#Romany polka

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing With Visions - According to Plan - Romany Polka - Freminet

Author Notes: So, I won't lie this was my first time writing for Freminet and it was really, really difficult. I ended up having to use Lyney and Lynette to help me along through writing this, but I think it turned out alright. The performance in this fic was inspired by a performance of the Romany Polka that I watched on youtube. Just like the rest of this series, Reader is female. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more of this series, the fics can be found here: Dancing with Visions Masterlist.

Type: Female reader/ dance/ fluff/sfw

Word Count: 1436

I honestly felt bad for Freminet. Yes, we were friends, but that didn’t make it any less cruel of Lyney and Lynette to assert that he simply had to be the one to teach me how to polka. 

Nonetheless, all three of the trio were determined that I had to know the polka so that I could dance alongside everyone else at the ball for at least one round of dancing.

 They'd managed to get me invited too, even though I was fairly certain that it was supposed to be a Fatui-only function.

Soft spoken as ever, Lynette looked at us from where she sat next to the gramophone, her expression not holding an ounce of sympathy for me or my partner, “Are you ready?”

I glanced over at Freminet, feeling distinctly guilty even as we both nodded to his sister that yes. We were ready.

I turned to face Freminet as the music started, just as they’d told me to do, and he quietly held out his hand, his shyness already rearing its head even as he was instructing me on my motions, “Okay, you’ll take my hand, and when I bow, you’ll curtsey.”

I mirrored his motions carefully, dipping down at the same time he did before straightening once more as strings filled the air. 

“Okay, I’ll raise my arm now, and you’ll twirl under it. When you come back around, we’ll be side by side, and your hand will rest on my shoulder,” His gaze evaded mine as he spoke, but I nodded. Following his soft-spoken instructions as I carefully, but awkwardly, did as he instructed.

My hand found his shoulder easily, and I glanced his way, noting how he swallowed nervously, his gaze still pointedly avoiding mine, “Okay, now we walk forward. When I rock forward onto the front leg, you do the same.”

I walked quietly next to him, watching how he placed his feet for further instruction and matching his stride. I almost entirely missed the rock forward and barely caught myself in time, fumbling to keep matching him.

If he noticed the near mishap though, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he nodded at me, his gaze for once steadily meeting mine before he looked away again as soon as he began to speak, “Now we separate and each turn in a circle with our arms out, like this…”

  He trailed off, showing me how he walked in a slow circle with his arms spread as if he were requesting a hug. And I mirrored his motions, though it was far more awkward looking as I did it. But when I made it back around, he only nodded, “During the actual dance, you’ll do it at the same time as your partner.”

He held out his hands, looking down at them as I slipped my own into his grasp. Feeling his fingers curl timidly around my hands as he spoke, his voice somehow getting softer than it already had been so that I had to lean forward slightly to hear his words, “Now we’ll keep skipping in that same circle we walked in before…. But this time we’ll need to swing out, letting go with these hands.” He paused, swallowing thickly before nodding, more to himself than to me, and continuing, “Just follow me.”

I had no doubts that our little circuit around the room was beyond awkward looking, judging from the amused smile on Lyney’s face from where he propped against the door as he watched us. But we made it through, progressing through the dance.

Freminet’s other hand took mine again, and he nodded, almost like he was speaking more to himself than me, “Same motion, just stay in place and skip lightly.”

I did as instructed, feeling slightly silly and giggling nervously. At the sound of my laughter, a smile flickered across the young man’s face before he flushed slightly and looked away from me again.

“Uh.. Now we separate and you twirl in place,” Again, I did as instructed. And as I faced him, he was waiting. 

He reached out with one arm and wrapped it around my waist nervously as he spoke, his voice cracking slightly, “Your hand goes on my shoulder here.”

I nodded, finding myself smiling at the young man as his gaze darted to my face and then back away again at impressive speeds.

He started me off, trotting with me and rotating us along a larger circle whose course we’d stayed on this entire time. 

We paused and he nodded again, seeming to gather courage to speak once more, “Uh… it might be best to just watch what I do and mimic the footwork here…. It's a bit hard to explain.”

Obediently, I stepped away from him and I looked down. Watching with a slight frown before I did my very best to match his practiced, unhesitating motions, before he began to polka me along the floor once more. 

We paused again,and he held out his arm, letting me twirl under it without even having to instruct me this time as we went.

And then he remained silent for a while, only letting out a half-relieved exhale as he let me mimic his motions before he suddenly twitched slightly, “We separate here and go in a circle around each other.”

I felt myself frown in confusion at his words, and his eyes widened before he looked, almost pleadingly over towards Lyney, who let out a laugh at his brother’s distress before stepping over and instructing me, “You’ll go forward, end up behind Freminet, and then shift back until you’re facing one another again.”

I let out a tiny, “Oh,” before doing as instructed. But now Lyney stayed, offering instruction himself, as Freminet led me through the steps. Though Lyney did actually stay silent for the most part. Letting me just follow Freminet’s steady, if shy, lead.

“You’ll separate now. Just follow Freminet’s lead though, and you’ll be fine,” At Lyney’s instruction, I did as I was told. Watching Freminet closely as we both trotted backwards, crossing our arms in front of us as we moved, before we finally stopped in place. Lightly kicking out one foot and then the other before we trotted back towards each other.

Freminet let out an ever-soft, “Excuse me,” as his arm wrapped around my waist and I hurriedly copied his motions as we spun with our other arm raised.

The song changed as we spun, becoming somehow more lighthearted, and Lyney began clapping along as our positions shifted back to a more typical hold for dances, and we began trotting around the room again in that same circle we’d been in before.

Our motions repeated, and I found myself starting to smile as I fell more and more into the rhythm of the dance.

I barely noticed as Lyney retreated. A sly smile on his face as his eyes stayed on us as we rotated around the room, gradually picking up speed to match the tempo of the song until we were spinning in place with me giggling slightly before we hopped apart.

Freminet landed in a practiced pose. Looking like the perfect image of  a young prince from a fairytale as one of his hands remained holding mine and his other raised in the air as if to signal the end of the dance.

His gaze finally met mine as I hurriedly matched his pose, and both Lyney and Lynette started applauding us.

“That was all but perfect! You both looked amazing,” Lyney cheered excitedly as we hurriedly parted, with my eyes widening slightly at Lyney’s words. 

Freminet looked away from me with a slight flush appearing on his face, coughing lightly before he looked towards his brother,  “I still think one of you would have been a better teacher.”

Lynette walked over from where she’d stood, already shaking her head as she came to a stop next to me, “No, you were a good choice, Freminet. You two should dance again together at the ball tomorrow night.”

She looked towards me with a slight smile, and I found myself looking towards Freminet, lifting my shoulder slightly. I didn’t want to force the young man, but….

“That sounds nice… if you don’t mind?”

I carefully left him an opening as I smiled hopefully at him, and I watched as Freminet’s eyes widened before he looked away hurriedly, nodding slightly as his fingers curled into his palm, “Okay…. If you want to.”

I smiled at his words, ignoring the way Lyney and Lynette both smiled as if things had gone perfectly according to plan.

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[vladdyissues]

Please give us som Vlad headcanons!!! :)

Oh boy, you're gonna wish you'd never asked 😆 Long post ahead

🎧 Vlad is a huge fan of 80s synth-pop and new wave. Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys, a-ha, and New Order, to name just a few.

🎵 On a similar (quarter) note, music from the late 70s and early 80s is still difficult for him to listen to because it reminds him of the years he was pining for Maddie, the accident, and being hospitalized. Mid-80s music and beyond, when he began to take his life back and build his wealth and power, is his "good old days" music.

🎹 Another music headcanon: In Familiar, I hinted at Vlad being a pianist. I think he'd look pretty hot playing a saxophone, maybe even a trumpet. And Martin Mull is a pretty good guitarist and singer, so Vlad also having those talents would be really cool. But I like to believe that Vlad plays the geekiest, dorkiest, nerdiest, most Slav-coded instrument of all: the accordion. Just imagine him torturing Danny and Sam and Tucker with polka music and ballads about cheese while on a camping trip. Maybe Wulf howling in agony from somewhere in the woods.

🧀 Yeah, he’s basically the negaverse equivalent of Weird Al.

👂 Vlad got his ear pierced in the mid-90s.

🔥 Despite being a fire specter ("having a fire core", to use the phandom terms), Vlad loves the cold. Winter is his favorite season, Christmas his favorite holiday. A bit of a spoiler for either chapter 13 or 14 of Familiar: Vlad is a superb ice skater.

💔 Besides his mother, Maddie was the only woman Vlad ever loved.

🐄 Vlad grew up the son of a poor Wisconsin dairy farmer. His mother was a first-generation Romanian* immigrant. He was the first member of his family to go to college, and on a full scholarship. He has no siblings. (*I may adapt Vlad’s nationality depending upon the story/art/situation, but generally I like to HC him as Romanian, which you can see on his backpack here in this AU.)

👊 Vlad was a victim of bullying in his teen years. Because of his first name and his ethnicity—not to mention his appearance and disposition: skinny, gangly, "ugly", shy, nerdy, poor—Halloween was always a miserable time for him: getting pelted with plastic vampire fangs in the hallways at school; cruel nicknames like "Count Vladislob" or "Vladis-louse"; racist remarks about his Romani mother; "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your bluud!" It was awful.

✌️ Because he spent so many years being made to feel ashamed of his unusual name, when he became rich and successful after obtaining his ghost powers, he put his name and initial everywhere. V for Vlad.

🏈 Vlad got his love of Green Bay from his father. Apart from a shared surname, it was one of the only two (2) things he and his dad had in common.

🔧 Working on farm machinery like tractors and hay balers was the other. Vlad and his dad would often fix the farm equipment themselves rather than hire a mechanic—mostly out of necessity. Vlad is still pretty good with a monkey wrench, though in college his focus shifted from engineering to physics after meeting Jack and Maddie.

🚀 Vlad grew up in the sixties. Space race, the moon landing, the Cold War. Every kid his age had space fever. Vlad was no exception. His bedroom walls were a collage of stars, rockets, shuttles, astronauts, and cosmonauts. Yuri Gagarin was his hero. He wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. (Just like Danny.)

🩸 I mentioned this on another post, but I'll add it here, too: Vlad's obsession with gaining more power stems from the trauma and weakness he experienced when he was hospitalized. He made a vow to never be that helpless again.

🪦 Both of Vlad's parents were dead by the time he got out of the hospital. He was estranged from the rest of the Masters family and therefore had no one to turn to.

👶 Because of this, Vlad became obsessed with having a family of his own. Ironically, the accident sterilized him. He will never be able have biological children.

🍪 Some of Vlad’s happiest memories are baking with his mother. He had (and still does have) quite a sweet tooth—and a penchant for cooking.

[myloudintrerestsandthought]

How do politics affect fashion? Blog #1

HI! You can call me AverageOverlord! lol I'm deeply sorry. This is my first post! Each week I'm going to try to do one post about pop culture and one about my interest. And if you have ideas lmk (if anyone actually reads this XD)!

Lots of people are thinking about the election, so I started thinking how does politics impact fashion? After thinking for a while I started to notice a pattern. When the country (America) was more conservative, people dressed more modestly and used trends from other conservative decades. When we were more democratic, our fashion would be looser, shorter and more freeing. For example during the 1920s, woman's clothing took a drastic turn compared to the previous decades. The 1910s had a more natural silhouette, woman had long sleeves and the dresses were below the ankles. The 1920s were dresses were shorter and boxier. Woman even started to cut their hair into bob which was extremely rare. It was a time were the woman's suffrage movement flourished and a good number of woman started to not dress according to men's standards. Credit had become immensely popular during the 20's. This was heavily directed in the fashion. Flappers were covered head to toe with glitz and glam. I've also noticed that when consumerism is bigger the fashion is more bold and extravagant. In the 20s, people had more free time so they started to buy more things. In the 1950s, after the war American's turned to a more conservative lifestyle. The Nuclear family was heavily marketed and the suburbs grew. The 50s fashion was heavily inspired by the late 1940s. Which was a was a very patriotic decade because of WW2. The fashion was modest and extremely feminine. It was a comfort for people who just wanted the normal life before the war back. The president for most of the 50s, Dwight D. Eisenhower, was a Republican. All these things influenced the reclamation of conservative fashion and values. 1960s and 70s fashion was very free and bold. Big hair, bright makeup and bold clothing. Disco-esque and Hippy/Bohemian clothing were extremely popular. Hippy and bohemian clothing were made up of elements taken from other cultures (that were often viewed as inferior). The Romani people is where this 'trend' originally started from. (so please if you want to dress Bohemian and you can afford it, don't buy from fast fashion brands, buy from local and small businesses, that are run by and supported by Romani people. They deserve the credit for THEIR clothing. THAT is cultural appreciation vs appropriation.) Also the civil rights movement was growing during this time. So people of color started to straighten and perm their natural hair less, It was a protest and a statement. This was called the Afro Hair Movement, It challenged Eurocentric beauty standards and celebrated Black people's natural hair and ethnicity. So as we can see the 60s and 70s were leaning towards liberalism. The 1980s was HEAVILY inspired by the 50s. It was after the Vietnam war and consumerism was booming. During the 70s bold colors were popular, But in the 80s that only increased! Neons, loud makeup, hair and bold layered fashion. Ronald Regan was the president for a majority of the 80s and he was VERY republican. Poodles skirts from the 50s came back and Polka dots were popular in both decades. They also had bright colors and cinched waists in common. I also noticed how in the 60s and 70s wedding dresses were getting shorter and less traditional. But in the 50s and 80s, the wedding dresses were huge ball gowns with long sleeves, The 80s was definitely a consumerist decade, it was full of game consoles, new technology, shopping malls and movies. I would say the 80s was one of if not the most consumerist decade in the 20th century. The 2000s was full of metallics and iridescence makeup and fashion. We had LOW cut jeans (yes lower than your mid rise lol). And red carpet fashion that was mostly street wear. (lol idk if you can feel by tone but I'm very salty about that XD). The 2000s were inspired by a revival of the 70s and 80s. The late 2000s had to stock market crash of 2008. After this fashion was never the same. We started to lean heavily on fast fashion because people couldn't afford anything else. I hope you liked this! ;)

[nyxcharliechaos]

What the name of the webcomic you want to make and what the plot about

it's called The Arcania Project (Arcania being the name of the island the story takes place on), it's about this group of dumbass gay theater kids that are friends and keep either getting attacked by the chapters villain or go seek the threat because some of them are smart enough to make a RWBY style weapon that goes from a needed cane one character refuses to use to 3 types of swords all of them are dumbasses...this is a rather goofy and simplistic description but each chapter is a new threat and I don't want to give away too much, I will say it's revealed that the villains are more connected than they initially seemed and some have connections to the main cast.

speaking of the cast a quick run down

Nyx Chaos: a shadow puppet hybrid that's most easily described as a disney/musical villain put into the role of a hero, and a punk working as a radio host at a local dinner (they/them)

Lucy Harvestar: a Scottish/Irish werewolf that adores all things musical theater (except RENT) and is the resident bad ass lesbian (and is dating Nyx) (she/they)

Virgil Creek: the literal antichrist who's a goofball that loves polka music and the colour pink and is just here for friends (he/him+any)

Frankie Hitchcock: a western green mamba with leucism that's almost never seen not smiling, and loves old media and photography, works at the dinner I mentioned earlier (they/them)

Xzim Jones: an original creature of mine called a lewlridge (a hybrid with who knows what), he likes playing detective and tends to be the go to when solving a mystery and well there's quite a bit of that so (he/him)

Courage Thompson: a dream spirit in the form of a dog that has an interest in psychology, botany, and horror movies (he/him agender)

Lyric: technically a human though with the dna of several animals, they're flirty, the most likely to make a sexual joke/reference, and really like soft thing and plushies (any pronouns, usually referred to with they/them)

Gala: a dream/nightmare spirit hybrid, a petty bitch that will hold a grudge, she's quite proud of her Romani heritage...her English heritage not so much lol (she/her)

if a lot of these characters seem to be nonbinary it's because I'm nonbinary and I like making my characters fellow enbies, if you want to learn more just check out the tag oc on my blog, just take anything pre 2022 with a grain of salt

[bonejunky6669]

Weekly song discovery

Recommending new songs I find that I like every week so I stay consistent in listening to new music and because it's fun. I mostly listen to folk, punk, grunge, folk/alt rock, dark cabaret, Romani, and junk adjacent to that.

[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

tagged by @flameandignite to post 4 albums I've been listening to lately!

1. jigen fanmix - a wonderful mix cd from @internal-morgan !!

2. foreign skies - the dreadnoughts (their best album imho. i was and am the exact target audience for this. i've been listening to them a lot again lately on account of...)

3. green willow - the dreadnoughts (...this fun new album! their previous album really did not hit for me (with the exception of “vicki's polka,” now among my favorite dreadnoughts tracks), so i was glad that this one was such a great return to form!)

4. outlaws and bystanders - ken theriot (fairly solid filk album i found on a whim a few days ago. “the ride of el cid” stood out most to me (i liked digging into that text in college); definitely could've done without the anti-romani racism in “little egypt” though.)

tagging @witchklng @heartofalark @maryse127 @dandunn @socialjusticebard @internal-morgan @stardustandtwilight @bookshop-cryptid @majortomiscominghome and anyone else who wants to do this, just say i tagged you!

[riylcast]

Episode 634: Eugene Hütz (Gogol Bordello)

There's no one quite like Gogol Bordello.

The band has cultivated a wildly joyful mix of Romani and Ukrainian music, crossed with punk, polka and any other genre that might suitable serve the chaos. 

Eugene Hütz stands in the eye of the storm, as frontman and ringleader. Growing up in Ukraine studying English language punk and folk, Hütz and family would move across the content to Poland,

Hungary, Austria and Italy as political refugees. In the early-90s, the band settled in the U.S.

By the end of the decade, Gogol Bordello began in earnest in Manhattan's Lower East Side

[f0xd13-blog]

Well I knew what polka was actually because they call that shit fandango while dressed with romani traditional outifts that are hella mexican and native american also btw 🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭

[ryfionlinero]

Stil de vară pentru copiii tăi

Temperatura decolează astfel atitudinea noastră! Odată cu creșterea intensității în cap, devine mult mai dificil să alegi ce să te îmbraci pentru a sta departe de intensitate și a-ți da seama cum să te simți bine. În cazul în care te gândești la asta despre tine, chiar vrei să te gândești mai mult pentru copiii tăi, deoarece sunt mai înclinați spre zilele înăbușitoare ale primăverii târzii.

Declarația lor de design provoacă daune semnificative atunci când este posibil să nu se simtă grozav în nimic pe care îl poartă sau în care lucrurile nu sunt populare.

Nu te stresa!! V-am prezentat cel mai recent stil de vară pentru copiii dumneavoastră. Rochiile de design pentru copii online ar trebui să fie luate cu atenție pentru a-ți proteja copilul de căldura târzie a primăverii.

Acest articol discută despre stilul de Tricou și pantaloni pentru copii Avengers, care îl va face pe copilul tău să se simtă la modă și agreabil.

1. Mergi splendid cu tonuri energice

Această primăvară târzie necesită o rochie energică pentru domnișoara ta și o cămașă și cămașă strălucitoare pentru tineri. În momentul în care te conectezi la un magazin pentru tineri care caută tineri, vei găsi diverse piese distractive și entuziaste care le luminează ziua și, în plus, previn ca intensitatea soarelui să se prindă în corp. Ai putea opta pentru ascunde cu neon, dar asigură-te că nu arată ciudat.

2. Imprimeuri și teme corali

Exemple de corali, creaturi oceanice, viață oceanică și imprimeuri tropicale sunt noua interpretare a ceea ce seamănă verile. Copiii tăi vor fi foarte bucuroși să găsească articolele vestimentare ale lor în vogă având astfel de teme care arată și se simt orbitor pe ei. Toate lucrurile luate în considerare, vara este o perioadă bună pentru cei mici. În acest sens, lăsați-i să aprecieze ceea ce poartă.

3. Polka dabs

Cine s-ar putea lipsi de polka dabs? În plus, când este vorba despre copii și ținutele de petrecere pentru copii, poți alege ceva într-un stil care să-ți placă copilului. De exemplu, o rochie tutu pentru domnișoare cu imprimeu de polka sau o cămașă ușoară pentru copilul dvs. cu un similar ar fi o alegere optimă pentru a alege această primăvară târzie.

4. Denimul este alegerea ta

Voi, ca mari, vă place să purtați cămăși, fuste, pantaloni din denim de acolo, cerul este limita, așa că de ce nu copiii? Vacanțele de vară sunt legate de alergare, de joacă cu tovarășii, de prăbușirea, provocând o mare uzură a articolelor de îmbrăcăminte. Ulterior, denimul este o alegere ideală pentru a sta departe de lacrimă, totuși pentru a face copilul să arate așa cum ar trebui să fie. Gândește-te la o salopetă din denim cu o cămașă în nuanțe pastelate și decorată cu nuanțe și o șapcă ar termina aspectul fetei tale de primăvară târzie.

5. Textura bumbac

Modelele nu se limitează la stilurile de îmbrăcăminte pe care copilul dumneavoastră ar trebui să le poarte în lunile de primăvară târzie, dar în plus la enumerarea fundamentală. În ceea ce privește detalierea, textura are principalul lucru în fruntea gândurilor tale. Doar una din fiecare textură ciudată este menită să-ți facă munchkinul să se simtă bine, plin de viață și în propria sa piele.

Bumbacul este cea mai bună textură pentru cei minusculi din punct de vedere al intensității usturoiului. Este ușor, respirabil și reține transpirația în timp ce le permite copiilor tăi să trăiască viața la maximum.

6. Pantofi și nu pantofi

Lăsați-le picioarele să inspire bine și cu pantofi deschiși sau pantofi romani care sunt efectiv accesibili în căutarea celor două domnișoare și bărbați. Pantofii nu le-ar permite picioarelor să se simtă mai bine și vor capta transpirația din interior, împiedicându-le să se simtă bine.

Cumpărați online pijamale fleece pentru băieți

Cumpărați șapcă de baseball Superhero pentru copii

Cumpărați șapcă de baseball Batman online

șapcă de baseball Avengers

[abwwia]

Małgorzata Mirga-Tas, Face Value, 2021. Courtesy of the artist, Karma International (Zurich), and Foksal Gallery Foundation (Warsaw).

Happy Birthday @gosiamirga - Sto Lat i Nieustannej Inspiracji 🌸❤️🥳💃🏻

#bornonthisday Małgorzata Mirga-Tas (born 1978) is an international artist, sculptor, painter, activist, feminist and educator, of Romani-Polish origin, winner of the Paszport Polityki Polish art award. In 2022 Mirga-Tas represented Poland at the 59th Venice Biennale as part of the "Milk of Dreams" exhibition, where she was the first Roman artist to represent any country at this art event. via Wikipedia

@art.by.women_women.in.arts

#urodzonategodnia 🇵🇱 Małgorzata Mirga-Tas (ur. 1978 w Zakopanem) – polsko-romska artystka wizualna, malarka, rzeźbiarka, edukatorka i aktywistka. via Wikipedia PL

#MałgorzataMirgaTas #Romka #Polka #romskaartystka #malarka #rzeźbiarka #edukatorka #aktywistka #artist #sculptor #Romani #artbywomen #RomaniPolish #art #zzakopanego #PalianShow #textileart #textileartist

Małgorzata Mirga-Tas (b. 1978) Poland (Romani)

'Out of Egypt', 2021 | Patchwork, textile

Courtesy: the artist and Galeria Arsenal, Bialystok; photograph: Maciej Zaniewski

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dancing With Visions - Masterlist

Beautifully Vulnerable - Kaeya (Rumba)

Perfect Lead - Xingqiu (Foxtrot)

Do the Hustle - Cyno (The Hustle)

Wish to Dance - Neuvillette (Slow Waltz)

Der Lauschaer Galopp - Bennett (Folk Dance)

Your Shared Victory - The Wanderer (Paso Doble)

Not Like Running With Lupical - Razor (Shag)

Unwilling to be Parted - Zhongli (Argentine Tango)

Take the Heat - Chongyun (Polka)

It Isn't Unusual - Venti (Charleston)

Beyond Relieving - Kaveh (Ballroom Samba)

Our Song - Thoma (Two-Step)

However Long it May Be - Dainsleif (Rumba)

My Dear Partner - Heizou (Jive)

My Win This Time - Childe (Ballroom Samba)

Morale - Gorou (Cha-Cha)

A Careful Partner -Diluc (Ballroom Tango)

The Dance I Enjoyed - Tighnari (Cumbia)

According to Plan - Freminet (Romany Polka)

Just as Fun - Itto (Ballroom Salsa)

Create a Stir - Ayato (Quickstep)

A New Side - Albedo (Jitterbug)

Ever-steady Heartbeat - Kazuha (Viennese Waltz)

Until Next Time - Dottore (Argentine Tango)

Without Any Hesitation - Kinich (Lambada)

Keep Up - Wriothesley (Mambo)

Unspoken Words - Xiao (Smooth Waltz)

Coming Soon!

If you would like to read more fics like these, my Genshin Impact Masterlist can be found here!

[callsign-fangirl]

Johnny Dogs + Scarfs 

@the-makingsofgreatness @flysafepapi @peakywitch @champagneholland

[phis-corner]

tightrope (songfic)

Some people long for a life that is simple and planned

Tied with a ribbon

Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land

To follow what's written

“Marinette, this is Dick, our son. He’s also training on trapeze, and since he’s your age, we decided to instruct you together.” Mary tells her.

Four-year-old Marinette Dupain-Cheng beams and holds out her hand. “Hello! I’m Marinette. It’s nice to meet you!”

The boy, who has dark hair and the bluest eyes she’s ever seen, takes it and smiles brightly. “I’m Dick. It’s nice to meet you too.”

That was the beginning of a long journey. Mary and John, Dick’s parents, otherwise known as the Flying Graysons, instructed them in the art of trapeze for two years before they performed in their first show at age six. Robin and Swallow soared through the air, twisting and flipping as they propelled their bodies with the bars. They received the loudest applause, second only to the Flying Graysons themselves.

But I'd follow you to the great unknown

Off to a world we call our own

Marinette and Dick spent their days flying off the bars, throwing and catching each other and playful competition. Swallow and Robin, Haly’s youngest performers, continued to greet the crowd with joyful smiles wherever they went.

Dick was her best friend. They did nearly everything together, whether it be snacking on funnel cake or seeing who could do more backflips in a row. All the performers and staff at Haly’s knew they were inseparable.

Or so they thought, anyway. All good things must come to a close.

Hand in my hand

And we promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

One day, when they were eight, her parents, who ran the catering service, received the news. Her grandfather, who owned a bakery in Paris, had died and left it to Tom. They were going to move to France to manage the bakery.

She was going to leave the circus. Marinette was going to leave the feeling of weightless flight, the joy of tumbling through the air, behind.

Marinette was going to leave Dick behind.

She didn’t want to leave. But there was nothing she could do. The bakery needed someone to take over, and that someone was her parents. At least she was fluent in French, as well as Romani.

On their last day, she and Dick clutched each other like the world was ending, which, in a way, it was. Haly’s was a travelling circus, which meant that they didn’t use phones and letters were almost impossible to send.

“Don’t forget me.” Marinette whispered, blinking away her tears. “If you’re ever in Paris, expect me to be there.”

“I will. Don’t you dare forget me either.” Dick replied, trying hard to keep his own tears at bay.

“Marinette, sweetie, it’s time to go.” Sabine said gently. Reluctantly, the two children pulled apart and said their last words to each other for another eight years. 

Only when they landed in France did Marinette allow herself to cry, to mourn the loss of her first partner.

Never sure, never know how far we could fall

But it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Walking a tightrope with you

With you

With you

Paris was… different. After spending her entire life travelling the world, Marinette was finally rooted down in one place. And she was lonely. 

Sure, she had friends, but Marinette found herself searching the people around her for a playful smile, kind blue eyes, and gleaming dark hair. She missed her best friend, missed doing flips and twists on the trapeze with him.

Her parents signed her up for gymnastics. It wasn’t the same.

At night, she would stare at the night sky from her balcony, and imagine that, wherever Dick was in the world, he was doing the same. 

There was a gaping hole in Dick’s life, wherever he went. She had taken up so much of it, and now that Marinette was in France, he noticed her absence at every turn.

The first time he performed as a Flying Grayson instead of Robin, without Sparrow at his side, tears threatened to spill over his smile. It got more bearable over time, but only just. Every time he took to the skies on the trapeze, even when he saw a little girl eating funnel cake. Everything reminded him of dark blue hair and gleaming bluebell eyes, tiny freckles and a smile like the sun itself.

He found himself looking at the night sky more often than not, identifying the constellations and thinking of her.

A year later, he stood over his parents’ limp bodies and a growing pool of blood, and wished that she were there to comfort him like she always was, and not living in a bakery in Paris.

Dick donned a mask and cape and his family’s colors and became Robin again, but this time as a sidekick to Batman, helping him take down criminals and bring them to justice. He soared through the skies at night with his grappling hook, even doing a quadruple somersault off Wayne Enterprises, but it just wasn’t the same as before.

Marinette became Ladybug at thirteen.

She was suddenly thrust into a world of heroes and villains, a world of magical jewelry and evil butterflies and mini gods that granted you powers. She spent her days at school or fighting akumas, her nights on patrol incorporating extra flips in between every swing, remembering a time where another boy, with black hair instead of blonde, and blue eyes instead of green, soared alongside her.

Marinette gave Adrien his umbrella back the next day. Alya thought she had a crush on the blonde, but she couldn’t bring herself to forget Dick. If she tried to see Adrien romantically, she would just see another boy over him. 

A boy she hadn’t seen in five years.

Mountains and valleys, and all that will come in between

Desert and ocean

You pulled me in and together we're lost in a dream

Always in motion

Robin formed the Young Justice along with Aqualad, Kid Flash, Superboy, and Miss Martian when he was nearly thirteen. Half a year later, the League sends them to Paris to investigate a potential threat.

They prepared for a lot of things, but seeing a huge baby with terrible color coordination knock over the Eiffel Tower was not one of them. A girl dressed in red with black polka dots that fought with a yoyo and a boy clad in black leather with cat ears on his head were not accounted for either.

Robin noticed the way the female heroine almost flies through the air, like she’s been doing it her entire life.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were grateful for the added help during akuma attacks. Hawkmoth was caught and revealed to be Gabriel Agreste within another three months. Chat, who turned out to be his son Adrien, gave up his miraculous after that. He just wanted to live a normal life. 

Robin and his teammates offered Ladybug a spot on their team, and the League approved of their choice. Ladybug accepted, and moved into Mount Justice not long after.

Ladybug was surprised the first time the Young Justice showed up to an attack, but she easily worked them into her plan and captured the akuma. They offered their resources and skills to fight the akumas faster and track down Hawkmoth. Gabriel Agreste was arrested not long after, and Adrien no longer wanted to be a hero after that, which was understandable.

Master Fu transferred Guardianship to her following Hawkmoth’s defeat and Young Justice, backed by the Justice League, offered her a spot on their team. Ladybug agreed, as she was now the Guardian and not escaping the hero's life anytime soon, nor was she willing to leave it.

Marinette told her parents about Ladybug, and gained their approval to move into Mount Justice. To her classmates in Paris, she told them she was going to America to study.

Ladybug rotated through various miraculouses throughout the day to keep her identity hidden, for the time being. She still wasn’t comfortable with so many people knowing, even after telling her parents. Luckily, Robin was the same. From what she gathered, only Kid Flash knew his identity.

She tried hard to ignore the pang in her heart every time she saw the dark-haired, cheerful boy, dressed in the Flying Graysons’ colors with her partner’s name. Because there was no way that this Robin was Dick.

Dick, as far as she knew, was still in Haly’s with his parents. Not dividing his time between Gotham City and Mount Justice. Not being a partner to the rest of the Young Justice team and the sidekick to the Dark Knight, whom he called his father.

So I risk it all just to be with you

And I risk it all for this life we choose

Ladybug proved herself useful to the team, calling up her Lucky Charm in the stickiest solutions and always finding a way out. She was clever and quick to think on her feet in battle, choosing to outwit her opponents instead of beating them through brute force. When it was needed, she would merge with another miraculous or use a completely different form, whatever was necessary for them to win. The Tiger miraculous proved extremely useful for covert op missions.

She also constantly baked treats for everyone. Ladybug taught M’gann how to actually bake a good cake, and would give them pastries when they looked like they needed to be cheered up.

They also discovered that being the Guardian came with new powers. Robin received a fairly deep cut on his right arm from a mission, but Ladybug stopped him from stitching it up, instead muttering an incantation in an unrecognizable language. Her fingers glowed white, and she traced them over the wound, closing it instantly, not even leaving a scar behind.

When Marinette wasn’t baking for her teammates or designing, she found herself heading to the training room. The room had a wide variety of resources, including trapeze equipment. She walks into the room in her Multimouse transformation, as to give Tikki a break, and freezes in place.

Robin is swinging on the trapeze, sailing through the air with a carefree smile on his face and doing a quadruple somersault- the Flying Graysons’ signature move- like it was second nature. He moves with an elegance that she has only ever seen in one other person, and all of a sudden, the name, the colors, the familiar energy, everything makes sense.

Multimouse warms up as fast as she can, and climbs up the rungs to the platform opposite him with a grin. She recognizes the routine, the one they used to do back in the day as Robin and Sparrow at Haly’s. Without missing a beat, she launches herself onto the bar, seamlessly picking up where he was and weaving herself in.

When the time comes for her to let go and for him to catch her, she gives him a trusting smile and releases her hold, soaring, flying forward, right into his hands, which clasp around her wrists in an achingly familiar way. I’ve found you at last.

Robin- Dick- grins at her, and Multimouse smiles back, as wide as she can, because she’s finally found him again, after so many years apart. 

Hand in my hand

And you promised to never let go

We're walking a tightrope

High in the sky

We can see the whole world down below

We're walking a tightrope

When Robin has a bit of free time at Mount Justice, he finds himself climbing the rungs to the trapeze platform and immersing himself in the old routine he used to do with her. The lively dance they used to do in the air is still cheerful, but without a partner, it’s more melancholy than he’d like to admit.

He notices Multimouse walk in and freeze when she sees him. This was the first time she’d seen him on trapeze, so Robin assumes it’s just the shock. He lets go of the bar and easily turns a quadruple somersault with an exhilarated smile on his face before grabbing the bar again.

Multimouse climbs up to the opposite platform with a smile, and easily falls into the routine alongside him. She does Sparrow’s flips and twists with the grace of a person born to fly and an overjoyed smile on her face.

For a while, Robin swings through the air with his first friend and first partner. When the time comes, Multimouse- Marinette- easily lets go of her bar and soars towards him, a trusting smile on her face, and he grins brilliantly back, hands clasping her wrists tight. I’ve found you at last. The message resonates between them, and he launches her back into the air towards her own bar, laughing as she flips twice before grabbing it.

They are so immersed in their aerial dance, so immersed in each other, that they don’t see the rest of the team enter to watch the two birds fly. 

Marinette’s eyes shine with laughter and joy as she takes in the sight of the one she wished she could share the entire world with. Dick’s smile could melt ice with its brilliance as he sees the person he’s missed every single day for six years.

When they both land on the floor as the routine ends, Dick immediately pulls her into a hug, squeezing her as tight as he can. She returns it with just as much, if not more, strength.

“Mari.” He whispers. “It’s you. I found you again.”

“Dick. Robin, mon oiseau. I’ve missed you so much.” Marinette replies, a single happy tear slipping down her cheek.

In the heat of the moment, she makes an impulsive decision and yanks him down by his cape and presses her lips to his. Dick eagerly returns the kiss, and soon, they’re clutching each other like the world is ending (though it was quite the opposite) and their lips firmly glued together, sending bursts of warmth through them.

Wally clears his throat, and they spring apart, only just noticing the other people in the room. “What exactly happened? You guys were doing this super cool trapeze thing like you’ve been practicing it together for years, then you’re saying stuff about ‘finding each other’ and making out like your life depends on it?”

Multimouse and Robin turn bright red, but their smiles stay on their faces. “Well, uh, how do I explain this?” Multimouse turns to Robin, who gives her a thumbs up. “Basically, today was asterous, as Robin would say. As it turns out, our civilian identities were childhood friends and grew up performing in the circus together. I had to move to France when I was eight and we lost contact after that. I was going to train in the gym when I saw Robin doing our old routine, and then everything just sort of clicked and I realized it was him.”

Robin chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist. “That just about sums it up. I knew it was her when Mouse just seamlessly joined the routine. Although I was suspicious after that last mission. Nobody pulls off a flyaway like Sparrow.”

Multimouse lightly punched his shoulder. “Says the one who does a quadruple somersault as easily as he breathes.” They leaned in for a second kiss, smiling, and the team took that as their cue to leave them be.

Never sure. Will you catch me if I should fall?

Well, it's all an adventure

That comes with a breathtaking view

Marinette, detransformed for once with one of Dick’s domino masks over her face, sits on top of Mount Justice with her partner by her side, enjoying the night sky from their location.

She leans into him, and Dick pulls her in close, huddled under a blanket as they watch the stars glimmer over Happy Harbor.

“You know,” Marinette says quietly, “I used to look at the sky every night in Paris and hope that you were seeing the same stars that I was.”

Dick laughs, such a beautiful sound, blue eyes sparkling. “Really? I used to look at the night sky and think of you too, lubirea mia. It’s so interesting, how things work out.”

“One could say it was… whelming? Did I use that right?” Marinette reaches up and pushes a stray lock of midnight hair out of his face.

Her boyfriend simply chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss as the sun slowly makes the horizon burst with color, shedding its light on a beautiful world.

Walking a tightrope with you

With you

With you

With you

With you

With you

[polishwomenartists-sztukakobiet]

Małgorzata Mirga-Tas, Face Value, 2021. Courtesy of the artist, Karma International (Zurich), and Foksal Gallery Foundation (Warsaw).

Happy Birthday @gosiamirga - Sto Lat i Nieustannej Inspiracji 🌸❤️🥳💃🏻

#urodzonategodnia 🇵🇱 Małgorzata Mirga-Tas (ur. 1978 w Zakopanem) – polsko-romska artystka wizualna, malarka, rzeźbiarka, edukatorka i aktywistka. via Wikipedia PL

#bornonthisday Małgorzata Mirga-Tas (born 1978) is an international artist, sculptor, painter, activist, feminist and educator, of Romani-Polish origin, winner of the Paszport Polityki Polish art award. In 2022 Mirga-Tas represented Poland at the 59th Venice Biennale as part of the "Milk of Dreams" exhibition, where she was the first Roman artist to represent any country at this art event. via Wikipedia

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Małgorzata Mirga-Tas, Face Value, 2021. Courtesy of the artist, Karma International (Zurich), and Foksal Gallery Foundation (Warsaw).

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[runningturnip]

I was tagged by @silent--sonata! I almost never do these things, but the mood struck me todayyyy so here we goooo

Rules: Answer 17 questions & tag 17 people

Nickname: I like to go by either Tofu Cube or Running Turnip online, both based on old doodles I used to draw

Zodiac Sign: Cancer, otherwise known as a celestial crab (pinch pinch pinch)

Height: between 5’8”, 5’9”

Hogwarts house: I feel like I’m a mix of Ravenclaw for the reading/ academia/ nerdiness, and Hufflepuff for the... everything else (waves hand in my general direction), but I have no patience for official quizzes. What is the house of your HEART

Last thing I googled: DIY boxing equipment 🥊

Song stuck in my head: Romani Gili by Terno & Mahala Rai Banda. It is VERY loopable

Following and followers: Following 54, followed by 23. Teeny tiny blog babyyyyyy

Amount I sleep: My ideal is 8-9 hours but it usually ends up being around 7 hours, which is still pretty good. Quarantine is slowly sliding my schedule out of whack tho...

Lucky number(s): 4! Not particularly lucky, I just like the number 4

Dream Job: I love environmental engineer but I still wistfully think of writing sometimes. A hobby/ suburban farm is definitely present in all my future dreams, although it wouldn’t be as a job.

Wearing: striped socks with polka dot sweatpants and striped sweatshirt. I am sensing a pattern?!

Favourite song(s): My music tastes are all over the place and I have a ton of very different favourites, but I have to say that the Amelie soundtrack has always been a top favourite of mine. It has a softness that fills my heart with sunshine and never fails to make me happy.

Random fact: You might know that bees dance but did you know they can solve math problems and maybe even dream when they sleep? They even have individual characters, shy, brave, angery - there are even antisocial emo bees who prefer not to go out of the hive and only clean out the dead.

Favourite Authors: HNNNNGGHHHOOOO you can’t do this to meeeee ;_; I cannot... I cannot do it. I can’t pick a favourite author, I love too many books (slowly sinks beneath a book pile)

Favourite Animal Noises: the birdsong medley of summer

Aesthetic: I love the look of vintage 1930s-1950s clothes but the clothes I actually buy are sooooo far away from that. Usually just based on comfort + colourful. My idea of a wardrobe has not evolved much since high school and if I didn’t stop myself I would probably end up dressing like Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt or a cartoon character all the time

Something to do for fun, no pressure to do it tho! @laure-ley, @rui31, @yellowblueeyes, @ieatthecoloursoftherainbow

[dankfate69]

Holiday Mini Fic Special

featuring: Emiya, Gilgamesh, Cu Chulainn, Karna

Emiya:

You find Emiya in the kitchen, his polka-dot apron dusted with flour. His brown eyes are focused intensely on the task before him; decorating holiday  cookies. "Have you been here baking all day?" you ask as you approach and inspect his work. "There's a lot  to be done before the celebrations." he replies gruffly as he elegantly lifts the icing bag away and finishes another cookie. "Maybe you should take a break?" you suggest innocently enough. "A servant doesn't need to take breaks." he raises an eyebrow at you. You smile and gently place your hand on his shoulder as you lean up to kiss him. Your lips linger for a moment before you pull away. "Are you sure?" you say teasingly. He sighs and puts down his piping bag before turning to wrap his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up to him. "I suppose I could manage a short one." You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck as your lips connect in a long and pleasant kiss.

Gil:

Chaldea staff are hard at work in the common room below. You stand on the level above, leaning on the railing as you watch them prepare decorations for each of the holy days. Footsteps approach you from behind, followed by a familiar weight against your back as two hands fitted with thick gold bracelets grip the railing to either side of you. "The whole world is my kingdom yet none of these mongrels think to celebrate me?" Gilgamesh rebukes the people below in annoyance. You laugh loudly and lean back into him, "Should we just change the whole thing to Season of Gilgamesh?" "Do you mock me?" he growls out in your ear, which only makes you smile more. You lift your hands and entwine them with his on the railing. His hands are warm and you can feel his magical energy pulsing through them. "I celebrate you every day." you turn to grin at him, "You're my star." "Hmm," his red eyes were glowering childishly beneath his golden brows. You let go of his hands and turn to face him. "Shall I pay homage to you, then?" you say playfully as you caress his collarbones with one hand. "I will accept your devotions." he replies haughtily as he wraps one arm around your waist and his other hand tangles in your hair. He kisses you passionately, much to the embarrassment of the employees below who have now noticed the two of you..

Cu:

The drinking and partying would likely continue all night. It's not as if you minded. The festive mood was a welcome change to the normally subdued and sombre ambience of Chaldea. There was also something else on your mind, a certain servant to be specific, but you were unsure of when you would get an opportunity to see him.. You were chatting with a group of fellow Chaldea employees when a swath of blue passed the corner of your eye. You turned as Cu Chulainn delivered a case full of wine to Romani, followed by a very drunk Fergus and Francis Drake. Your eyes lingered on his strong back and the lines of his shoulders. Perhaps sensing your eyes on him, he turned partially, his crimson eyes meeting yours. "Found the mistletoe!" Drake suddenly slurred out as she tossed the plant into the air. "C'mere you hunk!" she whined as she grabbed Fergus by the shoulders and the two began making out loudly. The mistletoe flew through the air and smacked you directly in the face, followed by the tipsy laughter of those around you. You chuckled and moved to pick it up, but two blue boots planted themselves in front of you and a strong hand snatched it away. "Huh?" you looked up in confusion as Cu Chulainn deftly held the mistletoe above your head. His  eyes were shining with amusement as he smirked down at you. "Looks like we're next, master." he grinned. "You- you jerk!" your face turned hot and you looked away as the people around you cheered. "Ah, my face is over here." he laughed as he gently grabbed your chin and guided your mouth to his, kissing you sweetly.

Karna:

Chaldea had been encased in snow and ice before you had arrived there, and now well into the winter season it was no different. It was just before dawn as you returned to your room from a festive night and putting a very drunk Mash to bed. You walked along a window lined corridor, the hallway dark but for the faint, ambiguous gray light that filtered through the glass. You noticed a figure before you, staring out the window. He was a vision in black, white and red, as always. Even in the dim light, his elegant face seemed illuminated. "Oh, Karna.." you began as you approached. "Hmm, you smell like alcohol." he stated plainly, without turning. "Oh, is it really bad?" you ask embarrassed, trying to cup your hand around your face to smell your own breath. Karna gave a small breathy laugh, "It is nothing." he replied. "Oh well.. okay. Um, what are you looking at?" you say as you move to stand next to him. You squint your eyes but can't see much more than swirls of gray. "I was simply thinking. Your people call this a time of wishes coming true. I would assume they wish for the world to be saved. But what do you wish for, master?" His question caught you off guard for a moment, but then you smiled. You gently clasped his clawed hand with your own, which drew a look of confusion from him. "I wish for you to be happy, of course." you replied softly. "I am but a weapon." he responded, but a faint blush crept across his porcelain face and his hand tightened around yours.