Ballet Au but the performance is just about Reader and König’s alternate fae au selves.
Oh my god, YES!! Hold on how do I do this...
You brush your hands down the long chiffon of your skirt, fingers plucking at the little tie around your waist. Honestly you're not the biggest fan of these sorts of heavily romantic ballets. You suppose the horror bits are OK, but it's a newer ballet and those are hit or miss.
The director nods to you, and you walk out on stage. Long elegant steps, pushing yourself en Pointe to dance and spin under the lights. König catches your hand to hold you steady, your leg raised behind you, your movement stopped on the end of your raise as you look at each other.
The hood over his face, his hunched posture, it's not the König you're used to. The emotion in his eyes makes your breath catch in your chest. Devotion.
You take your hand from his grip quickly, dropping out of Pointe to run across the stage and continue your solo.
König follows, his hands on your waist, spinning you as you pirouette. You love the feeling of his hands on you. The raw strength, the size, dwarfing you even as he hunches to try and grab you. You slip from his grip a second time.
You spin across the stage, feeling König's eyes on you as you do. You pause, in the middle. Arms raised above your head, leg raised high behind you, exerting strength you normally have a partner to help with. You drop off Pointe, and glance back at König. His watchful gaze is heavy, his hand outstretched toward you, offering his aid silently.
You raise onto Pointe again, hold your hand out to him. When König rushes to you, he doesn't take your hand. Instead you're lifted. His hands on your waist swooping you up overhead as quickly as you can take a breath.
Being lifted has always turned your stomach. The hands lifting you are always too tight, press too hard, lift with too much effort. Your previous partners would lift you quickly, your jump aiding enough to actually get you in the air. From there half of the lift was dependent on your own strength, but with König... With König he lifts you slowly, his strength and care shining through the movement. The only flip in your stomach comes from the way he looks up at you, like you're some sort of amazing magical creature.
Aren't you supposed to be playing the human?
When he lowers you back down you don't want to leave. Your hands trail his biceps, as you're set en pointe, and you rest your forehead against his chest. His arms circle you, his head ducking to press his nose to the top of your head with open affection. It's not in the choreography. Your director will be mad you've pause the pa des duex.
"Your character runs, Liebchen," König whispers to you, you tip your head back to look at him, to see the adoration in his eyes up close, "so run."
You do, slipping from his arms to continue your cat and mouse duet. There's no pay off for the final act if you stay with him now. That doesn't stop you from wishing you could stay with him, from missing the warmth of his hands each time they leave you. You don't know how anyone could run from him.
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if anyone needed this sign, this is it 🙏 its okay, its going to be okay, dont listen to the tiny voice in your head. steal. take it. do it. you deserve it 💓 theft is always an option ✨
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To be honest I kind of just want to write a fic set after Frontiers where Tails ends up in Possum Springs and befriends that crew. Not for any plot reasons, there's no plot really, but just so he can hang around with a bunch of people who have problems and negative feelings and think it's A-OK to feel and express those negative feelings. They treat him like the kid he is because they're in their twenties, and he explodes with everything he's been through in a way to prove that he's not just a kid, and Mae responds with the NitW-certified understated, "Jeez." They take him to smash lightbulbs behind the Snack Falcon. They let him sit in at band practice. He helps Bea out at the Ol' Pickaxe so she can finally fire the creep that assaulted her. (She at first tells him that's probably a violation of child labor laws. He goes, "what are those." She says "fuck it" and hires him.) He and Lori get to gleefully shout, "everything sucks forever!!" while laying on the train tracks because sometimes you've just got to embrace the fact that, yeah, things suck! And maybe they always will! And maybe that's okay! Maybe it's okay to not be okay!!
There's no plot. This follows the events of NitW too, so there's no danger from the cult. Tails is aged up a little maybe, perhaps 12 so that he and Lori can be closer in age (since she's 14), because I want them to be besties and later pen pals. (She gets him a friendship necklace that's two halves of a star. Together they spell "BFF." She gives him the B, because he has a big brain, and keeps the second F because she wants people to think it means "fuck."
Tails: "So . . . Brains Forever Fuck?"
Lori: "Exactly" :3)
I just think it would be fun and maybe what he needs. Everything's dying in Possum Springs and everything sucks, Mae is severely mentally ill, Bea is cut off from her dreams, Gregg and Angus have no way of knowing if they'll ever manage to get out, Lori was probably going to be the next target of the cult. But hey, they're still alive. They can still smash lightbulbs and build crazy robots and tightrope walk on the power lines and have knife fights (ok that's just Mae and Gregg) and play grunge rock as loud as they can during band practice. Angus can tell Tails about a universe that doesn't care, and people who do. Gregg can commiserate on what it feels like to feel worthless, and Bea likewise on how it feels to be overwhelmed but knowing you have no choice but to keep going anyway. And Mae can save him the trouble of paying for a shit therapist by telling him, look, the only therapist around will tell you to just journal your thoughts and feelings. So do that. Maybe it helps. She doesn't know. But she does it, so hey, might be worth a shot.
I don't know, I just like thinking about it. Don't know if I'll ever write it, but the idea of Tails and Lori M being pen pals regardless is one I like a lot (as well as Tails taking a burned CD of the band's EP with him when he leaves, and actually picking up on that journaling thing big sis Maeday told him about . . .)
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since satan's event has ended, i wanted to ask what your thoughts on it were?
now that i've finished both routes barbatos' event, i can now make a comparison with satan's event...
unfortunately, both follow the same pattern in which the prime subject of the face of the event...simply isn't. although they're advertised as events that center around the specified character, it's more accurate to call these types of events as a gacha in of itself. you don't know who the "real mc" of the event is until you make educated guesses based on the cards or you read through the story yourself. for satan's, it was diavolo; for barbatos, leviathan.
some people may disagree with me (i'm unsure because i haven't been familiarizing myself with current fandom matters), but satan's event was mediocre at best. the devs brought up some aspects of satan i wished they treated better, and i wish that some things hadn't gone as they did (i.e. making diavolo be the "good guy" and satan, the "bad guy". there is no black & white here, devs...look a bit closer).
barbatos' event was disappointing. there is no exploration of barbatos' character--they treat him as static as they have all these years later. i'll be honest with you, though, i'd rather choose one of two evils than to make him unfathomably ooc for fanservice purposes; the event may as well be leviathan's because barbatos only got a small spotlight shone on him in the very last locked book.
tldr; the devs were making baby steps in satan's event, and then embarassingly fell down 72 flights of stairs when releasing barbatos'. treat these events as though they were gachas because you don't know which character will overshine the one you expect.
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Sorry i have a question as someone who thinks i might have DID and have never been sure but figured it was some other undiagnosed stuff, lately im realizing im having entire out loud conversations with myself, like to calm myself or to tell myself off. like ill notice im unconsciously saying "shut up" and then responding "sorry" kind of thing. i used to just be like that in my head but its turned into out loud stuff without me really being aware of it. is that kind of what its like for you? or was it ever? i just want to know if im in the right ballpark
personally yeah, we did and still do that all the time that and have someone giving commentary on our thoughts, like 'man this color purple is so pretty' 'eh im more of a yellow man myself' 'the yellow is kind of bland--wait a second'
so while it could be other things like u said, ur at least swinging in the right ball field as far as we can tell!
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