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puppiesandnightlock · 1 year ago

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Link Nightwing and Flamebird

Aggggggghhhhhh this is the prompt i was so excited for!!! its my favorite one out of all of them!!

Summary: Its a masquerade ball and Jon is ready...if only he could find who he was supposed to be matching with.

i.e. damian and jon went matching to the gala but damian failed to mention who they were going as and they dance and its really cute.

A/N:

so, just a disclaimer, even tho i did do my reseach on the flamebird and nightwing thing and obviously ive read a shit ton of fics thta deal with this, im shortening it incredibly and switching up some things bc i have to fit it in the context its used for in this story anyways this is the prompt i was most excited for bc yassss masqurade ball and i almost made it a royalty one but at the last minute did this lol

If anyone would have asked Jon, he would tell them that everything that happened that night was completely Damian’s doing.

It started off simple enough, when the Kents had gotten an invite to the annual Wayne gala. He hadn't thought much of it, they were invited every year, his parents called to cover the event by the Planet.

Jon had completely forgotten about it until a week before, when his brother waltzed in one night and asked him what he was going to be for the masquerade ball.

“W-What?” He’d sputtered.

“Yeah, you know the ball Tim’s family puts on? We’re going as demons and angels.” Kon had said, laying in the air with his hands behind his head in a resting position.

“They didn’t tell me that!” Jon whipped out his phone and began spamming Damian with questions until his phone started ringing.

“ Honestly, corncob, must you do this now?”

The familiar annoyed tone drawled through the phone speaker.

“Uh, yeah! What the actual heck am I supposed to go as?”

The two boys could hear the eye roll through the phone, followed by the usual “tt '' of disappointment.

“ Calm yourself Jonathan, if it worries you so much, you can simply go matching with me. I’ll send something over in your measurements tomorrow, assuming they’re still the same from a few months ago .”

“Fine. What are we going to be?”

“ I think I'll let that be a surprise. I’ll see you next week, Jon.”

The phone clicked, signaling the end of the call.

“You see, your boyfriend has your back.”

Kon ruffled his hair, ignoring the angry screeches of “ He’s not my boyfriend, Connor!! You know what he is? He's a flaming piece of sherbet!”

“Still can’t swear.” He chuckled, zooming out the window.

The fact that Damian wouldn't tell him didnt stop the flow of guesses coming from the farmboy.

He pulled the worst guesses after a while, disappointed when even the best ones had been vetoed. The sun and moon one had come close, Damian had nearly smiled when he said it so that was close at least.

When the night of the gala came, he stepped into his room only to be greeted by an intricate box tied with a ribbon on his bed.

Opening it, he found a black suit, flames running up to his elbow from the cuffs, the suit otherwise black but illuminated by the colors of the sleeves.

The mask was built up with intricate patterns of gold, and when he put it on, it gave the picture of wearing fire itself.

Gasping, he stumbled a little, pulling it off before placing it delicately back in the box. As he took the suit out to put on after a shower, he noticed a paper floating out from under it. He snatched it midair and noticed Damian’s elegant script.

“ You have your half, now you will have to come find me. No powers, by the way.”

Of course he couldn't just tell me what we were doing. This is fire, right? What's the opposite of fire?

He dressed, finding in pleasant surprise that the coattails of the jacket had the same flames his cuffs did, cut in an odd jagged pattern. As he spun in the mirror, they flared out, almost resembling…dragon wings?

He picked up the mask again, noticing the way it curved down on his face, resembling a snout.

An idea began to form, it was if he had all the pieces of a puzzle but couldn't yet fit them together.

His parents had insisted on pictures, marveling at the suit and mask.

“Damian must have designed this himself. It has his mark of dramatics.” Lois traced the fire on the sleeve.

“What is he going as?” Clark asked as they got into the car that had gone to pick them up.

“He hasn't told me. I’m supposed to guess.” Jon rolled his eyes, the concept stupid to him.

Per usual, they were swarmed like celebrities themselves exiting the car, Lois and Clark mixing into the crowd as Jon stood alone at the top of the ballroom's large staircase, scanning the room of masks.

He caught Kon and Tim in the corner, both dressed in matching suits of deep red and soft white.

Dick had a redhead on his arm, as usual(choose your ship), matching sun and moon. Jason was hidden away by the refreshments, Duke following behind him. Steph and Cass were out on the dance floor, with coordinated dresses like the queens they were.

Tired, he gravitated towards the refreshments and fought the urge to run a hand through his slicked curls.

As he looked up, his gaze landed on a man there, sipping from a glass of champagne with an amused smirk on his face.

His suit was a deep navy, almost black, with a thick light blue stripe making up the design. The coattails were a familiar dragon wing shape. It suddenly clicked in his mind who they were supposed to be, and without a second thought, he strode over and offered the shorter man his hand.

“Care to dance?”

Damian’s green eyes twinkled at him as he set down his flute to take his hand.

“Took you long enough.”

They swept out onto the dance floor, brushing by Steph and Cass, who winked at them and shot thumbs up to Damian behind Jon’s back.

He huffed and turned back to Jon, the flaming colors of his mask making his eyes stand out like icy blue pools.

The song played on, and Jon leaned in to whisper.

“Nightwing and Flamebird, huh?”

“Mhm. You were rather close with your sun and moon theory, and the fire and ice as well.”

They spun, transitioning into formal waltz.

“Never thought you’d go with an old kryptonian legend. They were partners, the best of the best. Soulmates. Flamebird kept Nightwing from falling too far into the dark, and nightwing vowed to be by his side forever.”

“Lovers.”

Jon nearly tripped over his own shoes. “What?”

“They were lovers, if I'm not mistaken.”

“Y-yeah, that too.” He grinned suddenly. “Dami, are you a romantic ?”

“No! The very thought is appalling, I would never stoop to such a level of meaningless gibberish.”

Being the little shit he was, Jon listened to the skip in his c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶ best friend’s heart as he dipped him slightly, bringing his face closer.

“I think you are.”

“So that’s the way you wanna play it, Kent?”

Damian hitched a leg over his waist, doing a specific movement to the beat of the music and smirking at his blush.

“Because you’re sure to lose.”

“We’ll see about that, bat boy.”

The world around them became blurry, the only thing in the room being the two of them and the rhythm of the music.

One moved, and the other tried to top it. They wove it all together in a beautiful dance, daring each other with the way they moved, the sly grins and glints in their eyes the only words they needed.

The goal was to make each other as flustered as possible, and every gasp, blush, and breathy laugh was a prize. As the music began to slow, they spun out, back in, and into a low dip, panting heavily.

A flush of exhaustion brushed their cheeks, sweat beaded on their foreheads. For a moment, their surroundings had frozen, and there was just them. All the unspoken emotions, the words missed for years had somehow been spilled out in simple dance, and they were shook, the only thing snapping them out of it was the applause that sounded once they’d stopped dancing.

Quickly they stumbled apart, smoothing their suits and giving a nervous bow as the gala goers clapped, having watched the whole exchange.

Grabbing Damian’s hand, he led them through the crowd that had gathered to watch them, ending up in the hallway of the manor.

Green eyes twinkled at him as he began trying to speak, stuttering out a long drawn confession speech he’d made somewhere around five years ago.

“For the love of- Get over here, Corncob.”

Damian tugged his shirt collar, reaching up on his toes to press his lips against the others.

The flush returned, more prominent than before.

“I-ah…the feeling is mutual, then?” Jon squeaked, mentally slapping himself for such a stupid response.

“Quite.” A pink color was dusting the caramel complexion of the shorter boy as well.

Grinning, he bent to place a kiss on the smaller boy’s cheek, taking his hand. “What do you say we get out of here, then?”

“I’d say yes.”

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for @super-sons-week-2023

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drowsy-dreamwalker · 2 years ago

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Quentin joins the ball, fashionably late but he’s here nonetheless. Unknowing of what to expect he stays out of big crowds and sticks to the sides for now.... but he is open to chatting and loosening up with some help. [interactions open!] [ @fogs-masquerade-ball ]

#fog’s masquerade ball #quentin smith #dbd ask blog #///#HII IM LATE BUT I MADE IT YAYY #it look a bit but i made him a fancy lil outfit #yes he is wearing sneakers to a fancy event #and hes unaware to the fact he may attract the attention of a certain russian woman due to his mask shfjkdhjg #bUT #i will probably try and get out a lot of replies so it will be a mix of art and text #feel free to interact with quentin :D maybe even dance who knows oooo

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vilandel · 11 months ago

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Masked Waltz

Summary The other times, it was only a duty he couldn't wait to get over with. But this time, it was one of the best moments in his life...

A/N A little Nozessa special for Valentine's Day I posted today. I love this oneshot and I think it's a good start to post my fanfics here as well^^

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If Nozel Silva hated something about the yearly Royal Masquerade Ball, it was probably everything. Obligatory for all royals, you really needed to have a heavy sickness excuse, a faraway mission if you were a Magic Knight or some parliaments matters that couldn’t wait if you were a member of parliament. In which case, only Damnatio Kira ever used this excuses, the other royals in parliament weren’t that big on their duty.

Long story short, this Royal Masquerade Ball just made him lose his time when he had more important stuff to do with the squad. But as the Head of house Silva, Nozel had to be present specifically.

It had been the same with his mother, but while Acier had still tried to have fun during the ball, Nozel remembered really well how it wasn’t really always a happy time for her. Mostly because her husband was rarely at her side then. Of course Lac Silva never needed any of the three excuses to not attend this ball, given how made himself so beloved within royalty and nobility.

And when he had been present, he barely had spent time with his wife, preferring to talk and dance with other women, leaving Acier to open the ball with a random noble instead with her husband.

Ah, yes, there was another thing Nozel really hated about this yearly Royal Masquerade Ball. It was a tradition that the three royal heads should open the by dancing a very specific waltz, only for them and their respective partners.

And since king Augustus never ever deemed any lady worthy enough to dance with him and since Achilles Vermillion claimed that he was too old for a waltz – the truth was, none of them could actually properly waltz and prefer to watch him dance, hoping he would make a mistake – so Nozel had to do it alone.

Not that he hated dancing, his mother made sure that not only he could do it, but that he would also enjoying a lot of classic dances, especially the waltz. But the problem were more the noble ladies he had to dance with. Mostly arrogant women, who hide very poorly the fact that they wanted to become the next lady Silva, or insecure ladies, who just repeated what their parents said, in hope to also become the next lady Silva. Plus subtle hints about Noelles reputation and how apparently his marriage with a noble lady, from high nobility at best, would for some reason make things better, with house Silva, with Nebras and Solids future and with Noelles reputation.

Nozel always hated those hints, especially about Noelle, and even more since he came to properly bond with his little sister. So, his own tradition was that after this famous waltz, he bowed politely to his partner and then left them. If he came to dance later on during this ball, it was always with his sisters or with his cousin Mimosa, on occasion with Océane, his Vermillion aunt.

Looking around the immense ballroom, Nozel saw Noelle at the buffet with Mimosa. For the first time, his baby sister seemed to have some fun. He felt his heart filled with pride at that. She also got a new dress, a gift from Nebra, who of course had the best fashion sense in the family. Nozel had been so relieved that his sisters came to bond over the last year. Not to mention that Noelle looked really good in her water-themed mermaid gown, plus the blue and silver mask, that looked coming directly out of the sea.

Noelle must have felt that he was observing her, as she turned around to look at him and gave him a soft, happy smile. So, Nozel smiled back. The first time since the beginning of this masquerade.

Nebra was somewhere else, next to the windows with the balcony, apparently putting some noble ladies back to their places. Despite wearing a pale pink empire dress with bright blue birds, Nebra looked more intimidating than those nobles who had dark red, black or golden gowns.

Solid must be nearby as well, but Nozel couldn’t see his brother anywhere in the ballroom. Hopefully he behaved. And didn’t eat all of the coffee éclairs from the buffet all by himself again.

Nozel sighed. It was just the start of the ball and he already wished that he was somewhere else. The famous opening waltz was coming very soon and he could practically felt the glance of many nobles and some royals on him. It was as if their ambitions and power hunger were touching him, as well as some judgements.

Like it always had been.

Even worse, Prudence Évantail and Athénaïs Vitrail were openly staring at him. Those two noble ladies that were considered somehow the perfect match for him, the perfect ones to be the future lady Silva. It was certain that a lot of the present nobility expected him to dance with one of those two, maybe even announce his engagement or something. Lady Prudence stared at him with without even blinking behind her scarlet and golden mask, matching her dress. Lady Athénaïs was trying to be more subtle, hiding behind her golden fan and trying to look seductive and mysterious with her gold-orange dress and the matching mask. But she was of course failing.

Nozel almost groaned and decided to hide behind one of the giant golden pillars. Wasn’t it possible to avoid this stupid duty for once? He always hated to dance with those women who only saw him as a price or a step towards glory. And since he had a girlfriend, he hated even more to waltz with a woman who wasn’t the one he loved.

Too bad that this ball was only for royals and nobles. If only Magic Knights would have been here as well, officially invited. She would have been here… He couldn’t wait the end of this stupid ball so that they could see each other again.

“Why hiding behind a pillar, handsome?”

Nozel flinched, but relaxed immediately as he recognized the voice. Her voice, teasing and melodious. She was here.

“Vanessa… Why are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I wanted to see you. And to be fair, I know that we agreed to meet in your room after this ball. But I guess I’m not that patient and sneaking secretly into this ball to be with you seemed more exciting than drinking my patience away. Besides, I had to, the mere thought of you forced to dance with some stupid bitches… Geez, I couldn’t handle that. So, here I am.”

“Vanessa, I’ve told you already-“

“That it’s your duty and that you don’t like it and that you would have sneaked out on the first occasion to join me, I know. But I also know that it’s not fair you’re the only royal house head doing this. And I also know that you like to waltz. Wouldn’t it be nice to dance with your girlfriend for a change? Beside, this is a masquerade, remember? No one will knew that the mysterious woman you’ll be dancing with is the Drunken Witch of the Black Bulls. The perfect occasion for us to be open while keeping our relationship a secret.”

“It’s not quite of a secret,” Nozel replied. It wasn’t like their relationship was kept secret, at least not anymore. The Black Bulls knew, his siblings, his aunts and cousins, a lot of the most trust-worthy Silver Eagles, Fuegoleon and the Magic Knight captains. But to nobility, it certainly was.

Nozel wasn’t ashamed to love Vanessa, a witch and a Black Bull. On the contrary, it was one of the best things that happened in his life. But he also knew that most of nobility wouldn’t be open-minded about this relationship. And he wanted some peaceful time with Vanessa before facing the rumours that will certainly come.

But… since Vanessa was here and since this was a masquerade ball, wouldn’t it be like the perfect occasion to start going in the open? Step by step, showing to those people that he already had someone and that he wasn’t going to court her like everyone expected of him? Nozel was tired of expectations.

He took a quick look at her. Of course she was beautiful, Nozel didn’t know a woman more breath-taking than Vanessa.

But he didn’t know that dress. A black gown flowing around her, leaving her shoulders free, with purple embroideries and appliqués at the bottom and at the top. Flowers. But not any kind of flowers. It was lavender.

“Do you like it?” Vanessa asked with a grin, while turning around herself, letting the gown flow wonderfully around her. “It is from Soie Velours, apparently the most renown modiste in the kingdom. At least, according to Nebra. She practically dragged me into that fashion shop when she deemed I had no dress good enough for a royal ball.”

“Nebra knows you’re here?”

“Yep, she and Noelle helped me sneak in. I had to convince them a bit first, of course. But once it realized that it would be something good to you, they were more determined than I was. Oh, and I chose lavender, because I love your scent. Have I ever told you how amazing it is that you love lavender?”

“More than once.”

Nozel couldn’t help but smile. It warmed his heart that not only his girlfriend sneaked into an exclusive royal and noble ball so that he would enjoy the upcoming waltz for a change, but also that his sisters helped.

He was grateful to have those three women in his life.

“You look so beautiful,” Nozel whispered, while softly caressing her hair, which was braided in a bun behind her head, but letting her locks falling loosely down her neck and a bit on her shoulders. Her mask was also black, with some lavender decoration on the left. The black colour made her amazing amethyst eyes standing out even more.

“Thank you, you’re really dashing too, honey. So handsome. I love your one shoulder cape. And you really should wear darker colours more often.”

Nozel looked down at his ceremonial suit. It was new, a gift from Nebra, to raise his festive garderobe, as she said. Well, it wasn’t the first time that his sister took it in her hands to make sure he got well-dressed when he must. And according to her, he was easier to clothe, Noelle and Solid apparently had a worse taste in fashion. Was it true or did Nebra overreact? She was often inflexible when it came to fashion.

“Dark purple, almost black, some silver embroideries with the Silva cross, one shoulder cape with the same patterns and some black fur at the top. And beside your usual braid, that purple and silver mask suits you so well. Gosh, I might have the most dashing and handsome boyfriend in Clover.”

“Are you teasing me or are you genuine?”

“Both.”

Nozel expected this answer, so he smiled at her. And Vanessa smiled back.

They could have just looked and smiled at each other for the remaining time, but soft music started to play. The preparation for the waltz.

Vanessas grin was very cheeky. “What do you think, handsome? Shall we start?”

Nozel chuckled softly. It was a nice feeling, that for the first time, this ball and this waltz would a true moment of joy instead of some bothering duty.

But he still wanted to do it right. To ask her properly, because Vanessa deserved to be treated like a true lady.

So, he slightly bowed in front of her and offered his hand. “Would you do me the honour and dance with me?”

“Oh my, that would be lovely, your Highness.”

“Vanessa, you know that you don’t need to call me like that.”

“But you’re one of the only royals who truly deserves that title. And besides, you kinda love it when I call like that in the bedroom.”

Nozel blushed at her words. She was always so bold and while he came to appreciate that side of her, telling things like that in public was something else entirely.

Still, he smiled as he took her hand and lead her towards the dancefloor.

He heard the gasps, whispers that started here and there. He saw how lady Prudence and lady Athénaïs were shocked, as well as practically fuming with rage, which was surprisingly very satisfying. He saw king Augustus and lord Achilles stunned and somehow upset that they didn’t have to push towards a noble lady, forcing him towards a duty they always tried to avoid themselves.

But Nozel also saw happy faces. He saw Noelle with a beaming smile seeing him with Vanessa. He saw Nebra nodding with satisfaction, a glass of lavender syrup in her hand. He saw his cousins and his aunt smiling at him, Fuegoleon giving him an encouraging gesture, Charlotte and William giving him a thumb up.

It was good to have people supporting him. How did he never saw and realized that before?

The preparation music stopped once Nozel and Vanessa were in the middle on the dancefloor. Facing each other, Nozel put his right hand on her waist, while the left one took her hand. She smiled at him, her mask adding some mystery to it, as she put her other hand on his shoulder. They were ready.

The music started.

It felt so natural as they swayed around the dancefloor. It wasn’t like they never waltzed together before, but it had always been in the cocoon of his chambers, after Vanessa asked him one day to teach her all those classical dances, especially the waltz. But it was the first time they dance together at a ball, in public.

It was such a wonderful feeling.

“I like this melody,” Vanessa giggled quietly. “It has a mysterious touch. Rather fitting, since the gorgeous woman in your arms right now is a mystery to all of those nobles. Oh well, I guess masquerade balls have to be mysterious.”

Nozel smiled as he turned her around, before going back to the basic figure. When was the last time he enjoyed to dance during a ball? He couldn’t recall. It never have been like this before. When he danced with his sisters, with his cousin or with his aunt, it was just a family bonding moment. With noble ladies hoping to woo him, it was a dreadful moment at best, agony at worst.

But this right now, waltzing with Vanessa, with his girlfriend? There were no words to describe what happiness he felt in this very moment. Of course, they have danced together before, but without music and only in his bedroom. Vanessa had called it training for her, but Nozel suspected that she was using any possible excuse to be very close to him in any way possible.

“We should dance this more often.”

“What do you mean, handsome? Dancing together? Waltzing in front of many nobles while being masked and giving nobility a gossip bone to nag on? Wearing masks, attending balls or getting excited for another kind of dance in your bedroom?”

“Vanessa!”

“What? Don’t tell me that you don’t like our beddancing all of a sudden.”

“I… I do, of course. But we shouldn’t talk about those things in public.”

“I only whispered, no one could hear us and they’re too shocked or preoccupied finding out who could be that mysterious lady dancing with you to bother about what we’re whispering. And you don’t need to blush, even though I love- woah!”

Nozel overswayed Vanessa, stopping her flirty teasing. Looking over her, he felt quite satisfied as he saw the blush behind her mask and the surprised excitement in her amethyst eyes.

“What was that, Mylady?”

“Oh, my, honey… you should get teasing more often, I love already this new side of you.”

And she was flirty again, smiling at him teasingly as they continued to waltz. Nozel closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying this feeling. It had been so unexpected that he fell in love with Vanessa and that she felt the same as well. They had to accept their feelings for each other and their loved ones had to get used to it. Noelle in particular had been in shock for days before becoming their biggest supporter.

But today… It felt like it was always meant to be. It was not something Nozel had been used to most of his life and he hadn’t believed in it since he lost his mother. But meeting Vanessa and daring new things, out of his comfort zone, proved him wrong.

“Honey, I totally get that you’re hung up in the moment, but I dare to say that you can’t see me with your eyes closed and I rather waltz looking in those mesmerizing irises of yours.2

“Then let me dare this.”

And he lift her up, much to Vanessas delight and certainly to the shock of many people present. He never dared to do any kind of figures before, he just waltzed because it was his duty and left it that way.

But with her, Nozel became more daring. A new side of him that he still needed to get used to, but he grew to appreciate the feeling from time to time.

Nobility was still gossiping and wondering who the masked lady in black dancing with the captain of the Silver Eagles was. Rumours might start to go wild and any other hoping to become his future wife might get anxious, especially lady Prudence and lady Athénaïs.

But Nozel didn’t care anymore. Not with Vanessa in his arms. Not during this moment of pure happiness and promises. After years of silent suffering, he would be a fool to not hold to this joy.

The music continued, they swayed across the dancefloor. Nozel and Vanessa felt like being in their own world. Behind their masks, it was the case.

#Black Clover #Black Clover Fanfiction #My Writing ☘️♣️#Nozel Silva #Vanessa Enoteca #Nozel x Vanessa #Nozessa #Valentine's Day #Masquerade Ball #I love this ship a lot and I apologize in advance to bother you with it^^

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aster-may · 2 months ago

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Hear me out,,,

[CLOSE UPS + YAPPING UNDER THE CUT]

No seriously, hear me out CJFJFJ -

So in this 'Semi-Human' AU, Vincent works as an art professor in Middlington, more specifically at the town's local high school. And though he doesn't think of himself as the 'teaching' type, he's well loved by both staff and students alike due to his easygoing and supportive nature, as well as his encouragement whenever he notices his students showing even a fraction of improvement.

#fanart #my art #art #growing up creepie #vincent creecher #vinnie creecher #caroleena creecher #the masquerade ball comment is a reference to my old art #if it wasn't obvious #Caroleena likes bringing him his lunch in person #mainly because she likes the attention from all the other students when Vinnie introduces her #especially when they compliment her on her looks #I also have this scenario in my head where Vinnie asks Caroleena to stay for just a little longer so she could be his students' model #for their art class #and while most paintings in the art rooms are made by the students #there's just a small corner of all of Vinnie's works and most of them are just portraits of Caroleena #listen #he loves his wife #so much #she's his muse #calling it now #oh and he hides his wings with his cape #he uses his cold-bloodedness as an excuse #“yeah I always feel cold that's why I jse a cape all the time”#winters are hell for him #he has to bundle up a lot or he'll literally shut down #and by shut down I mean go into a deep sleep while his body tries to preserve the lasting warmth #They have a heater purely for this reason

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cursed-elo-images · 9 months ago

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ELO AUTOCORRECT SENTENCES:

Jeff Lynne was the first person that came out of the game to win a championship in the first year. (not that weird but okay)

Bev Bevan was a great actor for the movie and he has done many great things in his life. (Wholesome I guess? Still pretty normal even if it’s historically inaccurate to the real Bev as he was a drummer, not an actor)

Kelly Groucutt is the only person that can make me believe that the world has changed since I started watching football. (Wh-??? Okay now we’re getting into the weird stuff)

Richard Tandy has a lot of potential but he doesn’t seem like a good fit for this position and I think he is going down with the team in the future. (Now that’s just mean…)

Mik Kaminski as a young man who was a member of the New York Band in Chicago who played the guitar and the piano in the background for the band and then the band played in a concert with the band’s first album. (Uhhh… good for him?)

Hugh McDowell has been on my radar since he got his first job in college and I think he’s going to make the most money in his life. (Ooo, drama~)

Melvyn Gale was the only person that I knew who could get me to go to the gym with a mask and I got to be in my room with my friends. (Wow. Going to a masquerade ball with Melvyn Gale at the gym. How beautiful is that?)

#electric light orchestra #hugh mcdowell #melvyn gale #jeff lynne #richard tandy #bev bevan #mik kaminski #kelly groucutt #autocorrect #is this not amazing?#sure some of them weren’t weird enough for me and then here comes mik in the New York band who played in Chicago and he was the guitarist #not to mention being a pianist at the same time somehow #and then Hugh made money at college #and he made a lot of it #and it caused drama for some reason #and finally #melvyn goes to a masquerade ball that is held at a gym of all places

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gctchell · 8 months ago

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So far for the 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊, it appears that ..

𝒩𝒾𝒻𝒻𝓉𝓎 is going with @wonderful-balan's D'Zuko, her best friend who she will absolutely not be chaotic with.

𝕷𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖍 is going with @damnedrainbows's Lucifer (once he recovers from falling from a tree, bc ouch).

𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 is going with @arachnaemboss, because of course.

Since there can be multiple escorts, feel free to ask 'em if you're interested. :] I will be pinging you and invading your ask box throughout the Event tho, so be warned lol.

#(( I feel like Niffty's gonna be going wild. I just got a hunch. Lilith is excited too tho.#lotta mingling gonna happen. gonna throw out lots of opens ASKDKASDF ))#(( we're PUMPED ))#(( grips king jordan and jack. yall doomed. im gonna be so annoying. ))#[ ooc. ]#[ event; blood rose masquerade ball. ]

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qveenofgluttony · 1 year ago

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She was a bit disappointed that there were not more guests coming up to the stage to show off their musical talents. Regardless, Beelzebub enjoyed Flora's performance. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if someone else went up there maybe more would follow.

Her lips curled into a smile and she started making her way towards the stage. Beelza looked surprised to see her mother walking onto the stage though she quickly tried to hide it so as not to give her identity away.

Yes, she knew she was taking a huge risk at being found out by coming up here but she found she just could not wait until later that evening to sing for her guests. As far as they were concerned a mysterious, yet oddly familiar succubus had come to participate in the Open Mic.

She looked towards the guests and began to sing.

"In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon"

Her low and honeyed voice surely carried over the background chatter of the guest's voice. Enough to turn a few heads at least.

"You got that medicine I need Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly Put your hands on my waist, do it softly Me and God, we don't get along So now I sing"

She moved as she sang. Soft, smooth, sensual movements.

"No one's gonna take my soul away I'm living like Jim Morrison Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel sprees, sprees and I'm singing "Fuck yeah, give it to me" "This is Heaven, what I truly want" It's innocence lost Innocence lost..."

She finished her song with a playful little curtsy and sauntered off stage. This was just a little warmup. Her true performance would be much more extravagant.

#🐝Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴇ: ʙᴇᴇʟᴢᴇʙᴜʙ #I know not a lot of people are probably on right now #buuuut I want to use this as an excuse for her to perform this song lol #it gives me major Beelzebub vibes #Beelzebub's Masquerade Ball: Event

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sezja · 2 years ago

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I miss writing :c

#i was sick most of march #i'm still poking at that masquerade ball bard boys fic #and a short valan/quinfort thing #but not making a lot of progress on either one

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insidious-journalist · 2 years ago

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Your boyfriend.... did a fucking blood eagle on a Jake and there is another Jake with a knife. Do you have like a leash to control him?

It's kinda amusing, how everyone just assumes that they're together like that. He can't blame them, really. On a surface level it seems obvious. Myers doesn't hurt Danny and keeps him safe, also acting as retribution towards anyone who does manage to harm him. And Danny in turn dotes on Michael in an affectionate way they both enjoy, really hammering home the surface level boyfriend assumption. But it's both more than that and not that at all. It's... Different.

But it's easier to just not explain and keep that can of worms shut.

"He's not a wild animal, you prick." Danny sips champagne from a glass as he eyes the garden, namely the bloody smear on the ground where he assumes a Jake has been mangled by Myers himself. It brings an amused smile to his face. "I don't control him. Nobody does. He does his own damn thing, and if he saw fit to do that then that's his business. Myers was even nice enough to take it to the gardens."

It irked him how people manipulated the already wrong assumption that they were in some sort of official relationship and further twisted it into the perspective that Danny was some sort of beast tamer. That he could use and control Myers at will, like he was a dog. No. If anything, Michael was more like... A cat. A big cat who did his own thing who stayed near Danny out of personal interest, rather than obedience or coaxing. Danny never liked calling himself the owner of anything, anyways. Even his own cats were allowed to leave as they pleased. "Take it up with the man himself if you got complaints. He's a great listener."

#ask answered #bastard's birthday bash #masquerade ball #masquerade event #the shape #micheal myers #ask the boogeyman #theres a lot more depth to how they operate #also the knife jake mention was skipped over because he assumes anon is referring to the last knife jake and myers encounter #for those confused there

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labcampkill · 2 years ago

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OMG! Giraffe Dwight is so cute! I love that idea. And Leslie in that Anubis with that suit.. That's kind of hot!

OOC MUN: I am glad that you like it... I am excited to have the boys go to the ball. I am especially excited to give Leslie a proper debut. He's definitely going to be interacting a lot if I have anything to say abou it.

#dead by daylight #dwight fairfield #leslie vernon #masquerade ball #behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon #I had a lot of fun deciding what outfits I wanted for my boys

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ahelluvahigh · 27 days ago

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"I've never cared for Goetia Galas... I always sneak out once everyone starts to get drunk-- but... a ball hosted by a sin sounded like it could actually be fun-- and... I'd never been invited to an event like that before, so... I guess that made it exciting."

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her beak. "No... not kind of. I was excited. I wanted to go."

Her arms fold over her chest as she paces back and forth. "I usually wear whatever mother says looks best on me, but for that... I spent hours looking for the right dress. I never actually decided. I bought three. I was going to see what he was wearing and wear whichever matched him best-- but he never showed up."

The princess shrugs her shoulders before pressing her back against the wall.

"I shouldn't have gone. Whatever rumor thry could have started when I didn't show up coulsn't have been worse than letting everyone know I'd been stood up."

A small crystal pitters to the floor as she wipes at her eye. "... But I wanted to go. To prove a point... to have fun... to make a friend... I don't know. It all seems really stupid now. Every time someone came by with champagne, I took a glass... I don't remember anything that happened after the first hour."

She pushes away from the wall, pressing her fingertips against her eyes to clog the tears.

"I should consider myself lucky I wasn't invited this year. I won't run the risk of being made a fool again."

She tugs at a strand of hair as tears fill her ryes again. Stop it. Stop it, stupid girl.

A stupid girl with stupid dreams who never learns.

#✨ delphine 🌠#beelzebub's masquerade ball #(2023)#💥 i’m addicted to the madness 💥 dash commentary #she's had a lot of baggage over it since last year and today she's very loud about it

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 11 months ago

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Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

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