#tutu bein

[brooklynislandgirl]

@smolcuriouskitten {{xx}}

"Sorta. Uh, my grandfaddah. He Rokea…uhm…wereshark. My maddah is kinfolk…carry da gene, but not Rokea herself, same wi' me." Except Beth cannot have children, so she fails her duty to both tribe and to Grandmother, to Sea. The word 'defective' wafts through her mind, but she pushes it down. Rocky doesn't need to be dragged down by Beth's internal struggles. She takes hold of some of the other woman's joy and uses it to shape a smile on her face. "It's all a little weird, but yeah, you can nibble. Promise not to fully nibble back." A flash of her small sharp teeth that sit imperfectly in her mouth. The hug is returned with as much tenderness as the one offered the kiss and raspberry make the giggle from Beth more genuine than Beth might have imagined it at first. "Ya bein' way too nice." Beth is uncomfortable with compliments and it makes a show with the blush on her cheeks. "Sometimes. I mean I do a lot of charity galas and such but ya know. Dat's more obligation dan fun. I'm a small kine ole tutu of a woman." No one would say Beth had any grandmother qualities just looking at her, but sometimes she does feel old.

[poeticdevastation]

hi chūya. do u read manga

Do you really want me to answer that.

All seriousness, I've read some.

Shingeki no Kyojin was good n' I liked Tokyo Ghoul.

Out of animes I liked their intro songs- especially Unravel, Shinzou wo Sasageyou, n' The Rumbling.

Another one I loved was found & lost by Survive Said the Prophet.

That band is insane, man. /pos

I have a small playlist dedicated to some of my favorite songs by them.

Of course I gotta mention the GOATs, Akira n' Fist of the North Star.

I tried Given- n' I guess this would be a "hot take" or whatever you guys call it- but if I'm bein' honest, I was more into Bocchi the Rock.

Still a cute one, though.

Nothin' will ever give me chills like Banana Fish n' this scene from Bocchi.

Death Note was another one that was pretty good but drove me nuts- loved the second op though- n' I'm excited to continue Boku no Hero Academia n' Demon Slayer.

I think the two I'm most excited to read/see more of though are Trigun/Trigun Maximum/Trigun Stampede n' Rurouni Kenshin.

Vash is a pretty cool guy.

Oh yeah- One Punch Man was hysterical, too.

Princess Mononoke was gorgeous.

Y'all can hate on it all ya want or be judgemental to it's chaotic n' broken fandom but RWBY rocks.

R.I.P. Rooster Teeth

Death Parade n' Satsuriku no Tenshi were interesting, & I'm interested in continuing Moriarty the Patriot n' Link Click.

I liked n' gotta continue/rewatch:

Assassination Classroom

Full Metal Alchemist

Interstella5555

Monster

One Piece

Owari no Seraph

Pluto

Mob Psycho 100

Sonic X

Dungeon Meshi

Spy × Family

Steins;Gate

BNA

Tokyo ESP

Re:Zero

Kiznaiver

Black Clover

Noragami

Phoenix Wright

Soul Eater

Ao no Exorcist

Tokyo Revengers

Durarara

n' ESPECIALLY Gurren Lagann n' Cowboy Bebop

I've been told to check out

The Great Pretender

Afro Samurai

Baccano

91 Days

Kaiju No.8

Berserk

Bleach

Evangelion

Vinland Saga

World Trigger

Tate no Yūsha no Nariagari

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Dorohedoro

Enen no Shouboutai

Great Teacher Onizaka

Hunter × Hunter

Hellsing

Hotaru no Haka

Detective Conan

Lupin III

Jujutsu Kaisen (That one guy's voice is. Drivin' me nuts. Where have I heard it.)

I don't plan to watch Chainsaw Man but the manga looks good.

As for games: I've played that [Redacted] series n' saw the anime for it as well as read some of the novels when I had the time.

I liked that Hagakure guy, but I can't put my finger on why... oh, n' Leon was pretty cool, too.

I loved Mondo n' Taka, not gonna lie.

Also liked Nekomaru n' that Kaito dude.

What was up with that Gozu guy too- he was interestin'.

Persona games are pretty good, too.

I played Genshin for a bit. I like Diluc. I swear- that Itto guy sounded familiar, but I'm not sure where else I'd heard him from.

HSR might be more my thing, but I like the fighting style more in Genshin if I'm bein' honest. Otherwise, I'll still be more active on Star Rail from now on.

I like Boothill n' Aventurine.

If you've read this far then here, have some of my guilty pleasures- if you can call them that;; basically:

You will never catch me admitting to liking these.

Violet Evergarden

Lucky Star

Horimiya

Shimoneta

PaSwG

Osomatsu-san

Ouran Koukou Host Club

Kaguya-sama: Love is War

Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Howl's Moving Castle

Princess Tutu (Wrecked me)

Fairy Tail

Kill la Kill

WataMote

Your Lie in April

Sasaki to Miyano

Sword Art Online II

Tian Guan Cifu

My Neighbor Totoro

n' especially Toradora! n' Buddy Daddies.

^What can I say, the last two were too-darn-adorable for me to resist.

Oh yeah, speakin' of animes people refuse to admit likin' n' reachin' this far to be deservin' of seein' my "honorary mentions"...

Y'all who are still afraid to like Kekkai Sensen are cowards.

Go check out Blood Blockade Battlefront, losers. /endearing

By the same guy who made Trigun, iirc.

There's one that keeps bein' brought up around me though... the Hell was it...;;

Bungou...somethin'...

...Bungou to Alchemist.

That's definitely what it was.

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

[ID: Several digital Phineas and Ferb comics by @hydrattan. They're black on white and done in a simplistic, somewhat scribbly style. The first comic shows Candace with her hands on her hips, looking down at Phineas and Ferb and saying, "It's pride month, Phineas. You know what that means." "Huh, what," Phineas says. Candace turns away from them to face the viewer with a mean smirk as Phineas continues, "Do you want us to make like - gay projects? What?"

The second comic has Phineas and Ferb presenting their latest invention to Candace. Phineas is wearing fairy wings while Ferb has a tutu on. The invention is a door on a stand, with a rainbow on clouds arching over it. "Come on out!" is in bubble letters between the rainbow and the top of the door. Phineas says, "Check it out, Candace. It's the Phineas + Ferb validation station!" Candace clenches her fist and says, "Ooh I can't wait for Mom to see this." "Why would your mom be mad?" Isabella asks. "She's not homophobic." "Yeah, she was really supportive of Dad when he came out as genderfluid," Phineas adds. "No, I know." Candace says, standing in a more lax position now. "His drag friends would probably think this is super cool; we should show them." "Ohhh word," Phineas replies.

The third comic begins with Buford saying, "You know I got no problem with Baljeet bein gay-" Baljeet, off in the distance, interjects, "I told you I'm bi!" "-It's just weird havin to see it in front of me all the time," Buford finishes. "Buford, are you seriously being homophobic during pride month," Isabella asks angrily, hands on her hips. Buford punches a fist into his hand and responds, "Heck no. You know I love my mommas. It's just weird when it's Baljeet, that's all." "Perhaps some self-reflection may be in order," Ferb tells him. "Ha! As if," Buford says. He grins smugly to himself for a moment, then his smile drops and he brings a hand up to his mouth reflectively.

The fourth and final comic shows Perry tied up in a straightjacket, looking annoyed as Dr. Doofenshmirtz greets him, "Ahh, Perry the Platypus. As you know, it is pride month, and before you ask, yes I made a gay-inator. But let me tell you my backstory first. It all started when I was a teen and couldn't go to the annual pride parade... My parents had no problem with me being trans. It was just my brother Roger waited until May thirty-first to announce that he was bi. And our family wagon could only seat three." There's an image of young Roger proudly wearing a bi flag (there are no colors, but it has three stripes, so) as his parents look on with love. Opposed to this scene is one of young Heinz looking out a window sadly, holding a trans flag. The monologue continues, "So I was forced to sit home... alone... while Roger got to enjoy the parade and the feeling of being in community with other queer people." The scene shifts back to present-day Doof, gesturing angrily as he continues, "Still to this day, when he writes me he uses the Bank of Gimmelshtump pen he got at that parade. The rainbow rubbed off it years ago! He's just doing it to be a jerk, Perry the Platypus." End ID]

I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me

[9741ko]

Oi, acho que tenho a liberdade para falar já que vocêreblogou um ask meme de ''por que não estamos interagindo''e não tinha a opção de como quero me explicar então...Bem, já notei que você dá uma sumida, não sei porque motivos,e quando volta, dá impressão que você quer algo relacionadoà ship ou smut, o que não é errado, o que estou querendo dizeré que não tem desenvolvimento, sabe? E quando você volta, turnapor ''20 minutos'' ( só uma metáfora ) e some de novo.

hellou tutu bein? obrigado por vim dar sua opinião

eu sumo bastante eh vdd sim, e não tem muito o que eu possa fazer em relação a isso pq é sempre por causa da minha ansiedade ou pela facul agora q eu comecei

eu nunca cobrei ou gostei de cobrar as pessoas, logo eu gostaria que elas não fizessem o mesmo comigo

pode ser desanimador sim esperar um tempo por resposta, mas eu prefiro responder no momento em que eu tô na vibe do char a um coisa meia boca e sem a minha essência só por dar reply

e eh engraçado vc ter essa impressão pq oficialmente eu so tenho um shipp e a gente nem turna smut djfhdskfhd mas sei lá, eu tô aberto a todos os tipos de relacionamentos amorosos ou não

eu juro que estou me esforçando para tentar ficar mais tempo por aqui sem sumir, porém tem dias que eu fico o dia todo online e não tem ninguém pra plotar, o que me deixa meh e me faz ir fazer outras coisas mas eu tô sempre disponível pra bater um papo no chat, combinar plots, etc

me desculpe ser um desastre online

[integrityorsomething]

the dancer! hello, flo!

Uh... Hello. So much for bein' a dancer. My stuff's gone. I had a tutu an' shoes before.

[arcadequeerz]

bendy isn’t ashamed of wearing skirts you fools.

[thesundowncrew]

Her assurance and reasoning put the ghoul at ease. Samhain contemplated if he should try freeing the spirit now or later but Maude had already given him space, seating herself on the bed instead - the frosted bubble nestled quietly in the quilt where they left it.

"Ah dun mind," Samhain shook his head in response. "Ah can't promise what'll happen but, uh, brace yourself.. Just in case.." He had experience in freeing spirits from all manner of containments before but one could never be too careful.

Stepping closer to the middle of the room, Samhain took a deep breath and his body visibly relaxed once he exhaled. Similar to when he communed with the spirit before, Samhain cleared his mind and heart of any troubled thoughts and readied himself. The ghoul started to consciously streamline his focus and energy into one specific task. He could feel the rush of magick building up inside his core, forming in his chest and rising up into his arms, all the way down to the tips of his fingers.

The music box was now levitating in a ball of soft light, Samhain's hands steady at the sides. Samhain closed his eyes and concentrated on the spirit's energy, imagining himself reaching out into the forgotten dreamspace and extracting the little girl with the faded tutu and tattered pointes.

There were no incantations, no spoken word. Whatever spells he needed to get the magick going, it's as if they were already inscribed into his being. Though Samhain's brows were furrowed, he looked and felt calm - understandably since this was something he did on a regular basis. The light surrounding the music box pulsed with the magick coursing through it and essentially taking it apart. The more the magick pulsed and the further Samhain reached into it, a crack appeared on the box. One after another after another after another after another until—

!!CRACK..!!

Suddenly the light was gone. And so was the box. At first it seemed as if nothing had come out of Samhain's efforts but he stayed where he was, his gleaming eyes fixed on something in front of him. He held out his hand with a warm smile..

And a ghostly hand reached out and held it back. As if forming out of dust and light itself, the spirit of the music box was now free - and she still had the quilt Samhain made for her draped over her shoulders. "Hullo lovely," he bid her, his voice soothing and gentle as when they first met. "It's time for you to go.. You've waited long enough. Thank you for bein' brave."

He’d spoken with the spirit. True, the conversation had been brief, but it impressed Maude nonetheless. The spirit’s innkeeper had been a man. She hummed and nodded, understanding Samhain’s reasoning better now. How many innkeepers had come before her? How many desperate people had Feld coaxed into contracts? Maude’s anger sizzled at this line of thought, so she shoved it from her mind.

Trapped inside a looping dream so long that the dream itself had stuttered and broken. Wandering about… not knowing what to do. Maude usually tried not to dwell upon the fate of the captured spirits, but a pang of sympathy went through her heart now. It sounded horribly lonely. She sighed and folded her arms over her chest again, her brow creased with worry as she gazed at the music box. “Poor dear.”

Maude’s heart skipped a beat at the possibility of freeing the spirit. The contract kept her from offering help in such a task, but it didn’t require her to stop him from trying. If Feld complained after losing a victim — and she knew it would — then she would endure its grumbling as she always had. Surely it had collected so many other spirits that it wouldn’t mind losing a single dreamer too much. Especially a spirit that had faded so much over the years.

Then again… what did Samhain intend to try? And what would happen if he succeeded and decided to free others? Hope and fear fought within Maude. Still, when Samhain’s typical eloquence wavered, a smile flickered across the innkeeper’s face, faint but warm. He sounded like Bran, fumbling for the right words. Some tension eased from her shoulders.

“Oh, don’t worry yourself over me,” she reassured him. “If I’d known her, I might answer otherwise, since I imagine she’d rather not see me. But… I never met this one.” Another innkeeper had tricked her into a false sense of safety, lured her into her final resting place. Maude swallowed the secondhand guilt. It felt safest to give Samhain some room, so she sat on his bed this time after glancing warily at Feld’s bubble. She gave Samhain a nod of encouragement. “I’m alright staying, as long as you don’t mind.”

[perpetually-confused-and-blog]

im still lowkey :/ @ the princess tutu fandom wiki for listing fakir as "(HES NOT ARABIAN BTW!!) " like ok have u seen him?? r yall jsut gonna.... completely rule out the possibility that he could have ANY arabian in him bc none of them have set races schut the fuck up juat bc hes a descendent of drosself meyer doesnt mean his bitch ass is ONLY german. like. look at how fuckin pale that ash can is and look at fakir. fakir would be similarly pale if drosselmeyers genes were his onl y genes yall.

[misfit-mania-the-first]

Shows And Movies I Like: Sherlock Gnomes

All the characters are lil cuties, Moriarty has an awesome voice actor, short gnome is bein’ a cutie patootie and dresses up in a lil tutu. It’s awesome. There’s a real mystery.

Watson is a cutie with an amazing deep voice🥰 kinda have a mini crush on him. Sherlock being sad was 🥺 just the sweetest. I love when adaptations show Sherlock being nice and him and watson being friends. It’s just the best!

[fate-defiant]

The musical is better than the book i think cuz you know who daddy long legs is the whole time and theres a comedic element to that. Him being like "she think im old...?" And idk it makes things a lil more understandable knowing where his heads at the whole time... that said i get the bein uncomfy with the the nickname part cuz i too awkward giggled the first time i heard it. And no worries if you arent into the idea i just dont know anyone who like princess tutu and wanyed to get the idea off my chest ^^; (you should check out the musical tho its great 👀)

I’ll try it out, thanks for the recc ✌

[brooklynislandgirl]

"Mebbe we should ah. Do somet'ing about it...later. Pretty sure wi' a good bonus, Ms Dumay wouldn't min' bein' an overnight tutu...ah...Grandmaddah." The offer slips out of her freely. "But totally up to you."

@alwaysxinxtrouble

🔥 {Clint}

Send 🔥 if your muse is attracted to my muse'

"Trust me, the feeling is mutual on many levels."

@brooklynislandgirl

[voidsaber]

WIP title game

@confuzing said I could do this so here are the WIP star wars fics. There are so many. Feel free to ask me about them!

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babylon 5 thrawn

chaos rising thralani

[???] ((not really a wip as just thinking abt stuff but does have scenes written for potential use in other fics))

HOPESTUCK ((hs/sw xover))

misfits au

nightingale au

nightthrawn breakup

nightthrawn nightingale au mayhaps  ((this is different to the above one))

nightthrawn oneshot oops

nightthrawn pandemic ((I came up with this idea in 2018 okay and there is good reason i haven’t posted it as you may realise. this was meant to be a made up sw au about planetary lockdown gdi))

pacific rim sw au

Post Yeetening Tales ((a collection of various diff WIPs which had confusing names so i put them in one doc))

Rebels Fix-It Rewrite

so about that chiss eugenics

swan bein alive and thrawn as a Proud Father

swanto - downfall (nightclub)

swanto - retrograde pt2

sw pritu ((sw/princess tutu xover))

the 7 dads of Ezra Bridger

thranto - accord flashback ((may or may not be in accord but may be uploaded as a one-shot hence why it’s separate))

thranto - corridor confession insp [...] ((something very loosely based off another fic but not posting until i ask for permission))

thranto - library oneshot

thranto - university au

thranto fairytales

thranto posting

thrantoswan - accord v5 ((v5 because i rewrote the damn thing like twice before starting to post it and i save multiple file vers for backup))

thratatouille

thrawnera

thrawn on tinder

[redacted] ((because i will never post this ever but I haven’t dropped it so it still counts as a WIP I guess??))

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IDK who has/hasn’t done this but if you’re interested then please feel free to follow suit!

[keyofjetwolf]

Ami Mizuno, swapping animes, bein’ a creeper.

(I’m completely unspoiled for Princess Tutu and watching it for the first time. Please don’t confirm or deny anything in this post, give me hints or cautions or suggestions about future episodes, or try to explain anything going on. That includes if I should’ve been able to figure it out from previous episodes, or if it’s cultural, or if there’s no answer at all. Spoiling the experience only ruins things for everyone!)

[swanwinged-princess]

((Oh yah speakin of tutu bein a classic fairytale princess I’ve lowkey wanted to rp like…. one of the classic contests to win her hand in marriage/a kiss/a dance w the princess or like;;; bein the subject of an epic quest or braving the Challenges Three or w/e))

((or fleeing an arranged marriage to a warlord/giant-troll-etc./evil king/some combination of those things w her True Love whomever that may be in this case))

[fanficsofmine]

In the Cards (2/2) - Kim Junmyeon

Member: Kim Junmyeon

Soundtrack: Rewrite the Stars - The Greatest Showman Soundtrack

Part 1

A/N: I’m sorry that part 2 took so long. My son has been sick and there’s just been a whole lotta “life” happening with the holidays and everything. I hope y’all love it!

“Ah. You have a choice to make soon, young man.” she said before he could ask his question. “It will involve betrayal. A choice between freedom and your family. Education. Business. Love.”

Junmyeon has a knot form in his throat and he l stood up. “That’s… enough.” He shook his head. “I appreciate your attempt at help but, I must be going now.”

“You do not wish to know the rest?” She raised one eyebrow. “You could have a card to answers or guidance in here.” She raised more cards, but Junmyeon shook his head. He thanked her and exited her tent.

He shoved his hands into his coat pockets as he made his way into the cold. He started to walk back to the exit. Why had he decided to come here? This was stupid. She had no idea about his family life… he was certain she said those things to everybody…

He stopped right before he walked out of the archway. He heard the sounds of laughter and joy coming from the big top. When was the last time he had felt happiness of, well, any kind? Junmyeon scowled and reminded himself that silly frivolity didn’t mean happiness. It was just a distraction.

“Go on, kid.” Junmyeon had forgotten that the man taking entry fees was still there at the entrance. “Just try it. Doesn’t hurt to try. Them trapeze folk are about to go on anyway. At least try to enjoy yourself.”

Junmyeon looked at him and sighed. He spun on his heels and turned back. He didn’t know why he was indulging in this, but it was worth a shot. He retraced his steps back to the main tent and lifted the flap.  Music filled his ears. He could feel it pierce its way through to his soul. It was bright and vibrant. Junmyeon felt the corner of his lips pull up slightly at the feeling. Every step had him feeling lighter and lighter. He couldn’t quite explain it, but he liked it.

Once he was finally able to see the whole ring, he saw everybody with their faces turned up. He joined suit and his breath was taken away.

Although she far off of the ground, Junmyeon was seeing an angel for the first time.

She was dressed in a blue tutu, her dark hair knotted on the top of her head in a bun that resembled a halo, and she was flying above the ground. He gasped as she let go of the handles of one swing, and he let out a breath as she grabbed the bar of another. He watched as she effortlessly flipped and danced through the air. Her movements were effortless and terrifying to watch. She did it all with a smile on her face, seeming completely unphased by the danger that her life was in.

Finally, she leapt to a ring that hung down and sat down on it, ankles crossed, holding either side. The ring was lowered as she smiled and waved to the crowd. Once her feet were safely on the ground, the room erupted. Cheers of relief and excitement rang out. Junmyeon heard groups of little girls squealing about how they wanted to be just like her one day, and he laughed as he watched them stand up and spin and jump near their seats.

The Ring Master walked over to the middle and took her hand. “Ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for the queen of the sky, Amorette!”

“Amorette.” Junmyeon whispered to himself.

After her bow, she began walking toward the back of the ring. Junmyeon watched her exit out of an opening of the tent. He ran along the back of the tent and followed out of the same exit that she walked out of. He looked left, and then right, but she seemed to have vanished. He jogged forward a bit, and began scratching his head. He couldn’t figure out how he had managed to lose her that quickly. He heard a soft voice behind him suddenly that caused him to whip around quickly.

“You lost, darlin’?” Amorette was standing with a shawl over her shoulders. Her hair already loosened from the knot on top of her head and cascading down her back. Junmyeon lost his words momentarily as she was even more beautiful up close. She chuckled at his speechlessness. “It’s alright. I know why you’re here.”

Junmyeon shook his head slightly and asked, “oh do you?”

“Mmhmm.” She nodded. “Madame told me I would meet someone who would change my fate tonight.”

Junmyeon felt a blush cross his cheeks. “I don’t know if I’m exactly ‘fate changing’ material.” Amorette shrugged her shoulders and offered to show him around. He immediately agreed and offered her his name and his arm. She looped hers through with no hesitation and began to guide him through the different side show tents.

He met a woman with a beard who had the most beautiful heart. He met the worlds’ smallest man who had the biggest personality. A man advertised as the heaviest with the lightest laugh. He met so many different people and, towards the end of the night, he began to feel more joy than he had in years.

“Final stop of the night here.” Amorette smiled, as if she had been saving the best for last. Junmyeon walked through the flap and gasped. There, in the middle of the room, was huge, gorgeous elephant. At her feet, laid her calf. “Hey-a Nelly.” Amorette whispered softly. She reached over to a bucket hung on the post of the tent and pulled out a few apples. She tossed one to Junmyeon, who stood in awe. Seeing them in the middle of a ring is one thing. Up close, this magnificent creature was even more amazing.

Junmyeon watched as Amorette walked up and pat the mama elephant, Nelly, on the trunk. She offered her the apple and the elephant took it. Amorette had a gentle expression and turned to Junmyeon. She waved him over and he took a slow step. Nelly turned to him, but she didn’t make any type of movement to signify that she didn’t want him over.

“He’s with me, sweetheart. I brought him to meet ya. I wanted him to meet little Kiki here too.” Junmyeon knelt and offered the baby elephant the apple in his hand.

“You must be Kiki.” He grinned as he felt the baby’s trunk against his hand. After she had eaten the apple, she moved over and nuzzled against him. Still weighing a few hundred pounds more than him, she knocked Junmyeon off his feet. He laughed as he sat up and rubbed in between her giant ears.

“You could spend all of your time with them, you know.” Junmyeon was surprised at Amorette’s words. He didn’t look at her, but kept rubbing Kiki’s head. Amorette kept talking. “Misters Barnum and Bailey are lookin’ for another elephant keeper.”

“I couldn’t…” Junmyeon’s voice was barely audible.

Amorette sat next to him and he continued talking. “I have to finish college. Or, I don’t know. I may be taking over my dad’s business. There’s so much to decide on. I don’t know what it is that I’m supposed to do. I really do wish I could just run away. I want to run from responsibility. Escape from real life.”

“We all join to run away from something.” Amorette said. She reached over to hand Kiki another apple and stroked her trunk. “I was meant to be married. I was young. He was a sweet talker. Promised me a family and lotsa babies. Everything I had ever wanted…”

She paused and smiled a sad smile at Junmyeon. “You put up with bein’ hit and pushed around when you believe someone actually loves you.” Junmyeon felt a surge of emotions. His eyes drifted to Kiki and he got lost in thought. He was sad for Amorette, and angry at anyone who could ever even think of laying a hand on the woman before him. He wanted to agree to leave the stress of everything behind; but he also wanted to stand up and go back to the real world. He had classes starting again soon. His father’s business needed help. Suddenly, Junmyeon was slightly overwhelmed.

He felt the warmth of a soft hand against his. Raising his eyes, Junmyeon made eye contact with Amorette and a beat of silence passed between them. She finally said, “I’m okay now. Happier than I’ve ever been, actually.” “Do you still want that stuff now? The family and home and stable life?”

She shrugged. “This is my family. Every person in there has become a member of my family. When you have your family to support you, stability seems a little less important. And who says a home can’t move wherever you’re at? A house isn’t a home.”

Junmyeon took her hand fully in his and helped her stand up. He cupped the face of the woman that he barely knew and pulled her close. He placed a light kiss to her forehead and then took a step back. “I wish I could run away to the circus. If that were an option, I wouldn’t even go back for my things tonight.” Junmyeon let go of her hand. “I have responsibilities. I have choices to make. This,” he spun slowly and gestured to the tent and the elephants around him. “This isn’t for me.” Amorette nodded, but said, “everything is always an option.” She turned and went to walk out of the tent. Junmyeon’s head was spinning. He reached down to pat Kiki one more time and then heard Amorette’s voice again.

“We don’t leave the train station until two tomorrow afternoon. If you change your mind, come find me, Junmyeon.” With that, she fully walked out of the tent.

The next day, Amorette stood on the platform next to the train. The animals had been loaded up. Everyone except for her was in their quarters, resting for the next show that night a few towns over. She hung onto the side of the train door, watching as the clock inched closer to two. Only three minutes to spare.

She had known that it was a long shot, but she couldn’t have helped but held onto a tiny bit of hope that Junmyeon would come with her. She didn’t know why. She hardly knew him and she wasn’t in love. But she was drawn to him. She was half tempted to leave the station and go find him herself.

A voice from inside said, “sweetheart, the conductor wants to go ahead and take off now.” Amorette sighed and said she understood.

Right as she turned away, though, she heard the voice that had filled the night before shout, “wait!”

She spun quickly and Junmyeon jumped through the door of the train. The wheels started to move, and she stared up at him with a smile. He beamed back down at her and said, “everything is always an option.”

[ghoulance]

Tutu/heels lance for anon! He's not really posing like a model or anything oops hes just bein a dork