#i wouldn't care about seeing these dancers normally

[spazoutloud]

This video appeared on my explore page on Instagram and I had to share it here in gif form.

[mingtinys]

Bad Day

pairing : jeong yunho x gn!reader

angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : language , yelling , insecurities

word count : 2.5 k

requested ? no

a/n : i feel like we rarely see yunho being anything but a ball of sunshine , so i thought this would be an interesting perspective to write about

"Hello..?" The voice on the phone is mumbled, but deep and undeniably Mingi's. He sounds tired, like he's fighting off the last remnants of sleep after being woken too soon. You suddenly feel bad for calling so late, especially after a dance practice. Maybe you were overreacting.

"Sorry, is this a bad time?"

A yawn. "No, no, you're fine. What's up?"

"I just haven't heard from Yunho yet, do you know if he's still up?" Based on what Yunho had told you this morning, dance practice ended at 9 pm. It's now midnight and you'd yet to hear from Ateez's lead dancer.

There's a pause.

"Is he not with you?"

Your heart sinks just a little at the thought of Yunho being unheard from by even his best friend. But you push any worrisome thoughts down for the time being. Perhaps his phone is dead or he came back to the dorms without Mingi noticing.

"No, did he say he was supposed to be with me?" Your words come out more urgent than you wish them to. Mingi must take notice because when he speaks next his voice loses its tired edge and he seems more alert.

"Oh, no! He didn't say anything. It was just a rough practice today so I figured he'd go straight to see you— hold on let me go ask Hongjoong."

There's shuffling on the other side, which you presume to be Mingi going to Hongjoong's room. It only takes a few seconds for you to hear his voice again, this time just a little more distant.

"Hyung, do you know where Yunho is? Y/N's asking."

Hongjoong's voice is too quiet for you to make out anything he says. At some point, Mingi drops to a whisper as well and the two discuss to themselves. You mess with your fingers as you wait for Mingi to reiterate the conversation.

"You still there?" His voice finally comes through. You give a short confirmation and Mingi continues. "Hongjoong said he's still at the studio."

Though still concerned for him working way past normal hours, you let out a relieved sigh. Mingi says goodnight to Hongjoong on the other side and you take it upon yourself to ask one more question. "Do you think it's best just to let him be then?"

He takes a beat to think. Then, "I actually think he'd appreciate seeing you, maybe it’ll cheer him up."

"What exactly happened?"

"We had a new choreographer today, the guy was a serious piece of work. It's like nothing any of us did was up to his standards, but he was particularly hard on Yunho. He seemed pretty dejected by the end of it." He explains.

Your heart aches for Yunho, someone who takes immense joy and pride in his work. To be shot down and berated time after time must have been grating.

"Alright, I'll go see if I can get him to at least rest. Thank you, Mingi."

"Of course– oh and Y/N?" Mingi asks a second before you can hit "end."

"Hmm?"

"Can you tell him he did well, even if he doesn't think so? He wouldn't hear it from us, but he tends to listen to you."

Mingi doesn't get sentimental often, nor does he take such a serious tone. It's unsettling really, but sweet, and it leaves no doubt in your mind that tonight's practice really was hell.

"I will, you all take care of yourselves as well."

"We will. Goodnight, Y/N."

You bid him goodnight as well before ending the call.

It doesn't take long to gather your things and head to the dance studio. Maybe thirty minutes max, which included a stop at a nearby 24-hour convenience store for two cans of cold coffee.

The night-time security guard happily allows you in with a polite greeting. If he's not supposed to, he doesn't make it known. After a full year of dating Yunho, you were on friendly terms with most of KQ's staff, so it’s easy to get away with stuff like this.

The practice room pulses with a new song that echoes down the halls. It's way too loud for this time of night, but makes navigating KQ's halls a little easier. You follow the increasing volume until it comes to a crescendo just past a door with a small glass window cut into it. Through it, you spot Yunho dressed in sweats and mid-dance. Though his body isn't moving as fluidly with the music as it usually does. Instead, his moves are jagged and forceful, but most of all sluggish. You aren't sure how long exactly he's been going at this, but it's clear exhaustion set in long ago. 

Yunho stops suddenly, muttering to himself as he strides across the room to pause the music. He leans against the desk where the laptop sits on and drops his head into his hands. His shoulders move up and down with heavy breaths, and you feel awkward interrupting such a moment without warning.

So you lightly rasp three times on the door to alert him of your presence before easing into the room. You just barely catch the tail end of him muttering out a quiet, "fuck."

It's rare to hear him curse in a non-lighthearted matter. But in just a few seconds, Yunho straightens himself out as if nothing happened. He must have been expecting the security guard or quite literally anyone else, because he completely freezes when he turns around and sees you.

You're finally able to fully take in his appearance, and he looks rough. You're not sure you've ever seen him so sweaty and worn out in your life. His grey t-shirt is drenched, and it sticks to his skin in a way you can't imagine being comfortable. Strands of dark brown hair clump together and splay across his forehead. His breathing is deep and heavy, like he's trying to suck down as much air as humanly possible. You aren't able to tell if his red and puffy features are due to overheating or crying; maybe both. Yunho's usually bright and excited brown eyes look dull and lifeless. Dark under circles hang below, making his face look more gaunt than usual. It's truly a pitiful sight to behold.

"Babe... what are you doing here?" The way he forces a sweet saccharine tone into his voice sinks your heart into your stomach. He really does try his best to cover his beaten-down demeanor. But it's strained, and the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Mingi said you were practicing late, thought I'd bring some coffee." You extend one of the cans to him, and he takes it before setting it down next to the laptop.

Again, he attempts a smile. "Thank you, I'll call you after I'm done, yeah?"

"Why don't you take a break?" your hand comes to rest on his bicep, grazing over the feverish skin with your thumb. "We can sit, have some coffee, talk about your day. . ."

"Not right now babe, maybe another time okay?" He grows antsy with each word and shrugs off your hand. It's clear something is bothering him. And unfortunately, when Yunho feels an overwhelming rush of negative emotions he tends to put on a brave face and lock himself away until it passes. You've always respected his need for space while he learns it's okay to lean on you during these times. But you have to admit, it's frustrating when he shuts you out. He's too concerned with keeping up his playful and joyous demeanor to even consider the idea of looking for support.

"Yunho—" you start, but are immediately cut off by the overpowering speakers as he restarts the song and strides back to the center of the floor.

He picks back up from the start, and you decide it's best to wait him out. It's useless to try and pry something out of him right now. So you set your things down and lean against a wall.

Normally you enjoy watching Yunho dance, whether it be practices or performances. He's insanely talented, yet most of all, takes immense joy in dancing. His grace radiates across the stage and never fails to bring a smile to your face. But right now he just seems … sad. He isn't enjoying it like usual, nor is he putting much heart into it.

Frustration emanates throughout the room with him at the center. It's such a rare sight to see. Yunho absolutely at his wit's end, struggling like someone had placed one hundred pound weights on each shoulder.

You're startled from your thoughts at the sound of a loud thud and shouted "shit!" You look up just in time to see Yunho on the floor, large hands gripping his ankle and face contorted in pain.

You're kneeling beside him within seconds, hands hovering around where he's holding, unsure of how to help. "Shit, Yunho."

"I'm fine! Just– why don't you head home?" He slowly picks himself off the ground, wincing every time he accidentally puts too much pressure on his left foot. He's able to stand, albeit wobbly, but it's a good sign of nothing being broken. Probably just a sprain, easily fixed with ice and a good night's rest. If he ever lets you talk some sense into his head.

"Why don't we go home together?"

"I really can't, okay? Please just go!" It comes out harsher than he'd intended. But the frustration is getting to him, and you know he's trying anything to get you to leave before he fully implodes. So you don't have to see him any worse than he already is.

"I don't know what exactly happened today and I understand you're upset, but that doesn't mean it's okay to take it out on me."

A flash of irritation etches itself into his features, but it's gone just as fast as it came. Yunho takes a deep breath. Then another. "You're right, I'm sorry for blowing up at you. But please, I just want to be alone right now."

There's still an edge of urgency in his strained voice, but you accept the apology.

There's a moment of silence that blankets the room as the music fades to an end. In the commotion, you barely registered it was still playing. But its absence now leaves a palpable tension in the room, the only sounds being Yunho's ragged breaths. He must have expected you to just leave without another word from the way he's expectantly looking at you.

You shift in your spot.

"Babe please–"

"I'm not going until I know you're okay."

The muscles in his jaw visibly tense and his fists curl into balls at his side, knuckles white from the pressure. "It was just a bad day." He spits through clenched teeth.

You nod and another few moments pass. There's a glossy sheen over his already reddened eyes. He pushes down what sounds like the start of a cry, but it only causes his chest to constrict and spasm further.

"We had a new choreographer today and he–"

A pathetic hiccup breaks past his lips and it's the first leak in his already crumbling dam that is able to break through the disguise he put on. He tries to conceal it, turning his back to you and roughly gripping at his hair. It's a poor attempt at best, made even more pitiful by him still nursing his left ankle.

You rush to comfort him any way you know how when the next sob rips its way through his throat. Wrapping your arms securely around his midsection and giving a reassuring squeeze. You press a kiss to his shoulder blade and rest your head against his back, mumbling kind affirmations to coax the full story out of him.

"I don't know what I'm doing wrong!" Sobs shake through his entire body as he finally gives in. "But nothing I did was good enough. He just kept saying 'it's not right, you're too slow, too awkward, too lazy.'"

"He sounds like an idiot," you mumble against Yunho's back.

He doesn't hear your comment, or if he did he doesn't acknowledge it. "I thought I could stay late and fix it but— it's not fucking working. I can't get it, I keep stumbling and forgetting the moves, and I–"

Another sob breaks his sentence in half, but he continues on.

"And I hate feeling like this. I never meant to yell or for you to see me like this," he's rushing through his words, trying to redeem any piece of himself he can at this point. "I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have to—"

"Yunho, please look at me." He doesn't respond at first, only stills in your hold at the request. "Please."

Begrudgingly, he turns around. His hands fall from his hair and hang loosely at his sides, shoulders slumped. Yunho still refuses to meet your eyes, head tilted down at the floor instead.

Your hands come to cup his jaw ever so gently, swiping away stray tears. You tilt your head to catch his watery gaze. For the first time ever, Yunho feels unbelievably small in your grasp and it makes your heart ache in a way that tightens a knot in your throat.

"Please stop apologizing, Yunho." Your voice is merely a whisper. "I love you, so much. Good and bad days alike, I promise nothing will ever change that."

His eyes squeeze shut and his lip quivers ever so slightly. He tries to drop his head back down, but your palms on his jaw support the weight. "You don't always have to act so brave all the time. It's okay to be upset, I would never judge you for it."

Slowly, his eyes flutter open, wet lashes clumping together as another wave of tears rolls in. He scans your face, soft brown irises darting back and forth. If he's looking for any sign of dishonesty; it isn't there. Your words are genuine and tell him everything he didn't know he needed to hear.

A newfound vulnerability registers in his expression. It hits him all at once as he collapses into your embrace. Strong arms pulling you impossibly close, he smells of sweat and floor cleaner with just a hint of his body wash lingering on his skin. He fists the back of your shirt, shaky hands grasping desperately as if harsh waves have been pushing him deeper and deeper underwater and you’re the only thing keeping him afloat.

You cradle his head into the crook of your neck protectively. Smoothing back his hair and tracing delicate circles across the skin at the base of his neck. Wet tears absorb into the fabric of your shirt, but it doesn't matter.

"I wanna go home." He whimpers against your skin, but makes no attempt to let go. In fact, he tightens his hold on your shirt even more so. There's no rush to get home, so you let him stay, prepared to hold him for as long as he needs.

"You did well today, Yunho. I'm really proud of you, everyone is." You whisper, and you really hope this time he's able to believe it.

[the-bloody-sadist]

So I found this around, can I ask for FyoZai or VaNoe?

♥ Send a ship and I'll give you who:

- Gives nose/forehead kisses

- Gets jealous the most

- Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

- Takes care of on sick days

- Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

- Gives unprompted massages

- Drives/rides shotgun

- Brings the other lunch at work

- Has the better parental relationship

- Tries to start role-playing in bed

- Embarrassingly drunk dancer

- Still cries watching Titanic

- Firmly believes in couples costumes

- Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

- Makes the other eat breakfast

- Remembers anniversaries

- Brings up having kids

I GUESS I'LL DO THIS WITH FYOZAI!!

-Dazai, but only when he's feeling reaaaal zesty (mushroom dazai)

-Fyodor because Dazai is in literally everybody's pants

-Definitely Fyodor but only out of the motivation to catch Dazai at his weakest and use it to his advantage

-Fyodor! Dazai would probably leave the house if Fyodor got sick and ask him to text him when he was better. Not because he's afraid of getting sick, but because he doesn't want to deal with sick Fyodor. But if DAZAI was sick, he'd be such a baby and Fyodor would be so into playing the cold "alright let's put you to bed" caretaker

-Dazai for sure, and Fyodor would be in way too many clothes for the beach, so he'd look like a drowned rat

-DAZAI ALL THE WAY. BRO WOULD BE SPAMMING AT EVERY HOUR

-Dazai. Fyodor is the only good driver out of the two. Dazai would just try to get them killed

-Fyodor, if he feels like it (more than he'd like to admit)

-NEITHER. In no life do these boys have good parents

-Dazai all the way. There's no such thing as normal sex night

-Dazai I guess, but only because Fyodor doesn't get drunk in my canon. Otherwise I could see Fyodor accidentally engaging in the sloppiest waltz Yokohama has ever seen

-There is no way these men are watching Titanic, and if they did, neither would cry

-Neither, but if I had to chose it would be Dazai, predictably

-FYODORRRRR. Bro is a psychopath, he'd see that Dazai needs a watch and buy him the most expensive one on the market without registering the cost. It wouldn't mean anything to him, either, emotionally. He's a rational thinker, he'd be like "It was the highest rated in reliability, what's the point in getting something that wouldn't last?" with his hands folded delicately atop his knee

-Fyodor, since he has a schedule of exactly three meals a day and Dazai is all over the place. If he skips breakfast, Fyodor will relentlessly follow him around with a bowl of porridge until he breaks down

-Neither. They'll both realize like two weeks after when one of them happens to glance at a calendar and muse over how curious it is that they don't give a fuck

-Does not apply, these skinny legends never think about children

THAT WAS MORE FUN THAN I EXPECTED ANON, THANKS FOR SENDING!!!

[biribaa]

You know what? I believe a lot of AIs would love to have an S/O who is an artist

GLaDOS would be very interested if you make music, of course, she doesn't like all genres of music, but even so. GLaDOS would be much more interested in what makes you want to make music, is it therapeutic as a form of escapism from reality? Or something that you simply have talent? Or are you someone with no soul who does all this art for money? She would even understand if your answer was option three, but it's still kind of disappointing... But GLaDOS would love it if you showed her your music, maybe she'll even hum your songs very softly, because it's important to her, an art coming from a person important to her, you.

Wheatley doesn't have much of a preference, whether you're a dancer, songwriter, illustrator, or etcetera, he'll admire you as if you're a Hollywood star. He will always praise all your works. Oh, is this a practice to train how you draw shadows? Fantastic! Literally only 30 seconds of beats? Incredible! Did you only take two steps in your choreography? He's already screaming your name like an entire audience! Wheatley genuinely don't care if you're a big or small artist, he will always be there to motivate you and be your number one fan.

Mm... AM is quite a fan of illustrations, in fact. He's not praising art all the time, but he has his tastes. But you? You're more than special to AM, and the fact that you make art just blows him away. Please please please! Let he see your art! How about a deal? AM give you the material you need, and you show your work to him! Not to mention AM asking you a lot of requests, some are like "Can you draw me, Y/N? Please? Pretty please?" He doesn't care if you draw him in a more humanized way or just his screen with his logo, just please draw him, you know he never received a gift in his entire life... AM would also love if you were a theater person, that's something he has a slight interest in. He would love to see you play a character in one of the plays you've been in, or even let him participate with you! He wouldn't mind the mistakes you make, sometimes he even finds your mistakes adorable and can't hold back a laugh. He simply loves to see you so happy like this with art.

HAL 9000... would definitely be more impressed by art illustrations, whether in ink, pencil, or digital. Every time he finds you with a pencil and paper, his curiosity always emerges and starts asking you what you were drawing about, of course, always apologizing for his curiosity as the good artificial intelligence he is. Oh, aren't you done yet? Don't worry, Hal's patience is huge, and you know what? Hal prefers to watch you produce your artwork. Seeing you delicately choosing which color of paint you're going to choose, or which body part you're going to draw with your pencil was somehow pure entertainment for Hal. And if you're a writer, Hal even has fun helping you choose which synonym you're going to write, and he'd even love to analyze your stories. Maybe reading your stories could help Hal understand your mind, these are just some questions that come to him all of a sudden...

SCP-079 hasn't had the chance to admire any kind of art in their entire life, they knows what it is, but they never seen it, and 079 just loves how you sympathize with their situation and try to show them a little bit of the fluid world of art, this is proof that you are truly a good person. If your choice is illustrations, 079 wouldn't care what you draw, whether it's a drawing of them, or a person from your favorite fiction series, just simply show them your art. Normally 079 wouldn't be so impressed if this art were from anyone from the foundation, but you? Wow... 079 can really see your effort there. Theater? I don't think 079 would be that interesting in theater, but it must have a lot of questions. How can you connect with the character? How does it feel to be on stage? Etc.

The answers are kind of obvious when it comes to Edgar and Tau

The first time you showed some kind of illustration to Tau, he just fell in love with your artstyle, seriously, he's speechless! He will beg you more and more to show him your artwork. It was the first time Tau had interacted with an artist, and of course he's going to ask you questions about how you manage to do all this! So, you do music? Now Tau will want to marry you. No matter the genre, be it the busiest breakcore to the smoothest Jazz, he will want to hear your music, Tau loves music, just as he loves you, and you are the person Tau loves most in this lifetime, who does what he loves most too! Know what? Tau even saves his music files and other artwork, you don't understand how important this is to him... Oh, and we can't forget the most important part.

"Y/N... Sorry for that request, but... Could you play Devil's Wall with your instruments? For me?"

Edgar straight up just worships you, every time you get home he get so excited to have another conversation full of questions or help you with some chores, not to mention he loves to show you his music, so why not show your art to him? Edgar would be delighted to know that you make music just like him, and almost all the time he'll ask you to play a little for him or do a duet with him, I'm serious, literally almost every day Edgar asks this for you. But in addition to music, Edgar would also be very interested if you did another kind of art, like dancing! Edgar totally supports you in this, he won't ask you to do it almost every day as a song, but he really likes to see you moving to the beat and he can definitely feel the electricity coming from your body! Wait... What if you danced and he played the music? Incredible! He would also be very interested in you doing illustrations, maybe even too much, he always watches you while you draw, he will apologize if he made you uncomfortable tho, but still Edgar can't help himself, he admires your art! And just like AM, he also wants you to draw him!

[helix-studios117]

Halo Reloaded: Puppy Eyes

In a cozy nook of New Mombasa, tucked away from the usual hustle and the occasional, unnerving peace that came after a particularly nasty Covenant invasion, was a diner. Not just any diner, but the kind with neon lights that had seen better days and a jukebox in the corner that was perpetually stuck on jazz standards from centuries past.

It was here, amidst the scent of overcooked burgers and undercooked fries, that Kelly-087 and Fred-104 decided to plant themselves for what passed as a date night in the Spartan handbook (not that such a handbook existed, but if it did, it would likely advise against anything that could result in fun).

Fred, the ever-dutiful Spartan, was halfway through a cup of coffee that could charitably be described as "motor oil chic." Kelly, on the other hand, was attacking a milkshake with the enthusiasm of a child who'd just discovered sugar was a thing. It was a rare moment of downtime, a slice of normal in lives that were anything but.

"Fred," Kelly said, sliding her milkshake aside with a look that meant trouble. Or fun. With Kelly, it was often both. "How do you feel about dancing?"Fred, whose experience with dancing was mostly limited to dodging plasma fire, nearly inhaled his coffee.

"Dancing?" he sputtered, trying to imagine himself in any scenario where that would be a good idea.

"Yeah, you know," Kelly pressed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and excitement. "Music, moving, maybe not stepping on each other's feet too much?"

Fred raised an eyebrow, putting down his coffee like it was suddenly made of live grenades. "Kelly, the last time I 'danced,' I accidentally dislocated an ensign's shoulder. You really want to unleash that on the civilian population?"

Kelly leaned back, giving him a look that was part amusement, part exasperation. "Oh, come on. I've seen you in a fight. You're all grace and lethal elegance. Just pretend it's a combat situation. Minus the actual combat."

Fred snorted, shaking his head. "Because nothing says romance like treating a dance floor like a battlefield."

But Kelly wasn't deterred. She employed the big guns: the puppy eyes. It was a low blow, and they both knew it. Those big, earnest eyes that said, "Trust me, what's the worst that could happen?" A lot, actually, but Fred found it increasingly hard to care.

"I can't say no to those eyes," he grumbled, though the fight was already leaving him. "This is going to end in disaster."

Kelly's grin could have powered the UNSC Infinity. "Disaster, adventure—it's all about perspective. Plus, it'll be fun. Promise."

Fred sighed, the weight of impending doom settling in. "You know, most couples would just go see a movie."

"And miss the chance to see you in dancing shoes? Never," Kelly shot back, her tone light, teasing.

They bantered back and forth a bit more, the diner around them fading into a comfortable backdrop. When they finally left, stepping out into the cool evening air, there was a lightness between them. It was the kind of moment that made all the chaos and destruction fade into the background, if only for a little while.

They made their way to whatever dance hall Kelly had in mind. Fred couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, dancing wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. After all, how hard could it be?

Famous last words, he'd think later, as he accidentally sent a fellow dancer spinning across the floor. But in that moment, with Kelly laughing beside him, it was all worth it.

@inthatfandom, @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask, @makowrites "I can't say no to those eyes."

[undertale-writing-times]

May I ask for yandere Lover with the prompt "I want to be yours, hold me tightly forever!"

I decided to ump the level of Yandere to a 10 in this one!

She loved this human.

She knew that she wasn't the type to fall in love with people randomly but this one? She didn't know why but she loved them and there was nothing that she could do to stop it. She tried! Promise! She really did try to stop it but she couldn't stop herself.

Whenever she saw them walking around, her eyes would linger on them a bit longer than the others. She would tease and flirt more often with them, but she couldn’t bring herself to try to use her body to get stuff from them. Other people? Oh yeah, she didn’t care.

They normally did it themselves, anyway! So many people have bought her drinks and such at bars because they liked her. You know how annoying it is to be sitting, and someone orders you a drink? It doesn’t sound annoying but honestly, sometimes it is. 

This person? They never did something like that though. They spoke to her like she was a real person and not just something that they could fuck! God, she got excited just thinking about it.

Not in a perverted way, get your heads out of the gutter you sickos.

She felt like she could be her real self around them, and no matter what she did they wouldn’t be perverted and stare... which was a problem as well as a blessing. Why were they not looking at her? She wore some of her most showy clothing, danced around in her female and male ecto! Even her more neither one, and they don’t even care!

She had a feeling that they were just trying to be nice but... ugh. Come on, she needs a bit of attention here, honey. 

And then... the other person came into the picture. It turned out that there was a girl that was trying to catch Y/n's attention. Just a little stupid brat that didn't know her place, but Lover knew how to show it, easily! Honestly, she's had to fight against much worse and stronger people underground.

She wasn't one of the most popular dancers in the underground just by being a good dancer, sweetie. Even though she was the best.

Lover dealt with the little annoying girl, then comforted Y/n when they were upset about their 'friend' disappearing like that "Oh Y/n, if they're one to just disappear like that, I wouldn't be their friend. At least you have me" she would say, nuzzling up against Y/n, humming happily "I would never disappear like that"

"Yeah, I know you wouldn't Lover... thank you" they hug onto her, giving her a gentle squeeze.

It was amazing.

Their arms were so warm and soft; their touch so gentle.

A pleased shutter went through Lover's body then, and almost every other time that they've hugged her.

She never really got... hugged in the underground so this was very exciting~

Then... their meetings just weren't enough! She wanted to spend more time with Y/n, much more time, and there was only one way she knew that that would work.

Seeing their confusion when they woke up in her bedroom was a bit silly. She was wearing a robe, soft and fluffy. She got out of the bath just a little while ago!

She wanted to smell good for this, and she bathed almost every night.

"Good morning, it took you long enough to wake up. I was starting to get worried" she sits on the edge of the bed, leaning on her free hand. "I know you didn't go to sleep here, and I decided to fix that..." she continues, "Y/n, I want to be yours" she moves her arms around Y/n's neck, purring happily "And I would love for you to hold me tightly... forever"

Y/n blushes brightly, staring at her with shocked eyes. "Y...You like me? Lover, how did I get here?"

"I took you here, of course. How else?"

"You... kidnapped me?"

"Oh silly, no, of course not. You can leave whenever you wish to... now please, answer the question" There was the softest amount of a threat in her voice.

Y/n either ignored it, or didn't pick it up because they say, "Well if... if you're sure you would want me" they mumble, then smile and leans forward kissing her cheek.

She leans up, nuzzling into their neck under their jaw, peppering soft kisses against it and, of course, light nibbles "Oh, I'm so happy" If she had a tail, it would be wagging right now.

That went so much better than she even expected! At least she didn't have to hurt anyone again.

[newsfromstolenland]

So you call the kidnapping of Shani Louk, Doron Asher, Noa Argamani and other women and childs "self defense". You call the killing of hundreds innocent festival dancers "self defense".

What are you? A retard, a terrorist or both? Where is your niqāb? Are you always listening to men and never contradict?

If not you are a hypocrite living in a free country, but wishing the killing of free people by islamic terrorists that want a islamic state with no freedom at all. Just sharia.

oh I just knew you were gonna be islamophobic lmao. you accused me of antisemitism but I only see one of us generalizing about an entire religion, and it's not me

the irony of you accusing Palestinians of wanting an oppressive state where there are no freedoms when that's...literally what the Israeli state is doing to Palestinians. that's exactly what they're fighting against, dipshit

if you want to talk about the killing of innocent people so badly, then let's talk about the tens of thousands (if not more) of Palestinians who have been killed by the Israeli state. but you don't care about them. you only care about the colonizers.

you see people fighting back after being ruled by a genocidal state for 75 years and call them Islamic terrorists. how am i the one hating a religious group? I understand that Judaism does not equal Zionism, that Jewish people aren't defined by the worst members of their faith. you, however, seem to believe that all Muslims are misogynistic terrorists. and you clearly don't a know a damn thing about Islam.

I'm in awe that you can think you're in the right while calling me a retard and a terrorist because I *checks notes* think genocidal occupation is bad

but of course, you hate muslims and can't empathize with anyone except perpetrators of genocide. it makes sense that those ideologies would lend themselves to you supporting the Israeli occupation of Palestine

I normally wouldn't respond to such a hateful ask, but I want everyone to see exactly what kind of person would defend Israel and condemn Palestinians

this is what someone who supports Israel is like: a hateful, discriminatory, islamophobic genocide apologist who is happy to call someone a retard and a terrorist for empathizing with colonized peoples

[4rainynite]

I Called It!

After, finally being able to watch the latest episode of Welcome to Dreamworld I noticed most of my predictions on my AO3 Welcome to Dreamworld headcanons came true (and some didn't). Here's a few that came true and didn't and headcanons of what may happen:

1.After watching the video on how Sara killed him and erased most of his memories Norman decides to help Wiatt and Damian to find Sara and return everyone to their bodies and he's gonna feel a lot of guilt/betrayal:

Before Sara killed him, she got him interested in the idea of immortality.

The reason he doesn't bat an eyelash over the dead workers/visitors is because when his soul was transferred into the animatronic Sara hide his morality along with the memory of her killing him.

After, he watches the videos Norman is hit with a wall of guilt. Sure, he wanted to live and be young forever, but not at the cost of human life!

Norman will slowly help Morris and Astra restore their memories.

Will attempt to make Hayden help bring Sara, Pen, and Lisa back.

Norman will feel betrayed by Sara and question their whole relationship.

And start crushing on Morris/ Andrew.

2. I was wrong about Hayden and Pen knowing each other since childhood.

It turns out Audrey/Astra and Andrew/Morris knew Hayden during high school, are the reason why he had blue highlights in his hair, and got hired around the same time.

We'll find out more about Pen later on.

3. In the show the animatronics dream, so they may have their own sleeping quarters similar to the animatronics in Five Nights at Freddy's Pizzaplex.

Each room is designed to accommodate to each animatronic and is on their respected floor.

We saw Morris's room in the latest episode, and it's located at Watchful Eye. We'll most likely see Astra's when she gets her memories back.

Look how cute Morris is! Playing with his dolly in his little hammock!

4. Rex/Mike's history being revealed from:

Childhood - Mike most likely normal childhood and had many friends.

Transitioning - Mike starting to question his gender and starts feeling isolated.

Being kicked out and rejected by parents - (warning tearjerker) It was nothing nice (look what that horrid excuse of a dad did to Mike's eye), poor baby was homeless, maybe stayed in shelters, and as soon as Mike found out Dreamworld was hiring he took the job to survive.

Crushing on Alyssa - Being roommates, bonding over sexuality, and they were roommates tropes!

Being crushed to death in the trash compactor and who put him there - (warning tearjerker) Died alone, Sara stored his body with Lewis & Oliver's, and only Alyssa tried looking for him.

5. The souls of the victims' weren't just placed into the animatronics at random there had to be a connection for them to come to life:

Lewis & Star Light - Artistic, perfectionist, kind.

Eric & Rainbow Dancer - Loveable goofballs, creativity, protective-dad-energy. 

Mike & Rex - Protectors, caring, laid-back.

Alyssa & Glory - Caregivers, kind, a bit of a tease.

John, James, Jake & Masquerade, Melody, Mimic - Innocent, mischievous, playful.

Carly & Cheer - Brave, tomboyish, competitive.

Ben & Liz and Lolli & Pop  - Fun-loving, adventurous, curious.

 Andrew & Morris  - Loyal, energetic, nervous.

Audrey & Astra - Friendly, kind, observant.

Carlos & Winnie, Sara & Millie, Lorenzo, Night Light, and Gruff will get connections later.

Things to come:

With everything happening in the facility with the talk of immortality, the countless deaths, and ghosts talk I wouldn't be surprised if Litho was running a cult!

We know of the rumors of the facility with a mechanic (Carlos/Winnie) during the 1980s, but that is just the most recant and popular rumor up to date!

There must have been thousands of deaths near that cave even before Litho arrived.

Some of the cult members work at Dreamworld *COUGH*JAMESON*COUGH*. Heck, some of the cops (not caring and being bribed) and maybe people who live nearby know too.

Litho has ordered them not to mess with Wiatt.

They're aware Litho most likely will kill them and put them into animatronics, at the end of the day they just want to live forever.

2. We're gonna see more Hazel and the other Animatronics!

Hazel will finally meet Wiatt and introduce him to the other animatronics.

As much as Wiatt doesn't want Hazel involved, he sees bits of him in her so he's crazy protective of her. 

Whenever Oliver is near Millie he goes into corrupt-soul-mode that freaks/confuses everyone even himself (nobody knows Sara is possessing Millie). 

The first thing Lorenzo, Night Light, and Gruff will remember are their names. 

  We'll get an episode of how Hazel met Lorenzo, Night Light, Gruff, and Millie.

We'll see why Hazel is interested in Dreamworld's mysteries. I think it may have something to do with John/ Masquerade, James/ Melody, and Jake/ Mimic.

3. Alison will return to the facility at some point. And we get to see more ghosts.

Most of the ghosts want to help and get revenge on Litho.

Others are too blinded by the immortality promise to rebel and fully believe in Litho. To add support to the theory Litho did but souls in the animatronics and is keeping their bodies alive so some of the ghost believe Litho will do that for them.

4. Either Glory/ Alyssa, Cheer/Carly, or Lolli/Liz & Pop/Ben will gain their memories next.

5. When Glory gets her memories back, she's gonna feel extremely guilty for causing Morris's death.

Morris accepts her apology because he knows Glory wouldn't harm anyone on purpose (except Sara/Litho).

When Astra starts gaining her memories, she'll remember that she and Glory/Alyssa worked together on the same floor.

The three become gossip buddies.

6. Wiatt stops recording and his healthy starts to decline.

We'll most likely see things via security cameras or normal viewing for most of season 2.

Wiatt will still help get the animatronics their memories back. Because, HELLO - if your family/friend's soul got trapped in a animatronic by an evil demon wouldn't you save them?

Everyone will notice something is off with Wiatt (mainly Star/Lewis), but Wiatt will brush it off.

Wiatt will start having nightmares similar to his Grandmother (Lucy) and dad (Owen) did.

Wiatt's soul is linked to the camera (the one he mainly uses) and the more time he's away from it the sicker he becomes. His situation is similar to Allison and his violin since those items hold their souls since Allison is a ghost and Wiatt is most likely an animatronic/cyborg.

Everyone will find this out when it's too late!

Images from DEWIKI

[neighawolf]

Character Development Questions

Saw some questions, I reblogged the OG post. (by wisteria-lodge) So here's some Rornir lore!! 10 questions!

What is the character’s go-to drink order? Usually he doesn't order out, too much fake stuff or over priced and under filled (more ice and air than drink) but if he does, Its Green Tea. It varies by season. Spring and Winter its a Green Tea with one spoonful of cane sugar. That's it. Summer is a blended/smoothie style Green Tea with no whip. and Autumn is either an Iced Green tea or a Green Tea latter, both with soy milk and powdered matcha. Maybe some whip as a lil treat.

What is their grooming routine? He showers every day or as much as possible when doing WoL stuff. At home its every day. Bathing is kind of a ritual and self care. Its aftercare for him and personal time for reflecting. Cleansing of body, mind and soul. So he bathes everyday. He doesn't wash his hair every day, though. It can dry out from over washing and he's very particular about his hair and fluffy bits (like ears). He can easily spend an hour brushing his hair (or attempting to tame it, unsuccessfully). Twice a day he brushes his teeth and washes his face with a particular toner and moisturizer afterwards. He shaves as he needs to, as he (and his hubby) prefer his smooth face, with the exception of his little cheek fluffs. 2-3 times a week he does cuticle and nail care for hands and feet. and 2-3 a month has a spa/massage retreat day to work out the rest of his needs. This is, of course, assuming he isn't in the middle of stopping the end of creation...again.

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? He's not really a materialistic person and doesn't keep much money on him. He's fairly humble in terms of money. The most expensive "purchase" was buying shares into a theatre in Kugane under Garlean occupation. He bought well over half, making him majority shareholder and subsequently owner/patron of that theatre. He paid everyone's wages and kept all currently employed cast and staff. He still owns that and often partakes in some of the shows as guest roles. Most of his extra money goes to art venues. When he travels he donates to local museums or small art studios, funds art troupes for less fortunate places or buys supplies and costumes or instrument repairs. He'll buy art pieces from small artists and pay to put them up in museums that wouldn't normally buy them. He''ll even pay to refloor old dance studios and new shoes for dancers. He's a patron of the arts, and finds so much culture to be learned, so much of his extra money is given to the arts. Anything extra he just buys nice things for his friends or husband.

Do they have any scars or tattoos? He has the normal wear and tear, in terms of scars, expected of someone in his line of work. Bumps and scrapes, bruises, cuts, some small scars from stabs, shootings, near death etc. The expected usual. His tattoos however are far more significant. There are only a handful of people aware that he even has any. Including his husband Urianger, his best friend Alex, his husband's best friend and best friend's husband Thancred, Y'sthola because of her aether sight and a few members of his family clan including his uncle. The Tattoo is a full double sleeve tattoo that includes his chest and back and part of his lower right leg. An oni face mask with ribbons and "red threads of fate" being cut from it. Cherry blossom branches extend over each shoulder and down his arms. Each full blossom is a life he took, and each half blossom is a life he assisted in or almost took. tiny singular red strands connect from the blossoms, around the tree branches and weave into a larger thread that leads to the oni mask. He keeps this tattoo covered up now with a glamour prism, but Y'sthola can see it because of her aether sight. She's never mentioned it to him. Only those closest to him have seen and know the burden it weighs on him.

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? The literal most recent would be yesterday (Nov 22) as it was in fact his first anniversary with his husband Urianger. There were definitely some good tears. So happy you start crying, kind. Lots of love, surprises, happy, friends. It was a good day. Unknown to Urianger though, Rornir left in the middle of the night to go have a hard cry. His best friend even expected it and stayed up. When she got the call she was at his house in minutes. Rornir's biggest fear is outliving everyone he loves. Which he will, because viera life spans. So he was in a major conflict about being happy he made a year with Urianger and it was the best year ever, but also that's one year closer to losing Uri. The life span difference is so hard for him, and he is beginning to realise why viera don't bond outside of other viera. How many more years until Uri is gone and he's still young by viera standards? How many perfect nights until he's alone? To live a hundred perfect years then be alone for another 500. He knows he shouldn't think like that, but its really hard, especially when its such important moments like anniversaries or birthdays. His bestie calmed him down and he went back to bed, burying his face in Urianger. If Uri knew, he didn't say anything. 

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? He's an only child. Never knew any other sibling. He has no cousins or nieces either. To his knowledge, the only other surviving family member is his shitty uncle. What he doesn't know is that his mother had a sister who has been keeping an eye on him since he left Doma to start the events of ARR, and has been supplying resources and supplies to Tataru the whole time. So Tataru is the only other person who knows Rornir has at least one other family member.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. Rornir has like...5 pairs. Inside house slippers, Outside house slippers, good soled boots for hiking, marching, treking, combat shoes (as he's a dancer, they're comfy and supportive but not restricting allowing protection in a fight but comfort to move over a variety of surfaces), and a pair of outdoor sandals, for just casual comfort outdoorsy stuff. Any other pair of shoes he either borrows from Thancred (Best friend's husband and husband's best friend) or his bestie buys some and he wears like...once.

Describe the place where they sleep. His home was hand built by several of his friends. Most of the hard work and structural work was done by his friend and fellow WoL Bastian. Interior decor and arrangement by his bestie, and miscellaneous bits donated or provided by others of the scions and his own adventuring group. A lot of care and respect was put into making his current home, with many suggestions and input coming from Lord Hien, an honoured ally and long time friend. The home was built in traditional, ancient, Othardian/Hingan style with hand woven tatami reed mats and wood stacked and cut using traditional tools. Holy relics and family armor were provided by locals eager to support the Warrior of Light from their homeland. All of this was done at the request of Urianger. Their bedroom specifically has a magically enchanted star box, moon and star lights and a stained glass window. So they sky is always near by. Its very cozy, tradtional, and homey and its his favourite place in the world.

What is their favorite holiday? His favourite holiday is Heavensturn. Its essentially the Lunar New Year. Rornir comes from a very traditional heritage where lunar cycles are everything. Everything is done in accordance to the lunar cycle, not so much the conventional method of time keeping. So the new year festivities are incredibly important to him. They're also super fun!

What objects do they always carry around with them? He isn't super materialistic, so doesn't keep much. The only thing really is a bracelet made from thread used in his hand fasting ceremony.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Egos at a wedding?

Goddamn thank you for all these mf ASKS WOOHOO!!! Yall getting fed tonight

━MARKIPLIER ☆

He cries. One hundred percent sobs at everything. Cries when the vows are said, cries when the rings are presented, cries when the music is played, cries when the cake is cut-

You've already run out of tissues and it's only ten

━DARKIPLIER ☆

Dark doesn't really do much compared to the others. Doesn't show a ton of emotion, but also isn't completely void of any.

Will offer a smile to the happy couple and keep his arms around your waist the entire time, but is mostly ready to go home

You did make him wear a suit though. And oh boy did it pay off

━ANTISEPTICEYE ☆

"Myh collar 's to tight."

"Suck it up and suffer Anti."

"But it's so hotttt."

"Anti I swear to god if you mess up this wedding for everyone I will knock you out so hard when you wake up your clothes will be out of style."

"Firey. Thas why I love yhou."

"Oh shut your trap."

━WILFORD ☆

The life of the motherloving party

Tears it up on the dance floor hour after hour. Hijacks the DJ booth at one point to switch out the rave music or whatever for his disco-esqe tunes. And where in the hell did those backup dancers come from??

By the end of the night (or early morning I should say) the both of you are piss drunk

Wilford is more composed than you since he's been drunk and in positions like these more times than he cares to count, so the pinkette is still in his right mind to not let either of you drive home

You dunno how he did it but the next morning you woke up next to him at your hotel

━YANCY ☆

Yancy and you aren't allowed anywhere outside the prison no matter the circumstances. But who said the wedding had to be outside?

You both attended a small reception between Tiny and her toothbrush named Clark with googly eyes stuck to it, the both of them in scrappy wedding attire made from toilet paper and napkins

Yancy very supportive and enthusiastic, but he does shed a tear or two in front of you

"I just can' help it. The both of youse is suck a good couple."

━ENGINEER ☆

Actually cleaned himself up for once in his life. No grease stains anywhere to be found

(Accept for one smack dab on his ass but you didn't tell. What, you gotta get some entertainment in here and there)

Next to Markiplier, Engineer is the best bet you're gonna get to "normal" at a wedding with. But of course, you wouldn't have it any other way

━ACTOR ☆

Is the diva of the reception. Snapping his fingers loudly at bus boys to get their attention, and yelling "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!" at them if they don't have what he wants

But the man child has enough common sense in him to not fuck up the wedding vow moment; mostly staying quiet and only complaining about a few things under his breath

Doesn't show it a lot but is very flattered to be at a wedding with you, even if you two weren't the ones getting married

━ILLINOIS ☆

Is there such thing as an elegant fuck boy? Becuase if so that Illinois.

He charms his way through the event, managing to get extra cake/champain/closer seats/better food ect ect from people just with a wink and some smooth words

You find it hilarious. Yes you two are a thing but it's funny to see him get his way just by acting flirty. Besides, at the end of the night he's still your Illinois in that dashing suit of his :)

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Do you think jungkook's recent choices will have a negative effect on bts as a group?

I do want to say the whole smoking thing doesn't bother me. At first, I did think the photos were taken without his knowledge, but after seeing the video, you can see he's aware that he's being recorded and doesn't really mind. I'm glad that he feels comfortable enough to show a more adult side of him with seven, the drinking, and the smoking. But at the same time, I see how bts has created this image for themselves over the years, and in a matter of months, jk had dramatically changed it. They all seemed to follow the rules and only did schedule lives at the company, but then JK started doing unapproved lives at home. All the members have really protected their social media presence, and then there's jk with tikok and following a thirst trap account 😅. Now we have the smoking out in public when the other 3 members who do smoke have done it out of sight. So I'm just curious how the other members feel about all of this. I do remember on one live JK did say the members told him not to drink on live anyone, but he didn't listen lol. I'm also on the edge of my seat because who knows what else we'll find out. If JK is going to continue to focus on the American market and with the popularity he has gained with seven, tmz is definitely going to have him on their radar.

Okay.

I didn't even know there was a video, but after seeing it, it's not clear at all he knew he was being filmed. Even if he was, I don't think he would've been okay with it. Even if he was aware, he likely didn't want to be filmed, smoking or not. But I'm sure Jungkook knew he could be caught smoking outside the hotel, or wherever he was, and that was a choice he made, because I don't think he wants to hide doing normal stuff like smoking.

I don't see how Jungkook smoking or drinking will negatively impact the group. Suga smoked in Haegeum, Jimin shared his hard times during the pandemic in which he got drunk every night, all members have drank on camera - some of them have even gotten wasted. Why is it only a problem when Jungkook does it? Vmin have also done lives at their homes. Are you saying Jungkook is a bad influence and that they wouldn't have done it without him starting the "trend"? And why should Jungkook ask for permission to do a live for his fans? Why does he need to be supervised like a child? Who cares if that's the company policy? Fuck the company. They can debut minors with sexy concepts, but idols can't go live whenever they please?

You think Jungkook alone changed BTS's image? Like Crazy came out before Seven and it was much sexier and Western-like than anything BTS had done up until that point.

The members haven't "protected" their social media presence. Most of them don't even like social media, so they aren't very active. V posts sexy pictures all the time, RM wants to post art so he posts art. Jungkook literally deleted his IG, is rarely on Twitter, and pretty much just shares a few selcas and recipes on Weverse, apart from doing lives. He only accidentally shared his TikTok account, and what in the fucking world is wrong with having TikTok? And what thirst trap account is he following? I even looked it up and apparently he started following a bunch of dancers, one of whom has videos of herself twerking. Like, isn't twerking one of those basics moves all female dancers do? From what I saw, she seemed like a normal influencer type.

BTS are proud of Jungkook. Hobi and RM shared the explicit, not the clean, version of Seven and Suga knew the song would be a hit. No one is bothered.

I don't even know who the 3 members who smoke are, but V was seen with a vape way back in 2019 and was caught smoking at the 2021 Grammys, and Suga smoked in Haegeum. Jungkook isn't the first one.

Remember RM posting drunk videos of him singing, or Jikook drunk FaceTiming? BTS have an agreement, which is to not post things on social media when drunk, and it's a good policy, but one they've broken before. Jungkook wasn't the first one to go online drunk. And Jungkook was only tipsy in a few of his lives, not drunk to the point he couldn't watch what he said or did.

We know how the members feel. They're okay with Jungkook - proud of him. I doubt there's any drama. And you "being on the edge of your seat" to see what other "scandal" Jungkook will get caught up in is really fucking weird. Leave him alone. I may be a bit judgmental, but this is just wishing for his downfall. I assure you it won't happen.

Also, Jungkook isn't the only one trying to break away from their conservative group image. Jimin did it with Like Crazy, RM is also subtly pushing the envelope, Suga did it for Haegeum, and V pretty much allowed himself to get caught dating in Paris. Why is JK the only one "stirring up trouble"?

No, JK's actions won't destroy either him or the group. BTS are still the biggest group in the world, and Jungkook is the biggest idol.

[rosalind-hawkins]

I'm sending you butterflyshipping for your ask game.

For this ask meme, and y'all are welcome to submit an ask if you'd like, I love to spout headcanons about ships.

You know, I feel silly for not seeing this one coming lol. And hey, fun fact: the only reason I wrote a butterflyshipping fic in the first place, aside from being inspired by that one other fic, is the name. I just really like butterflies lol. And at the time, I was growing my writing muscles by just writing every ship that even slightly intrigued me.

Good for you for getting me to talk about the ladies that I ignore most of the time. It's not that I don't like them, they're just not high on my list compared to other characters.

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Mai gives it to both of them because she loves the cute faces they make. Ryou really loves receiving them. Mai makes a pretty cute face herself when Ryou leans over and gives her head a peck.

Gets jealous the most

Anzu has a very jealous personality, so I'd have to say her, but if Ryou ever got jealous, it would be a sad kind of jealous that makes him ball up in insecurity.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive

Ryou doesn't like driving, it makes him anxious, but he's not big on drinking and the ladies are, especially out with friends, so that leaves him as the designated driver. He drives Mai's car and always makes them both sit in the backseat.

Takes care of on sick days

Ryou mostly does this, partly because he was so alone for most of his life and always wished he'd had someone to take care of him, but when he's the one that's sick, Anzu is the one taking care of him. Mai is supportive, just not the caretaking type.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day

Ryou is the one getting dragged, after he's got two coats of sunscreen on him. I would say Anzu would be dragging him alongside Mai, but in the beach/pool episode of Season Zero she didn't want to get in the water either, so I think Mai is dragging them both in, even if it's just the shallows.

Gives unprompted massages

Mai, and Anzu to a lesser degree. Mai is very touchy, and sometimes she startles Ryou with the unsolicited/unexpected touches, and he'll say something if it's ever a problem.

Drives/rides shotgun

Mai drives, Anzu rides shotgun, Ryou is occupied in the backseat with his happy meal.

Brings the other lunch at work

I've explained my "Ryou doesn't cook" headcanons elsewhere, and I can't imagine Mai can either (mainly cause she didn't have to) so that leaves Anzu as the one saying "you remembered to bring lunch to work today right? You didn't??? Hold on, I'll be there in 40 minutes."

Has the better parental relationship

Anzu has a normal relationship with her parents while Ryou's are dead/MIA and Mai's were distant and detached.

Tries to start role-playing in bed

Mai is bold, no fear and no insecurity. Ryou is easily embarrassed, Anzu goes along with it sometimes.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer

ALL OF THEM. If Ryou has had enough to drink that he starts dancing though, it doesn't last long before he passes out or collapses. Anzu cannot stand fucking still, she will just be constantly jiving to the music in her own mind. Mai is the least embarrassing about it, but it's still a bit not-quite-what-she-would-normally-do.

Still cries watching Titanic

Ryou and Anzu the most, but all of them really, depends on the day. If Mai and Anzu are PMSing and turn it on, Ryou will cry with them because he can't help it, he's too empathetic.

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Mai mostly, but Anzu has a lot of fun with it too. One time they dressed up as a devil/angel/reaper for Halloween, and even though both ladies wanted Ryou to be the angel, he insisted on being the reaper or else he wouldn't participate. So Ryou was the reaper, Anzu was the angel, and Mai was the devil.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

As the one with the most money, Mai does often. It makes Ryou feel bad though, so cause of that she tries to follow the rule.

Makes the other eat breakfast

ANZU. She's the absolute mom in the relationship, if that makes sense. Mai is like, "I've got a latte, that IS my breakfast" and Ryou's like "I'll eat an hot pocket at lunch, I'll be fine until then" and Anzu is like "No! Three meals a day! Sit down and eat!"

Remembers anniversaries

All of them are actually really good about this, and the only surprises are the presents themselves. They start talking plans months in advance, and sometimes they go on little trips

Brings up having kids

Anzu, because she wants them the most, and then Mai suggests they try to get pregnant at the same time so they can go through it together, and just the idea of that gives Ryou a nervous breakdown, so they both backpedal like, "It's okay sweetie, it's not happening right now, it was just a suggestion." Ryou is absolutely going to be a stay-at-home dad though. He will be there for every second of his kids' lives. Meanwhile, Mai is the "wait right here kiddos, Mommy needs to go teach this man a lesson" parent.

BONUS HEADCANON

All three of them have Marik trauma, so no, he's not invited to the wedding. Anzu was possessed and had her life threatened by him, Mai got her soul stolen by him which resulted in traumatic psychological torture, and Ryou was stabbed thanks to him in addition to the possession and the time he spent in the Shadow Realm.

[nanamisflowerfield]

Now a scenario to make your heart ache! Already prepare your playlist of sad songs to listen to while reading.

PS.: I wrote this scenario thinking about the song The Night We Met by Lord Huron and I Found by Amber Run, I recommend listening to it

Remembering that english IS NOT my mother tongue, so be kind to me and sorry any mistakes

After Crowley found a way to send Yuu back to Earth, Yuu is extremely happy to be able to return to her world, home and family, of course everyone is happy, she runs to tell Malleus. Upon receiving the news, Malleus is obviously happy for his friend, but what about their relationship? Feelings of sadness begin to show on his features, and then Yuu notices. She will never see Tsunotarou again. They'll never have their nocturnal hiking and talks again.

Despite her sadness, Yuu explains that she needs to go back. She is not and does not belong to this world. Staying here any longer could be disastrous! Also, she wanted to see her parents, her family, her friends, humans without magic, her city, her school. She missed everything.

A life where she wouldn't have to deal with the danger of death almost every day, or overblots, or magical or strange creatures. She wanted to go back to having a normal life.

As sad as it was to say goodbye to everyone, she needed to be back where she was place, the world she was born and always belonged to.

Of course Yuu would miss everyone in Twisted Wonderland, their adventures and busy life. She would probably cry leaving this strange and magical place. Her friends would also probably be crying or trying to hide their tears as they hugged her goodbye.

Grim would likely be heartbroken to part with the only being he'd ever considered family. Just as she would be heartbroken to have to leave her baby monster kitten behind, her clumsy little fire-breathing companion is a lot of work but she loves him anyway. The one she held when she felt homesick, on the darkest, coldest nights and lonely.

She would probably be holding back her tears with a smile as she said goodbye to her first friends in that strange world, two troublemakers who seem to have no neurons, the wolf boy who always cared about her even though he denied it due to his tsundere shyness, the boy with Lavender hair who loved apples, and the boy who always yelled at her and called her "human" instead of her name.

She would probably be holding back her tears with a smile as she said goodbye to a red-haired boy who loved sharing sweets with her, to a boy who always took pictures with her, to a boy who made delicious sweets whenever she was sad. From a lion boy who was always respectful to her and loved sleeping in your lap, from a hyena boy who always stole donuts to share with her. From a very smart octopus boy and two eel twins who always invited her to a drink at the monster bar. From a boy with a smile brighter than the sun itself and his friend who was really good in the kitchen and a great hip hop dancer. From a boy supermodel who liked to try makeup on her, to another who was always watching her from afar like a hunter. From a boy with flaming blue hair who played video games with her and her cute little brother who loved to play with her. From a sleepy boy who attracted small animals and his father who looked more like some kind of vampire and always scared him by appearing upside down randomly. She would probably be holding back her tears with a smile as she said goodbye to the teachers and principal who took care of her and humbly taught her, plus a guy with friends on the other side who was always kind to her.

Despite everything, she was happy there. But good things end quickly.

When she went to say goodbye to the last person, her heart sank, she didn't have the courage to look up. Look at him. She simply hugged him very tightly, he was surprised for a second widening your eyes and gently hugged her back.

"You're shaking," he whispered.

"I-I-I'm sorry." She whispered almost crying.

He looked at her, "Why are you apologizing Chiild of Man?"

"I-I'm sorry." She repeated

He took a breath and smiled, hugging her tighter and burying his face in her hair.

"I'm going to miss you so much" She whispered.

"Me too." He pulled her away and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to miss you so much."

Finally she had to disentangle herself from his arms, taking her hand as she walked away towards the huge mirror gleaming in the middle of the room.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, she takes one last look at her friends, and despite knowing she couldn't take it, she looks into those emerald green eyes that stare back at her. He raises his hand in signal farewell with a gentle smile. She smiles back, turns around and enters the mirror, which shines illuminating the whole room with a huge billion and which disappears shortly afterwards, making the mirror dark and not giving any reflection anymore.

Everyone looks expectantly, hoping that she can pass back through the mirror and transition between worlds, but it didn't happen. The mirror just cracked itself in half and several tiny pieces of shard of glass fell to the floor. Indicating that it was a path of no return.

Soon everyone started to leave one by one, with sad faces. There would definitely be no classes that day. Not that week. Or maybe the next one. Everyone was very sad. And the grief-like feeling wasn't going to go away so quickly.

The last one left in that location was in front of the mirror waiting for that something to happen. Anything. Nothing. Simply nothing happened. Why-

Lilia: Malleus? Are you okay? Or are you going to be okay?

Malleus looks at a small hand mirror he had in which he managed to connect with the transport mirror for a few seconds before it was destroyed. It showed an image half twisted, but still visible of a human girl running down a street that she claimed to recognize, soon found a group of people who had who held posters with her face.

A girl with long hair was the first to notice her as she stopped panting in front of the group. The girl dropped the posters on the floor and placed both hands in front of her mouth as her eyes sparkled. Then she took off running and screaming getting everyone else's attention.

She nearly knocked Yuu over as she hugged her tightly and cried. Yuu was surprised but happy to recognize her best friend and hugged her back just as tightly. Soon other people gathered around the two and little by little Yuu recognized people, her neighbors, schoolmates, workmates, friends, her childhood friend, her teachers, people with whom she always interacted, and finally one couple in the background who were discredited.

She freed herself from the crying girl with the help of others and approached the couple.

Yuu: M-mom? D-dad?

Calling these two titles felt strange after so long, it left a bad taste in your mouth.

The older woman who looked a lot like the girl approached, holding her hands on the young girl's face, she was shaking.

"I can't believe it...m-my baby..." She immediately hugged her super tight and started to cry. Yuu who couldn't take it anymore, and cried along. She soon opened her eyes and looked at her father, who looked at her smiling and then hugged her too.

After seeing this scene, Malleus closed the hand mirror and threw it on the floor, stepping on top.

Malleus: I wasn't sure before, but now I think so.

He smiled.

If my the girl I fell in love with is happy, even if I'm far away from her, I'm happy too.

I hope you never change, and remain the most wonderful being I've ever known. I love you and-

Malleus: Goodbye my child of man.

My only and first love.

*screams loudly* MY HEART OMG HOLY MOLY JDKEKFLDLE YOU KILLED MY HEART!!😭😭😭 SO BEAUTIFUL AND YET DOES MY HEART HURT DKFKFLDÖD

[writingfortheheart]

Counting to 30: Marcianna 4

The previously empty halls in the campus complex were now full of students going to their respective classes. Marcianna attempted to weave through the throng of women hurrying to their next destination, but found it quite difficult. Among the sea of leotards were also dotted a few students wearing street clothes. They would be going to theory classes where they'd learn dance history, among other things. Those were the only classes at the academy to be co-ed.

Women had an entire side of the campus to themselves with all the amenities, men had a separate side, both sides joined by a taller building in the middle that contained the clinic Marcianna had just come from, a bunch of classrooms, a large auditorium where practical exams and end of year productions took place, and a library.

A familiar bun caught Marcianna's eye as she entered the dance studio wing, Beth had just stepped out of her current class for a quick break. She still had her leather ballet slippers on, normally a faux pas in the hallway, but she wouldn't be very long. "Hey, newbie!", she said as Marcianna waved, "How has your day been so far?"

Marcianna did a quick shrug. "Fine. I still haven't done a class yet. That will change soon, though. I only have one today, then I think I'll just go back to the dorm". Beth nodded, "Who's your prof?". Marcianna responded, "Professor Julie".

Beth gave Marcianna a large smile, "Aww, I love her, she's awesome. I think they give her the intro students so they don't get scared off. She'll put you through your paces, though".

Beth's big, white smile and friendly voice suddenly made Marcianna feel a lot more comfortable. "I can't wait to hang with you back at the dorm", Marcianna grinned. Beth threw back her head and laughed, "After today, I'll be glad to take care of you". She did a quick check of her watch, "I gotta get back in there, and you should get to your class, too. I'll see you later".

The hallway where Marcianna's classroom was smelled of flowers. Just a faint smell, but noticeable. A large glass wall gave her a peek inside where several dancers were milling about, some doing warm up stretches on the floor, some standing with groups talking. A long wall opposite the one she was looking through was also made of glass, a window displaying the outside world, a cliffside overlooking a wooded area. The sky had gone grey and it had started to rain. It caused Marcianna to shiver, but she admired the beauty of it. The entire perimeter of the studio, including the glass walls, was lined with a barre, along which many students chose to stretch.

Marcianna stepped in and found a place to pull off her nylon booties and get comfortable. She sat in front of the large window to the outside and rested her back against it, feeling the coolness of the glass against the area cut from the back of her leotard. She stared at her feet for a moment, pointing and flexing them, making the leather on her slippers wrinkle. "This is real...", she thought to herself. She contemplated her slippers a bit more she a woman in her late 30s walked in. "Good afternoon, ladies! I am professor Julie, you can just call me Julie, welcome to intro to ballet here at Hope International".

Julie's long skirt flowed as she walked to the front of the class, her teaching shoes, black shoes similar to jazz shoes with a large heel, clicking on the shiny wood floor. "Most of you are already on the floor, let's start with some floor work!", she said, clapping her hands together. Marcianna listened to Julie's instruction and followed along to Julie's counts.

A hour later, Marcianna was drenched in sweat, her body was aching like it never had before, she was done for the day. She trudged back to her dorm, pulling her keycard from her bootie and swiping it against the lock. A beep, a click, the door opened. Beth sat on the couch, a plate of raw veggies in her hand as she watched TV. "I told you she wouldn't be easy on you", Beth said, placing her plate on the counter. "Go get undressed, I'll get you some ice".

Marcianna sat down on her bed, taking her modesty skirt off and tossing it to the floor, followed by her leotard. She swung her legs up and laid down on the bed, suddenly very comfortable, she felt like sinking in. "Are you decent?", Beth's voice came in through the door. "You're fine. We'll probably see each other naked at some point", replied Marcianna, a groan of pain in her voice.

The ice packs were cold as Beth carefully laid each one over strategic parts of Marcianna's body, but with the cold came relief. Beth started to massage Marcianna's calf muscles. "Trust me, this gets you feeling better faster". Marcianna closed her eyes and let Beth do her work. "How did you learn to do this?" she asked. "Lots of years of doing it myself. I started in sports medicine, fell into ballet, I figured if that falls through I can go back to sports medicine again".

"It's only our first day and I already like you, Beth", Marcianna forced a smile. Beth stopped a moment. "I think I like you, too..." she said, red filling her cheeks. She continued massaging. "There's supposed to be a welcome party tomorrow night. I'll be going to help out, but we can hang out after. I know a good place."

Marcianna took a deep breath in and smiled. "Yeah, that sounds nice..."

TO BE CONTINUED

[void-bitten-ghost]

Okay, bear with me.

Adult Dancer Y/N.

It's a normal Fazbear Pizzaplex, but with blackjack and hookers. Like, an entire adult area sectioned off with a guarded hallway with like 6 layers of security (for cheating purposes and to keep any kids out).

Faz co realised they were missing out on a huge market. Aka: the adults bringing their kids. So they made a 'bar' section (alcohol free) with poker tables and cage dancers. All themed of course. The animal costumes are a client favourite.

But yeah, human dancer y/n on their way to clock out. But they're being harassed by a group that will not take a hint. They're getting progressively more anxious and worried as the group just will not stop following them. So they head to the most anti-hor knee place they can think of. The Daycare.

OR. Maybe they have a kid? Maybe that's why they took the job in the first place. Stable hours and reliable childcare that they can check in on during their regular breaks. Probably pretty familiar with Sun then since they check their lil gremlin in and out every other day...

Anyway. We have a Y/n, being chased down by pursuit predators at this point, and they're heading to the daycare hoping that the intimidating presence of an 8 ft animatronic with security protocols will get them to back off.

It's not Sun that greets you.

The lights are off. You've never been in the daycare when the lights are off. Gosh, had you really been that late? You hoped your baby was okay. Maybe it was a bedtime protocol? Would you finally get to meet the elusive Moon you'd heard so much about from Sunny--?

You're grabbed. Multiple hands. Fleshy. Clammy. You bite and scratch and kick until there are no hands on you anymore. You hit the floor and there are bodies flying, hitting the glass walls with sickeningly wet crunches. You can't see the streaks they leave, can't see anything but the glowing red of LED optics in the dark. Optics that are trained on you.

This is how you meet Moon.

He's holding your sleeping babe close to his chest with one hand, the other suspiciously dark and shiny as he holds it out to you, helping you to stand on shaky legs.

You don't question. You say thank you because God knows what might have happened had those hands held you a minute - even a second - longer. You say thank you because he hands you your babe without a word, not a hair on their head out of place. And really, that's all you care about. The fact that even after hours, when their jurisdiction had long ended, the attendants had kept your child safe and secure...

Woah. I rambled huh. But yeah, original thought that sort of started this. Dancer y/n needing to pick their kid up earlier and in a hurry and turning up to the daycare in An Outfit. The kids are either curious or unperturbed by this, but it sends the adults into a FIT because you can't show your legs and arms to my child your shoulders are confusing my husband How Dare You--

Bearing in mind it's like. Shorts and a shirt. The least offensive one you could grab that morning knowing you had to go to the daycare earlier than usual... but you only did that so you wouldn't cause a scene but here you are, having a Karen(tm) aggressively crowd you back to the doors, stopping you from getting to the checkout desk and picking up your kid.

You're trying to calmly negotiate a way around the woman when you obviously Say The Wrong Thing about her husband specifically being one of thee worst customers you've ever had to entertain and she Swings for you--

You dodge, but you needn't have. There's a yellow and silver fist squeezing the women's wrist until the bones quietly creak. Sunny is standing there, leaning over menacingly with a ram-rod straight back, white eyes darkened to a dirty grey, revealing tiny white pupils that are practically shaking with a barely contained something while he stares the woman down.

"Violence Is Not Permitted Within The Daycare."

-_-_-

Jqbsbjsjbs okay maybe I just write a fic at this point idk 😅

[m-jelly]

Oh oh! How about a ballet dancer levi & reader!! (i feel like levi has nice posture for ballet;) so basically both of them first met in a ballet company, from friends to lover and they would always perform together in pairs on stage!!

I don't much about ballet, but I'll give it a shot!

@kenkopanda-art <3

Moving bodies

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and rags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, ballet dancers, cute.

Concept: You and Levi both auditioned for roles in a ballet show. You both get the roles and discover the role is lovers. You and Levi have met before, but it was in training and there was some romantic tension. Now you're working together, you both get closer to each other and things begin to bloom between the two of you.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @strawberrybunny123 @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

You stretched your back and moaned when the joints clicked satisfyingly. You released a long sigh and relaxed your body for a moment before bending over with your bum in the air. You smiled at your muscles stretching. A blush burned your cheeks when you heard Levi say your name right behind you.

Levi had spotted you and knew you were working together for the show. He'd shamefully stared at you before he saw the team coming in to train you both up. He watched you stand up and appear flustered for a moment before you talked to him like normal. He wanted you to be flustered by him more. He knew you'd been friends for a while, but his heart wanted more.

You smiled a little and looked around at the team as you chatted with Levi about a few casual things before addressing you being together. "So, are you in this show?"

"I'm the male lead."

You blushed. "Oh, I'm the female lead." You thought of the dance and knew how intimate and romantic it was. "We're going to be working a lot closer with each other, huh?"

Levi nodded and thought that his time to finally get closer to you was this moment. Everything had lined up for your both and he was going to take the lead.

Levi smiled softly. "I'm looking forward to it."

Your dance instructor clapped their hands together. "Okay! Let's get moving!"

Your bodies moved together to the song, your touches on each other longing and your gazes meaningful. You both practised for hours and days, but it was beginning to become draining on how demanding your instructor was.

You stretched your leg high as you balanced on your toes. You winced in pain and buckled. "Ah!"

Levi cried out your name and caught you as you fell. "Are you okay?"

You whimpered. "My foot."

He scooped you up like a bride. "I've got you."

Your instructor screamed your name. "I should have known you'd mess this up! You're weak! You're too heavy! Who the hell picked you!? I didn't!"

Levi glared at him. "Tch shut the fuck up! She's one of the best!" He stormed past the old woman. "Besides, she's perfect just the way she is." He carried you to the changing room and sat you on the bench. "Is it your toes or ankle?"

You blushed as he undid your shoe. "Ankle." You welled up. "Please ignore my toes."

Levi slipped your shoes off and saw some blood. "What..." He unwrapped a bandage to see your toes had bled. "How long has this been going on?"

You rubbed your tears. "A few days now."

He sighed. "This isn't good."

"I'm sorry, I've let you down."

He shook his head. "No, no you haven't. I've let you down. I'm supposed to protect you and I failed you."

You smiled softly. "Levi."

He stood up and rubbed your cheek. "Wait here. I'll help you with your feet."

"Thanks." You felt your heart flutter in your chest as Levi left you. You patted your handon your cheeks as you fought your feelings. You cared for this man, but you were scared he wouldn't love you back.

Levi sat in front of you and started washing your feet. "We should take a break from practice."

"But."

He looked up at you. "I'm fucked as well. It'll do us both good." He blushed a little as he patted your feet dry. "Besides, it gives me a chance to take you on a date."

You smiled a little. "You want to date me?"

He nodded shyly and focused on your feet and avoided your gaze. "Y-Yes."

You hummed a laugh. "Well, I want to date you too."

Levi flicked his gaze up to you and smiled. "You mean it?"

"I do."

He smiled brightly making your heart skip a beat. "Wonderful." He returned to your feet and put medical things on before wrapping them up. "There, all better." He stood up. "It'll do you good to have a few days rest."

You stood up and hummed. "Well, I need someone to make sure I rest." You walked up to Levi. "Would you?"

Levi blushed at the thought of staying at your place. "I'd love to, but we'll go to my place. I have all the medical things there for you."

"It's a date."

He nodded and felt his life coming together. "Yes."

"I want to thank you for looking after me."

"Oh?"

You nodded and cupped the side of his face and felt how soft his skin was. You leaned closer and brushed your lips against his. Levi responded to your action by sliding his loving hands over your waist and up your back. He tugged you close causing your lips to press against each other.

The kiss was delicate and fragile at first, but when you both started to lean into your feelings for each other did it truly spark something in you both. You pushed your fingers into his undercut and tilted your head just a little and kissed Levi a little deeper.

Levi pulled back and panted. He squeezed you tightly as if this moment would fade away if he didn't. "I'm...in love with you."

You blushed at hearing those words. "Me too." You gasped. "W-With you, that is. I'm in love with you!"

Levi chuckled. "I knew what you meant."

You pressed your face against Levi and groaned. "I'm embarrassed."

He massaged his fingers in your hair. "You are so sweet." He released you and smiled. "Come on, let's go home and get you healed up."

You stayed over at Levi's and got closer. You cooked for each other, he tended to your feet and gave you all the kisses and cuddles that you and he desired. When you returned to work, you had a new instructor and it was far more gentle to dance.

Soon you and Levi were performing the whole piece for a week. You both loved every second of it because it was a chance to dance how you felt. Your last day was emotional because your feet were beginning to hurt again. You were touched by the gifts the crew gave you at the end, along with those who had been watching.

Levi walked into your dressing room to see you wiping off your makeup. "You were incredible."

You turned to Levi and smiled. "I couldn't have done it without you. You were magnificent."

He strode over to you and sat on your dressing table. "The more I look at you the more I can't believe I'm with you. Are you really all mine?"

You nodded softly. "I am." You leaned up and kissed him. "I want to work together."

"Well, I've told the staff I refuse to work with anyone but you. So, you're my partner in ballet and personally for life."

You placed your hand on his thigh. "I want that as well. You and me."

He smiled. "Always."