#nightwalker dance practice

[cosmic-aria]

[nonuify]

ᝰ.ᐟ — SVT ⟢ dates with them

› sfw is included ┆ fluff — requested ꩜.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ;

now we all now cheolie loves spoiling you so so much !!, so I think he will take you to a fancy restaurant dinner.

he does all the classics he will give you a breathtaking bouquet of flowers with a shiny beautiful set of jewelry that he will probably fuck you later lols.

+ he’s heavy in pda while one a date either he has to hold your hand or waist, or even gripping your thigh, he thinks its a must that everyone knows you are taken by him.

YOON JEONGHAN ;

hannie loves nightwalks with you it’s his favorite time to go on a date with you, occasionally stopping at a lovely cafe to talk about everything with his favorite person.

deep conversations would submerge as the night goes by with you two, nothing seems better then having company with the person you trust the most, pouring your heart out in whatever conversation comes by.

+ he holds your hand to show a sign of affection for you, or the occasional “i love yous” throughout the date, or anything that you’d find romantic he will do it just to make you happy.

HONG JISOO ;

beach dates. that’s it. he’s so surfer boyfriend !!

having a lil picnic on the sand, talking to each other about anything that pops up, with sometimes wine glasses if your really feeling it, then going swimming & surfing with him, obvi most of the time you’ll be oogling your gorgeous boyfriend when he’s surfing.

+ takes you on dinner or lunch with an amazing view of the sea, he would hold your hand caressing it on the way of walking towards the restaurant.

WEN JUNHUI ;

cat café’s, yall are both cat lovers isn’t this already heaven??

having cats in your laps, all smiley & laughing with each other, enjoying the company of each other & your furry friends!!, taking pictures of each other & you admiring how cute & adorable your boyfriend is.

+ jun would be sulky if you pay attention to cats more than him, good luck for making it up to him by cuddling & kisses.

KWON SOONYOUNG ;

you & soonyoung would have a lil dance practice with each other, with you being one of seventeens choreographer it’s almost a perfect date for you both.

with him getting frustrated by not getting the move & you calmly telling him not to worry, the hyper bf & calm gf duo what’s more?, you guys then would sit in a corner eating takeout food & laying on each-other.

+ he needs kisses when he does the move right or he will sulk away, beware of the sulky tiger!!

JEON WONWOO ;

duh isn’t it obvious? sitting in home playing video games with each-other then cuddling till you sleep.

of course you have to sit on his lap while playing, he needs his fav person holding him in whatever way possible!, you would neck kisses from him here & there, & when you win the big prize is making out with the one only wonwoo.

+ when you guys finish, you build a cozy fort where you both cuddle & talk about anything to each other sometimes you guys would sleep almost instantly, with the loving warmth of each other.

LEE JIHOON ;

dinner dates at home where you guys make the food!!, uji comes home tired from work all he needs is a relaxing time with his lover.

i in-vision you & him making pizza dough, splattering the flour on each other while having the time of your lives, then him snaking his hand around your waist when you go to the furnace to cook up the side dishes & giving you the sweetest kisses.

+ when your both done with the food, your too lazy to clean it up so it’s just you & him going to bed not having worries till tomorrow, cuddling & warming up each other while watching a movie ( you both know, you won’t watch the movie ifykwim ;) ).

LEE SEOKMIN ;

oh totally little picnics in a park or a garden have you seen his insta pics?, my man is always with nature !!.

setting up the prettiest view in the park where you guys can just relax & be comfortable with each other & do whatever crosses your mind like playing games, talking or even just staring at the pretty scenery while enjoying each others company.

+ i think you & seokmin would go to a karaoke bar when night sets to party the night away with each other, singing your hearts out, mostly you admiring his beautiful voice.

KIM MINGYU ;

I don’t know why but he will take you to Paris to do whatever you’d like too, what’s important is you with him.

in the city of love where you explore every restaurant, café, museum & streets with your own love, & yall know mingyu is gonna pull some romantic strings here & there making a reservation at the classiest restaurant where you both can see the Eiffel Tower & enjoy yourselves.

+ I think mingyu will do that cheesy flowers on bed thing when you guys go to your hotel & of course some bottles of wine will be there, chilling on the bed with him till eventually yk…

XU MINGHAO ;

he will take you to a museum to admire the beauties of the arts infront of you when you know he’s the real beauty here.

going to each exhibit and him explaining how the painting is & how each and different elements of it was added while you sit there staring at the handsome figure infront of you, & you just stop & start smiling like an idiot questioning how lucky you are to have him.

+ I think you guys would do also a painting session with each other splattering it on each other laughing & you covering minghao with hundreds of kisses giving him a prize for his work.

BOO SEUNGKWAN ;

oh we know you guys are going to a lovely concert where you dance the night away with yourselves.

taking several videos & photos with him while singing your hearts out & dancing & giggling like the perfect couple you are then at the end where your favorite song played you guys hug welcoming each others embrace.

+ I think seungkwan would go to heaven while the melody would play through his ears while also watching you thinking how the song reminds him of you so much then pulling you into a really passionate kiss.

CHWE HANSOL ;

wether it’s at home or a whole ass cinema you didn’t care as long if it’s a movie with hansol you’d be happy.

cuddling & warming up with each other as the movie goes on, feeling his heart beating whilst laying your head on his chest then smiling warmly as you began to cherish every moment with him then him kissing your forehead & feeling him smile while doing so.

+ you & vernon would sleep in the middle of it idk why it’s just so you guys lol, but always cuddling while sleeping never forget that you guys would cling onto one another till the next day.

LEE CHAN ;

corny yes but I think chan is such a sucker for taking you out to carnivals & such.

I think you guys would do the photos where you take silly pictures with each other to cherish those memories & try winning some teddy bears for you guys to stash in your apartment soon.

+ oh chan is soooo clingy the whole date holding your hand or waist or whatever but at the end of the day he needs to hold you in some kind of way, also I think he’ll just buy a balloon for you there so when he gets lost he can see you from the balloon lol.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! hehe new setup kind of.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You knew you were summoning one demon… you weren’t expecting two…. It just means there’s twice the fun now. Pairing: Demon!Juyeon x fem Witch!reader x Demon!Eric Tropes: supernatural/magic au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, rituals, non-human Juyeon and Eric, word “little” used in the direction of the reader Smut Warnings: dirty talk, biting, pet names, marking, oral sex (f &m receive), unprotected sex, creampies, cum play, multiple rounds Word Count: 1,803 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Nightwalker by Ten

You knew damn well what you were doing. You’re the village’s resident witch. Every potion, spell, ritual, you know it. That being said, as much as you could destroy the people who live in this village with you, you choose to do good and be the healer as well. Sometimes, though, having a little fun with your practice is the best part. You’re currently in your small cottage on the edge of the village with different plants, stones, and runes around the room. You methodically move things and speak both out loud and in your mind. You kneel on the ground and throw your head back as you move your upper body in a dance-like motion, eating a few pomegranate seeds every few moments. You chant a few phrases each time you eat the seeds. 

It might not be the easiest way to get railed by someone, but who’s going to stop you from summoning a demon? You know they’ll at least do you right and make sure you cum hard. Just as you reach for more seeds, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. You keep your eyes closed for a moment but feel your heart rate spike with anticipation.

“You called, little witch?” 

His voice is low and smooth, everything you want to hear right now. You look down at your pomegranate-stained fingers and see his hand wrapped around your wrist. He has claws protruding from the space where fingernails should be. They taper into sharp tips. They’re pressed against your skin, not enough to break your skin, but enough to leave indentations. His charcoal-colored claws and fingertips fade into his skin tone. His arm is veiny with toned muscles. Finally, your eyes find his. They’re an unnatural electric blue. A smirk grows on his face. You can see a sharp fang barely peeking out from beneath his upper lip.

“Hmm, little witch? Did you call for me?”

Your mouth is suddenly very dry, “Maybe I did.”

“Maybe? You hear that, Eric? It’s only a maybe. Guess we’ll just head back-”

“No!” You nearly shout, “No, I did. I summoned you.”

It’s only then that you process the second demon in the room. You had only meant to summon one, but you don’t see any issues with having a second to make you see stars. He has similarly colored claws and fingertips. His eyes are a fierce bright green, though. The second demon, who you assume to be called Eric, has pale blond hair with a cut you can almost compare to that of a wolf’s mane. The long, wavy hair falls forward in his face, only making his eyes more piercing through the curtain of hair. Eric tangles his claws through your hair, the sharp ends scratching at your scalp slightly. He grips your hair tightly, forcing your head back further so your eyes are forced to be locked on his.

“You want to have some fun, little witch?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, “Show me how you demons have fun.”

“Juyeon, you hear that?”

“Mm,” The blue-eyed demon hums, “Her little heart is beating so fast. You’re either terrified or excited beyond words, little witch.” 

The first demon, who is still holding your wrist, releases it to drag his claw up your arm and wrap his long, pretty fingers around your exposed throat. The tips of his claws dig into your skin in a way that makes your eyes roll back. With your eyes now shut most of the way, you can’t see the look either demon is giving you. One of them wraps an arm around your waist. Another hand starts to tug at the laces of your corset. Juyeon’s hand tightens around your throat again, and you feel someone, you assume Eric, claim your lips in a heated kiss. One of his fangs grazes against your lip, making you gasp lightly.

“As pretty as this dress is, you’re far too dressed for our liking,” Eric growls against your lips.

The awkward angle doesn’t allow you to nod, especially with his hands still tangled in your hair. Juyeon finally releases your throat, yet you still feel the phantom touch of his claws and hand against your skin. You hear the tearing of fabric followed by the feeling of claws dragging against your thighs. Eric finally releases your hair and lets you breathe for a moment. The moment doesn’t last long. You make eye contact with Juyeon and see the lust swirling in his blue eyes. He lunges forward, forcing his way between your legs, and practically devours your lips in a harsh kiss. 

Eric busies himself, tearing the rest of the fabric from your body. Soon enough, you’re entirely bare. Both men barely had clothes on to start, but they also stripped the rest of their clothing off. They have you lying out across the runes and circles you had chalked into the floor, completely spread out for them. Eric starts marking up your neck with bruises and bites while Juyeon trails his claws up and down your inner thighs again.

“Please,” you gasp when Eric bites down on a sensitive area of your skin.

“Please, what, little witch?” Eric muses against your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. 

Juyeon is now lining kisses just out of reach of where you want him. You look at Eric’s green eyes and see how his pupils nearly engulf the entirety of the fluorescent color. He smirks before sucking another mark into your skin. You tangle a hand in Eric’s long hair as his kisses and bites trail lower and finally wander across the expanse of your chest. He toys with your nipples, one with his tongue and fangs, the other with his hand. A sharp breath sounds through the room as you feel his sharp claw flick your nipple. The sensation of the sharp claw against your sensitive skin makes a gush of arousal escape your needy hole.

“You’re fucking soaked, little witch. Those pomegranates really did a number on you, huh?” Juyeon teases gently, kissing your clit before moving back to your thighs and the skin just above your pussy.

You shake your head, letting out a shaky breath, “Y-you did, fuck! E-eric, please!”

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to leave him there while I take care of your leaking pussy?”

You hear Eric growl before moving his kisses back up your throat to reclaim your lips. A loud moan rips from your throat as you feel Juyeon’s tongue finally lick a wide stripe up your pussy then suck your clit between his lips. You grind down against his face while gripping on Eric’s hair. Each one of your sounds is swallowed by him. Even as Juyeon tongue fucks you through your supernova of an orgasm, neither of them gives you a break.

Eric wraps one of his clawed hands around yours and guides it to trail down his body before resting it on his cock. You instantly wrap your hand around him and know he wants your mouth around him. You turn your head and guide his tip into your mouth. The green-eyed demon groans and forces your head down on his cock fully. You choke around him, small tears springing at the corners of your eyes as you squeeze them shut. Juyeon chuckles before you feel his bunt cock head against your entrance.

“I guess we best fuck our little witch stupid.” Juyeon muses before pushing into you.

Eric matches his tone, “She’s already so far gone just from your tongue and me fucking her mouth.”

You attempt to make some sort of noise in response, but it’s garbled with Eric’s cock still far down your throat. He pulls your head off of him fully, and you look at him with a debauched expression. Another string of moans falls from your lips as Juyeon starts to thrust into you at a rough pace.

“Whatcha think, little witch?” Eric hums, “Let us lay our claim on you?” “P- fuck– please, wanna be your cumdump, please!”

Juyeon pushes a harsh thrust into you before responding, “You heard our little witch, Eric. Let’s show her just how dumb we can fuck her.”

You find yourself tossed into at least three different positions. Juyeon cums deep inside you, only to switch places with Eric. Then on your knees, you sloppily suck Juyeon’s cock while Eric fucks the other demon’s cum back into you. It’s filthy, it’s wrong, and you fucking love it. You have bruises and bites all over your body from the harsh wooden floorboards and the attention of both men on your body.

You’re so fucked out you hardly process the sun rising outside your cottage. It’s not until Eric hisses out a curse and cums across your back. Juyeon groans, cumming all over your face, some of it landing in your hair and across your collarbones.

“Sun’s rising, little witch.” Juyeon sighs, “That’s our cue to go.”

You whine, “Do you need to?”

Eric laughs lightly, “What, you wanna hang off our cocks for the rest of your living days?”

“And dead days if I can.” You smile with a challenging glance.

Juyeon wipes a bit of cum away from your lip and kisses you lightly.

“If you really want, we’ll come back nightly.” He offers, “We have our own duties to attend to in our world.”

You pout, “Every night? Promise?”

“Promise,” Eric confirms, rubbing comforting circles into your hip, “For now, you should go down to the river and wash up. You look a right mess, little witch.”

Juyeon kisses your hair, “See you after sunset, little witch.”

As if on cue, a knock comes to your door. It’s likely one of the villagers looking for a remedy tea for the sickness that’s been cycling recently. You turn to look for your two demons to see they’re nowhere around. You sigh sadly before finding a dressing gown and a heavy fur house coat to toss over your body until you can make your way to the river later. On your way to your front door, you wipe your face and hair as best you can. Opening the door, you see one of the women of the village.

“Good mor- Oh my! Did you come down with a new illness, miss? Were you attacked in the night?” She worries.

Your neck, you forgot how aggressive your demons were with their marks.

You shake your head, “No, I’m fine. Just some rituals and remedies I was making overnight.”

She didn’t need to know what rituals you were doing or what exactly you were remedying. You have to fight a smirk from growing on your face. Just get through the day. Get through the day, and then you can get yet another release from your handsome demons.

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[neocatharsis]

TEN 텐 'Nightwalker' Dance Practice

[sanstropfremir]

Hi ! I love your detailed responses when it’s about dancing and choreographies so any choreographies that stand out for you since the beginning of this year ? For me one that stand out is Nightwalker by Ten I really like the styling and the artistry of it as a whole feel like the choreography really reflect the atmosphere of the song and the movements mirrored the creepiness of the beat and the synergy between him and his dancers is always pleasing to see I really like what he does during his solo

( sorry for any mistakes with my English )

oh nightwalker is top for sure! it's probably gonna stay in the top five, it's one of the few that is actually choreographed to the concept of the cb. and the execution is excellent, obvs. another one that's strongly themed is young posse's xxl! really excellent variations in formation and use of 90s hiphop shapes modernized in a smart way. gotta do the obligatory salute to the only damn theatre kids left in this godforsaken industry (onf), bc the bye my monster choreo is fantastic. the walk choreo is also great! i wasn't actually expecting it to be bad, but it got absolutely butchered by the music show camerawork, so watch the dance practice or one of the stationary fancams in order to get the full effect. have to include riize impossible mention bc finally a house song and house choreo, even if it's pretty basic. its interesting that i'm noticing the trend this year seems to be kicking/leg related point choreo; you can see it in impossible obvs since house is lit about footwork, but also boom boom bass, 82major's choke, jinhyuk's relax, and allhours' shock. i would also consider supernova in this category too, esp considering gg choreo rarely has lower body emphasis. maybe it's not even a trend at all since i'm barely paying attention to anything right now, but it is a minor commonality that i've noted. also love allhours' wao wao choreo bc it is 3rd gen nonsense for no reason. it's literally a bside and they got a kid raw dogging a standing back tuck on CONCRETE. he didn't need to do that! it's crazy enough without it, there's also an honest to god pirouette in the middle of the damn thing too! with tracking! why!

[wayvment]

TEN 텐 'Nightwalker' Dance Practice

[petrichorpetals]

I'm being very sane and normal about the Ten album I swear. I might have listened to the album 176 times already but that's besides the point.

Ten's about to be my most streamed artist by the end of the year tbh. I'm SOBBING I didn't have money for preorder but I'm getting my little goblin hands on both versions of his album as soon as I can. I need king of the ult table's photocard if it kills me. I've gotten my hands on two WayV albums and Xiaojun I love you, you're secondary bias, but I need my boy.

(Okay to be fair I did pull a Ten in On My Youth but it was the Polaroid and I can't put that in my phone case.)

Not excited over the styling tho. The light on version is giving far too much Kai for me to be convinced it's Ten's flavor and I'm not a fan of the stylings they had him in for Nightwalker. Like the thumbnail image of him with no eyebrows???? I know SM hates him but genuinely why.

It's not like they don't know how to style him??? Was his normal stylist out of town for this promotion or something? Like we're just back to 'Baby Don't Stop' Ten again and while I'm not opposed, it was far from his best look. 😕 'Birthday' Ten slapped so hard and tbh that song should have been promoted on this mini album as the title track but that's besides the point.

Honestly while I didn't hate Nightwalker at first it ranked really low for me overall but it's deffo grown on me. I should know by now not to doubt WayV. 😅 I was making fun of the slight falsetto from On My Youth and was SO convinced it ruined the song on my first listen. I have far too many streams of that song now in both versions. Same thing with Low Low and Kick Back tbh.

I think it's just the Ten effect. Boy opens his mouth and I listen. 😂 He's up to 103 songs that he's participated in and it doesn't matter what I'm doing, my brain is hyper-focused every time he opens mouth.

It's still funny to be that getting into WayV at first, Ten wasn't even the one I was focused on. It was Lucas at first bc my friend biased him, then Xiaojun took my attention, and finally Ten decided to get the wrecking ball to my brain.

I'm not even normally one for dance line either because I'm a whore for vocalists, but Ten is the only person I'll actively go out of my way to watch dance practice videos for. (Besides ateez but that was plot related) Like I already mentioned Birthday but the amount of views I have on both the MV and dance practice alone is too many to count. Ten just moves like water and has masterful control over his body and UGH IT'S SO GOOD. Have I gone out of my way to watch each and every video I can find of Ten dancing? Maybe.

Tbh I think the only person that can compete with Ten for my attention dance wise is The8 from Seventeen. I just really desperately want those two to collab. Like I know you two know each other, you were on the same show at one point and you share the dreamies on the weekend. Minghao is literally besties with Winwin please I need this for my mental health. I'll even take Jun too at this point, please Ten I'm begging! 😭 Am I still on my WayV and Seventeen agenda maybe.

[ikjun]

(anon who asked about dancers) i asked out of sheer curiosity but i rly liked ur answer & ur reasoning behind it! completely agree on ten also, i haven't seen much of him because i'm very casually into nct (and i mostly lean towards 127 at that) but whenever i come across a wayv/nct u performance my eyes neverrrr leave him, he's like hypnotizing to watch dance. i watched the birthday dance practice multiple times and i'm never not in awe of his fluidity like he dances as if physics bend to his will. even with how little ik about him i've always thought he's very overlooked in these conversations lol and funnily enough i've been dreaming of a hoshi/ten collab for a while, even if just for a stage i think they'd complement each other so well

ten is sooooooo so good. even before i became a fan of nct, i used to watch a video essay on his dancing all the time because i love his flow of movements and his range as well. the way he covers an entire stage by himself is one of a kind because he makes it look so fluid while executing it on such a high level, especially considering his influences are so wide-ranging. i love when he mixes more lyrical stuff with the hip-hop choreos he gets with wayv or on his own, he bridges the gaps between what those styles look like separately beautifully. also next to hoshi he's one of the few who really extends all his lines entirely, down to the hands (looking at you kpop bgs) and it just always looks so clean and i am sucker for that.

i truly think he's a genius when it comes to stage craft. even if the songs aren't super outstanding, his choreos and performances make them outstanding. that is the mark of him being a dancer rather than solely being an idol to me. nightwalker and birthday are great because he's performing them, not because the music is innovative or ground-breaking. i love everything he does and i want to see him go far as a soloist even besides wayv.

and YES hoshi and ten dancing together would be something i'd pay good money to see.

[bigjigglyidi8]

Saw your Saint's Row post, do you have any headcanons for your Boss?

Thank you, Anon! I’ve been gearing to talk about her! Everything will be below the cut. So if anyone is interested in talking about Saints Row, Youtubers, or Video Games, my Inbox is open!

Who is Verde Yong?

Junghwa Maria Cortez is a Korean-Cuban-American Immigrant with a whorish intellectual insanity unique only to the 3rd Row Saints. 6 feet of curvy athleticism and a mouth that rivals porn.

She’s not ashamed of her Corner job history, flaunting her sexual poweress and continuing to strip and dance at various clubs as a favourite pastime. She knows she’s a woman, specifically a woman of colour and uses to her advantage, leaving her rivals unaware and horny -then dead.

(lip ring not featured)

What’s her Heat?

Molotovs for sure, used right and they can be just as explosive as grenades.

Duel Pistols, Tomb Raider has always been a role model for the SR Leader. Specifically gold-plated Duel Eagles with deadeye accuracy and a tiny charm of a wingless jade dragon.

A triple barrel single-shot shotgun known as “La Parada”, gold-plated and stained steel the colour of teal, it’s a brute of a shotgun with the power to stop a Brute with a few headshots.

A Magenta-plated AR-55 dubbed the “Fecha Límite”.

Her M2 Grenade Launcher painted a toxic green is a last resort finisher decourated with embossed flowers and butterflies.

A green Louisville Slugger with a wrapping gold serpent burnt into it’s wood.

Her signature melee move is a sliding home plate kick -or handle whip- between her opponent's legs.

What’s in the Garage?

Chaerin is the name of her Torch -her first car and most prized vehicle.

Yong is her trusty Kenshin, a dragon the slithers through traffic with practiced ease.

Beverly is a Churchill named after a dear old friend from her nightwalker days.

Bozal is a gold and green Estrada that unleashes raw power with a single rev.

Chauncey is a Justice painted in the colours of Pansexuality, a representation of it’s driver’s preferences.

Radke is named after an old ex boyfriend and brickhouse of a man, she’s never quite stopped loving.

Astro is the stolen Decker Criminal repainted in the Saints’ colours to mock the tech-scene nerds.

[misunderstood-shadows]

Bruises

Warnings: Domestic violence trigger warning, violence, swearing, injury

Word count: 2073

Reblogs and comments= fics!

The phone rang on the bedside table. I glanced at it for a moment, before returning to my laptop where Peaky Blinders was playing. Netflix had already asked my three times if I was still watching, which I though was just plain rude.

The phone shut off, then started ringing again, this time with a different ring tone. ‘Bad Moon Rising’ blared for a minute, Klaus stubbornly refusing to hang up. I reached over, switching the phone to silent and returning to Cillian Murphy’s baby blues.

Two episodes later and the doorbell rang. I ignored it again, pulling my duvet tighter around myself, trying to focus on what Alfie was saying through my tinny speakers.

“Open the door.”

I froze at the sound of Elijah’s voice.

“I can hear you. Open the door, or I will,” he repeated calmly. I had no doubt he would.

I rolled off the bed carefully, hurriedly checking my reflection in the mirror. The bruise marred my cheek and eye, my skin a mottled blue and black. The skin had split near my eyebrow, the scab was still red and slightly bloody. I tried to cover it with my hair and hurried to my door before Elijah removed it.

“What is it?” I asked, opening the door a fraction.

Elijah was in a tuxedo, his bow tie loose around his neck. He had a slight waft of bourbon around him, but his eyes looked clear. He raised an eyebrow at my appearance.

Flushing, I pulled at my shirt, as if that could fix the curry stained sweatpants and wrinkled shirt.

“I’m not sure Hayley would be pleased if you turned up in that.”

I frowned. “What do you… fuck! The wedding! That’s today, oh my god I completely forgot.”

I stepped back, forgetting about the door. Elijah took the opening and stepped inside, forcing me back. I scowled, closing the door behind him.

“Yes, well, Niklaus was worried when he couldn’t get in touch with you. We have time. Go, change and…” he paused, frowning. “What’s that on your face?”

My eyes widened and I raised a hand to brush my hair back over that side of my face. “Uhm, nothing. It’s fine. I don’t think I can come; I’m coming down with a cold or the flu. I don’t want to give it to Hope if I can avoid it.”

He stepped forward. “It’s futile to lie to me. I can hear your heart.” He reached for me again. “What happened?”

I stepped back, my back hitting the door. He gave me a concerned look, and when he reached for me again, I let him. He brushed my hair back, revealing the bruise. Though he tried to hide it, I saw the corner of his mouth twitch downwards.

“Did Liam do this to you?”

I shook my head, heart pounding. “No, no. I slipped while I was cooking, I hit my head on the counter.” I waved a hand behind him, towards the kitchen. “Slippery floor.”

On hand reached up, his thumb stroking gently over the shiny skin. “Don’t lie.”

‘If you tell anyone’, he’d whispered in my ear, knee in my back, ‘I’ll kill you.’. I knew he would, too.

I slid out from between Elijah and the door, his dark eyes watching me the whole time.

“I’m not lying, I swear.”

He still didn’t buy it.

“Please, Elijah. I promise.”

I gestured to the kitchen again. “Do you want a drink? I think I have your favorite bourbon still here.”

Without waiting for an answer, I made my way behind the counter, pulling a glass from the shelf. I didn’t think and reached up for the half-full bottle. My ribs screamed and I sucked in a breath, barely holding in a gasp. Elijah was at my side in a second, replacing the bottle on the shelf.

He guided me to a chair, where I sat doubled over, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Let me see,” he demanded, kneeling before me.

I shook my head, still breathless. “I’m… fine.”

His lip curled in a snarl. “You are not. Let me see.”

He gently removed my hands from where they covered my ribs and lifted my shirt. I kept my eyes determinedly on the floor as he looked me over, trying to ignore the fact that I hadn’t had the strength to put on a bra. A cool finger slid over the bruise, skirting around the large carpet burn that wrapped around my right side. He lent me forward ever so slightly to check my back, and I saw his whole body go still as he was the boot print on my lower back.

He pulled back, gently leaning me against the chair. His eyes were dark and stormy, his face set in that deadly calm façade. I knew him well enough to know that blood would be spilled tonight.

“I dumped him. That’s why he did this,” I said, gesturing to my face. “This is the second time he’s done this. Last time he was drunk. This time he was not. I knew I couldn’t let him stay.”

“You didn’t tell us,” he said. “You have three Original vampires at your disposal. You could’ve told us.”

I shook my head. “I couldn’t, that’s not me. He was my boyfriend, I needed to deal with it like a big girl.”

Elijah knelt in front of me, looking me in the eyes. “You are to come with me. I’ll give you some of my blood, and you can get changed. I refuse to let you out of my sight.”

I nodded, and his hand came up again, stroking my face. “I wish you’d told me.”

I turned my head, pressing a kiss to his hand, before standing. He rose with me, a full head taller than me. His eyes were still simmering with anger, but they softened when I gave him a small smile.

“Thank you, ‘Lijah.”

He nodded, turning to take the glass for the counter behind him. He bit into his hand, dripping blood into the glass. He offered it to me, and I took it, eyeing the liquid in apprehension.

“You must drink,” Elijah said softly.

“I know,” I said. “It’s just odd, isn’t it? A human drinking the blood of a vampire.”

Elijah gave me a small smile, then looked pointedly at the glass. I lifted it to my lips, eyes not leaving Elijah as I drank. I put the glass down on the table, trying not to wince at the metallic taste. A moment later, I felt the pain in my ribs faded, and my skin healed over the carpet burns on my back. The swelling on my cheek receded and the burst vessels in my eye sealed back over.

“That’s so much better,” I groaned, rolling my neck. I smiled up at a much more relaxed Elijah, feeling much brighter. “Give me an hour. Can you call Rebekah? She said she’d do my hair.”

Elijah nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket. I headed towards the bathroom, eager to leave this apartment and its bad memories, even temporarily.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Elijah I heard the shower start just as I dialed the phone.

“Niklaus,” I said when he picked up. “If Liam turns up to the wedding, I want you to set one of Marcellus’ nightwalkers to detain him and wait for me. He is not to come near Y/N.” “Did he get too close to her, brother? You know, if you want her, you could have her. God know you two have danced- “

“Enough,” I snapped. “He raised his hand to her, Niklaus. Twice. Her ribs were cracked and her face…” I trailed off, unable to get the image of her black and blue body form my mind. “He’s finished with her. If he comes near her, I will rip his heart from his chest.”

Niklaus laughed form the other side. “I’m proud, brother. Perhaps some of my so-called madness has worn off on you.”

“Perhaps,” I said, before ending the call. It was true; I did feel an inexplicable rage towards the man Y/N had trusted with her heart.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When I exited the shower, Rebekah was waiting in my room. From her face, I knew Elijah had filled her in.

“Don’t,” I said when she opened her mouth. “I don’t need speeches about how stupid I was, and how I needed to leave the moment I felt unsafe. I know, Beks. I already know.”

She shook her head, brows furrowing. “I was just going to say how proud and happy I am that you ended it. Even if it was late, you did it. Nobody deserves what you got.”

I opened my mouth but couldn’t think of what to say. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me a bright smile. “Let’s move on, shall we?”

I nodded gratefully, and she swung out a chair in front of my mirror.

“Now, I think we need to have your hair down. Sit still for me.” She smiled at me in the mirror, already reaching for a brush.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rebekah literally got me ready in record time. She had vampire sped through my makeup, moving like a hummingbird, but remaining gentle. She had thrown a towel over the mirror so I couldn’t see my reflection when she was finished, insisting that I needed to ‘see it all with the dress’ and to ‘shut up and sit still like a good girl’.

She kept me laughing and even ordered Elijah to bring us each a glass of wine. He handed them through the small crack in the door that Rebekah allowed, insisting again that he shouldn’t see me before the big reveal.

“And… there,” she said finally.

The dress had been bought months ago, chosen and purchased by Rebekah without my say. However, the dress was perfect. Nothing less could be expected, of course.

It was mid-thigh length, black lace covering white silk. The shoes were strappy black and tall, but still somehow comfortable.

“Holy fuck,” I said, smiling. “You are a goddess, Rebekah.”

She smiled behind me. “In that dress, darling, you are an angel.”

We grinned at each other for a moment, before there was a polite knock at the door.

“If we are to make it in time, we must leave now.”

Rebekah leaped into action, grabbing both of our clutches from the bed and ushering me out of the bedroom.

“Now, brother,” she called over my shoulder. “Do remember your darling sister is here, so save all the tomfoolery for when I am a least a few miles away.”

She moved around me, winking as she passed. I rolled my eyes before they met Elijah’s. His bowtie was done up now, and he stood by my little worn couch, looking absolutely flawless. I did a little twirl, my skirt flaring.

“Your sister truly is magical; are you sure you can’t still practice magic?” I said jokingly.

Elijah smiled. “Oh, my sister merely put finishing touches on what was already there.”

I flushed, avoiding his eyes. There was a pointed cough from Rebekah and Elijah rolled his eyes, before offering his arm.

“My sister,” he said, leaning close to my ear. “Has made me swear on my life that I would be a perfect gentleman this evening.”

His breath brushed my neck, and I tried very hard not to shudder. Fuck me.

I turned my head to smile up at him. “As if you’re every anything other.”

His face was soft, and I found that I liked this look at him. I wanted to think that this look was just for me, however, I knew better. For the last year, his attention had been on Hayley, and I knew that he thought of me as no more than a family friend; a human who was helpful for the now, but who would grow useless as time passed, only to be forgotten sometime in the next century or so.

There was a flash, and we both turned to Rebekah, frowning. She smiled and flitted from the room, the skirt of her dress disappearing out of the door.

“When you two are done flirting, there’s a party with an open bar waiting for us.”

I didn’t look back at Elijah, still flushed from Rebekah’s words, but I could still feel his eyes on me as we left the apartment, arm in arm.

[lazywriter7]

Marvel Ace/Aro Rec List

Happy Pride everyone! It’s 30 June where I’m at, and although I didn’t get to actually write something ace-coloured for Pride, I thought I could atleast show some love - mostly towards the numerous fics I’ve read in this fandom that mainly feature characters on the ace/aro spectrum.  Characters and pairings may vary, and please make sure to read all tags and take care of yourself before diving in, as some of these feature internalised phobia (but always a happy ending <3 ). So go forth and show these authors some love!

grey and other colours by theappleppielifestyle  (steve/tony, demisexual, demiromantic Tony)

Distantly, Tony hears Clint say something like, “No, I definitely heard he was an equal opportunist. Like, equal-equal, no preference. Hey Tones, who are you attracted to more, dudes or chicks?”

He calls the last part out to Tony, who runs the words over in his mind and unthinkingly says, “I’ve actually never been attracted to anyone, it’s really worrying.”

~ this one’s a staple in the ace stevetony fandom, and the first I ever read. Sweet, poignant and beautifully written, capturing Tony’s changing feelings with lovely nuance.

Variations in Modern Dance by  Pookaseraph (steve/tony, asexual Steve)

There's only one thing in the world that Steve has decided the 21st century isn't alright with: not wanting to have sex. Sadly that seems to be the one thing the Serum couldn't fix, and it's playing hell with his ability to deal with his feelings for Tony. Thankfully Tony is a brilliant engineer, and he might be able to find a solution, or maybe he'll realize there's nothing there to fix.

~ I think this fic serves as great companion reading to the one above. Some of the conversations had by the characters are (deliberately) not always delicately phrased, but there’s a lovely sense of openness, self-discovery as well as self-acceptance that’s complimented by solid, solid writing.

Chance by SallyExactly (asexual Nat, Clint & Nat brotp)

Clint Barton's snap decision to re-interpret his mission orders means a new life for Natalia Romanova. She's only got the one shot at it, though, and "how to live and remake yourself in three easy steps" was never included in her assassin training.

~ anyone who knows me knows that I never miss an opportunity to rec this fic. This is one of the best fics I’ve ever read, one of the best spy stories I’ve ever read, and it just happens to feature an asexual, female protagonist. The asexuality is honestly not the main point of the story, just one of the several things Natasha discovers and reclaims about herself, along with a lifelong friendship - and all of those things make this fic absolutely excellent.

A Practical Glossary for the Twenty-first Century by shadowen (sam/bucky, asexual Bucky)

Some words are easier than others.

~ There’s a line from this fic that goes: What he’s having trouble with is matching new words to old feelings and figuring out which words are right for all the things he feels right now. And if that’s the sort of poignant character journey you want to read for Bucky, man is this the fic for you. Lovely writing, compulsory amoeba joke, a really soft Sam... this has something for everyone :P

No Such Thing as Normal by nightwalker (steve/tony, asexual Steve)

“I understand if you want to break up,” Steve said, the words spilling out of his mouth like they were hot on his tongue. He hadn’t meant to say it quite like that and not so early in the conversation, but it’s out there now, loud and heavy between them and he can’t pretend he didn’t say it.

~ this fic is essentially a well-written, honest conversation between two characters navigating unfamiliar waters, and I like that a lot. It’s also great about representing a different facet or kind of asexuality than we sometimes read in fandom, which is all sorts of excellent because being in a spectrum do be like that :D 

Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer by TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel (aromantic, asexual maria hill) "Darcy was convinced it was going to become part of SHIELD’s oral history forever, like that time everyone on this one op was doused with sex pollen and the only one who didn’t screw someone senseless was then not-yet-deputy director Agent Hill, and Robards said it was because she was a frigid lesbian and Hill told him that the term was asexual and if he was going to be a bigoted asshole about it he could at least get her orientation right. And then Coulson made him go through the hardcore diversity and sexual harassment training as punishment, because everyone knew Hill and Coulson were bros."

Maria Hill is honestly pretty happy with her life.

~ You know when you’re kinda done with the emotion-heavy angst of being an LGBTQIA+ person, and you just kinda wanna consume content that deals with unquestioned acceptance and awesomeness? This is that fic. Maria Hill is that woman. And I love. After the Applause by  tartanfics (peggy/angie, demisexual Angie)

Angie doesn't have anyone waiting for her out in the audience. She didn't get to tell Peggy she finally got a part in a show; Peggy wasn't there to tell. She ran lines with Sarah from 4A. There's been not a word from Peggy, nothing, after Angie went to all the trouble of calling up her family and finding Peggy a way out of the city.

~ not to be tooo controversial, but do I wish that Peggy Carter’s story ended something like the above fic? Yes, yes I do <3 Set post season 1 of Agent Carter, this fic is everything you’d want a get-together to be, plus bonus demisexual Angie! Win-win all around.

And now for some self-recs: to love and to hold (aroace bruce banner, asexual natasha, queerplatonic brucenat) His expression was a little too brittle. “Lucky for you I’m a bit too much of a coward for sex, then.”

But Natasha’s lips only flattened, gaze implacable. “Have you thought not wanting to do something might not be the same as being a coward?”

untitled aro Rhodey ficlet (aro rhodey, tony & rhodey brotp)

Because here’s the thing: there are no butterflies in the world that Rhodey resides. No whirlwind rush of emotions, no dusky blush rising to his skin when someone flashes a cute smile his way, no impassioned, well-meant love notes he was smuggling into people’s lockers at recess.

All his friends come to him for love-related advice; but he feels like a scientist, observing phenomena he can analyse but not understand, proselytising about another species from afar.

And that’s it folks! Please feel free to add your own recs on, this is really by no means an exhaustive list and we deserve nice things this year - happy Pride again!

[bysombreseas]

The Dusk Patrol - Chapter One Excerpt

Authour’s Note: 

The first two thousand words or so of my WIP, a little scene where our protagonists are introduced and roles are established. Hope you all enjoy!

Taglist: @aurisadventure , @adayforducks , @danielleslayer , @wordsofpaintandsmoke , @smudged-glasses-writing

Episode 1 – Nightwalkers

It was only when the sun fell that Hope City lit up. Neon flames danced to the pounding chorus that spilled from club doorways and underground raves. The orderly suits of the business sector gave way to brightly dressed youths and drunken partygoers. Beer and blood and drugs beckoned from every doorway, while on the street a thousand honking taxis fought to push through endless gridlock.

There was a lot of crime in Hope City. Beyond the dazzling wealth of its tourist sector lay ramshackle neighborhoods and creeping decay. Hope was two cities, really; one was for the tourists, and the other, much poorer and far more violent, for its permanent residents.

It was in this second city that Dusk Patrol cadet Wren Nichang found herself, her police trainee badge flashing white every time she passed beneath a streetlight. The wind had started to pick up, ruffling her bob cut and sending a chill across her bare arms. It got cold quick at night, even in the summer.

Her mentor tonight was Brian Okave, six foot five and built like a steamroller. The Faith’s golden halo hung around his neck, though Wren couldn’t imagine him as the kind of man who prayed. Everything else about his uniform was standard Dusk Patrol; one Gaea L56 sidearm, one crackling walkie-talkie, a UV-capable flashlight and two clips of hollow-point bullets. Okave was one of the best mentors on the force and Wren was hoping she’d be assigned to shadow him for her training period. It was hard to tell if Okave reciprocated the feeling. There was a veneer of calm about him that rarely broke, even when he raised his voice.

“Nichang. Situational assessment.”

They were in a quieter part of town, the buildings ramshackle and the streetlights few and far between. It wasn’t a place that outsiders visited often, a hidden slum just blocks from one of the city’s biggest concert halls. “There are no cars in sight,” Wren said, squinting as she peered into the darkness. “Fence behind us isn’t short enough to jump. The houses across the street are too close together for there to be alleyways. There’s only one person in the immediate area, leaning against that streetlight. I assume that’s our contact.”

“Good eyes,” said Okave. “Professional assessment. Keep your guard up nonetheless. This is a bad part of town and some nightwalkers are very good at hiding.”

The wind picked up, a soft howling that competed with the distant city noises for attention. As they crossed the street, Wren folded her arms and wished she’d remembered to bring her jacket. “Sir?” she ventured. “Shouldn’t we be wearing plainclothes?”

“We should, yes.”

“Then why–”

“Department rules, Nichang. You’ll see when you meet her.”

“Oh.” Wren frowned. Suspense was never a good thing. “Have you known her for long?

“Several months. I met Anderson on a case. She was mugged on her way home, broke the poor bastard’s arm in three places. I brought up a murder I was working on and she gave me a name. Been my contact ever since.” There was a note of pride in Okave’s voice.

Wren nodded, unsure what to make of that. “With all due respect, sir, I didn’t realize the Dusk Patrol kept informants. None of my previous mentors had any.” Wren left out that her previous mentors hadn’t been too interested in casework. The mentors only got one night with each cadet before putting down names for permanent assignment, and most spent that time getting to know the trainees instead of doing actual policing. Wren–who couldn’t hold a conversation if it was glued to her hands–had spent the last two weeks red-faced and mumbling as each mentor’s initial enthusiasm faded into awkward silence.

“We don’t,” Okave replied to Wren’s query. “This is a special case.”

The figure waved at their approach. A girl, around a year younger than Wren, maybe eighteen. She wore an oversized sweater with the hood pulled up, torn jeans, and fingerless gloves. Her shoes were cheap knockoffs with a brand name like Noke or Jordens. Her face was drawn and pale, feral almost, her short brown hair so ragged and messy Wren was sure that she’d cut it herself with a dull knife and no mirror.

“Brian,” the girl said. Her voice was low. “Who’s the Asian chick?”

“Don’t call me that,” Wren scowled. She was an addict of some sort, that much was certain. Probably wearing the sweater to hide the marks in her arms–though from needles or teeth it was impossible to say. It wasn’t unheard of for people to give themselves up as blood banks, even if feeding was illegal outside of approved centres. Then again there’s the other possibility. She’s one of them.

“Sure thing cutie,” said the girl, with a smile. “I’m Anderson. Ann for short. Brian you didn’t answer my question.”

“Her name is Wren. She’s my shadow for the evening.”

“That’s cool, that’s cool. What am I here for? And I know you’re gonna say ‘the murder of course’ but which one? Cops gunned down three nightwalkers on Cinder Street–”

“Official statement is they drew first.”

“Cross that off. There’re some dead people in a hotel. I think it was a murder-suicide, but I don’t know much. Heard it was gruesome–blood and wax everywhere. Pretty spooky.”

“We want to know about this man.” Okave drew a rumpled photograph from his pants pocket and passed it to the girl. She looked it over, pursing her lips. “Try to remember, would you? I’m sure it can be worth your while.”

Wren watched the interaction from behind Okave. Dusk Patrol was weird in that way; for some things you had complete autonomy and others none. It was probably a rule somewhere you had to wear uniforms when talking to informants. Something about ‘maintaining a position of authority’. They were big on that stuff, pride before practicality.

The autonomy though. Only in the Dusk Patrol could you park your squad car two blocks away, walk to some crap-sack neighborhood and offer a lowlife a bribe without calling any of it in. Then again, when every case was an assault or murder, the criminals were monstrous nightwalkers and officer mortality rates were high enough that a sizeable part of the budget went to paying off life insurance, for most the perks weren’t worth the risk.

“I think I’ve seen him before.” The girl’s voice grew in confidence with each syllable. “Yeah, he was at Iris last Saturday. Bought a drink or two.”

“Iris?” Wren asked. “What’s that?”

“It’s a nightwalker club.” Anderson smiled, a big smile, large enough to show incisors. “I am a vampire.”

Wren stared and Okave sighed and Anderson’s wide smile grew wider.

“Let’s get back on topic here,” said Okave. “We know the guy was at Iris. I wouldn’t be here talking to you if we didn’t know that–”

“I work drinks,” Anderson explained to Wren.

“–so clearly I’m looking for more. Who was he? What did he do? Where did he go?”

“Why does it matter?”

Okave sighed again, running a dark hand over his forehead. “Because he’s been dead two days. We found his body in a dumpster on Queens. Throat slashed, drained dry. He had no wallet, no ID, and we’re waiting on forensics to match his prints. Autopsy came back yesterday; shows he wasn’t a nightwalker.”

“And then you started caring.” Anderson’s voice took on an edge. And that’s why we don’t have informants, Wren thought. To say the relationship between nightwalkers and the Dusk Patrol was poor would have been the understatement of the century. They hate us.

“I just do my job,” Okave said flatly. “The case came on my desk yesterday. A witness placed the guy somewhere in Iris’s vicinity, so I figured I’d talk to you.”

“Well I don’t know his name,” said Anderson. “But I know what he was.”

“That’s a start.”

Anderson scratched the back of her neck. If she felt threatened by the two officers she did not show it. My first vampire, Wren thought. Not entirely true, as she had seen other nightwalkers during training. Behind cells, though, or in interrogation rooms. Anderson was out in the wild. She was different than what Wren had expected. Cocky and rude, but not entirely unfriendly. How does it come so easily to her, that confidence? I wish I had that.

“He was a familiar,” Anderson was saying. “Your shadow know what I’m talking about?”

Okave looked to Wren, who was still staring. “Well?”

“Oh. Uh, they’re humans that want to be nightwalkers, right? Vampires usually.”

“It’s like a fetish,” Anderson chuckled. “He came up to the counter and asked for a beer. I think it was an excuse to make small talk; you should have seen his face when I told him my age. He asked my name, but I already knew where this was going. I told him I wasn’t interested in that sort of arrangement.”

“Blood for money?” Wren asked.

“Providence no, it’s blood for love. It’s blood so maybe a vampire might take you into their home, or even illegally turn you if you’re lucky.”

“I see.” Wren fought to keep her face blank. The thought of willingly letting a vampire drink her blood was a repulsive one, but she didn’t want to offend Anderson. “Does it happen often?”

This time it was Okave who answered. “Rarely, and rarer still the authorities don’t find out. There’s always the danger of ending up with an abusive vampire, or a pathological liar that just wants you for blood. That said, not that all vampires are manipulative, nor are nightwalkers in general–”

“Aw shut up,” Anderson interrupted. “Always with that PC bullshit. Anyways, I told the guy I wasn’t interested, and he left. To be honest I’m not too surprised he’s dead; dude was naïve, nervous. Probably his first time out.”

“Did you see him with anyone?” Okave asked, but the vampire just shrugged.

“Come on, Brian, it’s a busy place. It’s hard to make out faces in a crowd.”

Okave stuck a hand in his pants pocket and came out with a few bills. He let the glow from the streetlight catch on them. “How about these faces?”

Anderson snatched the money. She was almost a head smaller than Okave, her thin form dwarfed in his shadow. “Yeah, I recognize them. I remember your dead man too. Saw him leave with a woman, some ‘crat.”

“You have a name?”

Anderson shook her head. “No, she’s new, but I know the guy she was drinking with. His name is Tim Gossel.”

Gossel, she explained, had been turned legally at a government center when he was eighteen, one of the last before they got shut down. He was a college student and, Anderson added, a ‘hippy’. Wants to ban silver bullets and reopen turning centres. Thinks the Dusk Patrol and the Faith are evil. To Wren he sounded much worse than a hippy; he was a radical with dangerous views. No doubt he thought nightwalker criminals were all good people as well, victims of culture and circumstance and societal pressures.

At least she doesn’t think much of him either, Wren mused. The contempt in Anderson’s voice was palpable. “I didn’t think he was violent,” the vampire was saying. “Though I bet he’d take a swing at me if he knew I talk to you guys.”

It occurred to Wren just how risky Anderson’s actions were. People like Gossel were rife in Hope; no doubt they would consider speaking to the police some form of betrayal. “Does that worry you?” she asked, feeling a note of concern for the slouching girl.

“Fuck no I’d kick his scrawny ass,” Anderson laughed. “Kid’s three, I’m a hundred– Wren, are you alright? Your eyes just got real fuckin’ large again.”

“She’s fine,” Okave said. “If you don’t have anything else, I think we’re done here.”

“Fine by me.” Anderson straightened, adjusting her hood. “Nice to meet you, Wren. See you around sometime.”

Wren managed a quiet ‘bye’ as the girl walked past them, out of the streetlight and into the shadows. She closed her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts. She’s a vampire. The Dusk Patrol is supposed to kill her kind, and werewolves, and demons, and ghouls, and any kind of nightwalker that makes trouble. But she doesn’t care, no, she’s our friend. And she’s a hundred, plus what, the seventeen, eighteen years she was human? Did she call me cute?

Providence, she did. That’s so cool.

[reylolove94]

shwtlee2reylo Fic Masterpost

 So when i join this family this last december one of the first things i did was seach for fanfics bc was a fam without them right?. i found many of them but no one of the captive me the way that  @shwtlee2reylo fics did it.  she is just a amazing writer and person who with his fanfics trasmist a lot of emotions who will make you cry , feel angry but most important will make you happy. and she deserve all the happinness in there and so much more recognicion in his works. so this is for you. and so sorry for my english not my native language.

also this post is inspired by her mastepost of @reylorobyn2011 fanfics another amazing writer in this family. 

C = Completed   Wip = Work in Progress

Modern AU:

Desperado: The American Outlaw  (Actor AU, collaboration fic, with @reylorobyn2011 ) C 

Closer  (College AU, collaboration fic, with @reylorobyn2011) C 

Precious  ( One of my favorites) ( College AU , best friends falling in love) Wip

Just Add Water  ( Based H20 = Just add water) C

Crossed Paths ( Enemies to lovers , Neighbors ) C

Lifeline ( night club , DrinkingDrunk , Dancing ) Wip

He’s Gone ( One of my favorites) (Solider Ben Solo , Devoted Reylo) C

Nightwalker ( don’t a Modern Au but idk where to put it) ( Vampire ) Wip

VAMPIRE AU:

Nightwalker ( Vampire ) Wip

SUPERHERO AU: 

Vigilante ( Superheros AU , Crime Fighting) Wip

Shield of valor ( Superheros AU , Captain America) Wip

Historical AU:

Play of vanity  ( Pride and prejudice AU , Eventual Romance ) Wip

Sustenance ( MY FAVORITE) (Lactation Kink , Baby Paddy) Wip

One Truth (Orient Express AU, Collaboration Fic with @reylorobyn2011) Wip

Canonverse / CanonDivergent AU:

The light, the dark and the balance (Breylo AU, Collaboration with @reylorobyn2011) Wip

Starlight ( One of my favorites)  ( pregnant reylo , Apprentice Rey) Wip

Tempest ( Based in The Tempest by Shakespeare) Wip

Adventures of young Ben Solo ( jedi academy AU, Pre-Star Wars: The Phantom Menace) Wip

Practice makes perfect ( Force Bond , Massage ) C

Truth will set you free ( Force Suppression , Collar Mama's boy Ben) C

Darkstar ( What if Rey fled Starkiller base before facing off with kylo ,  Rey stole a ship and fled ) Wip

*Post TLJ:*

Reverence ( An unexpected gift)  ( one of my favorites) ( Emperor Kylo Ren , Post Canon) Wip

Vengence ( After Sustenance my second favorite) ( Kylo is going to burn the galaxy down , Reylo Baby) Wip

Snowflake (Post-Star Wars: The Last Jedi Force Bond (Star Wars) C

[neocatharsis]

TEN ‘Nightwalker’ & Performance Film Dance Practice Behind the scenes

[ddrkirbyisq]

I'm addicted to trying to get things done... This holiday season has been a pretty decent one.  Let's see if I can run through all of the different things that have been going on... I released two new volumes (volume 4 and volume 5) of my custom ringtones series.  I don't know if anybody besides myself really uses these, but they're there anyways.  Along with the cover for Monthlies 2019.12, that makes 3 separate 100x100 pixel art drawings that I've done this month.  Feels nice to be able to churn these out with such regularity now. I've finished my System Shock 2: UNN Nightwalker playthrough.  This one actually provided a good amount of challenge -- I went for a Standard weapons build and unfortunately did not manage to get to Standard 6 to use the assault rifle, so I was using the pistol and shotgun for the entire game, and barely managed to scrape by using the ammo and health that I was able to find along the way.  I wonder if my old Energy build would have actually fared a bit better since in that case you don't have to worry about ammo.  Heavy weapons 1 probably would have actually been a pretty sensible investment since it would allow you to make use of the grenade launcher.  If I had to give some tips to anybody else playing through this fan mission, I'd say that the french-epstein devices are actually relatively plentiful, so it might not be worth spending cyber modules on Modify.  I ended up with a fair number of ice picks too (I guess I always do), so maybe taking Hack all the way to 3 might not even be necessary either. I tried out my first aLttP Randomizer seed!  I wasn't using the beginner mode, just did a normal open mode seed.  It actually ended up being a somewhat annoying seed, as I think it forced you to go to Turtle Rock twice, but regardless, it was a good experience trying to get more familiar with all of the different item locations and dungeons and all.  I'll look forward to trying more of this in the future... I've finally gotten around to getting some spice organizers and racks for the kitchen!  Spices have previously just all been thrown in a cabinet in some non-organized fashion which makes them hard to access at times -- I've now got some countertop / fridge mounted racks to put stuff in, which not only makes the spices more accessible but also frees up the cabinet space, which will allow me to organize some of that stuff better.  Yay! We are hoping for a Feb 22 Spring JaSmix date -- fingers crossed that everything works out there.  I'll also be DJing at FNW on Jan 24th -- been working out the setlist for that recently. Xmas present and gifting is officially mission complete -- everything got delivered and mailed out as far as I know.  Excellent and let's go again next year!  I'll be enjoying the brief respite from letter writing in the beginning of the year. Practiced some partner dance stuff.  Although my main struggles with dance have been socially and emotionally, I felt the need to work on stuff, and ended up working out a couple of various things, which was quite nice. Thanks to a nice set of contact poi that was gifted to me for xmas, I'm now getting back into spinning!  It's actually been really satisfying getting a better handle on the momentum and control of the poi, especially now that I've got a set that has a bit more weight to it as compared with glowstringing.  I've still got much to learn, of course, but with the advent of super-helpful poi videos online and other learning resources, it no longer feels as much like hitting a brick wall when trying to learn various moves. A bit hard to believe that I'll be back at work in just a couple of days, but it's an easier pill to swallow knowing that I don't actually have to go anywhere (not to mention it'll be a short week).  I'm beginning to realize the importance of having something, anything to look forward to when it comes to work, even if it's something really silly. Overall I've gotten a good bunch of things done, including the aforementioned xmas gifts, some music releases (ringtones), and a bit of cleaning and such too.  I got a new external HD as well as a new SSD, and have migrated over to the new SSD (pretty seamlessly), as well as set up backups of external #1 to external #2, so none of my data has a single failure point anymore, yay!  I'll finish up the FNW playlist and try to get one or two more things done (album art for Remixes - Volume 2?)...it'd be nice if I could get around to a few other things too, like the 4-wide trainer or even an Unlock Everything update, but we'll have to see, some of those might still be left on the table.  Maybe at the very least I can play through the final chapter of Celeste...?

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TEN ‘Nightwalker’ & Performance Film Dance Practice Behind the scenes