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wri0thesley · 1 year
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going a wee bit insane over the thought of forced ballroom dancing. ayato is my prime candidate for this, thinking about him forcing poor reader to waltz with him (with the threat of punishment hanging over their head for every time they mess up), but the harbingers are up there as well… the tsaritsa holding a ball and pantalone (or childe) dragging his newest "pet" with him, hands dipping lower than what’s considered proper as the dance goes on, but no one daring to say anything… i’m frothing at the mouth fr ahsldjlajdkdj
oh . . . oh i am THINKING, anon
cw: yandere behaviour, abuse, suggestive (especially childe's), death (in childe's, not of reader), violence (in childe's, not of reader), childe should be his own warning i guess.
characters featured: ayato, diluc, childe, pantalone
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ayato is as princely as they come; and you are more than aware that, in such occasions as this, you are the envy of every other person with no ring on their finger. ayato kisses your hand, his thumb trailing over your wedding ring - your bonds, your chains - and leads you out to the floor to open the dancing, as is his right.
"your dancing has improved," he says, with only the lightest smile at the corner of his lips. it goes unspoken it has improved because the last time you had failed to keep up with ayato's waltz, he had made you practise with thoma until you had collapsed in the housekeeper's arms, faint and exhausted and aching.
"i'm glad you've noticed, my lord," you say, softly, your eyes fixed on ayato's chest instead of up at those pale violet eyes that are capable of more cruelties than anyone in this room would ever suspect. you see the twitch of his lips; the mole beneath his mouth, the proud chin, every feature you often wish you could never see again.
"perhaps i should make you practise with thoma more often," he says, smiling, his gloved hand resting just a little too low on your waist.
(nobody will say anything; the commissioner is in love with his sweet little spouse, after all. how darling, that the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase--)
he spins you, laughing when he pulls you back. you can see thoma at the side of the room, smiling, his eyebrows drawn in in the merest suggestion of anxiety. he looks at you like he wants to take you away from all of this.
ayato's eyes follow your gaze. his hands become iron chains.
"perhaps not, after all," he says. "i do not like to share my toys."
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you cannot deny diluc ragnvindr a dance, when he comes to you. you want to, of course - the dawn winery tycoon has frightened you for months now, with intense crimson eyes and his awkward stance, with his gruff low voice and his habit of showing up wherever you are. you are unsettled by his presence.
even if it were not his ball - even if it were not his winery walls you were currently ensconced in, dressed in soft blues as far away from the colour of diluc's eyes as you can manage - you could not deny him. not when your family are all of a-twitter on the other side of the room. a husband like diluc, after all, would be the greatest of coups--
and you have been raised to be polite.
"of course, master diluc," you say, with a pasted on smile. his hands are so warm, even through his gloves, as he brings you out onto the floor - and then, finds a shadowy corner to place his hands urgently on your waist. it is perfectly proper - diluc is never anything but - and yet, it leaves you unsettled.
heat soaks through your bodice and through his gloves, his hands feeling like the desperate clutch of claws upon you. the shadows ripple about your feet. diluc does not like to be the centre of attention, you know - but you still do not feel comfortable, amongst the darkness of the night with him.
the string quartet draw to a close. you can see, from your position, several other likely candidates for dances - captain kaeya, in blues that would match your gown. albedo, the knights of favonius chief alchemist, who you know from other balls will hold you at exactly the right distance and pressure. acting grand master jean, who always needs a moment to relax and let her guard down at such parties--
but diluc's grip does not falter.
"another dance," he says to you, voice stilted- and it is not a question.
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childe does not care about a single one of the scandalised looks when he drags you to the centre of the fray - and you have learnt better than to argue against the eleventh fatui harbinger, who thinks that you are cutest when you are spitting blood and vitriol at him, and you're certain would welcome you to make this party a little more interesting.
there are still flecks of blood on your face, from the fatui grunt whomst your harbinger had decided had left his gaze lingering on your exposed shoulders too long - but they are nothing compared to the blood staining childe's hands, the wild light in his eyes, or the fact that there is still a dagger at his hip. he is far from the only person here with a weapon on him - but he is the only one with it so on display, still shimmering dripping scarlet on the white marble floor of the palace.
"dance with me," childe says to you, his grin wide, his eyes still the colour of the darkest night-time sky from his furious pleasure at the events that occurred before he even got to this party. and so you do - and so you let childe drag you against him, let hands roam all over your body, let him dip his head down and kiss you in a clash of tongues and teeth.
disapproval radiates from almost every person in the room, but such things have never stopped childe.
"dancing should be like fighting," he says to you, with a particularly hard nip to your lower lip. he breathes in, hot and wanting. his hands slide past your waist and cup your ass, dragging you closer against him so you can feel the stiff heat of him through his trousers. "fighting should be like fucking. and so it stands to reason that dancing should be like fucking, and fucking should be like fighting, doesn't it?"
you swallow.
"perhaps not in front of everyone," you try and say - but childe just laughs again, wild and free and uncaring, and whirls you away in a furious move that does not at all match the waltz pace that the musicians have set.
"and why not?" he says to you, glittering dangerously, as fear and cold ice crawl up your spine. "don't worry. if anyone looks at you when i fuck you, i'll carve their eyes out."
it would not be a romantic threat in any circumstance; but for childe, it is all the worse, because you know that he means it.
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this what you must understand; you belong to pantalone. and he never lets you forget it; that he found you in the gutter and prised you out of it himself, seeing in you something that could be made to glitter. you owe him - and not just for the glittering jewels about your throat, but for the cleanliness of your hair and the newfound straightness to your bearing. for him making you his galatea; perfect and adored, polished to a shine, and utterly and completely his.
so when he brings you out to the ballroom floor, gentlemanly as ever, soft sighs take the audience as they watch - as they think on your former place in life, and how you have been raised above it. pantalone smiles down at you, his grip on your waist bruising, as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear.
"don't forget your place," he murmurs, his gloved fingers skimming your spine. "don't forget how easily i could take it all away from you."
he is not wild and free; pantalone does everything with a slow consideration, a careful weighing up of options. you are his precisely because you had no other options, and you are thoroughly trapped in his net. abandon pantalone, and abandon luxury and safety and warmth and respect, sleep in the gutter and freeze to death and have those same people who look at you now starry-eyed avoid meeting your haunted gaze lest they catch that most despicable of all ills, poverty--
when pantalone tips your chin up to pull you into a kiss, you know that your only option is to kiss him back like you mean it.
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connorjesup · 1 year
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There are things I have to investigate in order to live here. I’m doing it for you two.
EP06 - Premonition || Gannibal (2022)
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super-sootica · 1 year
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Not wanting a person to be dead, but wanting to kill them
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prpfs · 1 year
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Part 2 electric Boogaloo 🍷
M21 here looking for anyone 18+ to write Genshin Impact with me!
I'm looking for someone to write Diluc against my Venti for a Mafia AU DiluVen!
Basically, I'd love for them to start out as FWB. Diluc calls Venti regularly over to hook up so he can destress from being high up in the Mafia, and then it turns into a "Holy shit I think I love him." With lots of pining and slow burn. (I'm a sucker for tropes and clichés.) And have it go from there.
I write Venti as a bottom leaning switch, so I can write him as Dom if needed, but he'd be the bottom most of the time. Hard Dom diluc would be ideal.
CWs are the usual stuff for Mafia AU. Violence, Death. I'm also fine with including stuff like substance use and other darker topics. (Past of substance abuse, shitty exs, etc.)
I'm also more than okay if you want to write possessive or even Yandere Diluc!!
I write multi paragraph. You do not need to match my reply length, but please, no one-liners.
Preferably in Tumblr pms!!
Just like, and I'll reach out!
give a like and anon will get back to you
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The Assassination of Julius Caesar – Heinrich Füger // The Death of Brutus – Matthias Stom // my tears ricochet – Taylor Swift
Happy Ides of March! 🗡
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loganslowdown4 · 2 months
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*right after Redux*
Remus: Boo!
Janus: Remus, darling, if you’re trying to make me scream, you’ll have to try a little harder than that. *chuckles*
Remus: Alright Double D— *pokes a finger in Janus’ eye as hard as he can*
Janus: *screams*
Remus: You’re right Janny, I AM the evil twin. But NO ONE messes with my brother except me, bitch!
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charcubed · 2 months
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RRR (2022)
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shapa-likes-art · 1 day
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Oooh drawing prompts :0000 draw Remus and Roman sibling moment!
Nothing says bonding than acting on your Cain instinct <3. (Image description is in ALT text)
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REQUESTS ARE CLOSED
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biomic · 2 months
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the guys using the weapon's standard sword/gun modes while mira swings it around like a bat is soooooooo good
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aleksa-sims · 28 days
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RL Story
CW: violence mention 
Ana bought a car (lease or Instalment). It was her first car. I was happy for my baby sis. We went to Sandra. Ana wanted to see what I did with Sandra's Apartment. After a short apartment tour, Sandra and I annoyed Ana a bit? It was about Philip. S. & I didn’t understand what went on between Ana & Philip this summer?? Ana suddenly wants to help Philip get custody back for Anabelle. Sure, P. is our friend and we'll help him! But Ana wanted to lie for Philip in court, by pretending to be his permanent partner/girlfriend.
First, this is punishable! And secondly, Ana has to change her main residence officially, because the judge will check this. Why is she doig this for Philp, if she isn't with him?? It's not easy to talk to Ana about such topics like... relationships. She's not really the type to show her cards, - especially when it comes to men. She remained stubborn as always. Anyway, I need to talk to Philip about all this. I just don’t want my sister to get hurt by him.
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After a while, the doorbell rang at Sandra’s door. Her neighbor, that.... psycho, Dario came by. At that point, we all didn’t know how dangerous this guy was. He was a loose cannon. Only the scar on his face actually revealed it. He said his ex tried to kill him in his sleep. That was a lie! His ex was just fighting back, he wanted to kill her. This girl will warn Sandra about him in a few months. But S. didn’t believe her at first. She was blinded by love. And tbh, I also liked him. He treated Sandra so sweet. I was happy for her! But he deceived us all.
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Except Ana! She didn’t trust him from the beginning. Ana was afraid of him without being able to justify it properly, which is why Sandra and I didn't take her seriously. 🤦‍♀️ That's why Ana was really mad at us. There'll be stress between Ana & Sandra, because of that. 🙁
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Dario: I didn’t mean to disturb you girls, but good that Aleksa is here. I got a little favour I'd like to ask you, A.
Me: Sure! 🤷‍♀️
Dario: I was actually hoping that you could baby-sit Liam this weekend? I wanna ask Sandra out. Just me & her.
Sandra: A date?? 🥰
Dario: Well, it’s about time, isn’t it?... I like you S. I-... really like you.
Me: Aww... No prob S.! I don't mind a weekend with little stinky.
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Liam: 💩 🥵... 😬(poops)
Sandra: I’d love to go on a date with you. But.... Dominick’s funeral 🙁 ... I’m not sure yet-
Me: I’ll call Daniel to ask for the exact date.
Dario: No! It's ok, we’ll wait until after the funeral.😕 Sorry I asked without thinking.
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Sandra: Thank you. He was my friend, yk? 😳😥
Ana: Agh, c'mon A.! Let's fucking go!! 😒
Me: Chill Ana!😒 ... Um, if you need me, S., just call me.
Sandra: Sure babes. We'll talk tomorrow... So long, Ana!
Ana: Peace out, weirdos.
Previous/Next
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wri0thesley · 1 year
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Childe forcing you to fight him as a punishment for trying to run is so true but also the frustration he'd feel if you just wouldn't. You're tired, fed up, maybe just temporarily given up. He'd hate it. Are we thinking lashing out?
Fine, you don't want to play? You don't need intact ankles then do you? You want to curl up in a ball in bed and ignore him? Then he'll give you a reason to stay in bed. Broken leg it is. Rest up. Cooing and patronising as he force feeds you soup. Poor baby.
Or sulking? Leaving you locked up and in isolation until he decides to come back and try annoy you into a fight again
i think, out of everything, passivity would annoy childe the most. you’re (pretending to be, for your own sanity) his doting adorable little spouse who’s delighted to see him and excited to meet his family, who hangs all over him and kisses him of your own volition? great! he kisses you back and is so excited about your domestic little perfect future together!
you’re a feisty little thing who gives him a fight, who needs to be broken and conquered so you understand you’re his and his alone now? perfect! he tussles for dominance with you, he fights you and relishes the playing, wild brightness in his eyes because you make him feel alive.
but . . . you won’t play along with either? you go quiet and stare ahead of yourself, ignore him?
oh, that won’t do at all.
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connorjesup · 1 year
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I’m sorry. I won’t worry you anymore. I promise.
EP03 - Fatal Bullet || Gannibal (2022)  
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super-sootica · 2 years
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I had a nightmare that they banned abortion and birth control in Scotland (I am not Scottish, but British).  And the weird religious zealots came out of the woodwork.  Reader...I choose violence, and I imagine the Scottish women did too.
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miralines · 1 year
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I don’t have the brainpower to elaborate on this the way it deserves but the Toy Soldier is a brilliant parody of militarism and Dapper Steampunk Englishness that really doesn’t get enough credit
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pr · 1 year
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loganslowdown4 · 3 months
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*phone rings*
Roman: Sanders & Sanders twin mystery agency!
Remus: We solve any crime by dinnertime!
*pause*
Roman: *covers phone* He says his wife’s been shot—
Remus: Hang up.
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