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The Underwold Saga. Parte 3
Tiresias: "Sisi, te va a pasar tragedia tras otra, pero mira que bonito vals me sé." ✨
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Come Dance With Me
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I’ve been reblogging a few GIFs lately, so I thought it was time to post a few gifts!
This artwork was inspired by the fanfics ‘Knock on Wood’ by @loonysama and ‘Hungry Eyes and Moving Hips’ by @annaofthenorthernlights on AO3.
Sometimes love is a slow burn, sometimes it’s quick to light.
‘Knock on Wood’ is punchy, cheeky and full of Cocky Kristoff charm (Rated Teen+ 1 shot)
‘Hungry Eyes and Moving Hips’ is sensual and fun, it’s hard not to keep reading (Rated E - sexy times! 8 chapters)
Both stories celebrate the intimate, exciting, sometimes awkward dance of love.
I was going to apologise for it being sketchy instead of polished but I realised, these two are the fixer uppers! They’re not perfect and that’s what makes them relatable and lovable. So, I’ve learned to roll with it.
gore implied!
Hi I published an original spooky waltz song because everyday is Halloween to me. Please check it out, and if you like it, give this post a boost, it would mean the world to me. Thank you for enjoying my art.
I’ve been wanting to do the other Oricorio styles for a while now, so here is the first two designs I’ve done, but I plan on doing one for every type
Break Style (Left) and Waltz Style (Right)
just casually scrolling cinderella phenomenon stuff and realized....THE GAME WAS RELEASED ON MY BIRTHDAY WHAT THE HECK-
This is it everyone! We now have a release date!
Early release is for the Kickstarter Backers. After that day we will start counting down for the official release (which also includes the Steam release).
Thank you so much for all your support!
As a waltz fangirl I wholeheartly agree with this
Lucette: If I run and leap at Waltz, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.
Lucette: [running towards Waltz] Coming in!
Waltz: No! I'm holding coffee! [Catches Lucette in his arms, coffee dropping to the floor]
Amy Purdy as Cinderella and Derek Hough as Prince Charming on DWTS S18 E5.
This is from a couple weeks ago but me and my bestie learnt to waltz!!!
We are basically married /j
@grey-loves-dragons
A dance with you
A maiden in black with a mask on her face. She looked around seeing if anyone matched the description of her date
But of course all of them were wearing masks
She sighed grabbing a cookie from the table,that's when a man with slicked back hair approached her
"What's a flower like you doing on your own?" She looked over and was startled to see someone talking to her
"I'm waiting for a date..but I guess he forgot." The man scoffed in disgust
"Who would leave an angel like you alone? If I meet this man,I'll beat him to a pulp!" He yelled
"No! It's fine! I'll just be going home."
"Already?"
"Yeah..I'm not too good at dancing anyways."
The woman was about to leave but the man grabbed her hand,"but may I have a chance to dance with you?"
She blushed,"I..I dunno..I don't want to make a fool of myself." "Don't worry-"
He pulled her into the dance floor
"Just follow my lead."
The woman took one step then the next as the man moved. She seemed to be getting the hang of it
"If I may ask. What name do you go by?" "My name is Elora Silverman,what name do you go by?" "Charled Metze the third."
"Wow. Are you from some sort of rich family?"
"You bet."
"Wow.."
The night goes on with the two not breaking the dance they got set up
Even when the dance was done,they still didn't go far without each other
They drank punch and talked about family and other topics
But soon Elora's ride was there
"Ah shoot. Well,this has been fun Sir Charles the third."
"It has been Miss Elora Silverman."
She turned around but was stopped
"May I see your face before you go so I know what you look like?"
Elora smiled and removed the silver mask
Charles looked in awe at her face
"See you around." She said running out and into her car
The man held her heart and smiled finally finding,'The one'
Programación Cultural outubro/novembro 2013, Universidade de Vigo
Deseño e maquetación: Gerardo Fuentes
Fotografía de portada: Tamara de la Fuente
It was dark.
The hero prowled warily around the villain’s lair, their head tilting at every direction, searching for a spark of light.
Their breathe hitched in panic, the hole of anxiety opening in the pit of their stomach, slowly devouring them.
Suddenly, lights at either sides of the large corridor opened, one by one, revealing an elaborate red carpet on the floor, and finally a staircase, ending with a royal-looking throne.
The hero instinctively blocked their sensitive eyes with their arms in protection, groaning in pain.
“Oh-ho ho ho ho ho~!” a familiar laugh could be heard from the end of the hall.
“God damn it, [villain]! Should you always put such a dramatic show up like that?!” the hero snapped, fuming.
The villain ended their laugh with a deep sigh of satisfaction. They flapped their red and intricate cape with their hand, gracefully so, and then their murderous gaze fell upon the scowling hero, hands placed on their hips in a swagger, their chest puffed up arrogantly.
“Oh, little hero. You should’ve seen the look on your face.” they said amusedly, smiling brightly like they always did.
“Shut up. You always do this kind of attention-seeking non sense, it’s annoying. You must cut it out.” the hero rubbed their eyes.
the villain widened their eyes and gasped, hand dramatically on their heart, feigning mock hurt. “Attention-seeking? How harsh of you to say that! I was only trying to present myself in the best ways I can offer.. just for you.” the villain all but gushed, voice dropping to a flirtatious purr at the end.
They took a few steps down, their golden heels tapping on the stairs. “You know, I’d been looking forward to our next meeting, thinking about how I’d invite and dine you in.” the villain flapped their hair with their hand, “I couldn’t resist my patience, I’d been desirous to see my favourite little hero again.” the villain stopped in front of the hero, tall and intimidating, yet shimmering with jewelry and wondrous.
They were so close the hero could practically smell the villain’s rich cologne. Their face burned.
“Oh yeah? Dine me? So you can gain information, or possibly persuade me to your evil deeds? That surely won’t happen.” they pressed, looking the villain up, eyes narrowed.
“Is this what you think of me? A malicious operator? It kind of hurts, you know.” the villain said, pouting, “I am not the kind to do such follies, especially to my special little hero.” they tilted the hero’s shin up, gingerly. “I just wanted to see you again, maybe have a nice dinner, a lovely waltz on the dance floor, or a cordial chat.”
“What?”
“What?” the villain tilted their head and raised an eyebrow in bewilderment. “Is there something bizzare about that, love? Or are you” they leaned closer to the hero’s face, a sly smirk engraved on their lips as a luscious glint appeared on their eyes, “.. flustered?” they continued.
The hero’s breathe hitched, hyper-aware that their lips were only inches away. They cleared their throat, averting their eyes.
This wasn’t the first time the villain flirted with them. It’s been going long since months. The silly pet names, the looks of awe the villain gave when they stared at them, the smirk, the frequently tossed compliments and flattery.
The villain has always been a coquet(te). The grandeur, the softness in their voice, the gleam in their eyes, the stylish language, making the hero’s stomach flutter with heat.
And what was worse, was that the villain never failed to distract them and leave them feeling completely and utterly helpless, and with butterflies in their stomach.
“Ah ah ah.” the villain purred, “Look at me when I talk to you, there’s no hiding the little blush.”
The hero tensed at the tone. They looked back at the villain.
“There you are.” the villain smiled, tracing a line on their cheek. “Don’t you just look exquesite when you’re blushing. I bet your heart is beating so fast now.”
They placed their hand gently over the hero’s heart, and like they said, their heart was fluttering uncontrollably under their burning skin. “Just like expected.” they locked gazes with them.
The hero didn’t look like they had any idea what to do with the villain’s eyes piecing through them. Their breathe hitched.
The villain smirked, drinking up the sight in front of them.
The hero blushed more, speechless.
“So,” the villain said, “let’s dance, shall we.” they offered their hand.
The hero took it.
Not a prompt.