#boom!ballet au

[nackels]

An idea for Amy in my style plus yes she's part of the Ballet Au. It's a perfect opportunity to bring up her tutu looking dress and tbh have some bonding with Shadow. Nevertheless I did give her usual outfit a tight belt and suspenders for support when lifting the hammer.

[starfilmz]

THERE SHE GOES — DEAN F.

⤷ Just tooth-rotting fluff of you talking to Dean Forrester for the first time. ᡣ𐭩

cw: fem!reader, so much fluff and sweetness, just reader being a girl, this is s1 dean since he’s the only i’ve seen, no rory au lmao, unbeta’d so grammar and spelling mistakes are probably there, english is not my first language :,) banner || gif

“Here are the keys, darlin’.” The item jingled in between Ms. Patty’s fingers as it landed on your palms, barely catching it from falling on the piles of snow on the ground. You were never really the graceful one. It took you about a year of living in Stars Hallow to get used to Ms. Patty’s natural whimsicalness and spontaneous energy—you’re not getting any smoother by the days.

You shoved the keys down your pocket, watching as she walked down the small set of stairs. “You’re closing a bit earlier today. Something happened?”

“Tomorrow’s Bid on a Basket, honey! I gotta make my own set for the wonderful event—maybe I’ll be able to enjoy some of my fresh cakes with a fine man,” Ms. Patty winked, giggling to herself. “A lot of people are joinin', I heard. Are you not participating?”

Your mouth contorted into a mixture of a smile and a frown—if that was even possible—as you awkwardly chuckled. “Probably not this time, Ms. Patty.”

As much as you wished to join the fundraiser, most of your free time in the morning was consumed with homework and your jobs. Your mom’s decision to switch jobs last month caused a bit of a financial strain in the family, resulting in you taking on more jobs as she adjusted to her new work.

“I’m working a shift at Luke’s tomorrow. I won’t have the time to make the food and hang out with the lucky bidder.” Your lips formed into a straight line as you looked at her. “Who’s always been my mom, anyway.”

“Don’t be so down, honey. I’m sure there’s a special boy who’s willing to pay for your basket.”

“That’s not—”

“I heard the new boy in your school started working in the grocery store a few weeks ago. Maybe he had some paychecks to spare.”

You snorted at her words. “Ms. Patty, c’mon.”

She had a proud expression as she finally took off, leaving you by yourself at the studio. “See you tomorrow, honey.” You waved goodbye as she left. She was truly an unpredictable woman—you would be lying if you said you didn’t wish to have at least a quarter of her confidence.

You knew of this ‘new boy’ she was talking about. Stars Hallow High School was not big enough for mystery; everyone knows each other if not by name, face, or by being their parents’ friend’s kid. Dean Forester joined a month into the semester, and you were surprised he wasn’t as popular as you expected him to be. But, at the same time, if it weren’t your shared classes with him, you barely saw the boy outside the building.

Lane, one of your childhood friends, was particularly fond of Dean’s friend, Todd. There were moments where you wished you could join on in your friend’s excitement, but—as Lane had commented several times—you were too busy making money to even notice the boys around you. But one single afternoon in between classes, you caught yourself staring far too intensely at Dean when he passed by the hallway when he suddenly met your eyes. You couldn’t recall what you did when it happened, just that it resulted in a startled Lane and a booming sound of your locker closing.

Have you been purposely avoiding him ever since? Yes. It’s not like the two of you talked anyway. Though it didn’t help when you began noticing him in Doose’s market more often than you liked.

You sighed, shaking your head at the one-sided chaos you’ve managed to create in the midst of the boy’s arrival. You weren’t exactly “boy crazy” as Lane’s mom would call the girls in your school, but you’re literally just a girl.

“God forbid I find a guy attractive.” You mumbled to yourself as you began to close the doors of Ms. Patty’s studio. The children had ballet today, so there were twice the amount of tutus inside; an array of pinks, blues, and whites decorated the wooden floors.

As you cleaned up the rest of the clutter, closing boxes and stacking them in the same way you saw them last night, you noticed one particular box was by the door, the heaviest one.

Inside were miscellaneous items (you’re sure some of them were lost as well) and you’ve experienced several aging moments after carrying them all the way to where they should be in the studio—the opposite side of the room.

You stifled a sigh, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater as you crouched down. Whatever was inside the box, new or not, doubled the weight you carried yesterday, and you prayed this wouldn’t be the reason you’ll hurt your back.

Just as you were about to put your hands on the bottom of the box, you heard footsteps on the wooden stairs; one of the hinges on the doors creaked. You had no time to look up and see who it was before you heard the unfamiliar voice.

“Need any help?” Without warning, a face you’ve been dreading to see came into view. His hair fell on both sides of his head as he lowered himself in front of you and the large box.

Dean grinned, his pearly whites showing themselves, and God, why did he have such eye-catching dimples?

You were sure something in your head was short-circuited because of how much you stumbled on your reply. “I- yes, I guess, if you want to- it’s totally up to you, if you want… to help.”

He chuckled at your response, and you can’t really blame him for that, but you decided to ignore the gnawing embarrassment you felt as you laughed along with him. It was the first you’ve ever heard his laugh—his voice in general, actually—and somehow, with your logic, you thought it fitted him perfectly.

You saw his arm move around behind the box in between the two of you, as if looking for something underneath. Dean still had a smile on his face as he readjusted himself on the floor, mimicking your crouched position. It took you by surprise to feel his hand on yours, and you had to fight back the urge to flinch.

“Here, take both of your hands under these corners, and I’ll take the opposite,” Dean instructed, moving your hands into position. You brushed off the thought of how his hands consumed yours. “then we’ll stand up on three.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the box shift as he adjusted his grip. “One… two… three.” The two of you rose together, the box hovering between you, expectedly heavy but manageable as you moved in sync.

The two of you placed the box on the ground with a huff. You had to stretch your back as you stood up. Dean was doing the same thing, though his expression seemingly filled with amusement. He doesn’t say anything and you raised an eyebrow at this.

“What?” You said, pulling down your sleeves.

Dean shook his head. “It’s nothing. I, um, wasn’t expecting to see you here. Do you work for Ms. Patty?”

You caught the way he changed the subject, but decided to leave it alone for now. “Aren’t we all?”

This caused a chuckle from him as he scratched the back of his neck. “That’s true. I still haven’t thanked her for getting me a job at Doose’s.”

Dean followed you around the studio as you continued to pick up props and tutus off of the floor. He would grab what looked out of place and parroted where you’d place them. You didn’t protest at his presence—as much as you wanted to for the sake of your own mental health—and allowed him to help along. Besides, you didn’t have the heart to kick him out, and while your brain protested, your heart wasn’t exactly against Dean.

“The best thank you you could give her is probably keeping the job she gave you,” you joked and followed up with, “and bid on her basket.”

As you chucked the last baton inside with the others, you turned around and almost bumped into Dean with how close he was.

“Wish I could, but I was told to go do a quick morning shift just in case people would do their last minute baking.” He tilted his head slightly, his voice filled with humor.

“Sounds great. Let me know if you need a morning boost; I’ll be at Luke’s serving the best coffee around.”

Dean nodded, a grin making its way to his face, and said, “I’ll make sure to visit.” There was a few seconds of silence before he picked up his eyes to look at you. “You’re not going to do a basket?”

“No, not this year. Life’s been busting my tail lately, so I don’t really have the time.” You shrugged, putting your hands behind your back as you awkwardly leaned against one of the wooden boxes.

“That’s a shame,” Dean replied, walking over to your side to rest his back on one of the boxes as well. Your shoulders touched—specifically your shoulder against the side of his upper arm—and it all dawned on you at how tall he was.

You turned your head to look at him, failing to hide your surprise when he was already looking over at you.

“A shame? How so?”

“I’d bid the highest, for sure. Just hanging out with your famous cupcakes Lane talked about.”

You’ve recalled several instances in your life when you were physically stunned at a person, but none of them could compare to what’s happening. Dean’s eyes were still on you, waiting for a reaction, a response, literally anything, and yet you just stood there like a flustered child receiving your first love letter.

It’s a lot more important to remember that you’ve never spoken to this boy before. You knew one day your worlds would collide eventually in the small town of Stars Hollow, but you’ve never realized it was happening right under your nose.

And since when Dean and Lane talked?

You and her were always attached to the hip, telling each other every single little detail about the in-between moment of the day when the two of you weren’t together. She’s never mentioned talking to Dean about you.

“You don’t need to spend money to hang out with me.” was the next best thing of a response you could think of. “I mean, you’re doing it right now.”

Dean chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“And if you wanted to try my cookies, try visiting Luke’s,” you added, having a little bit more confidence in your tone this time. “But you have to buy them at the exact time we opened; there’s a reason why Lane calls it famous.”

A grin was on your face as soon as you heard his laugh. Your previous panic seemed to die down as a calm silence washed over you two. The doors to the studio were still wide open, letting in the cold breeze of the night brush past you and Dean.

The sweater you wore didn’t help your spine from shivering. You wore whatever you saw first in your closet when Ms. Patty called, and you weren’t exactly planning to stay for this long.

The sound of rustling made you look over at Dean. “What are you doing?”

He took his leather jacket off of him, that boyish smile on his face again, as he placed it on your shoulder. “I heard it’s going to be especially cold tonight.”

You made no effort to protest as his hands gently tucked the jacket on your shoulders, brushing some of your hair on the back of your ears. The freezing temperature inside the studio only made the heat on your cheeks twice as noticeable.

Dean patted you down, in attempt to warm you up, before retracting his hands to his side. “Better?”

You snuggled further into the leather jacket, taking in the familiar musk you’ve been smelling since the boy got here. “Yeah. Thank you, Dean.”

Maybe skipping one shift at Luke’s wouldn’t hurt.

[lux-and-obscurus]

Lesbian wolfstar au where Remus is a dedicated and talented painter at a prestigious art school & Sirius, who attends said school, is one of the best (and most gay/chaotic) ballerinas in the dance department and this is the first conversation they have <3

I'm dead, Sirius thought, her heart pounding as she sprinted across the university courtyard. Fingers flying, she frantically attempted to tame her unruly, curly black hair into a semblance of a bun even though she knew the ballet mistress would cast a disapproving glance at any imperfection.

But it was better than being late, which was considered an unforgivable sin, punishable by a demotion to the back of the barre. The back of the barre was not where she belonged. She thrived at the front, basking in the mistress's favor. Sirius picked up the pace. 

Finally, she burst into the large dance building, her pointe shoes swinging wildly from the ribbons clutched in her fist. Her breath quickened as she raced towards the changing rooms. Her slender yet muscled legs, encased in sheer white tights, beginning to ache.

"Excuse me!" she exclaimed desperately, abruptly halted as a procession of students, carrying an oversized canvas, blocked her path. They barely acknowledged her presence as they marched forward and her destination disappeared from view completely. 

"Coming through!" a voice boomed from behind the canvas. "Keep going down the hall!" the voice instructed the students. As the canvas cleared, revealing the person in charge, she apologized with a distracted glance at the clipboard in her hand, "Sorry, darling. Just passing through."

Curiosity suddenly overcoming her urgency, Sirius asked, "What's the big canvas for?" The girl with the clipboard looked up and pushed her wavy brown hair away from her face, looking surprised by Sirius’s interest.

As their eyes met, Sirius realized she recognized her. The university's population was vast, but certain faces were unforgettable. Remus Lupin's was one of them. Her striking, enigmatic eyes would have been the first thing Sirius identified her by, had it not been for the lines of mysterious scars that slashed across her cheeks. 

"We're doing a portrait of you lot," Remus explained, gesturing to a photograph of the 3rd year ballerinas on the wall beside them. "Well, I am. Your... er..ballet master commissioned me." She explained with a nervous smile, clearly out of place in the ballet world. Sirius’s world. 

"I didn't know that," Sirius replied, surprised. "But I think I've seen your work. I've been to a few of the gallery shows the school's put on and I'm pretty sure I remember some of your paintings…I’m sure it will turn out great." Sirius found herself rambling as Remus regarded her with an amused smirk.

"Thanks," Remus replied with a humble shrug, "I hope so." She began to walk away toward the canvas, then turned back to Sirius, asking with a note of hopefulness, "I guess I'll see you later then…you know, for the modeling." she added trying to sound casual. 

"Yeah, if the mistress hasn't killed me for being late," Sirius smiled weakly. Remus's laughter filled the hall, a sound Sirius found unexpectedly enchanting. She couldn't fathom why it felt so good to make this particular stranger laugh so genuinely.

Sirius watched Remus chuckle to herself all the way down the hall until she disappeared around the corner, evidently heading to her temporary studio. The brief encounter left Sirius feeling both dazed and exhilarated and she completely forgot where she was or what she was supposed to be doing until-

"-Black!" Sirius was jolted from her reverie by the sharp command. The ballet mistress's stern voice cut through the air. "You're late!"

[diazsdimples]

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15 Ballet AU sentences for you, Anon!

“I’m just trying to establish what I have to work with here. And how far I can push him before he ends up as one of Hen’s regulars.” Buck laughs nervously, his eyes flicking to Hen who gives him a toothy grin, not Bruce the shark from Finding Nemo. Buck was always terrified of Bruce. “Do you always try to hurt your dancers?” “Only emotionally,” Tommy replies, deadpan, but he laughs as he dodges a swat from Chimney. “Watch yourself, Kinard, I could make your life very difficult,” Chimney threatens with a pointed finger in Tommy’s direction. “I’m choreographing your fight with the Nutcracker here, how would you feel about having to do flips over him? We know how much you love those.” “You’d better not be trying to break my dancers, Chim,” a deep voice booms, and Buck turns to see a very distinguished, older looking man walking towards them. His words sounded like a warning, but his face is kind, a gentle smile playing over his face as he surveys the group in front of him. He looks at them in a way that’s not dissimilar to how a father looks at his children while they playfight – a little exasperated but altogether too fond to really be mad. “Not break them, Bobby. Just wear them out a little,” Chimney explains. He has the good grace to look a little sheepish. “Oh, you certainly do that,” Eddie says with a grin, ignoring Chimney’s indignant splutters. “Buck, this is Bobby Nash, our director.”

Gonna tag @hippolotamus and @monsterrae1 cause you guys also asked for this and also @neverevan @spotsandsocks and @slightlyobsessedwitheverything bc you guys have shown interest like, once and I imprinted on it like a baby duckling (pls lmk if you don't want to be tagged for this wip)

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I'M BACK WITH MORE MUSIC HEADCANONS FOR THE OOTS YEAHHH!!!1!1!1!

Warning; a lot of jazz

[♬] SOREN

I mentioned this last time, but I feel like Soren would be a jazz freako. But I also feel like he's into classical as well!,!!*!**##**![

[♪] IVOR

I feel like Ivor would also be into jazz! Like listening to it faintly as he reads or work!!!!!!!^!^!^!^!^&#*@*@

[♮] GABRIEL

ALSO JAZZ, but I'm not so sure of it. He'd probably like a few, but Gabriel would stick with country music!!

[♬] ELLEGAARD

I don't really have an explanation for 6 pop music screams Ellegaard to me.

[♪] MAGNUS

You can not tell me that from one of the soundtracks in Boomtown, he wouldn't be a country guy. But also, with the intensity of it, I feel like he'd like rock as well!!

Side note; This is the only main music types my gummy brain knows of, so there could be much more!!

OH OH OH WAIT THIS REMINDS ME OF AN AU I DID WHERE I GAVE THEM DANCE TYPES, WHICH I ALSO FEEL LIKE CORRELATES TO MUSIC TYPES HOLD ON

I remember making Soren a tap dancer with Jesse, and that makes me believe that he WOULD listen to jazz - however, I also think soren would like.... 💖 electro swing 💖

IVOR SALSAS LIKE A CRAZY ASS OLD MAN. Hes the kind of guy to put that crap on and salsa dance his way across the library. yes, I do believe he could spin Harper.

GABRIEL DOES STRAIGHT STREET PERFORMANCE, it's a mix of natural streets, but for some reason that idiot looks like he would jitterbug. which is a type of silly old swing up the same line as jazz hands.

he uses his strength to throw around soren when they would dance

ellegaard is very practical so I believe she would very much so enjoy orchestra, classical, and by the extent of that the story ballet could tell. silent dances that require planning and grace.

magnus? hes fucking going in there like boom shakalaka or whatever. It's along the same vibes as a listener to uptempo hardcore, maybe ?? idk. that guy freestyles

thank you Erin, for this!!!!!!

[c2-eh]

fic writer tag game tagged by @leclercsbf ❤️ tagging @f1-stuff @7msc @effervescentdragon and whoever wants to do this :)

tell me about 1-5 ideas that you’ve not written a single word for yet. notes don’t count.

1. time travel au - pretty self explanatory. it's charlos ofc. 2021 charles suddenly wakes up in the future (5-6 years give or take) and guess what. Carlos is his husband. the fic was brainstormed with amazing @backwardscapcarlos and i promised myself i WILL write it one day as i am so excited by the concept

2. ballet dancer!Charles and writer!Carlos au - i don't have a name for this yet but this was also so thoroughly talked about with kaleigh again, that i also need to write it and y'all i was obsessed (just the execution if i write it will be probably poor but eff it, we roll!)

3. 911 lone star au - mainly charlos, but would feature many other drivers. charles is paramedic, firefighter at first and carlos is a cop. if you watched 911 ls and you know tk and carlos (they even have a same name fr) you can't tell me charlos and them are not the same. i make the rules actually

4. elemental drivers - again, mainly charlos but also norstappen. brainstormed every element for every F1 driver, sorted out the whole storyline with @moossings (just like the 911 one) now it only needs to be written (idk if i will but i truly would want to)

5. landoscar fic - inspired by the start of this video really. i just want to write something soft, but also angsty with a lot of pining and i found sth in that short interaction that scratched my brain. i can't explain it but like imagine Oscar is like a duckling ok (not literally) and Lando is there from the start. boom what happens? we know. And no i will not elaborate

[judasofsuburbia]

My bad I forgot to add a pairing, 🔀 Steddie

god this song and steddie??? my heart is overFLOWING!!!

i imagine composer/conductor eddie who is trying to come up with the final piece for the chicago ballet's new work he got commissioned for. he's trying and trying but everything sounds so dull in his head. he asks the artistic director if he can sit in on a rehearsal to gain some inspiration and they agree.

eddie takes his seat in the audience with his notebook. he watches the dancers warm up, feeling a little flushed at how beautiful each and every one of them are. his eyes keep trailing over to this taller man. he has this wonderful mane of hair on top of his head and a jawline that could cut glass. his body looks sculpted by an artist and eddie is trying to not fucking ogle the guy. he needs to remain focused.

"steve and nancy, your piece, please," the director commands.

everyone clears the stage except for steve and this petite curly haired brunette, who eddie supposes is nancy. the track they have playing is a simple instrumental piece. but suddenly, eddie can't hear that music. he can only hear the loud, boisterous symphony in this head as he watches steve dance.

it's like fireworks are exploding in front of him as he watches steve gracefully leap and twirl across the stage. like colors blending together on a canvas. he watches the way his body bends and twists. the way he can rest his entire body on the tips of his toes. the way he holds nancy like she weighs nothing in his arms, tilting her forward and backward. holding her over his head. they're a masterpiece together and eddie's brain is booming with notes, melodies, harmonies.

the piece ends and eddie can't help but stand to clap. he's the only person in the audience besides the other dancers who laugh awkwardly behind him. steve whips his head and sends him a curious smile. he grabs nancy's hand and they bow for their audience of literally one. eddie comes back into his body as they leave the stage and his face is red hot with the furious blush.

he immediately whips out his notebook and starts composing. it's like he can't even get the notes down fast enough. he's scribbling so haphazardly that he doesn't notice when steve takes a seat next to him.

"oh holy shit, you're the composer," steve whispers.

eddie drops his notebook and pen. it clatters to the floor. he's face to face with steve, finally seeing every detail of his face in the dim light of the house. he's even more beautiful up close.

"uh, yeah, hi," eddie stutters.

steve flashes him that charming smile and the music in eddie's head just gets louder and louder.

"thanks for your applause," steve laughs. "it did startle me a little, i'll be honest."

"s-sorry, yeah, i just...you two were...you especially just--" eddie squeezes his eyes tight in embarrassment. "you were great. that dance is beautiful."

steve's smile doesn't falter. he rests back in his seat and shrugs. "i hope so. spent months on it."

eddie's eyes blink open. "you choreographed that piece?"

"sure did. with help from nancy, my partner. i just can't find the right music for it but i guess you're taking care of that."

"would you mind if i saw it again? even if it's just in the rehearsal studio or something. it gave me so many ideas," eddie confesses.

"absolutely. how does this afternoon sound?"

in a few weeks, eddie is standing in his conductor spot, the music crafted perfectly in the paper on his stand. his orchestra ready to watch his hand. he looks up and sees steve in the wings. steve gives him an encouraging nod and eddie raises his hand to start the greatest symphony he has ever written.

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

[snwpcktz]

A GAME OF CRUELTY (pt. 1, teaser)

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader (ft. heeseung)

GENRE: hunger games au (pre second rebellion), neighbors to friends to lovers, angst

SYNOPSIS: after years of praying to not get picked for the reaping, the odds end up not being in y/n’s favor and she is chosen as district 7’s female tribute. she plans to simply sacrifice herself early, since it would be nearly impossible for her to beat all the other tributes and make it back safely to her now ex-boyfriend, ethan. but her perspective of the games change when her next door neighbor, jay, is chosen as the male tribute—and maybe her feelings towards him will change, too.

WARNINGS: mature themes (violence, death), major character death, descriptions of violence and injuries, love triangle, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, use of the binary genders to refer to the reaping tributes

WC: 1.4k (teaser)

NOTE: hello!! this fic is set in the year before katniss and peeta's events, so there's not a lot of information for me to base this off of. there might be inaccuracies, but i try my best to keep things true to the story!! i hope to release the full pt. 1 sometime this week or next week, but pt. 2 will probably take longer. if you'd like to be added to the taglist, please reply to this post and i will add you!! thank you and please enjoy this teaser :)

rows of teenagers stood in front of the hall of justice, surrounded by members of the capitol with cameras and film equipment. peacekeepers had already flooded the district, running identification checks and bordering the area for the reaping. y/n could still feel her finger throbbing from the prick she received mere minutes ago as she stood in line.

the large screens next to the stage had already began running, displaying the various members of district 7. y/n could spot a pixelated version of herself, clad in a modest white sundress and matching white ballet flats. she turned her head to the left, spotting ethan standing in his row in no time.

but he wasn't looking at her. he kept his head forward, a solemn gaze on his face. y/n turned her head back around, letting out a pained sigh. she knew that whatever emotions he was feeling at the moment could never be experienced by her, a girl who lived in an only child household in a moderately well off neighborhood. but she couldn't help but feel selfish, desperately wanting ethan to be spared from the cruel hands of the reaping.

so she prayed. she clasped her hands together and lowered her head. please, she thought. please don't pick ethan. please let the odds be in his favor, just this once.

the sounds of footsteps coming to a stop and doors opening caused y/n to raise her head, eyes now fixated on the marble building in the front. members of the district government and previous victors of district 7 entered the stage, followed by a woman with a bright smile on her face.

luxurious, velvety, emerald green clothing adorned her body along with a matching sun hat and dozens of gold jewelry. her heels clicked on the wooden stage as she made her way towards the podium, perfectly glossed lips framing her pearly smile.

"welcome! welcome, welcome," she announced, her cheery voice echoing throughout the area. "once again, i am your district escort, tiffany young! happy hunger games! and may the odds be ever in your favor."

tiffany cleared her throat before continuing, "now! before we begin, we have a very special film brought to you all the way from the capitol!"

she raised her glove-clothed arm towards the screen as a video began playing. "war. terrible war," president snow's voice boomed from the speakers.

y/n noticed several girls around her rolling their eyes. she couldn't blame them. it was boring having to watch the same video every single year, especially when it did barely any justification for the games.

she turned her head to look behind her at the crowd of parents. she spotted her mom, head down and whispering words, most likely prayers for her daughter. her father was next to her, a comforting arm wrapped around his wife as he stoically gazed at the screen.

it was just like every year. what was there to worry about?

y/n glanced at ethan. he had the same expression as her father, but she could see that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. a soft sigh left her lips. there was one thing to worry about--ethan.

she decided to pray once more, lowering her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

please, pick anyone but ethan. i beg for you to spare him.

"this is how we remember our past," the voice of president snow stated. "this is how we safeguard our future."

"what a remarkable film!" tiffany gushed as the music began to quiet. "now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district 7 in the 73rd annual hunger games."

y/n felt her heartbeat quicken as she watched the escort's smile grow. "as usual, ladies first."

tiffany walked to the reaping bowl with poise, heels echoing in the silence that overwhelmed the district. she reached a gloved hand in, fishing for an entry slip. she gently selected one, returning to the podium elegantly.

tiffany took the liberty to clear her throat as she undid the delicate tape on the paper slip. she glanced at the crowd before announcing the name with a smile.

"y/n l/n."

the world stopped for a moment. y/n couldn't prevent the ringing in her ears as her lips parted in shock. the pounding in her chest increased to a ridiculous speed as the girls around her turned, isolating her from the crowd. her hands grew clammy as tiffany laid her eyes on her, the smile on her face appearing more sinister than before.

"come on up, dear!" the escort called, her voice sounding sickly sweet in y/n's ears.

y/n's feet moved slowly, dragging against the gravel on the ground as she passed by her fellow civilians. she didn't dare to look up from her pathway, shrinking at the feeling of thousands of eyes on her.

she could feel the peacekeepers behind her place their hands on her back, guiding her to the stage. her eyes were shaking, losing sight of each step she was taking.

she grasped onto the railing of the stairs, barely feeling the soles of her feet. she could see tiffany at the top of the stairs, reaching a hand out to her. "come, come!" she said to y/n, gesturing to her with her hand.

y/n gratefully took it, allowing the texture of her velvet gloves to bring her back to reality. tiffany placed her other hand on her shoulder, gently leading her to the left side of the podium.

"well, let's have a big hand for our first tribute, y/n l/n!" tiffany declared into the microphone.

the weak applause clouded y/n's head, contrasting the striking speed her heart was thumping at. she used the last of her strength and consciousness to lift her head, searching the crowd in front of her.

she could spot her mother's face, frozen with shock and panic. her father's mouth was open, completely bewildered and in disbelief. y/n moved her eyes to the crowd of teen boys, where she found ethan already staring straight at her, a fresh tear sliding down his cheek.

y/n swallowed thickly, not breaking the eye contact. here she was, standing on a stage that she never thought she would be standing on. her lips quivered as she gained the strength to mouth an "i love you", triggering a rush of tears to ethan's eyes.

she chose to cut the eye contact after that, unable to watch her ex-lover cry. she stared straight at the wooden floor, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"and now for the boys!" tiffany stated.

the escort walked to the reaping bowl on the opposite end of the stage, quickly plucking a slip from its depths and returning to the podium. she let out a small hum before unfolding the slip.

"jay park."

y/n raised her head to look at the crowd. the boys had distanced themselves from the said person, who looked just as surprised as y/n was when she was chosen.

y/n recognized him. he was her next door neighbor, a boy known for being respectful and hard-working. at just a year older than y/n, he was preparing to enter the workforce full-time, learning the ups and downs of his family's lumber business. he was known to be skilled with axes and saws, his muscular arms and broad chest proof of it all.

he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks, dark hair slicked with gel and neatly combed. the peacekeepers guided him to the stage, his dress shoes sounding every step he took up the wooden stairs. he stood on the other side of the podium, observing the crowd from his new perspective.

y/n turned to ethan, a part of her relieved that he wasn't picked. but he clearly did not feel the same, his eyes now red and cheeks stained with tears. he looked at y/n so hopelessly, it made her feel ashamed for feeling even a bit of relief.

"shake hands, you two!" tiffany's voice said, snapping y/n out of her trance.

she glanced at jay, whose eyes were already on her. they quickly joined hands, jay's large one wrapping around y/n's shaking one.

"happy hunger games!" tiffany announced, her smile brighter than before. "and may the odds be ever in your favor."

© snwpcktz

taglist: @kpopstanmeg

[dashaganga]

SOUSEI NO ONMYOUJI BALLET AU VERSION

I am so happy that i've done this! It was in a new painting app = it was reeeeeally hard. Enjoy!

Plot : Rokuro denies he has a ballet talent, but one day he went to the Benio's performance and Boom! Guy understands that he had to become better than she. Rokuro comes back to trainings with his old teacher Seigen!! To participate Beni)) oh! Benio's partner is Shimon 😈

[defensivelee]

boom boom boom more hazbin au ideas

James is a ram demon with horns that literally grew into his eyes, but not to worry bc he has eyes on his hoofsies. he has one of them tails you see on heraldic lions. he has taken up cannibalism in his time there (i mean, as a catholic in hell, ur bound to go a little nuts). he's got lots of upside down crosses on his design, I would say on the wool and face, maybe clothes?

Louis is a peacock demon and also an overlord. i imagine he would be one of those overlords alastor took down if he were in the show lelz. he ironically has a lot of orange feathers but it's so when he spreads his wings and tail he looks like the sun!! obv he can breathe fire. mild ballet themes a bit like carmilla (i love her your honor)

Charles is a spaniel demon (duh). he's mistaken for a hellhound a few times but he hangs around them a lot anyway bc he thinks they're just so cute!!! silly doggies. in his full demon form he becomes a feral cerberus!! the two extra heads echo every word of his so he sounds all loud and menacing. he has regal red BEANS 🐾🐾!!!

Maria is an angel, specifically an exorcist. for the sake of the AU THE EXORCISTS ARE NOT HEAVEN BORN. she really didn't wanna be killing sinners but she didn't like sitting on her ass either and doing nothing in heaven. like... none of it felt like a reward after a while. I would say she looks more like a nun than other angels just bc it was what she wanted to be when she was alive.

[jade-gemstone]

Ok, tell me, how did each of the characters get their talent?

HELL YEAH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING AN ASK ABOUT DESPAIR'S FLAME!!!

So, I'm only going to discuss the characters I made (the other co-creators can reblog with their characters if they so choose), and I'm going to say how I decided on their talents and how they canonically got their talents.

Just for reference, the game takes place post tragedy.

Hisomu Isei, SHSL Roboticist: I thought of their talent while listening to a song. Canonically, they and their father assisted with the creation of the megaphone neutralizer guns used by the future foundation to dispose of Monokuma robots during the tragedy. Due to Hisomu's promise and their contribution, they were promised a spot as the SHSL Roboticist when Hope's Peak reopened.

Sae Yamamori, SHSL Bunraku Puppeteer: I actually got her talent from a random talent generator while I was on an OC making kick a few years ago. After deeper research in Bunraku and several years developing her, she quickly became one of my favorite OCS I've ever made. As for in canon, she simply honed her talent until she was the most well known and respected puppeteer in Osaka Prefecture. It also didn't hurt that her wealthy family made many financial contributions to the future foundation.

Katsumi Shinohara, SHSL Primary School Teacher's Assistant: I honestly don't remember how I came up with this talent, as Katsumi was made a long time ago. I think I made her design and personality first, then gave her a talent that fit that (as I did a lot when making my first few OCS). Similarly to Hisomu, she canonically has her talent due to helping a parental figure. They and their adoptive mother - a primary school teacher - helped house hundreds of children in a bunker to keep them safe during the tragedy. Due to her bravery and willingness to help in the face of almost certain doom, she was offered to be a student at Hope's Peak when it reopened.

Ixia Carter, Ultimate Ballet Dancer: I'd always wanted to make an Ultimate Ballet Dancer, and saw my chance with an archetype needed for the Despair's Flame story to properly develop. In canon, she was the most talented and most successful young ballerina at the School of American Ballet. Her first performance post tragedy helped create new interest in the arts in New York and show the persistence of art through despair.

Hensoku Shuwaka, SHSL Cryptologist: One day while I was just sitting around, a quote (that no real person has said as far as I'm aware) popped into my head that made me think "Hm, that would be a great thing for an Ultimate Ghost Hunter to say." After further thought and development of the idea, I settled on Cryptologist as the talent. In canon, Hensoku preserved and pioneered legends and myths across the world through many notebooks, an internet blog, and the power of hyperfixation/memorization. The preservation of cultural history was what awarded him the title.

Atlas Aetos, Ultimate Vinyl Record Collector: I thought of his talent while coming up with characters for a DR AU for another fandom that I never actually made. I liked the talent, though, so I kept it and made a wholly different character out of it. In canon, he preserved and found music that could have been entirely lost during the tragedy due to how closely he protected his records. After the tragedy, he amassed the largest (still existing) record collection.

Emmett Anouilh, Ultimate Physicist: We needed another academic Ultimate. I'm in a class at school where I'm doing a lot of physics work right now. Write what you know, bada bing bada boom Ultimate Physicist. In canon, he is the son of a well respected physics professor. He helped to improve upon the work of both his father and other prevalent modern physicists. His extreme intelligence at a young age as well as heavy contributions to a complicated scientific field caught the eye of a certain prominent member of the future foundation, who scouted Emmett when Hope's Peak was set to reopen.

Fushigi Akarui, SHSL ???: I wanted to make a SHSL ??? for this game, and sort of built her around the title. As for in the story? She wishes she knew how she got to be there. She really does.

[nackels]

Ouh yeah ballet au doodle <3... One my of favorite poses despite being made up.

Edit: Knux got his leg workout!!

[intothegenshinworld]

I missed a lot while I was gone😭😭 I wanna participate in this ask game so here's the emoji:🐹 you're a little skrunkly wrunkly and I want to squish your face

Also try to match me with some genshin characters if you want to! I'm very curious on who you I'll match me with (besides Klee, platonically ofc) hee hee

Just not men please😭...

-Boom Boom Bakudan Anon!!

You’re free to squish my face once, only because it’s valentine!!! XDD And sorry!! This took a while to answer since I've been a bit busy, but I hope you still like it!! (Tell me how I did tut)

BBBA // Yae Miko (Reincarnation AU)

Yae Miko walks into the Yae Publishing house and is met with a slap to reality. You're there, but you're not. Still, she can't help but soften her eyes and smile when she sees you. Rather than getting hurt she prefers to watch you from afar in this new life. But (un)fortunately, her co-workers notice her behaviour and they actively try to push you towards her (since she refuses to approach you herself). When you introduce yourself with the same smile you did the first time 500 years ago, she decides she's ready to make you hers once more. ✦ The cataclysm of 500 years ago wasn't easy for anyone. Like most people, Yae has many regrets about that time, one is failing to save your life. She has no idea if Teyvat is cursing her or blessing her when she realizes that you reincarnate over and over again. (HUGE storyline, 100k multichapter series with angst but mostly Yae realizing she really really loves you, no matter how much pain it might cause. She loves your bright spark and cheerful attitude and it balances with her calm devious nature. She probably started the Yae publishing house because of your artistic talents. Honestly, lots of fluffy moments as well. Yae just trying to enjoy your company as much as she can)

BBBA // Eula (ModernAU dancer/artist)

You’re both artistic. Maybe in different ways, but you both feel free in your passion. Whether it’s Eula dancing for hours on end, or you with your art --and perhaps that’s exactly what brought you together. Eula was never easy at making friends, but you make her feel warm and seen. She hopes she can do the same for you in her own way. ✦ Eula has been practicing ballet since she was a little girl. It’s not a surprise to see someone admire her from afar, but it is rare for her to get compliments. Eula still remembers the first time you approached her with a bright smile. Apparently you had seen her dance as you passed by and thus ended up staying until the end of the performance. You telling her how amazing she was made Eula speechless. Ever since then she’s been looking around each moment, hoping to see you in the crowd. (OKAY BUT!!! Ice and fire dynamic? I know Eula isn’t for everyone but I just know she’d love you and protect you and she’d 100000% feel safe and appreciated around you!! + she has a special box for all the drawings you give her!!)

I see you as a very friendly and excited person. Similar to Klee, you have a spark in your heart. I feel like Yae would suit you nicely. She can be a bit of a tease but I do feel like she secretly cares deeply about her loved ones. I believe she’d show you that side openly. As for Eula, I feel like she needs a bright flame to melt her 'frozen’ heart.

I hope I got one matchup good TuT. Ganyu almost hit the vibes. 

PLATONIC ONLY

BBBA // Nilou

Vibes only, but strong vibes!!

BONUS:

BBBA // Yelan

OKAY I DON’T HAVE MUCH YELAN KNOWLEDGE TO MATCH HER UP WITH ANYONE BUT!!! Imagine working with her on a job and she slowly comes to like you. Maybe you remind her of her old co-workers (the dynamic) which makes her feel a bit scared to be around you. Not scared as in intimidating, but more scared as in afraid to open up and lose once more. Overall, you give me sunshine vibes while Yelan gives me protector vibes. 

[fff777]

watched dream sketch #7 in london, paris, and berlin

Renjun doing a ballet spin and Haechan stretching. Renhyuck ballet AU.

Whatever Jaemren are doing.

Dream practices are always just cuddlefests

Look at this brat, Chenle acts tough and talks big but he's the biggest princess ever

Just a million things going on while Renjun takes cam control

Jaemin, in Korean: How do you say "get it together" in English Mark, in English: I love you

Jisung hyping up DJ Renjun even though he is not DJ-ing right now

Whatever's going on here

I'd seen a gif of this before watching this video and y'all must know I lost my shit. Jaemrenists we are so back.

Renjun just permanently at 180 degrees while practising

Oh wow they performed at Wembley. I only know that name because of soccer lol.

Mark explaining how "guys" refers to men but is also now used as a catchall term for everyone.

They're always just chatting amongst each other in huddles in the breaks between practice <3

Mark's already got his pretty hair done

Yeah okay Nohyuck

Renjun: I'm feelin it are you feelin it Chenle: No

I want to highlight the fact that I am only 3 minutes into this half hour video. There is always so much going on with these dudes.

Saturday Drip rehearsal (y)

Haechan is a sun but suns are also stars

Nomin

Game time! They all look so pretty

It's cool that Hrvy met them backstage :P Hrvy remembers all the details hehe.

Hrvy @ Jisung: You got a lot taller and your voice got a lot deeper ToT I know dude ToT I wasn't even there for it but he's all growed up.

Jisung prepared a little something in English :3 That's my son <3

I wonder why Chenle spoke in Korean (since he's pretty good at English ^^;;)

Kyuu pose strikes again

Deja vu's been growing on me. It's a pretty hype song eh.

My little guys. Also I'm so mean but every time Renjun wears that outfit I think of McLovin.

Low angle Chenji

Jeno flip!!!!!!

Jaemin: Don't skip a meal He's so malewife coded and yet not

Kissu

Picking up and playing with the toys that the fans throw on to the stage

樂樂又在撒嬌啦

Aigo with 350% energy by Haechan

Group huddle. Also Jisung looming over Renjun.

Renjun continues to be horizontal

Their rehearsal space in Paris is pretty small ^^;;

Chenle just promoting Starbs' iced vanilla latte for free and with his homemade slogan.

Mark sliding to the food and Chenle finding him adorable

My little guys again

Princess x Princess (I originally had so many screenshots for this part but I had to delete on account of the Tumblr pictures per post limit hmph)

Headlock of love

Whatever they were doing

They were all just having an insane dance party while Mark watched

Chenle and Renjun having a high pitched siren voice competition

Haechan believing in the power of Ratatouille inside his beanie

Getting hyped while practising Trigger the fever. It does hit different doesn't it.

Jaemin practising French :3 He likes Paris a lot :3

I took sooo many screenshots during this video but Tumblr only allows 30 so I keep having to delete some ToT

Anyway here's more Jaemren

And Markmin

Oh wow the standing spaces are REALLY close to the stage

Aw Haechan picked up a Crayon Shin-chan plush :3 And Chenle picked up a Daegal pillow X3

Lil cuties

Wait omg who gave Renjun and Jisung PSG jerseys??

Now onto Berlin

Mark taking a video of German pigeons

Did Haechan back his ass up into the huddle to get spanked

Jaemin's sweater said "GO HOME SOCIETY" which I assume is some form of introvert social club

Creation of Jeno?

They're such energetic performers. Watching them in concert must be so much fun~

Jeno helping Mark fix the back of his shirt?

Quite a few of them prepared something in German :3

Haechan tummy

Nomin again

Chenle wearing sunglasses during boom

Oh man this video was soooo much fun. I would have included so many more screenshots but alas, Tumblr said no. (I know I could technically reblog this post to add more photos but I am queueing this so I'll forgo the hassle and just cut down on number of photos).

[alinacapellabooks]

Thanks for the tag! Going in with Ariel!

Phobias: Her fans finding out her name and where she lives

Other fears: The Steadman family. They ruined her life and her career. Also corrective rape, as she’s been a victim of that before

Pet peeves: Being interrupted while working

3 items you can find in her bedroom: Her Nintendo Switch, a full moon shaped light, and her stuffed animal collection. Her favorite is a giant star patterned wolf which was given to her by her best friend, Raphael

First thing she notices in a person: What information they’re willing to give away. She will not trust you if you tell her everything about yourself when you first meet her

On a scale from one to ten, how high is her pain tolerance?: As Ariel, around a 5. As Blue Moon, ten.

Does she go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?: Fight, but only if she can’t resolve the situation without brute force. She has a pretty strong good cop mentality, and she’ll adjust her threat level according to the situation at hand

Does she come from a big family/is she a family oriented person?: She’s an only child, and she’s quite close with her mother, but not so much with her father. Her father doesn’t see her very often due to living in Lesbos for most of the year What animal represents her best?: Black swan

A smell she dislikes: The smell of death. You know how the recently deceased have a sickly sweet smell? That’s how everything naturally smells in the Underworld

Has she broken any bones?: No

How would a stranger describe her?: Oh, Ariel? I didn’t know that she had a name. She doesn’t talk much, unless she’s talking to Solana. She donates a lot to the food bank, though, and we appreciate her thoughtful donations

Is she a night owl or a morning bird?: Night owl, 100%. She doesn’t like going out in direct sunlight

A flavor she hates and a flavor she loves: Ariel hates tea, except for matcha, and even then, she prefers it in boba or desserts instead of drinking it straight. She’s very fond of matcha choux au craquelin, especially when filled white white chocolate pastry cream

Does she have any hobbies?: Ballet and video games. She adores Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing

Boom! Surprise party! How does she react to surprises?: She hates them. She hates being interrupted while working, and she doesn’t like parties at all. If someone threw her a surprise party, she’d immediately leave

Does she like to wear jewellery?: Yes, especially Phoebe’s circlet

Does she have neat or messy handwriting?: Messy, but that’s kind of on purpose. Her handwriting is so messy that only she can read it, but that’s kind of because she doesn’t want anyone else to be able to read what’s on her cork board or in her sketchbooks

What are the two emotions she feels the most?: Angry and tired

Does she have a favorite fabric?: Tulle

What kind of accent does she have?: She has a noticeable Greek accent, but with a touch of southern English drawl.

Leaving this tag open!

✨OC Deep Dive Tag 👑✨

Original Tag for Peter here, requested by @theprissythumbelina to do one for Prince Benjamin, so here it is 🏴‍☠️✨

Phobias: Hemophobia (has medical condition: vasovagal syncope—faint trigger to blood)

Other fears: Whales, Sharks, gigantic sea creatures/sea monsters

Pet peeves: Overconfidence, arrogance

3 items you can find in his bedroom: Same as Peter’s

First thing he notices in a person: How they carry themselves (he’s a royal brat)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is his pain tolerance? With 10 as the highest, Like a 6-ish. It’s only higher on account of him being a ginger (they have higher pain tolerance—no seriously. Watch the Mythbusters episode on it)

Does he go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Flight mode first, then faint.

Does he come from a big family/are they a family person? Benjamin is an only child, born to Duke Matthias, and hates his father. Before the Golden Phoenix Gang, he wasn’t very family oriented.

What animal represents him best? A canary

What is a smell that he dislikes? Fish fry

Has he broken any bones? Yes.

How would a stranger likely describe him? Oh, is that Prince Benjamin? Such a gorgeous lad. Beautiful green eyes, such poise. He must be so fortunate to be born into lots of wealth.

Is he a night owl or a morning bird? Morning bird (and bird in general)

What is a flavor he hates and a flavor he loves? Hates the taste of blood, loves the taste of bananas.

Does he have any hobbies? Dancing, mainly. Sometimes writing.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How does he react to surprises? Either faints from the surprise, is genuinely happy, or bristles and gets pissed. Depends on his mood that day.

Does he like to wear jewelry? No, and certainly not any cursed artifacts

Does he have neat or messy handwriting? Very very neat. Immaculate, even.

What are the two emotions he feels the most? Pissed off, and terrified

Does he have a favorite fabric? Royal purple silk

What kind of accent does he have? British (voice headcanon below. Hey @justabigoldnerd I heard you liked Hetalia :) )

Leaving this one +open again! I’m super happy to have gotten a request for Benjamin! Thank you again, @theprissythumbelina 💛✨

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[the-river-person]

The Pointe of the Thing

Her balance wasn’t quite there yet. As Undyne brought her leg inward she turned it so that her toe would touch the knee of her supporting leg. Still she wobbled as she spun and had to drop out of the move and put her right leg out behind her to help her regain balance before she moved herself back into fifth position. She was sweating. It was insane how the people in the videos could do all these fancy moves and make it look so easy without even looking tired. Quiet clapping interrupted her thoughts. Normally she wouldn’t have noticed at all except that she was certain she’d been alone. In fact she’d specifically rented this warehouse out for “Training” and warned everybody away with the threat of accidental spearing should they interrupt. She turned to find Sans leaning casually near the door, applauding her efforts in a way that seemed sincere, if a bit teasing. Undyne couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten in through the locked door, or maybe she’d just forgotten to lock it. “Hey there, Sans. Didn’t notice you. Come to see me training?” There was definitely something up with the skeleton. He had his usual cheerful grin, but something just didn’t seem right. What that was she couldn’t say, but it was almost like his colors had been muted somehow, or maybe that was just her eye. She had just been spinning. Sans grinned, he was always grinning right? “Is that what this is? Looked more like some fancy kind of dancing to me.“ “THAT’S WHAT I SAID!” Undyne shouted with glee and what might have been vindication. “But I got into it for one of Metta’s big film ideas, and it turns out that as frilly as it looks, it’s really badass. Here, watch this!” Positioning her arms she moved through the chassé and swiftly up into the arabesque, as she brought up her arms to match her movements, she summoned a spear and let it fly with her momentum. Though she brought herself back down into fifth position after a moment of balancing on the end of the shoe, the spear flew with all the speed she’d let it loose with and ended up embedded deeply into the wall. “Cool right?” she asked, giving him a shark-like grin. Suitably impressed, Sans applauded this even more enthusiastically. Why did she have the strangest feeling when she looked into his eyes. Had they always been grey? Almost.. blank? Of course they had been, the only time his eyes had ever changed was at that trial when the one had flashed blue and yellow... “Wow,” said Sans. “What are you going to do with this fight/ballet thing? Put on a show? Or a battle exhibition?” Undyne rolled her eyes at him. “I was going to court Alphys with it, duh.” A slight frown appeared on his face. She wasn’t entirely sure how it was a frown exactly, since his expression didn’t change a bit, but she got the feeling it was one.  “I thought you two were already together?” “Well we talked about it, and maybe we were in previous Resets. But not in this one. And Alphys wanted to do some things first. To set things right she said, help the people she hurt if she can, and to get to be a person she can be proud of.” This didn’t seem to surprise Sans much, he’d probably heard some of it from Alphys herself. What he seemed more interested in was how it involved the relationship with the former Captain of the Guard. “And you’re okay with waiting? You don’t mind?” Undyne laughed. “Mind? Of course I don’t mind! I’m doing the same thing! Training to be a better me! And besides,” she lowered her voice. “She’s so passionate about it, and that’s what I always liked best. It didn’t matter what it was, just so long as she was passionate enough to go for it with everything she had.” She smiled fondly. “Anyway, did you have something you wanted to talk to me about?” But when she glanced up, there was no one there. The door was still shut and locked, and the only thing that caught her eye was a letter she didn’t remember bringing with her. From Alphys. She must have picked it up on her way to practice and forgotten about it. Once more she let her gaze sweep the room. What had she been doing just now? Had she been talking to someone? Herself? Weird. There was no time for this sort of nonsense right now. She still had another free hour before she had to go meet up with Gerson for their usual evening stroll. Enough time to put in some more practice on that fouette an tournament she was still having trouble with.