As the crowd disperses either to dance or seek other diversions, you stand still a moment, wavering. You really should start looking for this hidden room; who knows how long it will take to discover it, let alone break in? But the temptation is too strong and you turn towards the direction the Duke indicated for the east wing, determined to find this Luna.
You do have all night, after all.
You’re not the only one walking towards the east wing, either. You follow a group of people who appear to know the way, up a gleaming staircase and down several halls. Many of the rooms have doors standing open with partygoers inside, drinking or playing games or watching another entertainer perform. As you pass one room, you catch a glimpse of a woman in a long glittering dress draped over a couch. A man kneels next to her and feeds her something dark and wet out of a wooden bowl that stains the edges of his sleeve crimson, but the door shuts before you can tell what it is. Finally, you reach a room with a sign propped on an easel next to the door that proclaims that Luna, the Ecdysial Ecstasy will be performing within.
A woman – presumably Luna - stands in the middle of the room on a slightly raised platform that is bare except for a cushioned stool. Chairs surround her in a semi-circle and you take one of the few remaining seats. Music plays softly from seemingly nowhere as you glance around the room. The walls are draped with dark velvet, muffling all sound, and several candelabras surround the platform. Luna still does not speak or otherwise acknowledge the presence of the audience. She is dressed in a white lace corset with a sheer, gauzy skirt that reveals more than it covers. Her mask is a very light shade of green, with an odd embroidery beneath each eye that looks like a second set of eyes picked out in black and yellow thread. She is also, you notice, barefoot. At some unknown sign, the music grows louder as the gas lamps are turned down and the murmured conversation dies out immediately as everyone’s attention is fixed on Luna.
The dance begins.
She bends and sways and spins, sending her skirt floating after her like the tail of a comet. Luna moves with the grace of a prima ballerina, sensual, captivating. She removes her skirt with a flourish and it floats gently as a feather to the ground.
Luna puts one foot onto the cushioned stool and reaches for the top of her thigh as if to remove a stocking, though her legs are bare. Instead, to your astonishment she begins to roll the skin of her thigh down with seductive deliberation, revealing delicate sinew and red-gleaming muscle. There is very little blood, just the slow and steady divesting of flesh. The skin of her arms she removes one finger at a time as if tugging off opera gloves. The audience watches in rapt silence as the flayed woman continues dancing, leaving bloody footprints on the platform. She treats the peeling off of her skin as if it was as painless and tantalizing as the removal of her clothes – and it is.
It’s beautiful. It’s horrific. It’s violent and elegant and you can’t stop watching, your mind ablaze with fascination.
Luna turns her back to you with exaggerated coyness despite the fact that she is more naked than is possible by merely undressing and undoes her corset, letting it fall away. There’s something on her back, spreading across her shoulderblades and down her spine; you can’t get a good look at it in the flickering candlelight but the shifting shadows make it appear to writhe slightly, as if something is pressing against the underside of her skin and is -desperate to burst free. She slowly reaches behind her to the middle of her back, hips swaying to the music, and pulls. The drums begin to pound and your heart pounds with it, everything feeling as though it is building to something, the tension growing tighter and tighter until your every nerve is pulled taut. Something is about to happen, but you don’t know what. You realize you are holding your breath, leaning forward in your seat in anticipation.
And a pair of pale green moth wings unfurls from Luna’s back, the motion as sharp and smoothly elegant as a woman snapping open a fan. It sends a fine spray of blood over the people sitting in the first two rows, but they do not appear to notice the blood now staining their masks. The wings, several feet in diameter, stretch and shudder, still dripping blood from the tail on the lower set of wings. There is no mistaking that they are not a costume but attached to the exposed muscle of Luna’s back. She strikes several poses so the audience can better admire her wings, her metamorphosis complete. You can see her muscles tense and pull as she moves; she is fully naked besides her mask, not even her skin keeping her from the hungry eyes around you.
Finally the song draws to a close and Luna dips into a bow, her wings fluttering slightly. The audience claps with enthusiasm, and for the first time Luna smiles. The gas lamps are turned up again and the rest of the audience gets to their feet and begins to file out of the room. Some people talk animatedly to their companions, raving about her performance and declaring it even better than last year’s, while others nearly stumble out, looking as stunned as you feel.
You walk out of the room, mind reeling. Every terrible rumor you’ve heard about this night, the stories told in hushed whispers and dismissed with a nervous laugh, you’re beginning to think are true after all. You’ve never seen anything like this before, never dreamed such a thing was even possible. And yet...you know what you saw. This wasn’t a costume or some stage magician’s trick, you just saw a real woman take off her skin like it was nothing more than fabric to be discarded with a teasing glance.
Perhaps this experience has made you even more determined to steal what you can from the Duke, since now it seems the worth of his treasures is far beyond what you originally estimated. Or has what you’ve witnessed lit a fire in you that has yet to burn out? Will your feet carry you almost unconsciously on to the next spectacle?
well I’m definitely still here to steal. And I’m going to steal. I take my work very seriously. but holy shit…… I’ve never seen anything like this before. I’m probably never going to have another chance to see a place like this again. there won’t be any harm in exploring a little….. especially since I don’t know the layout of the mansion, after all. hard to know where a secret room is if I’m just running around haphazardly. my best bet is probably to wander around a little and get the lay of the land, watch how other people are coming and going. especially servants or anyone who seems like they may be more than just a guest - they might unconsciously lead me right where I’m trying to go.
and if I have some fun while I’m working and check out more creepy circus acts….. well who could blame me? it’ll probably even make me look less suspicious if I’m actually participating in the night’s events. part of me knows that I’m just talking myself into this because I really want to see more of this ball, but the rest of me ignores that little voice and keeps talking myself into it. I take a sip of the drink in my hand and follow the crowd into the next room
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Ok phandom peeps, I need to get something off my chest. I cannot stop thinking about it, it’s so funny that this happened to me!
So I’ve been casually perusing the DP fandom for a while, right? Like for several years at least! What can I say? I like art! So at various points I had talked to my aunt about some stuff related, like fun stuff about the phandom and the existence of ghost king aus and stuff. Recently though, I found a fanfic that I spent AN ENTIRE DAY reading and doing nothing else! Like I stayed up late the night before, woke up to immediately read more! I don’t normally read fanfics, let alone any long form story, cuz my attention span is shit and has been shit basically all my life! So in the evening when I was a good chunk of the way through the fic, I talked to my aunt about it! Cuz it’s funny! I found a lot of things in it very amusing and wanted to share!
And then she asked for a link…
The next thing I know, within a few months, probably 3 months later at most, my aunt starts telling me about phandom lore I had never even heard of before! She literally made an ao3 account!!! Guys I am floored! I’ve been idly watching from the shadows for so long, and then I accidentally get my aunt into the phandom and she starts telling me about a red duck candle that’s apparently been integral DPxDC lore for YEARS!
What have I DONE???
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SPOILERSSS FOR THE NEWEST JJK CHAPTER
YOUVE BEEN WARNED
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YUUTAS DOMAIN EXPANSION ANYONEEEE
of course it would be about true love i mean CMONNNN ofccc it woullddd like it makes so much sense for his character especially with everything in jjk0 like DUHHH he’s about to show sukuna what it’s like to be a MARRIED MAN !!! i know that’s rigghhttt
and him completely DOGGINGGG kenjaku like idk if it’s 100% clear that he’s dead dead but it looks pretty clear that man got walked like a fucking DOGGG like yuuta wasn’t playing NOO GAMESS
and him completely blocking sukuna tryna block his domain, him and yuuji are gonna go crazy and ofc sukuna still gotta be a hater “yOuVe FoUnD yOuRsElF a RoLe” oh boo hoo don’t be mad that things are about to get serious for you sir
UGHH and idk where tf MAKI is at, my benevolent queen, but if she shows up or imagine if yuuta and yuki are just COOKINGGG and sukunas just about to throw up his domain and here comes MAKIII and she just sneaks him
OMGMGMGM it would be so fire now listen to manga almost lost me, i feel like if this fight didn’t get this hype and this crazy and actually felt like there was a chance i wouldn’t be so happy but this feels like we gonna get something
AND MEGUMI MENTION ?!?!?!?!?!? RIPPING MEGUMIS SOUL FROM SUKUNA?????! They better revive my boy or i stg im gonna jump through the pages and kill sukuna my self get this anti-cursed technique from the heian era bitch
okayyy rant over so sorryy i just had to get my feelings out there this new chapter is wild and i can’t wait for next week and i really hope they don’t get absolutely slammed by sukuna like HES BEEN WINNING THIS WHOLE TIME LET MY BABIES GET SOMETHING PLS
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Side eye- I agree people shouldn't include him the poll if they don't want him to win but...he's a racist repeating the abuse cycle with Max
Genuinely curious how he's redeemable in your eyes? I am asking objectively bc I don't see it- especially with how he treated Lucas
side eye. babe he is not “repeating the cycle of abuse with max” he grabbed her arm a total of ONE time. that she later referenced about it being the first time he had ever done something like that. a one time situation does not make a pattern. he backed off after she threatened him with the bat. if he was abusive he wouldn’t have done that. also the only reason he was looking for her was because his father abused HIM and threatened him into finding her.
he found her in a strangers house in the middle of the woods with a borderline 18 year old that lied about even knowing who she was. he had no other context of the situation.
they both equally yelled at each other so if billy is verbally abusive in your eyes then max should be to. do you have siblings? i fight with mine all the time. less so now that we’re out of the toxic environment of our childhood.
it’s almost like you can’t heal while still in that toxic/abusive environment? huh crazy!
in season two billy was a 17 year old who had just been moved two thousand miles away from everything he knew. he’s gonna act out.
if you think an abused teenager is beyond help then i encourage YOU to get help.
if you look at the entire line you antis like to quote him on he says “something you learn is there are certain people you stay away from” as in he learned it from somewhere. my guess is his abusive father.
how do you feel about mike?
or jason?
both those characters were shown to be racist towards lucas as well.
what do you have to say to the fans who are racist towards lucas or kali or argyle?
or the antis who are racist towards poc fans of billy?
billy had been eighteen for three months when he died. and he was still living with his abusive father.
i know real life people who were WAY worse than billy in high school who have since gotten their shit together. and i would never condemn someone for who they were as a teenager.
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