#ddr x

[djrobokat]

I made some other stickers from my past fanarts. It's my first time doing something like this, so I ended up mashing stickers from two fandoms in one sheet.

Here are two Dead End: Paranormal Park fanarts featuring Barney Guttman and Logs Nguyen with vectors of DDR pads and a fanart of Louis-Concent III from DDR X. Next time I do something like this, I'll separate the fandoms and do more original stuff.

[hiddenecstasy]

HI GUYSSSS its my birthday today i am OFFICIALLY 16 years old.. im doodling a lot in my classes rn but thats ok! im working on a nice piece of art for everybody that should HOPEFULLY be posted by the time my bday ends.....

for now, have this <3

[rose24207]

no wall is strong enough to keep us apart

Summary: A family torn apart by the Berlin Wall reunites in an emotional embrace the night it falls, proving that love endures even the strongest barriers.

'89s!Dad!Lando x '89s!Mum!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, historical

TW: mention of DDR, Stasi, Berlin wall, propaganda, separation, timeline is not chronological correct for the sake of the story, I know the wall has been up 28 years!

A/N: Yes I know it’s completely different from what I normally post but I really like the topic and the stories behind the families and friends that were separated back then! Let me know if you want more of historical events - btw I’m listening to Pink Floyd rn.

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Berlin, 1959

The air smelled of fresh bread and strong coffee as the bustling streets of Berlin came alive in the early morning sun. You weaved through the crowd, your fingers laced with Lando’s as your little daughter, Emma, skipped ahead, her blonde curls bouncing.

“Slow down, liebe,” (love) you called after her, but she only giggled, twirling in her little dress.

Lando laughed, pulling you closer. “She’s got your energy.”

“She’s got your stubbornness.”

“And your smile.”

Life was simple, full of love. The three of you lived in a small apartment in Mitte, not far from Alexanderplatz. Lando worked as a mechanic, saving up to open his own shop, while you worked part-time at a bakery. You didn’t have much, but you had enough.

West Berlin was only a tram ride away. You’d sometimes take Emma to see the grand department stores on Kurfürstendamm, or visit family in Charlottenburg. There were no checkpoints, no barbed wire—only a city still healing from the war, divided but still connected.

You never imagined that in just two years, everything would change.

August 12-13, 1961

The night was humid, the air heavy with something unspoken. You stood by the window, unable to sleep, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. Lando was in West Berlin, fixing a car for a client. He was supposed to come home tomorrow.

But then—

A knock at the door.

Your neighbor, Frau Keller, stood there, her face pale. “Turn on the radio.”

Confused, you hurried to the small wooden set in the corner. As the static cleared, a voice crackled through:

"Starting at midnight, the borders between East and West Berlin will be sealed off indefinitely. All crossings will be closed. A new security measure to protect the people of the DDR from imperialist threats."

Your heart stopped.

“No,” you whispered. “No, no—”

You ran outside, past confused neighbors, past uniformed officers already unrolling barbed wire. In the distance, at the Brandenburg Gate, soldiers hammered wooden posts into the ground.

The wall was already being built.

Your stomach dropped.

Lando.

Morning came, and with it, devastation.

A crude barrier of barbed wire and armed guards now split the city in two. Families screamed across the divide, reaching for loved ones they could no longer touch. Desperate people jumped from windows in border buildings, trying to land in West Berlin before they were sealed in. Some made it. Others did not.

You stood among the crowd, Emma clutching your waist, sobbing.

You spotted him—Lando.

On the other side.

“Lando!” You screamed, your voice drowned by the chaos.

His head snapped up. His blue eyes met yours, wide with horror. He tried to run forward, but soldiers blocked him, rifles raised.

“Bitte!” (please!) he shouted. “Meine Frau! Mein Kind!” (my wife! My child!)

“Step back!” a soldier barked.

Lando’s fists clenched. His face twisted in anguish as he reached toward you, separated only by meters—but it might as well have been a world away.

Emma wailed. “Papa!”

Lando pressed his hand against the barbed wire, his knuckles white. “I’ll find a way! I promise!”

Then—

A soldier raised his gun.

“MOVE BACK!”

Your scream died in your throat. Lando’s face twisted with helpless rage, but he stepped back, his hands trembling.

The last thing you saw before being forced away was his eyes, burning with a promise neither of you knew if he could keep.

And just like that, your family was torn in half.

The months that followed were a blur of despair. Overnight, the DDR had become a prison. The border was reinforced—first with more barbed wire, then concrete. Guard towers rose along its length, manned by soldiers under orders to shoot anyone who tried to escape.

Friends and family disappeared. Some fled in hidden tunnels, others were caught and sent to Stasi prisons. Fear seeped into every corner of life.

Emma stopped asking about Lando. Not because she didn’t miss him—but because it hurt too much.

One night, as you listened to a smuggled West German broadcast in secret, you heard his name.

"A man attempted to swim across the Spree River today in an effort to reunite with his family in East Berlin. He was spotted by DDR border guards and forced to retreat before he could reach land. Sources confirm his name as Lando Norris."

Your hands trembled. He was trying. He hadn’t given up.

But the wall still stood.

And so did the distance between you.

In the Night of November 9, 1989

For years, the wall had been unbreakable. But tonight, the whispers began.

You sat by the radio, Emma—now seventeen—beside you. Your hands gripped hers as the news played.

"A government official has announced that, effective immediately, citizens of the DDR will be allowed to cross freely into West Berlin."

The words hit like lightning.

Emma shot to her feet. “Mama—”

You didn’t hesitate. You grabbed her hand and ran.

The streets were chaos—thousands of people surging toward the border, tears streaming down faces, disbelief mixing with hope. Some shouted in joy, others in fear.

You reached the Bornholmer Straße checkpoint, breathless. Soldiers stood rigid, gripping their weapons, unsure whether to enforce the wall or let history decide its fate.

Then—one man stepped forward.

Then another.

And suddenly—

The guards stepped back.

The gates opened.

The crowd surged forward.

Emma yanked your hand. “Mama, we have to find him!”

You pushed through the sea of bodies, your heart hammering, your breath ragged. People embraced, wept, screamed with joy.

And then—

There.

Lando.

Standing at the barrier, his face frozen in shock.

For a moment, the world stood still.

Then you ran.

Your feet barely touched the ground before you crashed into him, your arms locking around his neck. He held you so tightly it hurt, his chest heaving with sobs against yours.

“Mein Gott,” (my god) he choked out. “It’s real. You’re real.”

Tears blurred your vision as you pulled back, your fingers trembling against his face. “I never stopped waiting.”

Emma stood a few feet away, her lips parted, her entire body shaking.

Lando turned, his breath catching as he saw her properly for the first time in years.

“My baby,” he whispered.

Emma exhaled a broken sob before throwing herself into his arms. Lando held her, his hands buried in her hair, rocking her like she was still the little girl he’d lost.

“I missed everything,” he whispered. “I missed everything.”

She clung to him. “But you’re here now.”

The three of you held each other, shaking, crying, whole again for the first time in years.

Around you, the wall crumbled—not just in stone, but in the hearts of the people who had been divided for too long.

And after all these years, Berlin was finally one again.

Just like your family.

One Year Later

The remnants of the Berlin Wall stood in pieces, now just another relic of the past.

Lando’s hands ran over the rough surface, his fingers brushing against the graffiti left by those who had longed for freedom.

Beside him, Emma held his other hand, her eyes bright. “I think you should take a piece.”

Lando smiled, chipping off a small fragment and tucking it into his pocket.

You leaned into him, inhaling the crisp autumn air. “What will you do with it?”

He turned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Keep it. To remind me that no wall is strong enough to keep us apart.”

And for the first time in decades, you believed it.

Because the wall had fallen.

And love had won.

Thank you for reading!

Taglist: @ipushhimback, @ladyoflynx, @lewishamiltonismybf, @cmleitora, @hmma3 , @same1995, @amatswimming, @llando4norris, @dr3wstarkey, @hurtblossom, @ernegren, @esposamultifandom, @darleneslane

[aewon]

DDR — YANG JUNGWON

START: Being one of the top dancers on your college’s dance team should be one of your biggest accomplishments, right? WRONG. Unfortunately for you, there’s one person standing in your way of being #1. Yang Jungwon, your rival. You vowed to beat him no matter what, but what happens when your teacher pairs for you up for a couples dance? You? And Jungwon? Dancing together? No way.

👾 dance-rival!jungwon x fem!reader (featuring enhypen, hanni and danielle from nwjns, aespa)

👾 fluff, crack, no angst, college au, nonidol au, e2l, smau

👾 cursing, kys/kms jokes, friendly bullying

👾 taglist: CLOSED

👾 status: COMPLETE

PLAYERS

1 | 2

LEVEL 1– happy place

LEVEL 2– no fucking way

LEVEL 3– day 1 (0.4k)

LEVEL 4– in motion

LEVEL 5– phase 1 (0.3k)

LEVEL 6– fight back BITCH

LEVEL 7- phase 1 (jungwon’s ver) (0.7k)

LEVEL 8- competition day (0.2k)

LEVEL 9- sooo? (0.1k)

LEVEL 10- bf and gf

© JUNGKIT

[starspice-y]

My husband supporting my interests

Song I'm playing btw:

[eurotrashenthusiast]

Tess - One Love To Justify (Album, 2001)

[rockybloo]

Realizing I can just repost old art whenever I want instead of constantly drawing new stuff so here is Brook and Cadence.

[scavengedluxury]

X-Ray examination at Charité University Hospital, Berlin, 1978. From the Budapest Municipal Photography Company archive.

[queenbeestars]

here!!!!! take this... (runs away never to be seen again for like a week) | im so excited to go to the arcades again to play ddr this summer oh my GOD

[maansteenblauw]

Got Ostalgie? The picture of Russia and Prussia with Prussia's Trabant will cure it!

I drew this for my fanfic and realised I never posted a clean image for everyone to enjoy. very bad of me. I have now fixed mistake so please all do enjoy to hearts content and have awesome day! ^.^

longer version bellow cut I made to be more phone friendly as a wallpaper!

[djrobokat]

This art is of Louis-CONCENT III from DDR X based off his Street Master Mode lore.

His story in that game is that he was searching for a "heart of a dancer" to attend Disco's party, only to discover that that "heart" he's been searching for was within him all along, and Disco also telling him that he's got the "groove" as well.

Those words reminded me of the song "Groove Is in the Heart" by Deee-Lite, so I drew Louis reenacting the song's music video, as a way of saying that his "groove" is in his "heart."

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I rant and rave about DiscoPunk performing and making albums and voguing together - but let the record show,

DiscoPunk goes fucking NUTS on Dance Dance Revolution

Pavitr and Gayatri are casuals that have a go on it at the arcade during their date nights 😊

For Miles and Gwen, it's a cute way to bond and tease each other, getting to know each other better and tripping over their collective four left-feet (You'd think Gwen would have the rhythm considering she's a dancer AND a drummer - but fam, Ballet is NOT the same as DDR)

But to DiscoPunk, this shit is NOT a game. To them DDR is a goddamn lifestyle.

Keep them away from that arcade cabinet because by God, they're here to wreck that shit. Bout to shake the whole place with it.

They're DDR Champions.

And that's ON TOP of Hobie's numerous Pac-Mac Champion wins, and his Space Invaders High-Score at the top of the credits list.

If you ever see the initials 'DSC0PNK' on a DRR machine? THAT'S THEM.

They play on EXPERT. They're not half-assing it. They're doing the arm motions and all

They're the couple that dance facing away from the screen, just to stunt on everyone there.

The ones that hop and switch dancepads with each other mid-song for fun.

Hobie's in his big-ass boots meanwhile Diane has on flip-flops. Neither are proper footwear for the intense athleticism they are engaging in. They do not care.

They only way they get away with it is telling Miguel they're 'Training'.

Of course Miguel knew that had to be a crock of bullshit. One afternoon that use that excuse.

Miguel lets them off the hook, but as soon as they leave, he asks Lyla - "They're making out or something, aren't they?"

And Lyla has to be the one to tell him. '....No, they're actually 'training'...'

Miguel raises an eyebrow. "For some reason, I'm not sure I believe you."

Lyla sighs. She pulls up the surveillance footage on Miguel's screen to show him that no, they are not making out, they're just hogging the fucking arcade machine in some Camden arcade going fucking nuts on a Dance Dance Revolution machine.

Miguel takes one look at them and thinks 'Fucking Boomers'

They take it so seriously. TOO seriously.

They'll fist-fight with any couple and even THINKS about clearing their high-score. Seriously, they're about to brawl with Felicia and Flash Thompson of Earth-1294 cause they topped their record-breaking High Score on Aqua's 'Barbie Girl'

- and now Diane and Hobie are training to beat their high score in Smile.dk's 'Butterfly'.

That's their together time.

Hobie can't dance for the fucking life of him but he CAN hit every single arrow on that screen eyes closed. And Diane has never touched a video game in her life - not even Tetris - but this ISN'T a game it's a COMPETITION goddamnit.

They just love being completely in synced with each other, they have full conversations while playing levels.

Hobie even learned how to hack it, so he could upload all kinda songs to the thing.

And when they play AGAINST each other, EVEN BETTER.

Jesus Christ almighty. The TRASH TALK.

Swinging limbs are each other to throw them off, sticking out their hands to cover the other one's screen.

DEATH GLARING at each other because yes Diane loves Hobie but she's not about to let him embarrass her up on this arcade, are you kidding me???

She's like "Think you can keep up with me, toothpicks?" (He has toothpicks for legs 😭😐)

"Who'd of thought the 'Disco Diva' would be 200 points behind, yeah?"

Do you understand? Do you see it???

DISCOPUNK Dance Dance Revolution

Miles and Gwen staring at them like 'Why are they so cute at everything!!!!! Why do our friends keep out-cute-ing us!!!'

Meanwhile Pavitr and Gayatri are secretly planning to take their title.

For three weeks straight, all you'll hear is Hobie and Diane yelling about the mysterious 'GP4E' duo that took down their score.

Little do they know that stands for 'Gayatri + Pavi 4Ever' (Pavi's idea, of course)

Now.. They must train.

There's an anomaly in 234? Who the hell cares!!! The arcade machine just got Cascada 'Everytime We Touch'!!!! THEY'RE BUSY!!!!!

[sugarsweetvirgo]

19

19. Who's the better dancer?

If we're going by technicality, it's Kaiba, considering he has the top high scores in games like DDR and Beatsaber (Along with every other arcade game in Japan)

But if we're being honest? Both suck at dancing.

[meadowlarksabove]

@aamusedly

"Cute!"

Switches the latex gloves for the leather ones and starts ramping up the volume on the music.

[aewon]

DDR - YANG JUNGWON

phase 1 (jungwon’s ver)

warning: mentions of sex

After conspiring with Niki, Jungwon knows what he will do next.

If you want war, he’ll give you war.

Today is day two of your practice for the competition, and Jungwon has decided that he will find you instead of meeting you there.

After five minutes of searching, he finds you walking across campus, probably to the practice room.

He wastes no time and runs, catching up to you.

He throws his arm around you, taking you by surprise.

“What are you doing—” and you’re cut off by his lips on yours.

His hands cup your face before he separates himself from you.

“Hello, beautiful,” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours.

You take a second to process what just happened.

This must be his way of playing the game.

Fine.

“Hey, I was just on my way to practice.”

“Glad I found you. Now we can walk together.”

Jungwon leaves it at that.

As you walk, hands intertwined, you can see people around campus looking at you, some whispering to each other.

Maybe it’s a known fact that just two days ago, you and Jungwon hated each other.

Now, there’s been a total 180, and people are confused.

Let them be confused, you think to yourself.

You're determined to win this so-called game.

When you get to the practice room, you immediately start stretching.

As you're standing, you feel Jungwon’s presence behind you.

Before you can say anything, he wraps his arms around your waist.

Your breath hitches for a second before you regain your composure.

Without saying anything, you start reviewing the choreo with Jungwon still holding onto you.

After a long two-hour practice, you finally call it quits.

You’ve learned the entire choreography. Now, you have to practice consistently until the competition.

“You wanna come back to my place?” You ask.

A blush creeps up Jungwon’s neck, reaching his ears.

“I would, but I'm sweaty, and I don't wanna stink up your place,” he responds, pouting.

“You can grab some clothes and shower at my place?”

Jungwon contemplates for a second, “Sure.”

With that, you both leave the practice room. Making your way across campus, you learn Jungwon’s apartment, which he shares with Niki and Sunoo, is a 5-minute walk from yours.

You get there, and he dips in to get some clothes.

The guys are all inside, watching a movie, when he walks in.

“What happened?” They all immediately question him.

“I think I surprised her, but she played along right after. She’s hard to crack,” Jungwon says, entering his room.

“What are you doing?” Sunghoon asks.

“She invited me over to her place.”

Loud wolf whistles follow his sentence, making him roll his eyes.

“Inviting you over for sex after three days. I didn't know Y/N was like that,” Heeseung says, making everyone laugh.

Jungwon rolls his eyes, “Shut up! We’re not gonna have sex.”

“Whatever you do, keep us updated!” Niki adds.

He waves them off, meeting you back outside,

“Let’s go.”

You retake his hand and walk the five minutes to your apartment.

You get your keys, open the door, and let Jungwon in.

“You live alone?” He asks.

You nod, “I get some help from my parents.”

Jungwon gives you the courtesy of showering first, so you hop in quickly.

Ten minutes later, you emerge in sweats and a t-shirt, and for some reason, Jungwon’s heart starts to beat a little faster.

How do you look so beautiful wearing something so simple?

“Go ahead.” You gesture to him, and he snaps out of his trance and goes to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, he emerges, and you realize you're matching.

You pat the spot next to you on your couch, and he sits beside you.

“You wanna watch a movie?” You ask, opening up Netflix.

He nods, “Whatever you want.”

You end up picking a rom-com and decide to tease Jungwon further.

You carefully lean against him, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his waist.

You smile as you feel him tense up before relaxing in your hold.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer.

Sitting and watching the movie, you realize you don’t mind being in Jungwon’s hold. You like it.

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NOTE: just 3 more chapters!!

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[stillunusual]

Meanwhile in tankie clownland

Listening to the Sex Pistols is western imperialism….

EDITED TO ADD: according to a tankie clown who reblogged this post, it would be a good thing if listening to the Sex Pistols was criminalised.

When you happen to be a desperately sad, sociopathic fuckwit who thinks it was great that one of the authoritarian shitholes you stupidly simp for surveilled, arrested, beat up and blackmailed punks back in the 1980s simply because they didn't conform - why on earth would you double down on being a dickhead by admitting that you also have shit taste in music? And obviously, I could have used the name of any punk band from the 1970s or 80s to illustrate my point, so you'd have to be particularly smooth-brained to think this post is actually about the Sex Pistols….😁🤣