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tofumedic · 3 years

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Bathym general HCs + Making a Pact

(is it still hcs if its ur oc?)

general headcanons

Bathym is based off of one the 72 demons that Solomon has a pact with! His interests (precious stones and plants) is based off of his small wiki page!

He lives with a roommate, he's usually in his home office turned basically greenhouse, it's messy but he knows each and every plant by name in order despite rotating their positions regularly for optimal "sun"

His scarf isn't as much to cover his face, but his neck. It is like a comfort item, if he's not wearing it he will have something else on like a turtleneck or high collar for example.

Bathym actually uses both he/she pronouns! He and him are just more common because of his physique but has confirmed to like either.

His highest confidants are Solomon and Asmodeus, the second started as one of the demons he had to meet regularly when summoned and enjoyed.

(This is probably because Bathym doesn't understand that constantly leaning into other's warmth and bumping their shoulders is affection and that he's quite prone to this which makes him clingy though accidentally. He's working on it but Asmo completely condones it which doesn't help the progress.)

He also gets along well with Barbatos though this is more as business associates, helping Barb grow tea blends.

He probably wouldn't do too bad with the other brothers if you made him hang out with them, probably getting along more with Mammon. He likes being able to share his gem collection with him.

His demon form gives him the addition of one horn similar to one of a unicorn and a tail that splits into two ends, both in an opal or agate look.

He is very protective, Asmo will gossip that one time this lower demon was trying to make business with Solomon while they were eating lunch together and there was this red glow in Bathym's eyes from over Solomon's shoulder.

His Devilgram user is Bthyme !!!!!

His body type for height and bulk is in between Beel and Lucifer

making a pact with bathym under cut!

Getting close to Bathym, likely meant you were trying to talk to Solomon and had met him by association. Perhaps even having seen his face previously on shopping trips or photos saved to Asmo's D.D.D., but now it had a name. And a tie to someone you knew which made networking with the random demon easier and more allowed that picking him at Madame Screams out of the blue.

And Solomon liked having you know people (demons) he knew, something that kept you close as well as making ties with ones he knew were safer instead of ones that were rude in RAD hallways. So when you had asked a question, that could simply get a much deeper perspective, you had received the number of Bathym. He in turn knew you were safe because of how Solomon and the other ones living in Purgatory Hall enjoyed you, your reputation was quite higher than just "good" and the times he would see you after introductions you had never seemed shady or wrong.

A relationship that started off with a question he knew quite personally, asking him about the difference of crystal clusters of the same precious stones based off of being grown underground as in Devildom or underground of the human realm. He enjoyed answering them too, even if your interest was superficial it was nice to openly express his honed knowledge, though he did prefer to speak to you personally instead of just texting, so he would ask to join you for a study "date" in a genuine way instead of some smooth flirt. Mainly because he knew his messages about his interests were always so bulky sometimes going past the character limit if he was passionate enough.

It would be a few months, him getting comfortable pushing his scarf from his face to smile at you or just talk without the slight muffle. Him being more conscious on trying not to lean too much into your space as if he was the same foliage that brushed him any time he used his door. He would plan for Diavolo's party, and in turn your party, he was actually quite high in the hierarchy as much as he brushed aside any idea of his level. But when he saw you in the yard by the lake making a pact with Belphie, he was more resigned. Even leaving earlier once you had started your personal celebrations with the brothers. After all, he had been invited to Diavolo's. Not yours.

For some time afterwards, Bathym would be close to wilting himself, yet devoted in a way his plants had never been so full of color, when you would ask to see him again for the first time since your welcome party. Something serious that Solomon had agreed with your opinion on that involved him, so he would let you into his room. Himself settled sitting on the edge of his bed, hands resting on his thighs to keep him from slouching too much after he had lowered the volume of the music for the ferns.

You had told him and showed the message chain between you and Solomon talking about making a pact with him, of your own agenda unknowing of Bathym's own request. It was a talk between you and the sorcerer specifically due to him being Bathym's fifth pact in history, the two being quite close.

Solomon had agreed that it was a good idea, Bathym was already quite good with his manners despite his accidental PDA and was a good protector if need be. Other than that he was an easy demon to get along with, and he had seemed to enjoy your company even to the point of seeking it out himself. A rarity, really.

His room was dark, sun lamps with the timers had been turned off for their alloted time for the day letting the plants experience a solid day and night cycle and only knowing light from his small desk lamp that kept his room dim but with hard edges visible. Dark though still and mainly green like a cavern heavy not only by the weighing rocks but its lichen as well. And at the end instead of a bear hidden for annual hibernation it was Bathym, eyes glowing with some reflective from the lamp pointing in his direction.

His voice was cold, gravelly in its tiredness, lower than usual as if putting up a vocal moat in defense of advances.

"Pacts aren't as easy as your brothers or Solomon make them out to be, what do you have to offer me when you have already given away something so prized?"

> hug him.

> give back gemstone.

You would have to walk up through the messes of various green and earth, with eyes watching your every step as your legs strained to make the muscles inside power through. Quiet other than your rustling. Quiet other than your heartbeat as you pulled him towards your chest to hug him, gently and just barely wrapping your arms around the back of his head, curling and soothing at pale blue hair to receive a small sigh muffled to your front with and reaching to stay at your side as if would fall like so many he knew.

"I know, I trust that you can handle it," said softer, seeping with something so internalized that pinpointing it as a specific emotion was irrationally angering.

Pulling back slightly, his head fell farther than the rest of him at first but eventually all of him had fallen to lay back on the rest of his bed, surprisingly clean and made but now with its blankets slightly jumbled by the weight on top. The hand on your side had intented to take you down with him, targeted, yet was loose enough you could pull away. It was something he had mirrored from how Solomon shows affection, irrelevant to the fact that you two now laid side by side. His forehead pressed to yours, eyes closed to take in the scene at a correct pace for him.

You tuck the braid and other loose hair that had fallen across his face behind his ear, the sight letting you see the slight smile he allowed that had been visible from his scarf pushed down in the fall.

"I agree to your pact. MC, know not only this gives you my power and strength but I entirely, will be yours as well."

#his room mate is named murmur which is an old demon oc i used to have in case its important to anyone #basically making a pact with bathym : howls brooding arc #tofus bathym tag bby!#tofus ocs!#tofus blurbs!#obey me oc #om oc #obey me original character #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons

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loth-wolffe · 3 years

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Hi! I would like to put a request in for the pairing if that's alright

My names Crystal. My hobbies are drawing, hunting, and fishing. I LOVE Star Wars, Marvel, and horror movies

I'm not really sure how to describe my personality, but I'm an extrovert, I love to talk to people, a great listener, I love to cheer people up. I'm also sassy and kinda a smartass (according to my family)

The 3 clones I really simp for are Hunter, Rex, and Wolffe. I would love to have one of them, but I'm open to being paired with someone else if you find a better match🥰❤

I hope this is enough info on me. I'm really excited to see what you come up with. I heard about you from my friend. She made a request, and she said it was AMAZING so I had to put in a request. Thank you so so so much!!! Have a lovely day!🥰❤❤❤💖💖

so I'm uhhhh,,, crying a fucking river? like dude. crystal my darling. how am I nOT supposed to ugly sob when u tell me tHAT YOU HEARD ABOUT ME FROM A FRIEND AND SHE TOLD U IT WAS AMAZING AND- *explodes*

this made my entire life. u guys talk about mE???? i- woah. im gonna go and silently cry for the next couple of days don't mind me.

edit: this took me like. forever and I'm sorry but just so you know that ur ask still makes me cry to this day bc that's some really sweet thing to say okay.

aNYWAYS!!! thank you so much for ur kind words, and like. i know you literally gave me ur top 3 favest clones and listen. I'm here to be at ur service like. at this very moment. but like. hear this.

crosshair

and I don't know if u like him??? bc i was kind of stalking u bc there are folks out here that doesn't like cross and that's cool and I didn't want to pair u with someone u don't like but anyways. i didn't find info so I'm just gonna go with it. (if u don't like it u can totally tell me that's fine and I can come up another ship)

SO CROSSHAIR !

well I think u guys would match for like 927372 reasons, mostly because you would complement each other sO much.

like u know those memes that were like "relationships are 50/50. i do this while they do that." and that would be yOU.

i mean. u know when you said you like hunting the first thing thought was HUNTER and I bet we all did but hunter is a leader, and i think hunting with him wouldn't be tHAT fun bc he'd want to do f everything and no.

sweet cross on the other side, i think he would let you do yOur thing, staying behind as you do the tracking, soft smile on his face bc you're on your element, and he'd be silently melting into a puddle when you go "hey wait look at that" and see something he saw from miles away but wouldn't tell you bc this is your thing you know.

and you know I think extroverts + introverts are like the perfect couple bc it's very well balanced. like, you can take him away from his comfort zone from times to times, pushing him to give this small step towards something cool and fun but he can also show you the pleasantries of the Introverts™ like maybe staying in and having a good time while playing sabacc, making some food, dancing around the living room. u know. cool stuff too.

AND YOU KNOW !!! sassy and a smartass that's like. crosshair by all means. you guys would sass each other and make these smartass remarks that could last forever and it probably ends in heavy make out sessions just to shut the other up. (the batch HATES when you do that tho.)

also ??? I feel like crosshair would like horror movies as well??? like. he lOves them and probably is trash for slashers but the boys almost never wants to watch those movies bc wrecker gets a bit uneasy and and a bit jumpy for the next week.

SO YEAH. watching horror movies is yOUr thing definitely, and he's always like "predictable" and he laughs if you ever get scared, hugging you close and holding your hand.

AND !!! FISHING !!! OMG

so. i don't think clones know fishing is an actual thing. everyone's too busy and no one knows about what civvies do for fun besides the obvious.

and there's this one time you take crosshair with you to this lake not so far from where you landed, and he tries to look all pissed off because he doesn't want to go and it's a waste of time but he loves you and he would do ANYTHING for you.

so you're sitting on some rocks or BETTER YET !! you're on this lil boat, sitting side to side, he's on your left, shoulders almost touching. and he steals some lil glances of you from time to time.

and the last rays of sun shine bright on the water, reflecting the warmth of the sky that turns from light blue to dark orange, and the clouds litter across the vast pastels of up above. crosshair can see the few insects that had come for supper, as you had said on your way there, he hears a fish jump to catch one and the little waves it makes make the sunset glitch.

"are you liking this so far?"

crosshair thinks for a second, but still there's not much to think about. he finds himself actually adoring the calm and quietness fishing brings, and he takes a small look at your profile, looking like glowing, and there's this feeling that swells on his chest.

"yeah," he says, eyes falling back to his hands on the handle, and he pulls at the rod a bit like you taught him, "I suppose."

always dismissive, hiding whatever that could give away he's more than just the walls he put around him.

you hum, nodding, sparing a smile to him without his knowledge and that's that.

the only sound is the one the fish do when they jump and land back on the depth of the lake, a few insects and the flow of the water, there's the smallest of cascades not so far from where you are and he feels strangely like home.

maybe it's because you are there, too.

you begin to sing, a soft murmur that envelopes him like a warm blanket, and he can't hold back the grin that appears on his lips.

home is not a place, he knows. it's you, wherever you take him.

#ari answers #ship games #thank u so much for asking my love

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21u004 · 3 years

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it's okay, i'll try / kuroo tetsuro + tsukishima kei / january 8th, 2021

everytime kuroo tetsuro sees stars that glitter the night skies, he’s reminded of peace, of love, of you.

even if the speckles of light only appear inside his mind in broad daylight, he still thinks of you, stiller than the trees that loom and sway above and around you, his eyes looking away from the ripples of the endless lake that dully reflected the stars in the sky and onto you.

red sits at the tip of your nose and by the apples of your cheeks, and a smile you’ve unconsciously kept up for too long becomes numb that you don’t notice it, too lost in the cold and also the warmth, the dark and also the light, his fingers that graze gently on the back of your palm where the ghost of his lips lingers.

tetsuro knows you think of him when you see the sun. despite the pitch black of his hair that stood out even more under the sun, the caramel in his eyes tell you stories of trips to beaches during summer, his melanin skin tell you about sunbathing and tans, his voice talks to you about melted and dripping ice cream, comparable to you under his fingertips and his lips whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

his breath tickles you the same way the grass touch your feet, and when he told you “i love you” for the first time, both of you were living in spring even in winter. the flowers bloom under the sun like your cheeks blossom when he says it. the sun becomes gentle but brighter when you say it back, and there’s nothing but a field of grass and a garden of flowers where you two meet, and the stars along with the sun shine bright. it’s day and night at the same time, but it’s not the stars and the sun that form an eclipse, it was the sun and the moon.

when kuroo tetsuro sees the sun, he remembers you.

like dawn when the light leaks after the darkness that the moon attempted to light the horizon, he comes to the realization that you were the bright ball of light that luminated every single corner of the world that you see instead of the few dots of white in the dark that was mostly invisible to the naked eye.

it feels right to learn this, and even though he’ll never get to use it in any part of his life unless he authored a book of summers with you, you that felt like summer in every season, you that radiated warmth in every cold crevice of his body, he keeps it in mind, and memorizes it until it’s the only thing on his mind for minutes to hours daily.

the stars were cold and unseen most of the time, miles away from where his feet were planted. the sun glowed miles away from where his feet were planted, still, it was warm and always watched over him and half of the world.

the sun doesn’t always shine on him, and tetsuro learns that when he sees an eclipse.

when he sees your ring finger occupied, there’s an urge in him to lift it to his lips and give it a kiss, but he doesn’t, because the moon stands between the earth and the sun, and the world grows dim.

kuroo figures that he’s never getting close to the sun, the distance between him and you fixed, unlike tsukishima kei that gets a chance to be get closer, not mattering if the moon collides with the sun.

and it does collide, and when the moon and sun seizes to exist yet isn’t non-existent, time unbecomes and the earth loses its source of light, and soon everything’s ending yet also beginning.

before kuroo tetsuro knows it, he finds himself waking in a world where the eclipse lasts forever.

he knows he’ll go blind.

he looks anyway.

hi super embarrassed rn but i mean there's been worse @neoheros also kinda sorry for giving ur PARAMOUR angst

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #unedited #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsuro x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #karasuno #nekoma

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livlepretre · 4 years

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tysm for all ur FE updates!!! i'm really excited for elijah's introduction in this dynamic. i feel like he's just as acquainted with elena's morally complex nature as klaus's since, after all, he was the first one she ever lured in and daggered (call-back to that scene was GREAT btw). i'm just curious how you view elena/elijah's dynamic vs. klaus/elena's, even outside the scope of the fic, esp since they've had more canon interactios

This is an ask after my own heart, nonny!

This is such an interesting question-- it’s true that Elijah and Elena have a lot more canon interactions to work with, although the Klaus and Elena interactions we DO have in canon are so ripe and explosive that it lends itself to a lot of speculation.

So, here are my thoughts:

Elena/Elijah: Elena and Elijah both operate under the false assumption that they’re both honorable people. In fact, all of the trust they build together in season 2 is based on this idea, with both of them going to great lengths to negotiate and prove themselves to the other. They both think they’re being extremely honest with the other-- the deal they make in 2x11 utterly fascinates me, because Elijah honestly asks Elena to die as her part of the deal, and she agrees??? It doesn’t sound like he tried to hide that from her at all. Now, Elena DOES dagger him, but she also proves herself to him later and is able to account for her actions. All of that combined with the insane levels of attraction between them (WHEN HE SMELLS HER AND THEN GIVES HER THAT LITTLE WAVE IN 2x08????) make for really captivating television. There’s also a lot of interesting framing going on with the camera angles-- if you look back at it, notice how often Elena is shown in mirror reflections during her early scenes with Elijah-- all the time. What a great call back to how he sees her not just as herself, but as her role as the doppelganger. I do think he BEGINS to see her as herself as he gets to know her, especially by 2x19, but that takes time.

Well. The crux of it all is that Elena goes through with her side of the deal-- the deal on which their entire relationship is based-- going to her death, losing her aunt whom Elijah fails to protect-- even though doing so was HIS part of the bargain-- and then Elijah is the one who breaks his word when he decides not to kill Klaus. This is the first sign we have that actually Elijah isn’t honorable at all; he thinks that he is, but really, he’s as selfish as his siblings. I don’t really think Elena ever forgives him for this. We see in season 3 that she still really is attracted to Elijah, and that she can’t quite help but be drawn in by him, but she never allows herself to really put herself in his hands again. She might feel bad about conspiring to kill him with the rest of his family in 3x14 and 3x15... but she also doesn’t hesitate. And she doesn’t exactly confess what she’s done, either. She just gets caught. I also don’t think that Elijah’s letter to her did anything to smooth over the wreck they’d made of their relationship/unspoken attraction to each other. The way Elena recites it back to him in season 4 says it all about how much she dwelled on his words, but it also implies that she’s still hurt and angry about it all all of that time later. I think she had this really powerful, idealized image of Elijah, and her disillusionment with him is profound.

Meanwhile, Elena is also on a path throughout seasons 2 & 3 of discovering that she’s not who she thought she’d grow up to be. She is definitely more honorable than Elijah when they meet, and she means to keep her word. But Elena’s story is that she’s an orphan with no parental/mentor guidance influencing her in a positive and moral way; instead, she has a 26 year old aunt who means well but is totally in the dark about what’s really going on and pretty much in over her head, and maybe Alaric, who shouldn’t count as a good influence because, well, look at his life, look at his choices. And she has the Salvatores. The greatest influences upon her. Damon has the greatest part in tipping her away from the straight and narrow path, to getting her sense of right and wrong to slowly unravel until she gets to a place such as 2x05, when she watches Damon eat the deputies and she doesn’t bat an eyelash (how far she’s come from 1x07 when she slapped Damon and called him out!). I MORE than suspect that the infamous Elijah-daggering at the lake house was a Damon/Elena collaboration. But even Stefan, who the show frames as so stalwart and honorable, is still a terrifying vampire with ultimately little concern for human life. He still hurts people off and on throughout seasons 1 & 2, or doesn’t particularly have a problem with it when Damon does. I mean, do you see Stefan crying over what Damon did to Caroline in season 1? It’s inconceivable from a human view point. But that’s the point. They’re not human, and they’re the greatest influences in Elena’s life. No small part of Bonnie’s horror with the Salvatores is because she watches Elena slowly turn down this dark path with those two leading Elena by the hand-- human Elena, who should never cross through the veil into the shadow.

She’s still in the process of straying from that path-- from her honorable self-- when Elijah meets her. By the time they encounter each other in season 3, she’s already left all of that behind. She stabs people in the back when they trust her. She negotiates and gives her word only to double cross as soon as the moment is right, and she doesn’t seem to lose very much sleep over it. Elijah’s issue is that he cannot see that in Elena-- he wants to see her as who she was when he met her-- who Katerina and probably who Tatia was-- as a miracle that he desires but doesn’t quite dare to touch-- but he is incapable of seeing that his betrayal of her at the sacrifice was probably the last straw that killed whatever innocence was left in Elena.

I think the attraction and the yearning is always going to be there between them, but it’s so embittered, especially from Elena’s point of view, that it’s hard to say whether they would be able to work past that unless Elijah suddenly learned some actual introspection skills.

Elena/Klaus: I’ve had to think a while about this dynamic to answer the question of how this relationship is as directly compared to Elena/Elijah. Obviously they both have the history and repetition element, of the dead lover whose face keeps reiterating through time-- what a dreadful and terrifying idea, honestly. Except where Elijah is almost afraid to even touch Elena (he SO desires her, but never ever acts on it), Klaus touches Elena all. the. time. There’s a real possessiveness to his relationship with her-- notice how he holds her as he devours her; how during the Reckoning he’s always physically close to her, leaning into her space, touching her-- whereas Elijah really physically backs off from Elena when he confirms her identity, Klaus comes closer.

This is interesting because I’ve realized in thinking about this relationship, and what Klaus and Elena potentially have in common, that what they really share is their isolation-- their loneliness. Klaus explicitly states that this is why he desires Elena-- to make hybrids, so he won’t be alone anymore (Rebekah mocks him for it, but there it is). Elena, meanwhile, is at her most alone in season 3-- everyone walks away from her there, for reasons she has no control over. This is never really used as a point to bring them together as characters, but I find it really interesting as a possibility for connection.

Another thing that really interests me is that Elena often tries to negotiate with Klaus the way she would with Elijah-- and mostly, it fails spectacularly. Klaus recognizes in Elena that she is a schemer and a liar-- because he is too. What’s fascinating though is that, just like Elijah, he tends to treat her as an equal in these conversations-- even if he doesn’t want to play. He doesn’t tend to treat with the other characters in this way, and that gives Elena an intriguingly special status there.

In canon we really don’t have a ton to work with to talk about the Klaus/Elena dynamic-- it’s all potential. The idea of fate being so strong and impossible to avoid-- that in that sense, they’re almost warped soul mates?; the powerful fire imagery surrounding them (the only time Elena’s elemental coding switches from water to fire is with Klaus); the chemistry and attraction that bubbled over in all of their scenes, especially in the early days; the fact that she is just so constantly challenging him and wrecking him at every turn? Klaus’s big problem is that no one is his equal, and yet... here is Elena. Human Elena, whose reasoning is as warped as Klaus’s by season 3, who somehow keeps scrambling up to play against Original vampires and witches and all sorts of creatures who should be able to crush her and yet, she keeps besting them. That’s some potent stuff to work with. I tend to think that at the end of the day, Klaus actually understands Elena much better than Elijah did, because his view of her isn’t really muddied by idealism and instead really takes into account her more tarnished nature. My only regret is that the showrunners obviously feared ever really exploring Klaus x Elena x Elijah (EVEN THOUGH THEY COMPLETELY SET IT UP) because they felt that Stefan x Elena x Damon was already as much as the show could handle (it wasn’t-- we should have done both, obviously).

#anonymous #elena gilbert #elejah #klena #tvd meta #klaulena

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tenecity · 6 years

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from haters to lovers; zhu zhengting

from haters to lovers—a series where nine percent and you have the cliche, typical love story

warning: mentions of gender discrimnation

sosososososososo after much procrastination, crying and cracking my head, i finally got someth to possibly hate abt zzt hell yes god

also! taking into consideration tt china is still a v much conservative society, gender discrimnation is everywhere and rlly, as of yet, cant b helped

so which is why, imagine ure a chinese woman you found it weird, almost distasteful that a boy would be in yr dance class

i mean, guys are suppose to be strong people, doing more physical stuff like wushu or smth, and then there’s this boy here, doing pointe and perfect turns

“zhu zhengting is here!!!! oml doesn’t he look like a fairy?” your best friend tugs your sleeve as she discreetly point to the said boy. you roll your eyes. youre tired of this whole rave about him. literally, the entire class fangirls abt him; and apparently, it is not just for his looks, for also for his dance

spsjssjnsnsbs hE IS SO ELEGANT

you wld nvr admit it, but ok i guess ure borderline jealous.

i mean, his lines r clean, force controlled in his movements, perfect timing for rushed movements and then he slows down with such grace that you will never have

but its still irks you, that a boy should dance so softly and gracefully. doesn’t seem to sit well with your traditional thinking

so anyway, sidenote! you suck at turns wowww so coincidental

and every lesson, you usually would stay back just to practice it and you always end up with bruises and what nots as you fall repeatedly, no one there to catch you when you fall

somehow, zhengting stays back today as well, rehearsing his main role in the upcoming performance, “swan lake”

and you can’t keep your eyes off his figure

it is mesmerising, how he can convey emotions, feelings, an entire story, through mere movements of the arms and legs. you observe how his every move is calculated, strength justttt the right amount that it looks elegant instead of overly powerful.

and then you stare at the mirror and you sigh. probably why you only got a minor role in the performance.

shaking your head, trying to push all those nonsensical thoughts out of your brain, you continue trying to turn, but you just can’t find the balance

yixing: balance baLanCe bALANCE

once again, your arms aren’t fully stretched out and it creates an imbalance, causing you to once again, fall backwards, out of turn

you shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact

but it doesn’t come

surprise surprise

eyelids fluttering open slowly, you realise just how close your are to zhengting, his ragged breath from his exhausting rehearsal fan across your face, inevitably making them the colour of cherries.

“you ok?” he softly asks, as he lowers you down.

“...yea im fine.” you mumble, head bowed.

“....do you need help with the turns?”

“....”

“you know, you’re almost there. its just the part at the 180 degree mark, where you have to pull in your hands. your arms don’t always cross, or are pulled in too fast, which breaks your flow and speed and causes you to fall out of turn.”

how does he know? bc he has been looking at you, dumbass

also i hve no idea how accurate this is i suck at body anatomy

you nod slowly. he makes sense. and its true, you always fall when you are just about to spin to the opposite side.

getting up, your arms are poised, ready to try again.

andddd they become frigid as hands land on your middle, firm and supportive.

“look, its not even straight here. you need it to be 90 degrees here, before you can even start turning.” he adjusts you accordingly.

“im going to spin you slowly, and we try to perfect each section, ok?”

he spins you slowly, your arms closing in in slow motion. he corrects you at certain parts, one hand leaving your waist as he repositions yr arm.

and now, ure facing him, head bowed as a flush colours your cheeks when u realise how close the two of u r. a slight movement will just allow yr lips to brush against his.

but of course his hand is steady as hell and he just turns you slowly and you face the other direction

which, makes ur stomach churn and disappointment flows thru u????

so skipskip next scene

its after class and ure packing up when u hear some commotion at the corridor

n u follow ur busybody classmates

u can barely see who is shouting bc u a cute shortie :)

but u recognise the voice

"NO i'm staying dad. this is what i want to do."

"No, no, no. teacher, im v sorry, but i will like to pull my son out of this dance class now. i will pay the rest of the fees, but he will not be performing that stupid recital-”

“i am performing, dad.” the voice is calm and collected and you try to tiptoe, just barely catching sight of the brown locks

“no u r not. zhu zhengting, u r a boy, u cannot do this kind of girly things! it makes u look v 娘* do you know that? a disgrace, an utter disgrace!”

the voice rings as everyone falls silent, heads turning towards zhengting, waiting for his response to the harsh comment.

“i will prove to you that there is nothing to be ashamed of.” he quietly says, bowing and turning his heel, head held high, with no sign of regret or disappointment

as you watch the figure go, everything falls together like pieces of a puzzle

why he works so hard

why when it already seems perfect enuf, he still practices, saying there is still space for improvement

why he was so desperate to get the main role

he wanted to b in the spotlight and give a flawless performance bc he wanted to prove to his father, that boys dont have to b restrained to a singular activity and stereotype. they can do whatever they want, so long as they like it

guilt washes over u as u watch his father storm after his son, realising that this man is a reflection of you

new found respect is the word u will use on zhengting.

everyone applauds him. an art form shld never be restricted to a gender.

ur heart opens up to him more, and admiration for him blooms as u watch him place high expectations on himself, doing a particular move over and over again, even tho in your eyes, it alr seems perfect enuf

just like how he is to you; perfect and flawless

its addicting to watch him. his pale arms, his clean movements, his strong legs, his silky brown locks, the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about dance, the way the edges crinkle when he laughs, the way he is so bubbly about everything.

and he starts to take notice of you too, helping you to readjust properly, telling you tricks and tips on how to keep perfect balance, how to put the correct about of strength into a movement.

for the next few weeks, you end up gg hme later than usual, staying bck with more than an hour just to spend time with him, and not gg to lie, you r falling for him

but... you kinda don’t rlly knw i mean

he’s nice to everyone

what makes you so special?

anywayyyyyyy

FINALLY RECITAL DAY WOOHOO

everyone’s pretty hyped about it

but u knw the main dancers will be extremely nervous and u decide to go find zhengting in his dressing room, just to give him assurance, if he needs any.

“zhengting?”

“hmmm?” he says (???) as he turns around and oMLORD JESUS CHRIST IS HE A BEAUT

the eyeshadow makes him look sultry, the foundation emphasising how his skin is flawless and hydrated, his eyebrows strong and dark, a true prince indeed

he snaps his fingers, pulling u out of yr trance. “did you want to say anything?” u hear a hint of hope and u almost smirk

“uh...you look good? and good luck.” you mumble, tripping over your words, unused to a god-like creature looking at u with such intensity in his dark eyes

“what did you say?” he teases, cheekiness flowing through his words

“i said,” you clear your throat. “you look good and good luck for your performance

how you wish to wipe that smirk off that face, if not for the fact that u secretly find it EXTREMELY HOT and your cheeks are flaring red at the sight of it.

“if u want to wish me good luck,” he leans forward. flirtatious. “how about a kiss on the cheek?”

you roll your eyes and try to push him away but he is quick to grab your hands and stop them midway, intertwining your cold, clammy ones with his own.

“please?”

“fine,” you try to sound nonchalant but the nervousness is so evident that u see the smirk creeping up his face again.

lips barely brush over the smooth skin and you pull away, blood surging upwards into the blood vessels of your face.

“bye,” you want nothing more than to dig a hole and hide your burning face

“see you afterwards?”

but u’ve already rushed out and he chuckles to himself, warmth oozing thru his being, and his cheeks flush as he thinks about the kiss you give him.

he will definitely have to find you later to give you a proper one ;)

you guys wld b cute buBS UWU

my endings suck dbhasdjbfhjdbkjf

#i gave up on the three parts #i just let this flow

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lightbit · 7 years

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weird dreams last night, one that involved my girlfriend and one ive had before

its funny how the contents of dreams just slip out of ur grasp like sand but i do remember some details:

in the first one me and my girl were on a date, just clowning around some forested, wood-and-glass, multi-storied place. eventually though she decided she wanted to find something, so we went ahead and tried. she got more and more frustrated by not finding the thing and also with me, and weird shit started going wrong -- we were in an elevator, for instance, small talking with some couple, when the bottom of it fell out and we were clinging to an edge in the wall (which really doesnt make any sense, we all should have just fallen and died then). human-sized animals started getting in our way -- particularly frogs -- and it got more and more crowded until i lost her and couldn’t find her. i got the sense that was by design, so i left her to her own shit and sat and waited. then i got kicked out. so ended that part of the dream

(i clearly need to do some reflection about my life right now sdlkfjsdfj;asfklgh)

so it turns out i had these flying boots on, basically like hermes’s shoes but without the wings, and one side was starting to give out. the frogs shoved me out of the upper stories so i had to use them -- my little brother (???) was out waiting for me, happy to see me. (i also at this point was a little boy in a leather hat?) he was at the bottom of the building and without any rocket shoes.

the outside world was apocalyptic, almost, with these large, rotting treehouses, ENORMOUS trees, and this dark brown wet swamp-type environment which smelled of decay. so i picked up my little brother and we few from treehouse to treehouse, trying to find a suitable place to camp the night. the treehouses got taller and taller, and we found more and more people, and they got angry. so eventually we flew up into the clouds to try and find something from a birds eye view.

turns out there was this floating, abandoned estate in the sky. we went inside, and really the only thing i can describe now is that it was like a mass tomb. there were places to live and we were safe, dry, and alone, but the place had graves and was sort of falling apart, so we couldn’t stand to live there. as we were leaving, my brother and i got caught by this woman with a police car and flying shoes. i got put on a ship with my (actual, waking-world) family, my shoes got taken, and he disappeared.

we were trapped inside of this weird, cursed place, with magic and a huge lake. the boat was comfortable enough and had pretty much all we needed, we could get off and ‘enjoy’ the shore, everyone was drinking and smoking, but we worked as a cruise resort, sort of, so it wasn’t really a home. we kept getting cursed by the customers.

dream ended with my cousin cursing my sister. i walked into her quarters and heard this weird gurlging hissing sound, didn’t even see her. then i woke up

#spaghetti talk #weird dreamsssssssssssss

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