#ddr’s ask box

[dancedance-resolution]

trick or treat :3

TREAT !!!!!! since you are a Film Guy here is one of my favorite film notes:

& an image of my coworker’s cat 😻😻🎃🎃

[yzzart]

⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content and part two is here!

── word count: 653!

⭑.ᐟ Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. — This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. — Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, — that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky — he never lets you keep in contact.

“thinking about you right now ;)” “Dante, you only left about 5 minutes ago…?” “painful, isn’t it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.”

⭑.ᐟ The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. — Well, that's his biggest weakness. — Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. — Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.

⭑.ᐟ He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. — you know this very well — However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.

⤷ The scene was…naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. — And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words — asking you to stay there, with him — and even without understanding, you obeyed.

⭑.ᐟ DDR — DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. — Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.

"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + “It was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?” + “I can’t believe you beat me at my own game?”

“Shut your pretty mouth, big boy.”

⭑.ᐟ You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. — There is no discussion about that. — Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. — Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.

⤷ “There’s not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesn’t cross my mind.” — Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. — “And every day, i’m sure she would adore you.”

⭑.ᐟ Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. — Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. — Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.

⤷ Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. — Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.

[earthsparked]

I’ve been a semi-frequent lurker for a few months and I just wanted to tell you how much I love your content. I have a hard time finding anything reader-insert for transformers that isn’t nsfw, and it’s even harder to find platonic stuff.

Not trying to judge the people who like spicy stuff, but I just want to be friends with the giant space robots and I’m glad there’s content for that :3

I want to hangout, not make out lol

Aw, thank you!! I'm so glad! I am really really happy others are enjoying! <333

Hanging out with the mechs would be so damn good. Once you get past the initial hesitation and introductions, and they figure out that having humans around is good for everyone, they'd be like First Aid. Setting up little human traps to lure you into spending time around them.

Drift's is a little austere but so cozy. He carefully selected seating in colors that are supposed to be calming. There's a shelf of poetry books, and some art supplies and adult coloring books, and blank notebooks so you can express yourself. He's adjusted the lights to be warm and not too bright.

Hot Rod's has a minifridge full of every kind of junk food imaginable, a giant pile of cushions all in his own colors, and an absolutely massive television with a bunch of game systems. The game systems have racing and fighting and football games (and Animal Crossing).

First Aid has several scattered around the medbay, all equipped with water bottles, fruit, earplugs (!!!) and noise-canceling headphones, and a white noise machine. A few weighted blankets, and some carefully selected memory foam beds. There's even canopies to shade out the infirmary lights and drapes you can close to feel enclosed and safe. At least one is tucked into the wall, and they're all carefully out of range of mech feet.

Ratchet does not have any. He gets swarmed by humans anyway.

Optimus Prime is never in one place long enough to maintain a human trap, but he has a sleeper cab that is tricked tf OUT with pillows and fairy lights and books. Minifridge is empty but he always gets groceries delivered if you're coming with him somewhere. There's even some "Learn To ____" craft kits with things like crochet and knitting supplies. And, because a human specifically asked for it, translations of Megatron's early revolutionary works. Talking with humans about it has been surprisingly healing...

Jazz has the most elaborate setup, created for a lot of people to hang out at the same time. He has a whole arcade with BeatSaber, DDR and those sit-on racing games, a stupid huge sound system, movie theater with giant couches you just sink into. There's a popcorn machine and a drink station. (Prowl is pretty sure Jazz just stole the contents of a movie theater, but hasn't been able to prove it.) There are also a bunch of music instruments if you want to play, or learn to play.

Prowl has a human-sized desk for working, a leather couch, the fastest internet you ever saw in your life, every single streaming service, and a coffee bar. It's very quiet, very simple, but you absolutely won't be bothered by anyone else. Prowl will probably not even acknowledge you. It's the ultimate for parallel play.

Bumblebee would rather kidnap you and take you on patrol to where ever you want to go, so he can get you out of the base. There's a whole world out there! He carries extra changes of clothes and shoes and some toiletries in case you end up staying out a long time.

Hound has a little oasis that's practically an indoor temperate forest. Lots of plants, a huge indoor pond with fish and a fountain, a bench to sit on and bask in the light from a skylight. He'd probably invite you to help tend the plants and fish. Offer you some fresh-grown fruit from the trees.

Wheeljack's is officially considered a health hazard. There's boxes and boxes of spare parts and tools to play around with, spare chemicals for experimenting, lots of science texts from Cybertron that he translated (poorly) into Earth languages. A fire extinguisher (Red Alert insisted) and a first aid kit (First Aid insisted). Though most of the time if you're around Wheeljack, he's going to draft you into helping with whatever he's working on, instead.

Bluestreak's is understated but pleasant. He has a hammock set up with a very, very soft blanket and pillow, and he got Sunstreaker to paint a night-time mural with accurate star patterns as seen from Cybertron. There's a few little games and fidget toys, beanbags to toss around, one of those sticky dartboards with fuzzy balls to throw. He also starts a collection of stuffed animals.

Bulkhead has every single Lego set. All of them.

Tailgate and Cyclonus (mostly Tailgate) have messy playthings like silly string, water guns, sculpting clay, finger painting. There's a giant ball pit.

Arcee has actual guns, and a vast array of knives and swords. You're about to learn self-defense whether you want to or not.

Swerve has the most wild karaoke setup you have ever seen, or ever will see, and a clothes closet full of designer outfits and accessories in every possible size and fashion for performing. You're going to feel like a superstar.

Brainstorm has a 40-ounce Big Gulp of soda placed under a cardboard box, held up by a precariously balanced stick, which is attached to a suspicious string that trails off into the distance. The Big Gulp is a holographic projection.

Rung has puzzles, both the flat kind you put together and the 3D kind you have to solve. There's different colors of sand and sculpting tools for expressing yourself in a zen garden. There's a giant plush teddy bear big enough for you to climb in its lap, and calming music. Aromatherapy in pleasant fragrances. Also, lots and lots of candy.

Whirl has alcohol and fireworks.

[marimayscarlett]

I just saw an ask about Richard hitting Till in Deutschland video, and that scene always made me extra uncomfortable.

I beg higher powers every day for Rammstein to one day release the making of because that entire video had to have been the most challenging one yet to make.

I remember one of them mentioning that during the recording of the song, they started reminiscing and telling stories that were never shared before from the DDR times.

Obviously you have the WW2 scene and that must've been an absolute mindfuck to wear those uniforms but then you have scenes like the one in the prison bstween Richard and Till and it always made me think - is this what Stasi did to Richard? That must've brought back bad memories. Hence, why, going back to the ask I saw (which wasn't even your ask lol) I don't think Richard would've been comfortable to actually, physically hit Till and especially in that scene.

Hi 👋🏻

Flake actually mentioned the following about the recording of the song (found here):

"When people want me to say something about 'Deutschland', I usually talk about the months, actually years, we spent sitting down as a band having heated discussions. Everyone of us expressed his opinion in detail. All of us talked about our experiences and feelings with respect to Deutschland. Some of us even told stories about themselves that I had never heard before. Sometimes all it takes is a theme like that to set us off and we end up getting to know one another more closely."

While it is of course very touching to know how deeply this topic brought the band members together, the quote also shows just how significant the entire subject was for the band — all of whom had personal experiences with Germany in various forms (which makes sense, since they all come from the GDR). So it’s likely one of the most personal songs the band has ever created, and with the video, they truly created a masterpiece. I think many people are longing for a making-of 🤲🏼

Regarding Richard and Till: there are two moments in which Richard hits Till. One is in the 1920s segment of the video, where Richard dominates the boxing match (x):

The other, which you're most likely referring to, is during the Weimar Republic/interwar period/hyperinflation scene, where Richard plays the role of a prison guard:

Apparently, Richard had a big problem with wearing the SS uniform, and as a German myself, I can absolutely understand that. No matter how well-tailored the uniform may be, it is tied to oppression, terror, and a deeply inhumane ideology.

While I can understand that scenes of violence like these may be uncomfortable to watch, it is 1) pure acting, and 2) likely necessary to include in order to reflect the historical conditions at the time — for instance when prisoners had virtually no rights and were at the mercy of those in power.

I believe that for both the song and the video, emotional sacrifices were made — personal, perhaps even repressed, feelings were brought to the surface, and there was a deep sense of vulnerability throughout.

Whether Richard went through something exactly like that with the Stasi, I don’t know — and I don’t want to presume. According to his own account, he was held by the Stasi as a prisoner for several days, interrogated, and beaten. And whether he would be willing to hit Till — I don’t know either. Honestly, I never even thought about it, because to me, it was purely acting. And sometimes you've got to perform things for the sake of acting and getting the point across.

He did, however, once mention in an interview — probably half-joking — that a proper fistfight in the studio might have resolved some problems (Rolling Stone 2011) 👀

[dandysworldhcs]

If the toons hosted a talent show!!! (Can be post or pre abandonment)

The judges would be Vee, Dandy and Shelly (very “mean judge, neutral judge, nice judge”)

I hc that shrimpo plays the guitar and Finn has a great singing voice, so they’d do a act together playing mcr or smth, but during practice Goob asked them if he could join and turns out hes really good on drums so they said yes

Looey would do juggling but 2 seconds in he gets booed and then one of those sticks would come from off stage and take him. Everyone would get really confused because they didn’t have anyone set up to do that (Connie. It was Connie)

Gigi would show off her sick ddr skills

Flutter would read out poetry she’s written, but it’s one of those jokes so despite being mute everyone starts tearing up

RnD would reenact parts of Shakespeares writing, but they were taking so long they were escorted off stage

Scraps trains pebble to do those fancy trick like jumping thru hoops and dandy is the entire time confused on when pebble learnt how to do that

Astro had signed up for the talent show but he overslept and missed the whole thing

Sprout and Cosmo were gonna do speed baking and since they couldn’t set up a whole kitchen on stage they did that in an actual kitchen with only the judges present cause of the small space, BUT the whole thing went so badly none of the judges explained what happened and that kitchen had to be closed off for a week

I think personally the runner up winners would be Shrimpo and the band, flutter and Gigi, but I have absolutely no idea which would actually win

🏳️‍🌈🐈‍⬛ lesbian furry anon (srry if I end up flooding the box a bit, I’ve collected a lot of hc…)

i think lesbian furry anon might be my most fav anon name of all time

[psiroller]

Self indulgent chilaios gamer au drabble. This takes place during Laios' first visit out to Chilchuck. They're in a long distance relationship.

tw: combat ptsd, sexual references, child abuse, the author's vaguely disguised attempt to cope

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Chil had claimed he'd wanted to keep things loose and relaxed on Laios' first trip out, but after a lazy afternoon spent rolling around on the couch on landing day Laios had shaken off the jet lag and seemed a little nervous. Happy, definitely, hopefully, but restless, bouncing his leg when Chil didn't have a hand on his thigh. Laios crept around the house like he was terrified to break something, even with frequent assurances that he could treat the place like his own. Chilchuck knew it would be weird for a day or two while they both adjusted, and maybe Laios needed something else to focus on other than Being A Boyfriend In Real Life.

"How's this, huh?" Chilchuck beamed, gesturing grandly to the rows and rows of overpriced, booze-stained game cabinets. "Everything's expensive as shit out here, but we have great arcades."

"We have Dave & Buster's on the east coast, Chil," Laios said. He held a blank expression for as long as it took for Chilchuck to frown at him.

"But I've never been," Laios laughed. Chil softened. "And I don't think we have them this... large."

"It's a little intense, right?" Chilchuck looked up at Laios, bumped his side with his elbow. "There's, uh, some shooters in here. Just so you know. It's all goofy alien and zombie shit, but if it's too much, we can hit the restaurant and leave."

"I figured," Laios shrugged. "I can kinda hear 'em already. It's alright. The sounds aren't realistic enough to set me off."

"Really? Even with the--the fake guns and stuff?"

"Those things look like Super Soakers to me," Laios chuckled. "And most games use, like, cannon sounds. Same with movies. They don't sound like the real thing. I'm kinda desensitized to it now, it's hard to avoid."

"Makes sense. But say something if it's too much, okay?" Chilchuck elbowed him more intensely, making Laios flinch to protect his tender kidneys. "I'm serious! I want you to say something. Don't sit on it."

"I will," Laios said. "Thank you, Chil."

Chilchuck fit his hand into Laios', who squeezed it, and led him around the machines so he could have a look. He wanted Laios to pick something out, but he had a feeling he'd have to pull the trigger first. All he could think of right now, though, was the opportunity to stand next to him. They had until midnight, the games could wait.

"So you've never been to an arcade? Not even, like, Chuck E. Cheese?" Chil asked. "I find that hard to believe."

"Nah. I've played cabinets before; there was a dinky little game section in the pizzeria we got to go to if our grades were good. It had, uh... House of the Dead and some dinosaur racing game where you smack the buttons really fast. I think we ended up breaking it, actually. We really liked that one."

Chilchuck grinned. "Yeah, I bet."

"Oh! And DDR!" Laios exclaimed, pointing out the flashing rave lights and scuffed metal dance pads. "My dad never let us play it, though. Too fruity."

"Too fruity?" Chilchuck asked, aghast. "What, like, dancing?"

"The dancing, the music, the everything," Laios sighed. He watched balefully as two skinny teenagers gripped the guide rails, their sneakers squeaking and stomping on the arrow inputs as their legs flailed to the frenetic beat of Love Shine. "But you know how it is with kids. Falin saved up her allowance and snuck out to Wal-Mart and got one of those shitty fold-up plastic mats so we could play it on the PS2." He smiled, rubbing a thumb over Chilchuck's knuckles. "When Dad would go out fishing on the weekends we'd pull it out from between her mattress and the box spring and we'd fight over whose turn it was to play. I was trying to save up to get one of my own so we could compete, but, uh. Dad caught on."

"Oh, Jesus," Chilchuck groaned. "I'm sure he was very reasonable about that."

"So reasonable," Laios laughed. "He cut it up with scissors while we watched."

"Huh!?" Chilchuck's eyes boggled out of his head.

"Hey, he told us not to do it," Laios shrugged. "We went against him. We knew it could've happened."

Chilchuck's eyebrows furrowed. "I get that, but... it's a toy. Falin bought the damn thing... it's not gonna make you... even if it did why would it..."

Laios looked down at Chilchuck, stewing in his righteous rage. "Hey, it's okay. It happened a long time ago, it's nothing worth--"

The moment the teens stepped down from the pad, jelly-kneed and sweaty, Chilchuck tugged Laios towards it hard enough that it nearly dislocated his shoulder.

"We're playing it."

"Chil!" Laios laughed. Chilchuck swiped his points card through the slot like he was trying to pull rent money out of it.

"Pick a song," Chil insisted. "Pick your favorite."

"I don't even remember the name!"

"Then we're going through the list."

Given that he'd only ever watched his girls play it, Chilchuck fared surprisingly well, but by the time they'd found the song Laios liked in his youth (some obnoxious Eurobeat song about cartoons that Puckpatti had also liked) Chilchuck's emphysema was starting to act up and Laios had sweat in his eyelashes.

"I would've dressed lighter if I'd known they had DDR," Laios said, fanning himself with a brochure and pulling off his flannel overshirt. "We gotta come back here before I head home..." He blinked down at Chilchuck, doubled over and wheezing. "... or maybe not."

"Nope," Chilchuck gasped. "We're coming back."

Laios hummed, stroking Chilchuck's back until his breathing evened out.

"You don't have to do that for me, Chil. You've done so much already."

"I want to. You're a guest, I want you to have fun, and... and I'm never gonna get the opportunity to kick your dad's ass, so I just have to undermine all of his hard work in raising you wrong."

Laios snorted. "It's for the best. I don't think you would win. That guy used to bench 300 before he slipped a disc."

"You've never seen me when I got something to be real mad about," Chilchuck insisted. He straightened himself out and pulled the sweaty backs of his pants out of the fold of his knee to dry. "And I have lower center of gravity. I could suplex him."

"Chil."

"Don't Chil me. You'd love to see it."

"I would," Laios admitted. "Do you wanna get something to eat? It'll give you a chance to sit down."

"That... that would be nice, yeah," Chilchuck breathed.

They took their time walking towards the glass panes that served as a partition between the arcade floor and the sit-down eatery. On the way, they passed a claw machine, the classic Sega UFO Catcher filled with knockoff plushies. Laios paused at the window, smeared with sticky beer fingerprints and cracked from a few heated gamer moments.

"Aw, they have a Winged Lion in there," Laios chuckled.

"Oh, really?" Chilchuck stepped back to look. Poking out between a lumpy Kirby beanbag and some wall-eyed Sonic the Hedgehogs was a horned lion with little felted wings, sporting a Dungeon Delvers tag on one floppy ear. Each of its many eyes was closed in a serene smile, little fangs poking out of rounded whisker pads. "Damn, that's crazy. Looks legitimate, too, judging by the tag."

"I didn't even know they made those," Laios said.

"They were really popular back in the game's heyday," Chilchuck said. "I think they're starting to churn out merch again now that the game's been updated." Chilchuck looked between Laios and the plush. "Do you want it?"

"Oh, that's okay!" Laios said, waving his hands. "I-I could just look for one on eBay or something if I really..."

Chilchuck squinted. "Laios. Do you want the plushie?"

"I don't want to waste your credits! And I'm a grown man!"

"That's not a 'no'."

Laios bit his lip and looked away. Chilchuck waited for him to crack, but all he got was terse silence.

"Well, if you're worried I'm gonna blow all our credits trying to get it, don't," Chilchuck said as he whipped out his card. "I'm the best there has ever been at claw games."

"C'mon, Chil, they're all rigged," Laios said, hopeless.

"Sounds like bad sportsmanship to me," Chilchuck sniffed. The UFO catcher sang a cheery tune as the credits processed, coming to life. The joystick clicked as the lock came off and Chilchuck twirled it around, trying to get a feel for the responsiveness. "Also, I have three girls," he said, more seriously. "If you want to get away from one of these without some kind of nuclear-grade tantrum, you learn how to get good at 'em."

Chilchuck maneuvered the claw arm directly above the lion plush, patiently waiting for it to swing to a stop.

"The UFO catchers are a bit tricky because they only have the two tongs on the grabber," Chilchuck continued, "I prefer the smaller three-prong claws, they're more reliable, but the general strategy is the same. You want to look for a pinch point. On the Winged Lion, obviously, it's his fat head."

Laios came in close to Chilchuck's shoulder to watch. Chilchuck wiggled the arm back and forth in minute adjustments until he was satisfied.

"He's got those horns... they look flimsy so I don't think it'll be much of a problem, but since he's sitting at a crooked angle I think I gotta put a little English on it anyway."

Chilchuck swung the claw back and forth and hit the button. The tether continued to swing pendulously as the claw lowered. Laios held his breath, his mental calculations all pointing to failure, only to gasp as the grabber snatched the lion around the throat. The tether briefly went slack and the claw threatened to slip, but as it rose, the Winged Lion came with it. The claw ferried the lion to the chute; as it crossed the threshold, the plush slipped. The two grown men cried out in anguish, startling a few families around them; luckily, the lion landed halfway over the rim of the plastic chute, and the plushie's fat head was enough to tip it into the hopper.

"No way," Laios gushed. Chilchuck smugly retrieved the plushie from the door, having to tug a little bit, and held it out to Laios. "On the first try? You're going to get us kicked out for cheating the house!" Do you count cards too?"

"Just take the damn thing. Now you can't turn it down without being an asshole. You're welcome."

"Thank you," Laios said, hushed and reverent as the lion was pushed into his hands. The minky fur felt cloudlike under his rough fingers. The mane was fluffy like the hair on the plastic horses Falin always wanted but never dared ask for, and would likely need care to stay soft. The wings had wires in them to allow for posing. It even had an extra set of oversized paws behind the first.

Chilchuck turned the tag in his fingers, looking at the front and back. "Oh, wow. This might be a first edition."

"Wait, like this is part of the original run?"

"The copyright says 1999," Chilchuck said. "The new ones have serial codes on 'em to verify."

"How'd it end up in a SoCal arcade, then?"

"Beats me. You'd have to take it to an appraiser, but you could probably get some good money for that thing if it's real. I saw a mint condition Red Dragon going for around two grand."

"Two grand!?"

"That was after a few months of bidding," Chilchuck shrugged. "It would be worth a shot."

Laios looked down at the plushie's stitched eyes, curled in a cat smile.

"Nah," Laios said, hugging it to his chest. "This guy's staying with me."

[phightingaus]

Lemme yap about the theater au rn, please give name ideas for practically any of my aus im not creative enough for that:

Since Coil is one of the newer actors he hasn't learned the DDR(don't disrespect the requisite) rule so there was one time Steampunk beat the s**t out of him with a piece of foam for breaking the very expensive Sunburst helmet.

Pwnatious practically never get out of their office, and when they do to get their jar of black tea leaves it's like watching a dragon wake up from a 100-year long nap to drink some water. They are very cranky during that so everyone learned to just not interact with this anger-issued mofo. The only person who manages to strike a conversation is, surprisingly, Traffic.

Ghosdeeri isn't a biological computer this time around since deities aren't real, but she has really, REALLY good memory. Like, one time she gave Boombox a record player album of an unpopular indie band, he had no idea she knew about it and asked. The answer was: "Oh you mentioned it at 3:52 PM after the third act of our sci-fi play finished and you said how the beat of our melody matched 'song that might play when encountering a squid' "

Icedagger as I mentioned in the first post about this is sometimes invited for propmaking along with Illumina, but he's scared of pretty much everyone. He frequently messes up WIPs because someone will enter without knocking. Same thing sometimes happens with Dollmaker

Mx Bot leaves easter eggs on the ticket selling website and the theatre's social media. It has created a small community of people who try to seek out every single one. There's a ton of easter eggs and not half of them were found yet.

Spray Paint is never fully awake and will fall asleep at random(for reference see the SmokeeBee video), so you could frequently find the guy asleep on the floor, on top of storage boxes, in a storage box and practically anywhere, likely cuddled up with a random object. Such objects include foam props, wood props, metal props, pillows, people's coats and rolls of bubble wrap.

I am reclassifying Rainbeau into the ticket person. He's still the mailman we know and love and does ticket selling part-time.

Banhammer, Katana, Shuriken and Skateboard are usually the main culprits of breaking props. Banhammer and Katana are because of their pretty large builds they might not notice that they chipped off a piece of a prop. Shuriken and Skateboard are because one climbs everything no matter how unstable it is, and the other can and will use the stage as a skatepark. The management is not happy with it.

Rocket almost beat up Valk after reading through the scenario of the pirate play and realizing there's a kiss scene between captain dolphin and sir edward. Valk kinda thought him and Sword were dating and was too impulsive at writing to ask(oopsies). Oblivious swocket my beloved <3

Medkit and Vinestaff are also paid for their secondary roles as the emergency medics.

Paint Buckét will yell at the actors in french if they don't sit still while she's doing their makeup.

Chigrafts were turned into marketable plushies that are sold at the theatre's gift shop. Kudos to Dollmaker for that!

Firebrand sometimes bakes cookies for the staff as thanks for their work. He bakes Dom extra because the guy can't get enough of these things.

Dom once hosted a DND oneshot for the staff who wanted to participate. Ended in chaos and breaking all the dice.

i mean like "the world is a stage" is right there?

okay could some1 animate that( or at least an animatic, if your 1dering: the coil getting beaten the shit out of him thing)

100 year old teapot

uh i wonder what that would sound like? "suh dude more black tea?" "why yes delinquent"

yeah i guess

well dang

make them all part of a spooky scary arg where the only scary part is jumpscares

damn, wait does graffiti play pranks on him while he is asleep

yeah i guess that fits him

perfect

i uhhh- what?

yeah that makes sense (if we mash two aus together if my buildergrafts were here, there would be no point for a prop dept)

yeah

i think that he probs shouldn't give dom any cookies (i genuinely can not have anything that should be served in peaces cause i will eat it all like popcorn and then need more)

HOW???

[machlover54666]

i’m the notes from guitar hero

also play: ddr!

why are the NOTES in my ask box 😭

[wallet6464]

omg don't do all of these but i have like a billion faves in the game so::: do u have any headcanons for von kaiser, disco kid, great tiger, don flamenco, bald bull, soda popinski, or super macho man ?? LONG ASS LIST u can choose just one idgaf but i would love to hear about it :3 🩷

I WANNA DO ALL OF THEM NGL!

(Also having a billion faves is so so real)

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Ngl half of these are my favs so this will be really fun. Here are some I can think off:

Von kaiser:

-Since he is a little old for boxing he is thinking of jobs to do alongside being a boxing teacher. Him and king hippo have like little dad meeting about it and try to find the best job for kaiser

-In his prime I imagine he was in the major circuit and has befriended bear hugger (he already knows hondo from hondo's minor circuit days!)

-Loves watching movies to death (will never watch them around anyone tho) his fav genre is probably romcoms .

Disco kid:

-collects Barbies and has the most AMAZING dream house ( plays like little girls with Heike meaning stuff like Ken and Barbie divorce)

-has his whole garage as just a dance studio for him and his dance squad: like full on working disco ball, lights big ass stereo ect ect

-plays bingo with old ladies and then Goes to church with em (THANK YOU CAMI FOR FOR THIS ONE)

Great tiger:

(I have done so many tiger ones but I will do more)

-world's worst cook will blow up the kitchen and has gained a love for his local restaurants because of it!

-hondo took him to Japan he found ddr and that's all he did for a solid week (dw just him not clones)

Hondo is still better then him

-his bed is FULL of plushies and stuffed toys (60% are Tigers) his favourite tiger plush Sleeps right in the middle when he is at work

Don flamenco:

-is addicted to wearing those dad floral shirts you look in his closet and there is at least 15

-goes to THE MOST expensive spa place he likes twice a week (it’s MANDATORY no questions not exceptions)

-definitely vague posts about ppl online

Bald Bull:

-has a lot of creating pastimes as he is low-key scared the press can find stuff out about him from his phone (he not that wrong tbf)

–referencing the last one has gotten really good at clay models and makes little sets (for example a barn with bulls and cows)

-found out that vhs tapes can’t be tracked so watches various shows on those!

Soda popinski:

(OMG I HAVE ALMOST NONE FOR SODA WHAT? TRY MY BEST THO)

-a menace at table football no one has ever won again him

-definitely made bathroom supply potions as a kid (he still would don’t remind him that he can)

-makes the Russian soda company’s millions by existing that man is worth like what 100 mil?

Super Macho Man:

(My phone has his name autocorrected now lol)

-IRL LIVE STREAMER (don’t argue I’m right)

Does it on tik tok and is SOOO obnoxious sometimes definitely asks those dumb street questions

-can’t do basic maths like

“What’s 4 x 7”

Smm: “47”

And then would act as if he was right and start flexing (there is a reason he doesn’t manage his finances lol)

-on those fake reality tv shows so often and he wants to host his own for the wvba (foreshadowing a future post)

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I FINALLY FINISHED EM sorry I responded a bit late but here they are!! Thanks for the ask Buggy!!

(@oohbuggypie )

[nokingsonlyfooles]

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Been distracted by current events and guilty for lack of productivity, but you're not gonna look at it if I don't keep bothering you!

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And you get a sample, under the cut! Let's see, what am I feeling proud of today...?

[How about something from Meet the Roll-A-Dance, my narrative-form cast intro. You can meet most of the main characters this way! And see how they play Steampunk DDR!]

“All right,” Hyacinth said, stepping onto the dance pad. “I’m not going to be good at it, but I know how to do it, so I’m going first. You all have to play,” she informed them, pointing a finger. “Except maybe Mordecai.”

Mordecai snorted and folded his arms across his chest. “What, because I’m old?”

“Because you don’t breathe very well and I’m afraid it might kill you. But yes, also, you are old.”

“You’re not exactly young, Hyacinth.”

“No, but I have regular meat lungs that work better than yours.” 

“And whose fault is that?” he cried.

She tipped up her nose. “Furthermore, I am more than willing to humiliate myself to have a good time — which is not required, but helps.”

There were a few snickers from the group of them, Sanaam and the kids especially.

“Okay!” she said. “Don’t stand on the frame. Stand on the buttons, the left and right buttons. When two arrows come up at once, you have to jump and hit both. You need to hit the arrows when they come up to the line. They follow the music. This looks like a newer machine, so they’ll probably light up and disappear. Songs are here, difficulty is here.” She left it on Normal, her pride would not allow her to dial it back to Easy. She had played these things before, damn it. “I think that’s all, but it’s been a while since I’ve played. If I remember anything else, I’ll say it.”

She selected “Nina, Pretty Ballerina.” A simple tune of five notes played as a metal arm bearing a thick scroll of paper slid into the gaping space at eye-level and spooled from bottom to top. A thin gold wire across the top of the page flickered to light.

Nina, Pretty Ballerina — ABBA was printed at the top of the scroll. The paper began to roll. One of the boxes lit up with a ping. Sing Along! it advised.

“You are forbidden from singing along,” Hyacinth said quickly. She was trying to remember the damn thing after maybe thirty years. She did not require vocal accompaniment, especially a goofy-ass song like “Nina, Pretty Ballerina.”

There were rectangular punches on the scroll, lyrics, and arrows. When the punches reached the top, the band organ cranked up and cheerfully began to play. There were drums, whistles, a xylophone and the organ itself available, as well as various sound effects, such as the boo and a cheer. The arrows were magicked and they glowed. When they reached the gold line, they flashed and vanished.

Oh, my damn dress, Hyacinth thought, as she landed two steps and flubbed a third. It wasn’t as bad as some of the numbers David had put her in, but it was ankle length and it interfered when she picked up her feet. She hitched up the skirt in both hands, then rolled it into her left and held it against one hip.

Boo! the machine admonished her, regardless, blinking the sign.

“You hear it?” she said breathlessly, grinning.

Sanaam was grinning back at her, he nodded. Milo was rocking back and forth with a vague smile; he liked the music. Lucy was dancing in place with a big smile; she liked it too. Maggie and Calliope were watching the scroll, Erik was watching her feet. The General had her arms folded and was examining the ceiling.

Mordecai said, “It’s deliberately annoying.” He winced as she missed another step. “And flat.”

“I told you!” she cried. The Boo! sign was blinking regularly now, warning her against further errors. Aw, come on, she thought. Let me finish! I’ve almost got it!

Boo! The sign lit up solid. The roll spooled rapidly to the top and ejected.

“Crap!”

She got a smattering of applause. Mordecai and the General abstained. Lucy was particularly enthused. “Play it again!” she demanded.

Hyacinth bowed. She shook her head and threw down the skirt of her dress. “I’ve had my turn. Someone else try.”

“I wanna!” Lucy cried, lifting a hand.

“Well, you might be a little short for it, but okay…” Hyacinth read off the songs for her.

“‘Butterfly’!” said Lucy. “I want that one!”

Hyacinth punched it in. “B… 6…”

Lucy had absorbed that you needed to push the buttons and look at the arrows. Everything else had gone over her head. She also did not seem to notice that the machine was chastising her. She smiled the whole time. Calliope also smiled the whole time. Everyone else winced. The machine gave her twenty seconds of missing every single step before it ejected the roll.

“Aw, it’s so fast,” she complained. “Can I go again?”

“Everyone gets one song,” Hyacinth said, helping her down. “To start. You can have another later if you like.”

“Okay…”

Milo had a go next. He wasn’t familiar with most of the songs, but he did like that first one. He selected “Intermezzo No. 1.” It was by the same group. Also, it had a number in it. The scroll slid into place. Sing Along! did not light up for this particular piece.

He stood on the left and right arrows and considered the scroll.

That’s a little stiff. It needs oil.

So, what am I looking at here?

The punches were for the band organ. Vertical axis for timing, horizontal for which note and which instrument. Simple enough. But some of the punches weren’t playing.

Is that supposed to happen? Did I screw up?

“Milo, you’re supposed to hit the arrows,” Hyacinth said.

Milo frowned. This music was unpleasant.

Oh, wait, I see. The punches it plays are contingent upon the arrows. If the arrows are entered incorrectly, then this set of punches engages. Correct entry plays a completely different set.

“Was he not here when I explained about the arrows?” Hyacinth muttered aside.

It’s meant to be unpleasant. The arrows are…

The scroll spooled and ejected.

Excuse me, I was looking at that!

Milo selected “Intermezzo No. 1” again. The scroll slid into place and began to roll.

Okay. I get it now. This is all code. The punches are code for the machine and the arrows are code for me. We’re supposed to compliment each other. It’s playing the music so I have an auditory cue for when to enter my part.

“Mordecai, do you think he’s hypnotized or something?” Hyacinth said.

If I enter my code properly, it will reward me with nice music. Let’s see, that means jump, and that means turn in a circle. Ah! And the arrows with trails on them are sustained. This is easy! I don’t have nearly as much to do as the machine!

The scroll spooled and ejected.

Milo selected “Intermezzo No. 1” again.

“Auntie Hyacinth, he’s had three plays,” Lucy said.

“He’s not playing,” Hyacinth replied.

Milo started to play. For the first little bit, he kept glancing down at his feet, but that threw off his timing so he quit it. The buttons were pretty darn big, anyway. It was supposed to be easy for him. It was a game. He landed his first jump partway on one of the spaces between the buttons and frowned at himself. He was disappointing the machine. He pulled back his shoulders and tried to be a little more machine-like himself.

Up. Down. Left. Right. Eighth note. Quarter note. Oh! The different beats are different colours! This is so simple. It’s telling me everything I need to know.

Except where the buttons were, but if he metered his motions and paid attention, they were no trouble either.

“Holy shit, he’s good at it,” Hyacinth said softly. This wasn’t a thing you were meant to be good at. You were meant to be sort of mediocre at it and just frustrated enough to keep feeding it coins.

The cheer engaged.

Hey! All right! Best possible code version!

What a nice machine. With all the information and the feedback, it was like it was holding your hand the whole time. He nailed the rest of the song, despite the code’s occasional playful attempts to get him tangled in his own feet.

When the roll ejected, it applauded him.

So did his friends.

He smiled.

That was really fun! I like doing code! Why am I tired?

He had just been pushing buttons the whole time. They weren’t even that far apart.

It’s rather fast, Milo.

He subtly shook his head. Ann, I work on an assembly line. Don’t talk to me about fast.

Calliope took his hand to help him down and she wrapped both arms around his waist. “That was really cute,” she told him. She planted a light kiss on his cheek.

He gazed longingly at the machine. Aw, I want to go again.

But, maybe breathe first. Maybe breathe for a while, actually.

Maggie wanted to hear “Butterfly” as it was meant to be played – not in punishment mode. She commandeered the pad next and selected the song. She was good enough to keep it from ejecting immediately, but she still lit up the Boo! sign at regular intervals. It did not help that Milo kept leaning in, pointing at the scroll, and saying NO LOOK NO LOOK, like she didn’t get she was supposed to be doing the steps on the scroll.

“I see it, Milo!” she snapped finally, and that got him to back off. She got through the song, but the machine was not overly impressed with her. It did not applaud. Yeah, well, screw you too. She offered it a sign of her own.

“Magnificent!” the General cried.

“What?” said Maggie. “What do you want me to do? Apologize to it?”

“Apologize to Lucy and Calliope!”

Maggie sighed. She dropped a sarcastic curtsy, with her fingers plucking empty air above her trousers. “I am so sorry Miss Otis and Miss Otis. I will warn you the next time I intend to be rude so that you may avert your sensitive eyes.”

“S’all right,” Calliope said.

“Huh?” Lucy said.

“That thing is a bad influence,” the General muttered.

Grinning and nodding, Hyacinth replied, “It’s meant to be!”

[You can, of course, read the whole thing at the site and meet everyone!]

[sunshinelulusplatoon]

("Squirms in excitement and giggles.")

(Sage said I could post it, so here it is!)

The sound of pacing could be heard down the hallway of the Entra house.

Back and forth, back and forth, Lutarna was biting her thumb as she was lost in thought; frustration on her face.

“I could make dinner or I could buy out our favorite restaurant for the night. I have the money,” Lutarna spoke as she continued to pace.

Lulu was sitting on the floor in her room, bouncing Seth on her knee as Collin slept. Seeing her sister pace across her door once more, Lulu rolled her eyes and sighed.

“I’m sure whatever you do sis, he will like. I’m pretty sure he will say yes,” Lulu called out.

“It’s got to be perfect though. Not over the top. Something his style,” Lutarna groaned as she stopped at Lulu’s doorway.

“His style is color, games, and cleaning,” Lulu replied with a snort, “Dude, just slip the ring in an ice cream cone from Gir. I’m sure he’ll like that.”

“AND WHAT IF HE SWALLOWS IT???” Lutarna questioned with panic.

“Shuuuush!” Lulu huffed, not wanting to wake Collin up, “Once again, you are overthinking things. What did your other self say?”

“To not over thinking it and go with the flow. People who truly love each other will be happy with what life throws at them,” Lutarna sighed.

“Collin never gave me a ring nor did I want one. He just asked me,” Lulu remarked, “Do something you two like and then just be straight forward about it.”

Lutarna sighed.

“I...I just want it special..but maybe you’re right. I just don’t know what to settled on,” Lutarna remarked; crossing her arms and looking defeated as she hung her head low.

“HEY!!!”

Both blinking, the twins turned towards the open sliding door that led to the front porch as they spotted Pixie rushing down the hill. Jumping and hopping over the porch railing, Pixie was catching her breath as the girls looked at her.

“Waz up?” Lulu asked.

“Puzzle ‘huffs’ Puzzle ‘huffs’ Arcade is having ‘huffs’ a double ticket night ‘huffs’ tomorrow,” Pixie replied.

Lulu blinked before eyes going wide and looking at Lutarna.

“Hey!!! That’s perfect!” Lulu spoke in excitement.

“How so?” Lutarna questioned.

“Crane games!” Lulu chuckled.

Lutarna was confused.

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Inviting Gideon over to hang out with them, the crew entered Puzzle Puzzle Arcade as Lulu and Joey were dressed up for the DDR rounds; Collin staying home with Seth. Hannah, Coraline, and Pixie were dressed in more party attire while Lutarna and Gideon were in the usual colors and pastel combo. Butterfly clips and face stickers on, Lutarna wanted to look as casual as can be as to not alert Gideon on what was going on. Arms wrapped around him, she was being her usual clingy self; hand tugging on Gideon’s takoroka windbreaker jacket as she smiled at him.

Earlier today, the twins with Pixie arrive at the arcade to tip the owner to let them play out their plan. Setting up the DDR machine, usually only running on Saturdays, Lulu and Joey were to be distractions for the crowd so nobody could see Pixie sneak into the crane game.

“Alright folks, let’s shred some steps and get this night rolling,” Joey laughed.

“We just got here and you already want to break high scores,” Hannah laughed, “That’s my Joey.”

“Hey, tonight is about fun! What better way than to show off skills,” Lulu chuckled.

“Hey, I need to run to the restroom real quick,” Gideon spoke, “We can start on skii balls after.”

“Sounds good,” Lutarna hummed as she let Gideon go.

Watching him head to the back, Pixie and Lutarna took the opportunity. Slipping a small box out of her purse, she handed it to Pixie.

“DON’T LOOSE THAT!!!” Lutarna huffed.

“Relax!” Pixie replied with a wave of her hand before poking Lutarna in the side, “I got this. By the end of tonight, you will be an engaged octoling.”

“I hope so,” Lutarna sighed.

Slipping it into her pocket, Pixie headed towards the arcade machines as Lutarna waited for Gideon to come back. Finally spotting him, she waved as she pulled some lollipops out of her bag.

“I forgot I had these,” Lutarna hummed as she handed one to him.

“Sweet. Thanks. Let’s hit those skii balls,” Gideon hummed as he took the lollipop from his girl.

Spending the first two hours on the skii balls, the two racked up a good bit of tickets as the two arrived at the counter.

“Oh! Honey Bunny! Look, they got turftable cards!” Lutarna pointed out.

At the bottom of the glass case for prizes was a box with packs in it. Both growing bright smiles on their faces, the two turned in their tickets for them. Buying the ten packs left, the two opened them up at a table.

“OH, HOLO BIG MAN!!” Lutarna remarked excited, “Honey Bunny, you’re missing this one right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take from your collection,” Gideon replied with a chuckle.

“Nooo, take it,” Lutarna huffed and whined as she waved it in his face, “I know you were trying to make a deck with one. I’ll get mad if you don’t.”

Giving a laugh, Gideon took the card as he slipped it into one of the open packs.

“Fine, but I owe you a milkshake for it,” Gideon chuckled.

“I kiss will do,” Lutarna hummed.

Looking a little nervous, Gideon got up as he came over and taking a second, took hold of Lutarna’s lips. Sweet, simple, Gideon pulled away as Lutarna hummed and giggle.

“Alright you, we spent all our tickets on those. What do you want to hit next?” Gideon asked.

“I did hear there is a new pinball machine. Some medieval style,” Lutarna remarked as she pointed towards the machines.

“Sounds good,” Gideon replied as he held a hand out for her.

Smiling, she took his hand, before grabbing his hold arm, before leading the way; Gideon slighty a nervous mess again as he was dragged towards the machines. With distance from the counter, Lulu came up as she paid the owner the rest of the money for the night. Giving a salute, the owner went to the back to get the DDR machines on.

Seeing the lights go on and Lulu and Joey moving towards them, many of the kids and teenagers there stopped what they were doing to go watch the local masters go at it. Five minutes in and chanting could already be heard.

“Huh, wasn’t expecting them to turn the DDR machines on today,” Gideon remarked as he started to hear the crowd, “Lulu sure knows how to get people to show up.”

“Ha, that’s just sis. Brings in business though. We live off of music and what better way to promote than to show moves on the floor; well Dance Dance Revolution in this case,” Lutarna chuckled.

Switching between the three rounds, the two racked up a good score as Gideon moved onto a space version. Leaning on his shoulder, Lutarna looked towards the crowd as everybody’s interest was on Lulu and Joey. Taking it as opportunity, Lutarna spotted Hannah, Pixie, and Coraline. Texting them with her head phone, she watched as their phones went off and the girls looking at them. Heads looking around, they spotted Lutarna as she motioned her head towards the crane games. Giving smiles and thumbs up, the girls went to work. Waiting on Pixie, they watched as she found the center crane game, having been tweaked a little for intended purposes, as Pixie slide in through the prize door with the box in tentacle. Ducking down into the stuff animals as an octopus, she gave a tentacle wave to signal she was ready.

Seeing the signal, Hannah and Coraline came over as Lutarna went back to watching Gideon’s game; acting casual.

“Hey you two! How’s the pinball going?” Hanna asked as she leaned over the game machine.

“Pretty good. I like this one’s controls better than that new one,” Gideon replied with the lollipop in his mouth; having pulled it out when he started the game.

“Yeah, that’s new machines for yah. Got to wear the parts down for them to feel smoother,” Coraline shrugged, “Oh hey, did you guys hear?”

“Hear what?” Lutarna questioned.

“So, they added a new prize box in the pink crane game the other day. Owner says it’s something real special though nobody has pulled it yet. Heard if you get it, it’s worth a lot of tickets,” Coraline spoke.

“Oh, really? Huh, wonder what it is,” Gideon spoke as he lost his last pinball, “Maybe it’s a bike or something.”

“Maybe. Owner said it was just something worth a lot,” Coraline shrugged.

“Oh, Honey Bunny, you should try,” Lutarna remarked as she pressed her hand against his arm, “Everybody’s eyes are on sis and Joey so nobody should be bothering us to try after us.”

Scratching his head, Gideon gave a pout.

“I don’t know. I’m okay with those game but they do cost actual quarters,” Gideon remarked with concern.

“We can lend you some. We were going to play some ourselves but none of the plushies interest us,” Hannah replied.

“Yeah, that pink shark that was in there last week is already gone, so I got nothing worth it,” Coraline sighed with a hand wave.

“You sure?” Gideon questioned.

“Hey, you should at least win something nice for your girl,” Hannah teased.

Rolling his eyes, Lutarna having given him a fresh hair cut this morning, and giving a huff, Gideon shrugged.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he finally replied.

Lutarna was ecstatic as she gave him a cheek kiss; Gideon slight blushing as he rubbed his other cheek with his finger.

Leading the way, the couple found the said machine, Pixie ducking back down before being noticed, as Hannah and Coraline handed some quarters over to Gideon. Popping one into the machine, Gideon looked towards Lutarna.

“If I was a special prize, where would I hide?” Gideon asked.

Looking like she was thinking, Lutarna replied, “Probably in the middle but towards the back. Might have to move some plushies out of the way.”

Giving it a thought, Gideon gave a nod in agreement as he started to move the crane around. Following his movements, Pixie helped move the stuff animals slightly to help Gideon move them; letting the crane grab a teddy bear after two rounds to entice Gideon to keep going. The bear dropping out of prize shoot, Gideon handed it to Lutarna as she happily took it; planting another kiss on his cheek.

“Maybe move that blue hedgehog out of the way. It’s covering a big portion of that back,” Coraline suggested.

“Yeah, I can try,” Gideon replied as he put another quarter in; still flustered by Lutarna.

Once again, with Pixie’s help, Gideon was able to move the stuff animal somewhat out of the way.

Looking annoyed as his mouth twitched, Gideon saw only two quarters left.

“Two more tries,” Gideon remarked.

“It’s okay if I only get the bear,” Lutarna hummed, “I’m just having fun being with you.”

“Yeah, same here. I feel..safe and comfortable with you. I can be myself with you,” Gideon replied before blushing, rubbing the back of his hea, “Sorry, that was weird to say.”

Shaking her head, Lutarna smiled bright.

“No, not at all. I’m glad you feel the same,” Lutarna hummed.

Grabbing onto him again, Lutarna use a tentacle to tell Hannah and Coraline to go away as the two turned back to the machine; the two quietly backing away when the couple wasn’t looking.

“Hey Honey Bunny?” Lutarna spoke.

“Hmm?” Gideon questioned, taking his time to think on where he wanted to move next.

“You know I’m happy with you right? Like, really happy. Like would want to spend the rest of my days with you happy,” Lutarna began to speak.

“Yeah, I-uh, kind of caught onto that. You’ve seen me smell the laundry and haven’t walked away yet, so figured you were in the long run,” Gideon joked.

“And you seen me drink bleach and not want to run,” Lutarna joked back, “But I do mean it. I wouldn’t mind spending my days coming home and you know, the house being nice and clean. Maybe you in the kitchen washing dishes or just vacuuming,” Lutarna remarked as she scooted around and wrapped her arms around his waist; placing her head against the back of his neck.

Making his next move, Gideon missed picking a stuff animal up as Pixie had to move out of the way to not be noticed. Silent for a moment, Gideon finally spoke up.

“That would be nice. Helping you cook and us folding clothes together,” Gideon spoke.

Lutarna hummed to that as she planted a kiss on his neck.

“We could talk about our days and vent our problems,” Lutarna hummed.

“Sleep in together on our days off. If that little monster of yours will let us,” Gideon joked.

“Beethoven is not that bad,” Lutarna chuckled, “But that would be nice.”

Holding the last quarter, Gideon remarked, “Eh, one last shot. We can go back to pinball machines after this.”

“Could try a round of laser tag, but let’s test luck on the last one,” Lutarna hummed.

“Sounds good,” Gideon chuckled as he put the last quarter in.

Moving the crane, Pixie waited for the right moment. Coming down, modded some by the owner to go down farther, Pixie held the green box up as the crane grabbed it. Pulling up, Gideon blinked.

“Oh! Honey Bunny, that might be it,” Lutarna remarked; faking shock in her voice.

“It’s small though,” Gideon remarked as he moved the box over and dropped it down the shoot.

Letting go and moving out of the way, Lutarna remarked, “It could just have a color ticket in it to indicate it’s the special prize.”

Grabbing the box, Gideon looked it over for a moment; an eye brow raised as he pulled the lollipop out of his mouth.

Just a green box.

Finally deciding to open it, Gideon blinked as confusion grew on his face.

“Turn around”

“Tarts, it weirdly says-” Gideon began to speak as he turned around.

And then froze in place; going beet red in the face as the lollipop hit the floor.

She was down on one knee; both hands holding the little blue box up. Her hands were shaking a bit, obvious nerves, as her tentacles were starting to curl. She had a smile on her face but fear was slightly in her eyes; as if expecting rejection.

The ring was silver-ish with rainbow shine to it; the middle of the ring being able to rotate to reveal colored diamonds of the rainbow. Something perfect for a human AI who love color.

“I-I-I-I-I-I,” Gideon tried to speak, but words not forming.

“Gideon,” Lutarna finally spoke, “I love you with all my heart. I really do. I want nothing more than to be yours and yours alone. To be called your wife; to be called your love. I want to spend every day with you. As long as we have, I want you and only you!”

Gideon was silent for a moment. Starting to tremble a little, Lutarna was trying to hold tears back, sensing that maybe she had messed up, when unpromptly, Gideon got down and hugged her. Blinking, Lutarna quickly wrapped her arms and tentacles around him; burying her face into his shoulder.

“Wh-why me?” Lutarna finally heard Gideon speak.

Letting go as she set the box down, Lutarna pulled away to look at him; placing a hand on his cheek. Grabbing her hand, Gideon watched as Lutarna placed her forehead to his; nuzzling his nose.

“Why you? Gideon, you make me the luckiest girl alive. I can be myself around you. Every time I see you I smile. All I think about is you. You’re sweet, silly, smart, don’t take anybody’s carp. You know how to make my coffee right, you know my favorite smells, my favorite sweets and which movies I love to watch. What more could I want?” Lutarna spoke.

Getting a chuckle out of him, Lutarna continued.

“I go home and you aren’t there, I just feel empty. At work, I just want to text you the whole day and tell you I love you and I think your the most handsome man there is. I want you by my side,” Lutarna hummed.

Nuzzling her hand, Gideon sighed.

“I-I would like that. I just-um-” Gideon tried to speak.

“We can take a long engagement. Till we are both ready,” Lutarna replied.

“Are you sure? You know how I am,” Gideon asked; sheepish in voice and appearance.

Lutarna just chuckled. Wrapping a tentacle around his head, she pulled him into a kiss. Pulling away after a moment, she smiled at him.

“I am very much sure,” Lutarna hummed.

Grabbing the box up with a tentacle, Lutarna held it back up as he opened it back up.

“Gideon Ward, will you make this night one of the most special for me and marry me?” Lutarna finally asked.

Trying to hold back a tear or two, with a sniffle, Gideon nodded.

“Yes. Yes-please-okay-yes, I want us. I want to marry you,” Gideon finally spoke.

Smiling so hard, Lutarna pulled the ring out of the box. Holding his hand out, Gideon watched as Lutarna slipped the ring on; rotating the middle to show Gideon all the colored diamonds.

Placing a hand on her cheek, Lutarna was surprised at the unprompted pull into a kiss by Gideon; quickly wrapping her arms around him.

“YAY! CONGRATULATIONS!!!” Pixie shouted as she slid out of the shoot.

Surprising the two, Gideon looked at Lutarna.

“So you did plan this,” Gideon remarked; fingers brushing his hair as he still looked sheepish at the proposal.

“Well, I’ve been wanting to propose to you for months but couldn’t figure out how. This all was sis’s idea. Right down to getting the crane game modified,” Lutarna chuckled.

Realizing this, Gideon went beet red again as he looked at and fiddled with the ring.

Starting to clap, Hannah and Coraline came over; having watched from a distance.

“Congratulations you two! I’m so happy for you,” Hannah remarked with glee.

“Ooooh, I’m so happy for you guys!!! Awww, I love seeing happy couples,” Coraline hummed with excitement.

Chuckling, Lutarna held a hand out to Gideon. Taking it, the two got up as Lutarna wrapped her arm around Gideon’s again; leaning her head against his as she smiled.

Fiddling with the ring again as the two walked towards the DDR machines, Gideon asked, “How much did you spend on this?”

“Not telling,” Lutarna chuckled.

As the crowd chanted and bounced to the beat of the machine’s music, the couple were able to squeeze into the front to watch Joey and Lulu go at it. Having a mike in hand, Joey was beat boxing as Lulu was spitting rhymes from some of her new remixes.

“Even after a hatchling, Lulu still has energy,” Gideon commented.

“Motherhood hasn’t slowed her down,” Lutarna chuckled.

Spinning around with one move, Lulu noticed the two as she tilted her goggles down and held her hand out; pointing to the ring finger. Holding his hand up, Gideon showed the ring as Lutarna snuggled into him with a smile. Bouncing even more, Lulu held her hands up before shaking them; obviously happy her plan worked.

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“So, any plans already?” Joey asked.

Lutarna just puffed her cheeks out.

“We’re not rushing,” she huffed.

“Given how long you’ve been trying to propose, I would think you would have had some ideas on what your wedding day would look like,” Pixie joked.

Lutarna just grumbled as Gideon chuckled.

Sitting on a bench in the local park, Gideon once again fiddled with the ring.

“T is going to find this interesting,” Gideon commented.

“He..kind of already knows and has been picking at me for taking so long,” Lutarna sighed.

Gideon looked surprised as he tried not to laugh.

“I’m surprised he never spilled the beans,” Lutarna sighed again.

“I think T knew you wanted it to be special,” Lulu chuckled.

“I know. Glad he kept quite,” Lutarna replied with a smile.

“Yeah, cause I would have never guessed,” Gideon replied with a chuckle, “You sure you want m-”

Lutarna didn’t give him a chance to finish that sentence as she pulled him into a kiss; planting a few more on his cheeks.

The others just chuckled.

“You know what would be funny,” Hannah joked, “If Gideon wore the wedding dress and you a tailor skirt.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind,” Gideon remarked as he pulled away from his fiancé in a very happy go lucky state.

Now Lutarna was just looking at him as the others busted out laughing.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #9

I was going to go back to my favorite bubble tea shop today to continue to work on the music box for someone in my social circle, but a bit of a weird thing happened today that I'm not yet really ready to talk about. It definitely threw me off my groove, but I'm not about to toss anyone out a window, don't worry, hahaha!

(wait; have you seen that movie that this reference is from? i don't know what stories you have access to, what with you being at the Edge of Creation and all. it's about a selfish emperor who got turned into a llama; shenanigans ensued, and he came through the other side changed for the better - it seems silly at first glance, but… 10/10 would recommend.)

I probably won't respond to the weird thing that happened (or anything else, really) until the resulting adrenaline clears from my body. Bodies are kinda funny in that they'll release adrenaline in response to a real or perceived threat, and being an abuse survivor is kinda funny in that a lot more things end up seeming like threats (even though in normal circumstances, they're totally not), as compared to someone with a less tumultuous upbringing.

The old environment that I grew up in taught me that the thing to do in response to adrenaline is to get all "stabby-stabby" with my words and with my deeds. By having it done to me for most of my life, I understand very well the destructive power of a well-placed insult, the reality-warping abilities of gaslighting, the way the brandishing of anger can inspire fear, and lots of other very unjust, unsavory things that are aimed at establishing a false sense of safety by giving oneself the illusion of control over a person or a situation.

But I am not in the old environment anymore. And I don't ever have to go back there ever again. I'm self-aware enough to understand that if I don't ask for help when I don't know what is the kind, just, and loving thing to do, the adrenaline in my body will hijack the thinking portions brain, and my amygdala will act alone, resorting to playing out the instincts outlined in the paragraph above. I don't want that. I owe it to the people around me not to be that (yes, even when they make mistakes and do hurtful things). And I owe it to myself not to be that, too; after all, it took me so many years to escape living in it - why would I want to become it, and thus have it living inside of me? I kinda wanna wash my brain out with soap just thinking about it; yecchhhh.

I know there are better ways to be, even if I don't always necessarily always know what those ways are. So instead of surrendering to the pain I was in and lashing out, I asked some of the most trusted people in my circle for help. I was gifted with clarity about how I should address the situation - a way to set a boundary without hurting anyone in the process - so that I can protect both myself and the people around me. It'll probably be clumsy, and I'll probably be scared the whole time, but that's okay. Sometimes life is like that, and the only way out is through.

With the help of the hands that are always outstretched to me, instead of falling to my knees as a slave to my old, destructive instincts and fears, and acting in ways that are unbecoming of my innermost nature as a result, I was able to choose something different. I spent some time processing the resulting feelings, making myself some mac-and-cheese, and getting the excess energy out of my body by playing Dance Dance Revolution (DDR for short; goodness me, am I getting old or what??? Hahaha…). I was even reminded to hydrate by a very caring friend; it was good of them to do because I forget all the time, haha… I've uh… I've gotta work on that whole "staying hydrated" thing in general. Whoops…

In any case, I am feeling a little better now. The thing that happened still really stinks, but humans are tough, and we can deal with things that stink. I'll get a good night's sleep and then try to articulate the thoughts rolling around in my head to the people involved. I have a terrible sense of dread regarding this, but at the same time, I know that the people involved are beautiful, wonderful people, so I'll hold out hope that something good will happen.

And even if my worst fears come to pass and bad things happen because I spoke up, I'll have faith that future me can handle the resulting fallout. And if I can't handle the resulting fallout, then I'll trust that my friends will reach their hands out to me and keep me stable until the storm passes; it is the way of things.

I hope that you'll remember, when you're feeling overwhelmed, sad, scared, betrayed, hurt, angry, or what have you… that you're no longer in the old situation. You're no longer a helpless little boy in a laboratory being abused by men and women in white coats. You're no longer in a situation where you're valued only for your power, your looks, or for what you can do for others. You can make a different, kinder, and more loving choice. And if you don't know what the different, kinder, and more loving choice looks like, you can turn to any of the people you love for help. If no one else, you can always turn to me for help; I might be just a silly little derpling running around in a stardust-flavored bone mech with meat armor, but I'll always be right here, waiting.

I don't wanna leave this on a melancholy note, so I'll stick this here. It is relevant to the things I've written, and I hope you'll like it.

One of these days… I am going to be more like the mole, when he interacted with the fox in the trap. I'm not there quite yet. But I'm working towards it.

I think I might be able to go work on that music box now. Wish me luck, yeah? I'll wish you luck with your things, too. Please do your best to feel the incoming dawn. And please remember that you have all the love and support that you could possibly want, right under your nose.

Your friend, Lumine

[memorymessage]

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i haven't played fortnite for... maybe 8 months. i mean- i had a few instances of hopping on and playing a couple games before quitting again, but i have not played it how i used to—addictive multi-hour seshes—in about 8 months

ever since chapter 5, the soul of the game is gone. when pandvil released the OG map, i came back and played a looot, just like before. then epic released their own OG map and it tanked the pandvil map's playercount and made queueing impossible. i don't want to play epic's "OG" map because it doesn't use the genuine OG items and weapons, and it also has the new movement mechanics. it's not true OG, it's just a skin of OG with all the updated/new mechs and items in the current version of the game

however, even considering all that, i would probably still come back and play (if i weren't deathly ill)—the true final nails in the coffin were simple edits and epic doubling down on the hated new movement by making movement even worse

simple edits is such a slap in the face it pisses me off to an ungodly level, i can't even properly explain

i was a ps4 console pleb when i first started playing fortnite in 2018, and i put in the effort to learn how to build battle, edit, and box fight. i have boomer+console plebian mechs, and i still made it work for myself to hold an overall account winrate of 10% with 10,000 matches played. that's pretty damn good for someone who learned how to play on ps4, back when there was no such thing as bot lobbies or creative. you either put in the effort of getting gud, or fucking died and stayed in an eternal cycle of losing every game. so i got gud

i've said this before, but i'll say it forever: getting gud at fortnite is the hardest thing to do in any game i've ever played. the dexterity, reflex time, and mental acuity it takes to play fortnite on a competitive- or, hell, even on an above average level, is insane. it's not even comparable to dark souls, which i strongly believe everyone has the capacity to be good at (luality played these games on a ddr dance pad, you have no excuse to not git gud), because there are inherent skill ceilings to fortnite—there's a meme in fortnite that playing comp over the age of 25 makes you a boomer, because your reflexes start to weaken and you become less good at the game and can't keep up with the ever-increasing skill gap of younger comp players... and it's literally true.

so imagine spending all that time practicing, only for epic to come in and make all your practice useless and redundant by simplifying core structures of the game.

imagine them doing that over and over and over and continuing to devalue their longest remaining playerbase, just so they can appeal to casual players by making the game easier. imagine, if you will, that the game was literally split into to separate core modes, builds and no builds, to cater to casuals who wanted to get away from good players. imagine, if you will, that epic continues to add items that ruin the core mechanics of building and editing, even though there is a separate no build mode. imagine, if you will, that epic finally decides 'fuck it' and makes it so casual players can edit at the same speed and precision as someone who put years of playtime into the game.

imagine that epic literally does not give a shit about their most dedicated playerbase and continues to sacrifice their experience to the pleasure of casual players, and also, in doing all this, they have created the most toxic, entitled little shits that have nothing but pure animosity towards longterm players who are good at the game, simply because these good players ask to have their game mode respected

long time players are going to continue quitting. there is no reason to dedicate a career to a game that has no competitive integrity whatsoever. epic couldn't even be bothered to make ranked play like its tourneys, ffs. they only added siphon back a couple weeks ago! imagine having no genuine practice experience for how tournaments play! insanity!

I wrote this 290 days ago on reddit, and it's only become even more relevant over time

[yourfelllowpothole]

The Shock Arcade Experience - A The Crew Of Hope Side Story

BANG! "Dammit!"  Jake hastily puts another quarter into the machine. He's been trying to get this prize figurine for about 20 minutes, and he’s not getting very far. "Please please please, just need to get it at the right angle- NO!". The box slumps to the side of the inside of the glass, Jake silently swears with annoyance. "Sigh, I give up. These things are rigged anyway." Jake and his friends are hanging out at the local arcade called: Shock Arcade. It's a small family business that's located next to a randomly placed Gas Station, and was installed in the early 90s. It's got a selection of things, including some classic machines, as well as some rhythm games and claw machines, which are Jake's main focus.

Hailey notices Jake's sour attitude and approaches him "You should really be saving your money for something more efficient, you know." Jake starts to open his mouth with an idea, but Hailey speaks over him abruptly . "And no, I'm not going to use my telekinesis to help you win. It's too crowded here anyway, people are nosy. Idiot.", Hailey says, prodding Jake's arm with her elbow. Jake mumbles a hushed insult, but no-one can hear it. "Where's Max?" Jake asks, trying to change the subject. Hailey point's a thumb to a crowded corner of the arcade, where a batch of people - some old, some young - are cheering on a boy going expert on an overly complicated DDR chart.

That boy is Max, and by the looks of it he's having a great time. "Well he's going to be bragging about that all week isn't he?" say's Jake, arms folded. Hailey squints, trying to locate him in the crowd with her eyes. "Yeah, but we should just let it slide. It is pretty impressive, after all.". After about 5 minutes, Max finishes his game, high fives a couple people, then approaches the two honestly impressed teenagers. "Hey guys! Did you see me?" Max asks, covered in sweat from head to toe. "Yeah bro! That was awesome!" Jake replies in awe, giving Max an extra high five. But he imminently regrets it, recoiling and looking at his now sweaty hand "...Ew." Hailey passes Jake a pocket tissue from her handbag while looking at Max and says, "Yeah, that was cool. Just don't brag about for too long. Otherwise I'll throw a dart at you at the next training session back at The Beta Camp", half joking.

"Where's Sci and Chasey?" Max asks, looking around the room. "Sci went home half an hour ago to study." Jake replies, "And Chasey wasn't here in the first place. You know how her dad and the owner of this place have a slight grudge." Hailey yawns, "I should be getting home too. See you at school you two." As Hailey starts to walk home, Jake adds, "Yeah I need to get home too. My Mom's probably gonna kill me when she realizes who much I spent today, but I'll live. See ya!"

Jake catches up with Hailey, and they start to walk home together, leaving Max alone in the Arcade.

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Thanks for reading my mini story! This is my first story post on Tumblr, so I'm kinda testing the waters at the site a little. I will post longer, more detailed pieces of fiction when I get more comfortable. This will be enough for now.

[hxneylavendxr]

i was thinking and i came to the conclusion that if you haven't seen parakiss you might not know who tommy february6 is and i can't have that so you're getting 3 today!

first one is the opening of parakiss, second just fucking slaps and the third one i first saw used in an arashi edit and it was so fucking cute

THISSSS STYLE i love it i live and breathe for it, to me it feels like neon city lights at night, dancing in heavy rain, motorcycle through through the blue and purple road tunnel, you know the classics

OH i also happen to recognize the chorus of the last one from an anime girl edit! nice. it is very cute and the outro is sick

i love her lyrics and vocal arrangements too like she has the upper hand from the start just from the compositional patterning but then she throws in the key back peddling at every turn.... another trick that gets me every time