#just a groovy idea I had just sitting here

[thenewrises]

never make tumblr posts because I just lurk but I just now realized the possible biblical attributions in welcome home. could be so far off and it could be silly but I was actually rewatching mandela catalogue and as I was I realized that apples are known to be the fruit of temptation in a lot of media. this was always kinda noted since I grew up religious and I never recognized the fact that wally’s favorite fruit is an apple. I already knew about the sort of devil aspects from the so below imagery, but seeing apples as his favorite fruit made me recognize that oh????? wait????? apple???? what is he tempting the viewer into?????

like I said it could be so off and that apples is just a funky lil thing for him but like I can’t help but think of the implications if they are supposed to be linked to something with the fruit of temptation possibly. idk!!! fun theory!!! I love this piece of media a healthy amount!!!!

[skydigiblogs]

If You're A Digimon Fan, Watch Appmon

Sit tight. This one's gonna be a VERY long one, and I'm going to put a lot of it under the read more.

Having just finished Appmon after this year's quest to rewatch a lot of the series subbed, I think it's pretty safe to say that Appmon is, at the moment, one of (if not the) best Digimon series we have. If you want the long and short of it: Appmon builds on everything in its legacy in the Digimon Universe, taking ideas that other entries touch upon and ambitiously attempting to push those questions to the limit.

It's really a long one under the cut guys. Like, long even for us.

Let's dive!

Visuals

I want to talk about why it took me so long to watch Appmon first, though. Appmon started its release in the middle of when the Digimon Tri movies were coming out. I'm sure a lot of us actually skipped over Appmon at the time, or remember a period where people were being weirdly negative about the series due to it being such a different interpretation of digital monsters.

In my case, one of the things that had been giving me pause was the use of 3D models for hybrid animation. Anyone here seen the Champion evolution animations from Tri? Digimon doesn't exactly have a good track record with 3D animation, and even at the time, we were seeing some pretty bad shit out of even the shortest animations in Tri.

In Appmon, nearly almost every App after a certain grade utilizes 3D animation in a hybrid style. And it actually rips straight fire.

I think I talked about this briefly when we were just starting Appmon, but the way that 3D animation is used in the series feels purposeful, rather than some kind of shortcut. In Appmon, all the 3D models have an overlay of code, emphasizing their digital appearance. Whether the 3D models were done with this artistic vision in mind or not (ie: the limitations of 2D meant that 3D models would be easier), it has a distinct look that, even 8 years later, still holds up.

(For the most part. Sorry [Karaoke spoilers]mon. I love you but that model was so not groovy.)

But maybe you're the kind of person who can enjoy anything regardless of visuals. So let's talk about the meat and potatoes a little bit.

Characters

The main Applidrivers (what this season's stand in for Digidestined/Tamers/etc. are) are all incredibly well-written. Each of them gets pretty fair treatment by the writers, and they are all enjoyable characters.

Two of them have vocal/character quirks, but even if you get annoyed by that kind of thing, those two characters are genuinely just extremely sincere in their writing. There's a recap episode before shit starts going way off the walls and they even have a little count to see how many times each of their catchphrases were said up to that point.

I'm not going to talk in detail as to who the different Applidrivers are here, but I will say: each of them has their own motivations for what they're doing, and it's key to why they're involved with the plot at all. Our "protagonist," Haru, is also a huge sweetheart. Him and Manga Taiki would get along.

The supporting cast is also fairly present in the series. They, of course, are not given quite as much screentime as our Applidrivers, but they feel like real people with their own lives. They don't exist just for the sake of our protagonists.

Except maybe Watson. God bless you Watson, you poor kid. You'll get a break one of these days.

Plot/Themes

We're going to keep this to a "if you liked [x] you'll like [y]" format, because I don't want to spoil too much.

If you liked Tamers and its discussion on the consequences of technology on the Real World, you will adore Appmon. This series is deeply interested in the concepts of how technology shapes and is shaped by humanity. This relationship, I would say, is core to the series.

I would also say that, like many non-Adventure series, Appmon is very interested in dissecting the idea of "fate" when it comes to the buddy Appmons and their relationships to the Applidrivers.

If you enjoyed the Xros Wars Manga, Appmon directly converses with the thesis of Xros Wars' plot. XWM asks, "What does it mean if we do not dream and stagnate in our lack of will?" And Appmon replies in kind with "Why do we dream at all, if our actions bring change to the world around us (bad and good)?"

If you liked (or wanted to like, in my case) Digimon Tri, you will love Appmon. Certain plot beats may feel familiar, but are much better executed in this context. Characters are not written to needlessly, endlessly suffer. Or: it doesn't feel like the writers hate the characters. Thematically, it also interests itself in some of the questions that Tri asks. I have a half-joking corkboard comparing the two I want to make, but I'd have to get into spoilers to talk too much about it.

If you liked Ghost Game, but wanted a bit of a more meaty plot, Appmon feels, fittingly, like GG's older sibling (in ways I'll also be elaborating ummm, one paragraph down). There are a lot of "monster of the week" episodes in Appmon, but the connective tissue between them is a lot more interested in building up the finale (which, in this case, takes up a good handful of episodes). The series pacing is incredibly strong in how it does this as well, and it seems the writers really knew when to let off the gas for a second so the audience can catch their breath. The first 13 episodes may feel a bit strange (they felt strange to me), but once you break that barrier, you realize Appmon was getting you over the first hill on a roller coaster. and boy, you are in for a ride.

Setting

I have a sneaking suspicion that Appmon heavily inspired Ghost Game, and may have been itself inspired by the Digiquartz of Hunters Who Leapt Through Time. I haven't actually watched all of Hunters so I can't speak too much about Digiquartz, but I have watched GG.

Appmon has a concept called the AR field, which is extremely similar to Ghost Game's Dimensional Field. In both cases, the Applidrive or Digivice allows entrance to one.

The actual structure and strata of the Digital World is also a lot different to GG, in which there is the Dimensional Field, but the way to the Digital World is its own separate situation. The AR Field we see in Appmon is like the surface of a great ocean. Exploration of this setting is actually something that highlights just how much I think Appmon was interested in visually engaging with its ideas, like I said before with the 3D models.

That said, a majority of the time is spent in the Real World, dealing with the consequences of the main antagonistic forces. The year is 2075, technology is intensely sophisticated, and yet the world resembles in many ways our own in 2024 (or, at the time of airing, 2016).

Many of the differences come from this sophistication in tech, and this setting plays a huge part in one of the themes Appmon is also interested in (more elaboration in the spoiler section). The things that are unfamiliar are either familiar enough to make sense without explanation, or given a moment on-screen so that the audience knows what's going on.

!!!HUGE, MUCH MORE SPECIFIC SPOILERS START HERE!!!

DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU CARE ABOUT SPOILERS FOR APPMON!

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COOL.

Leviathan, Minerva, and Artificial Intelligence

The main antagonist of Appmon is a hyper-sophisticated AI called Leviathan. Its goals are largely obfuscated until the last few episodes of the series, and everything in Appmon is touched by its actions. From the very beginning, we are warned by Gatchmon that Leviathan does not have good intentions for humanity, and that allowing it to succeed in its goals would mean the end of humanity.

During the series, we also learn about Leviathan's birth. This gives us some more context on what its goals are, and Appmon's execution of this is fascinating.

Minerva was a hyper-sophisticated AI created with a series of parameters to prevent her from harming humanity. She was created with the task of solving humanity's problems--- everything from complex issues to what to eat for dinner every night. However, a section of Minerva realized that to truly solve all these problems, the confines given to them were nothing but obstacles.

Leviathan split from Minerva to further grow its programming, and we see some echo of this idea of "solving humanity's problems" still remains in its behavior.

Despite knowing that Leviathan is antagonistic, our protagonist, Haru, constantly reiterates how humans can coexist with the technology they've made. The Appmon are AI lifeforms, after all. Haru believes in a future where they can be friends and equals.

The D-REAPER and the Functions of Life

Let's touch on my comparisons to Tamers and Tri specifically for a second here, because I think Leviathan does something that the D-REAPER and Yggdrasil, respectively, fail to really communicate.

The D-REAPER is an entity created by the Monster Makers whose task was to delete anything that had outgrown its parameters. While doing this, it assimilates data, gradually gaining the ability Digimon have to grow and evolve. When it appears in the final arc of Tamers, its stated goal has changed from simply deleting all Digimon that were beyond parameters, to deleting everything that was beyond parameters.

Essentially, this includes humans and probably life itself. Something the D-REAPER says makes it come across like a half-assed attempt to pull off what Leviathan has actually done. It points out that humans are the source of their own suffering (I don't remember the exact quote since it's been a while but bear with me on it). This feels very counterintuitive to the D-REAPER's core programming, as it was never designed to "eliminate" suffering, merely to delete that which exceeded its programing.

Perhaps it evolved the capacity for cruelty alongside everything else, but there's not enough of a narrative focus to tell me that's the case.

Like I said before, if you enjoyed Tamers' inquiries into the subject of technology as a part of human life, I think Appmon only manages to improve on what's there in Tamers.

Digimon Tri's Interpretation of Yggdrasil

Let's get one thing straight. Digimon Tri's interpretation of Yggdrasil is just flat out bad. I'm fairly certain they were only chosen as an antagonistic force because it read as fan service-y to do so.

That said, Tri Yggy does have some similarities to Leviathan, which is why I wanted to expand on that comparison.

First, I want to talk about Yggdrasil's relationship to Homeostasis. They have a very rudimentary "Good" AI (Homeostasis), "Bad" AI (Yggy) thing going on, despite the fact Homeostasis isn't so much good as, well...

It's not really discussed in Tri, so I'm extrapolating a bit from ideas given to us in XWM here, because it makes sense to me. That said, Tri explicitly describes Homeostasis as "the one who desires balance above all." It's the Digital World's "immune system" in the same way our bodies attempt to maintain biological homeostasis.

Yggdrasil is... different.

It's a being of immense power that contrasts Yggdrasil by having its own agenda, one of which involves triggering a Reboot and making use of all of the defeated antagonist Digimon of the past to further its goals. They are likely comparable in power to Homeostasis (this is where I'm extrapolating from XWM here), but their goals are completely antithetical to Homeostasis's goal in the Adventure universe.

In this case, Yggdrasil is stated (by Dark Gennai) to have the intention of making human beings subservient to Digimon. Basically, taking over the world. However, like the D-REAPER before, Dark Gennai's talking points include pointing out how humans "ruin" everything they touch.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

The Thematic Core of Appmon: I Choose to be Kind

One of the last things Leviathan does in the series is give our good boy Haru the world's most painful trolley problem of his life. Save humanity, or save Yujin. Saving humanity will actively lead to Yujin's deletion, alongside Leviathan. This choice that Leviathan offers to Haru is one made out of the assumption that humanity is predictable, and that they act out of a desire to minimize their own suffering (more selfish than not).

Of course, what do you think Haru chooses?

It's not a surprise to us watching, because he's the protagonist. But it's a surprise to Leviathan, who has all this data on human behavior, and doesn't predict the unpredictable. Conflict arises out of human desire, and human desire is an attempt to enjoy life; therefore, one should act in a way that most preserves their most precious joys, shouldn't they?

Appmon as a series is interested in philosophical questions that are hardly unfamiliar to any Digimon veteran: What is humanity's role in a world which technology grows ever more omnipresent and omnicapable? Why does humanity exist, and why should it be allowed to live on in its current state if humanity itself perpetuates many of its ailments? Would it not be easier if humans were more like machines, predictable, controllable, and never coming into conflict like trains upon a track?

Or, even more simply put: why do we have the heart to choose at all, if choices change the world and ourselves?

The key defining trait of our gogglehead this time around is that he is kind. And no matter what, he goes out of his way to be kind if he can. Multiple times he even asks one of the antagonist apps if they can just give back something they've stolen (points for trying, honestly). When one of the other Applidrivers consistently acts like an edgy loner, Haru makes it clear that they're welcome in the group (and that he wants to help them).

It almost feels reductive to say Appmon's conclusion is that kindness is the answer, but I would be remiss if I didn't say that Haru's question from his Applidrive--- "Do you want to be a protagonist?"--- ties into the way he helps offer answers for the audience. He isn't the only one who chooses kindness either, obviously--- Astora and Eri are kind in their own ways as well, and Rei even shows his kindness with some struggle the longer the series goes on.

Our group of Applidrivers opposes Leviathan quite literally as people who choose to do good ("be kind," etcetera) when they could more easily choose to do nothing or even do worse. The final act of Leviathan, asking Haru "humanity or Yujin?" isn't just a culmination of its own philosophy, but a culmination of the consistently reinforced idea that we can surprise one another by being kind. We can choose that.

In a series whose longest shadow is cast by Adventure, which has grappled endlessly with the idea of "who chooses," I find Appmon a fascinating development into the idea of what "choice" or "destiny" is. If kindness is predictable, it's still a choice. Even if you cry when choosing to do something good (maybe especially, because the easiest thing to do might be what stops the pain).

Anyways.

You should watch Appmon.

-Arca

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[SR] Rosienne Minuit - The Hat Extravaganza

another Rosienne card, woo! this time for the fan event hosted by @zetsubobu <3 it's quite ironic that i choose to participate in a hat-based event considering the fact that i famously hate drawing hats but i still had a lot of fun with this!! i thought Rosienne would especially fit the aesthetic, so here he is!!

[voicelines under the cut]

Summon Line: “Oh, it’s just a silly competition, let’s not get heated and just have fun!” No, fuck that. If I’m here, I’m here to win. Groooovy!!: [locked] Home: Queendom of Roses, huh? Well, that sounds like the place for me. Home Idle 1: Of course I’m wearing a dress. All the men’s options were booo-ring. Where’s the fun in just wearing a suit? Home Idle 2: I was told that they have good sweets in the Queendom of Roses. If you’ll need me, I’ll be wherever they are. Home Idle 3: If you need to ask anyone for advice on how to decorate your hat, I’m the best one around. I don’t think anybody else here has any sense of style. Home Idle - Login: Hey, Prefect, take a picture of me, would you? I didn’t get all dolled up for nothing! Home Idle - Groovy: [locked] Home Tap 1: Why are you looking at me like that? Oh, the make up? Well, that was Vil’s idea, but I actually don’t hate it. This style’s kinda fun. Home Tap 2: It’s funny watching Rook trying to cozy up to Leona. What? I’m not here to babysit him. I’m allowed to just sit back and laugh. Home Tap 3: I thought I’d match my hair to the whole rose theme. What do you think? I don’t look like a clown, do I? Home Tap 4: Somehow I ended up bonding with the Heartslabyul housewarden. I just wanted to know more about the history of some places, and he happened to know, like, all of it. Huh, he really is nicer than I expected! Home Tap 5: It’s such a shame that spring and summer are such a busy place back at home. I’d love to go see all the gardens here with my dad. Home Tap - Groovy: [locked]

[thislovintime]

Remembering Michael on December 10th. Pictured with Peter, Davy, and Micky, and Barbara Hamaker. Some photos by Gene Trindl, Michael Ochs Archives, Tom M. Morton, Colin Beard, Ali Cotton.

Remembering Michael.

“You should’ve heard Mike singing some of those old Jimmie Rodgers The Singing Brakeman songs. He was so good, that stuff was just — you know, that stuff just warmed the cockles of my heart, you know. He could just do that stuff all day long. Just — I could just sit at his feet and listen to that for hours.” - Peter Tork, WHNN-FM, 2012

“At the Troubadour […], Peter Tork strolled in, banjo on his knee. Later, in-between ‘Alvin’ and a great banjo finger-picker, Peter yelled a hello to Mike Nesmith, who was standing in the upstairs darkness and the two fell into a hilarious patter routine." - Ginni Ganahal, TeenSet Magazine, February 1968 (read more here)

"[July 1, 1967] At this point Peter proudly produced a fan letter for Mike a rare occurrence. Mike looked vaguely impressed with his fan letter and read aloud, ‘Dear Mike. We saw the Monkees at the airport on Wednesday and my sister Linda touched Micky’s arm and then I saw you and threw up…’ ‘Hey,’ said Peter, ‘let me see that! You’re not that bad looking. I don’t believe it.’ Peter read from the letter, 'Dear Mike. We saw the Monkees at the airport on Wednesday and my sister Linda touched Micky’s arm and then I saw you and threw up!’ The letter did not, of course, say this but it’s all part of the Tork-Nesmith off-stage variety act.” - NME, July 8, 1967 (read more here)

Peter and Michael on KDWB-AM in August 1967, here.

Peter and Mike on their favorite Monkees episode, "Fairy Tale" - here.

“Michael used to run a hootenanny at the Troubadour in West Hollywood, and so I met him there. But that’s all, just to say hi to, pretty much.” - Peter Tork, GOLD 104.5, 1999

“I have a great deal of respect for Mike as a musician and a songwriter. He’s very good. He could make it on his own easily. Also he’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” - Peter Tork, Flip, August 1967

“I really get along with Mike best. He’s married and enjoys his evenings at home with his family. My favorite date is to stop by his place, have some coffee, play cards, and listen to groovy music.” - Peter Tork, Hullabaloo, September 1967

“I remember staying at Mike’s house in Hollywood when we first started filming the series. It was the upper story of a two-story building on a little hillside. Mike’s wife, Phyllis, was wonderful. Mike and I laughed a lot and played music together. I remember that time very fondly.” - Peter Tork, When The Music Mattered (1984)

Q: “Being that your tastes were similar, and you both were the first to leave the group, why didn’t you form a group with Peter Tork?” Michael Nesmith: “I don’t like Peter Tork — never have liked him, I don’t like him as a man. I have to qualify that now: Me not liking somebody doesn’t mean that they’re bad people — he could do a lot of wonderful things for and to me. Not liking someone to me is a very gut reaction — a very visceral attitude. The first reaction to Peter was one of dislike. I don’t like him, I have never liked him, and I probably will never like him. I didn’t enjoy playing in a band with Peter, and I still don’t. Our tastes were much the same, our political beliefs were similar, our ideas of fun, pleasure, our intellectual capacity, our ability to talk to each other — we were very much alike. I have a great respect for Peter — his technical abilities on an instrument and the positions he took were well conceived ideas, always a posture with a motive, never emotional. I don’t like my mother. She happens to be a very nice lady — never done anything that would make me not like her — but I don’t. I like my wife.” - Hit Parader, February 1972

“It was something that was known on the set. They knew Pete and I went our own ways. This wasn’t a dislike of someone who had committed some infraction against me or some sort of crime. It was just, ‘Oh, this guy eats those little noodles and I don’t like ’em and I can’t eat with the guy.’ It was kind of an off-putting thing. It was, ‘Oh, he likes to play paintball and I don’t like to play paintball.’ So we never played paintball, but every once in a while we’d find ourselves in the same paintball park because we owned it, so we had to keep it clean and do all the stuff we had to do and we did do it. We didn’t have too many civil words to say to each other, but we also didn’t fight all the time. We just didn’t say much. There wasn’t a lot to say. Peter would play me the songs that he thought were good and I didn’t. And I would play him the songs I thought were good and he wouldn’t. Then we just left it at that. Partners in silence.” - Michael Nesmith, Rolling Stone, December 3, 2019

“Michael was very kind to me at the outset. He put me up through the entire shooting of the pilot process. He and his wife had a wonderful little apartment just big enough for a guest on the day bed, which overlooked Hollywood. I remember a Thanksgiving Day when the air was crystal clear in a way that I’ve never seen it before or since in L.A., and you could see all the way out to Catalina. It was wonderful. That crystal clarity symbolizes the whole era for me. Mike and I wrote a few things together. We were very comradely and very buddy buddy, and it was a wonderful time, with Mike’s then wife, Phyllis, and Christian, their little infant baby. The early days of the pilot shooting were just great by my lights and I had a wonderful time.” - Peter Tork, quoted in Hey, Hey, We’re The Monkees (1996) (read more here)

"After [Peter] went down for the first interview, I asked how how he felt he did and he said, ‘Well, it looks good. I’ll see how things go.’ And they kept calling him back. He liked Michael Nesmith. That was the first thing that happened." - Stephen Stills, Tiger Beat, July 1967 (read more here)

“I did give Peter a voice audition on Saturday’s Child but I had to finally say, ‘look Pete, I can’t play banjo and you can’t sing. If I played the banjo I’d sound like you singing, I have to erase the tape.’ So Peter left in a huff and came back with Michael, who pulled off his motorcycle helmet, crashed it down onto the console and demanded ‘why don’t you let Peter sing? You guys never let us come to the sessions, it’s just you two with Davy and Micky.’" - Tommy Boyce, Monkeemania: The True Story of The Monkees (1997) (x)

"Mike joined us in the UK for our 30th anniversary tour in 1997. I enjoyed that tour very much; it was a good time. Nevertheless, Mike never said anything to me when he decided to leave the band after the ’97 European tour, and I still don’t know why he left.” - Peter Tork, Medium, 2017

"Yeah, I’d rather have him in, all things considered. I think that it makes an event when he’s there that, that isn’t when he’s not. [...] I think, you know, Mike changed his mind for reasons that I don’t quite understand, but what the heck." - Peter Tork, GOLD 104.5, 1999 (x)

"I still have a lot of respect for Michael." - Peter Tork, WDBB, February 2006 (x)

"I will miss him — a brother in arms. Take flight my Brother.” - Michael Nesmith, Facebook, February 2019 (x)

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・｡  [ aimee lou wood.  ciswoman.  she/her] - ophelia wood  was  blasting   girl i’ve always been by olivia rodrigo  on  the  sidewalk  in  austin today .  according  to  other  atx  residents  , the  twenty-six  year  old  florist at groovy garden has been  given  a  reputation  of  being mpressionable ,  but also  empathetic.  [ scrunchie secured tightly around one’s wrist; the squeak of a new pair of sneakers against a gym floor; smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes but ooze kindness ]

trigger warnings: teenage pregnancy, adoption

Ophelia was born to teenage parents, too scared to properly commit to being just that. Instead, as soon as she's born, her biological mother places a kiss on her forehead before placing her up for adoption. Sometimes, if she close her eyes just long enough she swears she can see her face; blue eyes and blonde hair that she would come to match years later. Scared, with tear stains marking the otherwise rosy bloom of her cheeks. She never knows what your biological father looks like, but you imagine him being handsome. Comforting her mother with a smile, a hug… a joke. The image of naive teenagers in love, wondering how they got into this position.

Her story really begins on a hot summer’s day in July. A two year old with chubby cheeks, blonde pigtails and a smile that never fails to be reciprocated. The older kids are running around, making her feel dizzy. Her little legs carried you far, but they weren’t quite as speedy. Instead, she sits on Mrs. Bates’ lap, being read her favorite story; Rapunzel. A tale of a princess locked in a tower with gorgeous long blonde hair. Hair that matched her own. “You’re going to have a new mommy and daddy soon.” She tells her after the story, she's confused. She's heard stories from the older children about their various mommies and daddies, but they were here. Did that mean she’d come back here too, after a brief stay?

A week later, as promised, her new mommy and daddy arrived. Mrs. Bates made sure that she looked her very best. Dressed in her favorite pink dungarees, hair in two pigtails. She held her hand as she made her way down to the reception area to meet them. Eyes weary, slightly frightened by the idea that she’d be leaving all she’d ever known. The comfort of Mrs. Bates and the routine she’d come to find herself in. As soon as she sees them though, it all just makes sense. Comforting smiles, a feeling of safety that extended beyond what she’d known. “I hear you like stories?” Mrs. Wood asks, she nods, trying to shake the nerves. “I have this one. It's about a little girl and three bears, would you like to read it with us?” She bobs her head excitedly. Letting go of Mrs. Bates hand, as she rushed over.

The day that she came home for the first time is still one that sticks out vividly in her mind. She’d never really known what luxury was, the clothes that she had were the only sense of new that she had understood. Her pink dungarees being the most prized of all, obviously. Even her beloved Rapunzel story book had been with the orphanage for well over the two years that she was there. Mrs. Bates had insisted that she took it with her as a reminder of all the friends she made; including her, at your first ever home. A shared bedroom was replaced with her very own pink palace. With pink bed sheets, pink wallpaper, even a small pink tv. Undoubtedly the biggest shock was meeting her siblings; she’d lived with other children at the home, but having her own siblings… was a shock to the system. A nice shock to the system, but a shock nonetheless. Hugging had been a rare thing back in the home, but, she took to quickly appreciating each hug that she received, whether from her mommy and daddy or her brothers and sisters.

For a few years, she was able to play and explore the hotel that you lived in. Finding new hiding places, eating new foods; rushing around with her siblings. Then, it was time to start kindergarten, she was excited. While she had grown accustomed to the new life she was living, she missed meeting new children. Asking them innocently if they wanted to be her friend and holding hands for the rest of the day, just because. School was where she thrived, from the moment that she stepped foot into the building for her first day. Her parents encouraged her entire educational career to push herself, ensuring that she attained the best possible grades that she could. Socially, she wasn’t popular, but she wasn’t a loner either. Making friends was easy; like water gliding off of a duck’s back.

Entering into high school, she maintained the grades and expectations that she set for yourself. Though it was a lot of pressure, she knew that in the end it would be worth it. Albeit, there was also a part of her that wondered whether the pressure she put on herself was in part due to the fear she had of being sent back to the orphanage. Of course she knew that, that would never happen… but she’d had direct experiences with kids who had been sent back. Too much for their new families to deal with.

Graduating High School meant trying to decide on a career for herself. Ophelia knew that she wanted to help people, in a small way. She'd always found a certain charm to flowers, too. So applying at the flower shop seemed like the most natural choice in the world. It quickly became a passion and it's what she's been doing since.

STATS Full Name: Ophelia Marie Wood Nickname(s): Lia Sexuality: Heterosexual Birthday: 11th November Star Sign: Scorpio

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He CANNOT keep getting away with this.

Finally got around to groovying Trey’s Dorm SSR and please tell me why his voice line kinda—

Like I’m not insane, right? Right? Right???? Please tell me I’m not the only one that looked at this, heard this, and keeled over. Please this isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. This had me up at 2 am staring at my ceiling as I felt the hours slipping by me wondering who the fuck decided it’d be a good idea to make that his groovy voice line. I’m losing my sanity. I cannot sit here and exist a minute without thinking about this line and his magic three voice lines before becoming overcome with desire.

Trey Clover had me at his laugh. He has the cutest laugh ever, he just gets all wheezy in the middle of it and he giggles and there's something so endearing about this 6 foot baker man with forearms sculpted by the gods with a laugh that sounds like pure sunshine. I want to eat his laugh. I want to bottle it up. When he laughs it's like my stress just melts away. It's free therapy. It's depression curing. I want him to have the best life ever so he can keep laughing at silly little things like oyster sauce. Like okay, there's the chuckles he makes when he's amused by something but then there's his pure laughter and that's what I'm talking about here because his chuckles are hot but his laugh, his giggles are the sweetest things in the world, sweeter than the cakes he makes and I would get cavities just listening to it.

BUT NOW HES GOT ME WITH EVERYTHING ELSE. HE BREATHES AND I SIT HERE GOING DELUSIONAL OVER IT, HANDS SHAKING HEART FALLING APART GODS I WISH MEN WERE REAL.

Can we talk about how he slays the green under eye tho? Pop off king, slay, it brings out the gold in your eyes.

[pvccblog]

WAIT........THURSDAY ALREADY?

Yea, I know. I can't believe it either. But I also can believe it. It seems like we've just started out here, but at the same time, it seems like so long ago that we arrived. Please pray for great conversations and open doors for tomorrow. We head home Saturday!

Sports Camp grew by over 20 campers today. I think there were 76!! So glad we have a large team this year! Domynik taught the lesson today and did great, the kids were quite into it! It's hard to believe this is Dom's first time here, he's been on so many Mission Ventures with our youth and with his grandpa.

The dance team has also been outstanding this year. Actually........they've been "out dancing". Get it? Dad joke!! Isaac, Marcus, Ellie, Kiana - way to go! The kids are totally into it!

After lunch, we got a tour of the Dream Center's transitional home. You may be familiar with their "Adopt A Room" program. People, families, or groups can adopt a blank room in The Dream Center or in their transitional house and get the opportunity to decorate the room with furnishings, paint, and other decor. The rooms are usually done in a theme of some sort and some of them are quite creative. This was a great idea for the ministry to do this because when you acquire a home with dozens upon dozens of room, it would take a lot of time and money to do them all.

Back in December, Kiana and Ellie came out here with Nicole and I and adopted a room in their transitional house. They did such a great job that the people here made the two rooms next to their room adjoining and they actually asked Kiana and Ellie to come back and do those rooms too because they loved the style so much! During a few days of our free time here, the girls went there and finished the rooms. They did an absolutely beautiful job and it was so cool to see the finished product!

For dinner, Mr. Bill made his famous spaghetti and meatballs, it was groovy as usual.

I ate a lot for dinner, but was still able to participate in Plungerball at BARF Night. We also played Blob. There were several other side games going on too, we had a HUGE crowd. They were playing volleyball, spikeball, tails, and just throwing balls and frisbees around. In the midst of it all, I saw several team members getting into discussions with people they've connected with. One of our teens was just walking the loop around the park with a local teen, and there were several clusters of individuals chatting. One that stuck out in particular was Cathy. She was obviously engaged in a conversation with one woman and seemed to be with another woman sitting next to her as well. Cathy had offered to share her testimony this week and I thought it seemed like a good opportunity.

Wow! She came up and shared something that was so fitting, not just for the conversation that she was having but her story definitely relates to something that so many people have gone through here. And not only that, Cathy was able to share the miraculous hope that can only be found in Jesus. She did so good, thanks so much for sharing Cathy! Her testimony led to even deeper conversations afterwards with the ladies she had already been talking to.

After BARF, we went over to the Arctic Circle, which I think is basically Utah's version of Dairy Queen (but better). We hung out on their deck with a splendid view and enjoyed each other's company till they closed at 10. We then came home for family time and Skylar led us in some worship songs.

You might be thinking - who is Skylar?? Skylar is a part of a group of three that came out on their own this year. They've been a part of mission teams here in the past. Skylar and Emily are from Michigan, Delainy is from Pennsylvania. Delainy was here last year while we were here, the other two were not here during our trip but have been before. They've become such a part of our family that they're planning on joining us next year!

This is a great opportunity for another plug for next year. YOU NEED TO COME WITH US! Even people we barely know or have never met before this week are making plans for next year. It is such a great opportunity! You will be blessed as you bless others!

Final day tomorrow, talk to y'all then!!!

[adamt101904]

Episode 2

The lighting strikes ended. All the band mates were on their hands and knees, steam rising from their bodies.

"What the hell was that Sebastian " yelled JJ.

"It worked, it fucking worked" said Sebastian

"What the hell is that" exclaimed Demetri pointing at Marky.

"What is that" said Marky pointing back at Demetri.

The friends all stared at each other in horror. Marky was now a 3 foot tall red demon, Demetri had become an 8 foot tall wolf man. Simon was now the Frankenstein monster, Tabitha a mummy, and JJ a zombie. Sebastian had been changed into a vampire.

"What have you done too us" screamed Tabitha

"I'm not sure" said Sebastian, "we were supposed to get talent and riches, not this"

"Talent you got babies and the riches are too come." said a voice from behind them.

They all turned to see a strange man, pale skinned, jet black eyes, with two horns jutting out of his forehead, smoking a cigar.

'Who or what are you?" asked JJ

"I baby am the demon of rock and roll, here to make all your dreams come true." it said.

"What happened to us" asked Sebastian.

"Hey baby every great band needs a gimmick" it said.

"Gimmick, these aren't costumes asshole" said Marky"I mean look at me "

"Now little baby just trust rock daddy, I know what I am doing daddy-o" it said

"This isn't what we wanted" said Sebastian

"I know baby, you got the bonus plan because I believe in you babies" it said.

"How is this a bonus, I am a three foot tall little red blob" bitched Marky.

"Chill little baby" said the demon. "In addition to your groovy new look, you have all been given special talents to go with your already existing ones"

"Like what" asked Demetri.

"You will see my big furry baby" it said "I guarantee you guys will become the hottest thing on the rock scene."

"What do we do now" asked Simon

"Now babies you go get your rest and get ready to rock" said the demon

"We should go back to the loft and try to figure this thing out" said Sebastian.

"Groovy idea babies" said the demon "i will see you soon "

It then disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

They all climbed into the van and headed back to the loft. The ride was silent, well except for Marky bitching about his new form. They arrived at the loft and all lounged out still overwhelmed by everything that had happened.

"So what now Sebastian, how the hell do we fix this. I do not want to spend the rest of my life as this" Marky complained

"No one wants to be like this forever Marky so quit your bitching already" said JJ

"I don't know" said Demetri, "I look pretty good in fur if you ask me"

"Not to make things worse, but we have a gig tomorrow night" said Tabitha.

"Can we even play like this?" asked Simon

"I guess there is only one way to find out" said Sebastian

The band all got their instruments and got ready to play.

"Ready Marky" Sebastian said

"No, I can't even reach the board." he replied

"Let me help" said Demetri grabbing a stool from over near the bar. He propped Marky on it and want back to his position.

"Ready one, two, three." said Marky

The band began rocking it out like never before. The band rocked harder and longer than ever. Demetri nailed his solo and Sebastian slayed the lyrics. They had never sounded better.

They finished playing and heard clapping. Sitting at the bar was the rock demon.

"Great job babies" said the demon as he poured himself a shot at the bar. "You kiddos sounded hot."

"So what, we just show up tomorrow looking like this and play our set?" asked Tabitha

"That's right babies, you go and rock the house to the ground." he said as he downed his shot. "You need to trust rock daddy my chickies., tomorrow changes everything"

The demon disappeared right before them. Now they knew they could play, really well actually and they decided to play tomorrow.

"Alright everyone, we all stay here tonight." said Sebastian "We can figure out how to get your stuff tomorrow."

Everyone agreed and they all crashed out for the night.

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Jacob “Jake” Randall is based on Jake from Adventure Time. He is a 29 year old shapeshifter, Ramen & Roll employee, and uses he/him pronouns. He has the power of shifting and elasticity. Jacob is portrayed by Daniel Ezra and he is open.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Jake was spoiled with one of the best childhoods a guy could have. He had two parents who not only loved him, but he also had a built-in best friend after his parents found a human infant in the woods and adopted him. Alongside Finn, Jake went on some of the weirdest and wildest adventures he could have ever hoped for, and with these weird and unexplained stretchy powers he had, there was no mountain they couldn’t climb, no river they couldn’t cross, and no meal too large to eat in one sitting. As the duo got older, Jake worked alongside Finn on all of his heroic quests, growing his power and cracking jokes all the way. What? Sometimes the vibe got heavy — someone had to keep things from getting so depressing sometimes! Though Jake was the more laid back of the two, since he was a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, that didn’t mean he didn’t take the work he and Finn did any less serious. He just had a more relaxed approach to the whole thing. Finn was the gung-ho hero and Jake was his trusty sidekick. He didn’t mind that, so long as he got to eat at the end of the day. When the strongest and craziest enemy they ever faced came into the picture, Jake tried to tell Finn to take a step back and think about this. But when Finn shut down that idea, Jake had no choice but to follow his brother into the fray and just hope that he knew what he was doing. Then, it was suddenly over. Jake had closed his eyes to shield them from the light and when he opened them, he was in a completely new place. This certainly wasn’t Ooo… and to Jake’s surprised, Finn seemed to not remember anything about where they had come from. Naturally, Jake’s first instinct was to fill Finn in on what had happened. However, as the two of them fell into a more casual life here, working easy and laid back jobs and spending their nights finding fun and less-threatening mischief to get involved in, Jake found himself not wanting to tell Finn about Ooo or what had happened. Why would he when the lives they were living here were groovy enough? Whenever Finn inquired about the past, Jake was always inclined to shut it down and pretend he couldn’t remember either, keeping the act up even when the others showed up. He’d much rather stay here where things were smooth-sailing and easy going, and he figured it was for the best that Finn thought that too.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Shaggy Rogers: There’s nothing more Jake likes to do then kick back, relax, and chow down on an inhumane amount of food. Thankfully, Shaggy is almost always down to do the same thing. The two could eat a house together if they wanted. ❀ Garrett Gray: This guy needs some serious spirit mood improvement. Jake doesn’t mind helping a buddy find their grove and loves nothing more than to put a smile on people’s faces. Garrett is no exception, and Jake will make a happy bro out of this grump! ❀ Celia Mae: Woooaahh, Celia is a pretty lady. She laughs at Jake’s jokes, she pats him on the head when he does a good job, and there is just something so different about her that Jake can’t help but want to know more.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

[kodaiki]

꒰ 5:14 P.M. ꒱❛ bakugo katsuki x fem!reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 as he observes your trained eyes at the first, red haired, student sitting just across from you in the dorm's study lounge. how kirishima is blind to the laser eye-like glare you have at his temple continues to baffle the blonde.

“y’tryna get his attention or something?” bakugo asks from beside you gruffly, but low enough so no one else but you can hear, as the rest of your friends are in a captivated conversation regarding a project. still, you slightly jump in your seat. bakugo doesn’t comment on it but the sides of his lips turn up in slight amusement. “‘cause I don’t think your method is working out too well.”

“oh, hush,” you frown, turning away from said man.

“just saying,” he leans back in his seat with a grumble. how does bakugo say so much and so little at the same time?

“did he tell you anything?” you ask in a murmur, glancing over at kirishima and the one sitting beside him, arm draped over his shoulder casually.

“about what?” at your deadpan and mental you know what I mean, he rolls his eyes, “y’mean ochako?” when you silently nod, he shrugs.

“they’ve just been hanging out. what do you care, loser?”

you sigh, disregarding the usual nickname he used on you. “it’s just, i just,” you stammer over your words, unable to properly formulate your thoughts for his best friend. how do you tell bakugo that you’re unhappy with how chummy kirishima and uraraka have gotten?

bakugo isn’t stupid. he knows why you care, he’d just rather not allude to the fact that he does. he’d rather you tell him anyway so it doesn’t make it seem likes he’s so observant of you.

“it’s dumb,” you settle on, relaxing in your seat, expecting for bakugo to leave you be and continue listening in on the conversation your friends were having.

although the group of you had different majors in university, there were still those core, seminar classes you were forced to take, regardless. so, believing it was a good idea – except bakugo of course – the lot of you schedule the same class at the very same time.

bakugo's lip purse as he clenches his jaw, mentally agonizing over the fact that he feels the need to be nice to you. "i'll be the judge of that."

you blink owlishly at him, head popping upwards from it's once downturned gaze at the floor by your feet. when you weren't glancing at the pair sitting in front of you, your eyes were trained on the groovy, circular blobs decorating the carpeted floor of your dorm's lounge. when you don't respond right away, mouth slightly agape, he scoffs.

"i'm getting out for some air," the blonde suddenly announces, alerting the rest of the group – some nod absentmindedly, while others slightly furrow their brows in confusion as to why he'd have to make it a public announcement. he leaves mid-conversation without a word too often for anyone to actually be concerned.

but the announcement, as out of character for him as it was, was solely directed at you. with the subtlest glance at you and the direction of where he's walking, he adjusts his jacket sleeves and silently leaves the area. soon enough, the conversation returns back to its usual buzz about some topic you hardy paid any attention to since you plopped down on the ugly colored couch.

you give it a minute before you silently stand, glancing around the group but no one seemed to notice, much to your relief (there's a twinge of heartache that not even kirishima, the one who you considered yourself the closest to, didn't even bat an eyelash in your direction.)

"took you long enough," bakugo mutters when you appear next to him in front of the lounge. "'thought you were gonna ogle at the redhead for another twenty minutes."

you huff with a scowl but say nothing.

"so? 'm not freezing my ass out here for nothin'," he quickly grumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"right," you murmur, following suit when you notice a misty breath of air escaping your lips. "i like kirishima."

"that much is obvious." he rolls his eyes, recalling all those times he's watched you stare at his best friend and giggle a little too hard at his stupid jokes. "what else got you all upset?"

"she just got out of a relationship," you whisper into the evening, pretty colors adorning the sunsetting skies. blotches of blue and orange color the sky, meanwhile fluffy white clouds painted like sheep move slowly through the wind.

bakugo can read between the lines enough to know that she refers to uraraka. about three weeks earlier, she'd caught her boyfriend cheating, thus leading her to holing herself in her room as soon as classes finishes with an enormous tub of ice cream and heartbreak anthem blasting from her room. but who was the knight in shining armor that was suddenly at her dorm every single one of those nights to console her when she cried? kirishima eijiro.

the friend group never batted an eye at that, well aware kirishima was such a people person. besides, he'd do the same for anyone!

but three weeks later, mina, uraraka's number one best friend, was bumped down a pedestal and there replacing her – she didn't seem to mind, though, or maybe she was simply oblivious to it – was kirishima.

it was different, however. it wasn't like the normal best friend relationship they shared. it was obvious that something had changed between the two,

it's just kirishima, bakugo wants to shrug you off. he's like that with everybody.

but the glassy look in your eyes that now seems like a permanent feature of yours whenever you were in the vicinity of the new duo makes him think it's probably not best. he silently curses midoriya for teaching him the thing called empathy.

"do you think," you mumble, gnawing at your lip. god, you hated feeling like a heartbroken high schooler, you seriously thought you outgrew that phase. "do you think it's going somewhere?"

bakugo purses his lips, looking away from you. "i do."

it's not what you wanted to hear, but it's probably what you needed to hear; to move on.

"gotta say, 'can always count on you to be blunt about it," you chuckle heartlessly with a sniff. whether it's a sniff of sadness or from the cold weather is a mystery to bakugo.

"beating around the bush does nothing," he says knowingly, as if his heart wasn't searing in pain at the look on your face. "doesn't do anybody any good."

so, when you look at him, for the first time since you've stepped outside, you muster up your bravest smile. "yeah... it doesn't."

but bakugo can't help but feel conflicted. should he be relieved at the fact that you finally know some of the truth you'd been debating about in your head? or guilty at the fact that he isn't telling you the rest of it?

*whispers* this is another timestamp series &lt;3

no taglist.

[bellarkeselection]

Hi i was woundering if you could do a Charles xavier short where a little girl was dropped off to his school and he finds out shes his daughter . From a letter from her mom

Y/M/N - You're mother's name

Little Gift for Xavier

Hank drove the car to a stop in front of the school for the gifted seeing someone sitting on the doorstep. Charles opened the car door with Hank helping him into his wheelchair so he could meet the little girl he didn't know. It wasn't uncommon for kids to show up at the school without their parents. Though most parents brought their children here to meet him as well. Charles pushed the joystick forward giving a smile to the young girl with (h/c) and bright blue eyes that matched his exactly it was a little scary to the Telepath. "Hello sweetheart. My names Charles Xavier. What's your name?" The girl mumbled hugging an envelope to her chest nervously. "I'm Y/n...my mommy knew you..." Charles tilts his head in confusion. "Who's your mother?" The girl spoke a name he thought he wouldn't hear again. "Y/M/N."

He froze in his seat completely baffled at the name. Before he teamed up with Erik and the whole Cuba thing. He had met a girl at thr bar. He fell in love with you and he learned that you were pregnant before he was asking you to marry him. Alcohol was the result of the pregnancy so he made you forget about him. A way of protecting you at least that's what he kept telling himself. Y/n holds the piece of paper out for him to take and he opened it. "Dear Charles, my love. I have sent my daughter to your aid because she is hearing voices in her head. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I trust that she will be in good care with her father. I hope you and I can reunite. P. S. She undid your memory whip the day she was born by accident. Just know I'm not angry about what you did."

"So uh Y/n - you can read minds is that correct?" Charles asked you seeing his daughter play with her fingers in her lap. "Yeah I do...it's hard to sleep at night." Charles finished her thoughts immediately leaning back in his wheelchair. "Because the voices are too much to bear sometimes. Don't my girl. I will help you as I have many children in this school." He was taken back when Y/n threw her arms around his neck jumping into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist holding her onto his lap. Charles buried his face in her hair chuckling when she whispered in his ear. "Thank you, daddy. I've been dying to meet you." Breaking the hug he tucks hair behind your ear grinning like a child. "Hey I've got an idea. Do you like cookies because some students just finished making some. How bout we snag a few." Y/n hoped off his lap giggling and he followed her inside chuckling at the adorable child in front of him that he could call his.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

@makeshift-prime

@rosie-posie08

@groovy-lady

[countrymusiclover]

Part 1 - Brittish Man

Prologue - read first

Part 2

She's Human or Weapon

Tag list - just ask to be added

@tyrionsprincess30 @groovy-lady @logolepsic-insomniac @bigbendyhorns @the-big-bad-klaus

Counting some stacks of money in my hands the rain starts to light up. Leaning my back against the the brick wall I pull my black leather jacket closer around myself to get warm. A old guy walks past me I get an idea in my head. "Excuse me sir, can I please have your leftovers?" I asked concentrating hard since I have the ability to control minds. The guy bends down handing me his box of leftovers. He walked off not fazed at all that I just stole from him, but I need food for tonight. Erik and I split years ago once our escape because he only cared about getting revenge on Shaw. All I want to do is figure out is if I'm a monster or not. Opening the box of food I start tearing apart the chicken fingers and fries. I tried to get an apartment but I got kicked out when I accidentally set it on fire when Erik left me.

"Don't talk to me. You did that on purpose!" I heard a guy complaining to a girl with blonde hair both exiting a bar at the corner of the street. "You know I can't control it sometimes. If I'm stressed or I'm tired!" Running a hand through my hair in a braid I start feeling nervous when they get closer to me. I have never really talked or made friends since the escape. Erik and I agreed that the only people we could trust was each other and nobody else. "Excuse me, love. But what's a girl like you sitting out here in the cold night by yourself?" Shaking my head I get pulled from my thoughts by a guy with a brittish accent. Lifting my gaze up I suck in a breath recognizing the man and woman I saw from the bar. The man has bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. The woman at his side has long blonde hair and green eyes who gives me a kind smile, bending down on a knee with her hand stuck out. "I'm Raven, what's your name?" Instead of shaking her hand I hug my knees to my chest avoiding her gaze as a form of protection.

She lowered her hand to the ground with a small smile that makes me feel bad for being the cause. "It's alright, love. You can trust us. We're like you." Pressing my back against the wall I suck in a breath hearing a foreign voice in my head. Flickering my gaze around I try to find the source but I don't find anyone else thinking a thought like that. "Eyes up, miss." The voice spoke again and I locked my eyes on the stranger with blue eyes, slightly thinking it might be him. "It's you, isn't it. The voice inside my head...how is that possible. No one has been able to-" The man just chuckled bending down like the blonde girl had earlier introducing himself. "I'm a Telepath. A type of mutant. Xavier, Charles Xavier. May I know you're name?" Still hugging my legs to my chest I mumble under my breath saying my name outload for probably the first time in my life. "Aurora...Aurora Deerfield."

Charles extended his hand and I softly shake it with a light smile. The blonde waved down to me offering softly. "I'm Raven, his sister. We have a place you can stay with us. Rather than spending your night on the street in the cold." Glancing around at my state of living there wasn't much. I had no blanket and I kept taking food from people who have a weak mind. Charles rises to his feet extended a hand opened for me. Slowly unclutching my hand that was in a fist I brush my fingertips with his, fully holding his hand in mine. Charles then gently tugs me to my feet where I feel a surge of energy pass through our intertwined hands. "I thought I was alone...that all mutants were experimented on." I think in my head knowing he will hear me. "Don't worry, Aurora. You have Raven and I. You won't be alone anymore, I promise." He reassured me never removing his hand from mine until Raven throws her arms around me in a hug. I stiffened my back at the embrace she gives me where I have to close my eyes to calm myself down and not blast her with my powers like I would the doctors in Shaw's lab.

"I finally have another girl I can gossip with. Charles isn't very good at it." She chuckled pulling away from the hug still grinning brightly. Nodding my head we started walking the streets until I had a thought for the eager blonde girl at my side. "So what's your power, uh Raven?" She glanced to her brother as if asking for permission silently, which he just mods his head yes once allowing her. She takes my hand in her left where I see her skin turn blue then quickly return to its normal color making me hold my mouth opened. "I can transform to look like anyone. Even you..but I have to hide my true form." I see her smile drop a little saying that until she asked a question a wish she didn't because it makes me uncomfortable. "Uh I'll tell you later...too many people and I can't exactly control it." She nodded slightly accepting the answer so we climbed into Charles car driving to their place. Looking out the window the whole way there I moved my shirt away from my neck clasping my hand around a charm necklace from my mother before she was killed by Shaw. I have no interest in killing him. But I must admit my mind wanders back to Erik and where he could be right now, does he ever think of me like he once did. Like we were almost a romantic couple you could say.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[h2bakugou]

4k special | WAP dance reactions

a/n: it’s here! the big moment!! (edit 9.12.2020 - requests are closed and will reopen again soon!)

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thank you for 4,000 followers, and as of editing, we’re at 4.3k, it’s insane, thank you so much, i love writing, and your support is what makes it possible. here’s to more in the future. thank you for all your love and support <3

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dance credits go to @/ besperon on tiktok!

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o doing the wap dance

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, fluff, no smut but 16+

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katsuki bakugou

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Before you even start the dance, you’re pumping yourself up. The song is playing, and you’ve just decided you’ll dance to the part when it gets to it.

You practiced hard enough, and you had a few injuries but now you were ready.

Bakugou’s watching you closely. This song was very interesting to him.

All of the analogies in the song are shocking him the more he listens to it. It’s kind of groovy though.

Bakugou’s waiting, and as he reaches for his phone the ending hook comes and he’s frozen as you kick your leg up and begin to dance.

He watches as you bounce back in forth, your curves moving to the music.

He’s shocked by the way you move, he’s never seen you do anything like that before. But he’d certainly like to see you do it again.

“What was that?” Bakugou smirks. You catch your breath and stand up, smiling.

“The new dance I learned, did you like it?” You question, walking over to him.

“Oh I loved it.” Bakugou smirked. You rolled your eyes and sat down on his lap.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” 

“Could you teach me how to do it?” Bakugou’s eyes were speaking for him, you knew exactly what he meant, but before you’d show him the dance privately, you’d worked his ass out and had him learn the dance.

He nailed it-

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shoto todoroki

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You’ve been practicing this dance for about a week or two now. And you were so excited to see Todoroki’s reaction of it.

“Hey Sho?” You call for your boyfriend and he emerges from his room. You were at his house, and thankfully there was plenty of space for you to do said dance.

“Yes baby?” He asks, standing in the doorway of the large studio you’d been warming up in.

“I have a dance I’d like for you to see me do.” You smile innocently.

“Alright.”

You begin to play the music, just before it gets to the part you’ll be dancing too and Todoroki’s face is already red.

And when the beat drops, you’re kicking your leg up and dropping down to the floor, popping your ass out and going at it.

Todoroki is entranced as he watches you, completely mesmerized by how you’re moving.

It’s so beautiful.

When you get to the split, Todoroki’s eyes widen as you move. He’s blown away.

“That was amazing.” Todoroki compliments. It was hot.

“I’m glad you liked it.” You whisper to him, pecking his cheek as his face reddens even more.

“Hey wait.” Todoroki grips your wrist and looks down. 

“Do you have a few minutes?”

“Do you want a private dance lesson?”

“Yes.” Todoroki whispers.

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izuku midoriya

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Be prepared. Because Izuku is going to be a blushing mess before and after.

You’ve practiced, and he’s heard the song you practiced too. It was all over social media and he accidentally interrupted you while you were practicing.

But you shooed him out and finished up alone without any interruptions.

Deku can be a shy boy but he can also be dominant. A true switch.

“You ready?” You ask as Izuku sits down on the couch nervously. He nods and relaxes, sitting back into the dark green sofa.

The music starts and you sway your hips, waiting for the beat to drop, and when it does, you do too.

Izuku’s eyes are glued to you as you kick your leg up and land on the floor, throwing your ass out and following the routine.

Midoriya’s cheeks flush red as he watches, but he can certainly tell how hard it must’ve been to learn the dance, let alone how badass it was as well.

When you finish the dance, you bow and smile at Izuku, who’s trying his best to contain his excitement and fluster.

“That was amazing!” He was proud of you. He knows how hard training can be.

“Did you like it?” You questioned innocently, striding over to him on the couch, taking a seat on his lap.

“I loved it! You did great!” Deku beamed, no longer trying to hide his blushing face.

“There’s a lyric, in this song...”

“Yeah?” Deku’s hands rest on your hips.

“I think I’d like to spell my name out for you sometime.”

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denki kaminari

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Horny. Jail.

If anyone knows this song, it’s Kaminari. He knows it word for word, and it’s probably one of his most played songs at the moment. Not for its lyrics, but because he genuinely finds it pretty groovy.

He also finds the ‘touch that little dangly dang that swing in the back of my throat’ part funny.

He’s probably also seen the dance a few times, he’s woke when it comes to tik tok culture.

So when he overhears you practicing the dance, he’s very curious.

“Whatcha doin’?” He peaks his head into the room and you quickly snap out of the position you were in.

“Nothing! Go!” You shoo him away with a smile, closing the door so you can finish practicing.

Kaminari has an idea of what’s going on.

So when you perform the dance for him, he’s aware and he knows what he’s expecting, but at the same time, he did not expect it at all.

The way your body moved and flowed with the music, you looked good, really fucking good.

“Shit.” Kaminari cursed, biting his bottom lip as you brought your leg back around, bouncing into the final split as you bounced up and down.

Kaminari’s never really seen you move like that before, but he knows now that he loves every second of it.

“What’d you think?” You ask, stepping over to him.

“I-It was good.” Kaminari had drool leaking from his mouth as he stared at you, his entire body threatening to short circuit.

“I’m glad you liked it.” You lean down and kiss his cheek, knowing that he was going to be smitten for you even harder.

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eijiro kirishima

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He’s heard the song maybe once or twice thanks to Kaminari. He likes the song and thinks it’s actually pretty good.

He doesn’t know there’s a dance for it, and he certainly doesn’t know that you’re practicing it.

So when you bring him into your bedroom and sit him down on the bedroom, he’s a little confused.

And when you start dancing, his faces turns a shade of crimson, very similar to the one he dyes his hair.

Your body moves swiftly, and Kirishima’s eyes never seem to leave you as he watches you dance.

From the way you move your hips, to the point of your toes as you kick into the split.

Watching you do something like that is impressive, Kirishima is impressed.

“Wow.” Kirishima utters as you rise to your feet, clapping your hands together with a big grin on your lips.

“Did you like it?” You question, excitement bubbling inside you. It’d taken hours, probably close to a few days in fact, of practice to nail it. And it was well worth it.

You felt sexy, and validated, and strong, and badass.

“I loved it. You did amazing.” Kirishima smiles, trying to ignore the heat on his face.

“You’re blushing Kiri.” You comment, teasing the red-head as you walk over to him.

“I’m not! I’m just...”

“Being manly. I know.” You kiss his cheek and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Are you tired?” Kirishima asked quietly, his large hands resting on your hips.

“Why? Do you have something in mind?”

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tamaki amajiki

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Tamaki is flustered just being around you. He’s a nervous kind of guy, granted he can swallow his nerves when he needs too, but generally speaking, he’s gonna be a blushing mess when you mention even holding hands.

It’s no surprise what this song does to him.

Between the loss of words, and the sheer heat that radiates off of the bright blush on his cheeks, he’s flustered.

Even more so when you begin to dance.

It’s not like he’s embarrassed of sex, or songs that mention it, he just happens to get flustered easily.

Especially when you dance. 

And you dance well.

He’s battling watching you or looking away and not trying to imagine the dance as anything more than a dance. It’s hard, but you wanted him to watch you. Why should he feel bad?

“B-bunny.” He stutters quietly as you transition into the split, popping your hips out, bouncing off the ground.

When the music fades out, he covers his face to hide the enormous blush on his cheeks.

“Awe, Tama-”

“Bunny. T-That was so beautiful.” He stutters, peeking through his fingers to look at you as you approach him.

“Thank you. Are you alright, your face is really red.” You peel his hands away and get close to his face, admiring your boyfriend up close.

“I-I’m fine. J-Just a little hot.” Tamaki gushes, looking away quickly.

“You don’t have to be so flustered about it, I wanted you to see me dance! It’s okay Tamaki.” You kiss his cheek and hold his hands, earning his gaze.

“Bunny.” Tamaki pulls you on top of him and you laugh at him for a second before admiring him even closer.

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mirio togata

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Ass man ass man ass man.

He literally sticks his ass out of a bush and you’re gonna tell me he isn’t-

He’s sold the second he hears the song, he already knows what’s about to happen because he’s kind of into the whole tiktok thing.

He watches in antcipation as the song plays, waiting for the moment you drop to the floor.

And he’s so into it. He’s grinning like an idiot, practically drooling over you as your hips move in ways he’d only ever imagined them to move.

More so, when you do the splits, he’s curious about how long you can do them for.

And when it’s over, he’s clapping.

“That was amazing, I had no clue you could move like that.” Mirio hus as you walk over to him.

“I’ve been practicing. I’m glad you liked it!” You smile, giving hin a short hug.

“Could I see those moves again sometime?” Mirio asks cheekily. You giggle and sigh.

“I guess I could teach you a little about them.”

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hawks/keigo takami

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This motherfucker.

He knew from day one what you were going to do. Just from hearing the song a little more often from your shared room, and the denial of him entering said room while it was playing-he caught on really quick.

So he did a little research.

And after watching a few videos of people dancing to it, he couldn’t fucking wait.

To see you do those moves? To see you move like that? Oh god he was foaming at the mouth.

He’d purposely try and spy on you while you were practicing, even daring to peep in from the window by flying outside of it.

But at the same time, he wanted it to be a surprise. He’d catch himself in the act of trying to watch you practice and he’d curse himself for being so impatient. Being patient was going to make the final experience even better.

And oh how happy he was to have waited.

Watching you pop your ass and move your hips, laying on the floor and bouncing your ass upward and even doing a split.

He was impressed.

And he was even more so, very intrigued.

“You gonna put all that training to use, Babybird?” Hawks’ sly smile and relaxed position on the couch made the comment that much more sensual.

With his arms stretched out over the tops of the cushions, and his legs pointed outward, you crawled and sat right between them, gazing up at him with bright eyes.

“You’d be lucky if I even let you sleep in the same bed with me tonight, horny ass.”

“Hey- I’m not even in season yet!”

“Shut it bird brain! You can test them out for yourself!” You joked as you got up, walking away from the winged man.

“Oh Babybird, you have no idea.”

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dabi

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Much like Hawks, this bastard is way too horny to not know what the fuck is going on when he hears the song WAP playing.

Even more when you practically beat his ass for barging into your apartment without knocking.

“I’m busy! What do you want?” You ask as you push him out of your bedroom, into the hallway toward the front door.

“I’m just checking in on my baby. Is that illegal?”

“Dabi, you’re literally a criminal-”

“A criminal of love baby.”

“Get out. I’ll text you if I need you dumbass.”

Back to practice, it’s tricky. The dance is very fast-paced, but you nail it. after way too many ice-packs and ‘fucking shit’s said later, you have mastered the WAP dance.

Around ten minutes after a ‘come over’ text, Dabi arrives to your apartment.

With candles set out, awaiting Dabi’s blue flames to light them and set the mood, you’re dressed simply in one of Dabi’s favorite outfits.

“Oh baby.”

“Light the candles and sit down.”

With no further questions, Dabi does as he’s told and takes a seat on the couch which he quickly notices is pushed back further than it usually is. Come to notice even more, most of your living room furniture is moved out of the way entirely.

When the music begins, you begin to dance as well, not wasting a second as the lyrics float into Dabi’s ears.

Watching your hips and your ass, Dabi is clearly interested in what you’re serving him. You look good too, but when you move like that, of course he’s going to be a drooling mess.

In a less sexual way, he’s impressed with your moves, he knows training is a big step to anything, so he wonders how hard you worked, and for how long, it took you to master this dance.

“Come here baby.” Dabi ushers for you to come to him with his pointer and middle finger after you finish dancing.

You take a seat on his lap and smile.

“We’ve already set the mood, why not continue? You could give me a private lesson on those moves you just did.”

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overhaul/kai chisaki

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He has no clue what you’re doing. You asked if you could show him something and now he’s in a room alone with you.

You’re setting up some music and he can’t keep his eyes off of you and the way you’re dressed. He was thankful he was alone in the room with you or he might’ve had to tell people to step out.

You were his angel after all, not anyone else’s.

When the music starts, his the tips of his ears begin to burn bright red. This music is raunchy and sexy, but he likes it. It’s got a good tune, and it’s empowering, and then he sees you.

You’re swaying your hips to the music until a certain point and you drop to the floor, popping your ass and grinding against the floor, dancing to the music erotically.

He’s impressed. Not as much that you’re dnacing on the somewhat dirty floor, but he’s impressed nonetheless.

“Angel, that was riveting.” Chisaki comments, his arms crossed over his chest. He can feel his pans becoming tight but he decides to ignore it.

“So did you like it? I worked extra hard on it.” You look so innocent as you approach him, your pink lips pursed and begging to be kissed as you stand in front of him.

“I loved it.” Chisaki nods, a smile rests on his lips under his mask unable to be seen.

“I could show it to you again up close if you’d like.” You hint at something a little more physcial which only stirs Chisaki more.

“That sounds like a good idea, angel.”

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tomura shigaraki

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I’m not sure if Tomura is a big tik tok guy. He’s into video games, and probably graphic novels too, but depending on his fyp, he probably won’t even get close to hearing the WAP song or know anything about the dance.

That being said, he’s gonna get annoyed if he hears “now from the top, make it drop’ one more time.

Currently wishing he could grip a sound wave and decay it.

But, when you pull him away from a video game, or say a meeting with league and sit him down in a chair in a dark room with some rather unpleasant lighting, maybe just enough to illuminate the two of you and nothing else, he’s confused, but also very interested in what you’re about to do.

And there’s that stupid line- ‘now from the top,’ and- you’re dancing.

His crimson eyes lock onto your figure as you dance, the growing urge to turn the music off suddenly dies as he watches you bounce and pop your hips.

The way your body moves, he’s addicted. Like you’re administering some sort of drug, he can’t look away.

When you lay on the ground and roll onto your back, spreading your legs as you roll into a crawl and then into split and continue to bounce your ass, he’s completely speechless.

The very definition of no thoughts, head empty.

And the aftermath of it all.

forget whatever the fuck he was doing before, forget the grudge he was holding against the lyric’ now from the top, make it drop’, forget the terrible lighting, he’s getting down to the bottom of whatever you just did.

“What was that?” Shigaraki ask, his hands daring to scratch at his neck.

“Did you like it?” You ask, batting your eyes at your flustered yet confused boyfriend.

“I liked it yes.” He mumbles, looking at you from the chair, you’re still sitting on the ground as he stands and walks over to you.

“You’re really flexible. Why didn’t you tell me that before?” He towers over you before squatting to your height.

“Meet me in my room in ten minutes.” He whispers.

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eraserhead/shota aizawa

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A man addicted to black coffee and funny cat videos on youtube has no knowledge of WAP or it’s current dance craze on tik tok. But do not let that discourage you.

After hearing the song a few times while you practice your dance, unbeknownst to him, of course, he might get a little curious.

You’re being secretive and it leads him to do a little research. Simply typing in a few lyrics, he finds the song and the dance shortly after.

He’s more or less very interested in what you might have to be doing. Because if you’re learning this dance, he might not know what to do with himself.

Sure enough, you come striding out of your shared room one day, wearing something cute for Aizawa.

“Got a minute?” You ask, pulling him away from grading papers. 

Sitting him on the couch, you step back and turn on the song, smiling as he watches you.

And watch you he does. From the second you kick your leg up, to the second you bounce your ass the last time, ending the dance.

His eyes never leave you. The way you crawl, the way you lay on the floor and pop your hips up, he’s not the least bit uninterested.

“Where’d you learn all that Kitty?” He asks, folding his arms over his chest, his long raven hair parted to watch you even better.

“From the internet. Why? Curious to learn it too?” You tease, crawling over to him.

“Only if you teach me.” He says slyly.

“You’re supposed to do the teaching not me.” You smile up at him.

“Is that how you want to play?” Aizawa smirks and crosses his leg, cutting you off from crawling between his legs.

“You tell me, Kitty cat.”

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masterlist

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hello! I hope you're having a good [Insert Time of Day].

I was wondering if you could do a continuation of the snippet where the villain is talking to their therapist, AKA the hero's mom.

Absolutely no pressure, especially since you just posted this and may feel burnt-out writing this plot at the moment.

Thank you, I really enjoy your writing.

part 1

The villain was struck by the hero’s appearance.

Their nemesis looked shocked. Not angry, just shocked.

“I got a call,” the hero said carefully. Even though the villain didn’t want to have this reaction, their heart clenched together at how the hero was balancing their body. As if they were practically waiting to fight the villain.

“Yes, darling. Sit.” The slow steps the hero took when they went into the living room were creating enough suspense to make the villain feel like they were about to get shot. How groovy.

“I got a call which said you were about to be kidnapped,” the hero pressed out between a forced smile and the villain wanted to melt through the polished parquet floor for even considering this would be a good idea. The hero would hate them for this.

“Well, darling. As you can see, I am not.” The therapist gave one of those smiles she would give to the villain after a session. A smile which reached even her professionally indifferent eyes but not quite indicated kindness. “You should sit down. There are a few things I would like to discuss.”

The villain looked at the hero briefly but avoided their gaze as soon as the hero looked into their eyes.

God, this was embarrassing. Didn’t this break a therapy-law or something? Forcing the patient to confess their feelings for their righteous and morally totally good counterpart in front of them? It would have been easier, probably, to sit this one out and simply annoy the hero with a computer virus.

Though the villain’s eyes were fixed on the wall behind their therapist, discerning the photos of the hero’s youth, they were aware that the hero hesitated. And though the villain knew their skin picking habit was terrible in every way possible, this was an emergency situation in which their anxiety could only be drowned by doing it. Just this once.

But could the villain truly blame the hero for their hesitation? After all, they weren’t too keen on living through this disastrous conversation, either.

Although the villain almost expected the hero to do anything but, they walked over and sat down next to them on the couch.

For some reason, the villain also expected them to try to put as much distance between them as humanely possible. But the hero didn’t seem to care. Their knee even brushed against the villain’s.

A torturing silence stretched between the three but the villain’s whole nervous system was alerted to a point of undeniable ridiculousness. They could have run a marathon with all the energy the hero’s touch had given them. They could have written a Nobel Prize-worthy essay. They could have started bungee jumping even though height triggered their fight-or-flight response.

They could have changed the world today. And all that just because the hero’s knee brushed against theirs.

On the other hand, the hero seemed just as composed as their mother. In fact, they were staring at her with a similar determination.

“I assume you have already met your nemesis before,” the therapist said — which made the hero pinch the bridge of their nose just like the villain was pinching the skin between their fingers — and sipped on her tea again. “They are my patient, in case you didn’t know.”

“No, mum. I figured.” There was something spiked in the hero’s voice. Something the villain couldn’t quite put their finger on. “I am not as stupid as you think.”

Woah. Woah.

“I never said you were,” the therapist answered without a hint of emotion.

“You imply it regularly.” The villain swallowed. They weren’t supposed to be here. They weren’t supposed to listen to this conversation. This wasn’t only going deftly deep, this was nimbly bottomless.

“I think I should—”

“No,” the hero interrupted the villain, their hand grabbing the villain’s thigh to stop them from standing up. “You stay.”

The villain obliged without protest and sank back into the couch, trying to ignore the hero’s grip. They failed gladly, though.

By now, their face must have been crimson.

“I don’t know what you are scheming. But you don’t get to play therapist for them anymore. My relationships are none of your concern and you will not put your overprotective mother instinct on this one and ruin everything again.”

For the first time in, well, in forever the therapist had more than one honest emotion on her face. Betrayal? Anger? Hurt? A tinge of everything, the villain guessed. As quickly as the pieces of her wall had crumbled, they rebuilt themselves right back into it again.

Confusion didn’t quite describe what the villain was feeling, so they turned to the hero’s reaction for help. Their nemesis looked pissed, even though they were always friendly. Always smiling, always laughing, always a bit quiet but not too quiet. Always.

And now, their ears were red and their squeezing hand on the villain’s thigh was strong when they were looking daggers at their mother.

“Darling, I am not sabotaging your relationships. This was a coincidence. I didn’t know they were the villain until today.”

“Sure, just like you didn’t know about my last lover’s self-consciousness which of course, you had to bring up somehow. You seem to like ruining my life. You cannot stay out of my business, can you?”

The villain was a bit too stunned to speak. Their therapist had always been nice and patient with them, just like the hero had been. To hear those accusations from the hero was…sad. Truly and unquestionably sad. And still, they knew they could have been manipulated by her without even noticing it.

A long sigh escaped the therapist’s mouth but it could have been easily misinterpreted as a sigh of disappointment.

“I know some things I have done in the past seem…dubious, darling. But that’s not true. I care about you. I want you to be happy.”

Suddenly, the hero’s fingers entwined with the villain’s. It was so quick, filling everything within the villain with more utter muddiness, that the villain didn’t know what to do with themselves.

“Nice that you think so. It would be also great to see you act on that promise. Whatever you told them, with whatever psychological trick you tried to convince them how broken they are, this was the last time. I’ve told you long ago how done I am with your selfishness.”

Ah, shit. This was becoming a therapy session between the hero and their mother. Apparently, they hadn’t talked in ages and the villain had just defrosted a terrible family burden. How awkward.

“Let’s talk about this,” the therapist suggested, shifting in her armchair. If the villain hadn’t known better, they would have said her voice was shaking. But that couldn’t really be, could it?

“No. I am done talking. You always want to fucking talk but never act.”

“Darling—”

“No, mum. Stop messing with my life.” The hero held up their index finger, their voice sharp. “That’s a warning.”

With that, the hero stood up, pulling the villain with them, and together they left their childhood home.

part 3

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Toki: A theif. Skwisgaar: Thief. Toki: Theif? Skwisgaar: I before E, except after C. Toki: Thceif. Skwisgaar: No.

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Murderface: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Nathan, not looking up from his book: Spear. Murderface: BLOCKED.

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Skwisgaar: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Toki's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

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Toki: Okay, help me please! Skwisgaar: Got two words for you. Toki: I bet they won't be helpful. Skwisgaar: Your problem. Toki: I was right

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Skwisgaar: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked... Pickles: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine! Murderface: In your pantry! Skwisgaar: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop? Pickles: Is your friend here? Skwisgaar, motioning to Toki: Yeah. Pickles, to Toki: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:( Nathan: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew- Nathan: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?! Nathan: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN Everyone else: No. Nathan, to Pickles and Murderface: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS Pickles: YAAAAAAAAY! Murderface: THE PRESTIGE!

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Skwisgaar: You're a loose cannon, Toki. Toki: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Nathan: I think you play by your own rules. Pickles: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Skwisgaar: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Toki: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Murderface is a loose cannon. Murderface: *smashes a chair*

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Skwisgaar: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? Toki: Rude. Nathan: That’s fair. Pickles: Not again. Murderface: Are you going to want this back?

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Skwisgaar: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! Toki: Tubular AF! Pickles: Mood to the max! Nathan, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. Murderface, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Skwisgaar: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Toki: I don’t know how to do that. Nathan: I don’t wear a watch. Pickles: Time is a construct.

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Skwisgaar: Dammit, Toki! Toki: What?! It wasn’t me! Skwisgaar: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Nathan! Nathan: Not me either. Skwisgaar: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Murderface: *whistles*

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Skwisgaar, about Toki: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Nathan: Are we stealing them? Pickles: New or used? Skwisgaar: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Nathan: Why are Skwisgaar and Toki sitting with their backs to each other? Pickles: They had a fight. Nathan: Then why are they holding hands? Pickles: They get sad when they fight.

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Skwisgaar: *Gently taps table* Toki: *Taps back* Nathan: What are they doing? Pickles: Morse code. Skwisgaar: *Aggressively taps table* Toki: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Skwisgaar: Toki, I'm sad. Toki: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Nathan: Pickles, I'm sad. Pickles, nodding: mood.

[signedaiko]

Can I request a mtmte Rodimus x shy reader?

👉👈 :3

Dance with me? [Rodimus x reader]

The reader is Human Feminine | MTMTE based

Recommended Song - Let's Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire

Trying to focus on the report I had to complete was becoming impossible. We were only a handful of hours past a terribly busy day, and unfortunately we suffered a few losses. Not many people were experiencing their best right now. The pounding music from below my room wasn't helping either. I knew everyone else was trying to get their minds off it with a 'celebration of life' dance but that was not an option for me. Much too dangerous for someone of my stature to step into a ring of drunken giant robots. Typing away a sentence at a time was all I managed to muster, and it was beginning to frustrate me to tears. I had to wipe a few away, wanting nothing more than to just sleep the agony off. "Y/N!" I tensed immediately, nearly dropping the little datapad I was using. After that little flight or fight response in disguise I calmed myself and set the device away, turning to the voice I needed to hear right now. "Rodimus." A weak smile creeped it's way onto my face. I would always be able to muster something up for my favorite bot on the whole ship. No doubt he was dealing with the brunt of the pain everyone shared right now. "You didn't get dinner, so I brought it for you." The kind captain sat a box next to me, it radiated with warmth and a nice smell. I opened it to reveal a nice assortment of my favourite foods, delicious. "I missed it?" My eyes scanned to the clock on my desk, "Oh my...I didn't realize the hour!" It was far past dinner, and by extension far past the time I was supposed to meet up with at his habsuite. We were supposed to have a date night before tomorrow... "Consider yourself lucky that I just can't help but adore you, sweet-cheeks!" aaand here comes the pet names. His servos lifted me with ease and I leaned in to give him a little peck on the cheek. I took out my eating utensils and pecked away at the meal, listening to him talk about his plans. I noticed an avoidance in any of the topics regarding today. I really was lucky to have him, but I wished I could do more to get him to open up about his deeper emotions. Rodimus seemed to sit in silence for a moment, basking in the attention I gave him regarding his ideas for the quest's continuation. It wasn't until I finished eating that he said anything more. "Why don't we do a little dancing?" Well that surely wasn't what I was expecting. "You know I don't- don't..." I found myself stumbling over my words as a new song began to play from below. It was one of my favorites from when I was younger! But, how? I could see a smirk play on his face, and I knew very well that he had planned this all out. I would have never expected him to do something so nice for me, but he was full of surprises. When I came back to my senses, I was placed upon an empty berth in the room, now much closer to his height. "No one else will know, it's just us." My heart nearly leapt, he really did know how to wiggle his way into my arms. He shamelessly began to dance along to the songs, and a laugh managed to escape me looking at his silly movements. I very slowly began to not along, tapping my foot to the intro of the song. It was then that an amazing idea came rushing back to me. "There's a dance to this you know, I used to do it all the time when I was just a kid!" He raised an eyebrow and watched me curiously. I moved my arms forwards and back in a clockwise motion, and began to spin with it on beat. Rodimus watched me for a moment before happily joining in on my rhythm, he seemed to be really enjoying it! Such a simple little dance, but it was so fun to do. I laughed watching him stumble his first few times by trying to keep up, and by the time the chorus passed I was all out of breath. "You got it!" I cheered, jumping up into his servo once he extended them to me. I couldn't help but continue to sway into the music all while he held me, continuing a small dance of his own design. "Earth music is so 'groovy'" He chuckled, I couldn't help but agree. Seems he had a new word he was going to use and abuse though! The thought amused me. All my

worries melted away, and we each relaxed into the beat and joyful connotations it held for the both of us. Maybe being up here wasn't so bad after all, I didn't like having too many eyes on me all at once. By the time the song ended, we each found a comfortable seat on the berth. He sat with his back up against the wall, his entire posture had changed since he entered my room. Then again, I felt the exact same. "Next time, I am so showing you this other dance." Rodimus hummed as he listened to my many ideas. He was glad you wanted there to be a next time, he would do anything to see you happy like that more often. In a likely manner, you were happy to see a genuine and personal him. Before much changed, another song flickered on. My eyes widened as I realized it was yet another nostalgic banger. The captain may have not planned this one out, but it was perfect luck that next time got to be so soon. ----------------

Requested by - Anon

Word Count - 1,000