[[ i'm reusing the network one from last tdm, don't @ me ]]
dance dance revolution ;
[ you know what looks weird? a six foot, musclebound, biker-looking, german dude covered in tattoos, wearing cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a dumbass graphic tee absolutely wrecking a couple DDR pads all by his lonesome.
maybe his last partner just got ported out successfully, maybe he decided he wanted to stay, maybe there some magic bullshit going on right now, but the man's currently playing some high-pitched, upswing song across both pads, that seems like it probably ought to be sung by someone adorable. max's eyes are glued to the screen and teeth chewing at a lip as he scurries from one side to the other, looking like he's definitely done this before. because he has.
but it's been a couple years, and he's usually better at it when he's high, and he isn't nearly as good as dani is, but fuck it, he can handle fucking Butterfly, okay? he's not basic. he does break a combo a couple times, and while the spikes drop a little closer, he doesn't seem that concerned about it, more focused on the song itself. maybe he's just really really scared and trying to stay alive?
doesn't seem like it, because once the song finishes, his arms shoot up in the air in victory, and he tosses his head back before shouting: ] I am King of Kawaii.
[ slight german accent and all. but, after a few seconds of victory high, he seems to get over it, dropping his arms and looking over to the new Player 2 in the room. ] Sorry, that's a lie. I need cat ears and a petticoat before I can claim that. You take that one.
[ that one being the pad on the left, indicated with a point as Max moves to take up the right. come on, person, don't make the ceiling mad, and don't make him carry you, the next song's about to start up. ]
emojis ;
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[ max liked the DDR more. this random emoji texting thing just doesn't make sense, and regardless of how many times he sends peaches and eggplants and crabs with knives back to the number, there's no more response. dumb. don't start shit you can't finish.
shrugging, max puts it behind him, tucking his phone into his pocket and continues his leisurely stroll through the town center, meandering into the courtyard only to find everyone looking down at their cellphone. sidling up to one person, he leans over, looking down at their screen with a frown. ]
Max Kiesler | OC (boys & monsters verse)
dance dance revolution ;
[ you know what looks weird? a six foot, musclebound, biker-looking, german dude covered in tattoos, wearing cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a dumbass graphic tee absolutely wrecking a couple DDR pads all by his lonesome.
maybe his last partner just got ported out successfully, maybe he decided he wanted to stay, maybe there some magic bullshit going on right now, but the man's currently playing some high-pitched, upswing song across both pads, that seems like it probably ought to be sung by someone adorable. max's eyes are glued to the screen and teeth chewing at a lip as he scurries from one side to the other, looking like he's definitely done this before. because he has.
but it's been a couple years, and he's usually better at it when he's high, and he isn't nearly as good as dani is, but fuck it, he can handle fucking Butterfly, okay? he's not basic. he does break a combo a couple times, and while the spikes drop a little closer, he doesn't seem that concerned about it, more focused on the song itself. maybe he's just really really scared and trying to stay alive?
doesn't seem like it, because once the song finishes, his arms shoot up in the air in victory, and he tosses his head back before shouting: ] I am King of Kawaii.
[ slight german accent and all. but, after a few seconds of victory high, he seems to get over it, dropping his arms and looking over to the new Player 2 in the room. ] Sorry, that's a lie. I need cat ears and a petticoat before I can claim that. You take that one.
[ that one being the pad on the left, indicated with a point as Max moves to take up the right. come on, person, don't make the ceiling mad, and don't make him carry you, the next song's about to start up. ]
emojis ;
😺
[ max liked the DDR more. this random emoji texting thing just doesn't make sense, and regardless of how many times he sends peaches and eggplants and crabs with knives back to the number, there's no more response. dumb. don't start shit you can't finish.
shrugging, max puts it behind him, tucking his phone into his pocket and continues his leisurely stroll through the town center, meandering into the courtyard only to find everyone looking down at their cellphone. sidling up to one person, he leans over, looking down at their screen with a frown. ]
What's going on right meow?
[ welcome to accidental supertroopers. ]
network (un: ohshitdemons) ;
i give it 3/10
alaska makes a much better hell
wildcard ;
[ sup ]