#dance central mo

[suchscary]

spider-swag and spider-glitch..

a crossover that caters to exactly two people (one of which is me)

I don't like this doodle, but I have to include it too

[tinstarbby]

Mo and Glitch

Cuz why not, they be sillay

[sillystanleystuff]

First doodles of 2025, but they slowly get more cursed:

Close ups ↓

+ references:

[goodtimesmobile]

[ Official Blog Archive] Dance Central Sketchbook: Meet Mo & Emilia

Welcome to the first post in a new Sketchbook series dedicated to Dance Central. HMXcj and Thrasher sat down with Matt Perlot, aka “Perly,” the lead character artist on Dance Central to learn more about the diverse cast of characters in game. Harmonix's Senior Writer HMXHellion also joined us and gave some added insight into the colorful personalities of your favorite Dance Central cast mates. Kicking off this series of posts are Mo and Emilia, the first, fully fleshed out characters built for Dance Central.

Over the course of Dance Central’s development, Mo and Emilia were the two characters who remained truest to their original concept and designs. (Some characters, as you’ll learn later in this series, went through multiple incarnations). You've already met Mo and Emilia in game but here you’ll get to know a bit more about their backstory, their original concepts, and the various factors that influenced the way you see and interact with them in the world of Dance Central.

About Perly

Matt "Perly" Perlot graduated from Massachusetts College of Art & Design in 2004 with a BFA in illustration/animation. He just celebrated five years working at Harmonix, having started as a concept artist designing characters for Guitar Hero II. He says his best ideas come to him while on the subway.

Perly on Character Concepts in Dance Central

When we started production on Dance Central, I had some general guidelines to adhere to in terms of character development. First that we would need a cast of eight selectable dancers [four guys, four girls], each with a secondary unlockable outfit. Second, we would move away from the many restrictions associated with character creators in favor of “one-off” character designs. This would allow us to put a greater focus on character personality and style. On the technical end of things, the implementation of normal map blending and extreme elements of secondary animation make the characters more believable, and their clothing movement more dynamic during the choreographed dance routines.

Knowing that we wanted our characters to represent a wide range of archetypes and dance genres, we obviously did a solid amount of research [given our deeply rooted “rock” heritage at Harmonix] related to various dance scenes and clothing trends. However, outside of the real life dance world, a big influence on early character development and, to a degree, the venue design structure was versus-style fighting games. Our "fighters" are the dancers, but instead of cracking skulls, the DC crew are busy cut’n rugs (well, Emilia might still find a skull to crack once in awhile). The fighting game paradigm is something that everyone on the development team got pretty psyched about as it mirrors the competitive nature and intensity of dance. Players who have sunk some time into Dance Central may notice subtler levels of detail in the characters, including facial animation, voice work, and a few hints of their back stories.

Mo & Emilia character profiles

Mo: Promoter, B-Boy, Prankster Extraordinaire

Mo was the very first character that Perly and the character team created for Dance Central. His style is influenced by West Coast B-Boy aesthetics, and his colorful in-game ensembles match his colorful attitude. As far as a character archetype goes, Mo is the “promoter” or “messenger” of the DC crew – you see him tagging and flyering for the competition in Dance Central’s opening cinematic. He knows the ins-and-outs of the entire scene in the Dance Central universe, but he’s also, as his voice overs ingame indicate, a prankster.

Perly describes Mo as one of the characters he saw clearly from the get-go. “I’d always wanted a hoodie in-game. I love the silhouette that a hoodie creates – I have concepts through the years of trying to put hoodies on characters in our games” Perly noted, as we looked through early concepts drawings for Mo. “The decision to obscure his face was controversial at first…It gave him a quirkiness that made him feel real.”

As far as the relationships with other characters in the game go, Mo both stands apart and holds the DC cast together. He’s not especially part of one clique, but he is the guy who knows everyone in the cast and what they’re all about. Other characters in-game, like Emilia, have clearly defined rivalries.

Emilia: Sporty,Brash, and Bad Ass

Name: Emilia Hobbies: Boxing, volleyball, competitive dance Interests: Going to parties, playing pranks (especially on stuck-up redheaded know-it-alls), bonfires on the beach… just having fun and living life to the fullest! Favorite Movie: Psycho Mutant Cheerleader Rampage XVII Misdemeanor Arrests: Two. So what? Blood Type: A+, obviously! Always gotta be on top!

As evidenced by Emilia’s player snapshot above, she has an established rivalry with Aubrey, one of Dance Central’s other leading ladies. We talked to Perly about some of the influences behind Emilia’s look, style, and overall aesthetic.

Emilia’s look was inspired by some of what Perly observed at a local gym. “About two years ago I started kickboxing with some guys at work. Emilia very much springs from the look of the 'all-around athletic girls' that we’d meet at that gym.”

Perly elaborated that Emilia is meant to be “naturally pretty” and her overall character and personality are built to challenge conventionally male sportiness while still being naturally feminine. “Emilia’s not really a tomboy in the typical sense, (although she’s not as done up as some of the other female characters), she’s just this really cool, all around athlete.” The hand wraps that Emilia sports in one of her in-game ensembles are reminiscent of the attire that Perly would see at the local gym. She’s also more muscular than some of the other women characters in game, but sets the standard for the average height of the female characters. Her Dance Central rival and foil character is the ultra-girly Aubrey, who wears more make up and has a taller, thinner, build than Emilia.

Like Mo, Emilia was a prototype character in the earliest versions of Dance Central. Perly tells us, “We built her in house first and she was sort of the template for some of the new tech we wanted to include, like wrinkle-blending (how the clothes lay on the character).” For those of us at Harmonix playtesting the game, Emilia was the first full character that we were able to interact and learn to dance with.

Want to learn more about the rest of the Dance Central cast? Keep posted for more character snapshots and sketchbook pieces!

Original source: Created on Thu 03 Feb 2011 by Harmonix in Dance Central

Harmonix Blog: Dance Central Sketchbook: Meet Mo & Emilia

[ramblingmoumouse]

I gotta know what’s people’s favorite DC crew ?

In order :

D-Coy 💛 - Lu$h Crew 💙 - Hi-Def 🩵 - Flash 4wrd 💚 - Riptide ❤️ - Glitterati 💜 - Murder of Crows 🖤

Personally my faves always been D-Coy and Riptide >-<!! But Flash 4Wrds 90s fits are soooo good omg

[taco-enthusiastt]

I hate what they did to Mo in dance central vr

[jerirose]

It took 3 weeks and 36+ hours, but it's finished 😭 Astarion Ancunin & Neil Newbon © Jeri Rose | Ko-Fi | Commissions - OPEN

[Imagine Description] A black and white (with an red tint) digital realism portrait painting of two men. On the right hand-side, Neil Newbon, an actor with short brown hair slicked back, dark eyes and a slim nose. He is facing off screen at a 45 degree angle, with his chin slightly raised, the viewer is looking up at him. Neil is wearing a black open cardigan with a simple white, unbuttoned shirt underneath, with a single slim chain that hangs at his chest. Neil's right ear is pierced and a small dagger earring pierces it. His face and neck have red scratches and grazes on them; the left side of his forehead, his right eyebrow and cheek, the bridge of his nose, two small grazes on each side of his lips, upper right and lower left, along with a graze on the left side of his next and right side of his upper chest near his collarbone and his white shirt and small splatters of red on it. On the left hand-side of the image, Astarion Ancunin, a Baldur's Gate 3 character, that is voiced and acted / mo-capped by Neil Newbon. Astarion faces left at a 45 degree angle and is in a similar pose as Neil, his chin is raised and you, the viewer are looking up at him. Astarion has white and wavy hair, with curls that goes to the mid of his neck. He wears Elven Chainmail armour with intricate leaf details up the chest, the center, a larger leaf like metal plate; it's leather collar pointed upwards. What little parts of the shoulder braces can be seen are metal folds, almost curled at their tips with pointed edges, as delicate as the central plate on the upper chest. Astarion's face is aged, his eyes dark, but lighter than Neil's, his nose a little scrunched up at the bridge, his lips down turned slightly, as if he is unamused. Astarion's pointed elf year, shown on the right wears three piercings, an upper cartilage piercing, where a ring sits, an upper lobe with a small round stud and under that, a replica dagger to match Neil's. Both Astarion's armour and face are covered with pre-battle blood splatter, adding much more red to his face than Neils. Behind them a two tonal red background, the center panel a dark, deep red, with a lighter red underneath (this lighter red is not present in the two solo images that follow underneath). In the center of the image, nested behind and between Astarion and Neil is the ritual carving that Astarion has carved into his back, a gift, from his old Master. This symbol is in a bright, piercing red, unlike the darker reds that dance around the image. Blood splatters scatter the backgrounds, contrasting light and dark on either tones. The second and third image in this set are of Astarion and Neil's sperate portraits and the fourth image in this set is the same as the first image, minus the blood on Neil and Astarion.

[inyrscreen]

cosplays i BETTER see at dashcon 2 (that aren’t explicitly related to tumblr fandom culture) -

1. other dance central characters (glitch, mo, emilia, etc.)

2. sal (sally face)

3. fnaf animatronics

4. fran bow

5. max or chloe (life is strange)

6. daria

7. cece or rocky (shake it up)

8. snooki (jersey shore)

9. nano (girl from nowhere)

10. raven (that’s so raven)

11. veronica (veronica mars)

12. mable or dipper (gravity falls)

13. shego (kim possible)

14. 2D (gorillaz)

15. lady gaga (!!!!!)

16. serena (mtv downtown)

[strange-little-spy]

Chapter Ten – December 24th, 1940

Chapter warnings: domestic pals ~ Fluff ~ BASEBALL ~ plot is finally moving forward

Word count: 1519 words

“James!!” Addie ducked as she felt the cold smack of a snowball fly into her face, the snow falling into her collar, making her squeal. “James Buchanan Barnes, I am going to murder you!”

“Shout it to the world!!” Bucky laughed, ducking behind the frozen fountain in Central Park. It seemed as if everyone and their brother was outside playing in the snow. It was the first time in years that Christmas Eve was a sunny and clear day, granted the lack of the clouds made it stupid cold, but Addie didn’t care. Besides, she was running hot due to the serum and the vengeful wrath that bubbled in her as she balled the snow into a tightly packed weapon.

“Hey-“ Bucky made a face, his face breaking into a playful smile as Addie taunted him, dancing back and forth and she tried to outmaneuver him behind the fountain.

“You mess with the bull, you’re going get the horns, Buck.” She teased darkly, her arm winding back.

“But you’re a nice bull!” He tried to flatter, a laugh in his words as he seemed to snicker at his own joke.

“Oh, it is ON, Barnes!”

Bucky grinned and ducked before making a run for it, but Addie was too quick, her snowball pelting him smack on the back of the head, the snow exploding through his hair as he fell to the ground. If it was an official sport, it would have been the slow-mo of the century.

Addie shouted victoriously, raising her hands in the air as another group of teenagers cheered a few yards away.

“HaHA!” She laughed, jogging over to Bucky who was shaking his head and propped up on his elbow.  “Looks like the king of Brooklyn just got his crown popped off.”

“What an arm, doll!” Bucky stood up, still grinning. “Lemme see that again.”

“You want me to smack you upside the head with another snowball??”

“No, no, I mean I wanna see how far you can throw.”

“Oh!” Addie bent over and made another ball, eyeing down the row of trees for a good distance. “Well, how far do you think I can throw?”

“Hooo,” Bucky rubbed the back of his head. “Uh, I can throw around 70 feet so I’ll give you 60.”

“Sixty.” Addie nodded, packing the ball again. Eyeing the distance, she guessed it to be around ninety feet. “Run on down there so I don’t kill anyone, will you?”

“Sure.” He gave her a nudge on her arm and started jogging through the snow toward the target area.

He let out a shrill whistle when he was ready, waving his arm through the sparse crowd.

Addie tossed the ball between her hands twice and reeled back her arm before throwing the snowball over the heads of the crowd.

By now they had gathered a crowd, and with the snowball sailing through the air and OVER Bucky’s head by a solid length and exploding into a tree, knocking the snow off the bark.

“Holy cow!” Bucky turned back and looked to Addie who was staring, awestruck at her actions. “Brooklyn Dodgers here we come!”

“Man, that’s a canon you got there!” One of the boys from the group said as they gathered around her. “How’d you do that??”

“I-“ She certainly couldn’t reveal her secret, per se. HYDRA was a terrible organization and she wasn’t about to advocate for it. “I guess I’m just really good!”

“Whooee!” Bucky came up to her, elbowing his way through the others and offering a high-five. “I swear, if Durocher doesn’t sign you up, the man’s a first-class idiot.”

“You know I can’t play for the Dodgers!” Addie objected, shoving her hands into her coat pockets. “I’m a girl!”

“So? You could play left field!” Another offered,

“I outa teach you to bat.” Bucky nodded, gaining a few comments from the others. Addie knew she was blushing, surrounded by nothing but guys was strange, especially when one of them was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“Nah, I’d rather be chucking grenades at German’s than playing left field.” She shook her head, her mane of hair fluffing.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky winked.

“Wait- you’re dating Bucky??” One of the boys pointed to the future Winter Soldier.

“No, we’re just really close friends. I’m Steve’s girl.” She smiled sweetly.

“What?” The other scoffed. “Steve? Puleeze, that beanstalk? A gal like you can do better than Rogers.”

Addie didn’t let him finish, as the back of her hand raked across the boy’s cheek, a red mark left behind.

Bucky grabbed her arms before she could do anymore damage, but she knew he was fuming as well.

“Got anymore smart remarks?” She demanded, relenting to Bucky’s grasp.

“N-no..” The boy shook his head, the others retreating.

“I wouldn’t antagonize her.” Bucky rumbled, the sparkle in his eyes gone.

“Guys, let-lets go check on the others.” The youngest one said, tugging on the one who spoke’s arm.

“Yeah, yeah.” They retreated entirely, leaving Bucky and Addie alone.

“Dirty idiots.” She spat as Bucky let her go. “I almost wish you hadn’t stopped me.”

“Trust me, doll, I’ve had one too many trips to the jail to know better.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “We should go home.”

“Agreed.” She sighed, kicking at the lump of snow built up next to her.

As they passed by the window’s of the shop as the sun reached just below the tops of the skyscapers, Addie smiled when she saw the displays. She’d only seen black-and-white pictures of them but now she was really living in the times, she could truly understand what she was missing in a way.

“Aw, they’re so cute!” She pointed to the teddy bears propped into a parade, all dressed up like soldiers. “That one looks like you.”

“What?” Bucky shook his head, peering closer at the one she pointed out. “Please, Adds, this little fella is too handsome. I don’t even compare.”

“My gosh, Bucky. I never took you for modest.” She teased, knowing full well she was about to get a smart remark.

He straightened up and looked at her with that ‘sling back, locked and loaded smart remark incoming’ look. “Oh then you don’t know the true me. I spend hours each morning pruning each and every hair on my head making sure it is perfectly to my liking.” He even topped it off with the nail brush and inspection. “How’s that for modest?”

“I know when I’m beaten.” She raised her hands as they started walking again. “Though I think you missed a spot.”

“Its not my fault that you pelted my poor head with a snowball.”

“Oh, wait, yes it is. I seem to remember snow falling down my collar and freezing me?”

“Oh dear, was that me?”

Addie snorted a laugh when they reached the apartment building.

“Excuse me,” An older man stepped forward before they started up the stairs. “May I ask if you are the young lady that threw that snowball this afternoon at Central Park?”

Addie looked him up and down, feeling Bucky’s hand wrap around her wrist. “Is it important?”

“In a way, yes.”

“Then I suppose so. What’s it to you, can I ask?”

“I am Major Kellings, miss. Infantry branch. I’ve been asked that I contact you and your friend here about a matter that could change the U.S.’s current relationship with the Axis powers.”

“Oh, snap, are they going to use me for Captain America??”She forced herself to keep cool and looked to Bucky who was quite confused.

“Well, that depends. Am I allowed to have more details or is this need-to-know only?”

“Some of is, some of it I can tell you.”

“It can’t wait till tomorrow?” Bucky stepped in.

“I have my orders to make contact as soon as possible.” Kellings informed.

“Its okay, Bucky. I think I might know whats going on.” She turned to the Major. “I’ll come but I want to be able to turn down whatever your people offer me.”

“Of course, miss.” Kellings nodded, clasping his hands behind his back. “Commander Ridenger is more than willing to make a deal.”

“Will you tell Steve?” Addie looked up to Bucky who was frowning at her.

“Are you nuts? I’m going with you!”

“I don’t know how long this will take, Buck. He might freak out if we’re gone too long.”

Bucky frowned again and sighed. “Alright, but you be careful, please.”

“I will,” She smiled. “Alright, Major.”

“I have a car around the corner, miss. It’s a short drive over to headquarters.”

“Okay.” She nodded and followed him to where a long car was waiting, already running. She had yet to have the privilege of riding in these cars, thus she felt a surge of excitement as the major opened the door for her.

She thanked him and slid over the seat, its cover was made of cloth and was warm compared to outside. She wondered how well it handled on the snowy roads.

The driver shifted it into drive before everything froze and vanished.

thank you for reading 🥰✌️

Dividers by @strangergraphics

prompt by @the-superoriginal

written by yours truly, all relation to actual people are purely coincidental

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[secondarysefikura]

Okay, this isn't my normal posting (it's not even about FF even slightly) but this has been pissing me off for months now and I NEED to rant.

So in Dance Central VR, every character gets a story arc that really fleshes them out as a person. And I genuinely like the lessons that most characters learn. Hart realizing that she does have a place at the club? Super wholesome, especially with the context that she is trans and her storyline is about being accepted for who she is! Ms. Aubrey learning to make genuine connections and being less dependent on social media? Also super good, it's a fitting lesson for her to learn and it makes her a more dynamic character. Emelia learning to let go of the past and forgive Aubrey for being mean to her in middle school? Also super good, plus it adds a bunch of great lore to connect characters together. Mo's lesson about being himself? GOOD, because I kinda hated his characterization at the beginning of VR (which was disappointing cause I liked him in 1-3). Even Dr.Tan, the VILLAIN, has a good arc where he learns to accept Oblio for being gay liking freestyle dance and he basically apologizes for hurting Oblio.

But then there is Oblio's story arc. They could have done so much good stuff with him, because he has had some crazy stuff happen to him. He could have learned to connect with others better and strengthen his friendships while still being his self. He could have worked through the trauma of being kidnapped and brainwashed for months, including enslaving potentially the entire planet while under mind control. He could have learned to set boundaries with Dr. Tan, which would have made for a good story about toxic family dynamics and the importance of keeping yourself safe from these harmful family members. But what was his lesson?

His lesson was that he has to accept his father for who he is and that it was wrong for him to wish his father wasn't evil. And I don't dislike Oblio's story being about his relationship with Dr. Tan, it makes a lot of sense! But I really hate that he is just expected to accept Tan for who he is and not be angry with him. YOU SHOULD BE ANGRY OBLIO!!! HE KIDNAPPED AND ENSLAVED YOU!!! DID YOU SEE YOUR PIXEL ART AT THE END OF DC3? YOU LOOKED EXHUASTED AND LIKE YOU HAD JUST EXPERIECED A TRAMATIC ORDEAL. BECAUSE YOU HAD! YOU SPENT MONTHS OR EVEN YEARS IN THE FUTURE (WHO KNOWS HOW LONG IT WAS BEFORE THE PLAYER SHOWED UP, CONSIDERING TAN HAD ENOUGH TIME TO ENSLAVE THE PLANET!!! THAT IS NOT AN OVERNIGHT OPPERATION!) WHERE YOUR BASIC HUMAN NEED OF BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF WAS TAKEN FROM YOU.

Oblio deserved better. Also they really should have expanded on his unexplained super speed in DC1, even just in passing. Personally I like to think that since his mother was a professor of evil sciences, she experimented on him as a child. It's why his hair is blue/purple, and why he talks about power flowing through him.

[ameliajackson1958]

Chapter 1: First Class Free

*Amber's POV*

Queens, New York, 1981

While strolling through the bustling streets of New York City, I felt a bit bored and thirsty, so I decided to explore a different street and enjoy an Iced Mocha Latte at the Central Perk Coffeehouse, a charming café themed after the popular television show "Friends". I walked in and ordered my usual Iced Mocha Latte before heading to the door. But as soon as I walked out, an unusually cool breeze hit and made me pause when I felt something hit my foot. I looked down and saw a small red card next to my Vans. Picking it up, I felt the smooth material against my fingers and read the words "First Class Free" with an address and a phone number next to it. I looked around before putting it inside my purse.

First class free? I mean, It's free, and why the fuck not, am I right?

*An Hour Earlier*

My Math class, way too long as always, ends with a loud ring from the bell. But as expected, our teacher objects and puts his hand up.

"I dismiss you! Not the bell." Mr. Grose said while pointing his wrinkly finger at us.

Sometimes wish I had a better-looking and less grumpy teacher. I mean no offense to Mr. Grose, but it would be nice to have a young, tall, and dreamy teacher, Someone who you'd actually pay attention to if they talk because of how hot they are? I'm a senior in High School and I still haven't had a hot teacher. Which, of course, is never going to happen. But one can dream, right?

"Alright, you can go now. Remember to study pages 345 and 346. Have a good day and don't use your phone too much." Mr. Grose said loudly, making 99% of the class roll their eyes at the same time.

I walked out of the class into the packed hallways filled with moody teenagers of all kinds. There are the skinny wannabe-perfect girls who think they have to be beautiful to accomplish something in life, the tomboy girls who wear sweatpants daily, the athletes, nerds, normal people, and then there's me. A weird mix of pretty much everything I just told you. While I do participate in cheerleading at my high school, I suppose I could fall under the athlete category. However, my involvement only stems from my enjoyment of gymnastics and dance; I even have my own private dance studio at home. I'm nice to everyone, and I love making people have a good time, but I keep my circle small.

Or maybe that's all bullshit and we're all the same, just with a perfect cover to survive the world. Maybe we don't have to categorize people by what they seem like on the outside, maybe not categorize them at all. Maybe, just maybe, get to know someone before you judge them.

Overall, I guess I fall into the "normal" category; let's see, my name is Amber Schneider. I was born in Munich, Germany, and so was my mo,m, but interestingly, my Dad was born in Moscow, Russia. Which makes me a mixed 5'5 feet tall, an almost 19-year-old blonde with a maybe somewhat fit body. I'd like to think my body looks ok, but I'm no beauty queen. Most of the time, I'm super self-conscious about everything that involves my body. My skin has a very fair and light tone. To this day, l complain about not being given a tanner look since I feel like I look like a ghost when it comes to my skin color. Seriously, being light-complected brought questions and speculation, leaving many to wonder if I ever get out in the sun. However, I'm German, and most Germans are fair-complected; you can say it's in my genes. I have soft blue eyes and Plump lips slightly covered with light pink lip tint. And finally, as a cheerleader at my high school, I proudly wear our school's black and gold uniform.

Too bad my school's colors weren't red, or else I would be totally rocking the fuck out of this cheerleader uniform.

Yes, my favorite color is red.

Here in New York, people really don't know how to use the term "normal". You'll see people of all colors, shapes, and sizes. Black, white, Hispanics, Asians, South Asians, Native Americans, you name it. People from countries you didn't even know existed. Skinny, thick, ghetto, classy, and all types of humans there could be, but the good thing about this place is that we all don't care about that, and we are all used to living in the same habitat. NY is the capital of the world, and I love it. I couldn't imagine living in a place where all the people are exactly the exact same. A total nightmare.

Now, Queens is just a little piece of New York, but one that has a lot of flavor. I live on the "rich side," as some call it. But that was only because after my dad left, my mom was bound to give me the best life. I think she spoils me as an apology for my dad leaving. Even though it was 100% not her fault.

Originally, my family resided in Munich, Germany, until our home was destroyed by a flood-induced landslide. Due to the significant cost of repairs, we relocated to Queens, New York, seeking improved opportunities. However, our initial experience here also presented challenges, which included living in the projects.

Living in the projects of Queens was a whole new experience compared to living in Germany. I remember seeing the preteens riding their rusty bikes that were passed on by their big brothers. Waking up at 2 AM to the loudest Bunch of neighbors you could ever find, and the best of all, seeing little beautiful children of all different nationalities and cultures playing together. I'm proud to say that the hood is at least 50% of who I am today however, I'm not complaining about the privilege of having a pool in my backyard, though.

Honestly, I sometimes miss my home in Germany, where everything felt magical as if you were stepping into a fairytale. Germany reminded me so much of Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, and Neverland. The fairytale-like houses, the architecture, the cobblestone streets, and even the charming little shops all held a unique magic of their own.

Moscow, Russia, where my father was from, had almost the same sort of vibe. I clearly remember when my father took my mother and me on a family vacation there so he could visit his family. At first, being in Russia felt weird since I really didn't know anybody there. I guess you could say that I felt like a stranger in Moscow at first, but after noticing the similarities between Russia and Germany, I felt more comfortable, particularly after seeing the fairytale-like onion domes of Moscow.

I always grew up listening to my dad talk about his childhood in Moscow, which helped me never forget where I came from and that I should be proud of my nationality, no matter what others might say. It was probably one of the best memories I had of my Dad. However, those once-happy memories turned dark once my Dad left the picture, a difficult chapter in my life that I prefer not to revisit.

When I get closer to where my locker is, a wide smile starts to play on my lips as I see my two best friends in the whole wide world. Roxanne is a charming young woman from East Brooklyn, standing at 5'5 with brown hair, fair skin, and a radiant smile. And then there's Robert, but we call him Robbie or Rob for short. He is a 5'8" young African American man with light brown skin, curly brown hair styled into somewhat of an afro, and a distinctive, charming smile. To me, Robby always resembles Chad Danforth from the High School Musical trilogy. The only difference between Robby and Chad is that Robby is gay, which you can hardly tell by outward appearance until you really get to know the guy and hear the way he talks on a day-to-day basis. The fact that Robby was gay never bothered me or Roxanne one bit. We always saw him as one of us and treated him like we would any friend.

Roxanne and Robby have been such wonderful friends to me since I moved to Queens; they were the only ones who made me feel truly welcome and always provided me with unwavering support. Our friendship means the world to me, and I cherish spending time with them. I guess you could say it was because they never judged me for being from another country, and they never made fun of my German accent or called me a Nazi, for that matter, like most people do in this shithole they call a school. Robby and Roxanne are basically the only people I mostly hang out with, and when I say "Mostly,' I mean always.

"Hey girl, that Math class was boring as fuck; Mr. Grose voice was so flat that I almost fell asleep on his ass," Roxanne said as she walk up to me carrying her books close to her chest.

"Tell me about it, I was so bored in class that I started daydreaming about this extremely hot man who became my Sex instructor, weird huh? Like, how would I daydream about something like that when I'm a virgin and have no sexual experience whatsoever?" I said

"Oh Girl, this I gotta hear, tell me more about this hot guy you're seeing in your daydream?" Roxanne asked, intrigued, like any nosy friend would be.

"So, this hot guy, right? Appeared to be African American with caramel-toned skin, dark, curly hair tied back, and captivating chocolate brown eyes. God, he was absolutely perfect and so fucking hot not to mention those amazing chocolate brown eyes, geez, my heart melted everytime I gazed into them." I replied, letting out a soft sigh as I remembered how beautiful my daydream was.

"Mmm, girl, he sounds dreamy. What was he wearing?" Roxanne asked.

"Umm, oh yeah, He was dressed in red satin and black leather with all these shiny buckles on it. He looked bad and tough in his attire; however, his personality was quite the opposite. He was sweet, polite, and very respectful towards me." I described it to my friend.

"Wow! He sounds like a sexy motherfucker with class and charm but a little bad boy side to him as well. Damn girl! I got to know what went down in your daydream and spill all the details?" Roxanne asked excitedly.

There was a lot of kissing and dirty talk, but the rest of the stuff he was doing to me was all very new, so I couldn't begin to fathom what everything was called But all I know, we were definitely having sex, and not just sex, like he fucked me to blissful oblivion sex.

"Shit, well that sucks, I wanna to hear about all the sexy stuff he did to you," Roxanne whined pouting with irritation.

"Well, sorry, I'm not sexually experienced enough to know all that shit, Roxanne." I retorted.

"It's fine, girl, I guess I'm going to have to live with the fact that my bestie is always gonna be a virgin," Roxanne said with a smirk, making me gasp her name in shock.

"Relax, I'm just joking, girl." Roxanne laughed.

I was getting ready to say something back to Roxanne, just opening my mouth slightly to speak, but before I could even get one syllable out, Robbie, excitedly, rushed up to me.

"What's Gucci girl?" Robbie asked cheerfully during our fifteen-second handshake, ending with a fist bump and a what-up hand gesture. Don't ask, but we made it our best friend thing ever since our freshman year.

"Not much, homeboy. What's going on with you? You seem pretty stoked about something," I remarked, noticing Robbie wasn't his usual chill self. Instead, Robbie looked as if he was about to burst with excitement and pure joy.

"That's because I am excited about something," Robbie replied, making both Roxanne and me giggle when he danced around us like a total loon.

"C'mon, Robbie, spill it!" Roxanne and I both yelled impatiently at the same time, just dying to know what got our Friend so worked up about.

"Well, there’s this new guy at school, and they say that his abs are harder than Mr. Grose's life." Robbie gushed, making all three of us burst out in laughter.

"Damn, you did Mr. Grose dirty, Rob." Roxanne joked, almost choking on her laugh.

"Oh, did I forget to mention he's gay too? Wow, I think I'm in love," Robbie said, his voice high-pitched and squeaky as his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Robby, that's amazing. Are you going to ask him out?" I asked, clearly happy for my gay friend.

"Maybe," Robby said, sounding unsure of himself.

"I say go for it, Rob," Roxanne encouraged bluntly.

"I dunno, you really think I should? But, what if he rejects me just because I'm gay and then makes fun of me for it? I know he's gay too, but that doesn't mean it won't happen." Rob asked us both with a worried tone.

"Aw, Robbie," I said gently, placing a consoling hand on his back, before continuing.

"If he does reject you or even make just one hurtful comment towards you, Roxanne and I will be there to back you up 100%, brotha." I giggled, offering words of encouragement.

"Yeah, if he does end up making fun of ya for it, then he's no good for ya," Roxanne added, in her distinctive Brooklyn accent, while loudly chewing her gum.

Afterward, Roxanne blew a small bubble with her gum, which I playfully popped, causing her to throw up her hands questioningly, giving me that "What the hell you do that for? Or what gives?" Look.

"What? Sorry, Roxanne, but I just couldn't resist." I laughed, and so did Rob.

"Very funny, you two. Next time, I'll burst both your bubbles." Roxanne teasingly retorted.

"I like to see her try," Robbie murmured, and we both cracked up.

"I heard that Robbie," Roxanne replied, making us laugh even harder.

Following a brief pause in the busy bustling hallway, Roxanne quickly dialed her combination lock, opened her locker, and placed her books inside while I continued my conversation with Robbie.

"So, anyway Robbie, if that ends up happening, just remember that we're still you're friends and we love you regardless." I encouraged with hopes of boosting my friend's confidence.

"Yeah Robbie, to us you're Normal," Roxanne added

"Yeah, right, like being gay is Normal," Robbie replied, doubtful and disheartened.

"You're gay, so what? It just means that your sexual orientation is different, but other than that, you're just like any average high schooler here. So what I'm trying to say is that, being gay, shouldn't make you feel any less Normal, ya see where I'm getting at here?" Roxanne said, making sure Robbie understood, for her Brooklyn accent was even more prominent as she tried to emphasize her point.

Robbie nodded, a smile slowly spreading across his face. Roxanne and I exchanged smiles, feeling proud that we had helped boost our friend's confidence and make him feel accepted, because to us, he truly belonged regardless of his sexaul orientation.

Thanks, girls, see? This is why you're both my best friends. You make me feel so accepted and loved. Robbie said, wrapping his arms around Roxanne and me and pulling us into a friendly group hug.

"You guys ready to go home because I know I am," Roxanne asked us, closing her locker.

"Yeah I want to leave this boring ass school as soon as possible," Robbie replied agreeing with Roxanne.

"Me too. Mr. Grose has been watching us for like five minutes, and it's starting to creep me out." I added as I glanced over at Mr. Grose, who was totally staring at me from across the hallway like a creep. Stalker vibes much, buddy.

I know Mr. Grose is a teacher and all, but there's just something about him that makes me feel uneasy. I'm not sure if it's because his behavior gives off stalker vibes or if it's simply because he singles me out in class, almost like how a teacher might act when they disapprove of a particular student, you know?

After ditching our lockers, the three of us decided it was time to bounce and stepped into the bustling hallway aligned with lockers, a few teachers, and a ton of students here and there. As we walked down the hallway, Roxanne, Robbie, and I chatted, shared jokes, and laughed together until we froze after hearing blissful moans coming from the girls' bathroom. Ironically, we all turned our heads at the same time toward the girls' bathroom and giggled amongst ourselves since we knew exactly who it was. Rayn and Angela. The horniest couple in school. They always had sex whenever and wherever they pleased. Some people didn't care, and other people just wanted to kill them for it. But whether people cared or not, they still did it.

Roxanne, Robbie, and I stood outside the bathroom laughing until a loud bang came from the door opening. We all froze watching Rayn and Angela smile breathlessly at each other. Enjoy the show? I'm sure you'll need the visuals to learn how to actually do it.'' Rayn growled at me with a nasty horny grin on his face while Angela just giggled her dumb ass off behind him. They walked away, leaving me with strawberry-blushed cheeks and two goofs dying of laughter behind me.

"Stop, you two; It's not funny; it's disgusting!" I whispered loudly, looking back at Robby and Roxanne, who were covering their mouths to prevent their laughs from further escaping.

"Yeah, I bet he does lots of jerking if you know what I mean. Oh, wait, Amber, you're a virgin, I don't think you know what jerking means yet." Roxanne spoke between her teeth, trying not to explode from laughter in the middle of the hallway.

Oh no, she didn't.

"First of all, it's not my fault that you two perverts already lost your virginity. Ok, Shame on you, Roxanne, for making fun of it because you know I haven't found the right guy yet. And you know what? I bet Angela does all the jerking on him!" I retorted, rolling my eyes which made Robby and Roxanne laugh as we exited the school building together.

While we walked home, Robby and Roxanne were arguing about what was worse: math or science. But while they were into this super irrelevant topic, I was lost deep in my thoughts. Acknowledging how my friends will go home to both of their parents. I mean, at least I got one, but my Mom is rarely home. And being an only child isn't all sunshine and rainbows. She's a doctor, so she's at work more than anywhere else. My dad left us when I was fifteen years old. Why? You might ask. He cheated on my mom with a younger version of her. I know, fucked up. He said there was no spark left between him and Mom, but he still loved her, so he got a girl who had an uncanny resemblance to my mom, just younger.

That woman scarred me for life. But that's a story for another day, for just the plain thought of her made the hairs at the back of my neck rise.

Don't get me wrong, I will always love my dad, but I'm proud to say that I didn't shed a tear the day he left. He doesn't deserve it. My mom was strong which made me strong. And I honestly can't complain much about the lifestyle I have now. Not to brag or anything, but like I said before, we live pretty well. Thanks to my hard-working, beautiful mom.

"Watcha thinking about Amber?" shouted Robby snapping his fingers in my face to get my attention.

"I was just thinking about how my life is so perfectly fucked." I sighed slowly and formed a sarcastic smile on my lips.

"Woah, first of all, your life isn't fucked. Second of all, if your life was fucked, the last thing you'd want to do is think about it, and third, ok, I don't have a third, but you get the point!" Robby insisted with a look of affection and determination in his eyes.

"Thanks, and yes I shouldn't be thinking about it. It's the same shitty topic anyway." I agreed and looked down at the wet leaves on the ground.

"And plus, you've just become the captain of the cheer squad? That includes me in it? That takes a lot of strength and power, girl, so your life is not fucked. Robby said giving me the best pep talk he could muster.

"That's right, You're a Fucking goddess, A sexy cheerleader, and a damn good dancing queen all wrapped into one," Roxanne said boldly with a proud, and cheerful tone in her voice, making me laugh.

"Thanks, guys." I smiled and tried to erase any sign of a bad thought in my mind.

We kept walking and sharing details of our day before we said our goodbyes. Robby and Roxanne went to the left and I took the opposite direction.

I still had fifteen minutes of walking to get to my house. I always take the same route, but this time, I was bored and thirsty, so I decided to take a different street and grab a coffee from the Central Perk Coffeehouse. This establishment is a recreation of the Central Perk set from the television series "Friends," not the original set; nevertheless, it remains my preferred location for coffee, even if it is merely a "Friends"-themed café. I stop her almost every day to get a coffee. I guess you could say that I drink a lot of coffee, but in my opinion, coffee is essential to my daily functioning. It is, quite literally, my drug, as I am unable to function without it. As I kept walking in this direction, my surroundings got cleaner and cleaner. A sign that I have reached the classy neighborhood. There is not a speck of dust anywhere on the sidewalks, and the sky suddenly looks clearer.

I kept taking in the serene atmosphere before stepping into the central Perk coffeehouse and getting myself a latte. But as I walked in, I was suddenly hit with a particular fancy scent in the air, almost like a very expensive men's cologne, a type of cologne that would grab any woman's attention for it was just something about its aroma that drew you in, almost somewhat inviting. However, I disregarded it, as I assumed it was from someone who had just left when I walked in. Plus, my neighborhood is quite classy, so many rich men may wear a similar type of cologne.

While inside, I ordered my latte, and as soon as I walked out, a cool breeze suddenly caressed my skin, followed by a faint skidding sound, as if a piece of paper was blowing in the wind, before I suddenly felt something hit my foot. I glanced down and noticed a tiny red business card tucked under my red Vans.

"What the fuck is this?" I cursed to myself before picking it up to take a look at it. On the card, it read:

First Class Free

*Phone Number*

*Address*

"First class free? Free is always good; wait, a class for what, though? Surely I can't be stupid enough to do this can I?" I asked myself.

It was quite a coincidence to have something come across like this since lately, I have been searching for a source of distraction to take my mind off things. Maybe this was a way of the universe telling me I should go for it; however, I still wanted to know what the free class was before I did anything stupid, like always.

Maybe the free class was pottery, or maybe Korean, since I do have an unhealthy obsession with watching K-dramas lately. What about painting? Cooking? Mmm, fuck it. Might as well check it out. The card looks pretty and professional. I guess I'll call tomorrow to check it out. Was this safe? Shit, why not? Hopefully, the teacher's good." All these things kept racing around in my mind until I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a car's engine rev loudly. I looked up to see a black Ferrari Testarossa Convertible cruising down the street; however, what caught my attention the most was the person driving the car.

The driver was a strikingly handsome man, possessing chiseled features, a caramel complexion, and curly jet-black hair. He donned a stylish red and black military-style jacket, one that seemed fit for royalty, perhaps even a prince or king. He also wore black gloves, dark sunglasses, and a dazzling rhinestone brooch pinned to the front of his jacket, which glittered in the sunlight. Everything about him, from his fine looking car to his fancy ass clothes, suggested significant wealth.

While his car passed in front of me, he tipped his dark sunglasses down, almost as if he was checking me out as he drove by. However, when our eyes met, it felt as if time stood still, and the world around us faded away. That is, until he gave me a sly smirk, adjusted his dark sunglasses, and sped off in his stylish black car.

"Show off much," I muttered to myself as I watched him speed away, quickly vanishing from sight.

Unbelievable! Did he really just do that to me? It certainly seemed intentional since he looked directly at me. Nah, I'm just kidding myself. No man in his right mind would attempt to gain my attention? I'm still a virgin, for crying out loud, which says a lot, anyway, I'm just going to pretend like that didn't just happen. Maybe if I call this number tomorrow and get myself a new hobby, my mind wouldn't be making up so much bullshit.

I let out a heavy sigh, brushing everything that happened off as I slipped the red business card into my small purse.

"Tomorrow's a whole new day Amber. You got this." I muttered to myself, enjoying a sip of my latte before strolling home.

[olderthannetfic]

Escapade Dance Party 2023 Writeup 3/3

Second Half

Jaskier has no more fucks to give by Gondolin AMV

Obviously, having just shown the other Witcher, I had to open with the more familiar one.

Vids under 2 minutes also aren't actually danceable no matter the tempo, so this makes a good upbeat intro to a section.

Grandmaster of Troublemaking (The Untamed) by NKZephyr Edits

I love the enthusiasm and goofiness of this vid.

Goncharov (1973) | Read the description! by Etoile

Come on, we had to have Goncharov!

TBH, there were other vids, but basically none of them were danceable.

【HIStory3-圈套】On a daily by Nerjaveika

Trapped's moment seems to have passed, but the combination of great use of text and this fun song made this one a perfect fit.

Ego | AMV | Mo dao zu shi & Heaven Official's Blessing (CC Lyrics) by Nitisha Donghua Productions

I was more looking for Heaven Official's Blessing alone, but most of the options I was finding weren't really danceable. I love this song and was looking for a vid to it anyway.

trouble in my head | lan jue & zhang ping | a league of nobleman by Victoria

I have no clue what this is. I probably found it in the sidebar while searching something else, but it's such a pretty vid.

История Бай Ци (AU, Bai Qi/Shen Zui) by Kemriko

What is this? Who knows. I liked it, and it was m/m, so people got to watch it.

BTS Jhope • Gasolina• |FMV|• by kookie taex

In a concession to how many people the previous song would inevitably chase from the dance floor, I wanted to follow it with something much more booty-shaking. I fucking love Gasolina and am always looking for more vids to it. Tragically, a lot of English-speaking vidding fandom has No Taste and does not vid this kind of music.

Yes, this is a vertical vid of J-Hope dancing to Daddy Yankee. No regrets!

Мания Хирото by Fausthaus

Ah, my favorite source of vids: Russian fandom combats. Are they on AO3? Yes. Have English speakers gone anywhere near their vast stores of battshit content? No, absolutely not.

No one at the con, including me, knows anything about this fandom. Too bad. The music is great, and I wanted to dance to it.

Отступники by fandom Vampires of Central Russia 2021

This is another fandom I spotted in the fandom combats. The vid is shorter than I'd normally show, but I wanted to showcase this interesting vampire fandom that I didn't think most people at Escapade had heard of yet.

Sex and Violence by bironic

Another one breaking my rules. Nandermo was a must-have for a vampire-themed year, but mockumentaries are shot like ass on purpose, and that makes them hard to vid, so my options were limited. Bironic's always a sure thing, if not exactly obscure to an Escapade audience.

Sadly, the embed seems to be dead at the moment.

Sex Drive by Franzeska

Yes, I will always play my own vids when I need to fill a hole in a playlist.

Night Watch was such a passion of mine for a while and the source of my ill-fated attempt to learn Russian. I always meant to go back and add text to this vid to echo the weird subtitles they did for the movie, but I never got around to it. Oh well.

【盾冬衍生】no body no crime 黑暗爽文利刃出鞘兰森/我们一直住在城堡里表哥 by 蜜桃奶霉包

Batshit AUs are my favorite. When I found this, I knew I had to inflict it on everyone.

The Hunger - Say Yes To Heaven by themaybatatter

I had a long list of vampire fandoms, most of which I never did find a vid for, but The Hunger was at the absolute top of my list. After scouring the internet, this was the only arguably danceable vid I could come up with and one of the few in general. What the hell, internet? What the hell?!

“你不了解你的妻子，我吻过她” by 没饭呲了

This would be a lot more danceable if it weren't quite so plastered with show audio… but too bad. As usual, sufficiently horny femslash gets an automatic pass. Everyone swayed vaguely on the edges of the dance floor staring, so I still consider it a success.

【巍澜】这可是极限拉扯的鼻祖！！！ by 甜飞惹

Guardian is another fandom where I'm spoiled for choice, but the Chinese vidders do like to include an awful lot of dialogue. This vid stood out for great dance party music and no audio clips.

Morpheus & Hob | The Night We Met by WolfPhoenixWriter

A lot of people were into Sandman this year. I liked this vid for making me feel a lot of feelings despite never having seen the show and barely remembering the comic.

It's a bit slow dance for Escapade, but I loved the emotion in the song too much to not include it.

Boyfriend | FMV | Yan Wei X Xu YouYi by Nitisha Donghua Productions

I guess this was my horny femslash year.

Lee Soo Hyuk - Gwi (Scholar Who Walks the Night) Savage by Serendipity

What's this? Dunno, but it's got a vampire and this great song.

The Monster by frayadjacent

This one was pure self-indulgence on my part. It was made for a con by a vidder everybody knows, but the vidder felt it required too many content warnings and didn't send it in the end. I, however, reserve the end of the dance party to show more content warnings-heavy things if I feel like it. I despise how fandom has turned into a "compromise" where anything that reaches into my soul is never on the table while pabulum always is. Fuck that. I am the arbiter of what's normal.

This vid lit me up in places I'd forgotten.

Ahs Hotel :| Tear you Apart by xxxxxx

This song was used in the show and there are a billion vids to it, but this one is far better than the others aside from how it just cuts off.

AHS isn't a fandom most at the con are in, but I just had to include its vampire season.

A Shot for the Pain by Franzeska

I honestly did go looking for other Penny Dreadful vids. Sadly, the selection was not impressive, and most of it was not to anything danceable, let alone goth club-appropriate music.

【拔杯|暗黑慎入】你是我奇怪的瘾症 by 两只阿夏跑不快

I've seen a lot of Hannibal vids. Almost all of them are gross. Few are as interestingly edited as this one.

Twilight Zone by hmmyeahokay

Okay, this one is a massive blast from the past. Do people outside of Highlander fandom even remember this bad 2001 movie?

I loved the song, and I appreciated that there was a black lead. That and vampires trump the fact that it's a het vid (ish).

Supernatural ►Cry Little Sister by Gwen

I scoured Youtube for vids to this song. I thought this was a particularly interesting take out of the extensive genre of horror set to Cry Little Sister. (No, seriously, it's a genre.)

【荣耀向我俯首｜kinnporsche】没长出恋爱脑前的少爷们怎么能错过这首BGM by 旧城与笙Zz

Kinnporsche hit big this year. I wanted a really fantastic vid that people hadn't seen. I love that this one is by a Chinese vidder (probably) to a French song.

Sadly no longer online, probably for being of a horny BL series and posted on a Chinese site

Kingdom come by fandom ATEEZ 2022

Okay, ATEEZ isn't a big fandom at the con, but this vid is some sort of kink AU, and I'm always weak for that. It's also to a Taylor song everybody loves.

Last of the Real Ones by colls

I cheated again and included a well-known vidder, but do you know how hard it is to find stormpilot vids? Kylux has like eight billion genius animatics and fan art vids. Finnpoe? Bupkis!

I don't know if people still care about this part of Star Wars, but all of the Bandom trash immediately rushed the dance floor when the song started playing.

louis & lestat | take my breath away (interview with the vampire) by ScribbledDreaming

I have ended with this song before, with finnpoe in fact, so that's a little in-joke for myself.

What better way to end the vampire party than the new IWTV and the most over-the-top vid I could find?

[shy2004]

I'm still posting stuff here, so I'll be making more art.

Now I wanna tell ya something interesting. I used to grow up with this cute crossover headcanon about glitch from the game dance central and vanellope from Disney's wreck it ralph, being like siblings and then later hiro from big hero 6. Since those are characters I liked growing up.

First, I wanted to share my reasons for the first two characters. Vanellope is a video game character who is known for being a "glitch," and the same goes for glitch from dance central 2 (Not physical glitch tho) and are friends with people who are older than them mo and ralph of course. Both definitely rock the green / teal colors along with their personalities. If you know these characters, you'll probably know what I mean. I feel like they definitely would be the type to pull pranks and dance together. This was one of my favorite crossover ideas. Growing up, I would only find two fanarts with them, so I might be the first to make this more known.

Second is hiro and vanellope. Obviously, these are characters from the same animation company, Disney, and they do look alike. And him being associated with gummy bears and lollipops while vanellope is candy themed. I have this cool idea if hiro was to make a suit for vanellope. It would be like tracer from overwatch, hehe ^_^

These are characters from very know popular media, so of course, this crossover was bigger than the other. There are more fanart and edit/post of these two everywhere. (Now, of course, there were shipping stuff people made for them... soooo no, I'm not a fan of it... especially the age difference.😬

Both the games and movie they are from are... totally different media... I think think it's kinda hard to explain. Both characters are supposed to be 14 and have something to do with taking place in the future... I guess.

They would be chill with each other, lowkey. I can see glitch trying to bond with hiro being like a brother. Given the fact that hiro had a brother so it could work. I think hiro would be fascinated by the boom box called Boomy. Like he'll ask how it works and glitch would tell him about DCI headquarters and sh*t. And same for glitch being interested in the technology he has.

Tadashi used to wear the hat before he died, and now hiro wears it. I can kinda imagine him sometimes letting glitch borrow it.

1. For those who have seen Big Hero 6. Hiro had an older brother Tadashi (who in the movie died in a fire). The reason I brought this up is because I kinda see him taking on the big brother role in this sibling trio. He is a prodigy technologist. He is the one with the brains.

Anyway, if interested feel free to share your thoughts. 🖤

[theslaviccraft]

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Hello! My name is Ivana I'm a Croat currently living in Canada. I'm 16 years old, I'm a writer trying to kickstart my career on my main blog that's currently inactive @lesiocara, I've been a folklore dancer for 2 years now and I dance with my group across the USA and Canada.

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Dance Of Passion (A Dance Central Story)

Dance Of Passion (A Dance Central Story Series)

Synopsis: This series is an old one from my account on Quotev. It’s been about 2 years since I ever updated the series or even made any corrections to it. But, I decided to bring it over to this blog to hopefully revive the fandom even just a tiny bit and bring some more light to it. Anyways, onto the summary.

Summary: In the heart of Brooklyn, New York, dance is everything. Well, everything to normal people. Y/n, on the other hand, is not normal. Cursed with the ability to see and dispel negative entities on others, she chooses to not interact with anyone that’s not her family. However, when her brother and his group of friends go missing for half a year, she has no choice but to battle her way to the top, reunite with old friends and find out what really happened to her brother.

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No One's pov                Today was a beautiful day to be outside for everyone. Well, not everyone. "Ugh, come on, I swear on everything that I believe in, this level is gonna be the death of me." Said Y/n, frustration in the tone of her voice. "Still stuck on the level?" A young boy shouted from the kitchen.

          "Yep. I’ve been stuck on this level for the last hour and it’s making me want to rage-quit." Y/n replied, annoyance on her face. "Well, how about you take a break? I made your favorite." Said the boy with a big smile on his face."That might be what I need. Thanks, Jason." “No problem, sis.”  And with that end of that conversation, both siblings ate in silence.

            Meanwhile, their older brother was at practice as usual. "Hey, Mo, what time did you say you had to get home? It’s getting pretty late." A teen asked his crew partner. The guy in question, Mo, perked up at the statement and quickly checked his phone. The bright screen flashed the time, 10:50 p.m., and he just knew he wouldn’t make it home in time. "Shit, they’re definitely gonna kill me this time." Mo exclaimed, panic spread across his face. “Yo, I’ll see you at school!” He shouted at his friend, halfway out the door when his friend responded with a quick ‘ok!’.

            He quickly grabbed his stuff, put it in his bag,and sprinted to the train station to go home. After a 30 minute train ride and two mile sprint, Mo had finally reached the door to his house. As if on queue, the door swung open harshly to reveal Y/n and Jason, the former seething with unbridled rage. Mo let off a shaky smile of nervousness, slowly slinking his way to the door. His actions made both of the younger siblings move out of the way so that Mo could enter the house.

            As soon as that door closed behind them, that’s when chaos erupted."Where have you been for the past three hours?!" Yelled Y/n, her eyes narrowing into a glare. "I was at practice like normal." Mo replied, moving to sit on the couch.”Even though your curfew was at 9?! You know you can't just stay out that long, you also have to keep up your good grades. I'm also worried about you and your safety. What if you had gotten robbed or hell, even attacked and we didn't know? This is Brooklyn, after all." Y/n said. "Who would take care of us then?" Jason asked, worried about his older brother. Hearing the break in his younger brother’s voice, it pulled a string in his chest. His eyes moved to his sister and despite the initial anger she had, he could see in her eyes that she had been scared and worried about him.

          He then got up off the couch and leant down in front of his siblings. "Hey, don't give me that look, guys. I'm sorry for being late and I promise I’ll let you know if I’m coming home late next time." Mo said, laughing nervously. This brought small tears to the younger siblings' eyes and they swarmed in a tight hug. Mo hugged them back and kept apologizing until they all fell asleep on the couch.The Next MorningMo's Pov             The next morning rolled around and I was woken up to the delicious smell of blueberry chocolate pancakes coming from the kitchen.'Y/n must be up then.’ I thought to myself, sitting up and letting out a big yawn, stretching my arms out before hopping up off the couch. Walking into the kitchen, I saw Y/n standing in front of the stove in her school uniform. "I know you’re there, Mo." She chimed, not even turning around to see me. "Aww, I wanted to scare you, but you ruined it." I said, pouting. "Well, I can't be scared so easily. Anyways, go wake up Jason and tell him to come eat." She said, putting two pancakes on each plate for all three of us. " Sure.” I replied, going to turn around but stopped. “Hey, are you okay ?" I asked Y/n, a bit curious by the look on her face. She stopped what she was doing and turned around to face me. 

    "What do you mean?" She asked, a strained smile on her face. "Well, you seem quieter than your normal self, so tell me what's going on." I said, crossing my arms. "Nothing is wrong, I'm just tired. That’s all." "Ok. If anything is bothering you, you can tell me." I said, before going upstairs to wake up Jason. Once I reached the top stairs, I saw Jason exiting his room in his uniform. "Hey, man, I was just coming to wake you up. Let's go and eat breakfast." I said, catching Jason's attention. "Huh, oh, sure." He murmured quietly. I was a bit concerned at the response, but I just shrugged it off and followed him down the stairs. When Jason and I reached the end of the stairs, we saw Y/n finishing her breakfast at the table. "Hey guys, hurry up and eat, we have to go to school in twenty minutes and Mo, once you're done eating breakfast, go put your uniform on." Y/n said, finishing the last bite of her meal. Both Jason and I nodded then sat down and started to eat.

            Placing her dishes in the sink, Y/n went to the living room where her school bag was and checked to see if she had everything. As soon as she saw that everything was in order, she zipped up her bag and went back to the kitchen. She then looked at us as if she was rushing for us to finish our breakfast.

            Luckily we were done to the last bite, so we finished rather quickly and washed our plates. I went upstairs to change into my uniform. Once I was done changing, I put on my shoes and went downstairs. "Hurry up, Mo. We're going to be late." Y/n yelled from downstairs

              "Ok, ok. Now I'm ready." I said, finishing the knot on my shoe. We then left the house to see that a car was parked outside the house. "Hey, Mo, come on." Said a boy around Y/n's age. "Sure, see you two at home." I said, kissing Y/n on her forehead and ruffling Jason's hair.

          They didn't like those gestures and pulled away and started walking to school. I gave one last look towards them before getting in the car with the others. " Hey, Mo, who were those guys?" Said the boy from before. "Those were my younger siblings. Let's just go Glitch. " And with that, we pulled out of the driveway and down the street.

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Y/n's pov            After last night, Jason and I had decided to forgive Mo for missing curfew. Though, it didn’t mean that I was happy about it. We began making our way to school after Mo left with his group of friends in their car. The walk to school wasn’t too long and as soon as we reached the gates, Jason and I parted ways. Him, going to his classes, and me, heading to the commons area where I meet up with my own group of friends. We had hung out for a bit, catching up on the latest in our lives before the bell rang for us to get to class. It felt like deja vu - like the first day of school all over again only this time, we’re all saying good-bye to each other. An hour into the school day, the bell rang once more signaling that it was lunch time. 

              Walking around the school building, my phone's notification ring went off alerting me that I had a text. I pulled my phone from my pocket to see that the message was from Mo.   'Meet me in the courtyard in front of school, there's some people I want you to meet. - From Mo'. I quickly replied with 'sure' and headed towards the courtyard.

        Once I was in the courtyard, I scanned the area looking for my brother to see him near the fountain with some people. I started to head over there when I heard my name being called. Looking around for the person calling me, I saw my best friend, Julianna, waving her arms to get my attention. Running towards her, I had forgotten what I was previously doing and Mo had noticed that.Mo's Pov               After I had sent Y/n the text asking her to meet up in the courtyard, I put my phone in my hoodie pocket and waited. As I waited for her to show up, I turned back to the conversation Aubrey and Bodie were having. The conversation lasted for about five minutes when I saw Y/n walking over, more like running since the courtyard is really huge. Though, she went up to someone else before she even saw me. Laughing to myself, I continued to wait until the conversation was over. Though, the conversation didn’t last long before I felt a force knock me forward. However, I didn’t catch my balance in time and fell to the ground.

            “Dammit, Mo, you were supposed to catch me. Not let me fall to the ground.” Y/n groaned in pain. "You okay though?" I asked her,  standing up before checking to see if she had any injuries. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said, brushing herself off and rising to her feet. I then nodded and led her over to the group. "Guys, I want you to meet my sister, Y/n. Y'all saw her this morning." I said to the guys. "Hi, it's nice to meet you all." Y/n said, a smile spread across her face. " Aww, she's so cute, isn't she?" Said Aubrey.

              "Yeah, how old are you?" Asked Emilia, "I'm 17, so I'm just a year or two younger than you guys except the guy with green dye in his hair." Y/n explained. Aubrey and Emilia looked surprised and turned to me for confirmation. I nodded to them. “I could’ve sworn you were younger than that.” “Anyways, This is Emilia, Bodie, Aubrey, Angel, Taye, Lil’ T and Glitch.” I explained, pointing to them as I said their names.  "Why is she so short?" Glitch asked. An irk mark appeared on Y/n's forehead as she started to get angry. "Dude, you shouldn't have said that." I said, going to hold Y/n back before she blew up. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? I'M NOT SHORT, WE'RE TECHNICALLY THE SAME HEIGHT YOU ASSHOLE! LET ME AT HIM, HE DESERVES A GOOD PUNCH IN THE FUCKING DICK!!!!!!!!" Y/n yelled while struggling to get out of my grip. Everyone looked at us in shock while Glitch got scared and hid behind Bodie.

            "Wow, she's feisty." Said Angel. Once Y/n was calm, I let her go as she huffed in anger. "Now that she's met you guys, we have to go get our little brother and head home." I said. Everyone mumbled out an ‘okay’ before Y/n spoke up. "Would you guys like to eat dinner with us?" Y/n asked. "Sure." Everyone agreed. "That sounds great! What time should we swing by?" Asked Aubrey. "Around 7:30 if that's okay with you guys." Y/n replied with a small, gummy smile. Everyone looked at each other and nodded at each other, agreeing with the time arrangement.

          "Great, so meet us at our house at the agreed time." I said. “You can also bring something if you want, but it doesn’t really matter.”  Everyone nodded before turning to leave and go about their business. After setting up plans to meet up, I turned to see Y/n walking away. "Hey, where are you going?" I asked, running up to her. "I'm going to go meet up with Jason. After that, we’re going to the store to shop for dinner." She replied. 

              After everything was said and done, Y/n left and I went back to my group, who were standing by my car. "So, that's your little sister then. I have to say, she's pretty feisty." Aubrey said with a little smirk. "Yeah, anyways, I'm gonna go and head home. See y'all later." I said, getting in my car. "See ya." All of them said. After that, I drove off back to my house.