#fic: dancing around you

[jackshiccup]

affectionate chin tilts my beloved.. (perhaps in the same universe as my college/long distance au)

#jackshiccup art #my art #hijack #frostcup #jack frost #hiccup #rotg #httyd #art consistency … idk her #snotlout’s not homophobic he’s just pissed theyre still dancing around each other <33 #hes on his last straw i think … #i say theyre not even dating yet but jack is clearly wearing hiccup’s college hoodie he he he #idk why modern au has such a hold on me rn… i have sock’s fic to thank i think #everyone go read can’t smile like you mean it by sockhead_42 on ao3 this is a threat #ALSO SHOUTOUT TO YENICH i love her modern snotlout hairstyle i just had to emulate it 🥹 #and still obsessed w hannah brushes weeee #noooo its 3.30am.. ok toodles 😴😴 #my first art of the year and its hijack GO FIGURE #tumblr i will grill u for killing the quality ☹️

[morgana-ren]

Just had the most fucked up thought of all time:

Ascended Vampire Lord Astarion with a beloved consort that was finally able to escape his grasp. After years, she's finally able to secret herself away and slip her chains, running from him and going into hiding so that he can never drag her back again.

It's no secret that he's gone mad, driven to the brink by his obsession with her in her absence. He refuses to simply take another lover or find a willing wife, spending untold resources and wealth trying to find her and coax her back, but she somehow stays hidden from him, somehow just out of his reach--

--However, he refuses to let her go.

Instead, he becomes slightly unhinged.

Astarion barters with a devil once again, only this time, it's for possession of a succubus. A very particular succubus who knows of his wayward little lover, and just so happens to have her form tucked away in her repertoire thanks to their earlier adventures.

He commands Haarlep to take her image each and every time he fucks her. It's the only way he'll sleep with anyone else-- the only way he'll find release while she is gone.

And Tav knows every time he's ravaging her because she can feel it. Feel his hands ghost across her body, squeezing the rounds of her neck until she can't breathe, scratching down her spine until she bleeds-- she feels all of it through this succubus' infernal connection. She is forced to acknowledge his power over her— his utter obsession with her— day in and day out, being violated by him over and over again even as she's finally escaped him.

Each time he takes the succubus, he is reminding her what he's done to her— what he'll do to her again when he gets his hands on her. His fucked up little way of saying "I'm thinking about you, darling" as he violates her body and mind, and no matter what she does, she cannot escape it. A ticking clock counting down the hours until he can touch her again.

She cannot hide forever.

It's only a matter of time, and every time she feels the phantom warmth flood between her thighs, or the tightness in her throat that leaves her with an aching jaw, or the sharp, miserable pain in her backside that has her hobbling for days, she knows he's thinking about her once more.

#morgana and friends #bad bad astarion #lots of implied uhh #and not so implied #again dark fic author #this is my wheelhouse #i wasn't kidding when I said i had to dance around the tags because tumbles has ruined the system #just dont read if you have any squicks how about that

[spicyet]

Victorian Fantasy AU

Crown Prince of Wa, Nakamoto Toshiro; Still struggles to make allies, even after learning Western customs and changed his way of dress... But, his western teacher, Laios, doesn't give him much room, nor time to feel like a failure. So things aren't too bad.

#laishuro #laios touden #toshiro nakamoto #nakamoto toshiro #shuro #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #sam's doodles of the day #haven't done much with this AU for a bit #Since I haven't decided if it'd be funner to draw or write this AU #YES I HAVE LIKE.... 4 LAISHURO FICS IN THE WORKS AND HERE I GO THINKING OF ADDING A 5TH #Anyways... Toshiro stood around like a nerd realizing he had to ask someone to dance #only for most people to avoid him or have partners already so... Naturally Laios sees him and is like nOOOO WHY AREN'T YOU HAVING FUN?!?!? #Laios went from 'maybe i'll make a new friend by fighting him and impressing him with my skills' to #'Okay so he's definitely too good of a fighter for me to impress him.. so I'll help him make friends instead!'

[by-saiyuri]

as oceans dance around the shore

little something I made for my own fic! (can't post fic-related stuff without some sort of illustration haha...)

#genshin impact #tartagila #zhongli #tartali #you can check out the fic if you'd like #it's under 1900 words #the name is “as oceans dance around the shore” #self promo I guess

[prettyflyshyguy]

Nothing reminds the mind of power like the cheap odor of plastic Leaking fumes we crave, consume, the rush it feels fantastic But like power turns to mold, like a junkie going cold I need the fix of a little tenderness

#Leon Kennedy #ashley graham #Resident Evil 4 #Infected Leon #Verdugo Leon #You Pay the Cost #the fic: awfull depressing panic attack #the post-fic story: Leon and Ashley slow dance on an appartment building roof and its cute #anyway this is to get Tye back #my art #Resident Evil 4 Remake #art #artists on tumblr #anyway im now going back to the supernatural season 2 finale 2 parter and i know its gonna kill me #i violently pivot once again #rare romantic art from me enjoy it it doesnt come around often #Resident Evil

[arrozconlecheeee]

I redrew some doodles from earlier this year on my priv twitter(о´∀`о)

Song: Supermassive black hole - Muse

#I remember when I first drew these a couple months ago it was between SMB by muse or Toxic by Britney Spears #hpma #harry potter magic awakened #hp magic awakened #hpma mc #hpma oc #harry potter #I wish I could show you guys the little mini fic my friend wrote a while ago bc that’s what I was referencing here #Christian just really likes dueling #he’s a little unhinged:) #Christian and Riley have dueling #Daniel and Riley have dance club #hehe #Riley has his tie around his wand is like Wii remote strap logic that’s how I best explain it #my art tag

[fuzzyhairedfreak]

Okay Larian here's how you fix your reputation wrt Wyll being SO ignored by y'all's writing: Give us a fancy ball DLC that he is the star of. Let it be all about his life and his backstory, let us meet his childhood friends and enemies, let us defend his honor in a dramatic duel, let us do a fancy dance with him in front of all of Baldurian high society (whether we're romancing him or not) (seriously even the straight guys on reddit were sad they couldn't dance with him in camp without it being a romance thing). It doesn't have to be as high stakes as some other well known fantasy rpg video game's masquerade ball mission, and in fact I'd rather it wasn't. Rather than the Winter Palace, I'm looking for more of a Citadel DLC vibe if you know what I mean. Let there be some drama, a little plot to solve maybe, but mostly good party times with my friends, and getting to learn more about Wyll as a kid and teen, and Wyll telling us all the best gossip from back then. More interpersonal drama than plot. But most importantly, give Wyll romancers our the Sound of Music Maria and Mr. von Trapp showing the kids a folk dance on the patio. Give us our Pride and Prejudice (2005) no one else in the room moment. Our Cinderella and Prince Charming 'So This Is Love' scene. I'm begging

#wyll ravengard #idk if anything they do can actually fix their bs but.... they could try. and I want a ball. so. #and of course if you aren't romancing wyll you can have a romantic dance with whoever else in there somewhere #but the drama should revolve around him <3 #if anyone has written this as a fic yet link me #i can't read wyll fic yet bc i haven't finished my playthru where i'm romancing him but. for later #this has been an post #bg3

[sidesteppostinghours]

WIP its-not-Wednesday-but-close-enough

tagged by @autistic-sidestep! thank you for the tag :D i have,,, so many wips rn. pulp stop starting a million projects challenge. all of these are very rough, and a lot of them feature other steps, but i wanted to share a few :]

for writing, ive got these:

“What the hell, man!” Mitchel hisses. He’s let go, but he hasn’t bothered lowering his voice. Too loud, but real. Caine groans, pulling themselves up from the mattress. At least it wasn’t the floor– this could’ve hurt a lot worse. They wince at the throb in their shoulder as they reach for the wall, probing for a light switch. When he flicks it on reality re-establishes itself once more.  It’s Caine’s room, familiarly bare-bones. There’s only a singular twin sized bed in one corner of the room and a desk just across, with a heap of laundry they haven’t bothered to do taking up the chair. Mitchel stands on the mattress in the middle, both parts pissed and bleary eyed. His cheek is a lightish colour that’s a telltale sign it’s going to bruise, and a portion of his blanket stubbornly clings onto his shoulder. There’s no threat in here, or at least nothing more threatening than Mitchel annoyed. The knowledge doesn’t stop the blood pounding in their ears.

-caine wakes up and gets jumpscared by @hyper-pixels mitchel. they react to this calmly.

Marshal Steel has hair stuck in his finger joints. That's the first thing Daniel noticed when he came in to work this morning. Steel has his civilian hands on, which is normal when he has admin work. Those civilian hands will usually have hair in it too, mostly from Spoon. That's also normal. What's not normal is the colour; because instead of the odd tufts of grey fur Daniel's used to seeing scattering Steel's joints, this is a single, longer strand that he's sure wasn't left on purpose. Because the hair strand is brown. Suspiciously similar to Ortega's own brown hair.

-herald is suspicious that his boss is having another secret relationship with a pretty old man, but its none of his business! not at all. thats why hes eavesdropping on them from the breakroom pantry.

“What are you two talking about?” Ortega jerks, nearly spilling coffee all over Wei, tearing a curse out of him as he yanks his head to the direction of the voice.  Speak of the devil. Caine glances between the two, head cocked. When did he get here? Ortega doesn't remember inviting him, and nobody told him he was coming either. Not that Ortega isn't happy to see him, but the timing… “Dios mio, Spot, how long have you been standing there?” he mutters. He gives his coffee a once over, but nothing's spilled.  He turns back to Caine and double takes. The poor guy looks like he's just run a marathon– he's drenched in his own sweat. He's not wearing his raggedy sweater, for once. Instead, he's got a skintight suit with a simple white tee over it.

-a multi-pov fic featuring the same conversation, but told from the perspective of ortega, chen, and caine. trying to practice voices with it, and so far its been fun digging into each of them!

as for art wips:

-arde and vera based on the song "the villain i appear to be"! i actually made this today after playing the new revelations demo lmfao. i do not remember what arde looks like 😔 im so sorry ive done you a disservice

the next two have blood+mild gore in them, so im throwing them under the cut!

-cyrus gets Fucked Up by a dream version of fawn from @villainsidestep, based on this absolutely vile(/pos) soul read of him:

because why not fuck him up even more??

-mitchel painting i have yet to put down colours for that i am lovingly dubbing "cannibalism (NOT ROMANTIC)". chew it out with your teeth mitchel!!!!

ill be tagging everybody mentioned in the post, plus @idlenight, @disastersteps, and maybe @euelios if you all wanna give this a shot?

#caine is a cringefail loser that cant place the fact that he is. fucking scared of mitchel. and i love dancing around that fact in writing #herald is fighting for his Life trying to mind his own business but his gaydar is beeping incessantly at him everytime chen is in the room #theres a line in the multi pov fic that is. accidentally really sus. but i find it so funny im keeping it like that #i love vera so much yall you dont understand #no spoilers for the rev demo but something about her that gets brought up makes me want to gnash my teeth w the implications of it #think its actually really fucked up and evil of me to make fawn hold both of their brothers tenderly by their faces #during the two times ive drawn things between their brothers for this fight #pov: u are cyrus getting held by your younger sib and realizing theyre way better at protecting and loving u all than you ever will be #the last drawing was based on a line kore casually threw out there while talking about ortega being a bitch #and it made me so insane i opened medibang like. immediately. help #caine lynzal #cyrus becker(s) #nmoc: mitchel becker #nmoc: fawn becker #sidestep #ortega #chen #chentega #herald #dove #arde #fhr #pulp writes #pulp draws

[wellhalesbells]

the thing that fucks me up about rereading instructions for dancing is trying to pinpoint when it is that derek becomes obsessed with stiles and realizing the answer seems to be always. from the beginning. the moment they met. that poor bastard. he probably should have tried to be a little nicer about it, though, saved them both some hardship.

I think it slides so quickly from fear and annoyance that Stiles will steal Scott away to 'Oh no, oh fuck,' I'm not even sure Derek knows himself. Poor guy hamstrung himself by starting out with the 'I'm going to scare him away' mentality then wondering where the hell that went and trying to find it again through almost every subsequent interaction (while something so much bigger and so much worse - Derek's Thoughts™ - completely eclipsed it). Meanwhile Stiles also helps cultivate Derek's dickish-ness by assuming that original motivation to be his only interest in him at all, essentially until the moment Derek tells him he's in love with him.

Which is hopefully why it seemingly comes out of left field for Stiles and the reader, because that's what I wanted.

#i mean you should definitely think: uh ohhh derek caught feeelings before that moment #but since it's stiles and scott pov - they are the bright spots in each other's worlds so they are the focus #and occasionally derek will come along and glow around the edges and distract stiles a bit but that's all he is - a momentary distraction #and he's still that when he finds out that scott may be stiles' bright spot but they don't want each other the way derek wants #and so he blurts out 'i'm in love with you' before someone else shows up to want the same way he does #and since we've been in stiles' head and only gotten to see the moments that define him and derek is in so few of those #he's COMPLETELY thrown for a loop because what do you mean?? how could derek be in love with him?? #how could stiles be all his defining moments and NOT know it y'know? #(because if you got instructions from derek's pov stiles wOULD BE so many of them) #and realizing they are in different places by a lot but not wanting that to mean they can't be anything more to each other says #'give me a chance to catch up' which in my mind is the only thing and the perfect thing #that was the very first scene i wrote for that fic actually - it changed almost ENTIRELY before the end but that line stayed the same #i just love the idea that you can be totally oblivious to something so defining for someone. that people can be such enigmas #inject that shit directly into my veins pls and thank you! #sorry i just love that dynamic so i can yammer on for DAYS about it lol #thank you for the ask and yeah you're pretty dead on about that haha #instructions for dancing #sterek #teen wolf #!ask

[asteria-argo]

i can feel myself getting preemptively annoyed with some of the comments I might get on the next chapter of to all the better places and let me tell you it's making it really hard to write this chapter in peace

#i just know I'm going to get so so many people hating on Ted again #and I appreciate the comments I really do #but the total lack of nuance astounds me #I think people forget just how much of a dickhead Jamie actually was in season one #and also that Ted thinking slightly ill thoughts about Jamie when he remembers him as being a very hostile and combative person #doesn't make him a bad guy #because fun amazing fact about to all the better places #is that Ted and Jamie haven't actually had a SINGLE conversation yet #because when Ted tried to have a civil conversation with Jamie in chapter three Jamie ran away #they are currently still dancing around each other #and I love that people are invested in the story and care about Jamie #but getting comments that are literally just character hate towards a character that isn't actually supposed to be hated? #not that fun #makes me feel like I'm trying to write around a bunch of landmines to avoid getting comments that are pure character bashing #you can be mad at Ted in this fic he's being frustrating and I'm writing him like that on purpose #but he's not the villain #he's barely even an antagonist #he's just bias and not sure what he's doing because he's in a confusing ass situation. he's trying his best under the circumstances #because he is as much of a fully fleshed out character as Jamie is

[yuukimiyas]

wishing a very happy birthday to my best cryo boy!! ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ my whole heart yearns for him each & everyday!! i’m sending you & your faves only the fanciest of invitations for a lil party to honor the birthday boy!! ໒꒰ྀིㅅ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა we hope you can make it!! <33 hehee!!

#ᕱ⑅ᕱ.* journals! #i am barely awake as i type this but it turned midnight here & i had to give him a bday wish quick!!! :3 #he is spinning me around in my fanciest gown at the mondstadt cathedral ᜊ꒰ ᜊ ´ ˘꒱ ੭♡ but dw!! im savin a dance w all of you too!!! #he is so so special to me ໒꒰ྀི ∩´﹏`∩ ꒱ྀིა & i care for him deeply!!! im so so sleepy & so mushy ugh I LOVE HIM!!! #if you guys see any bday art or fics w him pls lmk!! hehee (∗ᵒ̶̶̷̀ω˂̶́∗)੭₎₎̊₊♡ #˚ʚ♡ɞ˚kaeya

[zebra-all-the-time]

can i maybe mayhaps possibly have the context for that au you mentioned

YES SAY NO MORE WAHA!!

So it’s a Demon!Shane and DemonHunter!Ryan AU

In this world demons are all fallen angels and their purpose on Earth is to mess the hell out of humans however they want.

Ryan is a demon hunter, but unlike all the other ones, he doesn’t want to kill them. He was kicked out/left an agency depending on who you ask, but they do not like his dangerous hunting methods.

Ryan’s targeted Shane who thinks that he’s targeted Ryan, Ryan’s plan is to bring out the nice tendencies he’s convinced are hidden inside all demons, the agency wants to interfere so bad, other demons don’t trust Ryan around Shane, it’s a whole party!!!

#THANK you for the ask I am Dancing around the room #This has been building in my head for the past few months and it’s changed a bunch but this version I would be lying if #I didn’t say it was slightly inspired by Lockwood & Co. which is a book series/show that all bfu and ghost files fans should eat I think #Just the agency part and rouge agent I love thar #But ALSO RYAN AND SHANE GO GHOST HUNTING IN THIS AU #Shane doesn’t know that Ryan knows #If you want any more details anon pleaaase dm me there’s so much more and I love talking #I’m trying to write a fic for it but we’ll see if that ever gets posted #demon shane demonhunter ryan au

[taegularities]

i'm hurt 🥲

#it's been 8 years and i still dream of my best friend who i was in love with in high school #last night was way too much though #like i met him again and replayed all the memories we had.. like dancing around in the rain #and since it was raining i told him to dance with me again even though it felt different #i knew he didn't feel shit for me bc he rejected me back in hs too but when i started talking about another guy he did NOT like it #and he admitted it... questioned me about him and then we kissed ??? #he told me to call him every now n then bc up until now it was always just him calling. like the jealousy was SO OBVIOUS #we kind of get together.. literally my 18 y/o's dream coming true like y'all i was SO IN LOVE WITH HIM LMAO #and then i ask him 'be honest did you feel something for me back in hs' and he just won't answer 🥲 keeps dodging the question... #suggests smth that sounds like a yes but then i woke up 😐 #i just wanted to let this out... idk it's crazy to me that even after all those years i still think of him #like if he approached me today and asked me out i just KNOW i'd give in. even though it's been almost a decade. i would definitely give in #first loves.. especially unrequited ones... leave an impact fr #my dream sounded like a fic i'd like to come true but well that's not how life works #anyways i'm just sentimental lol tdl ?? #personal

[weepingfromacedartree]

Dancing Around the Truth Snippet

Dearest Polinators,

I've been working on this fic for monthsss but have been holding off on releasing any chapters until I finish writing the entire first draft. I'm still a few weeks (and about 30K words) away from officially publishing, but... I just got laid off an hour ago and need to distract myself! Sharing a snippet of the first chapter for anyone interested :)

Friday

It's the final ball of the season. The social gathering to celebrate every social gathering that came before it, each one an important chapter in some lucky couple’s love story. That’s what Violet Bridgerton would say, at least. Benedict would call it a celebration of the friendship and art (and sex, wine, drugs, etc.) forged in the last six months or so. Eloise would say it marks the last time she’s forced to endure a corset before retreating to the country for the remainder of the year. Tonight, Colin would argue that it’s an excellent place to drink. And to catch a glimpse of a certain elusive redhead. 

Colin stands in the depths of Lady Danbury’s ballroom, swishing back the last drops of champagne in his glass. As the bubbles prick his throat, he half-listens to Violet and Francesca’s musings on his sister’s first official season. Colin had made an earnest attempt to take an interest in Francesca’s coming out all season. It was an momentous time in any woman’s life, at least that was what he was told. But there were more other, more important things occupying Colin’s time and attention, leaving little room in his mind for other matters. Well, there was one thing on his mind. One person, really. 

One of Francesca’s (discarded) suitors approaches the group to share a word. If Colin had given slightly more of a damn, he might roll his eyes at the man’s feeble attempt to win Francesca’s favor when the season is practically over. Instead, Colin takes the opportunity to slip away. He follows the path his eyes have been trained on all night. 

Moving through the crowd between them, Colin watches Penelope as she dances across the floor. He supposes “dance” is somewhat of a generous term to employ. It would be more accurate to describe Penelope as being “thrown around” by the geezer she’s been paired with. 

The man is Jeremy Michaelson, a Welsh lord who’s been attending these events a few weeks now. Colin had never spoken to the man, but he knows his type. The type to wander into the Ton halfway through a season and expect to scoop up whichever young bride fits his liking. Judging from his performance on the dance floor, out of sync with not just his partner, but the room around him, Colin also takes him for a deaf man with two left feet. 

As the orchestra grows louder, the strings building towards a climax, Colin’s eyes shift back to Penelope. She’s wearing a dress of blush and gold, the floral fabric reflecting the light of the room. It’s as if every step she takes changes the light around her. It’s entrancing. Literally. Colin cannot take his eyes off of her. Her hair is loosely pinned atop her head, pink flowers laced through red curls. She looks beautiful, even with that unmistakable frown persisting on her lips as she’s guided by Michaelson. When Colin thinks of Penelope, he usually thinks of her smile before anything else. Before this season, Pen rarely spoke to Colin without that smile gracing her lips. 

When the music finally draws to a close, Penelope take a step back from Michaelson and nods politely. Her partner, in turn, starts hacking relentlessly, his old lungs clearly not built for the dance routine. His greasy fingers latch onto Penelope’s right shoulder for balance. That is Colin’s last straw. 

The 1815 season had been markedly different than years past for several reasons, but the most distressing difference for Colin was in his relationship with his best friend. Before the season even began, he could sense that something had shifted between them. During his travels, he had sent her countless letters, persistent but always unanswered. While it was not unusual for his siblings to leave such letters unanswered, he did not expect the same from Penelope. But while he could sense a that a shift had occurred between them, he could not think of a logical reasoning for its occurrence. So, for months, he foolishly held on to hope that he was simply over-thinking Penelope’s silence, that all would be well once they could speak to each other in person again. 

“Mr. Bridgerton,” she had called him, the night of the Queen’s inaugural ball. Her eyes apathetic, her voice cool. The fact that she had run out of every room he had walked through that night should have been the first clue that his suspicions were correct, that something of significance had changed between them. But Colin has a tendency to overlook those sorts of details. 

“Miss Featherington,” he calls to her now. 

Penelope’s head turns quickly, a look of surprise on her face. Although Colin’s eyes have been transfixed on her all night, clearly she was unaware of his presence. 

“Colin?” she says quickly, the surprise carrying through to her voice. He tries to suppress a grin when he hears his name on her lips.

“It is getting quite late,” Colin says, taking his eyes off of her for just a second to glance at the old man. He’s coughing up a storm a foot away from where they stood. “I was hoping you might save me a dance before the night is finished.” He looks down at the dance card tied around her gloved wrist. It looks disappointingly full. 

“I believe the lady said she was about to retire —” 

“Yes. I believe I have one dance left in me,” she says, cutting the old man off. Colin is so pleasantly surprised that his brain seems to stop working for a moment. Then Penelope’s hand is in his, leading him towards the other side of the dance floor. 

“Thank you,” she says when they take their places standing across from one another. 

“Whatever for?” he says, a smirk on his face. The music starts. Colin pulls Penelope, hand already resting in his own, a few inches closer as their feet start to move in step. 

“For saving me from that…” she glances behind her. Michaelson is now walking towards the staircase at the back of the room, looking as though the distance might kill him.

“Walking corpse?” Penelope laughs in spite of herself. Colin considers it a win. 

Colin wants to tell her that he would save her from a million men like Jeremy Michaelson. He wants to tell her that he would do anything to make her happy, to protect her. He wants to tell her this, but he fears uttering those words aloud will only make it easier for him to let her down. Again. 

The music picks up and, despite the tension between them this past season, Colin can’t help but notice their movements are as natural as they ever were. It always feels natural with Pen, he supposes. 

About halfway through the dance, Colin notices Penelope’s attention float to the back of the room. His curiosity gets the better of him and he turns his head to figure out what she keeps glancing at. That’s when he sees Portia… speaking very closely with Jeremy Michaelson. 

Suppressing a groan from deep within his gut, Colin gently pulls his dance partner towards the other side of the room, towards the garden. As if taking Portia out of view could magically save Penelope from her mother’s scheming. The movement disrupts the flow of the dance floor, each other couple following the intended steps (Colin silently prays Anthony is not watching from the corner somewhere, or else he will surely receive a lecture on the embarrassment of improper dance etiquette later that night). But while Cressida Cowper may throw him a disgusted look for nearly stepping on her dress, Penelope does not miss a step. 

Once they land on the edge of the dance floor, Penelope squeezes his hand. Leaning in a bit closer, she says, “This hall is starting to feel a bit crowded, would you say?”

Colin’s brow furrows. What is she getting at? 

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

“I believe a stroll through the garden would be quite refreshing at this time of night,” she says, her eyes fixed on his intently. Earlier in the season, Penelope would have said something like this to avoid Colin’s company. The way she’s looking up at him now, her gaze open and uninterrupted… this is an invitation. Maybe there’s hope for them yet. 

He clears his throat. “Yes, and the perfect weather for star gazing.” 

The orchestra plays on. The other couples move in sync. Colin and Penelope exit the dance floor. No one notices them slip into the moonlight.

#no I will not be providing any more context #(unless you ask cause... ya know I got a lot of time to fill all of a sudden) #polin #penelope x colin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #fanfiction #fanfic #dancing around the truth #weepingfromacedartree #hey at least I have more time to finish this fic!

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

new vision for kinktober: lesbians

#maybe i want to draw lesbians #maybe i love women #maybe i love women and want to draw lesbians #so far i've got uhhhh 3 fully-finished pieces and 2 are L and one is Light and i got a bunch w multiple people that i haven't even inked ye #so so behind #but i have motivation: lesbians #i hope to do some rarepairs #rn i'm doing kiyomisa #i def want to do mikalight #and i'm doing beyondlawlight (is that their name? idk) #remisa is totally happening i just have to remember how to draw rem #def meronia & nearlymellodramattic but i haven't started either yet :/ #thinkin about doing terratio too but ryuk is hard to draw #i also wanted to write a fic for one prompt but it's coming too soon and i am slow at writing fiction #i'll write you a whole 5 page essay in one sitting but fiction? pain and suffering. give me half a year #though tbh i have so much shit to do and i've been feeling very lay-in-the-floor-and-make-decisions-that-make-everything-worse atm #so i probably won't get to do all that i've planned #my head just feels so full rn. too full. i just want to go in the sun and dance around and look at cool bugs #but alas it is nighttime and i am feeling too ugh to dance about and there are no cool bugs #my top list of things that make life better are being withheld i am going to resort to going to sleep for 12 hours i think #after drawing lesbians obvi

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 52/366 - Doctor Who

“I thought she- she would regenerate.”

“She might have, if you’d stopped.”

“I didn’t know- I thought- Don’t touch me!”

“I see what the Doctor enjoys about this now. Fun new learning experiences around every corner.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t want to.”

“No one made you.”

“She had a-”

“And it was pointed at me.”

“…It was pointed at both of- of us.”

“Optimistic and delusional. So cute. You really are one of his.”

“He would never have- Never.”

“You believe that—”

“—I said don’t—”

“—when you’re standing on the planet he destroyed?”

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…

“Get your hand off of my face.”

#bechdel test but its just ‘can even and the master have a conversation thats not dancing around their opposing ideas of who the doctor is #and the images theyve created of him in their own minds’ and they just fail every time because they’re terrible #dialogue-only fic my beloved i love this format. its so fun and ambiguous. #dw oc #drabble-a-day #drabble-a-day 2024 #doctor who #i said ambiguous is fun but like for full effect i think you do have to read the last few lines thinking of like. #the master gripping even’s chin and forcing them to look at gallifrey. which is really a pointless gesture because they can’t Not look at a #planet they are literally on. its surrounding them. but its a bitchy powerplay to emphasize what he’s saying. #even. of course. does not like being made to look at things that might change their idea of who the doctor is. even does not like change. #especially not in people. people - to even - should remain the same so that they feel solid and safe. #unfortunately. this is the one thing people can’t actually do. especially when you want them to stay as a someone they never actually were. #(<- things both even and the doctor have to learn about each other for very different reasons eventually lmao) #(we’ll get there. maybe. one day.)