#Lion dancer AU

[eternal-moss]

Genshin impact? Sorry, all I know is the

🔸🔥Jinyan Cinematic Multiverse🔥🔸

[mustasekittens]

au where kit and jax are lion dancers,,I've just had lion dancers on my mind recently

spidersona ref/info | wolf spider ref

[oathofkaslana]

WAIT WAIT. NOW THAT CANTO MINGMING IS A REAL CANONIXAL THING I CAN OFFICIALLY PUT HIM IN MY CANTO QINGCE AU ← entirely based on weird geography math, desperation for viet rep, and making yaoyao and amber canto

[nightthinker-08]

Messy design sketch dump for an AU that's been bouncing around my head for a couple of days now. Everything is basically the same except instead of adventures, they do actual circus performances, but it's every month, not every day. Though they do have practice time every day, which Caine supervises. He also assigns each member what their act is going to be, but everyone has their specialties tho  More below xP

Each player's specialties are: 

Ragatha: Trapeze Pomni: Jester (duh) Jax: Stilt Walker Gangle: Contortionist (or ribbon dancer? idk if thats a circus act-) Kinger Magician  Zooble: Plate Spinner Cain: Ringmaster/Lion tamer (he likes to perform too)

Most of them know more than their specialties cuz Caine likes to pair or group them up sometime. Like somtimes Ragatha or Jax pair up with kinger ( Jax mostly helps with his escape tricks) Rag's is also a bit of a jack of all trades cuz she likes helping out, but also cuz Cain likes to throw in twists in their acts mid-performance.

When Pomni first shows up in the middle of the final performance, which was Ragatha's, so she spawns high up on a tightrope. Ragatha (and everyone else) spots her while she does all these arial flips. In her panic, Pomni slips, but Rag's catches her and tries to calm her down mid-performance while also trying to make sure the two of them don't fall lol

[yestrday]

for once I’ll ask a normal question,

how many bards and dancers are there in the teyvat academy, and can we take them (in a fight)

is this really a normal question?!

re: yandere genshin! academy au + venti, itto, xingqiu

to count, venti is the only actual bard in the harem cast. well, they don't really refer to them as bards in this modern day and age, but he can sing. he's one of the easiest yanderes to run away from— hell, you can even give him a black eye with enough determination. so you can take him in a fight. itto can do a pretty mean belt at the karaoke, but his singing often comes off as obnooxious that no one quite acknowledges his talent. and you absolutely cannot take him in a fight. man does not want to hurt you, but he can. have you seen the size of those biceps?!

for dancers, there's a lot. a lot of the rich kids grew up needing to know how to dance— them elites and their fancy balls— so most of them can do a waltz or two. there are those who are trained in specializations, however. scara has been trained in the inazuman traditional arts since birth, and kenbu is one of them. no, you cannot take him in a fight. this overachiever has several black belts under him. another sword dancer is xingqiu, but unlike scara he does it super casually since he'd rather sword fight than sword dance so he skipped out on his jian wu classes as a kid. also another hard no. he will hold a sword to your throat and smile while doing so. gaming dances and he dances good. although he prides himself in his lion dancing, he does hiphop pretty well and even participates in dance competitions for fun. you can, sorta take him?? gaming really doesn't wanna hurt you, so he'll take your hits if it makes you feel better. but when he gets desperate, he can easily overpower the average darling (unless you're some sorta combat god, then you'll have a chance, man's a dancer, not a fighter).

oh, and itto can do a pretty mean breakdance too, just so you know.

[ms-potato]

Hindu goddess as students in school ; another modern(ish) au

disclaimer: there are as many as thousand avataras of lakshmi devi and I can definitely not add all of them <\3

✿ Lakshmi

• rich girl™

• she loves to take care of her friends

• "wanna go out girls? My treat!"

• her love language is obv giving gifts to her girls

• she and vishnu are the IT couple of the school.

✿ Parvati

• Feminist™

• a girl's girl

• a great dancer

• really kind and nice but everyone is scared to talk to her because that shiva dude is always following her 🙄

• power couple tbh.

✿ Saraswati

• epitome of studious™

• always shares her notes and explains topics if someone needs help (our savior fr)

• she plays veena. beautifully.

• she and brahma are the parent friends.

• every one calls for her one day before the exam 😃

✿ Sita

• Girl boss™

• done with everyone. she is just wants to go home 😭

• she reminds everyone to stay hydrated and eat properly everyday, she even shares her lunch with everyone

• she somehow became the class representative btw.

• so she hangs out with Rama a lot because of their work.

✿ Padmavati

• cottage core girly™

• really really shy

• spends most of the time in the school garden taking care of the plants and trees.

• likes to wear flowers (mostly lotus) and tulsi on her braid

• venkat once accidentally confessed to her and then ran away.

✿ Durga

• fierce™

• "is someone bothering you Padma? 🤨"

• she loves the color red

• cat person (she wanted a lion/tiger but due to legal reasons, she got a cat)

• please don't piss her off

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Batman's Bird Watching Scrapbook

This fic for the @batfam-big-bang was written for @jube-art's AU concept and artwork. The way the fic is done up, it just... it would be way too much work to post all 35 chapters on tumblr, so you get the first one, and the AO3 links. So far, the first 4 parts are up on AO3.

There are two versions of this fic.

The Cool Version, which has all the coding and formatting to make it look like an actual scrapbook. And

The Simplified Version, which does not have all the coding and formatting to make it cleaner and easier to read on mobile.

Chapter 1: Arrival of Haly's Circus in Gotham

The circus wouldn't normally attract my attention, but Alfred had been telling me shortly before, to lighten up and do something fun. I think he could tell that my mission had been taking me to a particularly dark place at that time. I snapped at him when he made the suggestion, and ended up taking it as a way to apologize to him. I had no idea what awaited me. — Bruce W.

Gotham Gazette April 5, 2009 Traveling circus comes to Gotham by Bill Finger

Though known to many as a dreary city, Gotham does have its bright spots. Yesterday afternoon, Haly's International Traveling Circus set down in Amusement Mile and set up their striped big top in the fairgrounds on the waterfront.

Performances begin tomorrow at 6 P.M. and are planned to continue daily until the night of April 18th, so be sure to get your ticket to see the show while they're still in town.

Haly's Circus boasts a wide variety of acts, carnival games, and sideshows including performances of trained, live, wild animals. Among those animals are Zitka the Asian elephant, and lions Gunther and Gurbel who perform alongside Wild Wilhelm the Lion Tamer. Haly's talented horseback dancer Linda Grey does the ballet atop Dungi the Zebra.

I had the privilege of being able to interview Mister Haly before opening day, though he was very busy, and am excited to pass on some of the highlights of what he shared with me.

"We've got all sorts here," he said, "all your standard circus folk, like Sando the strongman, Pedro the dwarf, our knife-thrower Zane and his lovely assistant Zephyr, a fabulously talented group of fire-dancers, as well as the greatest menagerie of clowns you'll find in any traveling circus around the world, if I do say so myself."

I asked him what made his circus special, and Mr. Haley was more than happy to answer me. "Well, sir, our circus may have many acts you've seen before, contortionists, and magicians, and a pair of stunning tattooed ladies, but you've never seen anything like the Flying Graysons," he claimed.

The main event at Haly's Circus, the Flying Graysons, Mary, John, and their son, are widely regarded as among the most skilled acrobats on Earth, with their young son, Richard, holding the high esteem of being the youngest acrobat in history capable of successfully performing a quadruple flip on the trapeze.

As if that weren't impressive enough, the Flying Graysons fearlessly perform all their daring trapeze stunts without a net. You'll definitely want to stay until the end to catch their closing act.

(showtimes for Haly's International Traveling Circus listed on pg. 14)

[puppetmaster13u]

Meat Marionette #11?

Thinkin about the rogues in this Au, and like, the difference between their relationship with the bats vs this Au. 

 For example, Selina. I’ll admit I take a bit of inspiration from the 2022 movie and mix it with comic depictions along with the different cartoons, which honestly isn’t too different from each other by too much. Now, I don’t think that Catwoman would flirt with this version of Batman, what with his body being a meat puppet that is visibly not human and off putting. There’s also the fact that she would have been an early-ish rogue of his, at least in order of encounters. Which means that she probably encounters the Bat for the first time while Bruce was still getting used to said gifted body, which in turn was probably terrifying. So there’s still a cat and mouse game happening, but it’s more akin to Selina doing her darn best to avoid the Bat no matter what, because to her it isn’t above trying to kill. It’s like seeing a lion where you figure you’re safe at this distance, until it starts moving and you realize that you are definitely not far enough away. 

 Another rogue that I am thinking of is Harvey and Two-Face (Which DC, give Two-Face a proper name :/ he’s his own dude even if they share a body). Harvey was best friends with Bruce, hell they were practically high-school sweethearts in some cases! And Bruce still visits him in Arkham, canonically still talks and interacts with both his friend and TF. Now if anyone is going to notice the changes to Bruce, it’s going to be Harvey. He’s going to be the first to notice how Bruce’s movements are now dangerous and downright predatory, with too much grace even for a dancer or martial artist. There’s something familiar about that movement, and Harvey isn’t an idiot, TF isn’t one either. They know there’s something wrong with Bruce even if he insists he’s fine. In canon Harvey straight up broke down and cried when he found out Bruce was Batman, so I’m wondering what their reaction to this version of the bat would be…

 There’s also rogues like the Riddler and the Joker who are downright obsessed with Batman, but would they still be with this one? I could see Joker slowly becoming obsessed as the creatures continue to thwart him over and over again, but I’m still rotating Riddler. 

 But y’know who would definitely be obsessed with the batclan?

Scarecrow. The man is obsessed with studying fear, with the effects it has and how to cause it. So the bats, who bring terror wherever they go, with something about them continuously tingling at the back of ones’ more instinctive mind that this is something to fear? He would be utterly enthralled, he’d need to know more, he’d need to know Everything. Especially if his fear toxin doesn’t work right on them. After all, how would a gas effect something without lungs? How can you inject something that doesn’t have blood, that’s not quite alive, not in the way that we as humans understand? How can you cause fear of something that has stared into the Tunnels’ heart and lived? Or something like that lol. 

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AU is a combo of my cryptid batfam and @phoenixcatch7 's Possessed Doll au, go check them out, they're amazing

[love1kimono]

Mochizuki 1870s

The Noh play Mochizuki (望月) is an action-packed tale of murder and retribution. Tomofusa joins forces with the wife and young son of his slain former master to take their revenge on his killer, Mochizuki. Disguised as a lion dancer Tomofusa expertly performs the celebratory dance, as the tension builds to a bloody climax.

Handwritten caption “Japan: Figuren aus einem historischen Schauspiele (Mochisuki)”. Japan: figures from a historical spectacle (Mochizuki). Very faintly in the bottom left-hand corner is written “No. 404”.

[artofliondance]

✨LION DANCERS COVER REVEAL✨ Pre-orders are now OPEN for LION DANCERS, releasing on August 13, 2024!! Not long now everybody, and you'll get to read the world's first American published graphic novel about lion dancing!

To celebrate, Barnes & Noble in the US are having a 25% off pre-order promotion right now for B&N Rewards and Premium members (Premium members get an additional 10% off print books only). Membership is free. Pre-order links are here:

US Publisher Page: LINK Booktopia (AU): LINK Dymocks (AU): LINK

Comment below if you have any questions, or just share how excited you are that this book is coming out this year because I am beside myself!!

[oathofkaslana]

OMG VIETIFYING LIYUE SO TRUE

no joke i actually spent half a day explaining genshin politics and history to my friends in an attempt to argue that genshin-vietnam can exist

JDBDNS. HELPPPPP I would do the same :’) I have this half formed hc that it would exist near qingce bc I like hc-ing qingce’s dialect as canto and the idea of yaoyao trying her best to communicate in someone in canto only to realize they’re speaking viet is so so funny to me

[aristocratic-otter]

An Ask Game for Writers to Procrastinate Working on Your WIP(s)

Thank you to @theearlgreymage and @wellbelesbian for the tag. I haven't done this one before

(Original Ask Game)

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I'll go with TikTok dancer, because it's one of only two I haven't published yet, and the other is my COBB so I can't give too much away on it.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Simon Snow + the Pacific Ocean = Dancing Sea Lion

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

It is very very explicit. Simon is a slut in this one.

4. 🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

Honestly? This is the only name I've come up with for it. I may change it, but I tend to be fairly resolute when it comes to my titles.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next?

Probably Cupid's Shield. I'll be updating Cupid's Shield and Saving Simon Snow in the next few days. The next chapter of Stars, Flowers, and Children ought to go up by Wednesday.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

I always save my docs under their title once I have the title. Before that, I call it by a descriptive phrase, like "cobb 2024" or "Tiktok AU"

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

Simon Snow is standing above me, looking at me with a perplexed expression. I quickly get my own expression under control. “Hello?” I say coolly.

“Baz,” he says, and my eyes widen. I wouldn’t have thought he’d remember my name, given the many similar encounters he must have had over the years. 

“Snow,” I say, neither encouraging nor discouraging this discourse.

For some strange reason though, his eyes light up at the sound of his name and he beams at me. “What?” I say sharply, confused.

He shakes his head and his curls fly about with the motion. “Nothing. It’s just, I like it when you call me that.”

That’s distinctly odd. Don’t people generally prefer to be called by their first names?

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I originally had this ending two different ways, and one of them was mpreg. I shifted away from that idea before I started typing though.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

My friend denticles (sorry, forgot your Tumblr user) gifted me an idea that involves Baz being a fanfic writer during the Watford years. I'm excited to start it, but I am determined to finish The Heart in The Well first.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

lol, you know me. Too many. 8 at the moment.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Not currently. I'm more fighting with deciding how detailed to make upcoming scenes.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

🥰

I'll tag most everyone I know who (I think) has a current WIP, why not?

@iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @palimpsessed, @frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @melodysmash, @onepintobean, @tea-brigade, @messofthejess, @larkral, @confused-bi-queer, @mooncello, @j-nipper-95, @facewithoutheart, @best--dress, @nightimedreamersghost,  @thewholelemon, @youarenevertooold, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @ileadacharmedlife, @hushed-chorus, @prettygoododds, @whatevertheweather, @angelsfalling16, @noblecorgi, @bookish-bogwitch, and @blackberrysummerblog 

[candycandy00]

The Dark Carnival - Shigaraki x Reader

AU fic about the League of Villains as members of a 1920’s traveling circus/carnival, and everywhere they go, people tend to disappear. Each chapter will feature a new Reader getting mixed up with one of the members. This is a dark fanfic so please don’t expect happy endings!

Smut. 18+. Violence. Death. Blood. Whips. Oral sex. Creampie. Rough sex (the sex is consensual though).

It was your sister who convinced you to go to the traveling carnival that had just arrived in town. She’d been watching the progress of the huge colorful tents being erected in the empty field behind the school, and she’d come home to tell you of the exotic animals she’d seen being led from enormous carts to steel cages. To make her happy, you agreed to go with her on the first night it was open. 

You noticed him right away. How could you not? He was the ring master, as well as the lion tamer. He was dressed in a blood red jacket, a black and red vest underneath, with white pants and black shiny boots. A black hat sat atop a mess of white hair that spilled to his shoulders and framed a surprisingly young and pretty face. A few faint scars marred his visage, but to you they only added to his mysterious charm. 

But his eyes entranced you most of all. They were the color of his jacket, the color of blood. So unusual, but so incredibly beautiful. You were mesmerized by him, by the way he moved across the sandy floor of the tent, the way he cracked his whip to get the lions to do his bidding, the way the rest of the performers seemed to move around him as if he were the true star of the circus. 

The other performers were alluring in their own right. A white haired fire dancer covered in burn scars, nude to his waist, piercings on his lips and nipples connected by thin dangling chains. A sharply dressed magician who wore a glittering mask over his eyes and charmed every young lady lucky enough to be selected as his volunteer assistant for the evening, his hands sliding over their bodies as he helped them in and out of various contraptions. A lovely young knife thrower in a striped corset and fishnet stockings, laughing gleefully as she outlined the bodies of her adoring fans in knives. A ruggedly handsome ventriloquist who wore a bow tie and suspenders over his tightly fitting shirt and chain smoked as he made his puppet say outrageous things. And finally, the Lizard Man who was dragged out covered in chains, even his mouth bound shut, as if he were a danger to everyone there, but with long shaggy pink hair and shockingly kind eyes that made everyone in the audience want to free him. 

Even when the others were performing amazing feats, your eyes sought him out. When not in the middle of the biggest ring, he usually stood leaning against the lion cage, arms crossed, watching his fellow performers. At the end of the show, he stood near the tent’s exit, periodically bowing to patrons as they left. As you walked by him, your heart raced. Your eyes met his, and the intensity of his stare made heat rush to your face. 

The second night, your sister didn’t have to convince you at all. You were eager to get to the big tent and take your seat, a bit closer to the ring this time. As the handsome ring master moved around, cracking his whip at the lions, his eyes drifted over the crowd. Was it your imagination, or did they seem to linger on you? 

You shifted in your seat, feeling nervous and excited. You watched his performance with rapt attention, barely even hearing your sister when she asked if you wanted some cotton candy. The only treat you wanted was standing in the middle of the ring, holding the whip taut between his hands as he suddenly ran his tongue along the length of it. Several ladies in the audience gasped, but you could tell from the looks on their faces that they’d enjoyed the spectacle. 

The third night was the last performance, and you sat in the front row, face flushed, eyes shining as you committed his every move to your memory. You didn’t want this to end. The thought of going back to your drab, boring life while the ring master rode out of town made you feel a deep sadness you couldn’t explain. 

So after the last performance was done and everyone had gone home, you decided to sneak back into the carnival to get one last look at the man who had captivated you so strongly. Perhaps, you thought, you could even speak to him or get his autograph. 

It was a crazy impulse, and you’d never been the type to follow such whims, but once the idea was in your head, you couldn’t resist. 

It was pitch dark when you snuck back into the carnival grounds. All the bright swirling lights were turned off, all the rides gone still. As you crept along, you wondered which tent belonged to the ring master. You didn’t have to wonder long. 

He stepped out of a small tent among a row of similar tents, lighting a cigarette then crossing his arms, tilting his head to look up at the cloudless sky. He was so beautiful in the starlight that your breath caught in your throat. You stood there for a moment in the darkness, peeking out from behind a nearby crate, just enjoying the sight of him, thrilled by the thought that you were seeing him in a private moment that the other women in the audience would never get to see. 

Someone in the distance called out a name that sounded foreign to you, and the ring master walked toward the voice, leaving the immediate area of his tent. Had that been his name? You’d never heard one like “Tomura” before. 

Regardless, his tent was now unguarded, just sitting there empty, ripe to be looked through. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should really go through with this. You wanted so badly to get a glimpse of his personal space, to perhaps get even a tiny inkling as to who he really was. But what if he came back and caught you? You could just say you were lost, right? 

You crept over to his tent and carefully pulled the fabric of the opening back, glancing inside. It was lit by a few small lamps with clear glass globes, so you stepped on in. 

The space was nothing shocking. There was a bed, a dresser with a large mirror, a huge wooden trunk, and a wrack of colorful clothes that all looked similar to the outfits he’d been wearing during the shows. Still, you felt amazing just being in there. You ran one hand along the dresser, then went over to the clothes and smelled of them. To your surprise, they didn’t smell like animals or any typical circus odors. They smelled fairly fresh. 

Suddenly you heard footsteps outside the tent. He was back! In a panic, you completely forgot the plan to say you were lost and instead dove behind the clothes, easily slipping out of view. 

You heard the flap of the tent’s entrance open and then heavy footsteps walking through the tent. You carefully parted the clothes a tiny bit and peered out. You found the ring master standing in front of his dresser, looking at himself in the mirror. As you watched, he began removing his clothing, piece by piece. You heart rate sped up as more and more of his toned body became visible. Without realizing it, you’d started breathing heavily. 

Suddenly he turned his head toward the clothes and said, “Who’s there?”

You froze, an instinctive fear overtaking all your thoughts. Why were you so frightened? The worst that could happen was that he’d be angry and you’d be embarrassed. But something deep within you told you to flee. You ignored it. 

The ring master grabbed his whip from the dresser and cracked it toward the the clothes you were hiding behind, causing them to slide to the left and reveal you standing there in your pink floral sundress. 

He regarded you with a cold, penetrating stare and asked, “What are you doing in my tent?”

Even half dressed, he was imposing. 

“I’m sorry, I got lost,” you managed to squeak out. 

He stared at you with those red eyes, as if he could see right through you. 

You decided to fess up. “No, that’s a lie,” you admitted. “The truth is… I’ve been so drawn to you. I’ve come to every performance, and I find myself enamored. I just wanted to see you one more time before you leave town. I thought maybe… you could give me your autograph.”

His face broke into a somewhat eerie smile. “If that’s true, I can give you something much better than an autograph.”

Right there in the tent, just a few feet away from you, he pulled his cock out. You gasped and looked away, unable to believe he would do something so brazen. Then you remembered that you’d been hiding in his tent, watching him undress. To him, you were probably the brazen one. You looked back at him, at the long, pale shaft in his hand, growing larger and firmer before your eyes. 

“Come here,” he said, and your body seemed to move on its own. You stepped over to him, your heart hammering in your chest, and he put one hand on your shoulder, gently but firmly pushing you down to a kneeling position before him. You found yourself at mouth level with his now fully erect cock. 

You looked up at at him, uncertain, but he put his hand on the back of your head, threading his thin fingers through your hair, and pulled you closer. By reflex you opened your mouth, and his cock slid inside. You closed your lips around it, licked at it with your tongue, savoring the taste of him. He watched you, his expression unchanged as you pulled back and ran your tongue along the length, wanting to give him pleasure more than anything else in the world.

Finally, your licking and sucking seemed to have an effect, as his grip on your hair tightened. He pulled out of your mouth and said, “Hold out your tongue.”

You obeyed immediately. He grasped the tip of your tongue with his thumb and one finger, pulling it a little further out, then shot his cum directly onto it. The warm sticky fluid drizzled down your bottom lip and chin, but you managed to bring most of it into your mouth, where you swallowed it. 

He grinned down at you. “Good girl.”

You stood up slowly, not wanting to do anything that would displease him. It was as if your whole body existed just for him. You’d never been so entranced by anyone before. 

He reached forward and undid the buttons on the front of your dress, then pulled it down to pool around your feet, leaving you only in bra, panties, garter belt, and sheer stockings. You blushed, lowering your eyes, but he took hold of your hand and pulled you over to the bed. 

After pushing you onto your back, you watched in confusion as he unspooled the whip and held it up. “Put your hands above your head,” he commanded, and you did. 

The next moment, he swung the whip, and it coiled tightly around both your wrists, holding them together. You cried out in pain as the whip stung your flesh, and you noticed that it was covered in tiny sharp briars that pricked your skin and caused little drops of blood to trickle down your arms. 

He stood over you, watching your face, as if waiting to see if you would beg him to release you. But you didn’t. You would let this man do whatever he wanted with you, if it meant getting to spend even one more moment in his presence. 

After a few moments, he climbed onto the bed, and pulled a small knife from his boot. You drew in a sharp breath, wondering what he was going to do with it, but he simply used it to cut off your bra and panties, leaving the garter belt and stockings. 

He moved down and pushed your knees apart, then used two fingers to spread you open. You gasped as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the inside of your folds, prodding at your clit with the tip. You arched your back and moaned. He alternated using his tongue and his fingers to pleasure you, making obscene sounds with the wet arousal dripping out of you, bringing you to climax faster than you ever thought possible. 

As you shuddered through your orgasm, he got to his knees between your thighs and positioned himself at your entrance. You barely had time to register what he was doing when he thrust inside you. You bucked against the whip restraining you, your whole body lifting off the bed, the briars biting into your wrists. It hurt. All of it did. But he was so beautiful, you would have let him whip you as if you were a misbehaving lion. 

He pulled back and looked down at where your bodies were connected, his expression vaguely displaying surprise. You assumed he saw blood and realized you were a virgin. He grinned at you again and thrust back in, burying himself in you. 

You whimpered but you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you. All those other women and girls in the audience were so obviously smitten with him, and he may have bowed to them as they left or graced them with a smile, but you were the one he was fucking. You were special. 

He reached one hand up to stroke your hair as he continued thrusting in and out. “For a virgin, you can take it deep,” he said, clearly meaning it as a compliment. 

You clenched around him, the praise causing your arousal to spike. You looked up at him with teary, lust-filled eyes. “P-please… wherever you’re going… take me with you!”

He looked you in the eyes, but said nothing, so you went on. 

“I’ll do anything you want! I don’t think I can live without you!”

His eyes shifted away from your face as he muttered, “You won’t have to worry about that.”

“What?”

He suddenly kissed you on the lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth, making you forget what he’d just said as one of his hands groped your breast. The sudden actions, coupled with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting a very sensitive spot inside you, brought you over the edge again, leaving you whimpering against his mouth. 

Moments later, he shot his seed inside you, so much that you felt like it would leak out around his cock. 

He pulled out and stood up, then walked over to retrieve his pants from the floor, leaving you shuddering on the bed, the whip still digging into your skin. 

When he stepped back over to you, he pulled the whip free. It hurt, possibly more than when he originally hit you with it, and blood kept sliding  down your shaking arms. He coiled the whip back up and leaned over you, rubbing the whip against your breast, the briars scratching over the nipple. You hissed and tossed your head back, enjoying the pain. 

He watched you with something like amusement, smiling down at you as he dragged the whip down, then rubbed it against the tender flesh between your legs. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood, but your body was already so sensitive that the sensations felt much sharper than they were. You moaned and reached for him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting him to kiss you again. But he abruptly stopped and stood back up, looking toward the entrance to his tent. 

You followed his gaze and saw several figures walking into the tent. It was the other performers, all five of them, dressed in casual clothing as they crowded in and stood around, none of them seeming the least bit surprised to find a naked young woman in the ring master’s bed. 

“Oh, you’re not finished yet?” one of them asked. You were too confused to notice which one. You tried to cover your nudity with your arms as you scooted to the back of the bed. 

“I was just about to,” the ring leader said, uncoiling the whip and stretching it tight between his hands. 

“What’s going on?!” you cry, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. 

The fire dancer laughed. “The boss is about to finish you up. At least he showed you a good time first, from the looks of it.” His eyes very pointedly moved to the wet sticky spot on the sheets. 

You couldn’t take this any more. Things were getting crazy, fast. You jumped off the bed and ran toward the tent’s entrance, but you only got a few feet before you heard a familiar sound, the whip slicing through the air. A split second later, you felt the spike-covered whip wrap around your neck, cutting into the delicate skin of your throat, causing blood to trickle down to your chest as you struggled to get your fingers under the whip. 

You were jerked backwards, toward the end of the bed, and you watched in horror as the ring master slung his end of the whip over a metal hook hanging from the tent’s ceiling and pulled, causing you to be lifted off your feet, hanging you. 

You struggled wildly, kicking and jerking as your oxygen ran out. Just before you were about to black out, you were able to extend one foot to touch the end of the bed, giving yourself a tiny bit of leeway to suck in some air, your fingers clawing at the whip. The motion forced you to spread your legs apart, and you felt the ring master’s cum, tinted red by your blood, pour out of you. 

You heard some of the other performers laugh, and one of them said, “Fuck, you really filled her up, boss!”

You looked down at the ring master, who was holding the end of the whip firmly, using it to squeeze the life out of you. You couldn’t understand why he was doing this. When he finally met your eyes, he looked… regretful? “Sorry,” he said in a quiet voice, “I can’t keep a pet. I always end up killing them. Best to do it now before I get attached.”

Your eyes widened as he suddenly jerked on the whip, pulling you further into the air and out of reach of the bed. You jerked and kicked, desperate to find some footing, desperate for mercy, but none came. You got one last look at those beautiful red eyes as you lost consciousness, and died. 

The next morning, the dark carnival loaded up and headed for the next town, leaving your body in a shallow grave. 

[starsfic]

(The Stolen Prince au) Wukong felt genuine anxiety from that note, there was one being who wrote like that, someone he left a long time ago before he went on the journey

"Wukong you good?" Pigsy had a concerned look as Monkey King was sweating "is Xiaotian safe?" Tang nodded "Mei and him is having a slumber party"

Wukong felt relief as he got ready to go out "tell Mei to extra careful, and if she sees a golden eagle, a elephant or an Azure lion, Do not trust them"

"That's incredibly specific."

"Trust me." Wukong waved his hand. His enthusiasm for the party had dulled a bit, but he had been invited. It would be rude not to show up. "You guys have my number. Call if something happens."

"Wait, we have your number- HEY HEY WA-"

Wukong was already zipping away, over the volcanoes and the sea, to the neon lights of Wàn Qiān Chéng. Wind blew over him, but by now he was an expert at traveling via cloud. A few placed spells meant that not one single hair blew out of place. He pulled out the invite and looked it over, making sure the blue-decorated building he approached was the right one. It looked fancy enough to

By the time he settled down, nobody was around. Everyone was already inside. Excluding Shaoqing, sitting on top of her car in a nice suit, scrolling on her phone. "You look nice," he said as he hopped off the cloud.

"And you're late."

"By five minutes," Wukong offered his arm. "Trust me, nobody will notice." Shaoqing huffed and he chuckled. She knew he was right. They attended too many parties together for her not to know.

"So who is hosting this party?"

"Oh, I have no idea, didn't recognize the name." Wukong pulled out his invite so the butler at the door could see it. The doors swung open, allowing them entry. "All it said was that it was some kind of engagement party."

"Wait," Shaoqing stared at him. Her eyes narrowed. "You don't know who's hosting this party?"

"Nope. But look at this place." The ballroom was nice. It was done in beautiful shades of blue and gold with tables heaving with food lining the sides and waiters in fancy dress walking with platters of drinks. Demons and humans alike mingled in fancy outfits. The entire thing was lit by chandeliers "Aren't you glad I said yes?"

"To..." Shaoqing snatched the invite and eyed it. "Mr...Horn." She sighed. "I have no idea."

"Yeah, yeah..." Something pricked at his nose. Two familiar scents that niggled his brain were in this room. He pulled out a fan to hide his lower face as his eyes lit up with gold vision.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit shit shit shit...

Further away from the stairs they had paused on was Macaque. He was in his usual human guise- an attractive man with dark hair pulled back in a bun and stubble across his jaw. Closer to him only confirmed his suspicions about the roses- a tall, blonde man with magenta eyes.

"Macaque and Azure Lion are here."

Shaoqing's eyes went wide. "What?!" she hissed, looking around as if they were hiding in the plants or something. "Where?"

"By the stage and by the left table," he said, nodding to each. Slowly, they continued to walk down the stairs. "Why are they here?"

Shaoqing shook her head. "I don't know." she whispered. "Let's just try to avoid-"

Music began as they hit the bottom stair. In the center of the room, a space cleared and people began to clear. A pretty human man walked up, smiling at him. "Hello," he said. "I'm sorry, miss, I just saw you across the room. May I have a dance?"

"Uh...sure." Wukong pulled his arm away from Shaoqing. He pulled his fan away and the man's face lit up in pink. "Hope you're a good dancer."

Two pairs of eyes dug upon the seeming woman in gold.

[kiawren]

Reread my spidey au kiawren notes where wren's a lion dancer.. why are they so sillyyy

[utmvarchive]

Dancetale: a summary.

Apart from our SOULs, Monsters are mostly composed of magic, which we can also expel as bullets for communication or combat. Every type of bullet is unique to a species, every pattern is unique to an individual, and though not as descriptive as words, by being extensions of ourselves, displays like these are more personal.

As the title suggests, "Dancetale" is an AU where magical exchanges like this are more coordinated with the casters' movements, leading the kingdom to develop a culture around matching them to dances. Being expressed through motion, this has allowed humans like Frisk and Chara a deeper participation in monster customs.

The late highness Chara had adopted modern dance in their life with the royal family, while their majesties and Dr. W.D. share the waltz... though the doctor may have also been versed in the cancan. For more examples, the ghost family consists of swing dancers, the spider clans tarantella and tap, the nice cream vendor jives, Grillby does the salsa, the server at MTT Burger Emporium is an interpretive dancer, the Temmies are lion dancers, Papyrus does Latin dance... and while Sans, Undyne, Alphys and Mettaton all have hip hop in common, Undyne's greater focus is capoeira, Mettaton's is jazz (with a fondness for Beyoncé)... and Alphys and Undyne also take inspiration from Jpop and Kpop.

Note: out of self-consciousness, Sans keeps his hood up around all but his closest social circle, such as Papyrus, whenever he does let himself dance.

Frisk is still an inexperienced dancer when they first arrive, but monsters continually offer them lessons with each challenge and they adopt ballet as their own style, donning a pink tutu.