#Waltz of the Black Swans

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　　 THE ROLES IN MY FAME DR. . .

quiet, quiet !!! centre stage, lights dimmed, audience hushed. my fame dr is essentially me winning the metaphorical acting olympics while everyone else is still lacing up their shoes. it’s, like, a line-up of roles so iconic, so overpowered, it’s like i’m thanos snapping my way through hollywood history. i wanted the cookie, and i baked the whole bakery.

here’s the rundown.....each role is a slice of cinematic perfection, OKAY, served with a side of "how does she do it? why does she do it?? how many oscars do you need??" energy.

　꒰ 2002. . . ' PONETTE ' as ponette. — picture a four-year-old (shut up) absolutely devastating audiences, grappling with grief and holding onto the wisp of hope that her mom might waltz back from the afterlife. tiny me..... heartbreaking. oscar-worthy. a pint-sized tour de force !!!

　꒰ 2006. . . ' LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE ' as olive. — quirky underdog vibes. a beauty pageant dreamer dragged through chaos on a family road trip. big glasses, bigger heart. adorable chaos incarnate.

　꒰ 2007. . . ' LÉON: THE PROFESSIONAL ' as mathilda. — street-smart, sharp-tongued, and navigating grief and revenge. turned “child assassin vibes” into a genre.... unlikely bond with a hitman? groundbreaking.

　꒰ 2008. . . ' ATONEMENT ' as briony tallis. — precocious young writer turned accidental chaos agent. one little misunderstanding, and boom !! tragedy for everyone. the literary girls wept.

　꒰ 2009. . . ' TRUE GRIT ' as mattie ross. — fearless teen avenger with a rifle and a vengeance. sharp-tongued, sharp-shooting. unstoppable.

　꒰ 2011. . . ' LOLITA ' as lolita /// dolores haze. — a beguiling and precocious girl cloaked in innocence but steeped in rebellion, a mix of youthful charm and intoxicating danger. made everyone very uncomfortable because it wasn't directed by a pervert but instead an actual person who understood the book !!

　꒰ 2012. . . ' MOONRISE KINGDOM ' as suzy. — whimsical runaway girl with a suitcase full of records and big dreams, embarking on an adventurous and heartfelt runaway journey with her first love.

　꒰ 2013. . . ' BLACK SWAN ' as nina sayers. — the��drama. the descent into madness on the basis of perfection. a ballerina teetering on the edge of perfection and chaos.

　꒰ 2014. . . ' THE GRAND BUDAPEST HOTEL ' as agatha. — the sweet baker who saves the day in a pastel-hued, heist-filled fever dream. you could say i was the cinnamon roll that held the plot together.

　꒰ 2015. . . ' CINDERELLA ' as cinderella. — glass slippers, big dreams, unapologetic faith in the universe. cottagecore princess moment.

　꒰ 2017. . . ' LADY BIRD ' as christine "lady bird" mcpherson. — high school angst meets big-city dreams. small-town girl, big personality, fiercely independent. greta gerwig girlies cheered.

　꒰ 2019. . . ' ROMEO AND JULIET ' (dir. sofia coppola) as juliet. — tragic romance, youthful rebellion, a modernised shakespearean masterpiece. the english teachers are obsessed.

　꒰ 2019. . . ' ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD ' as sharon tate. — an enchanting actress and rising star, embodying the golden glow of hollywood’s bygone era with grace and optimism.

　꒰ 2019. . . ' LITTLE WOMEN ' as amy march. — ambitious, artistic, unapologetically confident. justice for amy achieved!!!

　꒰ 2019. . . ' STRANGE COLOURS ' (dir. david lynch) as naste. — struggling sculptor in post-war 1950s paris, whose pursuit of success leads her to morally complex decisions in a crime and punishment-inspired tale.

　꒰ 2020. . . ' THE QUEEN'S GAMBIT ' as beth harmon. — a brilliant yet troubled chess prodigy navigating personal demons, ambition, and addiction while conquering a male-dominated world.

　꒰ 2021. . . ' THE FRENCH DISPATCH ' as juliette. — a cynical and enigmatic character in a whimsical anthology capturing the spirit of journalism and artistic eccentricity.

　꒰  2021 . . . ' PROFIL PERDU ' as josée. — a woman caught in a crumbling marriage, drawn into a web of intrigue and liberation when a wealthy magnate offers her a new life filled with possibilities.

　꒰ 2021 & 2023. . . ' SUCCESSION ' as lukas matsson's complicated girlfriend. — it’s giving chaos. it’s giving scandal. the girl who walked into the roy / mattson power vortex and made it just a tad messier.

　꒰ 2022 & 2025. . . ' SEVERANCE ' as helly r. — kafkaesque corporate dystopia, dual personalities, fighting against the machine. the drama of it all.

　꒰ 2022. . . ' X ' as maxine. — it’s sexy, it’s terrifying, it’s iconic. a daring and ambitious young woman pursuing fame in the adult film industry while navigating fear and survival in a horror setting.

　꒰ 2022. . . ' PEARL ' as pearl. — a dreamer turned unhinged by isolation and frustration, whose violent tendencies emerge as her craving for stardom spirals into tragedy.

　꒰ 2023. . . ' POOR THINGS ' as bella baxter. — a curious and eccentric woman reborn into a surreal world, exploring life with uninhibited wonder and self-discovery. an eccentric frankenstein moment.

　꒰ 2023. . . ' THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS & SNAKES ' as livia cardew. — capitol decadence personified. the symbol of privilege and mean-spirituality. as well as coriolanus snow's future wife.

　꒰ 2024. . . ' MAXXXINE ' as maxine. — a raw and determined character fighting to make her mark in a world that feeds on fame, continuing her saga in the x-pearl trilogy.

　꒰ 2025. . . ' FRANKENSTEIN ' as the bride. — a haunting and tragic figure, torn due to her her husband's newest project.

that oscar is practically monogrammed with my soul. engraved, embossed, bedazzled in my honour. if possession is nine-tenths of the law, that golden man is legally, spiritually, and cosmically mine. you ever look at something and just know?? that’s me with oscar excellence. signed, sealed, delivered. twice for emphasis.

also....dividers not mine !!!!!

[nqmonarch]

Genuinely wanna hear more regarding the No Wish SAHSRAU (Is that how it's spelled?) especially with all the new events that's happened.

Including the Dr Ratio that slid into our DMs.

First, apologies for the wait I took a while doing this request and then also decided not to post anything during the Palestine strike period because free Palestine.

And man, I don't know how it's spelled. I'd assume that's right it's so long though. Also YES Dr. Ratio sliding into our DMs except bro waltzes in and calls us an idiot ;-;

But first! Let's catch up with some of the current crew who is currently in Penacony!

Warning Penacony Spoilers

For the Trailblazer Penacony's been rough... Shortly after the death of their new closest friend, they'd been coerced into talking with Aventurine, and now had to make a decision without consulting any of the Astral Express beforehand. Sure, they were a seasoned adventurer with two missions under their belt but they still have no idea about their past or if they could trust such sketchy people.

"Aventurine, that little rat..." Their ears perked up when they suddenly heard the voice of this presumed Aeon. "I want to knock my fist against his forehead and see if there's a brain in there." The Trailblazer wouldn't try that.

But if you were acting like this maybe Aventurine and Black Swan could be trusted. The Trailblazer forced themselves to relax and tried to show confidence in their eyes. They could do this. It was good you were still by their side in the dreamscape, otherwise... what would they do?

Herta has found it's more difficult to communicate with you than the Aeons. While the Aeons simply didn't want to communicate it was as if there was some sort of wall separating her from you. It was beyond fascinating but it irked her, she wanted to get into contact with you right away. Then, as she was working to implement a simulated version of you into the simulated universe as an Aeon she had a revelation. What if... this was all a game?

Natasha had done it. Recently the eyes glanced off her more often, something she couldn't help but feel disappointed at. But upon one instance when they glanced upon her, she'd taken their warmth in full, and decided to set out. It seemed when these eyes were on her, she improved in nearly every aspect, so maybe her luck would improve as well? Even though it had been a dead end many times before she investigated Vache's worn down laboratory covered by snow searching for research. Except this time, she found something. This Aeon... was strangely benevolent and caring towards mortals.

That's all the updates we have for now on the current characters, in terms of progress. Herta is one smart cookie but who else is one smart cookie? Dr. Ratio!!! That man I love him so much. Sampo is also a potential worrying addition.

Given in the current event you can get either Sampo, Guinaifen, Asta, or Yukong for free, so let's see how they react.

Dr. Ratio

...This was interesting. The plot unfurling behind the scenes of Penacony was to be expected, Aventurine was being a pain in his ass also to be expected, but an Aeon looking at him? A smart Aeon. One who also must hope to purge the world of ignorance! A noble pursuit. Or perhaps, they'd realized their own ignorance and sought to rectify it some of the Aeons were rather lackluster in this manner after all. But they'd likely never change in their ways.

And you're no longer looking at him, that's fine. Is it a bit more chilly in here or is it just him? An interesting side effect of your gaze then, the feeling of warmth. He wondered why that happened, the look of Nanook was dangerous and suffocating, near fatal for any mortal. That of Yaoshi's was said to be sickeningly sweet and suffocating as well. Nous' was cold and calculating, judging your every asset and whether or not you had potential. Everyone had potential, they just had to choose to rid themselves of their ignorance. If the gaze wasn't suffocating maybe... you were a weak Aeon? One that had just formed or had been thought to have died.

Interesting. Aeons, the topic no scholar knew completely about. Herta was researching deeply into them, Dr. Ratio supposed he could always ask her yet he didn't want to feed into her ego. There were other ways to get the information though.

Guinaifen

"Hello, hello! Can you all hear me? Good morning fam! And welcome to Little Gui's stream!"

It was then when Guinaifen suddenly felt warmth wash over her. Oh, maybe it was because this stream was her first normal one after all the ghost catching business but she found herself getting flustered...? Flattered...? She wasn't sure exactly how to describe it yet she felt even more energetic than usual! As if she could go on for hours! When she ended her stream, the warmth was still there and she still felt as if she was being watched.

Wait-- wasn't this how people said they felt when they were being watched by an Aeon? Something similar to this right?! If even an Aeon was watching her, she was definitely going to be famous! When Guinaifen went to tell Sushang about this news, she found Sushang had run into the same thing! Weren't the two of them an impressive pair? :)

E1 Asta

Research had been going smoothly, partly thanks to the eyes always observing Asta. With them came the warmth that brought confidence and innovation she felt she wouldn't feel otherwise. But, she could feel the warmth all the time now. She doubted an Aeon would be able to watch her all of the time so had she been blessed? That was good, she was able to focus on all the stars and her research more now and learn more in less time!

But... why did she feel so forlorn? As if she had been deserted? Had you just blessed her and moved on your way? Herta... Herta knew a lot about Aeons maybe she would know something about what had happened to her, maybe she would know if you're still around.

E1 Yukong

Even after it all Yukong wished to return to the skies. Despite failing her comrades, despite all those around her who she'd cared for yet failed to stop their death, despite the burning wreckage she'd had to painstakingly crawl out of. Yukong wished to fly. In this long life where even the things she'd once loved had dulled, the longing to fly was forever there.

The warmth was on her constantly now, she completed her paperwork faster, she created ingenious plans, but what did it matter?

"I want to go back," Yukong had spoken one day out to the silence of the world and when the warmth remained she realized, perhaps she could go back and fly. Maybe... it would be okay. But for now her fear remained, albeit comforted by the sight of an Aeon.

What a strange Aeon, to care so much for a mortal.

Sampo (spoiler warning for Black Swan quest, although I was kind of confused the whole time so some information may be incorrect)

Now this would be fun! Sampo had known he was right, this was only another clue in the right direction! And this Aeon, watcher, player, reader, whomever you were appeared at the perfect time! Whenever your gaze fell upon him, he could feel his speed increase as well as the rest of, if this were to be a game, his "stats." He knew he wasn't crazy, of course he'd never had that idea in the first place! He'd be able to retrieve his mask much easier now, he could deal with you later.

It wouldn't be anything bad, don't worry, Sampo Koski is always happy to have a new business partner and friend :) !

If there's anything else you wanna hear about it I'd be more than happy for ideas cause I love these little guys (the characters) . It's just them living their life except they're stronger and feel as if they can enact their dreams! And maybe they gain a friend or a small crush on the way but hey that doesn't mean anything until Penacony comes out with some tech they worked on with Herta that allows you to visit in your dreams but no way something like that will happen, right?

Also trailblazer is genuinely so stressed like imagine having to make the decisions to save an ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET and you don't even know who the you are or what you've been through, you're genuinely so lost but hey you're alive, somehow.

[literatureloverx]

BSD MEN PLAYLISTS

Hi!❤️

I put this together pretty randomly, so the songs aren't in any particular order. You can imagine just the characters or them with their ideal type! darlings.

Enjoy!❤️

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Neighbourhood - A little death

ABBA - Lay All Your Love On Me

Army of Lovers - Crucified

Lana Del Rey - Ultraviolence

Lana Del Rey - Young and Beautiful

Lana Del Rey - Salvatore (orchestral version)

Lana Del Rey - Dark Paradise

Theme from Schindler’s List

Theme from Romeo and Juliet (1968)

Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake Theme

Tchaikovsky - Sleeping Beauty Waltz

Rossini - The Barber of Seville

Art of Noise - Moments In Love

=> FYODOR’S MASTERLIST

Dazai Osamu

Taylor Swift - Enchanted

Alexander Rybak- Fairytale

The Neighbourhood - Daddy Issues

Sade - Smooth Operator

David Kushner - Daylight

Raye - Escapism

Lady Gaga - Paparazzi

XOXO (Kisses Hugs) (feat. Pixel Hood)

Conan Gray - Family Line

Bad Omens - Like A Villain

Nbsplv - The Lost Soul Down

Labyrinth - All For Us

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Falling In Reverse - Popular Monster

Cigarettes After Sex - Apocalypse

The Living Tombstone - My Ordinary Life

MGMT - Little Dark Age

=> DAZAI’S MASTERLIST

Nakahara Chuuya

Sia - Elastic Heart

William Singe - Love You Like Me

Måneskin - Gossip

Skillet - Awake and Alive

Lana Del Rey - Born To Die

Slipknot - Custer

Miley Cyrus - Angels Like You (Rock Version)

Pierce The Veil - A Match Into Water

Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman

Chase Atlantic - Into It

Chase Atlantic - Drugs & Money

Chase Atlantic - Swim

Stefflon Don - 16 Shots

Zayn - Pillowtalk

Zayn - Tonight

=> CHUUYA’S MASTERLIST

Nikolai Gogol

Insane Clown Posse - In My Room

Britney Spears - If U Seek Amy

Britney Spears - Circus

Britney Spears - Toxic

Britney Spears - Baby One More Time

Lady Gaga - Bloody Mary

Lady Gaga - Bad Romance

Lady Gaga - Poker Face

Lady Gaga - Love Game

Lady Gaga - Judas

Maroon 5 - Animals

SZA - Kill Bill

Bea Miller - Playground

Melanie Martinez - Mad Hatter

Mother Mother - Hayloft II

(Nightcore) - Black Widow (Rock Version)

Autoheart - Stalker’s Tango

Bebe Rexha - I’m Gonna Show You Crazy

The Living Tombstone - My Ordinary Life

=> NIKOLAI’S MASTERLIST

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[mysteriousangels]

Wisteria stared at the both of them. She was trying to comprehend the sheer stupidity of Valerian asking that question and Libitina agreeing. "Do neither of you know what the hell discretion is? Also I'm literally sitting right here. Libby he would sleep with Lysandus too if that wasn't his bestie."

Valerian shrugged and nodded agreeing with her. "I actually tired in the beginning of our friendship. He punched me in the face and said I wasn't wooing him right. And that's when I knew he would never date me. Tragic right?"

Closed Starter: Mourning the Return

Libitina met her sister out of town, her heart racing with panic. What could be the problem now? How much could happen in a matter of a couple of weeks? She took a deep breath as she carefully went up to Wisteria and sat down beside her, furrowing her brows. “So… uh… what’s the news? Where’s Lysandus? I’m surprised he didn’t call me out for reminiscing.” She joked half heartedly as she chuckled weakly, clearly nervous as she picked at her fingernails.

@mysteriousangels

[avonnimimi]

Red Waltz

The Series. Part 1 | 2 | 3 |

☥| a/n: hi my babies!! i had this idea literally at 1am today and now it’s 5am, hope you enjoyyyy. @twinklestarslight MEN AND MINORS DNI

☥| content: Silco raised Vi, dancer/assassin reader, death, fighting, shimmer, yall idk im tired. lmk if i missed anything.

"There are thirty of our comrades dead, a few left injured," Commander Kiramman huffed through clenched teeth, her breath heavy, her eyes like stone. She sighed. We all stood in line, the air thick with a kind of tension that curled around us like a vice. You never got called out unless it was a situation that burned deep, this was that kind of call.

Most days, the hours bled by as you sharpened your blades, listening to the low hum of steel on stone, the steady rhythm grounding you. But now… now it felt like the air itself was holding its breath. You could feel the weight of the silence, pressing on your chest.

"I think it is time for us to stand down," Commander Kiramman said, the words flat, almost hollow. Her voice didn’t carry the calm assurance it once had, this was something else, something colder. She looked at us, but it was like she wasn’t seeing us.

Gasps rippled through the room before whispers filled the gaps, suffocating the quiet. The heat of our bodies, the weight of what was to come, was suffocating. The clock ticked in your ears as if it, too, was counting down.

"We will deploy Swan. She already knows her duty." Kiramman’s gaze settled on you. No hesitation. You nodded, your fist tight against your chest in salute. She barely flinched. "You have three days."

Three days.

The night swallowed you whole as you crept through the undercity, the blackness of your attire blending with the shadows. Every breath you took was a prayer, each step a whisper on the broken ground beneath you. The sound of your daggers softly tapping against your thighs was the only company you had as you moved, your body swaying with the wind like a dancer, light, silent, waiting. Waiting for something to snap.

One by one, you took out henchmen, slipping through the cracks of their defenses like smoke, every kill clean, methodical. But with each fallen body, the taste of bitterness lingered. The reminder of what was lost, of comrades forgotten, of the devastation left in the wake of Vi’s rampage through Piltover’s enforcers.

It almost hurt, but you didn’t have time for that now. Not when your life hung by a thread. Not when your mission felt like it was pushing you closer to the edge with each breath. Sentimentality would get you killed.

A loose pipeline caught your attention, a split second too late. You cursed yourself, but before they could spot you, you pulled yourself up, climbing with the ease of a shadow, your movements sharp, precise. Your back straightened, poised, like you were carved from stone.

Two men entered, their voices low, muffled by the clamor of the undercity, but you caught the words that mattered. You knew exactly who controlled what, and there she was—Vi—right at the heart of it all, tangled in the very fabric of this nightmare.

You didn't waste time.

You dropped silently behind them, your body folding like a spring. The world slowed as your daggers sang through the air, once, twice, three times. The first man collapsed with a gurgle, his face still frozen in surprise. The second lunged at you, his movements erratic, twitchy, too fast, too wild. Shimmer. You could smell it on him, thick and sour.

You sidestepped, your foot catching his ankle, tripping him as he came forward. He hit the ground hard, and you didn’t hesitate. Your blade sank deep into his back, a quiet promise to make it quick.

With the job done, you pulled your blade free, the steel whispering in the silence. You slipped the knife back into its sheath and grabbed your camera, snapping pictures of everything. Blueprints. Shimmer. Cash. Bodies. Whatever you could.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. You needed to move faster, but you didn’t know why.

The next stop wasn’t far, but the air felt colder as you approached. You slipped into another warehouse, careful as you slid through a gap in the roof. You weren’t sure if this was luck or just pure instinct, but you didn’t question it. The darkness swallowed you, and you moved like it was a part of you.

You perched above, hidden, waiting, your breath steady, your pulse thudding in your ears. Below, figures gathered around a table. The flicker of a dim light cast sharp shadows against the walls. You leaned in, closer, the wooden beams creaking beneath your weight, and for a moment, you froze.

Vi. She was staring right at you. But could she see you? You swallowed the knot in your throat, trying to steady your breath. No… no way. She couldn’t have.

But she kept talking. Her plans, her next moves, the meetings in this very place. Every word dripped with malice, a plan unfolding, a scheme that would lead to more bloodshed.

Her presence was undeniable. You had never seen her this close before. She was beautiful, in a way that made your skin crawl. Her skin, etched with intricate Zaunite symbols, was marred by the shimmer pulsing beneath it. You could see the gauntlets in the corner, the ones she’d stolen, the ones that had cost Jayce his life.

The memory made you flinch.

The next night, you found yourself in the same spot, poised, waiting. But something was different. You could feel it in the air, the way it shifted, how it pressed on you, making your skin feel too tight.

Vi had already spotted you. She knew. She had always known. The moment you made that noise, that mistake, she saw through you.

She watched you, calculating. She let you get close. Too close.

The meeting ended, and the others dispersed, but you stayed hidden in the shadows, your body coiled, ready to retreat. You thought she had gone, that maybe you’d made it through. But you didn’t count on her silence.

You untangled yourself from the shadows like a spider leaving its web. You grabbed your camera, ready to take the final round of pictures, but something was off.

It was too quiet.

You heard it then, a voice. Low, sweet, dangerous.

“Y’know, sweetheart, if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

Your heart dropped. Your cover was blown.

You tried to spin, to trip, to escape. But it was too late. She had you. Her grip on your ankle twisted you, holding you upside down, almost mocking you.

You pushed yourself off the ground with your hands, using every ounce of strength to break free, landing softly, poised like you had been taught. You reached for your daggers, eyes wide. She was right in front of you.

Vi.

And for the first time in your life, the future felt uncertain. Could you escape her? Would you survive?

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©️avonnimimi 2025

[sinful-lanterns]

remember that skin with Hamel as the black swan, Odile? Dancer reader! as the white swan, Odette…….Duet with Hamel…..dancing sex with Hamel yes, I was just randomly researching gay horror and came across this movie called the black swan, knowing me I can’t watch horror, especially not gay horror 😞 it’ll be too much overstimulation on screen for me, I’d much prefer reading it

CW: Implied sex in the dressing room, love bites, clit rubbing

Ahhhh imagine if you and Hamel were the two leads in the Swan Lake ballet. Hamel can’t help but be entranced by how lovely you are, the way you twirl beautifully on your toes and move under the burning stage lights. I don’t know much about the actual Swan Lake ballet, but if there is an act where you two dance with each other, Hamel can’t keep her eyes off you. Even when an audience fills the stage, the way Hamel looks at you is the complete opposite of how Odile is supposed to be. Odile is supposed to be cunning, manipulative, and envious of Odette, and yet all Hamel does is look at you longingly…

After a standing ovation, you return to your dressing room, exhausted yet showered with praise. You see Hamel enter your room and lock the door behind her with a click, waltzing over to you and breathlessly leaning over your shoulder. “You were beautiful out there, my swan…” she whispers, unable to keep herself from pressing a kiss to your neck and pushing you against the dresser.

It’s there where Hamel actually slips into the role of Odile. That cunning, manipulative side of hers as she roams her hands over your body and undoes the ribbons of your dress. It’s rare for Hamel to be so forward, yet she lifts your legs with ease —her arms are surprisingly strong due to being able to lift other ballerinas— and presses you up against the mirror, her fingers sliding down to your tights and rubbing you there.

Looks like the black swan has taken her mate for life. That dance on the stage was just courtship, now it was time for the real mating dance <3

[strugglingsapphic]

thinking about @c-rose2081 cellist chloe headcanon again

As a cellist myself, i think Chloe only performs for her family, but she does have people in the palace form an orchestra with her. Also i say chloe's cello is black, because my cello is black. I will now give you their favorite pieces

Ella: The Swan - Camille Saint Saëns or So this is love that Chloe transposed herself

Christopher: Masquerade Suite: Waltz - Aram Khachaturian (while she plays, he swiftly pulls Ella into a fast waltz, and Chloe has never seen as carefree of smiles on their faces as she does when her parents are dancing)

Bridget: waltz No. 2 - Cihat Aşkin

Chad: merry go round of life - Joe hisaishi (they do it as a duet, alternating between melody and harmony. Chloe loves it because it's beautiful and makes chad happy, hates it cause alto clef sucks)

Red: It takes one to tango - brian balmages (just go listen and you'll understand. Red has a thing for her gf playing heavier darker pieces)

Chloe: Concerto in E minor, RV 409 - Vivaldi

(you guys i made a whole classical playlist for them too, specifically for Red and Chloe, help.)

[seivsite]

Ok if ur asks are open HEAR ME OUT. ballerina reader tryna find a peaceful place to dance then jing yuan dan heng or any other hsr men saw you some how do they just stare in awe or tease the crap out of you lets say reader was dancing black swan/white swan or nut cracker and hrs men saw reader dancing 🤯🤯🤯 I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE INTERACTION‼️‼️‼️‼️

WHITE SWAN’S GRACE.

includes: jing yuan x fem!reader. friends to lovers, pinning, slight mentions of weight, vague mentions of drinking, mediocre proofread — wc: 694

(Name) had always loved ballet, even amidst all the hardships and trials she went through to become a renowned ballerina in Xianzhou.

Lately, everything has been stressing her out immensely, with her teacher becoming even harsher than usual, and people around her passing judgement on her so-called “added weight” and throwing backhanded insults.

Not wanting to dwell on those hurtful thoughts, she sought solace in a desire to dance your heart out in a secluded area, choosing a random song to let your emotions flow. Gracefully spinning and moving her hands elegantly, you became one with the music, dancing her feelings away.

As (Name) danced her heart out, she felt a sense of liberation, leaving behind all the stress and judgment that had weighed her down. The music guided her movements, and she poured her soul into every step and gesture.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of gold eyes were watching her from afar, captivated by her mesmerizing performance.

The observer was none other than Jing Yuan, the formidable and dozing General. He had been drawn to the enchanting melody of the music and followed it to find (Name) gracefully dancing like a true artist. He had seen her before, but this was the first time he had witnessed her true passion and talent for ballet.

Her beauty and grace transcended beyond words, and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away. She moved like a swan gliding across a peaceful lake, each motion delicate and precise, as if she were conveying her emotions through the dance.

Jing Yuan remained silent, not wanting to interrupt her moment of expression. He admired her from a distance, realizing just how much she had endured to become the renowned ballerina she was today.

He could sense the dedication and determination in every movement, a reflection of the challenges she had overcome to pursue her passion.

As the music reached a crescendo, (Name) performed a final, breathtaking leap, and her dance came to a graceful conclusion. She stood there, catching her breath, unaware of the silent audience that had witnessed her artistry.

Finally feeling that the time was right, Jing Yuan stepped forward, a warm smile on his lips. “That was truly beautiful,” he said, his voice gentle and full of admiration.

Startled by his presence but flattered by the compliment, (Name) turned to face him. Her heart raced, but there was something in his eyes that put her at ease.

“Thank you, General,” she replied, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“No need to be so formal; we’re friends, aren’t we?” he said.

She hummed in response, appearing deep in thought. Finally, she came to a conclusion in her head, and with a sweet smile, she called out, “Jing Yuan,” tilting her head curiously.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Dance with me,” she asked, pulling his hand into hers. She placed one of his hands on her waist and held the other in hers.

Slowly, they began waltzing, and she guided Jing Yuan with gentle whispers. After some time of getting used to the waltz, he twirled her around. Holding (Name) close to him made his heart flutter, and a faint blush appeared on his face.

Under the enchanting moonlight, they continued to dance and decided to get themselves a few drinks. Sharing laughter and drinks, (Name) felt significantly better than before, smiling and giggling at the silly dad jokes Jing Yuan told her.

Eventually, fatigue caught up to her, and she ended up falling asleep on Jing Yuan’s shoulder, causing him to flinch lightly. He sighed in fondness, brushing strands of hair away from her face, and decided to take her to his home and bedroom since he didn’t know her address.

He covered her with warm blankets and was about to retreat to the guest bedroom when he felt a tug on his arm, causing him to fall onto the bed beside (Name).

“Stay,” she whispered softly, “Please.”

“Okay, m’lady,” he chuckled, feeling emboldened as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight,” he said, snuggling comfortably under the blanket with her.

“Goodnight, qīng ài de,” she murmured before succumbing to the depths of slumber.

NOTES. JING YUAN MY :3 MAO MAO, he deserves all the love and fluff, he just deserves to be happy man give my mao a happy ending for once

TAG LIST. @yanqingisim

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[caramel-whiskeys-writing]

Black Butler Preference ~ Songs That Remind Them of You

Black Butler Masterlist

I was going to make a "Their Favourite Music" preference, but then I realized that using that one was more of genre things and I doubt anyone of these characters listen to anything but classical. So I thought, "Well, what if there were a couple songs that they tie their memories and emotions for the reader to." So here you go!

Sebastian Michaelis

Main Song:

The Secret History by Kerry Muzzey

Second Song:

Cello Suite No. 1 G Major by Johann Sebastian Bach

Ciel Phantomhive

Main Song: 

Swan Lake by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Second Song:

Les Memoires Blessees by Dark Sanctuary

Grell Sutcliff

Main Song:

A Vampires Heart by Peter Gundry

Second Song:

Death Waltz by Adam S Hurst

Claude Faustus

Main Song:

The Last Dance by Peter Gundry

Second Song:

Gothic Ballroom by Derek Fiechter

William T. Spears

Main Song:

Concerto For Lute, 2 Violins and Continuo in D major by Antonio Vivaldi

Secondary Song:

The Second Waltz, Op. 99a by Dmitri Shostakovich

I know this wasn't much, but I enjoyed deeply listening to these songs while aggressively thinking about the characters. 

Hope you enjoyed it!

Any Requests?

[darcylewisbingohq]

1. driftwood | bonfire | pyromania

2. sweater weather | a dark and stormy night| 10 days of rain

3. centaur | Sleepy Hollow, NY | bakotsu

4. Halloween virgin | Halloween veteran | Queen of Halloween

5. hidden lagoon | The Pettenedda (well monster) | a bunyip in the billabong

6. dungeon | hidden away in Hydra’s sub-basement | subterranean terror

7. supernatural harbinger (Vardøger) | bilocation (doppelgänger) | the Gothic double (Jekyll v. Hyde/Banner v. Hulk)

8. the Hanging Wood | Witches Castle | the Black Forest

9. Chinese Lantern | vampire fruit | Ghost Gum

10. sheet ghost | haunt | ghost POV

11. phobia | fear made flesh | [insert your personal fear here]

12. alienation | Hill of Crosses | “Waltzing Matilda”

13. mutation | sentient Hydra experiment | interviewing a monster

14. Sasquatch | Wild Man of the Woods | Silvanus (similar to a satyr or faun)

15. tarot cards | crystal ball | ouija board

16. a sling ring | a mystery portal | Doors of Death

17. immortal enemy(ies) to lover(s) | succubus soulmate | fiends for life

18. feline | witch’s familiar | thylacine sighting

19. dragon | La Gargouille | kaiju battle

20. enthrall | ‘like a moth to a flame’ | Mothman

21. a virgin sacrifice | fresh flesh | Drop Bear

22. cider festival | beer garden | Oktoberfest

23. rum runner | mooncusser | Half Moon Bay

24. Jersey Devil | Monster of Ravenna | La Llorona

25. costume | disguised naiad | swan maidens

26. (pre)deceased | axe murder | Fall River, Mass.

27. howl | werewolf | Forest of the Wolves

28. runic carvings | curse | a cult of witches

29. Blood Moon | The Hunt | the Wild Hunt/Santa Compaña

30. catacombs | reliquary | ossuary church

31. rich people Halloween party | a Gothic masquerade | Hydra’s Halloween Ball

Alternates

Because the Darcy Lewis Bingo Mod Team are writers and artists ourselves, we understand that not all prompts are created equal and, therefore, are not necessarily inspiring to all creators. So, for 2024-25, we are including a list of 10 fun, spooky alternate prompts you’re welcome to use on any day you get stumped by the creator prompts we’ve supplied above. Each alternate prompt may only be used once, however, so use them wisely and don’t take them for granted. These are not easier prompts by any means! And don’t forget that all of your Promptober fills must incorporate our beloved Lady of the Astrophysics Lab, Dr. Darcy Lewis!

A1. a 2-sentence horror story (req.: cannot be longer than 2 sentences & must tell a complete horror story)

A2. Darcy’s First Halloween

A3. a Halloween Darcy drabble (req.: exactly 100 words)

A4. the Avengers go out on Halloween Night in New York City

A5. an onomatopoeic story or poem (req.: must include at least 13 onomatopoetic words)

A6. a Darcy retelling of the Headless Horseman (or your favorite classic spooky story)

A7. an acrostic poem about Darcy, the Avengers, and Halloween

A8. The Mummy AU

A9. an autumnal Darcy haiku

A10. record a podfic (with permission) of a friend’s spookiest Darcy fic

With our alternates, this means every player begins this round of Promptober with a whopping 103 spooky season prompts. We can’t wait to see what you make of them in the year to come. Have a spooky time creating, Darcy Friends!

Promptober 2024 is a list of 31 this-that-or-the-other prompt themes handpicked by our mod team to cross international borders for creators to choose from to create spooky, oogie, or hygge fanworks for the autumn & Halloween season (or for Scary Christmas, Valloween/St. Guillotine’s Day, Half-Halloween, Gay Halloween!, Summerween, Scary Christmas in July, or Autumn Down Under for our Aussie creators). We continue to be not your mom so we’re not here to tell you when or how long you can celebrate your Spooky Season. Here at Darcy Lewis Bingo HQ, all your spooky holiday lifestyle choices are valid. In fact…

Important Dates & Deadlines

Promptober begins on August 3rd, 2024 this round, but you know how we feel about deadlines. 🔪 So, for this round of Promptober, we’re doing away entirely with hard deadlines and we mean it! You have from August 3rd, 2024 until our next Halloween event begins, and even beyond that, if you like! Though we do strongly recommend wrapping up this challenge before the next spooky challenge begins, this event remains open basically as long as this bingo exists. No pressure to complete, ever, just inspo and encouragement. 🧡

Promptober Challenges

Promptober Mini Challenge: choose and complete fannish works for any 13 of the prompts from this list for our mini challenge. Creators may choose 13 prompts from the list of prompts—any 13 prompts at all!

Promptober Mega Challenge: choose and complete fannish works for 31 of the listed prompts for our spooky main event! Creators may choose any 31 of the total 93 prompts listed to complete this event.

For an extra personal challenge, you may limit yourself to only posting a fanwork inspired by one of the prompts listed by the number that corresponds to each day of October for every day of the month all month long, but it’s absolutely not required for completion of this event. We want you to succeed and create, and to share new Darcy works, so our goal is always to support you in your fannish creative endeavors and make that as easy as possible.

*If you post every day in October as a personal challenge, mention us @darcylewisbingohq in your tumblr posts to let us know you’ve posted a new work or update so we can reblog your daily posts in as close to real time as possible. Once we’ve left a like on your post, rest assured: that means it’s in our queue, just waiting its turn to be featured on our blog.

Promptober 2024 Guidelines

Promptober fills must prominently feature our beloved Lady of Astrophysics, Dr. Darcy Lewis!

Promptober creators have all of our 2024-2025 round to work on this event! If you want to work on it the whole year until we release the next spooky season event, we encourage you to do that. If spooky challenges are particularly your jam, we’d love to see what you do with ours when you’ve got the whole year to tackle it!

entries—Your fanwork is NOT required to use the prompt exactly as it appears on this list. Prompts need only inspire your fanwork, whether they appear word for word in it or not. However the prompt inspires you is correct, as far as we’re concerned. Subvert the prompt, reverse the prompt, marry the prompt—it’s up to you.

All forms of fannish works are accepted and encouraged for this event! Fanfic, fanart, poetry, podfics, fanvids, playlists, fiber and other crafts, fan edits, moodboards, etc.

You may start posting your Promptober fanworks as soon as they’re ready to share. No need to wait until October and no need to rush to get them all done in that month, either.

Fanwork Fill Requirements

100 words for written works or word art, with the exception of poetry with independent formatting rules (such as haikus).

1 image for artwork or handcrafts of any kind and a description for the visually impaired of the medium used and what it represents.

1 image for cosplay or character-bounding and a description for the visually impaired of cosplay or clothing and any other fashion influences incorporated into the costume or clothing (be descriptive! talk about fabrics and colors, tone and texture! describe the emotions the colors you used evoke in you as the creator!)

9 elements for moodboards (background, images, texts, ephemera) and a description for the visually impaired of the moodboard and what it represents.

6 images for social media AUs and a description for the visually impaired of the creation and what it represents.

10 songs for playlists and a text list of artists and songs to give credit to the original artists, plus a description for the visually impaired of what the playlist represents and how it relates to Darcy.

Still not sure if your creation will meet the minimum prompt fill requirements? @ a mod! we’ll create new requirements based on new types of creator fanwork submissions, as needed.

These participation requirements are identical to our annual bingo event; those guidelines are always pinned at the top of our tumblr blog where they’re easy to find; the link to those guidelines and fill requirements can also be found on Discord in our #bingo-info channel.

[anonymouswriter2311]

Choose Me - Swan Queen

***

The heavy oak door of Regina’s mansion groaned as Emma Swan pushed it open, the sound echoing through the quiet foyer. She hesitated on the threshold, fidgeting with the strap of her leather jacket, the weight of her decision to come here pressing heavily on her chest. For a woman who regularly faced curses and monsters, asking for a dance lesson from Regina Mills felt oddly daunting.

“Emma,” Regina’s voice called from the parlor, smooth and authoritative. “You’re late.”

Emma rolled her eyes, the familiar bite of Regina’s tone offering a small sense of normalcy. “Yeah, yeah, punctuality’s not my strong suit.” She stepped inside, her boots clicking against the polished floor as she followed the soft strains of classical music.

When Emma entered the parlor, she stopped short. The room was bathed in warm, golden light from a chandelier overhead, the shadows flickering softly in time with the crackling fire in the hearth. Regina stood near the center, dressed in an elegant black blouse and tight skirt, her dark hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. A record player in the corner spun a slow, lilting waltz.

Emma shoved her hands into her pockets, suddenly feeling underdressed in her jeans and flannel shirt. “Wow, this is…fancy.”

Regina arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Did you expect anything less?”

“Guess not.” Emma stepped further into the room, eyeing the setup. “So, uh, thanks for doing this. I could’ve asked Snow, but…”

“Snow would have been a terrible choice,” Regina interrupted, her smirk widening. “Charming has two left feet, and your mother is even worse.” She walked toward Emma with a fluid grace, extending a hand. “Come on. Let’s see just how hopeless you are.”

Emma snorted, though her stomach fluttered as she placed her hand in Regina’s. “Don’t sugarcoat it or anything.”

Regina’s fingers were cool and steady against Emma’s as she guided her to the center of the room. “I don’t waste time with platitudes, Miss Swan. If you want to avoid stepping on your husband’s feet during your wedding dance, you’ll listen and follow my lead.”

The mention of Hook sent a brief pang of guilt through Emma, but she shoved it down. “Got it. Lead away, Your Majesty.”

Regina stepped close, her hand resting lightly on Emma’s waist while her other hand held Emma’s in a firm yet gentle grip. Emma stiffened at the sudden proximity, her breath catching as the scent of Regina’s perfume—something rich and floral—washed over her.

“Relax,” Regina murmured, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. “You can’t dance if you’re this tense.”

“Yeah, well, standing this close to you would make anyone tense,” Emma muttered, avoiding Regina’s gaze.

Regina chuckled, low and throaty, and Emma’s cheeks burned. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” Emma lied, her voice too quick and sharp.

Regina’s knowing smile only deepened as she began to guide Emma through the first steps of the dance. “One, two, three. One, two, three. Follow my movements. Don’t overthink.”

Easier said than done. Emma stumbled almost immediately, her foot catching Regina’s.

“Sorry!” Emma grimaced, expecting Regina to snap at her, but Regina only tightened her grip slightly, steadying her.

“Stop apologizing. Try again.”

Emma nodded, biting her lip as she focused on Regina’s movements. The music swelled around them, the notes lilting and light. Slowly, Emma began to fall into rhythm, her steps matching Regina’s. They moved together in a gentle circle, the rest of the world melting away until there was only the music and the warmth of Regina’s hand on her waist.

“See?” Regina murmured, her lips curving into a small smile. “You’re not entirely hopeless.”

“Gee, thanks,” Emma said, but there was no bite in her words. Her heart was pounding, though not from the effort of the dance.

The smile lingered on Regina’s face as she glanced down at Emma’s feet, making sure she stayed on time. “You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for. You just need to trust yourself.”

Emma’s breath hitched. There was something about the way Regina said those words, her voice softer than Emma had ever heard it, that sent a shiver down her spine. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and Emma felt an unfamiliar warmth bloom in her chest.

“So,” Emma said, clearing her throat in an attempt to break the tension, “how do you know how to dance like this, anyway? Fancy mayor lessons?”

Regina tilted her head, her expression turning wistful. “I was a Queen long before I became mayor, Miss Swan.” Her voice darkened slightly, the edge of bitterness unmistakable. “One of the few lessons I actually appreciated.”

Emma frowned, the hint of pain in Regina’s voice tugging at her. “Regina…”

Before she could say more, Regina’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her slightly closer. “Focus, Miss Swan. You’re getting distracted.”

Emma’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she let Regina guide her, their movements becoming smoother with every step. For a fleeting moment, Emma allowed herself to get lost in the dance, the closeness, and the way Regina’s eyes softened when they looked at her.

But deep down, she knew this was dangerous territory.

The music shifted, the melody deepening into something slower, richer, as Regina guided Emma through the movements. Their steps were fluid now, the initial awkwardness gone, but with it came a tension Emma wasn’t sure how to handle.

Regina’s hand rested firmly against her waist, her other hand holding Emma’s just tightly enough to ground her. The firelight flickered across Regina’s face, softening the sharp edges of her features. She was breathtaking, and that thought alone made Emma’s chest tighten.

“Better,” Regina said, her voice low and smooth, a hint of approval in her tone. “You’re not tripping over my feet anymore. I’d almost call that progress.”

Emma grinned, trying to keep the mood light even as her pulse raced. “Careful, Regina. If you keep complimenting me, I might start thinking you like me.”

Regina arched an elegant eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Emma laughed, the sound breaking the tension for a brief moment. But then Regina spun her gently, their hands never losing contact, and when Emma returned to face her, the air between them shifted again. The laughter faded, replaced by something heavier, something that made Emma’s throat dry.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Emma asked, her voice quieter than she intended.

“Like what?” Regina countered, her expression unreadable, though there was a faint softness in her eyes that Emma couldn’t ignore.

“Like…” Emma hesitated, her words catching in her throat. “Never mind.”

Regina tilted her head, her dark eyes searching Emma’s face. “You’re overthinking again,” she said softly, her voice almost teasing, though there was a warmth beneath it. “Relax. Just follow me.”

Emma swallowed hard, nodding as she tried to focus on the steps instead of the way Regina’s hand felt against her waist. She could feel the heat of Regina’s palm through the fabric of her shirt, and it was both comforting and entirely overwhelming.

The dance continued, their movements growing more seamless with each turn. But the tension only grew, threading through the space between them like an unspoken question neither of them was ready to ask.

“You’re surprisingly graceful,” Regina said after a moment, her voice breaking the silence.

“Surprisingly?” Emma shot her a mock glare, grateful for the distraction.

Regina’s lips twitched in amusement. “I suppose I should have more faith in your abilities. You’ve proven me wrong before.”

Emma smiled, though her chest tightened at the way Regina was looking at her—like she wasn’t just talking about the dance. She tried to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks, but it was impossible when Regina’s gaze felt so intent, so piercing.

“Regina…” Emma started, unsure of what she wanted to say.

Regina’s grip on her waist shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against Emma’s side. “Yes?”

The question hung in the air, and Emma suddenly felt like the ground beneath her had disappeared. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but it felt like a line was being crossed, one they could never uncross.

The music slowed, the final notes of the song fading into the silence of the room. Regina didn’t let go, and neither did Emma. They stood there, still locked in the dance, their bodies close enough that Emma could feel the warmth radiating from Regina’s skin.

“You’re staring again,” Regina murmured, her voice soft but filled with something Emma couldn’t quite place.

Emma blinked, realizing too late that she had been. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t apologize,” Regina interrupted, her tone gentle. She stepped closer, her grip on Emma’s waist tightening just enough to keep her in place. “Not for that.”

Emma’s breath hitched, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure Regina could hear it. “What are we doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Regina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she reached up with her free hand, brushing a stray strand of hair away from Emma’s face. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a shiver down Emma’s spine.

“Dancing,” Regina said finally, though there was a tremor in her voice now, a vulnerability Emma had never heard before.

“Regina…” Emma’s voice broke, her hands trembling as she clung to Regina’s. She felt like she was standing on the edge of something vast and terrifying, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to step back.

“You’re not thinking about the wedding,” Regina said quietly, her eyes locked on Emma’s. It wasn’t a question.

Emma opened her mouth to argue, to say something—anything—but no words came out. She couldn’t lie, not when Regina was looking at her like that.

“I didn’t think so,” Regina said, her lips curving into a sad smile. “You forget how terrible you are at hiding your emotions.”

Emma huffed out a shaky laugh, though it was tinged with something like panic. “Guess you know me too well, huh?”

Regina’s smile faded, replaced by an intensity that made Emma’s knees weak. “Yes,” she said simply, her voice low and steady. “I do.”

They stood there, frozen in the moment, the fire crackling softly in the background. Emma could feel her resolve slipping, crumbling under the weight of the tension between them. She didn’t know who moved first—maybe it was her, maybe it was Regina—but suddenly their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling.

“Emma…” Regina’s voice was barely a whisper now, her hand brushing against Emma’s cheek.

Emma closed her eyes, her heart pounding as she leaned in, the space between them disappearing. The kiss, when it came, was soft at first—tentative, hesitant, as if they were both afraid to break the moment. But then it deepened, passion and longing spilling out in a way neither of them could control.

Time seemed to stop as they clung to each other, the world outside the parlor forgotten. The kiss was everything—gentle and desperate, filled with years of unspoken emotions finally given a voice.

The fire crackled softly, the flames casting flickering shadows across the walls, but Emma barely noticed. All she could focus on was Regina—her lips, her eyes, her hand still gently brushing Emma’s cheek. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by the sound of their breaths mingling in the small space left between them.

Emma should have pulled away. She knew it. She should have stepped back, made some awkward joke, and walked out of the room. But she didn’t.

Regina’s thumb traced along Emma’s cheekbone, her touch so soft it sent a shiver down Emma’s spine. “Emma…” Regina whispered, her voice trembling with something Emma couldn’t quite name.

Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every rational thought. “Regina, I—”

Before she could finish, before the words could tumble out and ruin whatever this was, she leaned in. The second kiss, sudden and desperate, their lips meeting in a collision of heat and emotion. Emma’s hands flew to Regina’s waist, gripping her like she was afraid she might disappear.

This kiss was different from the first—there was no hesitation, no restraint. It was fierce, raw, and filled with every unspoken word they’d never had the courage to say. Regina responded immediately, her arms winding around Emma’s neck, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

For a moment, nothing else existed—no wedding, no expectations, no consequences. Just them.

But then reality crept back in, cold and unforgiving. Emma broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, stepping back as if the distance might help her breathe again. “I—I can’t,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

Regina’s lips parted, her breathing uneven as she stared at Emma with wide, vulnerable eyes. “Emma…”

Emma shook her head, her hands trembling as she raked them through her hair. “This isn’t supposed to happen,” she said, her voice breaking. “I’m getting married, Regina. I’m supposed to be with him.”

Regina flinched, the words landing like a blow. But she didn’t step back. Instead, she straightened, her shoulders squaring as she took a slow, deliberate step forward. “Then why are you here, Emma?”

“I don’t know,” Emma admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I just—I couldn’t stay away.”

Regina’s gaze softened, and she reached out, her fingers brushing against Emma’s once more. “You couldn’t stay away because this—us—means something. You know it does.”

Emma’s chest ached at the truth in Regina’s words, but she couldn’t bring herself to agree. She wanted to, God, she wanted to, but the weight of her responsibilities—of the life she’d built with Hook—pressed down on her like a leaden weight.

“I can’t just throw everything away,” Emma said, her voice cracking. “People are counting on me. He’s counting on me.”

Regina’s expression shifted, her vulnerability replaced by a fierce determination. “And what about you, Emma? What do you want?”

Emma’s breath hitched, the question hitting her like a physical blow. “I don’t know,” she said again, the words feeling hollow even as she spoke them.

Regina shook her head, a faint, sad smile tugging at her lips. “Yes, you do. You’ve always known. You’re just too scared to admit it.”

“I’m not scared,” Emma said, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Regina stepped closer, her hand reaching up to cup Emma’s cheek again. Her touch was steady, grounding, and Emma found herself leaning into it despite the storm raging inside her.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Regina said softly, her voice a whisper that wrapped around Emma like a balm. “Not with me.”

Emma’s resolve crumbled. Before she could think better of it, she surged forward, capturing Regina’s lips in another kiss. This one was slower, more deliberate, but no less passionate. It was filled with everything Emma had been holding back, everything she was too afraid to say aloud.

Regina responded instantly, her hands tangling in Emma’s hair as she kissed her back with equal fervor. For a moment, Emma allowed herself to get lost in it again—the taste of Regina’s lips, the warmth of her body pressed against hers.

But reality was cruel, and it didn’t let her stay in that moment for long. She broke the kiss again, her chest heaving as she took a stumbling step back.

“I can’t,” Emma said, tears welling in her eyes. “I can’t do this, Regina.”

Regina’s expression faltered, her composure slipping as the vulnerability returned. “Why not?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Because it’s easier to settle for something safe? Because you’re afraid to want more?”

“That’s not fair,” Emma snapped, though the words felt hollow even as she said them.

“Isn’t it?” Regina shot back, her voice rising. “You think I don’t know what this is? You think I don’t know what you’re feeling? I see it, Emma. Every time you look at me, I see it.”

Emma shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I don’t know what I’m feeling, okay? I don’t know how to handle this. But I can’t just… walk away from everything.”

Regina’s gaze softened, her anger fading as she stepped closer once more. “I’m not asking you to walk away, Emma. I’m asking you to choose. Choose me. Not because it’s easy, but because it’s what you want.”

Emma’s throat tightened, her vision blurring with tears. She wanted to say something, to give Regina the answer she deserved, but she couldn’t.

“I—” Emma started, but her voice broke.

Regina nodded, her jaw tightening as she stepped back, giving Emma the space she so clearly needed. “I won’t beg,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But I won’t let you pretend this doesn’t matter, either.”

Emma didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Instead, she turned and fled, the sound of her boots echoing through the silent mansion.

Regina watched her go, the tears she’d been holding back finally spilling over as the door closed behind Emma.

The wind howled outside the mansion as Emma leaned against the closed door of the parlor, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. Her head swam, her heart a tangle of emotions she couldn’t untangle no matter how hard she tried. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to calm down, but the memory of Regina’s kiss—of both kisses—refused to fade.

Regina’s words echoed in her mind like a relentless drumbeat: Choose me.

Emma pressed her palms against her eyes, her heart aching as guilt and longing battled for control. She felt pulled in two directions, torn between the life she’d built with Hook and the life Regina had promised with that single, desperate plea.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, trembling and lost, but the sound of footsteps approaching snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned, half expecting to see Regina standing there, her expression guarded but her eyes full of hope.

But the hallway was empty.

Emma let out a shaky breath, her hands falling to her sides. She couldn’t stay here. Not like this. She needed air, space to think. Without another glance back, she pushed off the door and hurried down the corridor, out of the mansion and into the night.

The docks were quiet, the waves lapping gently against the pier as Emma sat on a crate, staring out at the dark water. Her hands were shoved deep into her jacket pockets, the chill of the night doing little to calm the storm inside her.

She’d thought coming here would help, that the familiar sights and sounds of the harbor would ground her. But the sea breeze only carried more questions, more doubt.

The sound of boots on the wooden planks made her tense, and she turned her head to see Killian—Hook—approaching, his dark coat billowing slightly in the wind. His expression softened when he saw her, his usual swagger tempered by concern.

“There you are, love,” he said, stopping a few feet away. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Emma forced a smile, but it felt hollow even to her. “Sorry. I just… needed some air.”

Hook studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing. “You’ve been distant lately,” he said, his tone careful, as if he were afraid of pushing too hard. “Is everything all right?”

Emma opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. She wanted to tell him the truth, to lay it all out and let him decide what to do with it. But the weight of it all felt too heavy, too messy to put into words.

“I’m fine,” she said instead, the lie leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

Hook’s gaze lingered on her, doubt flickering in his eyes, but he nodded. “If you say so.”

He reached for her hand, his touch warm and steady, but Emma flinched, pulling away before she could stop herself.

Hook’s hand fell to his side, and his expression shifted, hurt flashing across his face before he masked it with a forced smile. “It’s the wedding, isn’t it? You’re nervous.”

Emma nodded quickly, latching onto the excuse like a lifeline. “Yeah. It’s just… a lot.”

Hook stepped closer, his voice softening. “You don’t have to go through this alone, Emma. Whatever’s weighing on you, I’m here. Always.”

Emma’s chest tightened, guilt twisting like a knife in her gut. He meant it—she could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. And yet, it wasn’t enough to quiet the voice in her head, the one that whispered Regina’s name over and over like a prayer.

“I know,” Emma said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I need some time to figure things out. Can you give me that?”

Hook hesitated, his jaw clenching slightly, but he nodded. “Of course,” he said, though his voice was strained. “Take all the time you need.”

Emma offered him a small, grateful smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you.”

As he turned and walked away, Emma felt the ache in her chest deepen. She hated hurting him, hated the way his shoulders slumped as he disappeared into the night. But she couldn’t ignore the truth any longer.

She didn’t belong here, not with him.

***

The mansion was dark when Emma returned, the only light coming from the faint glow of the fire in the parlor. She hesitated in the doorway, her heart pounding as she saw Regina sitting by the hearth, a glass of wine in her hand.

Regina didn’t look up, her gaze fixed on the flames. “Back so soon?” she said, her voice cool but not unkind.

Emma stepped inside, her boots scuffing softly against the floor. “I couldn’t stay away.”

Regina’s lips twitched, a faint, humorless smile crossing her face. “That seems to be a pattern with you.”

Emma took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she stepped closer. “You were right,” she said, her voice breaking.

Regina finally looked up, her eyes guarded but shining with a faint glimmer of hope. “About what?”

“About everything,” Emma admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “About me, about him, about… us.”

Regina set her glass down, standing slowly. “What are you saying, Emma?”

Emma swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she met Regina’s gaze. “I’m saying that I choose you,” she said, her voice trembling. “Not because it’s easy, or because it makes sense, but because it’s what I want.”

Regina’s breath hitched, her eyes wide as she stared at Emma. “Do you mean that?”

Emma nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stepped closer. “I’ve been running from this for so long, and I’m tired of running. I don’t want to live a life that’s safe or expected. I want you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then Regina closed the distance between them, her hands cupping Emma’s face as she kissed her deeply, passionately, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss.

Emma melted into it, her arms wrapping around Regina as the world faded away. This was where she belonged—here, in Regina’s arms, in this moment that felt more real than anything she’d ever known.

When they finally broke apart, Regina rested her forehead against Emma’s, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that,” she whispered.

Emma smiled through her tears, her heart full for the first time in what felt like forever. “I think I do,” she said softly.

And for the first time, she felt free.

[eluxcastar]

Writing here because the type limit for comment in that one anon is FEOLSEKFMSEF.

NAUR, NOT THE FINAL LESSON NUH UH. If Arlecchino canonically doesn't die next patch, Brighella shouldn't too… BET. I do love the idea of a match between Cap and Brig! (wait, tf do we name her if she ain't "brighella" the fatui harbinger like it is the name she only knows) I mean, I did think about about her dying too… so tempting. I kinda ride that Acheron idea, some intense danceeee ehe… Her ult kinda has the Arle schemed and vice versa.

Angst material… hmmm, I did have an idea but it was only IF Arlecchino was centuries old but due to her taking over recently by canon that is scrapped because it is too inaccurate by the possibility lol. (It involved lowkey dying, and giving her heart to Arle then did get resurrected by the abyss order for them to use but she went rebellious and just lingers around Teyvat and the Abyss). A dance between the two, YES. I've always thought of Arlecchino being incapable of being romantic with Brighella beyond obsession. But, with all those fanfics I am consumed by sweet Arle with acts of service... Hahaha! We shall wait for the next patch on her potential emotional stance ykyk... Maybe she does care, despite having the reputation of discarding anything that does not benefit her. For me, Arlecchino is more of "You belong to me" kind of person not "You belong with me" Hold up gotta reread the lore stuff, after doing an assignment

Hehe Final Lesson inspiration I knew it was evil ALRIGHT it's on if Arle doesn't die I won't kill Brig either but if she does not only will I cry but I'll make it worse

I still call her Brighella, but she was also briefly called Matilda in my notes after the folksong Waltzing Matilda (what is she but a jolly swagman camped by a billabong (￣▽￣) wait I just realised she lives in Wangshuu Inn next to a body of water—she IS a jolly swagman camped by a billabong (°ロ°) !)

I also struggled so bad with the fact Arle is young because like, the timeline was screwing me over in my original plans (；￣Д￣) I was like WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE OLD (to my friend if you're reading this GO AWAY it's NOT because of the accusations I like old people) it would've made my life easier, but alas miHoYo can never do such things. I would have loved that idea because it's so edible— SACRIFICING herself for Arle??? Then Arle having to grapple with potentially being responsible for Brig becoming an unwilling pawn of the abyss??? delicious (*/▽＼*)

I LOVE the dance between Acheron and Black Swan sm something about those vibes just fits them so well

Yk I agree with that philosophy that Arle is a "you belong to me" not a "you belong with me" kinda person. I also like the idea Arle is lowkey obsessed with her (and though it's subtle in OoR it's sprinkled in there ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ) I wish that it didn't get so long it lagged every word program I put it through because I think when I rewrite it, I'll lean into that more and draw out the time it takes for them to come to an agreement ( ◡‿◡ *) Possibly a mix of the two where her 'love' for Brighella is born of obsession, their relationship is probably in some manner unhealthy, but she may be able to learn to love her normally as well (I doubt either of these people are capable of a healthy or normal relationship LMAO)

Random fun fact to throw into this one: the differences in thinking about their relationship are also what prompted me to have her completely unable to understand why Brighella gave up so easily and generally have there be a disconnect between what Brig wants and what Arle wants for her (ノ*°▽°*) because those are two very different things

Second song idea for the two of them I had five seconds ago: Fire and the Flood by Vance Joy ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover 11

Zoro was just lifting weights after Sanji left after morning stretches and smoke break. The sun was just peeking out from behind the clouds, Luffy and Usopp were playing some weird game he didn't understand the rules to, and Nami was in her room working on maps. Mr. Noodles (would the name ever not be funny?) waltzed up to him, half a bird sticking out of mouth. He sat down and chipred at him. Zoro put his weight down and couched next to the little black cat.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Zoro asked, stroking the soft fur atop of the cat's head. Mr. Noodles purred and rubbed against his hand before dropping the dead bird at his feet. The bird in question was legit bigger than the cat himself. “Your first kill way to go, heh maybe you join us during battle. Those claws of yours would hurt,” Mr. Noodles stretched out and batted at the bird when all of a sudden, it moved. It flew right at his face. “Shit! Fucking dam it!” Zoro swore in alarm, backing away from the flying animal coming at his face.

Mr. Noodles jumped in the air and caught the bird once again. Once he landed, he gave him a dirty look and flounced off. They all kept the doors and port hole cracked open for the cat to come and go as he pleased. They had accidently locked the poor thing in the bathroom and another time in the boys' room. Zoro went back to lifting weights. Who knows where that crazy cat went to. It was only a few minutes later he heard the screaming voice of Nami. Zoro dropped his weight and ran. Luffy flag himself towrds Nami's room, Usopp hot on his heals, the kitchen door banged open as Sanji also ran out.

When they got thire, Nami was hiding under her deck while the bird from eailer flew around the room in a painc, dripping blood from its wonds. All the while, Mr. Noddle leapt at it, trying to catch it once again.

“Sanji! Your carzy cat brught me a fucking live bird!” Nami screamed at Sanji. "Get him outa here!"

“Of course! I'm so sorry about that, Nami,” Sanji ran to scope up Mr. Noodles just as he lept for brid once again.

“Sanji! Duck!” Usopp called out from next to him his sling shot in hand, his boyfriend ducked clothing his cat in his arms and Usopp fired, taking the ingred bird with one shot. Sanji hurried over to their side as Usopp went grab his kill.

“Wow!” Luffy exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, nearly hitting him in the process.

“Sorry cat looks like you didn't get your frist kill after all,” Zoro spoke to the small black cat in Sanji's arms.

“He's alredy had his first kill moss, he brings me a mouse in the mornings,”

“Eww,” Nami spoke, crawling out from under the table. “Mr. Noddles, you are not allowed to bring me any animals, got it!” Nami wagged her finger sterntly at the cat.

“Mreow,” Mr. Noddles mowed pathicly in Sanjis arms.

“He's sorry, Nami-swan, I'll make you something to make up for it,”

“Tanghulu, and a cocktail,” Nami ordered his boyfriend. Normally, Zoro would argue about this. He felt kinda bad thugh, her room was now a mess with feathers and spaters of blood everywhere.

“Sannnjjji!” Luffy cried holding up the dead bird, he could only want one thing. “Can I eat it?!”

“Sure, I'll cook it up for you later after I get Nami her treat,”

“Yahoo!” Luffy cried out still holding the bird.

“All right! Everybody get the fuck out of my room!” Nami yelled, pointing up the stairs to the door. “Thank you for checking on me but I need to clean up this mess,” With that they all made their way back onto the deck, Nami closing the door behind them.

“You're gonna be a little menace aren't you buddy?” Sanji asked, looking down at the cat in his arms.

“He'll fit right in on the crew then,” Zoro pointed out. “I mean just look at our captain,”

[onna-musha-mari]

𝟙𝟚 𝔻𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕞𝕒𝕤

𝕕𝕖𝕔. 𝟚𝟜 ✧ 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 ✧ 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕝

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕟

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘/ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣: William J. Moriarty x Eliza Swan (s/i) (Moriarty the Patriot)

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤: 794

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: fluff, mentions of murder/poisoning (casual Lord of Crime stuff), cursing, not proofread

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: Another one that I instantly knew which character/pairing I wanted when I read the prompt. Adding this really quick, when I made Eliza I completely forgot about the Pirates of the Caribbean character who has a similar name, I did not base her off said character and all similarities are purely coincidental. Christmas light dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

William stood near a table, looking out the windows of the estate. He had been invited to a Christmas party held by one of the nobles in his, ‘circle’. He would much rather be anywhere else. His classroom, his study, his room, anywhere not surrounded by nobles who thought they were better than anyone else just because they were born into their wealth, their name, their power.

“Ahem,” the young man at the top of the staircase cleared his throat, about to announce the name of the next guest who had arrived.

“Lady Eliza Mellisa Swann”

Now, there’s a face he absolutely needed to see, Eliza M. Swann, or, as he also knew her, The Black Swan, someone who shared his ambitions, his goals, his heart. She walked down the steps, her green gown matching her eye color, her red hair pinned up with a silver hair pin, one with a Swan. He should know, he bought it for her.

Now, Miss Swan was a well known noblewoman, single at the age of 24, no husband, engagement, or courtship with anyone. It doesn’t help that she was lovely to look at, striking red hair, soft hair, kind eyes, William didn’t blame others for finding her attractive.

But there was a side he got to see of her that others didn’t, she was a brilliant chemist, using her toxins and chemicals in helping fulfill his punishments as the Lord of crime. She was brilliant, stubborn, and a bit of a smart ass at times, but she was also his. They couldn’t risk being ‘official’, rather, William didn’t want her to face any consequences when he finally reveals himself to the world as the Lord of Crime. It was one thing for them to be known as friends when it happens, but if they were courting, or married, then it would only turn out worse for her in the end.

But that was not what he was focused on, William was focused on Eliza, suddenly forgetting why he wanted to leave this Christmas Party. Finding a reason to stay as long as he would be allowed.

A bit later into the night, the orchestra played a waltz, and William spotted Eliza dancing with an older nobleman. William set his glass down on one of the waiters trays, moving onto the ball floor as he made his way up to Eliza and her dance partner.

William tapped her shoulder gently, “If it is not a bother, may I steal you away Lady Swan?”

“Lord Moriarty, I would not mind at all.”

The gentleman let he go, finding other dance partner as William and Eliza held each other close, dancing in a slow rhythm.

“I did not know you were going to be here Lord Moriarty, I would’ve come earlier to enjoy your company.”

“You need not have to worry about missing out on my company, you may have that whenever you wish, Ellie.”

Eliza chuckled to herself, swaying with the orchestral music.

“Someone’s bold, you cheeky little bastard.”

“Maybe it’s the festivities, makes me feel like a bit of a romantic, I apologize if my words are too forward, Lady Swan”

Too forward, ha, like they haven’t spent evenings at his manor, with William’s head in her lap as they would take turns reading to the other. Simply enjoying each other’s company. Or the times they would rest against each other by the fireplace, a blanket over both of their laps.

“Not to forward at all, Liam.”

Once the dance had ended, the two found themselves together alone in one of the balconies. Looking out at the gentle snowfall the barley coated the ground.

“I must admit, I do love this time of year, the parties, the food, all of it. Christmas is the only time of year I go to a ball and not wish I could just go back to my lab.”

William smiled at her words, understanding her thoughts.

“I do suppose it as a certain charm to it.”

William noticed Eliza looked a little cold, so he draped his coat over her shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, you looked like you needed it more than I.”

“William?”

“Yes Eliza?”

She rested her head on his shoulder, the noise from the party inside being drowned out by their synchronized breathing.

“I enjoy this…these little moments.” Eliza softly told him, keeping her head in place.

“I do too. I’m lucky I get to have them with you my beloved.”

“You’re certainly a bold one tonight.”

“I simply love the face you make whenever I call you that.”

“Oh stop.”

William laughed and kissed her temple, rubbing her hands with his to keep them warm, “Merry Christmas my beloved”

“Merry Christmas too you to my love”

[obsessedwithlarkin]

CLUB DANCE @ JUMP PHOENIX:

CLUB DANCE X2 ( Strut & Pre-Co):

•Elodie Olson- Spanish Rose

• Kambria Merrill- Halleluiah

• Elodie Gardiner - Broadway Baby

• Charlotte Seals - Yellow

• Kendall Lovrant- My Boyfriend's Back

• Scarlett Bernard - Skinny Love

• Audrie Sing - Come Into My Arms

• Robert Lancester - If I Ain't Got You

• Brylin Drummond - Bluebirds

• Lucy Curtis - These Boots Are Made For Walking

• Finley Adcox- Landslide

• Aria Chaidez- That's My Boy

• Everly Goldsmith- Roxie

• Hannah Slater- Snowing

• Moon River - Mini Lyrical Line

• I Have A Dream - Mini Contemporary Group

• Don't Worry About Me - Mini Lyrical Group

• Good To Go - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• Ladies Room - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• Avery Palacios- Off With Their Heads

• Angels Standing By - Mini Lyrical Extended Line

• Can't Turn Me Loose - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• 9 to 5 - Mini MT Extended Line

• Ballroom Blitz - Mini Specialty Extended Line

• Dreams - Mini Lyrical Extended Line

• Rythm Nation - Teen Ballroom Extended Line

• What I Like About You - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Distortion - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Goodbye Forever - Teen Lyrical Extended Line

• Shine - Teen MT Line

• Empty Note - Teen Contemporary Line

• House Party - Teen Hip-Hop Production

• Rinse And Repeat - Teen Jazz Group

• Anything I Do - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Wild - JUMPStart Specialty Extended Line

• Jet Set - JUMPStart MT Extended Line

• One Jump - JUMPStart MT Extended Line

• Walk The Dinosaur - Open Jazz Production

• Pink Cadillac- JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

• Mambo N 5 - JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

• Remember Me- JUMPStart Lyrical Line

• Baby I'm A Star - JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

CLUB DANCE COMPANY:

• River Sergerman- Body Language

• Claire Pistor- Bad Dreams

• Sophia Schiano - Dynamite

• Emma Scott- Forsaken

• Kortlynn Rosenbaugh- Retrace

• Hannah Bozer- End Scene

• Alexis Alvarez- Light Bodied

• Zoe Laird - Yea

• Lily Knopps- I Dreamed A Dream

• Delaney Poulson - Once Upon Another Time

• Jolene Serna- Lipstick

• Presley Ortiz- Glamourous

• Kaia Erby- Something's Got A Hold On Me

• Bella Linman- Black Swan

• Kennedy Marble- Bitter Earth

• Harlow Hilmo- Let You Go

• Harper Schwalb - The Night

• Makayla Jackman- La Flor

• Hadlie Scott- Shallow Water

• Brooklyn Besch- A Dream Discarded

• Kendyl Miller- Compassion

• Kynzlie Plote- Reminisence

• Elsie Sandall- Love Forgotten

• Mali Photnetrakhom- Powershift

• Lucia Piedrahita- I Wish To Tell You

• Tatum Self- The Poet

• Mikayla Isler- How Come You Don't Call Me

• Isla Gardner- Waiting Game

• Sam Martineu - Ten Hearts

• Amaya Weeks- All I Am

• Julia Chavez - Where Memories Lie

• Chloe Slone - Pushing Past

• Cara Hart- Take My Love

• Kinley Palmer- Let Yourself Go

• Mariah Bland- Danny's Allstar Joint

• Cambrie O'Haver- Winter

• Finley Nielsen- Remember Me

• Jaxon Adamson- Workin' Day And Night

• Sleeping Beauty Waltz - Mini Ballet Line

• Nixie Vance- I Am A Woman

• Jailhouse Rock- Mini MT Extended Line

• Faye Cunnigham- Sweet Old Fashioned Girl

• These Boots - Mini Jazz Line

• Clear Blue Morning - Mini Lyrical Extended Line

• Emma Kleve - Walkin' After Midnight

• Ya Ya- Mini Jazz Group

• River Robbins- Wild And Reckless

• I Saw Him Standing There - Mini Jazz Extended Line

• Kinley Martz- Respect

• Navy Forrest- I Love You

• Bluebirds - Mini Contemporary Line

• Aspen Brandt- Black Velvet

• Send In The Clowns - Mini Lyrical Line

• Kensington Ferrin- Evil Gal Blues

• Stand By Me - Lyrical Line

• Be Italian - Mini MT Extended Line

• Save Me Not - Mini Contemporary Group

• Werk It - Mini Jazz Group

• Emersyn Varker- These Boots

• Eastyn Vose- Eternity

• Bryn Spears - Youth

• Fragments - Teen Ballet Line

• Somebody That I Used To Know - Teen Tap Extended Line

• Petrichor - Teen Contemporary Extended Line

• Maneater - Senior Jazz Extended Line

• Breathe - Teen Specialty Line

• Fragile Humanity - Senior Contemporary Group

• The Chain - Teen Jazz Group

• Pump Up The Jam - Teen Jazz Extended Line

• Who Lights The Sun - Teen Contemporary Line

• Torn - Teen Lyrical Line

• Life In Plastic - Teen MT Production

• Grand March - Junior Ballet Line

• Dolls - JUMPStart Ballet Extended Line

• Microphone - JUMPStart Jazz Extended Line

• Pon De Replay - Junior Specialty Line

• Footloose - JUMPStart Tap Extended Line

• Another Day Of Sun - Junior Tap Extended Line

• I Will Always Love You- JUMPStart Lyrical Line

• Chasing Cars - Junior Lyrical Line

• You Raise Me Up - JUMPStart Lyrical Extended Line

• The Masks We Wear - Junior Contemporary Line

• On The Beach - JUMPStart MT Extended Line

• Before We Were Yours - Junior Contemporary Extended Line

• Songbird - JUMPStart Contemporary Group

• Memories Fade - Junior Lyrical Extended Line

• Hot, Hot, Hot - JUMPStart Ballroom Production

• Sway - Junior Jazz Group

• Love, Love, Love - JUMPStart MT Group

• Human Rights - Junior Contemporary Group

• Motown - Junior Ballroom Production

• Hit Me With Your Best Shot - JUMPStart Jazz Line

• Black Cat - Junior Jazz Extended Line

• Pitbulls - JUMPStart Hip-Hop Production

• My Dogg - Junior Hip-Hop Production

[would-they-listen-to-that]

That tie is actually great because one of my F/O's is from my kin source. Anyways do you think you have a playlist for Virion from FEA? I've been wracking my head for music for this guy but not much comes to mind.

Please and thank you :>

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ here you go, caller!

21 Hungarian Dances, WoO 1: Hungarian Dance No. 5 in G Minor - Johannes Brahms

Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2: No. 10, Scene. Moderato - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Jazz Suite No. 1: I. Waltz - Dmitri Shostakovich

Masquerade Suite: Masquerade: I. Waltz - Aram Khachaturian

The Nutcracker: Sugarplum Fairy and Cavalier Pas de Deux - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Aquarium - Camille Saint-Saëns

Waltz in A Minor, B.150 - Frédéric Chopin

Love in Portofino - Dalida

Put Your Head on My Shoulder - Paul Anka

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

thanks for dialing in!