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SS Chara and Frisk street dancing. Just because it'd be cool, lol.

Danceshift, but it's also a universe where the monsters were never sealed behind a barrier in the Underground, and yeah there's still some conflict between the races, but basically the majority of those conflicts are resolved through DANCE.

#franstastic answers #chara #frisk #danceshift #storyshift #headcanons

Already said it once but happy birthday lovely. You deserve all the good things in life. You’re someone I feel I can talk to so casually. Writing with you comes naturally, you’re someone I care for so deeply and I just want to give you the best things in life. Ahh I love you and how kind you are to others. Your writing is always phenomenal and I always get giddy when I see you online. You’re just overall an amazing person to me and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. I’m so happy you were born and I hope your years to come are always good. ❤️💕💝☺️

@danceshift

I have re-read this message like over three times and I will kEEP re-reading it bc it makes me feel things. I am— a puddle. You’ve melted me. tBH I still think about how we met before and when I joined the YGO fandom on here and I saw you I was like— yEP. This is fate. 8I We’ve been reunited! And I’m feeling lucky because of it! You’re a very close friend of mine. I cherish, admire, appreciate you. Our muses match perfectly with each other and we get along so well and— that’s just?? Goals?? BFF goals! Thank you for everything! Whenever I see you in my activity, whether it’s a reply, a comment, a tag, I feel excitement. It’s like-- It’s Vesper❣️💜 You're so precious to me. You're literally an angel ! You make everything so much better just by being here. You're amazing. ♥ Thank you again! You deserve all the good things! If you're happy, I'm happy too. ♥

#ooc.//#danceshift #BIRTHDAY.//

❣ ♛ ✉ ⸻ Starter for @danceshift ! TW: Drug and alcohol usage. Clubbing scene. If you are uncomfortable with drug usage scenes please do not read.

NYC - MANHATTAN

Bright headlights flashed at the curb as one man in particular’s signature sapphire Lamborghini rolled up to the curb of NYC’s hottest new night club. ‘Club Seto’ the club that was now THE place to be all over Japan, had a new NYC location and it was opening night. The owner himself was most certainly going to be in attendance. As the luxury car doors vertically lifted, the billionaire club owner let his long, toned legs step out of the car. Grabbing his steel briefcase in hand before walking around the hood, tossing the keys to the valet without even pausing his purposeful stride. There was a crimson carpet rolled out as he made his advance to the ropes that blocked off the entirety of the line of patrons that coiled tightly around the entire building and block. A hulking security guard unhooked the rope and bowed his head as the world-famous CEO of Kaiba Corporation and owner of CLUB SETO stalked his way towards the door and straight into the club. The music was deafening as it slapped him in the face, but at this rate his eardrums were all but numb to such noise. He was wearing a sapphire Gucci pinstripe suit with the shirt half unbuttoned baring his muscular pecs and top row of abs. Striding into the club he made his way to the massive neon-led lit bar. As he approached the bartender in his employ the woman greeted him warmly as she prepared him a glass of Jack Daniels. While that was being done Seto slipped behind the bar counter to the safe tucked below the counter that held all the booze on the back wall. . Leaning down deft fingers disarmed it before grabbing a kilo bag of cocaine and bringing it to the counter to prepare for the very long night he had ahead of him.

Long, slender fingers reached for the whiskey glass as the bag of cocaine dropped heavily from his hand onto the bar counter top. Nearby, the bartender woman quickly moved to retrieve her boss's circular mirror and a rolled up $100 bill he used as the tube for his vice. Laying them carefully to the side on the counter within arms reach before busying herself again with preparations for the long night ahead. Seto sent her a side eye now and then. His sapphire gaze would be scrutinizing every single move his new staff made this night and if anyone fucked up, they were going to be fired on the spot and yanked out of his club and thrown on the street. Lifting the glass to his lips, domineering blues cast out over the dance floor straight ahead of him. The place was picking up traffic very quickly, and everything seemed to be going according to plan in that department. Tilting the glass, he took a casual sip of the whiskey whilst narrowing his eyes towards the stripper poles and cages that were still empty. Elegantly, a single finger lifted to beckon one of the many security guards that shadowed his every move. The man clad in a black tux and shades much like Roland and the rest of his Kaiba Corp bodyguards, quickly came to the CEO’s side.

“Sir?” The bouncer greeted.

❝ Why aren’t my dancers on the poles? Find them and get their asses up there. Now! ❞ Seto barked at him over the wall-shaking music, lowering the glass from his lips, setting it down hard on the counter. Unacceptable. Already his dancers were late and that would be coming out of their paychecks.

“Y-Yes sir!” The man responded, rushing off to see what the hold up was back in the dressing rooms. He had just scored this gig and the pay was wild, he definitely didn’t want to get fired an hour into his first shift. Seto let out a low growl of annoyance as his fingers moved to tend to the cocaine. By now the bartender was taking the orders of a few patrons that had moved to the bar. The club was dark and cast a mysterious shadow over the club owner’s face of neon pinks and purples, his signature club color scheme flickered over his face now and then, lighting it enough to be seen clearly. Whilst other patrons were catered to and their drink orders were made, his fingers went to work crafting cocaine lines on the circular mirror. His credit card assisted in lining the drug up in four thick, yet flawless lines, without a spec out of place. His lines were easily fat enough that anyone watching knew the obscene amount of money such weighty lines cost was nothing to him. Silky, brunette strands that fell between the gap of his strikingly aggressive sapphires shifted as he tilted his head. Grabbing the $100 bill he used as a tube, he began to snort the lines one by one. The amount of the drug on that mirror was more than enough to take down a horse, but would be just enough to coast the machine of a man Seto Kaiba was, through the evening. As the bill slid across the mirror, one finger moved to press to his nostril whilst the other snorted the powder deep into his nasal passage. All four lines taken in a single, expert snort, each before lifting his head again.

Handing the bill, credit card and mirror back to the bartender he let his head fall back. Mouth cracked ajar as he sent a final snort to ensure no lingering residue lay in his nasal passage. His normally aggressive facade waned into one of pleasure as the drug washed over him.

❝ Nngh…❞ The billionaire let out a low moan of pleasure as he could feel his high already activating. He’d need it for the night he was in store for. Tonight specifically would be a make or break it situation. Everyone and everything was on the chopping block. Upon his head tilting back down, chestnut strands scattered back into their previous resting position before speaking. ❝ It’s going to be a long fuckin’ night. ❞