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#i danced in heels
still-got-no-idea · 10 months
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Yoooo i’m back home
After a while
It was fun :D
I also got to keep some balloons :D
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zaxal · 6 months
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look at me. look me in the eyes.
at the bandstand crowley says "let's run away to alpha centauri together [implied: let earth be destroyed by armageddon and the great war, but at least We'll Be Together]"
and aziraphale says "i can fix this, i just have to talk to the right person, everything can go back to the way it was [implied: this is not ideal, but at least everything won't be destroyed, and if god steps in and says 'This Is Not The Plan, The Rest Of You Are Wrong And Aziraphale Is Right,' we won't be punished for stepping in.]"
and crowley says "well im going with or without you [implied: this is the end of our longstanding dynamic unless you change your mind]" and aziraphale says "ok, then go [implied: you no longer have obligations towards me, i don't expect you to save me this time.]"
they have this exact same conversation on the street, when aziraphale says "i forgive you." whatever happens next is not crowley's fault. he's willing to carry it all alone. he is SO prepared to do this that he's Shocked to find out crowley is still on earth after he's been discorporated.
and at the end of s2, we have crowley going "let's run away, we can be together, im willing to admit to the full breadth of what i want to have with you [implied: the earth will be destroyed]"
and aziraphale says, in more words, "we can fix this. you're right; talking isn't enough, we can take over, we can take action, AND we can be together. [implied: this is not ideal, but we can stop it, we can be together, we can Show them that we're right and there's a different choice they can make and if we're in a position of power, what could they do to us?]"
and crowley says "well i'm not going [implied: this is the end of our longstanding dynamic unless you change your mind]"
and aziraphale says "i forgive you [implied: you no longer have obligations towards me. i don't expect you to save me. whatever happens to me is not your fault. i'll carry everything alone.]"
it's the SAME conversation, and aziraphale is not the only one repeating the same lines and refusing to adjust his worldview to account for the changes in their relationship and the material realities of what their action or inaction would bring about.
they are both right. they are both wrong. they are both hurting because they never talked until there was 5 minutes left on the clock and not enough time to sort all of their shit out. there could have been a compromise; they didn't have enough time to reach it, so it's all desperation and emotions and discovering that, oh shit, we should've had a real conversation at some point in the last four years.
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starjammin · 1 year
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We can dance if you want to. I know it’s your favorite song.
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daily-hanamura · 8 months
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monsterfloofs · 2 months
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Demon (No name yet?) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)
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You sold your soul. The thought never even crossed your mind until the day when travesty came to your loved ones. You knew there were rumors of people selling their most sacred self for many things, fame, fortune, beauty, yet you yourself traded for a different price.
To rework the damage of time, of events you could never be able to mend without help. You had tried to make peace with what transpired, but couldn't bear it. Thus you had decided your life was unliveable. What good was a soul if your heart was splintered into fragments. What good was a soul to a being that no longer wished to live without those who made life worth living? To rewrite the threads of fate bore a heavy price, and you could never see your other loved ones again. It was a cruel price, but one you gladly took.
Remembering the flash of bright pearlescent teeth, almost glowing in the dark. Turning with fear as a light bloomed into existence, the bright had burned your eyes. You pressed your fingers to your eyes as you ground tilted under your fit. As if the very ground had become a swarm of writhing snakes.
You had been prepared for the worst. You were ready to suffer ten-fold for your wish to abuse the hands of fate. Yet perhaps it was one last glimmer of luck, that your benefactor themselves ended up being an oddity. Dressing you up like a pompous porcelain doll and parading you around as if you were some kind of priceless luxury.
You examined your reflection in the mirror, tilting your head up to look at the dark lace like marks that encircled your neck. Fingertips smoothing over warm skin, digging your thumbnail against one of the elegant swirls and scratching at it. It was, no use of course, you had tried all sorts of ways to remove it. Your stare into your eyes instead, trying to read the expression on your own face.
Then a bell tinkled and you looked over your shoulder, before begrudgingly slouching out of the large baroque restroom in your private suite. The bell ment tea time and the first tea time of the month could only mean one thing. You dreaded the new clothes that would have to endure. They were usually poofy, with enough ruffles that you had entertained the idea of pulling them all off and using them as a rope to escape out the window. Seeing a prettily wrapped parcel on your bed you could only sigh.
It was cruel and unusual torment, yet considering how you had thought your new life was going to be. . . it was better in spades compared to that. You gingerly pull apart the bow, and open the box. Feeling your face sag as you lift up the garment. Well. . . it's. . . certainly.
Something.
Something as in, you felt like a pink profiterole as you waddled to the parlor. If the pants were any poofier perhaps you could use them to make a hot air balloon.
You sat with your hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window. Home, they had insisted you call this new world. Yet it felt like a gilded cage. No matter how pretty, how decorated the iron was, they were still bars. Your guard had been down, mind wandering as you stared out the window. You hadn't noticed the shadow looming over you until it was too late.
A clawed hand reaches over and gently pinches your cheek, which makes you scrunch up your nose and shake your head.
"Look at you!" They squealed, tail lashing back and forth. "Perfect, perfect, you are absolutely darling!"
They acted with an air of an overly affectionate aunt, and it was truly the most bizarre experience.
They clapped their hands. "I want to see all of it!"
With the air of a waterlogged cat trying to reclaim their dignity you stood slowly. Watching as they make a dramatic show of looking you up and down before spinning a perfect clawed finger.
"Do a little turn for me? Oh pretty please with a cherry on top?"
S i g h.
You turn on your heel slowly, lip jut in a pout, holding your arms out at your sides. You arms fall to your sides as your finish your and wait for further instructions. their hands clasped to their cheek and staring at you with something like tears in their eyes.
"You are just so scrumptious! OOH I could just eat you up!!"
You remember being terrified when they first said that, but now you blink mildly and politely sit back down.
They tap a fingernail against their sharp teeth, "I will have to plan. . . for next month maybe something in lilac yes. . ."
You take a deep breath, well, you told yourself you would ask, it's now or never.
"My liege. . ." You swallow thickly, "Perhaps I could. . . pick the design this time?"
You wait for the atmosphere to change waiting for the floor to drop out and you to fall into a fiery hell pit.
When you peek at them they look more like they want to cry.
"Really?"
You guiltily look at the tiered pastry tray "If it wouldn't be too much tro-" The last word gone as they fling their arms around you.
"Aaaaaa!!" They shrill, "Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my lil cream puff, my lil cupcake you can have whatever you would like!"
Your eyes wide as you are rocked back and forth. It's getting hard to breathe. "M-my leige-" You wheeze, patting their back urgently.
"I was hoping and hoping you would ask I–" They drop you immediately, taking a step away with their hands held behind their back. "O-oh yes. Of course, touching, you don't like that whole invasion of personal space" They twitter nervously tugging at their collar with a finger. "Whoopsie, w-won't happen again!"
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frollofracker · 9 months
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when you let Esmeralda escape
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fisheito · 3 months
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my princess nonsense is being encouraged watch ouyt imabout to be eneaabled
OK WHATF ATHAT'S SO CUTE I HAD TO MAKE IT i know realistically there's little to no chance that rei DOESN'T know how to work heels 🤣 BUT IMAGINE.....ING.... YAKUMO GENTLY GUIDING REI IN HEELS, WEEKS BEFORE THE BIG GALA AND HAVING NONE OF HIS NORMAL FEAR OF PHYSICAL TOUCH BC HIS [TEACHER MODE] IS OVERRIDING HIS INSECURITY
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#rei looking directly at the camera like why are you subjecting me to this. i do not need any of this. i know how to do it#rei wearing stilettos the size of your head so he becomes ur very tall bird goth gf#you know how yakumo gets when he instructs someone on how to cook something#he becomes confident and just tells ppl how to do stuff without his usual amount of stutter and secondguessing#i'm gonna pretend that after his stiletto training in misty vale he gains a TINY MOLECULE of confidence due to experience#like [i can help you if you've never done it before?]#honestly i can't imagine this scenario happening because i am so SURE that rei can walk in heels HAHAHA even tho nothing has proven that#SOMETHING COME PROVE ME WRONG SO MY DELUSIONS CAN SLIDE CLOSER TO POSSIBILITY#anyway even if rei didn't know how to wear heels#would he ever mention it? would yakumo ever learn of it?#rei would probably be all . i don't need to wear heels. they can't even see them under the dress. i'll wear my practical shoes#but if he can't get away with that and will be forced to wear heels at the party...#maybe he'll go [meh. i'll figure it out] and just not wear them until the day of the dance#at which point his feet will hurt after 20 minutes and for the whole night he takes any chance to sit down#rei can be frequently spotted on SOME surface SOMEWHERE in the palace. sitting all splayed out and uncaring of propriety#because he is in PAIN and these shoes are STUPID and why do people wear them for ANYTHING . Royals are so IMPRACTICAL#yakumo keeps trying to avoid heels for the dance because he doesn't want to be any taller than he already is#i bet there's a full convo about it between him and eiden#eiden trying to reassure him that if he wants to wear heels then he shouldn't let others' perception stop him from doing so#but if he genuinely doesn't want to wear them then that's ok too#eiden craning his neck up at yakumo in heels like you're my pretty princess 1-2 heads taller than me your height doesn't matter 🥰#i'm now torn. yakumo and rei both wearing heels now? in order to stay at similar heights?#or. rei starting out with heels. getting tired of them. going barefoot for the rest of the night lol#yakumo and rei still dancing in their ballgowns together but a much shorter rei leads a yakumo in heels#yes. yes this is the vision#yakumo#rei#yakurei#replies
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lynne-monstr · 4 months
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expectation: a ruthless and cold-hearted onmyoji reality: his kink is kind, caring men
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nikonuee · 3 months
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Absolute tragedy has struck, Lads. A fic I used to love has been deleted, and I didn't download it
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kieshartzishere · 15 days
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"Average person has glass embedded in their body 2 times in their lifetime" factoid is actually just a statistical error, averag person has glass embedded in their body 0 times in their lifetime. OP, who finds randomly gets glass (or someyimes ceramic) in their skin 4 times a year and has successfully pulled them all out of their body no matter the number or size by themselves, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
Can I NOT be Glass Georg world.
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mofffun · 10 months
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Idol Rita.
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jeysuso · 7 months
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#they were tag team champs for a reason
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http-byler · 2 years
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Mike & Will take Prom 1989 <3
doodle request from the lovely @loverofartandgaypeople <3
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Honestly wild how Grell uses 「俺」 to refer to herself while in disguise as Madam Red's butler. Like...honey...good effort! But nobody's gonna believe you actually use masculine pronouns on a daily basis!
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dol-dee · 2 months
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I Have to keep reminding myself that Avery is a just as shitty experience (and person( as other npcs, since as a player, who’s always in control, they’ve been a purely positive encounter for me.
She only pops up once a week and throws a bunch of cash at you for a relatively small chunk of game time. An incredible W for what’s really easy money.
But if I actually consider what that would entail, then yeah jfc.
She literally clocks a vulnerable person in a school uniform, presents herself as charming, helpful and kind and proceeds to take them out for coffee. To groom them into her sugar baby (AND THEN ASKS THIS POOR FUCKING ORPHANED STUDENT TO GET THEMSELF CLEANED UP FOR A DATE??? AVERY HAVE YOU CHECKED THE AMOUNT OF MONEY THOSE CLOTHES COST??)
(honestly I feel like you could jack up Avery’s encounter difficulty just by them gaining rage or commenting on your clothes/maybe even breaking off the date if you wear the same outfit too many times , although that would also mean they’d have to add more formal clothes into the game)
She gets upset as soon as you don’t play into her expectations (wants you to drink but god forbid if you want to eat smth of substance and not a shitty salad, while she gets the fancy ass fish soup with gold flakes. Literally gets miffed about you taking the lead when dancing, even if it makes her look better)
Expects you to give her your attention and energy, to uphold the facade, to appear interested and invested without having to actually engage with another human being (except for a surface level like: what the fuck is wrong with her to actually ask the player how their school grades are?? Insane)
(honestly Avery, babes, beloved , you’re expecting a lot from a - checks game - canonically 16 whoops, I mean 18 year old. I don’t know the rates of professional escorts but I feel like you might be underpaying you sugar babies lmao)
Not to mention all of the skills and energy you’d need. I’m getting tired just thinking about it. You’d need to be able to read people, be well spoken, decent at acting or lying, either be charismatic and charming or confident enough to make that aloof thing work for you. Confident in your looks/body/make up skills, experienced to a degree in sex and be able to dance?…. Avery you’re DEFINITELY underpaying those sugar babies fnfnfn
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solitarelee · 3 months
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Ways in Which I am Simultaneously Clumsy and Acrobatic
Getting phone off bed because alarm is ringing
Step backwards
Hit the laundry basket
Begin to fall
Try to catch balance but alas, high arches on both sides of feet mean I am at all times teetering like a teenager in stilettos
Going down, there's no helping it
Twist body around to catch self on laundry basket to avoid crushing it
SUCCESS
Headphones are falling off
Reach up, headphones fall gently and perfectly into palm
This was an entirely unnecessary situation caused only by how incredibly and awe-inspiringly off-balance I am at all times, yet I handled it with the kind of dexterity one would expect of a practiced rogue.
I would make an incredibly bad rogue.
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