dance function

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IM SUPER LATE TO THIS PARTY BUT I BRING A GIIIIFFFT

forgot how much i adore this show and this ship so I had to get this outta my system. I’m sure Wander is making it sound much more salacious than it actually was, they probably held hands or smooched a little who knows 

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I just got this imagine idea. Basically it would take place during a ball and it features Severus and the person who he has feelings for(she likes him back,neither have had the courage to speak up yet)somehow they end up dancing toghether. While she is distracted Severus glances at her and whispers "Beautiful" at the sight of her, when she turns to ask what he said he covers it up by saying that he meant the music.I haven't thought of an ending but please write it!Doesn't have to be long

Severus Snape stood at the corner of the ballroom like a particularly ill-tempered shadow, practically itching to leave.

Truth be told, he hated Ministry functions- all these disgustingly smug Ministry bastards in their disgustingly expensive robes rubbing shoulders with others like themselves gave Severus the worst sort of indigestion.  Though he had no appetite, he was, in fact, holding an empty champagne flute that he’d unceremoniously emptied at least three times in a nearby bush simply to avoid having to be asked for the fifty-millionth time if he’d like some hors d’oeuvres by one of the over-eager Ministry house elves.

He sighed heavily when the champagne flute refilled itself as though by magic and glared at the nearby house elf, who’d frozen mid-snap.  With a slight wave of his hand, he dismissed the elf, who looked as though she was about to start boxing her own ears right then and there for displeasing him before disappearing with a sharp pop. Severus took a step to try and explain that this wasn’t necessary, but then he realized that since it hadn’t worked on all of the house elves he’d grumbled at over the years at Hogwarts for trying to be helpful and making things worse, it probably wouldn’t work on her either.

The only reason he was at the stupid event was because Minister Shacklebolt (damn him!) had told him that the galleons he’d be receiving along with whatever the bloody award of the week was this time were contingent on his attendance.  He looked up at the ornate clock near the far side of the ballroom and sighed.  There were still forty-five minutes until midnight, and Severus only had eyes for the Ministry’s clocktower. Once it chimed even a single time, he could finally disappear from this godforsaken place like a sour-faced Cinderella.

He snorted into the champagne flute at the thought, pretending to be in the middle of drinking it to avoid yet another overstuffed Ministry official who looked like he was about to come over and talk to him.  He’d worn his blackest, least-ornate robes, the buttons fastened all the way up to his chin like armor against being considered sociable or in any way conspicuous. He looked over at the other recipients, which were basically a bunch of the members of Dumbledore’s Army (the wankers, he thought, all dressed up like they’re playing at being like their elders), and some of the other professors from Hogwarts. Minerva had already saved him a couple of times from nosy gawkers, but she was in the middle of dancing with Phineas Fickleboro, the esteemed Transfiguration researcher from Istanbul, and Severus knew that she wouldn’t be able to save him if someone happened to find him in his concealed space behind the fat marble pillar in the shadows of the ballroom.

A buzzing near his ear made him flinch and he swatted at it instinctively. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was holding the champagne flute with champagne still in it, and ended up pouring it all over the place.

There was a loud thump as something heavy hit the ground and a shrill squeal assaulted his ears, making him wince.

“HEY! What the feck do you think yer doin’?!”

Severus knew that voice. He turned his head slowly, as if this would change the truth of the person who lay sprawled out on her back, her robes drenched in champagne.

“Miz Skeeter. Apparently, you have taken my previous instructions to buzz off rather literally,” Severus said, stepping back and glowering at her. “Good evening.”

He swept off, hoping that he looked like he was stomping away in fury instead of fleeing.  Skeeter had been merciless since his survival had come to light- following him everywhere during the day and having Prophet interns tail him at night. The damn woman was a pest who was obsessed with writing unflattering articles about him. Normally, Severus wouldn’t care.

He’d been called worse by friends, after all, and Skeeter was no friend.

However, he was also in the process of having several new potions patented, and plans to open his own owl-post apothecary, so he was doing his best to avoid as much negative press as was possible.

“Mr. Snape! A word, please!”

Skeeter had apparently found her wand and cleaned herself off, for she was following after him at a frightening speed. Severus turned away from her to find that he was mere inches from the dance floor.  A murmur of interest filled the room and Severus felt his cheeks growing warm with embarrassment, but at the next bellow from the harridan behind him, he forced himself into the crowd of dancers.

Suddenly, someone had taken his hand and he felt himself spun around to find Minerva’s laughing eyes and cat-ate-the-canary smile as she led him away from the livid journalist.

“Thank Merlin,” he said, before he could compose himself, “I was beginning to think that bitch was going to cast a Permanent Sticking Charm.”

Minerva chuckled. “Well I knew that it would take a fairly extreme situation to get you out into the light of day-”

“It’s half an hour to midnight, Minerva,” Severus replied, unimpressed.

“Be that as it may, it’s good to see that you’re finally putting all those years of teaching Slytherin House to dance to practice, even if it’s little old me,” Minerva continued, twirling him out and then bending him backwards in her arms.

“You do know that I’m supposed to be the lead,” Severus said, once she pulled him up out of the dip, his cheeks going slightly pink.

“You’re three decades too young to lead me anywhere, and you know it,” Minerva chuckled as they two-stepped towards the other side of the dance floor.  They stopped and clapped politely with the rest of the crowd as the music ended. “Now, then, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”

Severus was about to reply when he felt a finger tap gently on his shoulder and he spun abruptly, his eyes widening with surprise.  There, before him, stood a young woman who looked rather familiar, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Her hair was short, though ringlets of chestnut brown hair curled around her face in a wild sort of way that filled Severus with a strange heady sensation in his belly. She wasn’t heavily powdered or garishly dressed. There was a simplistic, natural air to her that he instantly envied, but she carried herself with a power and confidence that made her look older than her years. Her eyes were golden and seemed to shimmer in the light of the many candles floating above them.

Instantly, Severus found himself transported back to his stammering, awkward, teenaged self.

“Severus, you’re gawking,” Minerva politely whispered to him, and he shut his mouth, which had been hanging open and making him look (he was certain) like a total moron.

“Good evening, Minerva, Mr. Snape,” the woman said, curtseying slightly

“Good evening, Miss Granger,” Minerva said kindly.

“Please, I’ve told you a hundred times that it’s fine to call me Hermione. I feel like a first year when you call me that!” Hermione laughed, and Severus noticed that her teeth were even and white.

His mind flashed back to his cruel words about her teeth, before, and he hated himself just a bit more than he usually did.

“Old habits die hard, Miss Granger, but I’m sure that there are others who can be more easily persuaded to change their ways,” Minerva replied, a very peculiar smile playing across her lips as she looked at Severus and then looked at Hermione and back to Severus again.

“What?” Severus asked pointedly, glaring at Minerva, who waved mildly and melted away into the crowd, leaving him behind before he could stop her.

“I’m didn’t wish to bother you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, turning her bright eyes on him and completely stopping his scowl in its tracks, “but I saw you and I just needed to thank you to your face. You saved my life, you see…and-”

They both abruptly turned towards a horrible screeching sound.

“THERE YOU ARE, SNAPE! THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE, DID YOU!?” screamed Rita Skeeter.

Hermione turned away from him for a moment, placing her body squarely between him and the practically rabid journalist, her hands moving up to rest on her hips.  

And then, an odd thing happened.  

Though Hermione hadn’t made a sound, Rita’s expression went from full of fury to bug-eyed with fear.  Slowly, she backed away and then, when she’d reached the nearest doorway, she turned and practically ran out of the building as fast as her legs could carry her.

Hermione turned back, her face still midway between the intimidating murder-scowl she’d obviously been aiming at Skeeter, but when she finally looked up at him, her face had returned to the almost radiant picture of joy. She had protected him, but not in a way that he’d needed to ask for like some groveling, simpering fool. It filled him with a dangerous, pleasurable warmth and he couldn’t bring himself to look away from her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out, before he could keep the thought from escaping his lips, and then, “Shite! I mean…the music is…er…beautiful…and…er…I was just going-”

His cheeks burned with embarrassment and he stared up at the cursed clock, which seemed to have only moved a minute or two past the half-hour mark.  Damned thing. Hermione laughed, but it wasn’t a derisive sound. On the contrary, she sounded so merry that he almost joined in.

This was it. He must be going mad.

She held out her hand. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to have this dance.  These Ministry functions are so boring, but it looks like you know what you’re doing, and besides, it will pass the time so that we can both get back to our research.”

This got Severus’ attention as he took her hand, leading her back onto the floor as the band began to play a downtempo waltz. “Research?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, mirroring his lead fairly well, though she was obviously about as rusty as he was. “I’m doing research on Ancient Runes and their usage in perpetually renewable charm energy. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot of money in the field even though it’ll be dead useful once I finally get it up and running. Hence my attendance at this pompous affair.”

Severus nearly fell over. It had not occurred to him that anyone other than himself (Minerva, perhaps, but she always enjoyed seeing everyone and was far more social than he would ever be) would feel similarly, much less need the money for ostensibly interesting (although complicated) research projects.  Thinking about his own research made him realize something important.

“So…er…,you mentioned that I…helped you,” Severus said awkwardly. “What, exactly might it have been?”

Hermione smiled mysteriously and Severus felt his heart skip a beat. “I’ll show you if you’d like…when we’re done with this dance.”

Severus swallowed a mysterious lump that seemed to have appeared in his throat, and he willed his palms not to sweat.  The way that she said those words was both seductive and innocuous. It was maddening not to know which it was.

And though he was trying very hard to tell himself otherwise, Severus really, really wanted to find out.

The song ended as soon as the clock struck midnight and Severus blinked rapidly, wondering where the time had gone.

“Thank you, Mr. Snape,” Hermione said, curtsying slightly.

“It’s Severus actually,” he heard himself say.

“Well, then,  Severus-”

“Oi! Mione!”  The slurred speech came from their left and they both turned to see a stumbling, drunken Ron Weasley being held barely upright by a sheepish looking Harry Potter. “G-weh from th’ git thar.”

Hermione let out a huff of exasperation and stomped over to Harry.

“He got into a drinking contest with a centaur,” Harry explained. “She won.”

“She godda mostest perdy trac’s o’ land,” Ron hiccuped. “I wanna ride ‘er like a pony. Coconuts ‘n everythin’…giddyap!”

“I shall forever regret taking him to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” Harry groaned. “Mind lending me a hand? I’m about ready to hex him.”

“C’mon, Ron, let’s get you home before you hurt yourself again,” Hermione sighed, her expression beyond exasperated.

It wasn’t until after she’d disappeared into one of the giant floo fireplaces with her two friends that Severus finally realized that he still did not know what she had meant to show him.

Or if he’d ever see her again.

“Come on, Severus,” Minerva said, clapping him heartily on the shoulder, “you’re free to leave now, or did you forget while you were mooning like a lovesick teenager over your dance partner?”

“I was not mooning!” Severus snapped, pulling away from her in a huff.

“Your lovesick expression says otherwise!” Minerva called out from behind him.

“She’s far too young!” Severus shot back. “It’d be disgusting.”

“You know what’s disgusting?” Minerva asked. “People who hide behind faulty logic to avoid their feelings.”

“HAH!” Snape practically yelled. “Perhaps I prefer logic! Logic is safe. Feelings are for dunderheads!”

He finally reached the border of the wards and Apparated away, his ears still burning with embarrassment as they picked up the sound of Minerva’s knowing laughter echoing through the cold night air after him.


“You didn’t have to stay for the after-party to get the monetary incentive for this award,” Minerva mused, handing him a glass of sparkling cider. “And yet here you are. And in some rather new-looking and well-tailored attire at that. Curiouser and curiouser.”

“You do know what they say about curiosity and cats, MInerva,” Severus replied with a sniff.

“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Minerva replied. “You’re merely feeling a bit twitterpated, is all. It’s not the end of the world.”

“That still remains to be seen,” Severus quipped back dryly.

A rather handsome wizard appeared, bowed, and reached out his hand. “May I have this dance, Mademoiselle McGonagall?” he said, his voice thick with a prominent accent.

“Oh, it’s been years since I’ve been a Mademoiselle,” Minerva giggled. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for your Miss Granger on the dance floor, Severus.”

“She is not my Miss Granger,” Severus growled irritably.

“That remains to be seen,” Minerva replied with a wave as she was whisked off to the dance floor.

In the end, though he diligently searched for her, she found him again. He turned, trying to force himself not to grin like an idiot when he saw her standing there, her eyes sparkling.

“Hello again,” she said. “Are you…okay?”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You look sort of like you’re in…pain?” She tilted her head slightly and he had to bite his tongue not to make an embarrassing squeeing noise.

“Oh, I’m quite all right,” he managed to grit out, “You know how it is.”

“Actually, I’m glad that we both decided to stick around. I’d hoped we could have another dance.” Hermione blushed and Severus tried to avoid locking his knees. It would not do to keel over in front of her, after all.

“Indeed,” he replied, taking her hand and trying to mirror what he’d seen other wizards with proper etiquette training do.

“I must  admit, I am looking forward to it,” he said, twirling her around gently, not daring to look her in the eye when he said it.

“Oh?” she asked.

“The…thing you mentioned…that I helped you with?” Severus wanted to disappear into his shoes. He’d been practically obsessing about it for the past few weeks, but he’d had very little luck guessing at what it could be.  But what if he was overreacting? Blowing things out of proportion? Hermione seemed to be humoring him with her smile and her sparkling eyes, but what if she-

“Well, while we’re admitting things, I was a bit intimidated by you at first,” Hermione admitted, cutting off Severus’ frenzied thoughts instantly, “but now that I’m talking to you, I feel rather silly about having been afraid.  You’ve definitely changed for the better, Severus.”

Severus could feel his cheeks flushing at the sound of his name. Normally, he disliked how harsh his first name sounded when spoken aloud, but Hermione made it sound beautiful.

“What about your two male cohorts?” Severus asked, trying not to let any overt malice enter his voice. He did not want them to interrupt yet again.

He’d seen the headlines earlier that year regarding the big, public fight that had ensued after Weasley had asked for Hermione’s hand in marriage, and she’d refused politely, citing her desire to continue her studies before settling down. Potter, on the other hand, was determined to force Severus to join his happy family, much to Severus’ dismay.  He sent letters, cards, and even tried to visit his house from time to time.  Severus had become very skilled in the art of pretending that he was never home.

“Oh, they’ve been up in the VIP room for ages,” Hermione replied, gesturing to the stairs that wound up on the side of the room and opened up into some sort of second floor atrium with charmed glass windows that shone brightly with magic so that the people on the other side could see out but no one could see in. “That’s where all the good food is, and they don’t make you dance.”

Severus glared up at the windows, as though he’d be able to see into them if he did so, but they remained opaque.

“Harry has a hard time going out in public without either being assaulted by rabid fans or attacked by people who want to be the one to kill the guy who killed Voldemort.”

Severus winced at the name out of habit though his arm did not actually hurt when she said it, thanks to his patented Cursed Wound Salve.  He’d begun work on it immediately after he’d realized that his cursed snake bite and the faded Dark Mark still had some residual power left in them that left him with debilitating pain, especially when the weather changed.  It had taken him almost a year to perfect it, but after he had finally erased the lingering reminders of the two biggest mistakes of his life, he’d slept soundly ever since.

The song finally ended, and he found himself being led easily by Hermione out to a balcony where they could be alone.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione assured him, “This won’t take long.”

She grinned at him conspiratorily, and before he knew it, he found himself smiling back at her.  This revelation made him blush, which made him feel increasingly out of his depth. Then, she pulled out her wand, warding the doors shut and turning back to him.

Instinctively, Severus felt his fingers itch to curl around his own wand. He didn’t like being backed into a corner without an escape route, even though his bloody heart was shouting at him to shut up and stop being so goddamn suspicious all the time.

“I’m sorry,” Hermione said, noticing his discomfort, “but it was necessary…I don’t want anyone to disturb us.”

She pulled her arm out of her sleeve until she was bare up to her shoulder and showed him the clean flesh on her upper arm. “During the war, Bellatrix tortured me and carved a word with a cursed knife right here, but thanks to your salve, it’s completely gone.  It…it really helped me heal in more than one way.”

Severus immediately felt guilty about all of the amorous thoughts that he’d been harboring.  Here he was, looking at her like a regular letch and she had just wanted to show him how well his potion had worked.

Goddamnit.

“You can touch it if you’d like,” Hermione said, indicating the soft skin on the side of her upper arm.  The way she looked at him was pure sex, and Severus had to stomp on his other foot with one dragonhide boot to refrain from doing as she’d said.

“Actually, I would like to cast a diagnostic spell, if you would let me,” he replied thickly, pulling out his wand and waiting for her reply. The truth was, he didn’t trust himself to touch her. It was too dangerous. It was already dangerous enough to look.

She nodded.

He cast the spell, moving his wand over the length of her arm, marveling at how there was not even a trace of the curse left over. Without thinking, he gently placed his fingers against her skin and ran them over the space she’d indicated earlier.  Her skin was soft and whole.  

“Beautiful,” he breathed again, this time not bothering to apologize.  It was, after all, true.

Hermione let out a soft noise, something between a purr and a sound of agreement. When Severus looked up at her face, he noticed that her pupils had blown wide as she watched his fingers sliding against her supple, silken skin.

“Also,” she said shyly, “I used it on this one as well, and it…well…I hope you don’t mind me showing you…”

This time, she seemed to hesitate before moving to unbutton her plain brown robes down to her waist. Pulling them to the side enough to show a flash of her bra and her sun-kissed skin underneath, Severus inhaled sharply.

The massive scar- the one he’d helped Madam Pomfrey heal after that horrible night in the Hall of Prophecies- it was-

“Gone,” he said, his voice cracking slightly. His fingers reached out as though of their own accord, to touch the space between her breastbone where the thick cord of cursed scar tissue had been. This time, as he traced his fingers against the softness of her skin, she shivered with delight and made a soft panting noise, obviously enjoying his attention.

“You have to understand,” Hermione gasped, “I wanted to write you a letter and leave it at that, but I couldn’t…I had to…I had to see you…let you…”

“Hermione,” Severus bent forward, his breath clouding against Hermione’s cheek, “I…I do not think it is wise for me to keep doing this.”

She angled her head up so that his breath came hot against her lips, which were as flushed as her cheeks. “And why is that, Severus?”

He shivered to hear his name said in such a way. “Because…I…I want to…I…”

Hermione nudged her way upwards until her lips nearly touched his. “But what if I told you that I wanted you to?”

Severus was inordinately glad for the ward on the door behind them as he firmly pressed his lips against her with a moan loud enough to warrant casting a Muffliato for good measure.  Her fingers curled around his hips gently and he sagged into her, letting her pull him against her with a sigh of need. Trailing kisses down her neck, her ran his tongue against the naked skin of her arm in the place that Bellatrix had marked so cruelly.   Hermione kissed him everywhere she could reach as he kissed her, holding her tightly as he did so.  There was something about her that had drawn him in from the beginning, but here, now, it was a lesson in holding back against his overwhelming desire to take her then and there.

Her fingers were sliding down the slight gap around the waist of his trousers and he moaned loudly into her mouth at the pleasure this brought him. Even with his long, imposing robes, he always wore trousers underneath, but at the moment, he was very much regretting having them.

“If we don’t stop soon…it might go too far,” he panted, as she began undoing the buttons at his neck.

“I don’t care,” she replied ardently, “This may be my only chance to see you…to properly…to let you know that I…”

She kissed him firmly and pulled away with great effort. “I’ve read all of your papers. They’re brilliant. Your potion for cursed scars saved my body, but it also saved my mind. I was having flashbacks, nightmares, pain…it was hell.  Anyone who can make such an amazing item and sell it at such a modest fee is someone I can’t help but feel for, especially in light of…everything.”

“Well, then, let me prepare a rebuttal,” Severus replied. “You are gorgeous.” He kissed her nose. “You are kind.” He kissed her cheeks. “You are smart.” He kissed her lips. “And you are a force to be reckoned with.” He kissed her chest above where her heart lay. “I came to this damnable function because I needed to see you again. I would be an utter dunderhead if I walked away from all of that in the name of propriety.”


With that, he kissed her mouth deeply, his mind going blank with pleasure.   Behind them, the clock began to strike midnight and Hermione mewled with delight underneath him.

“Shall we?” Severus asked, pulling away, his wand at the ready.

“Oh, yes, please,” Hermione replied, her eyes half lidded.

His heart hammered in his chest as he grabbed her tightly around the waist and they Disapparated just as the last stroke of midnight faded away.

Don’t Be Fooled

It’s always funny how shocked people are when they see me dance. Like they really believe I’m innocent and show up to the function like:

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When I really be warming up like:

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Then once that liquor HITS, I’m like:

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Don’t let my social media fool you, okay? 

anonymous asked:

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/8905834 where victor is a regular at yuuri’s bookstore and always looks like a hobo. yuuri is unimpressed(6k); /8965381 hanahaki disease au. IT HAS A GOOD END AND I CRY IN JOY(20k); /9137038 space au. just, space au(21k); /9064348 sports au in space. amaze(22k); /8756341 yuuri and victor get married. multimedia fic(8k); /8873695 corporate roommates au. slow burn(8k); /8808556 Phichit and Chris’ Great Selfie War(1k); /9925166 gossip goes wild and apparently now yuuri hates victor???(11k); (2)

(3) /8695081 social media’s reactions through the show (aka yuuri’s fans are Good) (12k); /9257756 amnesia au with aCTUAL HEALTHY COMMUNICATION bless (4k); /9238709 Yakov coaches Yuuri while Victor is away. based on That One Comic. poor Yuuri lmao (1k); /9149977 where victor is half rusalka and yuuri lives in a horror movie (but doesn’t die, thank god) (17k); /9213884 where victor and yuuri talk through flower language (8k). and okay yeah i’m stopping now oops hahahhh HAPPY READING

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  • the language of flowers by liliths - FLORIOGRAPHY — (noun) The language of flowers, sometimes called floriography, is a means of cryptological communication through the use or arrangement of flowers. Origin: Latin floris (flowers). In which Victor and Yuuri inspire each other through Victorian flower language. Alternate universe.
  • the merry-go-round of life by fireblazie (@fireblazie) - It is 1998, and Yuri is dead.—In which Yuri is a ghost, and Yuuri and Viktor are the grim reapers assigned to help him cross over before his soul fades away into nothingness.
  • the warmest part of winter by dadvans (@dadvans​) -  The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. They’ve been in the process of restoring the dilapidated barn out back and turning it into a fully functional dance studio, and the fire marshall has finally approved it for occupation without fear of the whole thing coming down all at once and crushing a half dozen elite figure skaters to death at any given moment. Which is perfect, considering they’ve been planning on holding the reception in the barn, and finding a last minute venue would be a goddamn nightmare, especially since Victor has obsessively planned the entire event down to the last detail for the past six months.
  • Tous Les Chemins by Edgedancer (@radiantmists​) - A photo without context, a few careless words, an embellished article.Thus was born the idea, so patently false it would have fit better in a politician’s speech, that Yuuri hated Viktor. (Translation of shakeskp’s (silkmaken) fanfic in French)
  • Water’s Edge by Mhalachai (@mhalachai​) - For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.

so about this photo:

1) what is Mama Blossom doing at Riverdale High?

2) Josie & Reggie look hella cute – (Josie would look cute w/ anyone tbh)

3) could this mean a possible school-dance function ‘cause

  • the pussycats are there and they’re the school’s unofficial band 
  • the various formal wear (ex. Moose & the girl at the back)
  • Cami posted this on her story (who I’m pretty sure is Cole) – so does this mean we possibly might get another “bughead goes to a dance” but this time w/o the “your dad’s been arrested” drama???
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inspired by @milkae ’s sprite sheet of Nils, here’s my take on Nils!
I hope he gets added to the game soon I really want another dancer type hero ;;

(Flute Song has the same function as dance and sing, Nini’s grace gives him def/res +4 at the start of the player phase. like his sister he’s very fast and has good res, but he’s lacking in the atk stat, so I would give him iceberg or something to optimize his offensive output. But that’s just my 2 cents)

Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

Hi, I jumped into this fandom five days ago, and I already have more than 5x that number of fics to recommend. These should all be SFW, except the last two titles. This is Part One. Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven are elsewhere.

1. Unwritten
Whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

2. Hold Me Tight
Katsuki Yuuri is not a tactile man. Anyone who’s spent a minute with him can tell you that much. Victor, however— to say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience.

3. Everyone Knows
Yuri Plisetsky is not stupid. He knows. Everyone knows.

4. A Painting of a Sorrow
Victor finds something worth leaving St. Petersburg for.

5. Potential
Victor, who’d been staring at the ceiling through his boozy haze, spoke slowly. “Hey, Yuri. What do you want to be when you grow up?” “A champion figure skater,” Yuri snapped, like it was so obvious he was offended to be asked. Victor had to grin at the bluster. “Yeah, but… After that?” Yuri didn’t seem to have an answer for that, but eventually he said, less belligerently, “I don’t know. I’m only fifteen.” Me neither, Victor didn’t say, and I’m twenty-six.

6. Blossom and Bloom
When they touch, Yuuri can feel the way that Victor’s mind is moving a million miles per hour.

7. Red Herring
Victor Nikiforov is on top of the world. He’s starving.

8. Dear Mama
In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.

9. Expomise
Expomise: a transformation spell that bonds two objects together. Yuuri is at Hogwarts. So is everyone else.

10. On My Love
For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.” Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before — back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol. As if it had all been just a dream.

11. On Our Love
Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.

12. Hot in Here
“Yuuuuuri,” Victor drawls, leaning his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “It’s hot,” he complains. He’s already down to his t-shirt.Yuuri huffs a little, reluctantly amused. “Maybe you would feel cooler if you didn’t drape yourself all over me.”

13. Those Tell-all Skype Sessions
Phichit isn’t surprised at all when Victor leaps into Yuuri’s arms and gives him a kiss in front of the whole world. He’s just surprised it took this long.

14. Addicted (to the taste of you)
It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying. But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier. If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now. At once. Immediately. (It’s turning into a problem.)

15.  lԄun along my trail
Instead of ending up in last place, Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Finals.

16. with a boy like that it’s serious
“I’m dating Viktor,” Yuuri says, nervous despite himself. “Seriously?” Yurio demands. “I thought the two of you were already married.”

17. and I feel life (for the very first time)
“What do you have in mind for the next season?” A reporter asks him during the press conference and Victor shoots them a smile, trying to buy himself some time. I don’t know, he wants to say. To be honest, after winning gold once more, Victor feels lost more than anything. What does one do after finally fulfilling a longtime promise?

18. with the strength of your devotion
It’s like they don’t even know Viktor, and truly, they don’t.

19. the greatest survival
Training in Russia, training in Japan. It takes a lot to get to the top.

20. the air is heavy with the fragrance of gardenias
It was odd, really, how Viktor Nikiforov had suddenly stopped flirting with his fans. Everyone - his supporters, the media, his former coach - was shocked by the drastic change. Everyone, that is, except for a certain Katsuki Yuuri.

21. one heart to every falling thing
“You know,” Victor comments idly, and he breathes out in a rush of static in Yuri’s ear. “I think this is the longest we’ve been apart since I first flew here.”

22. a glide in your step
Ah, Yuuri thinks as his skates touch down on the ice, and even as Yuuko watches him it’s the weight of Viktor’s eyes he feels on his shoulder blades, I’m not ready to let this go.

23. i’m just such a happy mess
The thing is, Victor’s never been very good at denying himself luxuries. And now that Victor has permission to kiss Yuri, he can’t seem to stop. And well, to be honest Yuri doesn’t really want him to. But it is a little inconvenient sometimes.

24. get up again
When Yuuri was drafted by the Detroit Red Wings, it was a dream come true. Years of practice, of hard work, of talking to scouts and agents, of posting his own highlights on Youtube — it all paid off. Sure, he went in the seventh round, surrounded by players who were probably never going to make the show, but Pavel Datsyuk went in the sixth and look at his career. Yuuri was going to make it. He moved all the way across the world for this, competed internationally for this, bled and cried for this. He was going to make it to the NHL. Yuuri didn’t make it.

25. the warmest part of winter
The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. They’ve been in the process of restoring the dilapidated barn out back and turning it into a fully functional dance studio, and the fire marshall has finally approved it for occupation without fear of the whole thing coming down all at once and crushing a half dozen elite figure skaters to death at any given moment. Which is perfect, considering they’ve been planning on holding the reception in the barn, and finding a last minute venue would be a goddamn nightmare, especially since Victor has obsessively planned the entire event down to the last detail for the past six months.

26. i know my madness
It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

I left kudos for so many stories on AO3 this week, but I think I forgot to bookmark a few of them. This list still has the potential to be longer.

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Joshua was deep in thought. Having completed his paperwork, his dark violet eyes wandered over to the sleeping form of his wife.

He was thinking of how they’d met.

How long had it been since he’d locked her up in Dres Van castle against her will.

It all started with his weird thinking of mistaking her for Lord Michel’s grandchild.

He eventually realized…. she was different.

Unlike most other women he’d known of, she had no interest in him or his position.

She was a simple foreign exchange student who was befriended by Prince Edward.

Then there was that one time he’d stopped her from leaving because he wanted to have those rice balls she made.

Then there was the issue of Prince Leonardo chasing after her. Quite shamelessly. (He still is, though).

Then the harsh Princess Training nearly did her in.

His father and Franz were extremely hard on them. (They weren’t allowed to see each other during her training.)

Then there was the issue of some laws being changed due to her input.

Her bravery threw him off when she joined him to go and meet the residents of Pesta, a small colony by Nerwan.

Heck, she even let them stay in their log cabin as they tried to get back on theif feet after the volcano incident.

He hated the fact that the others tried to ask her for a dance during a Christmas function at Lord Michel’s castle.

But he knew one thing: they were perfect for each other.

*********

“Mm. Joshua?” Her voice shook him out of his reverie.

Smoldering dark eyes looked up at him, a tiny yawn escaping her lips.

He looked at her, happiness evident in his eyes and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Perfect. For me.”

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And whoever else loves this dorky prince ❤

thezurto  asked:

Aigis are you excited for Persona 3 Dancing Moon Night? You'll finally get to show us your moves

I am, actually! I know a lot of people consider it a shameless cash grab, but I am really interested in hearing the remixes, and seeing if they canonically bring him back to life! I am so excited, in fact, I have been tirelessly practicing my killer dance moves.

Please, allow me to demonstrate.

AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! THE DANCE FUNCTION JAMMED! HEEEEEELP!!

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Bruno Mars Performs ‘That’s What I Like’ & Gets Candid With Charlie Rose: Watch

Bruno Mars mostly lets his music do the talking, so he has said, but on Monday night (Oct. 9) he did some talking of his own on PBS’s Charlie Rose Show.

First came an in-studio performance of his smash single “That’s What I Like” (which peaked at No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts and remained in the Top 5 for 24 weeks) – a special syrupy rendition featuring Mars and his Hooligans sitting at a table and using it as a gentle drum of sorts.

Once at the desk, Mars expounded on his mission through music. For 20 minutes, Mars sat with Rose and discussed various topics ranging from “Versace on the Floor” being his “silky, love-making ballad,” his two Super Bowl performances, “Uptown Funk,” creating his America and more.

On the source of his current era: “The source of it, well, a few of my heroes – I actually got to work with this year and some on this album. Babyface, I wrote a song with Babyface on this album called “Too Good To Say Goodbye.” He’s just one of my favorite songwriters of all-time. This year I got to work with Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis – performed at The Grammys with them. Never worked with Teddy Riley, but hopefully one day that will happen. These guys have written songs that I say that were the soundtrack of my childhood. At the time, it was pop music. R&B-rooted songs were the No. 1 songs. Boyz II Men with the No. 1 song in the country. Mariah Carey, New Edition, this was what I grew up to. This is what we were dancing to at school functions, at a barbecue, it was Bobby Brown. So, that feeling, that emotion I wanted to capture, that’s what I was chasing. I’d think about those songs and it makes me feel like, ‘Man, it was fun to dance, it was cool to smile on the dance floor with a girl and flirt with a girl on the dance floor.’”

On his music’s impact amidst tough times in the world: “We’re creating the positive vibe and everyone’s dancing together – when I’m talking about people having fun together, this is what I want to see at my concerts every night. So in a way, it’s me customizing my world. It’s a little scary sometimes because every night I have the luxury of seeing people from all over the world. Seeing different nationalities under the sun, and I see it – look at this, we’re creating this energy all under one roof. We’re creating this positive vibe and everyone’s dancing and it feels like we’re all in love. It’s a great night. And then, you go to the hotel room and watch the news, and that’s not what’s happening. It’s very – it’s tricky because I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m creating my world. I’m creating my America. I’m creating what I want to feel every day.”

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Flashback to when it was just me and you

  Tittle: Flashback to when it was just me and you

  Pairing: Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader

  Requested: Yes by the amazing @coconcovers

  Warning: None

  Rating: G

  Author: robbiekaysfavoritelostgirl

The request: can you please do one where TBS has been friends with the reader since they were children but he never thought of her as anything but hus best friend and he realises it at the time when the reader has guys asking her for prom in junior year whereas she’s always been love with him and never got around to telling him because she didn’t think e felt the same. Also can you please mention little flashbacks of their years together.


Originally posted by tbslove2015


    “Hey Y/n, got a minute?” Nathan Brooks asked, a smile on his face when he ran up beside the my best friend. At once I turned to her, raising an eye brow to ask if she wanted me to stay. She smiled softly in response, her silent way of telling of me that she would be fine on her own.

   “I’ll met you at our lockers?” I asked, glancing at her one last time before heading down the hall again. I knew she would meet me there, she always did. As I walked away I let my mind wander, going to back to the first day of school.

   “Tommy promise me we’ll get lockers beside each other.” Y/n demanded the moment I walked out my front door. I chuckled, use to the random demands of my best friend in the morning. It’s part of the hazard of living on the same street with your wild and wacky best friend.

   “Of course darling, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes as she threw her arms around me, giggling happily. “Like you didn’t know that I would agree, you’ve had me wrapped around your finger from day one.”


     “Tommy!” Y/n cried, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to her, my smile falling when I saw the look on her face. “Nate asked me to the prom! What do you think? I mean I told him I would think about it because I figured that we were going together, we always go to these things together. Of course this is prom so I figured it would be different but… Tommy are you listening to me? I need you here.”

   I shook my head, sighing as I smiled at her, hoping that it didn’t look to forced. “I thought you were thinking about going with Brian?”

   “Ohh I almost forgot her asked, I guess that means I should tell Brian no then.”

  “Look darling, I think, um we should probably go to class.” I said quickly, thanking my good fortune that the bell rang when it did. I gave her one last smile before running off to class, my mind racing once again. This time going back to when we first met.

    “Tommy come say hello to our new neighbours.” My mother called from the bottom of the stairs. I let out a sigh as I got up and headed down the spiral staircase, pausing when I saw the young girl that was peeking out from behind her parents. “Thomas this is Mr and Mrs Y/L/N and their little girl Y/n. I know you have been wanting a friend your own age to play with.”

   “She’s a girl.” I stated, my brows furrowing together as I looked at her.

  “And your a boy, what does it matter. You are going to my best friend and boyfriend. Just you wait and see.” She said with a smile. I only shrugged, taken back by her forwardness. “Good now come on we can play house. I bought my doll. You can be the dad and I’ll be the mum.”


  I let out a sigh as I sat down at my desk, her words replaying in my head. They seemed so silly back then, me being her boyfriend. Even then I assumed that she would only be my best friend, yet now sitting here and thinking of all the guys that were asking her to prom, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being jealous. The first time I pushed it aside as just being upset that weren’t going as friends. We had gone to every single dance together, every school function together, so I told myself that was the reason, but now I wasn’t so sure. A part of me was starting to wonder if it was because I thought of her as something more.


   I sat down on the bed, watching as Y/n dancing around my room in a fit of giggles. She had just won some silly game and was celebrating by dancing around my room. As she did the light from my lamp shone on her hair. Her hair falling into her eyes, a smile dancing across her lips. In that moment she was beautiful, breathtaking and she was here, in my room. In that moment her laughter sounded like the sweetest kind of music, her giggles the only thing I want to hear for the rest of my life.

   “Tommy why are you staring at me?” She asked, giggling as she came to a halt. “Your looking at me weird.”

   “Sorry, you uh, you just look like your having fun.”



 I sighed as I put my head in my hands, cursing myself as I came to the truth. I was in love with her, and I have been for most of my life. I was completely and madly in love with my best friend.




   Y/n’s P.O.V


     I watched as Tommy walked away, almost sprinting to his classroom. All at once I let out a sigh, leaning against my locker, my head falling against the cool metal and my eyes falling shut. The real reason that I had said no to both was because I was hoping Tommy would ask me. Sure I had long ago given up on Tommy and I ever being more than friends, but I would hope he would at least ask me as a friend. From the moment we met, Tommy and I had been glued to each others side. We had long ago decided that we would always attend school functions together if we were both single. Which was why I had stayed single. I wanted all these moments, the ones that I would look back on with a smile for the rest of my life, with him.

   “What are you thinking Tommy?” I breathed out, running a hand over my face before I pushed myself off the locker and headed towards my first class.