#I am Electro Dance

[4rtific]

23 MARZO 24; Cali COLOMBIA

Check My Electro 4 Anunciado recientemente por su fundador Ibalde, promotor Latinoamericano de nuestra disciplina así como excelente bailarín representante en eventos de talla Internacional. ¡Encuentra toda la información tan pronto se publique aquí mismo!

[fettiowi]

Idc, im in summer vacation i have time to do whatever i want, I WILL LEARN HOW TO DANCE

[x-heesy]

Hurrayitsfriday 🪩

I’m not a typ, I’m a vibe 🕺🏼

I’m a raver, baby, so why don’t yA kill me?

𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗬 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗗𝝝𝗖𝗧𝝝𝗥 𝝠𝗪𝝠𝗬

𝗚𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗦 / 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝝠𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡𝝠𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦 /𝗜𝗡𝗧𝝝𝗠𝗬𝗦𝝝𝗨𝗟 / 𝗘𝝠𝗥𝗚𝝠𝗦𝗠 / 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗭 𝗜𝗭 𝝠 𝗚𝗜𝗙 𝝠𝗧𝗧𝝠𝗖𝗞 / 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 / 𝗚 𝝝 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝝠 𝗗 𝗝 / ΓЯДCҜФFΓHΞDДУ / 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗞𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗦 / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧 𝟰 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝝝𝗨𝗧𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗪𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝝠𝗞𝗘 / 𝗪𝝝𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗜 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗡 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 🎧 / 𝗟𝝝𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝝝 / 𝗧𝗛𝝠𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗟𝝝𝗥𝗗 𝟰 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 / 𝗜𝗠𝗙𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗧𝝝𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝝠𝗦𝗦𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗦𝝠𝗖𝗥𝗘 / 𝗦𝗛𝝠𝗞𝗘𝗪𝗛𝝠𝗧𝗬𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗚𝝠𝗩𝗘𝗬𝝠 /𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗣𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗕𝝝𝗠𝗕𝗦 / 𝗥𝝝̈𝗛𝗥𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗖𝗛 / 𝗜’𝗠 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝝝

𝗜 𝝠𝗠 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 🎧💃🏽🕺🏼🪩🚀���

#panicdynamicpandemic #trackoftheday #gifattack #gifmania #moody #edm #electronicmusic #shakewhatyamamagaveya #raaaaven @luna-zylum @boanerges20 #electroshockboogie #dancemfdance #partymusic #lostinmusic #thankslordfortechno

𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝝𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗬: albatross by the subs from Belgium 🇧🇪

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 1, 2020

Lyrics:

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I-I-I-I)

Can you hear the whispers all across the room?

You feel her eyes all over you like cheap perfume

You're beautiful, but misunderstood

So why you tryna be just like the neighborhood?

I can see ya, I know what you're feelin'

So let me tell you 'bout my little secret

I'm a little crazy underneath this

Underneath this

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)

Do you ever feel like an outcast?

You don't have to fit into the format

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I-I-I-I)

Oh, so dress up fancy like Sid and Nancy (yeah)

Walking killer queen, gotta keep 'em guessin'

So, baby, come pass me a lighter

We're gonna leave 'em on fire

We're the sinners and the blessings

I can see ya, I know what you're feelin'

So let me tell you 'bout my little secret

I'm a little crazy underneath this

Underneath this, oh

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)

Do you ever feel like an outcast?

You don't have to fit into the format

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I-I-I-I)

You're king and you're queen

You're strong, then you're weak

You're bound but so free

(Ah, ah, ah)

So come and join me

And call me Harley

And we'll make 'em scream

Songwriter:

Do you ever feel like a misfit?

Everything inside you is dark and twisted

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I)

Do you ever feel like an outcast?

You don't have to fit into the format

Oh, but it's okay to be different

'Cause baby, so am I (so am I, so am I, so am I-I-I-I)

Henry Russell Walter / Victor Thell / Maria Jane Smith / Amanda Ava Koci / Gigi Grombacher / Rollo Spreckley

SongFacts:

👉📖

[alymccart]

[as always, click image, right click > open image in new tab for high res]

SO I HEARD A RUMOR that we were robbed of a Ball episode of HH and I am ROARING with fury.

So, that sparked the need to draw a dance scene, which was inspired by A Song (seriously listen to this), and fueled by an IV drip of Electro Swing straight into my veins the entire time I was painting.

I *realllllyyy* need to see a dressed up Charlie next season or I am going to CRY. Also, Vaggie in a tux, eh??? EHHH??

As an aside, reconciling this dance pose with the height difference of these two was... a challenge.

Anyway, please enjoy this!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Oh my hey! Please, if you haven't already, please, could you do if you haven't please do favorite singer and song of the sdv bachelor/ettes

Oh, this is the first time I've posted an ask about a topic like this, so I hope I did it right. Thanks for the question, and have a great day! 🫰💕

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SDV bachelors:

Harvey's radio will always play Louis Daniel Armstrong or Ella Jane Fitzgerald because the doctor loves listening to jazz. If he wants something more energetic, Harvey will switch to the Latin music radio channel. He's sure to start dancing in the kitchen when Pete Rodríguez's "I Like It Like That" comes on. With music like that, cooking dinner becomes more interesting and fun.

It may sound pretty cliche, but Alex will definitely have a workout playlist with songs from the 80s rock and roll, pop rock and metal genres. Stan Bush ("Touch", "Fight for survive", "Never surrender"), Paul Engemann ("Push it to the limit, "The Eagle Lands"), Survivor ("Eye of Tiger"), Judas Priest ("All guns blazing", "The Sentinel") would be his favorites.

I'm sure Sebastian will be a fan of alternative rock (Nirvana - "Smell like teen spirit" and "Lithium"), emo-core (Taking back Sunday - "Cute without an "E") and electronic rock (almost all Celldweller albums, his favourite album is "Wish upon a Blackstar"). I also think that Sebby often likes to enjoy breakcore, not really remembering the specific artists and listening to whatever he likes. This is how I imagine Sebastian trying to explain to his mom what breakcore is (Warning: loud).

It's quite difficult with Sam because he's a real melomaniac. He listens to absolutely everything and almost all the time. Depending on his mood, he can listen to both heavy metal and pop music. However, the most frequently played bands in his music player are definitely the Beatles (his two favourite albums are "Help" and "Yellow submarine"), Coldplay ("Yellow") and Arctic Monkeys (the album"AM"). And also any popular song that gets stuck in his head (California girls we're unforgettable, daisy dukes bikini on top-).

Classics for Elliott! Our dear writer - and without masterpieces of classical music? Unthinkable! Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Vivaldi, Grieg, Debussy - all either playing in his little radio on the table, or the writer himself sits down at his piano and plays music by famous composers. He also loves modern classical music, and sometimes light jazz.

Shane listens to rock and heavy metal like Metallica, Ramstein, AC/DC all the time and you won't change my mind (I'll fight for that headcanon). I like to think he just lies on his bed, turns on his music player and plays the loudest heavy rock you can imagine in his headphones. One of his favourite songs that he listens to all the time is "For whom the bell tolls" (Metallica).

SDV bachelorettes:

Actually, I always thought that Maru would like synthwave and retrowave genre. I don't know why, but it would be just her style to include a playlist with synthwave artists (all Home songs, especially "Resonance" and "Head first"). If this genre is a too calm and the young inventor wants something a bit more energetic, her choice would be Daft Punk (Around the world, around the woooooooooooooorld!) or Disclosure ("Grab her" and "Omen" are her favorite songs).

Abigail's choices are quite chaotic. One moment she can listen to dark electro (Owl vision - "Horus" and "Holy shit"), and the next moment the amethyst lover admires folk music and promises herself that she will also learn to play the flute (Percival Schuttenbach - almost all songs, but especially "Karanfilce" and "Lazare", as well as Sowulo - the whole album "Sol"). She is also a lover of video game soundtracks and dark ambient. As I said before, pretty chaotic music taste.

All the popular pop, dance-pop and R&B you can think of - that's what Haley's playlist is. Ariana Grande, Doja Cat, Rihanna, Beyoncé, Britney Spears.... Haley doesn't have a particular favourite song, she likes everything. In the evening she likes to listen to the same pop and dance music songs, but in slowed down version + reverb.

Emily just can't live without energetic dance music. She could probably compete with Sam for the title of Starview Valley's music lover. And the genres can be diverse: from electro-swing (Caravan Palace) to Latin music (don't play Kaoma - "Lambada" in front of her, otherwise she will drag you to dance), from RnB (Beyoncé) to disco (Bee Gees).

When classical music is played, Penny falls into a melancholic mood. She is particularly affected by Claude Debussy's cycle of six piano pieces "Children's Corner", and she loves to listen to the piano version and the orchestra version equally. Besides classics, the young teacher also likes to listen to Enya (she always sheds tears when she listens to "May it be" or "Aniron"). But Penny will shed real rivers of tears if she hears the soundtrack from Titanic (especially "Hymn to the Sea").

If you ask Leah about her favourite music, the artist will name you a few groups of indie music and alternative music. After all, those are her favourite genres. In her free time, she sometimes likes to relax listening to Slenderbodies (especially "Belong" and "Opal ocean"), or Glass Animals (she can listen to the whole "Zaba" album all day long and she won't get bored). Leah also loves listening to songs by the indie duo King of Convenience (especially "Mrs Cold").

[fairykazu]

letters to her ft. kazuha

cws: established relationship, f! reader (referred as lady, princess, etc), third person, making up lore to fit the story, princess bride ref

masterlist

kazuha stood tall amidst the warmer breeze that inazuma had to shoulder for the spring, every cherry blossom tree was in bloom, the pink petals falling to the ground. he pocketed one petal for her as his long, white hair dancing like ribbons of silk in the gentle winds. red eyes scanning the horizon as he was searching for a glimpse of the one who held his heart captive.

just before leaving to inazuma last night, he had written her another letter, his heart pouring out onto the parchment paper as if it was the lighting storm that showers over the islands, blessed by the electro archon herself. he wrote carefully as the ink stained his fingers; words blurred together as his vision began to blur with tears. unspoken words he'd never said out loud.

as he was traveling by boat to the city, the memory of their first meeting came flooding back, he remembered it as if it was yesterday. he was left, stranded, in the harsh wilderness of the islands, abandoned to care for himself.

thankfully, a woman had taken him in out of pity. although kazuha wasn't the type to believe in the archons like he used to, he thanked them above for blessing his eyes with her. her beautiful, sparkling eyes and her dimples when she smiled. she was truly someone who was as beautiful as the ocean waves when they crash on the shore. he had fallen to her charms quicker than the first snowflake that danced in the winter.

he remembered how kind she was as she poured him some jasmine tea. her delicate hands made him feel safe. even then, in his heart, he had known that she was the one. the one who would make all his pain and suffering worth it.

once he arrived on the dock of the city, it had been a long time since he saw her. years had passed since, but their love for each other had only grown stronger. they exchanged countless letters, sharing their deepest desires and fears. promises were made, vowing to be together soon. kazuha took out a letter from his pocket, unfolding it. clutching it close to his chest, the scent of her perfume lingered on the paper, taunting him with the memory of her.

closing his eyes, he allowed himself to be consumed by the moments of their time together, reliving each memory as if it were happening all at once.

he chuckled silently to himself as he remembered the way she would laugh, how her eyes would sparkle when she smiled, nights they spent together, whispering secrets and sharing dreams beneath the starlit sky.

like how the archon mythology had said when people were originally had four arms, four legs and two heads, but when the archons had a war, it eventually split the people into beings with two arms, two legs and one head, doomed or blessed them with their other half wandering the world.

maybe, she was his other half, and he was fated to be hers forevermore.

his heart started to race once he arrived at her estate, hoping that he would be embraced by her arms once again. pink blossoms waltzed in the wind around him, the scent of love in the air. the grand mansion loomed before him, its towers reaching towards the celestials.

the door was guarded with two knights, clad in their bright armor, holding onto their polearms as if their life depended on it. he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. one of them asked the ivory haired samurari,

"state your business."

"i am here to see the lady." kazuha replied, staying calm despite the broody knights staring daggers into his soul. he smiled politely as one of them raised a brow,

"the lady? don't be silly, young man. everyone in the world wants to see the lady. please show me how you know her."

kazuha didn't expect the security to increase when he was gone. he handed the letter he recieved from you recently to the broody knight number one.

broody knight number one laughed in kazuha's face, the saliva sticking to his face. he grabbed a tissue, wiping his face. "young man, don't make me laugh!” loud, booming fits of laughter came from both knights. “this is no way the lady's handwriting." he squinted, passing it to the second broody knight.

"i agree. this must be a bootleg version. nice try, kid." kazuha tried to take back the letter but the knight only had ripped it up in front of him, his eyes grew to saucers, watching the parchment become one with the pink flowers. as kazuha was about to unsheathe his sword, a little man, dressed in all black, presumably the butler, creaked open the doors. he waddled to one of the knights, whispering something.

as the laughter took a full stop, a moment of silence increased the tension. the knights' facade of being proud dropped completely, laughing nervously. "my apologies, sir kaedehara, we weren't aware of your business with the lady."

he retorted back, "you would've if you read the contents of the letter." the knight opened the door wide open, making the brass knockers clink against the wooden door.

as the doors were still open, kazuha sauntered his way into the mansion; it revealed a grand hall adorned with tapestries and different styled paintings of your family. kazuha could feel the weight of the knights' daggered gaze upon his head again, he chuckled nervously, forgetting that he made a remark towards their intergity.

most definitely, deserved though.

he made his way towards the staircase that led to the upper levels of her estate.

as he ascended up on the marble stairs, the tension in the air grew more cruel, colder. it was as if the whole world was holding their breath, waiting for him to arrive; it made him realize that he was holding his breath too.

he made himself relax as he paused for a moment on the top of the stairs, taking in the surroundings around him. from the lavish furnishings to countless, new portraits framed in gold, each single one served as a painful reminder of his time apart from you.

he was familiar with the hallways, turning a left, reaching her chamber. his heart was pounding in his chest, taking a deep breath just before he steadied himself. he knocked on the door, "my lady, are you there?"

a moment of silence came before a click of the latch replied to kazuha's question. the door swung open, revealing his lady in front of him. she was more beautiful than he ever remembered, even if he attempted to remember her appearance, engraved in his mind. it couldn't compare to reality

. her eyes lit up like sparkles in the night sky, "hello, my knight, how are you? how was your journey?" she said with grace, upholding the reputation she has across many towns. her voice was soft and sweet just like how he remembered.

taking her delicate hands into his calloused ones, he kissed her knuckles, "it was beautiful despite the harshness of the weather." your face shifted uncomfortably. "don't worry, princess, i wasn't hurt badly. in fact," from his bag, he grabbed a single rainbow rose he saved just for her. "i have this flower for you. it reminded me of you."

she smiled, her teeth shining brightly, "thank you, my knight. care to come in?"

kazuha nodded. the door behind him shut closed. she took a deep breath, taking a step forward, her facade as a perfect lady crumbled before him. her hand trembled, reaching out to his cheek, "kazuha," she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "you've come back to me." tears began to form, creating little pearls at her eyes.

"i promised that i would." kazuha replied, gently comforting her as she pulled him into a tight embrace, clinging to him as if she might never let go. he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her familiar scent.

it was the scent of home, of love, of everything that had maintained him during the years they had been apart. kazuha departed from her embrace. he lit the fireplace as it crackled and cackled. he returned to the nook of the bedroom. he carried her to the loveseat, sitting next to her. she gazed into her lover's eyes,

she sniffled, "kazuha, i adore you. although sometimes i wonder if i'd be enough for you?" her snot running down her nose, he quickly retrieved a tissue, wiping the snot from her face.

"you know, i'll always come back to you, princess," he said softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "no matter where I go or what I do, you'll always be the star that guides me home."

she smiled through her tears; her face began to light up. "and you, kazuha, my love, you're the only one who can make this place feel like home." she leaned into him, her body warm and familiar against his. "stay with me, won't you?"

he returned her smile, sweetly, wiping a single tear off her face, "of course, my lady, i wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with you." he pressed a kiss to her head, humming a tune.

she nodded, sniffling, wiping her nose with the tissue kazuha gave her. "thank you, my knight." she rested her head against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. "i've missed your stories about your adventures; do tell me, what have you been up to since you left?"

"as you wish, my lady."

[dysfunctional-doodle]

~~Electro~~:

gas station food is FIRE tho

i’d risk everything for gas station sushi

~~MagicMike~~:

sobbing

Bread:

[Photo ID: A screenshot of the chat, but it’s cropped, so all you can see is ‘Bacon, Egg and Cheese are typing…’]

Guys please don’t

Bacon:

YOU

ME

Cheese:

you me gasstation

Bacon:

GAS STATION

Egg:

What are we getting for dinner?

Bread:

:(

Cheese:

sushi ofc!

Bacon:

UH OH!

there was a roofie inside of our gas station sushi!!!!

Egg:

We black out and wake up in a sewer

Cheese:

were surrounded by fish

Bacon:

HORNY FISH

Cheese:

you know what that means!!

Egg:

You know what that means

Bacon:

FISH ORGY!!!!!!!!!!

Bread:

STOP

LostTheBraincell:

No no, go on

i’m invested

Egg:

The stench drives in a bear

What do we do?

Bacon:

we’re gonna FIGHT IT

Egg:

Bear fight

Cheese:

bear handed

bare

Bacon:

bare NAKED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!

OH YES PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cheese:

oh yes please

CaptainLeo:

What am I walking in on…

Egg:

We befriend the bear after we beat it in a brawl, then we ride it to a chuck-e-cheese

Bacon:

DANCE

DANCE

REVOLUTION

Egg:

Revolution? overthrow the government?

Uh,,,, i think so!

Bacon:

next thing you know i’m reincarnated as JESUS CHRIST

Cheese:

then i turn into a jet

fly into the sun

black out again

AteTheBraincell:

What the fuck happened in here

Cheese:

wake up

do a bump

white out

Egg:

(which i didn’t know you could do)

Then i smoked a joint

GREENED out

Then i turned into the sun

Bacon:

UH OH

LOOKS LIKE THE METH IS KICKING IN

Egg:

BFNCBMSNAIQYSGHDGAHSBJDNSKDNKCIWHSKAJDNDBJSNS,SKWINDJDBSJBDJD

Cheese:

HSJAHAKSHIAHSKSNAKOAJDNSJKANSKSNSKDNKSJSMSNKSNSMDNDJSNJAHWBSKSNDKND7€*#)2/8+(#’HEHGAKAHDKSJKAJSKDNDKNDJDHDJ8162\|]$$}$}{)@)@(€’naoKjs😬🫵😬😎😭💯😭💯😭😭😭NANAJAHJhsjanjshjJjHUjhNjbjJbjhahjGHAJBjj👍🏼🤩😬🤩😬MAMAJAJHAJJihKUIU778nMnkhJhj✨#(*@)(#((@)%(BHgHg%babgHbhJk,,JhuHkmLuyayJHHJKBFcuJo

Bacon:

FAKJHFEGJHKAEFGJKAEHFGFEAJKHGFJHKADGFHJKAEFGJKHEAFGJAHEKGFKJHAEGFJKHEAGFKJEAHFJMHVSKHJADFGFDJAKHHGFEAKJHGFHJKDABCJKCEAGKHJAEFBFKEJA(FEAIOHGFEJO(JKHGFEAJHODAFGYKJEAFGKHJFEGKJYEAFGJYKDFGYUDFAKGFDAUKYGFDAUYKFDGAKUYAFDGUYAKEFGUYKEFAKFDJHGYJFDKAGFDAJKHGDFAJK(GADFYJKFGEHJKSDFBUJDFBNIECANIUAEFGUYIAEYIUVEWBYVEJHBKVDSBKHJVZCM NBVDAGWEVIYUWEFGUIYEFWGFEWIUYB

Bread:

I’m so embarrassed

RabidChihuahua:

what the fuck

what

Bootyyyclapper9000:

@ Bootyyyshaker9000 new weekend plans

Cheese:

did u like our performance

LostTheBraincell:

Kids these days and their newfangled memes!!!!!!!

RabidChihuahua:

did you seriously memorise all that

Cheese:

yes

RabidChihuahua:

???

WHY

Egg:

Because it’s funny, next question

~~Electro~~:

RESPECT

Bread:

It isn’t, it really isn’t

Cheese:

ur just a hater

I love this holy shit

(And is it bad that I have that whole meme memorised in my head? Sometimes I will just recite it in my brain and it talks way too loud, especially when I’m in an exam lol)

[mousy-nona]

First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3

A major sacrifice

But clueless at the time

Enter, Caroline

Just trust me, you'll be fine

“What is that noise?”

Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”

Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer. 

He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.” 

Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together. 

And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it

Another version of me, I was in it

I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.

“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused. 

“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”

“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”

“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst. 

“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”

“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”

Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”

“Every night.” 

Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”

The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.

—------------------------

“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.” 

Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?” 

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”

To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?” 

“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected. 

“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.” 

A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.

Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…

Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.

Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.

Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.

Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room. 

“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment. 

Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away. 

“Heaven, I’m in heaven!” 

—------------------------

And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am

“You’re listening to this again?” 

Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.  

“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.

“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud. 

“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.

“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips. 

And the damn song was still playing. 

So when everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…

Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.

“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”

“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting? 

Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose. 

He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time. 

—------------------------

The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play. 

Attached to it was a note.

As a thank you for all the new music. -A.

So Lucifer hit Play.

Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers. 

Blue days

All of them gone

Nothing but blue skies

From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going oh-so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record. 

It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.

He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it. 

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly…

He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained. 

“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”

[zzzykiek]

Play it Sweet

2PAlastor x Diabetc human Fem!reader

This chapter dives into the NSFW zone at the end so Minors DNI you've been warned.

CW: toxic work environment, creepy boss, anxiety, p in v sex, cunnilingus (just a smidge). 

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Thanks and enjoy!

2P Alastor credit - https://anic-mj.tumblr.com/post/627521842542936064/2palastorblueberry/amp 

Chapter 3 —-- In Control

His tears are pouring over your shoulder. “Al?” You gently rub his back. He reaches into his pocket and procures another yellow pill. (Are these anti anxiety meds?) He steps back and throws the pill down his throat. He takes a deep breath and you gently swipe a tissue over his cheeks. 

“Th-th-thank you. I k-k-kept up the act a bit longer than p-p-planned.” 

“Well you did a fantastic job!” Your turn to plant a kiss on him though you have to half-jump to reach. The smile it brings from him is so adorable you can actually feel your eyes dilate. “How can a demon be so adorable…” you definitely didn't mean to say that out loud but there it came, out with your breath. Before you could process anything from that blunder you’re in Al’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, as his forehead sits against yours blue bangs tickling your temples.

“I’m a-d-d-dorable huh?” He laughs and twirls you around. (Holy cow, he is strong!) “We should head out, my sunshine.” His voice purrs that new nickname and you melt into an embrace as he lets you slide down his frame to be standing on the floor. You look at him and giggle, both of you have the goofiest looks on your faces. His smile grows suddenly “Oh! and don't think I missed you mentioning having a recording studio. This I must see!”

“Well then let's go. I seem to remember you mentioning some blueberry pancakes.” 

“Th-that I did!” 

You lead him out to your car and cringe at the state of it. Random books, games, and antiques you had planned to restore. “Sorry, I wasn't planning on hosting a guest… I promise my place is clean.” You hear the door and see Al plop into the passenger seat with bright eyes turning over an old radio in his hands. (He likes radios? His voice did sound like one at first.) You hop in and start up the car before acknowledging his interest. 

“I rescued that beauty from an old thrift store. Poor thing needs some TLC. Sadly when I got it Boss decided to add work hours with my promotion, so it got stuck in limbo…” 

“TLC?” 

“Oh, it stands for Tender, Love, and Care. I restore antique things I like. If you like that you are going to love the ones in my studio.”

“You’re perfect.” Now it was his turn to accidently slip a thought out with his breath. You both chuckle and the remainder of the car ride goes by in a wave of blushes, glances, giggles. You finally reach your little cottage and Al follows you inside, still clutching the radio. You do a little spin in the living room of your small abode. 

“Here we are! I gave up having a typical bedroom so I could bring my studio to life….” You say glancing at the haphazardly made futon around the corner. “...but this is what you wanted to see!” You throw a door open and let the back lights illuminate the perfect merriment of restored and new recording technology creating an impressive switchboard. Bookcases filled with restored radios, cameras, and phones. Al’s eyes are wide and with a flash of green light he returns to the blue deer figure you met hiding under a table. You lean against the switchboard and flick a switch bringing the tape reels and record player to life. 

“So did you know I liked radio, or is that also your thing? Judging from your reaction I'd say you have a thing for broadcasting too.”

“Y-y-yes my sunshine, I am known as The….” He summons a blue cane with a microphone atop it and twirls it with a flourish and finishes it with a bow. “The Radio Demon.”

“Well Mr. Radio Demon, can I assume you dance?” You flick a switch and the room fills with your favorite electro swing mix. 

Al tightens his grip on the microphone, then it disappears as he offers his hand to you. You accept and are immediately pulled into the best dance of your life. (Not that you had many other dances under your belt, and definitely the only one who could actually dance to your music.) All timid nature is gone as Al spins you around, leading you in perfect time to the music, and even lifts you above his head. 

You’re nose to nose as the song ends, both of you breathing heavily, and in the same heartbeat, his hand is behind your head and your fingers are gripping his collar while your lips explore his. (How do our lips fit so perfectly together…?) You sigh into the feeling and he mewls in response gently flicking his tongue against your lower lip. You allow access and he gently moans at the feeling of the deeper kiss. He is holding onto you so tight, like you would run away if he let go. You let your hands explore his hair, confirming your suspicions of his ears being sensitive as he melts onto his knees at the first light touch. He breaks away the kiss and looks slightly sad for a moment as he gently unzippers your dress. You laugh remembering that for some reason you chose blue undergarments that day. (I guess that was fate.) His eyes glow as he admires this little surprise. Quickly fumbling with the buttons on his coat, starting to shake again. 

“No-no-no, I need to be in control for this…. First t-t-time, I don't want to scare you off.”

He goes to grab another yellow pill and you catch his hand gently.

“What if I don't want you in control?” You look him in the eyes. 

“P-p-please, I want to b-b-be.” 

The look he gives you tells you how important it is to him so you let him down the pill and help undo his buttons while he takes a deep breath. You make it through all the buttons (Three layers is a lot of fucking buttons.), and pull his upper vestments off. As you touch his chest you're surprised to feel soft fur, as pale as his skin. You run your fingers through it letting out a deep contented sigh.  He closes his eyes and leans into your touch. Grabbing your wrist, he begins planting small kisses along your arm until he reaches your lips again where he dives back in. His kisses are desperate and sloppy, gently suckling your lip as he backs off just long enough for a breath. He begins rutting his hips and soft moans escape him each time he makes contact against you. His sounds alone send a surge of warm arousal straight to your core, only to be combated by the tingle of his clothed erection hitting your clit, making it your turn to moan. 

You gently push him up as you fuss with his belt and pants, letting them drop revealing more soft almost white fur and the slightly darker toned skin surrounding his cock. (Oh shit is that going to fit…?) 

“I p-p-promise to be gentle.” (Ok can he read my mind? I am starting to wonder now.) 

He kisses you again with a bright red flush on his pale cheeks. You feel him position himself and slide his tip up along your slit, moaning at how slick you are. (Holy shit, I've never been this turned on by anyone before.)

“Y-y-ou really want me?” He breathes the question in between kisses. All you can do is nod, so kiss drunk at this point that you knew he could get anything out of you he wanted. (I guess I gave him everything already though huh…?) You feel pressure at your entrance as he gently begins pushing in. You whimper at the sensation. (Fuck it's been way to long, and he is so big!) You hiss in a breath and his kisses become lighter as he coos reassurance between each one. Running a hand through your hair, he murmurs, “It’s okay,” and, “I got you,” followed by, “Hold on to me.”

When he says that, you let your hands fall to his arms and squeeze, digging your nails into biceps. He groans in pleasure as his pelvis presses flush against you. (Was that from my nails or him bottoming out?) His breath becomes deep and animalistic with tiny sounds of pleasure escaping as he gently pulls back.

“I'll mold you to me.” His voice is still soft, but there's a spice to it, and you feel static dance on your skin. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and you loosen your grip on his arms to entangle your fingers in his hair as he carefully pushes all the way back inside. Your eyes go wide as he hits a spot you never experienced before. (Now I understand the whole seeing stars thing.) 

“Al,” his name tumbles from you as he picks up his pace.

A soft yet guttural moan escapes him with every thrust, contrasting your uncontrollable squeaks as he hits that spot over and over, never letting you get a full scream of pleasure out before he is hitting it again. Your eyes go wide as he places his forehead against yours. You’re so close and as he looks into your eyes you realize so is he. 

“Cum with me, my sunshine.” He purrs, locking your lips together again as your mind goes blank with pleasure. Every muscle in your body pulses almost in time with his. You can feel, as he slows his motions, the warmth left behind from his own orgasm, with no way to tell what of the mess now coating your thighs is from him and what was from you. 

Before you even recover, he dips his head down between your legs.  He begins licking up the mess running down your swollen pussy. This elicits a gasp from you and an animalistic moan from him as he greedily takes in all the juices he can get to, going so far as to use his finger to get more from inside your overly sensitive hole. 

Your brain and body come down from their high enough for you to form a few thoughts. (I just fucked a literal demon…. That's new…. I am totally fucked.) You can’t help but giggle at your own ideas. Your movement breaks Al from his dessert between your legs. He wipes his mouth quickly as he pulls you up into an embrace, both of you kneeling on the floor in the middle of your studio. “Are you o-o-k?” He asks then. “D-d-did I hurt you?”

You snuggle into the soft fur of his chest. “No Al, not at all.” You feel him relax and hold you closer to him. (Drowning in soft fur isn't a bad way to go right?) 

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur of kisses, cuddles, and conversation. His cute little stutter comes and goes as he talks. You spend hours talking to Al about radios, music, your broadcasts, books… you've never been able to speak this easily with someone. Eventually everyone gets bored or annoyed, but not Al; he is fully engaged and just as excited as you. The more excited he is, the less he stutters. He even shares some first-hand things about some of your restored items you could have never discovered on your own. Eventually (Way too late for a work night.), you fall asleep on his heavenly soft chest. 

[columbiastapshoes]

headcanons part 3‼️‼️ crazy‼️

hey guys it’s me the person with the regular posting schedule and normal amount of thoughts about this movie! woo hoo! this one is a bit shorter, my sk8 hyperfixation has been completely taking over my brain LMAO but without further ado here u go!

-columbia has a stuffed animal that she is extremely emotionally bonded to. i’d like to think it’s a rabbit with big floppy ears and it’s made out of that kind of rough towel-like texture ykwim?? but anyways she’s had it since she was little and it’s so dirty and has no stuffing in its neck anymore but she refuses to fix or clean it and just carries it around everywhere

-magenta fucking loves earth candy. homegirl is trying to keep up the “i hate this planet it has no redeeming qualities” act but as soon as someone walks into the room with gummy bears she goes absolutely feral

-frank is scared of cats. yes, i know he has the mannerisms of a cat and that is why it’s funnier to me that when he sees a cat he will just leave the room. but also he’s not like an “AAAAAAHHHH A CAAAT THATS SO SCAARRRYYY” person like he’s trying to be subtle about it and won’t admit to being scared but it doesn’t fool anyone

-brad LOVES 50s love songs and also jazz of all kinds. stole this bit from a fanfic but his nickname for frank is sinatra :3 but anyways he’s always playing an ella fitzgerald or doris day vinyl and humming along to the melody while he reads or does other stuff

-frank either wakes up at 5 am or 2 pm. no in between.

-is columbia a dancer? yes. does she use those skills when she’s just dancing to music by herself? absolutely not. she bounces to the beat like a toddler. i love her.

-frank again :3 that bitch absolutely has pierced ears, belly button, and tongue. the movie isn’t canon and i know what i’m talking about <3

-magenta is goth most of the time but when it gets really hot and she cannot survive in all black she gives up and goes whimsigoth with purples and dusty pinks and browns <3

-rip columbia u would have loved electro swing

-ever wondered how riff got that hunch in his back? i have the answer! when he and magenta were little he tried to cut her hair while she was sleeping and she judo flipped him and it just never healed properly

-i could have sworn i posted this one before but i can’t find it? so im just gonna say it now- after the movie events (in my brain no one dies and brad and janet unofficially move in let me have this) janet is trying so hard to be supportive of everybody and im picturing her and magenta as that customwoodburning clip that’s like “are you a les-bin?” “yes ma’am i am” “AWESOME‼️‼️‼️ 🔥🔥🔥”

-magenta is a witch and has an altar in her room, the first time brad went in there he accidentally bumped into it and was scared that the spirits were gonna be mad and kill him and magenta was jokingly like “yeah. ur dead” and he was like “oh no D:” and she had to clarify it was a joke

-frank reads erotic novels at the dinner table and comments on them out loud 🫶

-columbias favorite animal is a jellyfish. i have no reasoning but nell campbell indirectly talked to me and i have been hyperfixated on this movie for over 2 years so u can trust me on this one

[arcane-knowledge-archives]

Genshin Impact Kami Scaramouche Alternate Universe

Or GIKSAU for short A short world building post of what it would look like if The Balladeer won

Right so let's talk about Scaramouche. As much as we adore him being Wanderer I feel as though we brush past his godhood far too quickly, I am here to correct that error with an AU.

What if he won? What would he do?

This blog will basically be my interpretation on what could happen, however there are plenty of other timelines that I may briefly mention.

He wouldn't enjoy endless power for long, the Tsaritsa still wants the Archon's Gnosis for whatever reason, and I highly doubt she'd just let him have it. His grace period lasts for a few days at most. He will be in a constant state of anxiety when the Fatui inevitably make their move to take his Gnosis back. On the surface, the Fatui have total control over Sumeru, but underneath that mist of deception is a tense stand-off between Scaramouche and an army. Both sides awaiting for the other's first move.

A fight between Harbingers will come eventually.

Scaramouche needs to plan carefully. Dottore made him, and he can take him apart just as easily.

As much as Scaramouche would adore waging war against the Electro Archon, he must focus on the war currently knocking down his door.

Dwelling on that could take years off of my lifespan so let's move onto something ever so slightly less tense.

As intense as the Fatui can be, it's expected that the people are affected too. Sumeru, known for its colourful culture has taken a bleak turn. The colours are darker, the air crackles with something suffocating, and it's already beginning to become dystopian. Even the forests have gotten darker.

The only "safe" place is the desert. Plenty of people have fled to Aaru Village to escape the wrath of the Fatui. Rations are slimmer, entitlement is at an all time high, and the village is overpopulating.

So many still held out hope for Lesser Lord Kusanali, but that hope was swiftly stomped out during her public execution.

The Sages cannot even celebrate their victory. After discovering their plans to manipulate Scaramouche, the god decided to make an example out of Azar. Not one of the Sages will step a foot out of line now.

The culture would not change overnight, but Inazuman inspired themes would begin popping up in everyday fashion, architecture and cuisine. The mixture of two separate cultures aren't always smooth, but Scaramouche's underlings find a way to make it work.

The city would expand, aristocrats from Snezhnaya finding their new vacation home, or some moving permanently. The higher class would take over the city in no time, and the remaining Sumeru residents must adapt if they wish to stay. Dori has certainly been having a lovely time engaging with more people with her acquired tastes.

The arts have not completely died, but it is more or less preserved for the higher class. Scaramouche could care less, this is more of the doing of the people, it's considered a great honour if he shows up for a performance. Zubayr Theatre has been completely renovated, it's one of the only places without an Inazuman touch to it. Nilou fought tooth and nail to keep it that way.

Nilou is still praised for her stunning performances, but it's always spoken in a condescending manner. Very similar to how obnoxious tourists speak to the residents. The theatre seats are always full, the only reason being so that the aristocrats can claim to be cultured. Poor Nilou being used as an object for someone to brag about. Her passion for dancing has nearly been drained from her, the only time she's happy is when she's dancing with the children of Aaru village.

Don't think I've forgotten about Haypasia. In honour of her being Scaramouche's first follower, she has been appointed as the High Priestess of Sumeru. Her sermons are passionately insane, speaking of sacrificing their mind to their god, purging their own human emotions. Only the extremists seem to appear to the temple regularly.

Soon a new face will arrive some time after, when Scaramouche has asserted his dominance over the nation. You will witness first hand of the unspoken truths of the city.

[x-heesy]

𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗗𝝠𝗥𝗞𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝝝𝗨𝗦

𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝝝𝗨 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝗜 𝝠𝗠 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 🎧💃🏽🕺🏼🪩🚀💥

𝝠 𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝠 𝗗𝝠𝗬 𝗞𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝝠 𝗗𝝝𝗖𝗧𝝝𝗥 𝝠𝗪𝝠𝗬

𝗚𝝝𝝝𝗦𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗦 / 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝝠𝗧𝗜𝝝𝗡𝝠𝗟 𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦 /𝗜𝗡𝗧𝝝𝗠𝗬𝗦𝝝𝗨𝗟 / 𝗘𝝠𝗥𝗚𝝠𝗦𝗠 / 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗭𝗭 𝗜𝗭 𝝠 𝗚𝗜𝗙 𝝠𝗧𝗧𝝠𝗖𝗞 / 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗚𝗦𝝠𝗡𝗗𝗦𝝝𝗖𝗞𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗛𝝝𝗟𝗘𝗦 / 𝗣𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗦𝝠𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗗𝗘𝝠𝗗 / 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗬 𝝠𝗦𝗦 / 𝗚 𝝝 𝗗 𝗜 𝗦 𝝠 𝗗 𝗝 / ΓЯДCҜФFΓHΞDДУ / 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧 𝟰 𝗣𝗛𝗨𝗡 / 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝝝𝗨𝗧𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘𝗪𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗧𝝠𝗞𝗘 / 𝗪𝝝𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗜 𝗖𝝝𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗥𝗬 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝝠 𝗖𝝝𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗡 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 🎧 / 𝗟𝝝𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝝝 / 𝗧𝗛𝝠𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗟𝝝𝗥𝗗 𝟰 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 / 𝗜𝗠𝗙𝗥𝗘𝝠𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗧𝝝𝗗𝝠𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝝝𝗨𝗧 / 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝝠𝗦𝗦𝗠𝝠𝗦𝗦𝝠𝗖𝗥𝗘 / 𝗦𝗛𝝠𝗞𝗘𝗪𝗛𝝠𝗧𝗬𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗠𝝠𝗚𝝠𝗩𝗘𝗬𝝠 /𝗗𝗥𝝝𝗣𝗕𝗘𝝠𝗧𝗦𝗡𝝝𝗧𝗕𝝝𝗠𝗕𝗦 / 𝗥𝝝̈𝗛𝗥𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗖𝗛 / 𝗜’𝗠 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝝝

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Are you ready for my kiss

I am the fever

1000 volts in your mouth

I'm over

I am the board, I am the desire

I am winner,

I am the here, I am the must

Sing my songs

Wer bin ich?

I am a statement, I'm the World

I am everything you heard

I'm a rumor, I'm new

I am the emperor of joy

I am the rave, I am the night

I'm the Darkness and the High

I am a dream, I am a lie

I'm the Glitz, I am the Light

Are you ready for my kiss

I am the fever

1000 volts in your mouth

I'm over

I am the board, I am the desire

I am winner,

I am the here, I am the must

Sing my songs

Who am I?

I'm shattered glass on the ground,

shimmering like stars in the sky

I am here, I am loud

I'm the spark in your eye

I am the club, I am the dirt

I am dangerous, I want to hurt

I am essential, all you need

I'm alive, I'm bitter sweet

Wer bin ich?

Wer bin ich?

Wer bin ich?

Wer bin ich?

Are you ready for my kiss

I am the fever

I'm like the beat in your chest

I'm over

I am the delusion, I am the escape

Do you recognize me?

I am the strength, I am the addiction

Sing my songs

Wer bin ich?

Are you ready for my kiss

I am the fever

I am the night, I am the art

I'm over

I am the gold in your bank

Kneel before me,

I'm like the ax in your hand

Sing my songs

Wer bin ich?

𝗧𝗥𝝠𝗖𝗞 𝝝𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝝠𝗬: Who Am I by Dina Summer, Kalipo, Local Suicide 🕺🏼

[sambuuck]

beta submas team headcanons

@enhancedpartytime 's latest find in the debug mines got me cooking beta submas thoughts. there is a bug where every battle subway pokémon appeared as the pokémon prior to it in the dex

the first thought was that the boys had not fully evolved pokemon on the team. which is a cool idea! eviolite + a bulky second evolution mon like klang or eelektrik can give you some good bulky pivots or setup sweepers

the second thought was that not every pokemon on the boys' ingame teams has a pre-evolution like this. emmet's durant is a single evo pokemon, and if afflicted with the bug it would become heatmor. in bw2 emmet also battles with a timburr, which under the bug would become audino.

and with the prior bug that kept giving them scolipede/togekiss/krookodile when only chandelure was coded... well, you've got the beginning of a team.

team building time! 🔨

(disclaimer: i am not a competitive pokemon battler and i have no idea if these are viable sets, i'm out here having fun. movesets and abilities are from all gens and are based on what smogon tells me is possible. feel free to recommend your own movesets!)

Emmet's team

i designed this team around beta emmet being quite a laidback older brother. he has the confidence that everything will turn out his way in the end, so why worry? why rush things? his team is designed around trick room and switching, and his pokemon all run on the slower side. chillax, dude...

audino is emmet's special little girl, and he loves fussing over her, and consequently she's a little spoiled. audino is his trick room setter and status spreader, and her massive special defence and wish/regenerator keeps her coming back into battle when you really, really just want the battle to end

emmet's ace, temperament similar to luisa from encanto. krookodile is one of two powerhouses in the team. swords dance lets her dance on front of her opponents, and high horsepower over earthquake keeps her teammates safe in doubles, although if emmet borrows ingo's togekiss she may run eq instead for more oomph. when the battle gets tight and audino is down, krookodile can also fling the iron ball to become a potent threat outside of trick room.

(edit: did this entry used to have electro ball? yes! did i forget that trick room does not affect the power of electro ball? also yes! it got replaced with thunderbolt 😂)

bulky pivot eelektrik is a problem solver and a counterpart to audino. (these two are besties!) thunderbolt deals good damage while giga drain keeps it healthy. light screen is useful for support, before eelektrik volt switches* into someone else

*(u-turn would perhaps be more viable here, but i wanted to respect g!emmets ballsy choice of an eelektross with three electric moves and gastro acid.)

heatmor is emmet's cramky old man and his other sweeper, and the mixed attacking style punches holes in their opponents' sides, either as a lead or as a late stage sweeper. heatmor is very definitely a glass cannon and has a specific goal of doing as much damage as possible before being taken out.

Ingo's team

i headcanon beta ingo as being a bit of an anxious bean. where emmet is laidback because of his confidence, ingo gets his confidence from being well-prepared and having plan a, b and c all lined up and ready to go. his team is designed around setup sweepers, pokemon that need some time to get going but can easily run away with the battle if not kept in check. while emmet's team is flexible and uses switches to gain momentum, ingo's is designed to stay put, set up and sweep.

ingo's ace, also known (by emmet) as Worlds Most Annoying Bird. temperament of an orange cat. togekiss' serene grace flinches and burns from air slash and flamethrower are a battler's worst nightmare, and with roost and its natural bulk togekiss will happily sit on any pokemon, nasty plot up, then flinch them to death.

(when battling emmet, ingo is also known to use a variant where roost and nasty plot are replaced with rest and snore. there is nothing funnier than watching his brother struggle to take down the blimp, only for the bird to not only rest it's hp back, but also start blasting his pokemon with a 60% flinch rate on serene grace boosted snores)

very demure, very calm mindful, bit of a bitch for the meme. chandelure sets up calm mind on pokemon on the switch and punches holes through teams not well prepared. burning jealousy over flamethrower for vibes and to catch other setup sweepers on the fly, shadow ball's spd drops make her all the more powerful, while energy ball checks water and ground types that might try to stop her sweep.

they're just a cheerful little guy! eviolite klang is bulky enough to get a few shift gears in before picking off threats with gear grind and return. volt switch lets then pivot out if the battle goes south.

speed boost scolipede is an excitable critter that likes to go fast and climb up the walls. protect lets it get at least one speed boost off, before it starts ripping through teams with life orb boosted poison jabs, aqua tail and earthquakes. no hp recovery here, given time scolipede is going to be much faster than whatever's hitting it, and when played late she can pick off weakened opponents to cinch the win.

[32bitterra]

Do you have any hcs for older Crystal ( and Clem? ) ik you only have a design for Crystal but I’m curious to hear your hcs abt what they get up to when they’re older

I'm glad you asked! Let's see…

(Disclaimer: These are rough ideas and subject to change. I love these characters so I tend to go on and on and on and on. I will put it under a cut so people are not bombarded by great walls of text lol.)

I toy with the idea of Crystal and Clem being camp counselors at Whispering Rock once they get all their problems sorted out. I'm entertained by the idea of Clem taking over Basic Braining (PUNCH PUNCHY PUNCH YAAAY RAZ!!) The adult Clem I have in my mind looks like a sports coach, and I think his version of Basic Braining would take place in a stadium with various sporting events. Basic Braining but instead of Coach Oleander yelling at you to move your ass, it's Clem being overwhelmingly supportive, "YEAH YOU CAN DO IT! NEVER GIVE UP!"

Now it's time for my girl, Crystal. She sometimes pops in Clem's Basic Braining, but she has her own levitation class (maybe overdone? lol) like Milla's Dance Party. Except instead of 70s disco, it's 80s electro-synth-whatever-the-proper-name-is pop. As for specifics on how it would look or be like, I am still thinking about it. I based my older Crystal's outfit on 80s fitness instructors. She's still very bubbly and optimistic, even more so since now dark emotions don't cloud her mind and weigh her heart. I just want the best for them (her and Clem), so I want them to get better.

I'm still thinking about HOW they get to the recovery point. I cannot explain currently due to my ideas being too vague. I don't want it to sound like the therapy fairy waves her wand and fixes 'em better because it takes effort and a willingness to WANT to get better (for Clem especially because he's so jaded and devoid of hope.) I have faith in Clem for him to change and realize he hasn't always had Crystal's best interests in mind. He does care about her, but he's so entangled in his own negativity. It causes a rough strain on their friendship, but they do reconcile as young adults.

They are not dating as adults, but I do entertain the idea of them trying dating for a very short (and I mean SHORT, like less than a week) time. It's weird and awkward for them, so they prefer just being best friends. They get a ton of people always asking "ARE YOU TWO DATING??" No, they're just besties. I don't really do shipping so I don't ship them with anyone, even as hypothetical adults. I don't know about friends they'd have aside from each other (because I have only thought about hypothetical older versions for a small handful of campers.) Clem basically cuts all contact from his parents (good for him) and Crystal does her best to distance herself from her mother.

For making it all the way to the end, you can have this:

They're like 18-22 or something.

[minniethemoocherda]

Iridescent: Chapter 29

A/N: Happy Earthspark Season 3 release! I haven't caught up yet but I am so excited to see Prowl!! Hope we get Jazz too! Also yes those are the lyrics to Iridescent by Linkin Park, which is the song I named this fic after lol! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

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"Do you feel cold and lost in desperation? You build up hope, but failure's all you've known Remember all the sadness and frustration And let it go Let it go"

Jazz sung along to the strum of the last cord, his voice coming to a crescendo with the chants of the crowds.

It had been a long time since he'd headlined a proper performance. And the rec-room might not have been as exclusive as The Iacon Indies, but it was no less popular.

With Elita-One's crew having finally arrived, the room was literally bursting at the seams. Bots crowded as close as they could to the tables that they'd pushed together for a makeshift stage. Each of them eager to experience Jazz's music.

For once Jazz didn't have to fake the smile on his face as he soaked up the adoration.

"That's all for tonight folks!" Jazz cried. "But don't worry, my boy Blaster will be banging tunes for the rest of the night!"

There was a short sigh, before Blaster blasted out the up beat beats of his turn tables and suddenly everyone was cheering again.

Jazz slung his aghartan electro-bass over his shoulder as he jumped down from the stage. Bots closed in from all around, eager to sing his praise or flash their headlights. But this was far from the first time Jazz had to escape his fans. Syncing the black and white of his body in with the shades of colour around him, he easily disappeared into the crowd.

He made it to the drinks table, avoiding the punch that the twins had clearly spiked and grabbed an untampered cube of high grade.

Speaking of the twins, Jazz spied the pair dancing with the birthday bot himself.

Upon request, for Bumblebee's sparkday present, Jazz had furnished him a battle mask. It was made of black steal, the seams seared together with strips of yellow neon that evoked the veins of the wings of the organic creature he was named after. It was some of Jazz's best work, if he did say so himself. Practical yet stylish, if the appreciate glances that the new bots from the MacCadam's base, aimed Bumblebee's way were any indication.

Jazz wondered if Bumblebee would become a man tonight in more ways than one. Most of the bots on board the Ark had watched Bumblebee grow up. They would be disgusted at the idea of getting it on with Bee. And if any of them did think about it then Jazz would make sure that after a night a too much partying their bodies would never be found. But most of the MacCadam's crew hadn't. And Bumblebee was a full grown bot now. As much as Jazz still saw him as the speck of a sparkling that they'd found all those years ago.

Pushing those thoughts away, Jazz wrapped an arm around Bumblebee's shoulders.

"Hey big bot! Here's your first taste of high grade!" Jazz said, thrusting the cube he'd grabbed earlier into the young bots hands.

Bumblebee suddenly became very interested in said cube, avoiding Jazz's gaze whilst Sideswipe burst out laughing and Sunstreaker smacked his twin upside the head.

Jazz rolled his eyes. It wasn't as if he hadn't suspected as much. Besides it was a little late to get mad at under aged drinking at this point.

Not long later Bluestreak finally arrived at the party, her grey skin adorned with swirls of a familiar golden paint. Jazz left Sideswipe and Bumblebee to tease Sunstreaker on his slack-jawed reaction.

Jazz weaved between the crowd, guiding mechs towards the dance floor or bumping into those bots who were a bit too shy to make the first to step towards their partners, making them take a step closer.

Behind the turntables he spotted Devcon, drink in hand, chatting up a very receptive Blaster. Mirage as expected was hiding in in the corner, only this time he was actually visible as he and Hound performed a dance far too sophisticated for Blaster's club remix. Ironhide and Chromia were making out in the middle of the dance floor. Optimus and Elita stood side by side on the side-lines, pretending that the reason they were stood so close was too be heard over the madness. Jazz even spied Red Alert, earphones over their audials and Inferno's arms around their waist as they swayed to the beat.

But Jazz still couldn't see the bot he was looking for. Then the blast doors opened.