(not) Peter Tork

Remember these three little words; don’t argue

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☮️ | Ask the Monkees RP Account

Hello, I’m Davy Jones (no, I’m not) This account is for Monkees rp, to find more fans who would like to write and chat about my latest obsession.

Ask Rules:

>Asks can be for any Monkee

>Based more on the show than the real people because…boundaries

>No smut no how

>Minors can send friendly or platonic asks

>Glorified game of truth or dare with the band

> Save the Texas prairie chicken

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No offense to the Monkees but I need a girl’s opinion. Princess Gwen, my boyfriend cheated on me. But he’s telling me he’s sorry and we had a really good talk. What should I do?

Once upon a time, Princess Gwen sat on her throne in her castle. Relaxing and lounging in her seat as her servants attended to her every need. Ever since they saved the princess from that awful ex fiancé of hers, they were…”promoted” to work for her since they were the only workers she could trust.

Mike was in charge of fanning her. He scowled and kept waving a giant palm branch at her so she didn’t get overheated from the July air.

Micky served her directly, holding a silver platter of grapes, cheeses, sausages, and breads that he fed her. This was supposed to be an upgrade from peasant work? At least the pay was better.

“Hear ye, hear ye!” Davy hurried to Princess Gwen’s throne, bowing at her feet before continuing, “My princess, I have a message for you.”

“What?!” She barked out, “Can’t you see I’m relaxing?”

Mike and Micky exchanged wry looks.

“But, Your Highness, one of your subjects has a matter to discuss with you. Specifically requesting a woman’s opinion.” Davy tried to explain, performing his new job as her messenger.

“Very well. Be gone.” Princess Gwen waved off her two servants so she could be alone to answer the message.

Mike and Micky looked up at the ceiling and mouthed their, ‘thank you’s to God before hurrying off.

Once they had left, Davy relayed the message.

Gwen was nibbling on a grape as he read it then when he finished, she nearly choked on that fruit, “What?! This is the urgent matter I’m being bothered with?! Get a pen and paper! Write this down!”

Davy scrambled to get some parchment and a quill. He wet the quill with his tongue before getting ready.

“Okay, here’s my response. ‘Dear peasant, just because you are a peasant, it doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated like trash. I was once in a horrible relationship, even a lovely and charming royal such as myself has been deceived by the uglier sex. He’s been taken care of now, wasting away in a dimly lit dungeon cell. Anywho! Get some self respect…or you’re in big trouble!’ Signed, forever yours, Princess Gwen.”

Davy rolled his eyes but wrote down her every word, “I’ll, uh, send it right away, Highness.”

“Good.” Gwen sighed contentedly, “Not everyone can be as blessed as me in finding a suitor, I suppose.”

Peter walked in on cue, holding a bouquet of roses, “Really? You’re saying you’re blessed to have me?”

“Well, that’s what I just said, stupid. I certainly wasn’t talking about the short messenger.” Gwen scoffed but she accepted his roses and gave a little smile.

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oh good lord, this is a mess

bippity boopity 🪄 your personalities are back where they should be

EXCEPT

🪄🪄🪄 davy has wings now (had to cause some trouble while I had this nifty magic wand)

ok bye, have fun with that

The guys didn’t have much time to react before Davy’s wings sprouted up, pushing Micky and Peter down to the ground from the sudden force of these great winged disasters coming into existence.

“Aah!” Micky rubbed his head, his eyes widening when he felt the curls return, “Hey! I’m back!…aw, man. I’m back. There goes my love life.”

“Davy! You got wings!” Peter’s jaw dropped and he looked at the things in awe.

“Why?!” Davy sputtered out, “They could do anything with magic and this is what we get?! At least I got my personality back. Where did that girl go?”

“Fascinating…” Micky popped up behind his short friend, analyzing his wings with a magnifying glass, “Like a modern day Icarus.”

“Mike, what are you doing?” Peter furrowed his brows.

The tall Texan had his hands over his eyes, “I was the most relaxed I’d ever been in my life for only five minutes and now it’s all flooding back. I want to process the transition before addressing the elephant in the room.”

“Whatever you say.” Peter shrugged before hurrying to Davy, going to feel the wings, “Wow, they’re so soft!”

“Don’t touch them!” Davy made a face, trying to move away.

“Oh, sorry! Does it hurt?” Peter worried.

“I wanna be freeee!” Micky sang, jokingly, gesturing dramatically, “Like the bluebirds flying by meee!”

“Our lives can never be normal for long, can they?” Mike took his hands down and sighed.

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If Mike and Peter switch personalities........... *uses magic wand* Now Micky and Davy switch!! 🪄🔮

“NO!!” Micky and Davy both lunged forward, trying to stop the magic before it happened but their efforts were useless.

Once it went into effect, the most visible sign of the change was surprisingly their hair. Micky’s fell flat in the style he used to have it while Davy’s became disheveled.

Peter face-palmed himself and let out a deep sigh, “Well, so much for things going back to normal.”

“Do you guys feel any different?” Mike snapped his fingers in front of their eyes, trying to spark a reaction out of them.

Davy looked over at Micky, starting to laugh when he saw his hair, “Hey! Your old style is back!”

“It is?” Micky went to look in a mirror then he took a moment to take in all his features, “Huh. I am a handsome devil, aren’t I? I never really thought about it before but…hey, I’m a cute guy.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, you’re real cute.”

“Yeah you are…” a sudden female voice said.

Out of nowhere appeared a random woman, staring at Micky with stars in her eyes.

Micky looked back at her, the same stars in his eyes and a dreamy smile on his lips, “Well, hello there…”

“Hi.” She said softly.

“Now, hang on just a minute! What about me?” Davy waved a hand in between them, trying to get the girl to look at him, “It’s still me! It’s still my face!”

Micky and the girl didn’t even register that he was talking to them.

“Alright, alright, you’ve had your fun. Out, missy, out.” Peter marched over to put a stop to this, gently taking the girl’s arm and leading her to the door.

“I hope we don’t get flooded again.” Mike looked out the window, scanning around for signs of anymore females.

“I’m not sure I like this change!” Davy folded his arms and pouted, “I’m going to get girls back, aren’t I? Mike, tell me it won’t be like this forever!”

Mike blinked at him, “Who, me?”

“D-oh!” Davy slapped his forehead, “Forgot you got switched too! This is nothing but chaos!”

“I don’t know, guys, it’s not so bad.” Micky shrugged.

“Yeah, you would say that.” Davy’s eye twitched and he shook his head.

“We got to switch back.” Peter said decidedly.

“Now?” Micky frowned, “You must be joking.”

“That’s my line!” Davy’s voice cracked. He balled up his fists and jumped up and down, “You must be joking me!”

“Calm down, Davy. We’re going to get this fixed.” Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. It couldn’t happen too soon. The guys had never given him such a headache before.

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Monkee moodboards ✌🏻🐵

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*uses magic wand* And now Peter and Mike swap personalities! Boop! 🪄✨

“Now, hang on just a minute—“ Mike began until the magic did its work. He blinked for a minute, trying to remember what he was about to say.

Wow, did he feel different. His head felt so much lighter, the colors around him seemed brighter. What were these feelings? Hope? Optimism? They were so foreign to him but they felt so great.

Peter’s eyes narrowed, filled with a newfound awareness and concern. Suddenly, his brain was flooding with things he didn’t focus on before. Were the guys okay? Did they eat? Did the beach house need cleaned?

“This is bad.” Peter stated, looking at Mike, only to cringe when he saw the helpless and faraway look in his eyes. Wasn’t he aware of his surroundings? Sheesh, did Peter always look like that?

“What’s bad?” Mike spun around to face him.

“We need to swap back. This isn’t right.” Peter said.

“Oh, yeah?” Mike shrugged, “I guess so. I mean, it’ll probably wear off, right?”

“But what if it doesn’t?” Peter put his hands on his hips and gave him a look, “We need to put things back the way they were.”

Davy and Micky watched on from the corner, holding each other in fear. This was the most bizarre thing they’d ever witnessed—and that said a lot.

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Peter, could I please hug you? I have the feeling you would give such warm and comforting hugs!

Peter’s eyes lit up at the request, “Really?? You want to hug me?? Well, heh, sure! Of course.”

It was the most wholesome request he ever heard. He was surprised anybody wanted to hug him, so he was more than happy to oblige. He immediately wrapped his arms around the asker, giving them a gentle squeeze and rubbing their back, a big grin on his face.

“You’ll have to tell me if it was warm and comforting enough.” Peter then looked worried, “We can hug again if we need to! I can do better next time!!”

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Micky you’re my favorite California Gurl

“Thank you!! I—wait, ‘gurl’?” Micky read over the words again, baffled, “Guys! What does it mean when somebody calls me a California…gurl? Like ‘girl,’ but spelled differently. Is that a compliment?”

The guys all huddled over the message and chattered amongst themselves, the band trying to decode this message with their limited knowledge of future trends.

“Is this because of those times I dressed like a woman for a plan we had?” Micky wondered.

“Maybe they’re saying you’re pretty like a girl?” Peter offered.

“I think it’s a compliment, I guess?” Davy tilted his head.

“Uh, thank you! You too..?” Micky smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

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Here Micky!! I finished it :D Hope you like it silly

“YES!!” Micky gasped and beheld the picture with delight, “Look at me! Wow, I’m so handsome.”

Mike looked over his shoulder and laughed, pointing at the little figure behind the drawing of Micky, “Aww, there’s me too. I’m sad about losing my hat. Isn’t that true to life?”

Micky slowly turned to Mike after getting an idea, an evil grin spreading on his lips.

“…nope!” Mike took off and held to his hat for dear life. Micky quick on his heels.

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Micky, Between the two times you've thrown yourself off bridges (Goin' Down and Head) and when you jumped off the eiffel tower (Monkees in Paris). What's with you and jumping from high places? Please stop doing that, man 😔😔😔

“Has it been that many times?” Micky counted on his fingers, looking up at the ceiling for a bit as he tried to think, “Huh. I guess I have. I mean, have you tried jumping off from high places? It’s fun!”

“My client has nothing further to say at this time…” Mike reached over to slap a hand on his friend’s mouth, assuming the role of a serious lawyer, “My client is not encouraging acts of reckless behavior of any kind. Please do not try that at home, please…”

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For all the Monkees, what do you look for in a woman? And your ideal date?

The guys all let out a collective breath then looked at each other, tumbling into guffaws and awkward laughter.

“I say, uh, we start this off with the expert here. Davy?” Mike rested his face in his hands, batting his eyes exaggeratedly at his British friend.

“Expert? Please..” Davy acted innocent, but there was a playful knowing grin, “I’d say I like lots of different girls. Every girl I’ve met has had something special about them.”

“Yeah, like conniving villains looming over their shoulders, typically trying to steal some kind of inheritance…” Micky coughed into his arm.

Davy shot him a look, “Anyway—I don’t think I have a type, per se. I like blondes, I like brunettes, I like tall girls and short girls and everything in between. She’s just got to have that spark.”

“She just has to be looking in his direction.” Mike added.

Davy rolled his eyes, “And as for an ideal date…I guess I’d like to take her out dancing. I feel you get the most chemistry on the dance floor. When you just let yourself be carefree and enjoy the music. Alright, now somebody else go.”

“My science teacher.” Micky jokingly looked off in the distance, as if swooning before bursting into laughter, “Uhh—I think I like girls that don’t take themselves too seriously. And I like girls with a good personality. If she’s pretty, that’s nice, but she’s got to have a personality too. I like fun-loving girls who go with the flow and I can be myself around.”

“Aww that’s nice, Mick.” Mike cooed, like a proud father.

“For an ideal date, it completely depends on my mood. We’ll find out when we get together,” Micky shrugged, “I need to know what she likes too. Whether we’re going to the beach or to the movies or—hey, I’d take her on safari. You’d see us sail away in a canoe, honestly if she wanted to. What’s wrong with that?”

Mike furrowed his brows and looked away, trying to tell if the last couple things Micky said sounded familiar or not.

“What about you, Mike? What’s your type of girl?” Davy asked.

Mike’s cheeks turned pink and he glanced down, suddenly finding the bottom of his shoe really interesting, “Oh, you know I’m married, man. To the job, that is. I’m too busy with work and bills and taking care of you guys to think about girls.”

“But if you had to pick?” Micky wiggled his brows.

Mike sighed, knowing he wasn’t getting out of this, “I guess…warmth, sincerity, and just femininity. I like girls with pretty eyes. Someone patient. I’m, uh, not the most romantic guy in the world. Maybe just take the girl on a nice dinner and get to know her. Someone that’s nice to talk to, have deep conversations with.”

“Awww,” all three of the other Monkees chorused.

Mike sent them the stink eye, “Don’t do that.”

“What about you, Pete? What do you got?” Micky turned to the last member who hadn’t gone yet.

“Uhhh, oh man. This is hard.” Peter’s face scrunched up tight, “I’m not sure. Just…somebody who is nice and thoughtful. Someone who is artistic and creative. Smart but not snooty. Has a nice smile. I guess I’ll know for sure when I find her.

“I’d probably take her to look at the stars. Maybe we could set up a picnic on the roof and just look over the world together.”

“That was really deep, Peter.” Davy commented, a little surprised.

“You had doubts?” Peter tilted his head.

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It’s funny, you know. I got the worst luck in the summertime. Last year I got pneumonia, this year I got Monkee fever. I think my immune system is weak

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to mike!!! again!!

i’m already working on this drawing BUT i think itd be fair to show you the progress anyway. there’ll be more art though!! trust me.

“Well, thank you!!” Mike let out a low whistle, impressed by the art in progress, “You made me prettier than Elvis Presley here, killer. It’s a mighty fine piece of art there but I don’t think I look that good.”

“You look very pretty, Michael!” Peter made an offended face, “I think the artist did perfect. Or is doing—still doing.”

“That’s credit to their ability there, Pete. I’m sorry they didn’t have a better subject.” Mike continued, “But it’s mighty thoughtful. It looks amazing.”

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heya mike! I um

I drew these pictures of you

uh, yeah

*skitters away*

A large grin burst on Mike’s face as he held the pictures, “Wow, just lookie here. These are all amazing, killer. I love how you captured my hat then the shades you gave me in the second picture. Just…”

Mike gave a thumbs-up, causing the other guys to gasp.

“His thumb is up! The artist got a thumbs up!” Micky cried.

“I haven’t seen that thumb up genuinely in…I don’t know how long!” Davy held a hand to his heart.

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Hey guys what’s everyone’s favorite ice cream flavor also when will you wear wigs?

“Pistachio,” Mike answered first then chuckled and shook his head, “I’m fairly confident we wear wigs every day. For whatever disguises we need to cook up to get out of a jam or two.”

“Say, where do we get those?” Micky asked.

“You know how television studios are.” Davy replied and waved a dismissive hand, “Er, I like strawberry ice cream myself.”

“I like butter pecan.” Peter shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

“I like the chunky monkey ice cream from Ben & Jerry’s,” Micky winked, “I’m just kidding. That hasn’t been invented yet in the 60’s so I’ll just say I like banana splits.”

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ive been inspired by a certain someone else who sent an art-related ask, so………..

mike, what if i drew you? mainly because you’re the only one i know how to draw properly?

Mike briefly looked over his shoulder, assuming the person was talking to Micky, but no. The question was for him. He cleared his throat and blinked as he processed this before humbly replying,

“Uh, oh, I see. I guess there’s no harm in that. I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

“Wait a minute. Are you blushing?” Davy pointed at Mike’s cheek, poking where he was starting to go red.

“What? Me? Pfft. Of course not.” Mike turned away and casually sniffed.

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can someone pet peter like a puppy for me :3

“Well, fellas…” Mike looked at Micky and Davy after they read the request, “You know what we got to do.”

Micky and Davy both saluted dutifully.

Throughout the day, Peter was visited by all three guys at separate times for his pettings.

The first time was around lunch, Mike had brought home Chinese takeout and Peter rushed up like a golden retriever, happy to see him and eager to help him with the bags. After he did, Mike ran his fingers through Peter’s blond mop and gave it a little shake.

“Thanks, Pete.” Mike told him.

The blond blinked in confusion but accepted the affection in gratitude, smiling immediately.

The second petting was from Micky who felt that he had to come up with an elaborate plan. He came up to Peter around 3pm in a lab coat and his curly hair a natural mess.

“Peter! Quick! I need your help with an experiment!” Micky told him, putting on a funny voice, as per his schtick.

“Yeah? What kind of help?” Peter furrowed his brows.

“Just stay right there…yes…” Micky looked down at a clipboard and scribbled down some nonsense on it before reaching out and petting Peter’s hair, “Excellent, excellent. Thank you, Peter! That is all.”

“That’s it? But all you did was touch my head..”

“Yes! Very helpful.” Micky reached out his hand and gave him a treat, “Good boy!”

“Ooh, Goldfish!” Peter ate the treat out of his hand and hummed happily, his earlier confusion forgotten.

It was 8 o’ clock at night when it was down to the very last Monkee to do his job.

“Come on, Davy, we all agreed.” Mike told him, the three boys huddled in the corner as they watched Peter dozing off on the couch.

“We’ve all done our part.” Micky folded his arms, giving Davy a look.

“It just feels funny with all this pressure. What if he thinks I’m being a weirdo?” Davy shifted awkwardly.

“But we’re already long haired weirdos.” Micky pointed out.

Davy thought about it for a moment then nodded in agreement, “That’s true, that’s true…alright then. Here goes nothing.”

He marched right up to the sofa and just went for it, petting Peter’s head.

The blond flinched, “Woah! Oh, hey, Davy. How are you doing?”

“Fine, and you?” Davy tried to remain casual.

“Pretty good! Everyone is being so nice to me today.” Peter grinned.

The rest of the guys gave each other little looks, making a silent agreement never to tell him this was on a dare. Maybe they’d have to pat him on the head more often.