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spkyscry-a · 2 years
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@clubmates​ | x
Monika was late for Literature Club. By a considerable amount, at that. It was an alien thing, for the perfectionist to not be at least the second one hurrying her way into the classroom. So much so that there was the pondering of if someone should go look for her. Of course, that would inevitably fall on the person closest to her there to do it: Sayori. 
It wasn’t an easy hunt. She wasn’t in debate club, she wasn’t in the little study hall library, and she wasn’t even hiding in the cafeteria. 
No, when she was inevitably found, it would be by following the sound of a piano. 
In the music room, there Monika sat, behind the oh-so-fancy grand piano that the school had that most students weren’t even allowed to touch. Of course, the perfect student was the exception. 
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She played, lost in the music as her eyes remained shut even when the door was opened across from her. Fingers danced along ivory keys, keeping the melody playing along in an a major upbeat little soirée before it becomes more intricate; mixing melancholy and upbeat in a twirling, spiraling affair of passion. 
Words are being muttered, too quiet to pick up over the playing keys; only for herself at present while she does her best to keep up with the pace of her song. This song that was, at the moment, meant just for Monika. 
 “ᵢ ₘᵤₛₜ 𝒸ₒₙ𝒻ₑₛₛ ₘᵧ 𝒻ₑₑₗᵢₙ𝓰ₛ 𝒻ₒᵣ ᵧₒᵤ...” the only scant whispered fragment that can be picked up amidst the keys.
It’s at that point she stops, a sour note bringing the entire thing tumbling to a halt as she fails to keep herself playing. A sigh, rubbing her face as she took a moment to recover from the blunder.
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“I’m never going to get it right at this rate...” she mused, looking ready to get up after her failure. She still hasn’t opened her eyes and realized someone else was here. 
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determyneii · 2 years
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[ SOUTH PARK ] CLUBMATES STYLE : TEASING
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deathwis-arc · 2 years
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@clubmates wished : sayori sits in the desk behind mat's, peering over the edge of her textbook, she's making a myriad of silly faces with a growing intensity each time, until finally: he turns around, and she lights up. " i knew i'd get your attention eventually! hehe! "
even when nestled into the familiar crevice of a classroom chair, the student's posture reigns pristine. shoulders sloped backwards while the spine remains upright ; neck only slightly craned in order to see the scrunched text of the book before him. clever gaze scrunched with faint intrigue that dimmers with every passing sweep, the academia listed in white pressed pages something he's learned of before. information stowed away on his own time -- during fleeting hours before the bell, where he'd sit in the bumbling cafeteria ingesting food and knowledge alike. set at ease by the noisiest of sounds. delicate wrist flicks as he turns another countless page, glasses edging down the bridge of his nose in the meanwhile. although not a sole finger twitches, clearly comfortable with the motion enough not to worry. a stray piece of fawn hair slips past the gelled locks neatly combed back, the strand fluffy in texture, and it curls across his creased forehead. the boy perfectly encapsulating someone hard at work. uncanny tidiness made homely by minor imperfections that, in a change of heart, mat doesn't rush to fix.
but amidst mindlessly pouring over his textbook, there's a sudden presence that weighs heavy on his back. an airy sort of flame that drifts across one shoulder, ropes lovingly around his neck, and then drapes across the other. in trickles, mat's typical intent focus wanes ; interest as fleeting as it's always been. settles for stiffening underneath what he can only guess are eyes instead. jittering his leg beneath the glossy table, knee jerking close to the surface above and ghosting along it. still clawing his way into getting accustomed to gangly limbs that stretch too far out, spindly and tender and prone to growing pains. dutifully clean nails rap along the rim of his desk as brows pinch together in vague thought, easily enamored by any good mystery. he deducts by the sense of ease that whoever's staring isn't doing so maliciously, a fact which churns the prickling fire into something fuzzily warm. an expansion of winter heat that spreads across his chest and burrows in. stomach opened wide and gaping to even the tiniest scraps of attention, of the spotlight feel mat indulges in on stage. in the literature club, joined as a favor to a friend and now a permanency in routine. finds most of his days spent waiting eagerly for the time to dwindle down, giddy with child-like excitement that melts stern features into something younger.
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that train of thought jerks him to a conclusion, sheepishly recalling the sole club member he shared this class with. lips twist uncertainly, although there isn't a trace of irritation muddying his expression. hints of blinding light twinkle in pools of earthly brown, premature mirth causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle as he relents and begins to smile. pouty pink lips twist crookedly upwards, left wondering when he should relieve the girl from whatever ridiculous antics she was surely getting up to. in the name of good fun, matthew elects to play hard to get for a couple minutes longer. dragging a chimed hum from his door - creaking throat as he fiddles absently with deft fingers, slender curves twisted with positive mischief that he only feels slightly guilty for. sayori wasn't someone he was very close to, personally, and they didn't chat often in the club ; but the way hiroto talked about her … he's pretty sure he's heard enough about the girl's personal life to consider them close in the way in-laws would, even though mat's always shied away from meeting friends of a friend. eventually his own intrigue gently swallows any remnants of playfulness whole, that naturally born impatience springing up like clockwork. rendering him mindless to do anything but slowly turn around, shuffling awkwardly in the seat to do so. eyebrows already raised as he catches her mid act, barely biting back an overly fond chuckle. how did she make her eyes go that wide? she was so -- cartoony! something straight off the screen.
“ hey there, ” mat says, aiming for casual. voice waxes with a honeyed thickness nonetheless, clever eyes hooded. can only titter again when she giggles, the melodic sound infectious. he's always liked people that beamed as bright as sayori, that extended butterflies wherever they went -- it was a talent he secretly strived for, but she seemed born for it ( something he's only a smidge bit envious about ) “ well, shucks, looks like you caught me! what do you need? ” the offer to help slips off his charmed tongue before he can think twice, assuming that's what all the fuss was for. when people went to such lengths for him, it was usually due to needing assistance.
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abominationchild · 2 years
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        ❝ so  it’s...  it’s  like  a  book  club ??    you  guys  just  read  books  the  whole  time ?? ❞        IT’S  NOT  SOMETHING  SAL’S  PARTICULARLY  INTERESTED  IN,  but  he’s  willing  to  give  anything  a  shot  at  least  once.    his  curiosity  is  piqued,  though,  he  may  be  able  to  find  a  book  or  two  he’s  interested  in  at  this  club.    sal  is  always  looking  for  new  ways  to  entertain  himself,  after  all.    his  gear  boy  can  only  do  so  much.        ❝ or  is  there  other  stuff  you  guys  do ??    i  can  try  to  come  whenever  you  have  your  next  meeting,  i’m  sure  my  brother  won’t  mind  if  i’m  home  late. ❞
        @clubmates​  liked  for  sayori.
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notxf0und · 2 years
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@clubmates​ / sayori 
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     “ are you sure you wanna eat that, sayori . . . ? “ monika looked at her friend warily as they dodged other students in the halls, trying to get to the club room . sayori had a habit of digging out snacks from seemingly anywhere - her pockets, her desk, her bag . . . usually with questionable edibility . 
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     monika’s hesitance was plain on her face, eyebrows nervously knitted together and smile faltering . “ i mean . . . it’s a little stale . and who knows how long it’s been there . . . “
     she suddenly shook her head and put up her hands defensively . “ n - not that i’m trying to stop you if that’s what you wanna do ! i’m just, uh, saying . we wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything, right ? “
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ahogedetective · 2 years
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@clubmates liked for a - ♥ !!! 
The park was one of Shuichi’s favorite places to enjoy a relaxing day alone. Taking a stroll through it, and then finding a nice spot under a big tree to read and have lunch under, maybe even take a nap if he got sleepy enough; for him, that was peak relaxation.
He was about to pass by the upcoming bridge to reach the other side of the park, until he spotted a girl with a camera nearby. “...!” That girl, he thinks to himself: she looked familiar... a girl from Hope’s Peak as well, he realizes. They hadn’t really talked before, but he remembers seeing her reading alone in the library, once. He was surprised to see her out here taking pictures, not knowing she seems to be into photography, too: but it was nice. The scenery from the bridge did make for a very beautiful view, so he could see why she would choose this spot to take pictures.
However, he didn’t want to be rude and just walk right past, especially if she might be in the process of taking another picture. So, he goes to stand to the side and out of her way, before telling her: “Ah, are you about to take a picture? Please go ahead, I don’t mind waiting! I’d hate to get in your way, after all..”
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deeva-arud · 3 months
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Ohh Playful Land Deeva save me
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dogesterone · 1 year
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Watch the fuck out losers!!!!
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laurearte · 11 months
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Parle plus fort meuf il entend R avec sa grosse tête la
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justanotherfanfolks · 3 months
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LILIA VANROUGE JUST GAVE ME A ONE. A ONE! BUT YOU'RE LILIA!
...Oh my gosh. It was favoritism.
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I feel... betrayal.
#NotMyLilia
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imorphemi · 5 months
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'samba music intensifies'
I've been going to a lot of ballroom dance comps lately and I cannot stop imagining my favs dancing along as well. Samba has to be one of my favorite dances and I am dying to learn it. It's just so high energy and most of all it looks so damn fun. I couldn't resist drawing Ed and Winry dancing as well :D
Some more headcanons about the fma crew:
Al likes the contact involved so he likes the standard and nightclub styles best
Ed usually leads but if Winry wants to lead well he's not going to say no, but he is more experienced in leading. The two usually dance Smooth or Latin and they are terrifying in quickstep
Roy only knows nightclub dances until Riza forced him to learn other styles for military events, but he absolutely kills it in West Coast Swing
Riza knows Standard best, though she has less experience in most of the other styles, she's a really good follow and can follow just about anything. She's also a really good lead for Standard and by some extension Smooth
Ling, Lan Fan, and Mei are newer to ballroom dance (sorry guys i may be chinese but idk any chinese dances) but once introduced, well Ling is a diehard for the dramatics and LanFan is usually willing to comply. They start off learning Smooth, while Mei jumps straight into nightclub with Al
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spkyscry-a · 2 years
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@clubmates​ asked:   " natsuki, hey! so, um. i packed like, way too much food for lunch today, do you wanna help me eat it? " she fiddles with her fingers, pressing them together sheepishly. (you didn't hear it from me, but i think she packed extra on purpose.)
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It was just her usual lunch plan, curled up on the benches built into the tables of the cafeteria reading. She’d picked up a new manga series and was pouring over the first volume of it. It was immediately clear it was a horror manga, of all things, especially given how concerned the girl looked. 
Just as she was about to turn the page, to whatever horror awaited her, a voice suddenly spoke up. She yipped, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, as she hopped. Natuski looked, realizing the other was speaking to her. It was just Sayori... 
Wait, food? Immediately, she perked up a bit at the offer. It had been a bit of a bad day, having had to rush to all her classes... 
“Well, I guess it would be rude to let you waste that food!” She declared, moving feet off the bench and turning to sit proper so Sayori had the space to sit beside her. It was strange, of course, the more she thought on it.
Sayori would surely have been able to eat all of it herself, unless she truly brought WAY too much food. It was like sugar pumping into her veins with how excited the prospect made her. Had Sayori done it intentionally, just to spend more time with her? 
Why did the idea make her this jittery...? 
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iknaenmal · 11 months
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okay. today i will go on a difficult mission. i might not come back (will ask i friend if they want to hang out)
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spheredotorb · 1 year
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just ur usual school gay club whiteboard
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ccruelgods · 10 months
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*doodle
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everysongineverykey · 2 years
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how does the stupendium live knowing in 2018 they dropped the ddlc song to end all ddlc songs. sometimes i'm bored and then i literally just sing why did i say oki doki in my head and boom. hours of fun
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