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its so shiddy when u have to convince yourself to do your hobbies. like, its fun, you like it, why cant you just do it. do it. do it. but what if.... mindless media consumption instead....
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Kliego is the best and you’re more than welcome to post about it all you want, the more the merrier! Welcome!
Wait why havent i seen this ask jfc tumblr notifs are a mess KDJSKSKKS THANK YOU ANON!!! KLIEGO SUPREMACY!!!!!
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Wtf i just realized i didnt have the asks and submissions turned on for this blog KSHSJSNKSKSMS AND I WAS EVEN ASKING FOR PROMPTS i really do be hating it here
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Hey yall. To everyone following me on melpomienie, this is my writing blog lol. And i wrote a lil something for klive cuz its been living in my mind rent free (one day.......ill make them pay for rent.....) I already said this prompt to yeahklive but. For anyone who doesnt know this was based on one of diego's lines in s2 where he said they were forced to learn ballroom dancing so here yall go!!!
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Five remembered how much he hated those ballroom dance lessons their father forced them to learn.
It wasn't because he hated dancing. Not really. He thought it was kind of like fighting. Just a little more graceful. And he found it useful when he had to work as an assassin and go undercover for a mission.
It wasn't because he was a bad dancer either. He was decent. And as expected from him, he learned pretty quickly. Quicker than his siblings.
What he didn't like about it was the need to pair up.
Everyone knew how he liked his personal space. He liked it untainted, without the presence of another person in his immediate surroundings or clinging to him for dear life. And ballroom dancing was kind of the opposite of that.
But of course Sir Reginald Hargreeves didn't care. As long as the children became proficient with something he required to be learned, he couldn't care less about their needs and preferences. Who knew when ballroom dancing would become handy, after all.
And as the Hargreeves siblings were now in a basically barren Griddy's Doughnuts, planning for their next action after their time travel to the present time and the discovery of the Sparrow Academy, Klaus decided to not be involved in the conversation, got himself an alcoholic drink from who-knows-where, and started slow dancing to the music playing in the shop. His other siblings ignored his antics, as usual. But not Five.
Five watched as Klaus danced with an invisible partner, and he smiled as he remembered that there was something he liked about those ballroom dance lessons.
It was getting paired up with Klaus.
It was quite ironic. Five hated being touched or held, even being too physically close with someone, enough to breathe the same air with them, gave him discomfort. And Klaus was the epitome of touch starvation. They stood on two ends of the touch spectrum.
And yet, Five always found himself having the time of his life when Klaus danced with him. The way that Klaus made it so much fun that he didn't mind the hands that were a little bit too fond of holding onto places he shouldn't be holding. Or the way that Five enjoyed his presence too much to mind that he was being too close for comfort. His eccentric nature bleeding into the dance floor. And bleeding into Five's beloved personal space.
Klaus would always find a way to make the dreary lessons into something exciting. Spinning Five around and then catching him into his arms, doing the steps wrong but somehow making it fit with the song playing in the background, and getting the both of them in trouble for playing around. The sermon they always get from their father whenever they did those stunts was always worth it for Five. As long as it was with Klaus.
Five never really told Klaus about that. About how he preferred to dance with him than with their other siblings. Or about how much he liked it when Klaus holds him close, making him look into those green eyes. How they always twinkle with mischief and Five knew they were going to get in trouble again.
He left too soon to say those things to Klaus back then and now–
And now, Klaus had stopped dancing.
As Klaus went over to where he was sitting, Five almost felt like they were in the mansion again, their father announcing who they were going to be paired with. And Klaus, walking over to him in all his flamboyant grace, ready to make the ever grouchy Five to smile.
"Dance with me, Fivey," Klaus said with a smile, the same smile he always gave Five when they got paired up. "Just like old times."
Five looked at the outstretched hand and then at Klaus. He took a breath, and took the hand in his own.
"Just like old times," Five said, getting up from his seat.
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So yeah. There it is. Its now finally gonna leave my brain ksjsksksksk but also im contemplating on making this into a full fic??? Idrk maybe a different kind of dancing 👀👀👀👀👀👀 on the bed 👀👀👀👀👀👀
But anyways yall can send me prompts btw!!!! Id love to get back on writing stuff lmao its been way WAYYYYYY too long so i really need practice. So hit me up with them prompts!!!!!!
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modern fairy tales politics
1. Dragons complaining about air pollution and becoming eco-advocates
2. Witches being interviewed by Times magazine about declining birth rates, complaining about the harm to the ‘cursing newborns’ industry
3. Succubus protesting for Sex Worker Rights and eating sex traffickers whole
4. Brownies marching for lower rent prices as they see their occupants struggling so much
5. Wizards saying they wouldn’t dodge taxes with their moving castles if the magic tax wasn’t so ‘damn high’
6. Elves petitioning for better elder care bc they become friends with humans who grow old ‘so quickly’ and deserve better facilities
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Hey yall i forgot to post this here but!!! I Did A Thing™
Have some xuexiao fake dating + xue yang being a swiftie simp
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Modern Au XueXiao for the fan fiction The Bakery that you can find on Ao3 ❤️

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It's so sweet, knowing that you love me
Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet
Knowing that I love you, and running my fingers through your hair
It's so sweet
And I will gladly break it
I will gladly break my heart for you
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A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind
The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

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I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

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Four Days In Lanling - halotolerant
https://archiveofourown.org/works/21722695
Getting obsessed with a rarepair... Is this my life?
Simply in love with the characterisation in this fic. The complexities of NHS and all of JC's feelings regarding WWX and his family . The way their relationship is written. Fanfic rly is that good huh.
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Someone said ChengSang/SangCheng rights?
Because they did and Shijie fully supports them.
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