#strictly come dancing spoilers

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

The pros being adorable during the show:

Nancy absolutely whooping & cheering for Chris & Dianne!

Dianne getting emotional! 😭❤

And her Lemonade Stand story 🍋

Neil nodding along to everything Claudia was saying & picking streamers off of Johannes

Vito & his metaphor monologues 🌞

Katya & Luba's picture from Blackpool when they were kids

Carlos & Nikita doing a little dramatic scene after Wynne & Katya's dance

Gorka's bit before Pete's dance 🤣🔥

Aljaz on the rollercoaster

And all of them when the vote opened! 🎉

[jadelion]

*wakes up in a cold sweat*

Fantasy High, Strictly Come Dancing AU where Fabian is a pro dancer and Adaine is a celebrity

[superbeans89]

Strictly Come Dancing: Week 2

[99fandomsandmarvelisone]

Strictly rant time is very late this week - mostly because I'm annoyed again.

The scoring is so inconsistent - you can not convince me that Ellie's dance deserves 3 tens and Annabel's didn't. The obvious one being that the last lift in their routine definitely went wrong which should've been points off. But the judges have decided she's the Dan of this series and they're determined to overscore her to keep her.

Annabel's dance had me in tears, it had Shirley in tears and the audience too! How it only got 35, with no tens I'm not sure.

The other thing that's annoying is that they clearly want Angela Rippon to get to Blackpool at least which means that even though there are other dancers who are just as if not better than her that will be sent home to get her there.

Adam was so good! I genuinely thought he could be the Chris Ramsey of this year where you're not sure in the beginning but they improve so much and could get to the Semi final if not the final. I'm gutted him and Luba have left because I think they could've done so much more

[jetiana]

I'm so happy for ellie and vito they were one of my favourites this year :) and I loved that ellie had no previous dance experience and was still so good

[xmen-blue]

why the fuck are fluer and molly in the final. the public could not make their hatred clearer

[coldinternetllama]

My thoughts on Maomao and her parents

Spoilers for Maomao's backstory and maybe for some future instances in the LNs. Also this is not a proper analysis, do not expect much structure, lol

One of the saddest things to me in this story is that Maomao probably craved Fengxian's love until the very end, regardless of what she is saying. After all, who wouldn't want to feel their own mother's love, right? Maomao keeps saying that she doesn't know how to love, however I believe this is simply a coping mechanism for her. We know that she loves Luomen, her sisters, the Granny, even Xiaolan and Loulan (yes, I do think she loved them). Hell, she also has "certain affections" for our beloved red flag, as she herself states in her mind. Yet she doesn't classify any of that as love proper. Instead, she comes back to the cut tip of her pinky and repeats her favorite phrase about how she left that feeling somewhere in the past. There where she also left her mother, who is now just the woman who gave birth to her. Still, she administered Fengxian's medicine time and time again. Still she set up the perfect opportunity for Lakan to find her. Still she danced for her under the night sky with a heavily injured leg. Still she bowed to her remains and played her last game of go for her. I don't think she had it in herself to love the woman who pushed her away, but part of Maomao wanted to love her, I believe. And to be loved back. Granted, Luomen and the women at Verdigris house did their best to raise Maomao, but it wasn't enough to replace what could have been.

If anything, our dear apothecary is probably more frustrated than anything. She doesn't hate her parents, no. I would go as far as to say that she actually feels bad for them ( I mean, who wouldn't). Of course, she would never admit that, which leads to her other coping mechanism, namely her extremely abrasive language when referring to Fengxian and Lakan (come on now, breeding mare and stallion? Girl, chill). She would rather feign indifference, lest she has to confront her feelings, which is her least favorite thing to do, as we know. After all, it's these two people's feelings that got them all to that state. If even such intelligent people could make such a blunder because of feelings, why would she want to feel love or be loved? This is also reflected in the scene where she is telling Jinshi that she wants to be executed with poison. Jinshi answers that he would never execute her. Maomao's answer? It doesn't matter what he wants to do, it only matters if he CAN do it. To me, this is a direct reference to her parents' story. Lakan wanted to be with Fengxian, but couldn't. Fengxian wanted to reach out to him, but couldn't. It all ended in ruin because of that damn feeling called love. Of course, this is also why Maomao just refuses to even consider that she can love (btw, I don't mean strictly one type of love, this is a very vast and complicated feeling with many facets, and I mean all of them here). So she simply claims that she doesn't, yet her actions tell a different story.

Now, I have never been in a similar situation, so I do not claim to know what a person like Maomao would truly think and feel of this. But I think that deep down she wonders what it would have been like to have been loved without being hurt. For her cries to have been met with warmth and not with silence. For her mother to have hugged her instead of having chased her away. And maybe Fengxian wanted the same, but knew that it was not possible. Maybe she was ashamed and disappointed in herself. What good would it be for that child to love her? The child, whose destiny might turn out not too different from her own. Indeed, in the end, no matter what anyone wanted, Fengxian could only become the woman who gave birth to Maomao. And Maomao could only learn to accept that.

[lavellansembrace]

Gaze - jayvik fanfic. Spoilers for season 2 act 2 !!

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Viktor held the man’s gaze, dimmed out iris’s that sunk into the other’s fear stretched pupils. He thought it ironic really,

and oh so painfully familiar. It wasn’t the first time they had done this dance. Viktor on the precipice of death, his eyes void of any sense of life, and Jayce’s eyes screaming in anger; silent but heavy and begging.

come back to me..

they would sing his refrain.

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The first time it happened, Viktor was on the ledge, staring out into the distance. The scientists focus was straining, Irises that dulled and washed across his ill stricken face. His mind was buzzing a chaotic whirl of overlapping thoughts that ricocheted and collided around with meaningless direction.

He didn’t know how to stop the static, and with one shaking foot he stepped closer to the edge.

“Am I interrupting?”

The voice was louder than Viktors thoughts, like a drizzle of rain that washed away the rot festering in the mans mind. He stumbled away from the ledge, twisting around in fright and whipping his head towards the sound aggressively.

Jayce.

Of course it was Jayce.

Their eyes met, Viktors who once shared the same bright innocence and untamed brilliance as Jayce’s, now pooled in twin voids. Empty, dull, hollow.

His partners eyes were different. Large and Wild, colourful. The golden- brown hue dancing over them. Viktor had seen them before, committed them to memory, but he was always fleeting, averting his own gaze as to never over indulge, even as Jayce watched Viktor closely, but now? He couldn’t look away. Jayce’s honey eyes, mixed with Viktors abyss, peering into them was like when the sun mixes into the dark of the night, sunsets swirling through the sky.

Jayce’s eyes widened with that shaking fear, and stepped closer to Viktor.

He didn’t utter a word, he had no need.

His eyes spoke for him.

come back to me..

they sung in refrain.

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The second time it happened Viktor convulsed awake, eyes darting around the dimly lit room, a rising panic that spread soaring heat across his chest. The hospital.

but how did he? His thoughts were cut short, as a deep breathing echoed in his ears, turning to look at the noise, he adjusted his eyes.

Jayce..

this was becoming a habit.

“Jayce?”

Viktors voice shook out in laboured breathing, almost too quiet and foreign, he couldn’t recognise it as his own.

Jayce’s head shot up, body on autopilot he grabbed a hold of Viktors hand.

“Viktor! You’re.. thank god.. you’re ok!”

Bright, wide eyes that glimmered with tears, staring back into the hollow resignation of Viktors own. He shuddered under Jayce’s gaze. Over-analytical pupils darting back and forth. Viktor often wondered what it was Jayce was searching for when they locked eyes, and he smirked to himself, wondering if Jayce saw something in them that Viktor couldn’t. He doesn’t remember how Jayce had managed to move closer to him, but his partner before him sat on his knees beside Viktors hospital bed, never once letting go of the mans weak hand. His other hand was on Viktors cheek, warm and slightly clammy, rubbing small soothing circles on his face. They never once looked away from each other, the silence was deafening and deep across the small room. It was the most they’d ever touched, Viktor tried his hardest to keep Jayce at arms length, to keep their relationship strictly business, friends. And nothing more, but with each passing gaze, eyes lingering, searching for any sort of emotion. It was hard to stay away.

Jayce was weeping now, wet tears spilling from his brown eyes, Viktors brows furrowed, placing his own hand on top of Jayce’s. Wide eyes pleading with the man below him.

Stay with me..

they sung in refrain.

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I guess this is the final time

Viktor sighed. Eyes locked on Jayce’s

but it was different this time.

Jayce’s eyes held the same golden brown colour that Viktor loved, shades of honey that he dreamt about countless times before. He found himself entranced the heat of the mans eyes drew Viktor in, a moth to a flame. Weak and unknowing. Viktor was unsure wether or not he could breathe, but the urge to hold his breath danced upon him. He resented Jayce and his eyes, resented their maddening addictive capabilities. Even now, as Jayce wield his hammer high pointing it directly at Viktor. Eyes fuelled with anger, resentment, hate. Viktor couldn’t look away.

“Jayce”

“Please.. don’t say anything”

Viktor nodded weakly, they had done this dance before, all be it better circumstances. Fear stricken, hungry, wide.

Empty, cold, a void.

Begging to be seen

Begging to be heard

Jayce shuddered at Viktors cold gaze, analysing them intrusively, perhaps he thought if he looked hard enough he would be able to enter Viktors mind.. find out exactly how he thought and felt about Jayce, if there was anything left to feel.

It was different.

Jayce’s eyebrows furrowed, stepping closer slightly, Viktors eyes had light in them. The last time he had seen his partners eyes light up with such wild curiosity was back when they made their first breakthrough with Hextech. This was a different kind of glow,

he could see the Hexcore within Viktors eyes, corrupting, changing yet glowing nonetheless. And Jayce thought it beautiful.

“Jayce…”

Jayce was sobbing now, emotions in a whirlwind, twisting and sinking around his scattered brain. He screamed, activating the hammer. Even the blue light of magic, had corrupted in tendrils of white and green rot. A blinding flash shot throughout the room. Viktor falling backwards and hitting the wall, slumping against it weakly. There was a hole where his heart should have been, before the hexcore changed him, when the only thing it beat for was the man before him. The glow in his eyes disappeared.

Viktor held the man’s gaze, dimmed out iris’s that sunk into the other’s fear stretched pupils. He thought it ironic really,

and oh so painfully familiar. It wasn’t the first time they had done this dance. Viktor on the precipice of death, his eyes void of any sense of life, and Jayce’s eyes screaming in anger; silent but heavy and begging. He held his gaze on Jayce until he couldn’t no longer.. Jayce let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Goodbye Viktor..”

come back to me..

Viktors eyes would sing his refrain,

but there was no response.

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

Chris managed to thaw Craig's grumpiness!

[personinthepalace]

@randomnessoffiction

In preparation for the Seren's Study I am currently banging out like Mozart on a piano, here are all the episode titles and synopses of Odd Squad UK!

The four missing titles will be added when I can find them. Can be anywhere from a few days to a few weeks...maybe a few months at worst. Will reblog this post when they're added!

[myusuchaa]

The Dance - Rafayel x AFAB

༄ wc: 892

༄ third person pov | no spoilers | based on Abysswalker myth

༄ content warnings: fluff, teasing, princess/royalty roleplay, lighthearted, romance, mxf pairing, dancing

༄ a/n: hiii, this was my first ever short fic! i remember feeling so inspired after reading rafayel's abysswalker myth stories that i immediately started to daydream and headcanon what his interactions with her would be like. it is very short and very sweet, somewhat whimsical. this is a part 1 in an abysswalker short fic series i wrote. click here for part 2 which is up!! hope you enjoy! (creative format posted as pictures under text below).

the dance

It was her first night outside of the palace alone with him. The alleyways he brought her to were in the heart of a bustling trade district - dim colored lanterns lit the streets and the smell of grilled food lingered in the air with sounds of laughter and music. 

“There’s just so much to see around here, I never would have believed all this vibrancy was so close to my quiet room in the palace…Oh, look!” 

She pointed to an array of flute-like musical instruments. Her eyes gleamed with wonder, and he couldn’t help but smirk somewhat pridefully, grateful that his mask hid his expression. They continued down the winding streets for some time in this fashion, her fleeting left and right at every stall under his careful gaze. Eventually, they arrived at a small courtyard area, hidden by thriving bushels of vines that crawled along the walls and fell over the archway paths. At the center were a quartet of musicians enthusiastically playing a lively melody. Nearly a dozen or so people were dancing around the quartet, cheeks rosy from the heat of song and wine. 

The two of them made their way to a small alcove in the courtyard, a bit further from the main crowd so as not to disrupt their dance sequence. 

“This is beautiful,” she stated with a smile. “Do you know what type of dance that is? I don’t recall ever learning steps that look like that during my dance lessons at the palace.” 

“No one here dances formally, so I’m not sure I can answer correctly.” His eyes wandered from the crowd onto her beaming face, which was clearly enamored by the scene. She hasn’t looked his way once. Not that he cared much, he would rather look upon her. 

“They are simply moving the way the music is telling them to move.” 

“But they’re so fluid, it looks as if they’ve rehearsed this for weeks! Even the children dancing together, I haven’t seen them trip once!” 

He let out a small laugh under his breath. 

“Those kids have been dancing like that for years, probably ever since they could walk. It comes naturally to them. You, on the other hand, you might trip if you try.”

The heroine fidgeted on her feet for a second, contemplating what to say next. She brushed that remark off.

“Would it come naturally to you, Rafayel?” The slightest blush graced the tip of her nose as she said this.

“...I’m not too keen on dancing.” He wanted to explain it was because the dances he is familiar with are all carried out underwater, making it a completely different task. Pair dancing in the water required constant contact, for fear of creating a current that may push your partner away. The result was a dance involving intricate arm and hand placement, and a degree of intimacy he wasn’t comfortable sharing verbally. 

In the end, he left it at that. He took a breath, growing uneasy at the waning hour.

“Miss, I believe our night out is coming to a close. If I don’t take you back soon, the guards may spot us on their next patrol. Your time is u-”

“Wait, shhh…”, her face lit up even more, as if discovering a hidden secret. “Rafayel, this melody! It’s stunning! How can you not want to join them at the best part?!” 

He grimaced and hesitated. His duty bound him strictly, and he had not forgotten the reason he brought her out in the first place. Yet, as if he were a cold and lonely drifter drawn to a gorgeous flame, he could only obey. 

“I suppose a few minutes of dancing won’t hurt. Besides, I am somewhat indebted to your care for me earlier. But this will cost you.” 

“Cost what?” Somewhere inside, she knew she didn’t care what the price was. 

He merely laughed as he looked toward the sky, taking off his mask with one hand and extending the other toward her. His eyes seemed more crimson than azure in that moment, a hint of mischief in them made pronounced as he smiled slyly, showing his mouth to her for the first time. 

“Then, Your Highness… shall we?” 

She bashfully took his hand and immediately his strength overwhelmed her. As they traveled to the center of the crowd, she suddenly felt embarrassed by asking to dance, not entirely sure what she signed up for. He was warm, incredibly warm, his charismatic grin charming her more than she’d care to admit. But behind his warmth she felt something frigid, and something familiar. Have they met before? She let this thought drift into the wind as the music did. 

“Ready?” He brought her even closer now, the scent of sea salt and spice on his leather coat. His fingers moved down from her shoulders to the arch of her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps where they traced. As the music picked up, he leaned in. 

“Remember, just move naturally.” 

“I-.. I am.” She squeaked. 

“Are you?” He looked down on her, the stars shining above his head. 

“You’re…” She couldn't quite finish the sentence. 

“I’m simply moving the way the music wants me to. Toward you.” 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

His enticing touch left a warm sensation on her, long after he brought her back under the guise of the new moon. 

©myusuchaa 2024 do not steal

[p5x-theories]

What We Know About Okyann

(as of the second beta; last updated 8/27/23!)

Kayo Tomiyama, codename Okyann, is a 44 year-old housewife, and family friend of Wonder's who is very talkative. She joins the team as a "Phantom Idol", or cognitive teammate.

Notably, Kayo's design changed drastically between the two betas- in the first beta, this was her appearance:

Her Japanese voice actress is Atsuko Tanaka.

With a text icon appearing for her in the data, and with Kayo being a Phantom Idol, she's likely to be a Confidant of Wonder's eventually.

In the story, Kayo appears on three separate occasions. The first time, she runs into Wonder in front of his house as he's heading to school, and gushes about how he's grown up so handsome since she last saw him, and mentions Wonder's mother. She goes on to talk about how her "Darling" also went to Kokatsu Academy, and mentions the directions to get there. She eventually lets Wonder leave and head to school.

The second time, she comes across Wonder in Shibuya, shortly after he's returned from going to Kiuchi's Palace for the first time. When he asks her about a crafting table (which he needs to make infiltration tools), she mentions there's a secondhand shop in Yongen-Jaya that might have one, and rambles on a bit more before continuing on her way.

The third time is again on Wonder's way to school, where she asks about his health. She fusses over this, and brings up the problem with phantoms, saying she'd have some more peace of mind if she knew he had medicine, recommending Tae Takemi's clinic in Yongen-Jaya to him. After a moment, she admits she doesn't actually know what medicine would help with phantoms, or much about them in general.

Kayo is very friendly and outgoing, seeming to be the type that loves to chat and gossip (even to her friend's son, if he happens to be nearby). She seems attached to her "Darling" (likely a family member, possibly specifically her husband), and mentions them in at least two of the three conversations you have with her in the second beta.

Translated information mentions that she used to be a fashionista when she was younger, and her phantom thief attire and attitude seems to suggest she was specifically a gyaru (or, at the very least, had an interest in gyaru fashion), as Okyann's hairstyle, darkened skin tone, manner of speech, cellphone decoration, and dancing are all directly associated with gyaru.

Her Persona is Cleodora (based on a water nymph with the gift of prophecy in Greek mythology), and functions as a navigator.

While she doesn't strictly have a melee or ranged weapon as a navigator, P5X does have tools that the navigators use for their abilities, also obtained through the weapon gacha, and hers are flip phones.

There's also some information from the game data that may be spoilers, so I'm putting it under a cut.

A Shadow Kayo 3D model was found in the second beta's data, along with pieces for her Shadow's portraits in both betas' data. It's likely she is a future Palace ruler, though it's unknown when her Palace will come up in-game if so. Her first beta "original design" may actually have been an altered version of her Shadow's model and portraits.

First beta Kayo portrait with the corresponding Shadow version:

Shadow Kayo's 3D model:

What is possibly her Shadow's more monstrous form also has hints in the data, as there is a "chiyome" battle portrait in both betas' data, and Cleodora was mislabeled as "chiyome" in her own battle portrait in the second beta's data.

[tammyisobsessedwith]

My LITG Fanfic

Just a place to gather around all the fics I've written for LITG. Sadly, I don't think I'll be updating the ones in progress in the foreseeable future, but I also can never make myself delete anything, so it's just saved as it is.

A Real Relationship. In Progress, 7/?. Past MC/Rahim, MC/Lucas, eventual MC/Bobby.

2nd person narrative on what happens after MC comes back from Casa Amor and finds out Rahim recoupled with Shannon.

Meet Me in the Afterglow. Oneshot, complete. MC/Will. NSFW

A rewrite of the fight/makeup scene after the Dylan storm hits the Villa, featuring bff Angie, Will and the MC.

Secret Moments in a Crowded Room. Oneshot, complete. Noah/MC.

A rewrite of the sexy dance-off Hearts Racing challenge in which Noah can no longer hide his feelings for MC.

Written as prompt for the LITG Writers Room, originally posted here.

Let It Grow. In Progress, 2/?. Past MC/Kobi, MC/Hazeem.

Bombshell Lily chooses to recouple with Hazeem in a friendship couple after Kobi decides to get back together with Lexi.

Panic at the Mansion. Oneshot, complete. Bobby/MC.

How would Bobby react if his claustrophobic wife got trapped in the attic during the Escape Room part of Chelsea's Murder Mystery dinner? Spoiler: not that well.

Originally posted for the LITG Writers Room monthly spotlight on Bobby.

Stuck. Oneshot, complete. Bobby-centric.

At his friends’ wedding, Bobby gets a little drunk and a little introspective, feeling somewhat stuck back in time.

Full Circle. Oneshot, complete. Bobby/Priya. NSFW

Sequel to Stuck.

Her Story (Don't Blame Me). Oneshot, complete. Blake/Lucas.

It's day 1 of Casa Amor. Blake hits the Villa and she's not holding back.

A Friendship Thing. Oneshot, complete. Emily/Bobby.

It's been years since Love Island ended, and Emily has long since moved on (or tried to). Then an opportunity and an old face make their way into her life unexpectedly.

The One. Oneshot, complete. MC/Tim.

After moving on with life post-Villa, the night of the Christmas reunion rears around, and Anna is going through it at the thought of returning to that world.

Jealous. Oneshot, complete. MC/Dana.

After a whole day of handling everyone's feelings and reactions, Luma and Dana decide to come clean about their own feelings.

Darling, You're the One I Want. Oneshot, complete. MC/Gary. NSFW

Gary and his girlfriend spend a lazy Sunday morning together, with some hot and surprising gestures along the way.

One in a Million. Oneshot, complete. Bruno/MC, Youcef/MC.

Best friends Bruno and Youcef meet up only to discover the girls they're seeing have a lot of suspicious things in common...

The Only One. Oneshot, complete. MC/Jake.

Laura's life is absolutely perfect. She's got great friends and tremendous satisfaction from her work as an event planner. But what happens when her latest client forces her to face the ex-boyfriend she could never quite get out of her head?

Lay Your Heart on the Line. Oneshot, complete. MC/Suresh.

Detective Bethany Owens has a great working relationship with one of the Assistant District Attorneys, but could this relationship ever cross the boundaries of strictly professional into more personal, intimate territory?

Love Island, Actually. In Progress, 10/?. Collab, Multiple pairings. NSFW

The LITG cast set in a Love, Actually fic. Five stories, featuring five MCs, all about love, centred around Christmas. Meet the Bride, the Mistress, the Runaway, the Maid of Honour, and the Divorcée.

[99fandomsandmarvelisone]

Absolutely fuck off, there's no way Ellie should have won that. Leighton and Nikita had an almost perfect finale, Bobby and Dianne done so well and didn't make any mistakes and she wins?

I hate it, fuck it.

I'll see you all next year when hopefully I've calmed down

[jetiana]

nooo angela you were my favourite

[doctorloup]

Happy @cocoa-collabs - @clansocreations kindly reminded me when this was on this year so I was able to plan in advance to make something… I have been vocal about how much I love the Amelia theme variations. ( https://twitter.com/LouJSutcliffe/status/1544008598027751424 Don’t read the last tweet in this thread I was a scamp). Every time there is a new episode, I look forward to whatever new musical twists they come up with.  So, for my cocoa collab I took a prompt I liked the look of – “Remember me for centuries” and composed a selection of Amelia themes through the ages. Fan-themes, if you will. Part one is entirely made entirely with percussion and is meant to be…Stone Age-y (which is (spoilers) strictly pre-Amelia canon I now realise) - like someone thumping on logs and shells and pieces of wood. Part two is based on the rhythms of energetic sixteenth century dances like galliards and voltas and uses strings and rattling snare drums and dulcimers. Part three is mainly synth-generated tones and whispering effects for a space-like feel. The outro combines an instrument from all three for the beeps that finish off the Amelia theme.

Enjoy! and thank you again to the Amelia team for these wonderful stories and beautiful music.