dialogue dance


he didnt think she’d get this far

inspired by this kinda

*inhale* BEST BOI gonna dance moon night *exhale*

Dancing Guardian

Anonymous Asked: “Could you make a Bodyguard AU prompt please?”

Anonymous Asked: “Could you please make a prompt for Person A teaching the other how to dance? - Thanks!”

1. “I don’t need to dance with you. I’m your bodyguard.”

“And I expect you to guard me at all times, even on the dance floor.”

2. “You don’t know how to dance?”

“Don’t look at me like that. I sign your paycheck.”

“You’ve been going to these parties for years, and you’ve never learned how to dance?”

“I’m excellent at coming up with excuses.”

“On your feet. Time for you to learn.”

3. “If this is just an excuse to get close to me, I quit.”

“No excuse. If I want to get close to you, I go somewhere people will shoot at me and wait for you to yell at me.”

4. “Stop stepping on my feet!”

“You put your feet under mine. What did you expect to happen?”

5. “You’re a natural at this.”

“You’re an excellent teacher.”

“Possibly. Or, you already know how to dance, and this is just an excuse to dance with me.”

6. “I’m sorry. Maybe I’m just not graceful enough to learn this.”

“Or maybe you just need to trust me enough to let me lead.”

7. “Where did you learn this?”

“In a violent assassin cult in the Alps. It was part of our control regiment.”


“Well, no, but admitting that my mother forced me into dancing lessons is so dull, isn’t it?”

~As soon as I saw these two, I just knew I had to combine them. I hope these help!~

chatwithdechu  asked:

oh man, you’re AU writings make me so HAPPY. If I could request one, maybe klance + dancing? :) love your work my dude 💜

I’m sorry if took me a few days!! I hope you like it! It was quite the challenge tbh bc I usually don’t do dancing??? but behold, I managed somehow, i think, and added pining Keith in the process lmao.

I went with Ballet Klance!!! 

Hope you like it!!!! AND THANK YOU!! <33

Klance + Dancing Au

Keith’s eyes follows every move.

He leans heavily on his hip against the big black box next to him, on the side of the stage, as he continues to watch the performer in front of him. Lights on and theater dead silent, Lance moves as if he was swimming and owning every second of it, making the complex ballet moves look like child’s play.

There’s no doubt that Lance McClain is one of the best dancers in the Academy; Keith knows this, and he remembers this as he sees the sharp jump the brunet does as the music booming from the higher speakers intensifies.

Lance lands, gracefully and naturally as always, and Keith sighs internally, with a spark of bitterness, as he recalls the rejection the brunet keeps getting from the higher ups every season during try-outs for their plays.

It’s unfair and such a shame because Lance’s dancing belongs on stage, in front of thousand of people and it deserves to be praise at.

Lance McClain deserves so much more than he gets and Keith knows this.

He knows this because it’s not the first time he has seen the brunet practicing alone in the middle of the stage late at night. It’s not the first time Keith sees the sweat dripping off him as he dances over and over again until his feet burn and his breath is heavy.

Lance never notices him, though. Not when Keith makes sure to make himself unknown in the dimmed lights behind the scenes, sometimes daring to peek over the curtains to see a clearer view of him. Other times, Keith steps out from the curtains and stays on the sideline, barely a breath away from stepping out on stage and being under the spotlight with the brunet.

He doesn’t steps in, however, because this is Lance’s time, his spotlight and his zone. Keith has no right to invade it.

But there are times, when Keith’s feet bounce on their spot and his hands twitch, both of them aching to join Lance in one of his dances and be part of the experience that it must be dancing with the brunet.

Keith wonders if dancing with Lance feels like a walk on the beach; peaceful, calm and comforting. It sure looks like it, and Keith’s heart wants more of it; it wants to be part of it.

A sudden shouted curse snaps him out of his thoughts and Keith’s eyes fall back on the brunet, now laying on the floor. Lance pants heavily on the wooden floor, eyebrows furrowed annoyed as he clenches his fist and slams it down angrily.

Keith winces with sympathy, understanding the frustration, but he relaxes his shoulders when Lance sighs after a few seconds and slowly sits up, rubbing his face tiredly before clapping, mumbling quiet cheers to himself under his breath, and standing up once again.

There’s the Lance he knows.

Lance starts the entire routine over. Slow, calm and collected as he gathers the missed rhythm. It’s a trip, to watch Lance dance, even more so during these quiet private practices, and Keith’s stomach turns because this could almost be too intimate, something private for only Lance to know but he can’t bring himself to pull away.

Lance continues to dance and Keith’s eyes never leaves him. His heart, on the other hand, aches a little as Lance’s moves turn rigid, a sad edge after every single one of them.

For all the gracefulness the brunet may have while dancing, Keith’s can’t help but notice that he also looks lonely.

It doesn’t fit Lance, not when the brunet’s usually so full of life and energy, always expressed in his voice, hands and feet.

Then there’s this moment, as Lance slows his dancing and his feet fall back to the ground, that Keith promises to not let the Lance’s dancing to be shadowed anymore.

He steps out of his hiding place and makes his way towards the brunet, ignoring the surprised look on Lance’s face before taking his hand and pulling him close.

“Dance with me?” he asks quietly against Lance’s ear and his heart beats wildly inside him when he feels the brunet shiver against him.

Lance doesn’t answer out loud but he nods, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he steps away and arches an eyebrow at Keith, silently asking what Keith has already decided.

Keith taps his chin, counting the beat of the music playing around them before he snaps them and then they are dancing, moving almost as if they have practiced the entire time together and they fall into the dance, naturally without hesitation.

It’s not until a laugh escapes Lance’s lips that Keith’s chest feels lighter and their dancing turns into something more playful and flirty, moves relaxed and happy as they fall into the other over and over again.

Maybe they could the spotlight.

anastasia!au where jimin is anastasia and jeongguk is dimitri. jimin is desperate to get to paris to find his family, however not possessing travel papers he is unable to leave for paris. hearing that jeongguk and taehyung are the people he should look for if he would like to obtain travel papers, he seeks them out, only for them to persuade him into pretending to be the dowager empress’ grandson. now their eventful journey to paris has begun.

“are you trying to tell me that you think that i am royalty?”
“all i’m trying to tell you is that i’ve seen thousands of boys all over the country and not one of them resembles him as much as you do.”
“i knew you were crazy from the beginning but now i think you are both mad.”


from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (USA, 2017)
[x] the film’s tag

(Please excuse the crappy quality of the gifs, I will remake them once we have something better to work with.)

Can we please talk about how perfect Emma’s delivery of her lines is? In particular, her “I don’t know.” and later “I love you.”?

The whole post-dance dialogue is actually pretty amazing. The Beast clearly doesn’t want to tell her how he feels, certain she will refuse him. Then he glances back to the ballroom where his servants stood just a moment ago, the very same people who got into this shit because of him and still they help him and care for him, and he finally makes himself ask her if she could ever love him. And you can see that Belle is in no way dismissive of his feelings or his question, she knows by now that she cares for him, that there’s “something there”, but she cannot say she loves him back because she genuinely doesn’t know yet if what she feels is love.

And then, when the Beast dies in her arms, it’s plain from her face that her world just fell apart and she keeps calling him back, completely heartbroken, because her heart, her home, her everything is gone. And then she says “I love you”, it is a confession of a girl who just realized how deep her feelings actually are, she even sounds a bit surprised by it. Like I said, flawless delivery. <3

‘May I have this dance?’

Maleficent leaned against a tree and watched Regina.

Behind her, the party continued. It was a celebration of…well, of everything. A celebration of surviving, of beating the odds, of finding friends, and holding on to family. It was spontaneous and loud and bright and very, very happy.

She had seen Regina slip away from the crowd, out from under the marquee that had been hurriedly pitched in the middle of the park. She’d waited, watching for her to return; but when the minutes ticked by with no sign of Regina, Maleficent had excused herself from a confusing conversation with an inebriated Snow White, and followed Regina out into the night.

She found her in a little clearing among the trees, not so far away from the marquee that the music and laughter could not still be heard. The noise of the party was muted here though, making the sounds gentler, less grating on the ear.

Maleficent leaned against a tree and watched.

Regina was dancing.

She was barefoot in the grass under the moonlight, her eyes closed as she swayed in time with the soft sound of music; her hair brushed against her face as she twirled a slow circle, the hem of her skirt gently rose and fell. Her arm curled around her stomach, holding herself; she smiled wistfully, the corners of her mouth downturned. And, without thought, Maleficent was moving.

She kicked off her own high heels as she strode forward, silent, intent, a hunter stalking prey. Maleficent was almost on Regina before she noticed her; her eyes flickered open, widening in surprise when she saw Maleficent standing there, her inky-black dress covered in hundreds of silver beads, glittering enough to rival the stars.

Regina stiffened, steeling herself for the sardonic teasing that was the usual way of things between them.

But Maleficent simply held out her hand and said levelly, “May I have this dance?”

Regina tilted her chin up and examined Maleficent’s face, seeking out any sign of even well-intentioned mockery. She found none. She placed her hand in Mal’s open palm.

Maleficent’s fingers closed firmly over Regina’s and she pulled her into a twirl, her other hand  coming up to Regina’s waist, guiding her through the movement. Regina was laughing when she came to a halt, facing Maleficent.

They started off in a very formal and proper position, standing slightly apart. Maleficent’s right hand curved lightly around Regina’s waist, her fingers against the small of her back; she clasped Regina’s right hand against her chest, covering her heart. They started to move, following the rhythm of the haunting melody that wafted from the marquee. Regina’s inexperience made her hesitant, but Maleficent’s hand was steady at her back, leading her through the movements as she smiled down at her. Even barefoot, the dragon still had the advantage of height, and she was smooth and sure as she danced them around the clearing.

The grass was cool beneath their feet, the moonlight bright around them, and with every twirl and sweeping turn that ended with her back in the circle of Maleficent’s arms, Regina grew more confident. She slid her free hand along Maleficent’s shoulder until she could curl it around the back of her neck, and she shimmied closer so that their bodies brushed against each other as they danced, at thigh, and hip, and breast.

Maleficent’s eyes darkened, and Regina rested her head against the dragon’s chest with a sigh of contentment.

Regina felt Maleficent’s arm move up along her back, felt her tighten her grip, then she was being turned, but still held close against Maleficent’s body. She had to shift her feet and bend her knee to keep her balance, and suddenly she was looking up at Maleficent as her grinning partner lowered her into a dip. Regina clutched at Maleficent’s shoulder, laughter bubbling up. This felt like flying, but she was not afraid that Mal would drop her - the dragon’s hold was strong, her body firmly rooted to the ground.

Mal raised her back to an upright position. They stood unmoving for long moments, neither one speaking, simply looking searchingly at each other. Then Regina sighed, went up on tiptoe, and kissed Maleficent. She felt Mal’s mouth stretch into a broad smile that broke their kiss, but then she sobered and returned Regina’s kiss with passion.

In the marquee, the music changed, becoming fast and spirited with a pounding beat. The revellers whooped and shouted, and the wooden dance floor thrummed under their leaping feet.

But outside, under the moonlight, barefoot in the grass, Maleficent and Regina swayed softly together, moving to a sound that played for them alone.

Stefan danced with Elena! Why are the writers forcing Steroline!!!

First of all *sigh* he didn’t say “I never danced until you Caroline” he said

“…of all the ways that loving you has changed my life… you made me dance”

Stefan’s feelings towards dancing with Elena:

Stefan’s feelings towards dancing with Caroline:

No begging involved. In fact Stefan is the one who often asks Caroline to dance, whereas his girlfriend had to beg him to dance with her.

Here’s Stefan dancing with his other best friend Lexi

Lexi: Okay, I’m gonna need a little more foot movement.
Stefan: I’m not really interested in making a fool out of myself.

Even though…

Yet he’s only known Caroline a couple of years, but he’s about to be himself around her almost instantly. Like it changed his life #justsayin

Stefan not caring about making a fool of himself with Caroline

What’s the phrase oh yes RECEIPTS

Bonus Meta! - Does Stefan still Hate Dancing

*not my gifs*

I lied one thing about this strip: this is not what I experienced.

All other stardew valley diaries were actual play logs. But, this, is just my imagination. I’m mid-summer in 2nd year in stardew valley, so I didn’t had any flower dance within marriage. I just web-surfed about my hubby(I should know all about his details even if it kills me and the fun!!!!) and found dialogues related to flower dance. haha I thought it was funny and kinda adorable, since I can rly feel his pain, I mean he’s all rebel, emo and edgy and blue jumpsuit and funny traditional dance in front of the people….well.. But there’s a problem to make him rest from his pain: if I let him go, he’ll dance with Abigail. I like her very much (her heart to me is 8, so basically we’re best friends haha) but abandon me for dancing with her, seb, seriously?

So this is my answer: Let me dance with Abigail. It’ll make all three of us happy. I can enjoy the festival (with funny, not-a-single-move-is-similar-to-others dance), Abigail’s cute, and Sebastian can rest from his duty to dance, stay happy with his edgy look. Maybe I’m actually a genius. yay!   

And…actually I lied about this total strip: I’ll definitely go dance with Sebastian. Like I said, he’s cute when he’s annoyed.


BATIM Chap. 3 ( !!! Possible spoiler !!! )

!!!! POSSIBLE SPOILER !!!! ( probs not, but,,, )

I just finished watching someone on YouTube play chap. 3 of Bendy and The Ink Machine

And holy s h i t

I was NOT expecting that ending

Meatly did an amazing job tbh ( they always have tho with this game, tbh. )

anonymous asked:

For the dancer au, what style does naruto and sakura dance together?

Sakura helps run a dance studio. Naruto’s a curious passerby who is pretty much coerced into becoming her student. Unfortunately, the poor guy has two left feet and appears to be incapable of performing even the simplest of dances. Throw in a choreographed dance competition and love and you’ve got yourself a romantic comedy!

This reminds me of what they would dance to, but skip to 1:48 to get past the dialogue.