#blade's dance with you

[dramatictrajectory]

The fan-fighting scenes are gorgeous!

Kinda losing steam at the end but that's understandable ><

[mm-lurking]

It's 11pm and I can't stop thinking of ballroom dancing with Blade. Thinking of how he's a man of few emotions. He doesn't smile much, he doesn't talk much and he looks so annoyed as he was held hostage to attend this ballroom dance but when he sees you in the distance, standing at the base of the wide staircase, you swear you see his face change. It's subtle. The change in his expression is subtle, like the faint breeze that seems to blow past your face when you walk closer to him. There are several hundred people in this large banquet hall but all you see is him. There are so many men wearing elegant suits but they all look dull compared to this handsome man who dons the most exquisite four-piece suit you have seen in your life.

It doesn't matter what he is to you. A stranger, an enemy, a friend or a lover, you're mesmerised. Perhaps it is the soft lights of the hall that cause everything to be coated in a heavenly glow or perhaps it is the enchanting live music that's playing in the background; you don't know what it is, all you know is you're spellbound by this man.

You're speechless as you watch his figure come closer to you, his aura both scaring you and captivating you. You know he is a dangerous man and the way he walks and keeps his head high is a clear indication of that but you never feared danger and you most certainly didn't fear him. If he was a glass of poison and you were a parched prisoner, you would most happily drink it down with a smile on your face. This man was the epitome of risks and you were willing to hand yourself over to him.

He stands before you with a blank face but god you can tell that underneath his icy exterior, he's pleased to see you. Amidst the hundreds of strangers he's drawn to you and you only, like a moth that finds its way to the light no matter the obstacles in the path. You mentally trace his figure and with each passing second your heart is beating louder and louder as if confirming your want for him.

The way his large calloused hand extend outward to silently invite you to a dance, the way your small fragile hand perfectly fits into his like a missing puzzle piece; perhaps that's exactly what you were to him, the missing shard of his shattered heart. A silly little smile spreads on your face and you cannot stop yourself from doing so as you look into his crimson eyes. His eyes speak a thousand words to your soul and you just know he's going to be your Achilles heel. You forget how to breathe as your lungs collapse and the oxygen leaves your body when he gently wraps an arm around your waist. The grip he has on you surprises you, it is not a request but a statement of how he wants you. You swear you feel his fingers through the layers of your dress and by god do you feel weak under his touch.

He gently sways you at the first beat of the song, intertwining his free hand into yours as his gaze remains fixated on you. The candles in the room so beautifully mirror that crimson blaze of his eyes and you find yourself lost in his eyes, completely enthralled by how wonderful they look. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul and you could finally attest to this, for his eyes swirled with peril and terror. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you had no objections.

He continues to lead the dance, spinning you around as you both make your way through the ballroom in each other's arms. Neither of you says a word; the way you're holding each other with so much conviction and the silent long gazes in each other's eyes speak more than any word that comes out of your mouth will. Yet he finally says something.

"Stunning."

You tilt your head in confusion, wondering what he's talking about.

"You are stunning."

"Oh."

A blush spreads on your face and you look away from him, suddenly embarrassed by his compliment. He softly chuckles which makes you burn up even more.

"T-thank you."

You manage to say and continue to avert your gaze away from him. The ballroom music fills the silence between you both before he speaks again.

"Keep your eyes on me."

He brings your joint hand to your chin and gently lifts it to face him better. Chills run down your spine from his touch and you gulp. You feel bare under his sharp gaze as you watch his eyes trace your facial features before making eye contact. Subconsciously, you hold onto his hand letting the warmth of his skin diffuse into yours.

In the heat of the moment, you fail to realise that both of you are away from the public eyes, hidden away in the dark corners of the banquet hall where no man will see. It is only when you take notice of the quietness surrounding you does it dawn upon you. You look back at him and hurriedly speak, afraid someone might catch you both in such a position.

"We should head back."

"Not so fast."

"Blade-"

He tugs on your waist causing you to stumble forward and grip his suit coat. The proximity of you both makes your heart beat furiously and you know he can hear the pounding. The arm on your waist only tightens as he leans into your ear.

"When will I see you again?"

He whispers and that deep rumbling of his voice drives you crazy, causing your brain to short-circuit. You inhale his strong masculine scent and grip his coat harder.

"Ask for me at the gates of the estate."

"Asking for you is not enough, I desire you."

His words are shutting down every sensible nerve in you, like a poison taking over its victim, sweetly and slowly.

"You know better than anyone else I cannot hand myself over to you. Not like this."

"My mortal vessel desires you more than I need air for my lungs."

You say nothing more and inch closer to his face, planting a kiss near his lips. You know you are too deep in the water but at this point, you would rather drown in your desire than drag yourself out of his currents.

"I will see you when dusk approaches tomorrow. Ask for me."

You whisper back and smile, slowly pulling yourself away from his arms. The loss of contact already gives you severe withdrawals and you know you have signed up for trouble. He lets you go, watching you disappear from his line of sight as he clenches and unclenches his fist. Want was not a strong enough word to explain what he felt for you.

No, this was the very need of his existence. You being his, by his side was the sole reason his heart had to continue beating. His eyes never leave your body as he finally loses you from his vision and sighs. When will he see you, the one whose name he has etched into his heart, again?

On the other end of the banquet hall, you find yourself clasping the hand he held, breathing heavily as you replay everything in your head again.

If wanting him was going to destroy you, you would gladly be torn into pieces and put back together by him. If loving him was going to hurt, you were willing to let every fibre of your body beg for mercy. ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ©mm-lurking 2024 do not copy, steal or reuse my work.

[habken]

Okay- no idea how much you know/have researched into figure skating, but as an ex figure skating coach i LOVE your battle-of-the-blades au. Specifically i couldn't get the idea of Jeanist having Bakugou practicing jumps on a harness (which, if you don't know, is well, a harness, connected to a pulley that the coach will yank, which helps skaters perfect their form/learn technique either on or off ice. Like the jumps version of training wheels, but for getting proper height (and thus rotation) on jumps lol.) out of my head xD Specifically cause i've KNOWN so many skaters who LOATHED the harness and would much rather just careen head-first into new jumps and fall a bunch/potentially get injured rather than practice properly, and i can TOTALLY see Bakugou being one of those people lol!

my figure skating knowledge is not very vast, so I love this so muchh thank you !! He's definitely the type to wanna jump (heh) into things

[king-magppi]

✂️🖇Legion of Stationery appreciation post...🗂🖌

(Sorry for not drawing the stapler just know she's literally just a chainchomp w Olly's branding on her side and a red spiked collar. Nevertheless i need to draw her again eventually :'))

[ryhmus]

Pixel art of Malenia, Blade of Miquella from Elden Ring in the Omori pixel sprite style.

Hope you all are ready for Shadow of The Erdtree coming this Friday.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Wyll breaking up with the player character if Ulder dies so Wyll must become the Duke makes me wanna throw up sobbing because he actually thinks that just because his father's first duty being to Baldur's Gate made him a Bad Father that Wyll himself will inevitably be a Bad Lover because surely no one could match love with duty if his father couldn't, unknowing he has more love in one hand than his father had in his entire body. fuck

[sorcerous-caress]

"Wyll is the normal boring companion" What if i fucked you with a chainsaw

[arcsin27]

A proposal for that “humans are space orcs” concept

Alien: you humans are so adaptable and survivalist! You’re so powerful! The athleticism and the dynamic environments you can prosper in…

Human: pfft that’s just normal dudes! You should see some really impressive people! *pulling up Olympics clips on on phone*

Alien: wh…

[kitakami-kid]

im never forgetting when i beat sv for the first time and got ed sheeran jumpscared

[dramatictrajectory]

She bites!

But that's ok cause he likes it.

[yinyuedijun]

I need....my hands to heal....so I can write about Ga Ming bringing you a bouquet of flowers after each of your performances o-(--<

[leafith]

🍄‍🟫🔷🪻: Hey people! I am back from the dead! (Aka days of reblogging masterpieces of other people :0)

I have only a random paper drawing of the main character of my Sky story dancing, because WHY NOT????

🌿📜🫀: Just to say, uhm. On Quotev, website nº 1 that I use for writing fanfictions AND original stories, I usually talk about an upcoming Sequel for my first Sky: CotL Fanfiction, which you can call for short FUYSTL or Phewstel (which is actually the way people can say the first nickname with their voice), and the design of Sentinekka with that dress could probably in it.

🌿📜🫀: Maybe I should update my profile so you can know more. I'll make sure to do it <3

[lorelune]

hi Loreeee how abt cherry vanilla and cotton candy for both Bladie and Jing Yuan? :3

gray!!! thank you for the ask <33

cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?

jing yuan shows affection by being very... present. he always makes sure to set aside time to enjoy each others company undisturbed by official business. when we take little strolls in markets and shops, he is aware of how i idle and what i point out!! gift ideas for later!! he likes having a hand or two on me when he can too :'^)

BLADE... brooding. hear me out!! he doesn't quite know how to chew on affection, but he knows that it makes me quite happy to spend time together and i seem comfier out and about when he's with me. so he does exhibit some very Guard dog like behavior with diligence!! in that same doggish vein, he also loooves to lay his head on my chest and snuggle like that.

cotton candy: post the last picture of your F/O that you saved!

some lovely fanart featuring fem blade and fem jy 🥺!!! wives!!!

[americanprometheuss]

i love it when the most physically/visually intimidating man has the weakest dick game. i’m talking absolutely ZERO bitches and if he does get bitches, it takes him a lifetime to pull them. he cries during sex, whimpering and groaning like he’s being tortured, hiding his face in your neck, begging pleading for you to give out a “helping hand”. absolute loser. doesn’t know how to do shit with that absolutely massive schlong he’s been given, quite literally “he don’t know how to handle allat” personified

[thedragonagelesbian]

the symmetry of durge!cyrus becoming an oath of ancients paladin & wyll becoming a (drakewarden) ranger post-game. btw.

[octavio-world]

been watching archival drum n bass documentaries and haven't been able to stop thinking about this bit from Day 5 of the Sonic Subathon Any IDM song I hear makes me immediately think of an INTJ sensual intelligent sapiousexual dance to chill and relax to.