#capoeira near me

[capoeirainmidcity]

Every week we meet in Mid City Los Angles for Capoeira Classes. This multi-cultural gathering is great for the body, the mind, and the soul. Capoeira is a Martial art that mixes dance, music, sparring and playfulness, all the while creating a heck of a workout. Sign-up to get info on your first FREE class

[muse-stellium]

One of these days I'm going to go on a ramble about how much I love Nina's apparent friendship with Eddy and none of you can stop me 🙂

[unmeisenshi]

17.5 YEARS LATER

Zappa began to slow his speed, seeing the large blue orb close by. “Everyone… It’s time.”

Solaris, now sporting silver hair running from the top of his head down his neck and long whiskers and chin hair, took a long look at the planet. “By the Gods…”

The planets in the solar system had disappeared, and in its place was a deep blue planet. It had the appearance of a black hole, complete with an accretion disk that was already consuming everything around it. The silver nebula near the planet remained, although it was much dimmer than it used to be. Gaea’s old moon also remained, with LaPlante on its surface waiting with a strange orb next to her.

“So… That’s Infinity…” Ann said. She was now a Charizard, with blue fur patterns similar to that of a Hisuian Typhlosion, with blue flame vents along the bottom of her neck.

“Yeah…” Louis was the next to speak, with some gray fur beginning to come in. He looks more and more like Zane with each year that passes. He also stands slightly taller at nearly 5’. “And it looks like LaPlante is waiting for us…”

“Indeed I am…” LaPlante replied. “Took you guys long enough…”

The team was dropped off on the moon’s surface, the protective air bubble around them expanding to give them room to fight. Remi, who’s fur was almost entirely gray, stared the Ceruledge down. “I’ve waited a long time for this…”

LaPlante chuckled. “We all have been…” She threw the orb she was holding to Zappa. “That orb there has the souls of your friends… I want to make things… Interesting…” She held a clawed hand out and pointed at the deer God. “If you win… You can keep your friends… Do what you want with this universe… But when I win? You all will belong to me… And you’ll be absorbed into Infinity…”

Solaris grimaced. “This isn’t a game… Lives are at-”

“Do you think I care about the stakes? I have been pulling your strings even before you all were born. Everything that has happened to you was because of me, even down to me killing Zane to destroy your world, Charizard.” The Ceruledge glared at Solaris. “As I’ve said… I am the puppet master, and you all are my marionettes.”

Morello shook his head, taking on his Capoeira stance. “You’re fucked in the head, you know that?”

“Perhaps… But come back to me when you’ve seen the same universe crumble for millenia. Now that I am the Goddess of Time, Space, and Antimatter, nothing can stop me.”

Audie’s hand would be shrouded in Psychic energy, formed into a blade that then disappeared. “We’ll see about that…” He then took on his Wing Chun stance. “If you’re all done giving us your villain speech, let’s do this.”

LaPlante chuckled once again. “So eager to throw your life away… Very well…” She rested her hands to her side, her palms facing the team. “Let the game… Begin.”

-

LOCATION: INFINITY

Also known as “The Sum of All Things”, and located in our solar system, Infinity is indeed a planet, despite its appearance. It is considered a gas giant, having an inner core that keeps everything held together. Although nothing can truly pass through it. Infinity’s intense gravitational pull makes it behave more like a black hole than a planet, as anything and everything will get sucked into it, even light. Its sole purpose is to consume, to grow even larger until everything is engulfed in it. Any dimension that Team Destiny has visited can be consumed, as well as dimensions connected to it. LaPlante plans to consume everything until only she is left to rule over everything.

[queen-of-wisdom]

(for the ask thingy) 1, 10, 12? :)

1. What is your nickname?

I don't really like nicknames but my family calls me Fim! Not sure how that happened because it's nowhere near my actual name.

10. A fact, no one would believe about you:

I think there are lots of facts that would surprise different people, just because I can't keep an consistent state. Eg. Some people constantly tell me that I'm a goody two shoes, who can't break rules while others tell me that I should grow up and follow some rules.

So here's a little list!

- I actually went to a private catholic elementary school and the only reason why I wasn't accepted is because my dad reported my principal for stealing my watch.

- I wasn't able to write the any letters until we had practiced the letter P and I thought: Okay, I HAVE to be good at this one because it's the one 'Papa' starts. After that, I never had any problems with writing or reading again.

- Although I not really into any sport, I did following sports as a child (4-15): Riding (4-6), Capoeira (4-6), Football/Soccer (7-10), Swimming (7-9), Fencing (8-12), Field Hockey (11-15) (I just realised how jamed my schedule as a kid was lmao)

12. Places you'd like to visit:

Oh, I would LOVE to go to London, Tokyo, Madagascar, the Amazonian rainforest (preferably in the Brasilian part) and at least one pacific island.

London, Tokyo & (partly) the pacific island for the unique culture that exists there now and the Amazonian & the pacific island (again) because of the flora and fauna there.

Thanks for the ask :)

[rooksunday]

i went to capoeira for the first time because a new class started this week near me and i was THE ONLY PERSON (apart from instructors) and I STAYED and IMMA BE BROKEN TOMORROW so beers tonight for being a brave little bird

[jayjamjary]

light and/or L for 6/9/25?

I'm alive againnnnnn! So I can finally answer this.

Okay so I wrote a lot and don't want to make people scroll a mile at least on mobile to get past this post so answers under the cut lol. I hope you like long winded paragraphs.

Also here's the thing I'm doing this from.

L 6, I've stolen so many of his mannerisms and my posture is worse for it. His moral code (made pretty clear in L Change The World) is one I like as well and reading that book helped me consider a lot of my own moral codes that are still kinda works in progress probably forever. I'm also rather logical with a side of social awkwardness and bluntness like he is. Obviously I'm not as smart as him (I don't know if that would even be possible????) but I know a lot and I'm good at analyzing information (except when it's social information. I can't read faces I can't read tone and I suck at understanding neurotypical people's behavior). I've also taken martial arts lol but just taekwondo not the capoeira-esque thing he does. Oh and I'm snacky. I operate best on too much sugar but also then I sometimes start shaking.

Light 6, Sometimes I have to stop myself from thinking I'm above everyone else. I only get in that mindset occasionally though, like once every few years and then I just have to humble myself by remembering I'm not that cool. I've just always been really good at school stuff, and, especially this year while taking AP Bio, it's hitting me that I'm Really Good At Some Stuff Compared To My Peers. Like top of the class and I do not study and I do almost all of my work last minute and then I draw on the notes in class when the teacher is lecturing. I'll keep thinking I'm going to fail a test or something and then we get it back and I'm the top or near the top of the curve. It's odd. Anyway, aside from academics, when I was younger and first watched death note, like Light, I also didn't understand how his method was bad. Because I was like 14 and hadn't considered morals much at that time. But I've been there so I understand. If I had that kind of power and hadn't had the opportunity to analyze his methods from and outside perspective, I could see myself doing something quite like what he did. Oh also, when I was little (like ages 5-12 maybe), I was a manipulative bitch. I've lost my edge though because. I can't read people and also I'm not terribly good at producing the correct tones myself anymore :p plus I'm smarter now and realizing lying willy nilly all the time isn't the best tactic. Oh, and right now, we almost have the same haircut. My hair's a little shorter on the side but that's it. K even have brown hair too.

L 9, that's a really interesting question to answer. I would think so but only under some conditions. He would have to minimize screen light (like from computers or phones) while I'm trying to sleep. Like cover the screen and his head in a blanket and block out the light from the rest of the room or something. Then uh he would need to share his yummy little sweet treats because they look yummy. If he doesn't want to share he just needs to learn which ones I don't like and get more of those. Which should be easy because I'm very picky (I don't like most chocolate, I don't like most cake, I don't like most pastries, I'm picky with cookies, etc.). I would also appreciate if Watari came along sometimes too. In L Change The World, L takes pretty good care of himself alone, but that was a crisis situation. In a normal situation he may be more inclined to let stuff slide for being able to work longer and I don't want him forgetting to shower or eat or sleep or anything. I could try to take care of him myself but idk if he would listen to me and idk if I would always have energy.

Light 9, Could I be roommates with him? Yes. Would I want to be? No. Well maybe. If we're talking Light with no Kira I think it'd be okay, but if we're talking Light with Kira that's a solid pass. Light with no Kira is a pretty okay guy, and I feel like he would learn to respect me even if he initially looked down on me for my generally alternative style and lack of social skills since I'm pretty smart and stuff. Not only do I think Light with Kira would be judgier but also I don't want to deal with his rehehehe shit. I don't want to live with a roomate who's constantly plotting and scheming and all that.

L 25, ahhh I watched death note for the first time like 4ish years ago so I barely remember. I think I liked him a bit, like I thought he was silly, but I was weirded out by how many shots of his feet rubbing together the anime had.

Light 25, once again, I remind the reader that I was young and dumb when I first watched the show so don't judge me here. I agreed that the world is a trash fire sometimes and I was pretty on board with Light's methods of dealing with that. I thought he was kinda an ass but that was it.

Thank you for asking me the silly questions and sorry for taking so long to get to them lol.

[leam1983]

Random Batman Brain Fart

It's established in the canon that Oswald Cobblepot is incurably jealous of Bruce Wayne, but that his jealousy only really involves his wealth and connections. Depending on the writer, you'll get Oswalds who compensate for physical disabilities with trick umbrellas, Oswalds who only look out of shape but who can fence with an umbrella kick and transition into Capoeira flip-kicks while holding their top hat in place, and overtly monstrous Cobblepots who can't compensate for shit but who have a following of their own.

I've always thought that Oswald's airways would've also contributed to his ostracized status. In every version I've ever seen or read, he has the exact type of schnoz that makes me think he's a mouth breather, and a potential Sleep Apnea sufferer.

Imagine courting one of his more genteel versions. Everything is going swimmingly, he's maybe just a little too much into this Fred Astaire crap for 2023, but you can't fault his chivalry for being a breath of fresh air. A few pleasant dates in, you agree to spend the night.

Again - picture perfect. He's attentive to your every need, slow and considerate, and even offers you to use one of his guest rooms, the first few times, which you do.

Eventually, however, there's been enough time for the both of you to be interested in amping things up. The sex is surprisingly vigorous, coming from a guy his size, but his breathing gets a little wheezy and a little noisy near the end. A little bottle of eucalyptus oil spray is waiting in his bedside table, which soon fixes the issue. You learn he used to have crippling asthma attacks as a kid, but that he's now mostly under control after establishing a decent cardio regimen - hence the stamina.

You settle in for the night. Again - perfection. There's even a little too much of it, honestly, with him showering you with pet names - all avian - after hitting third base. He's even a little clingy, you find...

Then come the snores. Poor guy snores like a shoebill purring or an injured loon trying to find its mate. It's loud, it's unsubtle, it doesn't leave you any space to actually nod off...

Add the morning lapdog routine and renewed forced gallantry and you're soon running out of polite ways to head out. At first you try and settle on dates in other places or at your own place, but Cobblepot is dead-set on taking you back to the Lounge's private floor. You humor him a few times, duck out on a few others - ha! - but you can't get past the front he's erected. All you get to see is Oswald Cobblepot the Early Twenties' Man of Wealth and Taste, Oswald the Self-Avowed Snob - but never the actual man. Once you get bored of being treated like a flapper-to-be or a secret same-sex dalliance, you figure you'll try and provoke something out of him.

You mention his snores, how you can barely sleep in the same bed with him. The drool on the pillow, the occasional morning nosebleeds, his refusal to see another ORL despite you mentioning it...

You'd think he'd explode. Turns out he's named the Iceberg Lounge well enough. He turns frosty and distant. Within weeks, the number you were given is disconnected. Eventually, you cross paths with him again and try and see if he's at least worked on this, if he still cares.

He acts like he doesn't recognize you at all.

Of course, on the day you made him lose patience, you didn't pay the price for your own words. Some poor chump who'd failed one of his lieutenants did; with their own teeth, a fractured right foot and a close break to their left femur, and three precise gunshots....

The GCPD'll find his corpse two weeks later.

[oopsallfanfic]

Chapter 9: 18

You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as the three of you jogged to the station. You could feel his eyes watching your every move. Hamamoto Akira slowed to a brisk walk, you followed his pace and scanned your train pass after he passed the glass doors. Once on your way to the gym, your father couldn’t help but peer down at Bakugo. He contemplated ways to push Bakugo to his limits, to make him beg to stop and rest. Akira had extensive knowledge of training in multiple forms of martial arts, he had even taken classes in the Afro-Brazilian martial art of Capoeira. Your father knew that you took extreme care of exercising your legs, your stamina matched his own when it came to leg day. This is saying something when comparing a 17-year-old and a man in his mid-late 40s who’s been keeping in shape. So maybe he’d stick him with you while you worked out.

After the three of you checked into the gym you made your way to the large empty area near the free weights to start stretching without saying much to your gym buddies. Bakugo dropped his gym bag near you and was bending over to sit next to you to begin his stretch before your father tutted and shook his head at Bakugo.

“Come on kid, you’re going to be with me.” Akira grabbed Bakugo’s collar and pulled him down the mat. With your father otherwise occupied with the brat next door, you popped in your earbuds and stretched while watching the show. You couldn’t tell what they were saying, but Bakugo looked irritated. It felt as if he was gonna pop at any second and start going off on your father. Then he laid eyes on you.

“I don’t know what you do around my daughter,” Akira said to Bakugo, “But I want you to know I don’t approve of you or your attitude, I don’t need you rubbing off on her.”

“Don’t worry,” Bakugo held in his dirty thoughts, “I’m not going to, she keeps clear of me at school. We don’t necessarily hang in the same circles.”

“Good, I’m glad she’s keeping her head on straight,” Akira pulled Bakugo to the ground with him, making him fall into a scrambled crisscross. “I don’t need her ruining her future by thinking about boys, much less having a boyfriend.”

Bakugo watched as you stood and put one foot forward to stretch out your legs, your opposite knee hovered above the ground while the other thigh stretched parallel to the ground. The curve of your ass is accentuated by the purple skin-tight shorts you wore, making him wonder what other positions your ass would look good in. Bakugo ripped his eyes away and focused on his stretches before your father could notice his gaze. 

Your father couldn’t stop your watchful eyes though. You glanced up as Bakugo bent over at the waist, you weren’t exactly turned on by the spectacle of a young man stretching but you were glued to him as he twisted and turned. You almost couldn’t pull away until your father started critiquing his form. Bakugo gritted his teeth and corrected himself until Akira was satisfied. Then your father beckoned him forward to stretch his legs for him. Bakugo grabbed hold of the back of Akira’s knee and pressed forward to stretch out the hamstrings in Akira’s leg. The act was simple and common, but your mind found a way to make it dirty. You imagined Bakugo holding your leg like that and pressing himself even closer to you. The only thing touching Akira at any moment as they stretched was Bakugo’s hands, but in your mind, you could only see and feel the warmth of his hips grinding against you.

You shook your head and took a swig of water before making your way to the leg press, it isn’t time to be thinking things like this, you told yourself. Besides Bakugo’s an asshole that your father already disapproves of and he’s a stark difference from the sweet and kind Haru.

Your 18th birthday had to be special, or at least that’s what Hanai convinced you of. You hadn’t considered a party, only maybe inviting over some friends to hang out and maybe go karaoke with. Hanai had a better idea, have a joint birthday with your friends and family since your birthdays were only a week apart. So here you were, surrounded by the people you loved. Your family and Hanai’s family gathered at your home since it was the larger of the two. Even Chiyo made a trip down with Hinode Kazuki, who met Hanai for the first time.

“Holy SHIT,” Hanai’s jaw dropped as she shook Kazuki’s hand, she looked between Chiyo and him. Her hands slapped down on the kitchen counter, “You didn’t tell me he was this handsome!”

“Language,” Haru was sitting at a stool next to Hanai, giving him the perfect height to jab her in the side. Hanai shut her jaw and pursed her lips, giving her brother a side-eye. Kazuki rubbed the back of his burning neck, making Chiyo squeeze him to her side tighter.

“Well, I said he was attractive,” You shrugged and sipped your juice. Haru’s eyes darted between you and Kazuki across from him. Hinode Kazuki's jaw wasn’t as chiseled as most boys nor his cheekbones for that matter, but he had a boyish charm that was irresistible to some young women. Since you moved away you noticed that Kazuki’s lost some of his baby fat and was looking less and less like how you remembered him. You didn’t mean to, but your eyes drifted below his belt line for a second making you blush as you remembered the encounter you two had just a month before you left your old school. You turned your head to have another sip of your drink, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Haru fought the jealous look he almost shot the other boy as he watched you eye every inch of his body. Haru wasn’t quite sure what came over him the past month since he met you, he felt protective of you like a big brother would be for his little sister but it was different. He assured himself for weeks that it was simply because you weren’t his sister. Then just the other week when he saw you in your yukata with your hair pinned up, he couldn’t help the leap in his chest. He didn’t feel this way for his sister, so what was it?

“Yeah, attractive doesn’t cut it (y/n),” Hanai rolled her eyes.

“Okay, chill,” Chiyo held out a hand to her, “He’s taken by me, so, you can chill out.”

“No, you’re right,” Hanai held her hands up and backed up, “I’m sorry.”

“Since you’re going off about how handsome my boyfriend is, maybe I should start talking about how cute Midoriya is.” Chiyo stuck her tongue out at Hanai, who blushed and took a step towards her.

“I told you to shush about that,” Hanai’s eyes darted around the room and landed on you. Your jaw dropped and your eyes lit up in surprise, but not because her crush was news.

“You two are together?” You gasped.

“N-no,” Hanai sounded defeated. You shut your mouth and rubbed your friend's shoulder as the feeling of unrequited love washed over her. You knew the feeling, the pit in your stomach that felt impossible to fill. You spared a glance at Haru, who looked solemnly at his sister.

“I’m sorry, Hanai,” Chiyo said, coming over to comfort her. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“It’s okay,” Hanai straightened up and sniffed, “I need to get over it, distance from him has been working for me so far though. I haven’t seen him most of the summer and I feel like I can really move on.”

“I’m glad, now we can get you an even hotter college guy!” Chiyo raised her fist, Hanai beamed, and held her fist up alongside her.

“Wait, what about me?” You frowned, exaggerating the feeling by drawing your eyebrows close. “I want a boyfriend.”

“That comes as a surprise,” Hanai said, “Cause every time I tried setting you up with someone you rejected them. So that’s-” She counted on her fingers, you shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. “-15 boys rejected. Oh, and 3 girls. Me included.”

“Okay, it wasn’t that many,” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “And I don’t know if I’m into girls or not, so don’t count those.”

“What’s holding you back?” Haru asked, his question surprised you. He was doing it for personal reasons though, as far as you knew he was just asking.

“I don’t know really,” You sat on his question for a second, “I just don’t think any of them were actually interested in me.” And none of them filled the hole in your chest, completed you so whole-ly. That’s not what you said aloud though, it felt cringey and strange to speak something so vulnerable out in the open even if it’s to your close friends.

“What do you mean by that?” Kazuki asked this time, you turned your attention to him.

“Like, people are only into me because my dad was a hero,” You spared a glance at Hanai, you didn’t want to point out the most obvious example in the room at the moment. You’d probably embarrass her for mentioning it aloud, but you could tell when she met your eye that she was thinking what you were thinking. How she only spared you a glance because you were Mizuchi’s daughter.

“Yeah, but people usually don’t know that when they first meet you,” Haru shrugged. “You have other great qualities that could make someone like you.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” You felt defensive and small as the space was closing in around you while the questions and conversation got more personal. You felt naked as your friends began to dissect you live in front of them.

“You’re smart and talented,” Kazuki said, “You were the first chair alto saxophone our 2nd year, beating two 3rd years.”

“You kicked those guys’ ass our first day when they broke your phone,” Hanai recalled, “Plus you were there when I got my heart broken. Not to mention you ran almost the entire way to make sure I was safe.”

“Hey, I was gonna mention that,” Haru muttered, the only thing he could contribute without repeating what everyone else said was that you were beautiful in his eyes. Haru’s cheeks blushed at the thought of saying that aloud to you.

“I’ve known you for a long time, (y/n),” Chiyo approached you and put hands on your shoulders, “And I know that right now you’re spiraling in that little brain of yours. So I’m going to reassure you that you are not only as great as we’re saying you are, but better by 100%”

You felt the block of ice in your chest melt from the kind words of your friends, the reassuring feeling that people had your back no matter what. It was a good band-aid, even just for the night. You wrapped your arms around Chiyo’s torso and squeezed her tight.

“What’s going on over here?” Your father's voice came from behind, Akira stood in the archway between the kitchen and the main hall. You and Chiyo let go of each other and turned to see his large figure take up the comically small-looking archway. 

“Teenage angst,” Hanai nodded with a confident smile.

“Sure, something like that,” Haru shrugged.

“Well I came to see how our birthday girls are doing,” He smiled softly, something he didn’t do often. His expression turned sour when he remembered the other reason he sought you out. “Oh, also, there’s another party guest that just arrived.”

Bakugo Katsuki stepped into view, his fists were deep in his pockets as he observed the room around him. His eyes landed on Chiyo and Kazuki, who looked overly excited about the new arrival. Hanai shifted uncomfortably where she stood, but Haru hadn’t met Bakugo officially so he stood to greet him. 

“Horita Haru,” He smiled, “Nice to meet you officially, I’m guessing you attend Aldera High as well.”

“Obviously,” Bakugo rolled his eyes and huffed at the blonde.

“I remember you from the festival,” Haru recalled, “You were there with your parents right?”

It looked like Bakugo was about to jump at Haru to slit his throat until you stepped forward. You placed your cup on the counter and bent at the hips into a bow.

“It’s so nice of you to come,” You forced a smile to your lips as you straightened up, “Thank you for joining us on mine and Hanai’s birthday. I hope you enjoy your time.”

Despite you and your father knowing exactly how ugly the boy could be, he still expected you to hold your tongue and be the better person. That's how he raised you, but boy did you want to start saying snippy comments to Bakugo. If he doesn’t want to be here then why did he come at all? His house is 20 feet away, he can just go.

“I’m going to let you kids get back to it,” Akira nodded and left the room.

“I’ve never seen you get so low for someone,” Bakugo said in a suggestive tone, “Bet I can get you lower.”

“Pervert!” Hanai shouted at him, Haru took a defensive position in front of you. You walked around him and approached Bakugo swiftly. In a few long strides, you were at him with a finger jammed into his chest.

“If you have a problem you can go,” You jammed your thumb in the direction of his home.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something I overheard,” Bakugo batted your hand away from him. “I heard from a little birdy you’re planning on going to U.A. College.”

“Why exactly are you concerned about my life after high school, stalker?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Because that is an elite school,” Bakugo spat, “And I’m the only one in that god-forsaken school that’s going to make it.”

“What makes you say that?” You scoffed.

“You’re not U.A. material, and you never will be,” Bakugo’s condescending voice burned into your mind. “Neither you nor that green-haired brat is going to make it, got that? I’m smarter, stronger, and simply better than both of you combined.”

“I don’t know about that,” You smirked, “Last I remember, you and I were tied for rankings in the last two terms. I’m more than certain I can beat you this next term.”

“Yeah right,” Bakugo scoffed, “I’m supposed to believe that when you hang out with those two dolts at school?”

“I should be saying the same about you,” You tapped your chin as you recalled passing him by in an alley in a shopping district not too far from the school. He was with his usual lackeys. “Don’t you rot your body with cigarettes with your buddies?”

Bakugo came even closer to you, any closer and his nose would be touching yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body and every part of your body was firing off this tingly sensation. Even your mind wanted you to grab him and pull him close in an animalistic desire for contact. You weren’t sure if you were just desperate and sexually frustrated at this point, or if you actually wanted Bakugo. You knew for certain you didn’t quite feel the same urge when it came to Haru, it was different with him. Haru was kind and sweet, but Bakugo was bold and rash. 

“Don’t you dare mention that again,” Bakugo said in a low deep voice. It made you feel even crazier for his touch. Haru stepped forwards and put a hand on Bakugo’s chest, pushing him back to put himself between the two of you. You sighed a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in and stepped back from the boys.

“Back off man,” Haru was just a bit taller than Bakugo, the former’s head only coming up to Haru’s nose.

“Oh yeah?” Bakugo snarled, “What are you going to do about it?”

Bakugo’s hands popped as the sweat he excreted from his palms ignited. As the pops intensified and his fist reared back to throw a punch, Haru raised his open hand and a thin veil appeared between the two of them. Bakugo’s fist bounced against the invisible shield and almost hit himself in the head. 

“Cheap trick,” Bakugo flicked the veil between them, “Now put it down and fight me like a real man.”

“Real men don’t fight in front of innocent bystanders, much less on someone’s birthday in their home.” Haru’s voice was stern and deeper than it normally was, it was as if there was a switch that flipped inside him. “You should leave.”

Bakugo scoffed, shook his head, and turned to leave. Once he reached the archway, he turned and then reached into his pocket. He pulled out a thin box with a small envelope on it, he tossed it towards Haru who had already put down his shield. Haru caught it and watched as Bakugo left, he turned his attention to the box in his hands and then handed it to you. A thin square silver box tied with a thin purple ribbon and bow. The tiny envelope on top was addressed to you, the writing was very feminine so you assumed the gift was from Mitsuki. 

“What is it?” Hanai approached, looking over as you opened the package. You untied the bow and opened the box to reveal a thin gold bracelet with a small rectangular ruby stone embedded in the band. You slipped it on your wrist and opened the envelope attached to the top.

“Happy Birthday, we hope you find happiness, strength, and courage as you push onwards to your next journey. Good luck! - Bakugo Mitski & Masaru. Bakugo Katsuki”

The boy's name was scribbled in last as an afterthought in his handwriting. His parents must have made him sign, you thought.

“It’s a bracelet with my birthstone on it from the Bakugo’s.” You held up the note and rotated your wrist to show it off.

“Katsuki?” Hanai’s voice raised an octave as she exclaimed.

“No, his parents,” I guess technically him too, you thought as you looked down at his name. “They’re sweet people, I don’t know what happened to that kid though.”

“You could say that again,” Haru sighed and walked past you to grab himself another cup of lemonade.

“Okay, I lied,” Hanai approached you quickly from behind as you slipped on your school shoes. You picked up your regular loafers and slipped them into your locker, you stood up and raised your eyebrows in a ‘How am I not surprised?’ sort of look. You didn’t even have to say anything for her to read your body language and assume what you meant. “I just saw Izuku, and I don’t think I can face him today. I think space was the opposite of what I needed.”

The tears started to make her eyes shine and her bottom lip quacked. You looked behind her out the windows to see Izuku just entering the school grounds. You reached down to Hanai’s locker and pulled out her shoes quickly.

“Come on, let’s go,” You said bending down to pull off her shoes quickly. “Get in your shoes.”

Hanai slipped on her shoes and you stuffed her loafers into the locker. You stood up and watched as Izuku began to make his way up the stairs outside. You hooked your arm around Hanai’s and pulled her along the hallway toward the lady’s room.

“We can’t let him see you like this,” You said, “Much less let you see him. Let’s blot those tears and try to figure out what to do with our day. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” She sniffled and wiped a tear with her handkerchief. The two of you made it to the restroom where you found a couple of girls adding on makeup and fixing their hair with hot irons. The girls were too busy making themselves over to bother with the crying 3rd year that just entered. Hanai wiped and wiped as the tears kept rolling, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder and laid your head on it. 

“You think we should skip? We can avoid him entirely if we’re just not here.” You spoke softly, “My parents are at work so it’s not like they would know I skipped, and if they did I’d just say my stomach was hurting and I was sick. Easy.��

“I don’t want... You to... Have to... Lie... Because... Of me,” She said between sniffles. 

“I want to though, I’m here for you okay?” You said, “Whatever you need, you just say the word.”

“I just want him!” She wailed and turned to hug you, crying into your shoulder. You looked over to the other girls who looked back through the mirror, you could tell by the way their lips tugged down they understood the feeling all too well. The lightbulb went off in your mind as you looked at the ledge in front of the other girls.

“Two things we can do,” You said softly as you patted her hair, “We can either skip classes today or we can see if the girls will help do a makeover before classes. Then he won’t be able to stop himself from looking at you and kicking himself for letting you get away.”

“You really think that will work?” Hanai sniffled. The girl closest to you two approached cautiously and raised a makeup brush.

“Works every time, trust us,” She pointed at the girl in the middle doing her hair in big curls. “Remi got her heartbroken over the summer by this boy in her class and we’re doing the same for her.”

Remi looked back and nodded confidently despite the sheen in her eyes. 

“I did it last term, and now I have a steady boyfriend,” The girl touched Hanai’s shoulder softly, “Trust me, it works.”

“I guess,” Hanai looked between the other girls who had turned their attention to her and you. “I guess it couldn’t hurt to try.”

“That’s the spirit!” The girl pumped her fist, “I’m Tsuzuhara Yuki, Class 2-C.”

“Horita Hanai, Class 3-A.” She said as she wiped her snot and tears from her face.

“Hamamoto (y/n), Class 3-A, nice to meet you.” You said, “Thank you for helping her.”

“Us girls gotta stick together, right?” Tsuzuhara’s smile was bright and cheery for a Monday morning.

“Right,” Hanai nodded with a smile, the newfound confidence beaming off of her.

You could watch your phone's clock as the time for classes to begin quickly approached. It took the girls 10 swift minutes to put together Hanai’s new look. She had a natural blush, eye makeup that made her look more striking, and soft glossy pink lips. The girls didn’t dare touch her already beautifully curled hair. Hanai gently touched her cheek and began to tear up again, she blotted her eyes and turned to hug each of the girls that helped. All the while holding in her tears. You both said your thanks and made your way to your class.

Izuku sat in his usual seat scribbling away in his notebook about who knows what. You couldn’t help but notice how he filled out his uniform more than the term before. It looked like he was bulking up but now instead of the black military uniform draping over the thin frame it fit him snugly in some places. Hanai pulled on your arm hard, jerking you in the direction she pulled.

“I don’t think I can do this,” The two of you stood in the doorway of the class. You looked behind to see a few students you knew were in your class approach.

“You have to, come on,” You tugged her along, “We went through a whole makeover too, it’s too late to back out now.”

Hanai whined as you tugged her along to a pair of desks in the far front row of the class. For Izuku to notice Hanai’s look, he’d have to look up. You held a hand up to stop Hanai from sitting, with your other hand you shuffled through your bag for a dense book. You pulled out a required reading of the 1890s to present poem collection and dropped it on the desk in front of you. You glanced to the back of the row to see Izuku double-take. Hanai forced a sweet smile, waved her fingers at him, and sat down behind you. You slid sideways into your seat so you could still talk to her, but as soon as she seated herself her head went down and her arms wrapped around her head. You patted her head and turned in your seat to face forward as the melodic tones signaled the first day of your last term of high school.

[t4tboblin]

feeling crazy 🤪 thinking about bb pokemon au. here are bob, linda, tina, gene, and louise's teams, in that order. explanations under the cut :) feedback is welcome id love to hear yalls thoughts

Bob in my head, he never really did any battling or anything, pokemon are just sort of a thing that exists around him. so i tried to reflect that with his "team"

camerupt: his "starter"-basically a gift from his dad when he started the restaurant. its absolutely ancient and lives in the restaurant kitchen; it gets up in the morning and plods over to help heat up the grill and lies there all day, then in the evening gets back up and goes to lie in its bed. too old to go upstairs. same vibe as your 10 year old laptop that you only use for one specific thing but by god are you using it. subsists on grease. bob has offered it other food. it jsut likes grease.

vanillish: aka the ice cream maker. linda suggested they get a working pokemon for the restaurant and this was the result. pokemon make bob nervous a little bit but he was like. the dad who says you cant get a pet and then ends up obsessed with the pet. hes an objectmon lover at heart :') he doesnt really consider it "his pokemon" but hes definitely the closest to being its trainer. it sleeps in the walkin and seems to love it, so.

klefki: object mon. symbolizes his love of object mons. i think maybe his keys got haunted one day and he just went. well. this might as well happen. its very chill

applin: the most "pet-like" of any of bob's mons, applin snuck into their produce one day and instantly won bob over. it sits on his shoulder or on the counter while hes working. also come on. he has to have a food mon on his team.

pidove: bob doesnt HAVE a pidove but theres one that always hangs around near the restaurant and he likes looking at em

tandemaus: Tandemaus

Linda she actually started a Pokemon Journey TM as a kid but ended up going home after getting her first badge. she loved the experience though!

emolga: her starter. likes to perch on bobs head. he likes to complain about it. but shes a cuddly sweetheart so its hard NOT to love her

scrafty: one of the mons linda caught on her journey. frequent accomplice when she was hellraising as a child. surprisingly good at keeping the kids out of trouble now

morpeko: she actually got it from trading her shinx back during her journey ("ha! sucker! those things are a dime a dozen") but the shinx was shiny :') but morpeko is a perfect fit for her (gets mad when it doesnt eat vs "mom has to eat every 15 minutes or she turns into a monster"). first of her pokemon that bob managed to win over

oricorio: a gift from her parents when she was in high school, long after shed come home from her journey. shes never changed its form and may or may not know she can even do that

zigzagoon: she doesnt actually have one, but theres a colony in the alley that she loves watching. theres a few galarian zigzagoon in there too, but in my mind The King is hoenian

tandemaus: Tandemaus

Tina by far the trickiest one for me. she doesnt want to be a trainer, but she does think contests are kinda cool

Munna: her first mon. bob and linda got her to help with her night terrors. also helps her remember good dreams so she can write about them in her diary/eff

Mudbray: i think tina starts volunteering at a pokemon daycare and this is one of the eggs that pops up. the trainer lets her keep it, but it has to live at the daycare ("for now!") because a Horse is not fitting in their apartment

Ponyta: tina's dream partner pokemon is a galarian rapidash. as much as i would love to see her dream come true im not convinced it will. however i can say with confidence that she'll have her very own ponyta one day :)

Hitmontop: reference to her capoeira era (rhyme unintended) also i like the idea of tina getting into martial arts in general

ralts: she wanted to catch a Dance-related pokemon to impress jimmy jr buuuuut she couldnt find a kirlia so. ralts. itll evolve someday! and then be really cool! but she kinda likes how awkward it is. its sweet. no shes not projecting. leave her alone

Drifloon: i like the idea of her zombie-fixation carrying over to ghost types. she found drifloon down by the pier and thinks its cute. bob thinks its definitely killed children before. but its very well behaved so the balloon stays

Gene definitely not a trainer either LOL if anything he wants to do pokemon musicals. all his mons are pretty much just performance partners

Loudred: his first mon, gifted to him as a whismur. bob and linda regret it significantly more now that its. not that. basically a standin for his megaphone

(Shiny) Eevee: aka Ken. he finds him walking home from school one day and hides him in his room for... longer than youd expect. by the time bob and linda found out it was way too late to kick ken out. something something trans-coded trainers having eevees

Spoink: also gets brought in off the street; gene just has a way of befriending stray mons. its a great match for his energy

his other three mons (Squawkabilly, Kricketune, and Chatot) he meets when hes older. i imagine grown-up him would have a whole flock of chatot living outside his apartment. linda hates kricketune though

Louise shes gonna be. the very best. like NO ONE ever was. fairy is the perfect type for her-cute, kinda weird, ridiculously strong

Igglybuff: as a wee one she saw wigglytuff and was obsessed and begged and begged her parents for one. she was significantly less impressed when she saw its first form but thats ok, theyre still buddies. and once her DUMB PARENTS will let her battle, shes gonna evolve that sucker into the wigglytuff of her dreams

Mimikyu: not her first pokemon, but definitely her partner. she finds it creeping around the apartment and demands to keep it. come on its cute creepy and powerful, shes eating that up

Ribombee: she gets him "second hand" and sneaks him into school with her. louise likes that hes a weird bug.

Togepi: a gift from her family on her 10th b-day-or at least the egg is. she watches that thing like a hawk and when it hatches she is DELIGHTED ("this must be what childbirth feels like!" "mm. yeah. pretty much the same.")

Morgrem: she catches this sucker in high school and they get into all kinds of mischief

Tinkatink: come on, shes just a little guy. look at her. louise cant just leave her out in the cold. no of course she isnt going to let her hit rocks at people or whack her parents toes. she'll be a perfect saint, honest.

[where-dreamers-go]

“Dancing And Dragons” Eragon x Reader

(A/N: Oooo a Modern!Reader who knows martial arts. Now we’re talkin’!!! :D And capoeira??? Yes, please. Eragon won’t know what hit him! Hahaha. Okay, let’s go with a new concept—a fresh and different Modern!Reader that’s separate from the mess on my computer. Woo! So just a Modern! Reader. @coffencomputers I got a little carried away writing in dragons. I definitely recommend any readers to read up or watch some videos about capoeira. Warnings: Mention of kicking, but not actually kicking someone. Word Count: 962 words)

Alagaësia, a wide and magical land of fantasy.

So what the blazes were you doing East of there with a dragon hatchling nuzzling your shoe? You had no idea.

What you did know was that you were lucky to be alive. Out of all locations to pop into, at least you were near people and water. More specifically: Mount Arngor.

There were dragons, urgals, dwarves, elves, and a very confused Dragon Rider. The Dragon Rider who stumbled upon you in a clearing and chose not to end your existence. After a lot of fast talking on your part. Thank goodness.

Being in a world of magic when your memories of it were through words on a page was ore than a little mind boggling. It hardly made sense. So you left that bit of information out of any conversation. Sticking to the story of unknown teleportation was working fine. Vague, but believable.

The little amethyst colored hatchling pawed at the toe of your shoe. They were the smallest one you had seen. Cute and curious.

It was a wonder you were allowed to be near any dragon. You were still a stranger. Right? No one knew your favorite color.

“You know,” you told the little dragon, “I think it’s time for some movement.”

The little dragon tilted their head as they met your gaze.

“I can’t sit here forever. It’s peaceful, but I have to move around.” You stood up and walked into the small clearing. “You can join me if you want.”

They made a small snort.

“Alright.” You shrugged. “Enjoy your break from….Language lessons? You’re having those right?”

Tilting their head again, they sat down to watch you.

You took that as a maybe.

Taking a few deep breathes through your stretches helped ease your body from the sitting you had been doing. Nothing fancy.

Once finished, you really started.

Music played through your mind. A slow beat that kept you steady on your feet. Sweeping a leg just over the ground, you held control.

There were no competitions nor fighting.

The rhythm of your internal music picked up. You followed it. Felt it.

Rotating your torso, your foot made an arc through the air as your hand met the ground. Fluid and steady. You did it again. Your movements did not take you far from your starting position.

You smiled.

Getting into a rhythm was easier. To pretend there was live music helped. It added a liveliness to the movements. Fun.

When else would you be turning through move after move and kicks? At home probably.

Being in a fictional world, or what you thought was only so, gave you many reasons for outlets to relax. Sometimes the idea of where you were was a bit much to handle. Both the good and annoying. Time alone with your thoughts was important.

Even dragons needed time to themselves. Hence the half dozen hatchlings watching you go into a hook kick.

You supposed they needed entertainment too. Unless it was them feeding curiosity. Probably the later.

Whether you spoke, walked, or completely pretended to mind your own business, you were on the other end of someone’s curiosity.

“You dance without music?”

“WHOA!” You spun around.

Eragon stood with his hands up defensively. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to scare you.”

“Startled, but fine. Hi.”

“Hello.” He lowered his hands. “May I ask why you’re dancing without music?”

You rose an eyebrow.

“Not that—I mean—I was walking nearby and wanted to know why the hatchlings were gathered here. I haven’t been here long.”

Pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress a smile was seemingly more difficult than half the kicks you performed. To have casual conversations with the Dragon Rider were far more fun without the presence of judging eyes. Usually those who ignored everyone and had pointed ears. Knowing him more than he knew you gave you an unfair advantage. A fun one though. For you at least.

Taking pity on Eragon, you decided against teasing him with word play.

“I wasn’t dancing.”

Eragon’s mouth opened silently.

“But if it looks like dancing,” you chuckled, “then I haven’t forgotten how to do capoeira.”

“What’s that?” He asked and took a few steps closer to you.

“It’s a fighting style.” You smiled.

Oh, did you know there was a question or ten about to roll in. Eragon always did have a question for you. Literally, every day. That’s what happened when your home was nowhere near Alagaësia and he knew. Something you had to live with.

“Are there many styles of fighting where you’re from?” Eragon asked. A curious glint shown in his brown eyes in the afternoon sun.

“Yes.”

The excitement of new knowledge smoothed the stress from his features. From Dragon Rider to farm boy in less than three seconds.

“Do you know other styles of fighting?”

“I know of others. I’ve mainly practiced capoeira. I like how it flows. Between moves, you know?”

“Oh.” His eyebrows knit together, thoughts churning. Eyes looked elsewhere.

“It’s alright to ask.”

Eragon’s gaze met yours. A little unsure, but soft.

You nodded encouragingly.

“Is it effective in a real fight?” Eragon asked.

“Yes. A kick can knock someone to the ground. It might seem….unconventional in appearance or…a dance, but that’s the point.”

He smiled.

“And no, I will not demonstrate on or with you,” you said quickly. “I’d rather not be roasted.”

Smiling, Eragon tried covering up his discomfort at the idea. He was still getting used to your humor.

“But….then again.” You crossed your arms under your chest. “If we do it correctly, neither of us will even hit the other. Could be fun.”

The dragon hatchlings chirped and jumped excitedly.

Eragon stilled.

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[2hoothoots]

The lovely Camilla Vodello for the Ask Meme. As Sasha the residential Science Dad if you haven't done either already.

hell yeah! gonna do both because i'm always happy to ramble lol

Milla

First Impressions:

honestly i think my first impressions of Milla were that she had big teacher vibes, haha. from the opening cutscene she kinda struck me as like, okay, you're the sensible one of the group. the mom friend

Impressions Now:

Milla is great. I mean c'mon, how can you not love Milla. she just seems like boundless fun to be around. I love her whole disco aesthetic, her design is super fun, her mental world is great -- she's great! I really love characters who have been through terrible things and still choose light and love and positivity, and Milla is that to a T for me.

Favourite Moment:

I love when she threatens to levitate Raz to the moon. like it's such a playful threat but also from the look in her eyes you know she would

Idea for a Story:

I'm always a sucker for mission fics, so I'm gonna say some of her adventures with the Psychonauts! maybe with Sasha, or maybe working alongside another partner, like Hollis? Milla perfectly encapsulates that kind of glamorous 007 secret agent vibe, and it'd be fun to read something leaning into that.

Unpopular Opinion:

I don't like when people make Milla out to be this super angsty tragic figure. Like, what happened to her was a tragedy, of course it was – but I think what I like most about Milla is how she's such a wonderful, bubbly, upbeat person in spite of that. She's someone who's been through horrible, terrible things and still chooses to laugh and dance and sing, and idk I prefer to celebrate that strength of character rather than paint her as someone who's secretly super tortured and is just covering it up.

Favourite Relationship:

I feel like I'm contractually obligated to say Sasha/Milla. in my defense, it's just a really good ship! they work on so many levels – the classic 'opposites attract', the secret agent power couple, the awkward nerds who keep dancing around their feelings for each other... plus I think they're just really sweet, they're clearly very close and I love how they complement each other.

Favourite Headcanon:

Something I've been meaning to draw for ages – I hc Milla practices capoeira! I think the focus on music and song and fluid, gymnastic movement is all a perfect fit for her, and also I think she should be allowed to kick ass with sweet martial art moves

Sasha

First Impressions:

I think Sasha's design is very effective at communicating his whole Deal. straight lines, dark colours, square glasses, plus the VA totally sells that slightly droll monotone. I think from the opening cutscene I was expecting him to be a little more of a mad scientist type?

Impressions Now:

Sasha is a little less of a 'mad' scientist and more of a 'dull, methodical and just a little bit unethical' scientist, but you know what it's all good. the 'academic with terrible interpersonal skills' character archetype is one that's very near and dear to my heart, and who doesn't love some child endangerment every now and again. I really like all the little twists to his character, as well, like how he totally believes in aliens and wears socks and sandals around the office

Favourite Moment:

I deeply enjoy the "well, my ass is covered" when you get back to his lab with the marksmanship learner's permit from Ford. should be be teaching this ten-year-old advanced combat training? probably not, but there's a paper trail so it's like, whatever.

Idea for a Story:

I'm very much a subscriber to the "Otto was Sasha's mentor" theory so I'd love to see that play out! what were the early days of Sasha's career as a Psychonaut like? did he join up in his teens, or not until he was an adult? I think there could be a lot of interesting stuff there to dig into.

Unpopular Opinion:

I really don't think Sasha would be a good surrogate father figure for Raz. or for anyone!! have you seen him? Sasha "child experimentation" Nein is not great with kids, and he clearly sees Raz much more as a little mini-me than, I dunno, his kid. again I don't want to knock anyone's headcanons here, but given that Raz's relationship with his family is so important to his character, the whole "Sasha and Milla adopt Raz to go live at the Motherlobe" thing has always felt kinda weird to me, I super don't get it. (AND AGAIN if those are the kinds of stories you like, knock yourself out, pal, these are just my personal tastes)

Favourite Relationship:

Is it cheating if I say Sasha/Milla again? maybe, haha. if I had to pick another one, maybe Sasha and Otto? I wish we saw a little more of their interactions in the game, but what we have is super interesting to me. OH or Sasha and Lili! it's so cute how he calls her 'darling' in RoR, awwww.

Favourite Headcanon:

because I like getting deep into weird worldbuilding stuff -- I HC that Sasha's field of study is neural development in young minds, and specifically the development of psychic powers. you can't go inside the mind of someone under 18 (maybe because the mindscape is still developing and vulnerable to external influences?) so in terms of psychic exploration it'd make sense that that's still a large blank spot. he was talked into attending Whispering Rock as a counsellor in no small part because it'd give him a lot of subjects to observe lol

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 3, Chp. 9″

"Black Butterfly, sail across the waters Tell your sons and daughters what the struggle brings Black Butterfly, set the skies on fire Rise up even higher So the ageless winds of time can catch your wings"

Deniece Williams – "Black Butterfly"

Disa spotted Pamela in the middle of the floor.

The moment the beat hit her ears, Pamela threw her head back and tossed her ass in a circle letting Disa know it was good to go.

The beginning was always the difficult part of her sets when she was trying to create a montage of feelings through sound. There were peaks and valleys she had to hit in order to hold the audience hostage. She almost lost it halfway through Zana High Life when the host shouted out DJ Geechee Dan standing on the side of the stage. Disa had been trying to find him up in the VIP section and he was right there, less than twenty feet from her watching her cut up a live mix.

It was Erik that saved her from bumbling her set as she focused on him moving instead of Geechie Dan being so near her. He came out of nowhere and she had no idea he could dance so well. The boy showed out and Pamela tried to keep up. It brought a smile to her lips to see him grab her homegirl and dance Pamela around. No one had ever been able to hang with her, and Erik pushed the woman to go all out.

Disa reeled everyone back in when she let Erik's voice quote "Beloved" over the music. He matched the tone of the syncopated beats. It sounded romantic. Dreamy. She took a respite and let the mix play as she watched him dance. So fluid. Like water. She knew he practiced capoeira and decided to go off script and freestyle her set. Dragging down some berimabau sounds, she cued up a Brazilian jam and dropped it on top of her own drumming in time to the stringed instrument. It struck like a thunderbolt on Erik and it shocked her to see him backflip and hold his body in a handstand as his legs moved in slow motion before he crouched on the floor low and swayed to the ancient sounds.

The boy was bad.

Loose hips and expressive arm movement fooled everyone into thinking he was just jamming instead of showing off a martial art. Disa was in awe and almost missed her next transition cue because she was so mesmerized by him. How could that brainy, standoffish, and arrogant man-child turn into a snake-hipped God of the dance?

Pamela jumped back on him and Disa played with them both by skipping her planned closing and taking the two of them to the Black Queer spaces she roamed with Pamela and friends. Punching up the voice of the icon Selvin Mizrahi, aka MC Debra, Disa brought in ballroom beats.

"That shouldn't have been the question," echoed about the space and Pamela stopped dancing with Erik and pointed a finger at Disa.

"Don't play with me, bitch!" Pamela shouted before she dropped to the floor and duck walked like the diva she was. This attracted their other homegirl Tatum who dipped several times making Yamilet stand aside with weak knees. Pamela played with Tatum in a simulated ballroom battle over Erik's attention until Tatum pushed Pamela aside and twirled around the youngster capturing his attention. The audience roared when Erik dropped into his own duck walk challenging Tatum. Erik's friends howled and the entire venue lost it when he dipped three times in front of Tatum making her storm off in a pretend huff as he duck walked after her before spinning on his back and shoulders. He grabbed Tatum's hand and ground on her ass with the closing notes of Disa's set. Loud whistles and claps erupted, and she waved to the crowd before the lights switched over to the next DJ who looked frightened at the prospect of following up after her.

Tatum rushed over to her swiping back long strands of crimped and twisty hair.

"Girl, your lil man was out here giving what he was supposed to give! Is he…?"

"Erik? No, I don't believe so."

"He was putting that thang on me like he wanted a piece of the good, Sis. He grab on me again like that and I'll let him get a taste."

Tatum's dark brown eyes were glossy from drinking and she followed Disa as she carried her crate of vinyl to the green room.

"He's not the type to turn mean if he knows….y'now…" Tatum said.

"He's very open. I don't think he'd trip to know you're Trans."

"Good. Cuz he could get it from any of these women out here. Did you see him move? I know Pamela is butt hurt that she was not the center of the dance universe tonight."

Tatum watched her tuck her crate under a covered table and push them far back with her jacket on top of it with her computer bag.

"I liked how you closed out your set."

"People liked it, yeah?"

"Yeah, but I worry cuz you know how these niggas be wildin' if you bring in the Fam in hetero spaces. Everybody turns into homophobe and kills the vibe for everybody."

Disa's cell buzzed. She pulled it from her back pocket.

"Yamilet and them. She's out by the car now."

Disa dragged her crate back out and Tatum carried her computer bag for her. They headed outside to the parking lot. Yamilet was there with Pamela, and Essie. She opened her trunk and Disa dumped her stuff. The women gave her joyous hugs and high fives before they traipsed back in to catch the other DJs.

Erik ran up to her breathless.

"Hey! I thought you were leaving!"

Disa patted his arm.

"No, just putting my gear away. Erik, these are my friends…"

She introduced everyone, and Erik shook their hands. Tatum and Pamela gave him big hugs and Yamilet snapped her fingers at him.

"Geechie… Hey! Geechie Dan, hold up!" Erik shouted.

Disa's heart dropped in her belly. Erik shook her idol's hand and brought him over to Disa.

"This is Disa Abdullah-Woods, your biggest fan," Erik said.

"My dear, sweet, woman, you are a master class of gifts. That set was-"

Geechie Dan kissed his fingers to end his praise.

Disa held out a trembling hand to him.

"No, that's not gonna do, Buttafly. Bring it in," he said opening his arms wide.

Disa burst into tears.

"Hey, I'm nobody to cry over," he whispered.

Geechie Dan gave Disa a big hug, and she stood there like a blubbering baby. The years that she spent practicing what she would say to the man if she ever met him in person went straight out the window. She used to laugh at people who became overly emotional meeting celebrities, but now she totally understood the overwhelming feeling that surged through her.

She wiped her eyes and Erik rubbed her back with gentle circles.

"I've been a fan since I was a little kid," she stammered out.

"Erik here told me. I told him how much I enjoyed his dancing and he just went in about you."

A crowd surrounded Geechie Dan, but he ignored them, his twinkling eyes on her.

"It has been a long time since I've seen a DJ create a set with so much intention behind it. You have something special in you, young lady. Never lose that gift."

Disa's mouth seemed to lose all ability to work. All the things she wanted to say stalled in her throat. He was there in the flesh. Standing in front of her.

"Disa has a radio show you should go on," Erik suggested.

"Oh yeah? Give me your number. I'll call you up and we can chop it up."

Geechie Dan pulled out his cell and Disa gave him her number, her voice a soft shell of its usual assertive tone.

"When I get some free time, I'll hit you up. Excuse me, they want me back up on stage. Amazing set, Disa. Keep spinning!"

The man shook her hand with both of his and his entourage and promoters swept him away.

"She's still in shock," Yamilet said waving her hand in Disa's face.

Erik's bright smile attracted her attention. Had he not spoken to the man, Disa may very well have missed her opportunity to meet him, let alone remember to ask the man for a radio interview. Her mind floated with the surreal nature of the experience. Her cell buzzed.

Here's my number. I'll be in New York in a few weeks, would be open to an in-person radio interview.

Geechee Dan's personal cell number. She had it. In her palm.

Disa reached out and grabbed Erik's shoulders. She planted a big fat kiss on his lips.

"Damn, what was that for?" he said.

"Being here," she said.

He wiped his lips and smiled.

"Erik…"

Chloe slinked up and slipped her arm in Erik's, tugging him towards the dance floor. Disa watched him enter the thick crowd of swaying bodies to dance once more.

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Her night was a dreamy success.

Disa stayed in a popular hotel with her friends, and they hung out in the bar. Erik strolled into the lobby with his friends. In a tipsy stupor, Disa walked over to him with a fresh drink in her hand. "Didn't know you were staying here too," she said.

He took the drink from her and sipped it down.

"Hey… you can't drink this here out in the open, you're underage!"

She snatched it away from his lips.

"Nah, it's after midnight… I'm twenty-one now," he said.

"Oh, shit. It's your birthday? Today?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, Erik!"

She hugged him tight and gave him the glass of liquor.

"Enjoy," she said.

"What room are we in?" Jace asked.

Erik's dorm companion looked sleepy along with two other guys.

"301," Erik said handing Jace a key card.

Disa's friends called for her to return to the bar counter.

"Come celebrate with us," she said pointing to her group.

"I'm beat, to be honest. Thanks for asking me though."

"If you change your mind, we'll be down here."

"Good to know."

"Thanks for everything, Erik. Tonight was really special and meant a lot to me. Especially with you hooking me up with Geechie Dan."

"Glad to make your dream come true."

His eyes penetrated hers.

"Okay grown-ass man, go to bed," she said pushing on his arm playfully.

"You're drunk," he teased.

"A happy one at that," she said stumbling off to join her girls.

Three more drinks later, after a heated discussion with a group of men who hovered around them trying to interject their unwanted opinions about dating, Disa leaned over the bar counter and asked for a special birthday cocktail for Erik. She went to the lobby restroom, collected the drink afterward, and excused herself from her friends. She took the elevator to the third floor and found Erik's room. The fruity exotic drink had a lot of strong liquor in it. Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to answer. She could hear a tv on and talking going on inside.

Kelvin, a cute nerdy string bean answered the door.

"Is Erik up?" she asked.

Kelvin's eyes nearly popped out looking at her.

"You were so good," he yelped.

"Thank you… um… Erik?"

"He's not here."

"Not here? Did he go out?"

"No, he's in that room," Kelvin said pointing across the hall to room 302.

"Thanks," she said.

Kelvin closed the door and Disa did a one-eighty and rapped her knuckles on the new door. She toyed with the blue umbrella and pineapple garnish on his drink. Erik answered. Shirtless and wearing tight gray boxers.

"Hey," she said.

"Um… Hi. 'sup?"

"Birthday drink. A proper one."

She thrust it out to him and tried to brush past him, but he held an arm up in the door jamb blocking her. Her brain failed to register that he didn't want her inside, and she bumped against him, her breasts touching his chest.

"I can't come in?"

"I have someone here," he said.

Her eyes cut behind him. Chloe was draped in nothing but a sheet, the tops of her breasts threatening to spill over her arm that clutched the covers.

"Oh, snap. I'm sorry. I thought you were staying with the guys over there. Didn't realize you had your own room. Here, enjoy the drink," she said.

Erik took the bulbous glass, and his expression was full of embarrassment. He stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him. Disa stepped back from him and fumbled with her hands.

"Handle your business. It's time for me to get to bed myself… get some sleep. Have fun!"

She tried to sound jovial, but something in the back of her throat made her voice accusatory. As if she caught him doing something behind her back. For months she thought of Erik as her little pet. He was her loyal puppy, and she had to admit she enjoyed all the fawning he did over her. But he was also a young man with needs. She tried not to look at the package that was hanging in his underwear. The outline of it was showing off. God forbid if he was a grower too.

"Me and Chloe kinda got this thing going on now…"

"New girlfriend and good birthday sex is a blessing. Night Erik."

She turned to leave and pivoted back to him.

"Can I put on a birthday dinner for you and your family? I know you're planning on eating at Toulouse, but I would love to host your birthday party at my place."

"That's too much Disa. I have a lot of people coming in from all over."

"How many?"

"Fifteen—"

"Pfft, boy, you've been to my dinner parties, you know how I get down. Fifteen is nothing for me."

"The cost alone will be crazy—"

"Let me handle that. You deserve a special day. You made my night amazing, let me show my appreciation. What would you like to eat?"

Erik's eyes grew thoughtful, they dropped to look at his drink.

"I love your Confit de Canard,"

"Aw, I see. I finally got you to give in to duck meat."

"It's gonna be hella expensive."

"Don't worry about it. Let's say six sharp on Saturday, three courses and Turkish coffee with a birthday cake."

His eyes lit up.

"I'll let my people know."

"Tell them to dress up. I'll plan a splendid evening with games afterward."

Erik grabbed her hand and pulled her in close.

"Thank you," he said.

"Better get back to Chloe. Don't want her chewing my head off for keeping all of this out of the bed."

She smirked at him and wandered down the hall.

###

Chloe had a frown n her face when Erik walked back into the hotel room.

"What did she want?"

"Birthday gift," he said holding up the fancy drink.

He sipped it, and the liquor was too strong for his tastes. It would knock him out before he had a chance to smash Chloe. He put the glass on the nightstand and pulled off his boxers. His dick was already at half-mast.

"Why is your dick like that already?"

Chloe sat up, and the frown on her face deepened.

"Looking at you gets me excited," he countered.

Hopping into the bed, he pulled back the sheets and swiped her nipples with his tongue.

"You're attracted to her."

"Disa? That's my homegirl—"

"Everyone knows you have a crush on her. You turn into a puddle whenever she's around."

Chloe folded her arms over her breasts blocking his access.

"If your dick is getting hard for her, maybe you should get some birthday sex from her instead!"

"Chloe. Stop trippin'. I'm giving this dick to you."

He rubbed the hardening length against her thigh. She slapped it.

"Wanna play rough?" he said.

"Was your dick hard for that Trans chick too?"

"What?"

"Disa's friend. The one with the long fluffy hair. You didn't know?"

"No. She fine as fuck though."

"You'd fuck a Trans woman?"

There was disgust on her face.

Erik sat up. He'd been around Trans women and Trans men all his life, especially in Brazil. He had a Trans play uncle in Sao Paulo who used to babysit him and his play cousin Marisol.

"A woman is a woman. She got titties I can play with and a hole I can fuck, I don't see a problem—"

"Ohmigod! You really would fuck her."

"That ass was amazing."

"I can't believe you're serious!"

"Are you a queerphobe? Cuz if you are, that's not gonna work for me."

"No… I just… I can't picture you being like that."

"Like what?"

"Accepting. You're like a man's man—"

"A Transphobe? I wasn't raised like that. My mother would never let me treat people like shit who didn't deserve it."

Chloe stared down at her hands.

"I'm glad to hear that, actually."

"Yeah? Why?"

Her eyes welled up.

"My sister… she's transitioning… he's becoming my brother and I worry about him going up against guys like you."

"Guys like me?"

"Y'know overly masculine. He's coming to visit me in a few weeks and I wanted you to meet him since he's interested in capoeira."

Her eyes met his.

"I didn't mean to be accusatory about Disa's friend. She's beautiful. Prettier than me."

"You're the prettiest woman in this room right now."

She slapped his hand and smiled.

"But you do like Disa. Right?"

"She's my friend. I had a big crush on her when I first arrived on campus, but now… she's like a mentor… a big sister. We're close and she teaches all kinds of cool stuff. I probably do act all goofy when I'm around her—"

"It's cute… really. I just… let's forget about it."

He kissed her. With guilt. Disa meant more to him than just a big sister or a mentor. She was the ultimate woman. But she would never see him as a man.

Chloe wrapped her lips around his dick and rolled a condom on his shaft after she plumped him up to complete hardness. She presented her backside to him and he sank into her walls and pumped, enjoying her soft sighs and cries of passion. He took off the condom much later as she allowed him to fuck her raw in the ass and dump a hot load in her anal walls. She kept his mind off of Disa and those lush breasts that truly made his dick thicken and visibly tell Chloe the truth. Disa was his dream girl. Everyone could see it.

###

The large package arrived at Disa's house the day before Erik's birthday party. She called him on his phone to tell them that a big box with a D.C. return address and B. Dunduza written in black block letters was sitting in her living room.

He drove over to her house, and Disa watched him tear it open. There was a note on top of the bubble wrap.

"Kept these in storage for you. We wanted to wait until you turned twenty-one to have them. Cherish them as we cherish you."

Uncle Bakari and Auntie Shavonne both signed it.

Erik removed the layer of bubble wrap and his heart nearly stopped.

He fingered the old dark brown leather, and a breath shuddered out of him.

"Erik? You alright?" Disa asked.

She put a hand on his shoulder as he lifted the leather-bound journal from the box.

"These are my father's journals," he whispered.

Opening the first journal, he recognized the careful Wakandan script written by his father's powerful hand. They taped a small piece of bubble wrap on the page. Erik unraveled it and gasped before falling on his backside.

"What is it?" Disa asked, rising concern coloring her voice

Opening his fingers, Erik stared at the wondrous gift.

His Baba's ring. Attached to the chain his mother bought for him as an anniversary gift. The chain his father wore the night he was killed by King T'Chaka.

His family birthright.

Now his.

Chapter 10 HERE

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bathym, have you ever tried an rhythm game called dancerush stardom? knowing your history with capoeira I think you might like it :)

“Dancerush Stardom? Sounds like fun!”

We whips out his phone and does a quick Internet search of the game.

“Oh, I see! It’s kinda like Dance Dance Revolution!”

“Thanks for telling me about it! I’ll definitely give it a try next time I’m near an arcade! The high score is as good as mine!”

[scripttorture]

Do you have any advice for self-care to use specifically when you are angry and frustrated by torture apologia? Or even more so when being dismissed when confronting others because they think you are not smart, too emotional, not having enough applicable background, etc. I wanted to keep this general. I know you posted about taking breaks and keeping up your mental health but I could not find anything about ways to deal with anger that don’t involve confronting others, especially if it is culturally frowned upon. Thank you for your hard work with this blog.

Well duck, I uh mostly deal with anger by running this blog.

 I’m honestly not sure that I deal with anger well. I try and I’m working on it but I know I struggle to stay calm and polite when something infuriates me. I’m also a lot better at communicating in a helpful, patient and articulate fashion in writing then I am in person.

 Keep in mind that you do not have to have these conversations every time someone is spouting torture apologia.

 Spreading awareness is great! Educating others is great!

 But (and I really can not stress this enough) it is not your job to correct everyone. It is not your job to ‘fix’ people. It is not your job to persuade others they should care.

 Pick your battles. Engage with people who you think you can have a genuine conversation with. Remember that when you’re talking politics (and torture is political) then the aim is not to convert the people on the extreme ends: it’s to persuade the people who are on the fence.

 And if you really want to engage with people engage about the things they care about. If you’re talking to someone who believes in law and order or justice as retribution then talk about how torture puts police at risk and how it leads to innocent people landing in jail. If you’re talking to people who are concerned with safety in their neighbourhoods talk about how torture can serve as a recruiting factor for extremist groups and gangs. If they’re concerned about public health and the treatment of the mentally ill talk about how torture causes life long health problems and how that takes away from the economy.

 Aim at the level where people are willing to engage with you.

 If people take issue with your level of education or subject and question how you can know this stuff; act like an academic would. Cite your sources.

 ‘Well Rejali who studied this for years and created one of the most detailed analysis of global torture we have-’ ‘O’Mara, who studies the brain and how trauma impacts it,’ ‘Morgan, who put US marines through a mock interrogation with mild levels of stress and found-’ ‘Shalev who studies solitary confinement-’ ‘Sironi who is a psychologist and has interviewed hundreds of torturers-’ ‘Kara who produced the largest data base of interviews with modern slaves-’

 Repressing your anger, tapping it down, is not a good idea. As with most negative emotions it’s healthier to let yourself feel them and work through them.

 It’s also important to recognise that while there are real reasons for your feelings you can not always do anything about them. And there comes a point where you have to deal with that. The things that anger us and hurt us are not always things we can actually personally effect. Changing public opinion takes decades and is the work of thousands of people, not one individual.

 I feel like those of us who are not from the West have a bit of an advantage here, because sitting with that anger and learning when and how to put it aside is something you grow up with.

 Having support helps a lot. Having people you can talk to about this stuff is incredibly important. And I am so grateful to all of the people I know who support me in this: the court journalists, philosophers, writers and researchers who I can discuss this with. I also get a lot from reading about the successes around the world, modern or historical. They’re out there.

 Martial arts have also helped me a lot over the years. Capoeira helped me a lot but given the pandemic it isn’t a great idea right now. But a pair of boxing pads and a willing house mate are definitely a good way to get out some anger. Thumb on the outside of your fist, never inside your fingers. Keep it close to your body, fist at your hip, thumb upwards. Twist as you punch so your thumb faces down as you connect with the pad. Make sure to move your hips.

 Don’t do what I did at uni and try to use a pillow instead of proper pads. You’ll end up bruised.

 Right now, without a decent capoeira group and a lockdown in place, I do push ups.

 If you have a garden dig. Plant young trees, if you’re in the northern hemisphere (it’s the wrong time in the southern hemisphere.) Dig a vegetable patch. Make an area of wild flowers by cutting and tearing out the grass, raking the ground and scattering native plant seeds in the mud.

 Take all the electric whisks out of the kitchen and make a cake. Cream the butter until it feels like your arm will fall off.

 Make a curry from scratch without a blender. I use a granite pestle and mortar and it takes several batches and several hours to grind a proper paste. I’m a big fan of Matar Paneer and it freezes well giving some tasty work lunches for a week or so.

 Make bread. I’m not very good at this but the kneading, layering and mixing all take a lot of work. Which can be a very good outlet. I wish I could give you a paratha recipe but the truth is my skill level is no where near high enough to attempt the best breads. (I buy mine frozen.)

 The advantage I’ve found from all of these outlets is they’re constructive. Boxing and push ups will make you stronger, whatever skill level you start at. Gardening will give you fruit, vegetables or wonderful flowers in a few months time. It’ll give you new knowledge of plants. Cooking any of the things I’ve suggested will give you wonderful food and more skills.

 I always try to find something constructive to do with my anger. I think there’s a tendency to portray anger as bad in and of itself rather then having a conversation about how we act on our anger.

 I also can’t stress enough how writing can help. Fiction is an excellent way to process our feelings and express why we feel the way we do.

 The piece of fanfiction I’m currently writing has one of the characters dealing with a traumatic brain injury. Writing this character struggling to communicate what he’s going through and trying to come to terms with his limits while the people around him are looking at him and saying ‘well you don’t look disabled-’ It’s helped me process a lot of my anger over how I’m treated because of my mental health problems and the dumb, unnecessary barriers that make my life more difficult.

 What’s the root of the anger here? When you know that, you can address it with words. You can construct a story that will explore it. You can see it through the lense of different characters. And that really helps process it.

 I hope that helps :)

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[nimblermortal]

My dog is twelve weeks old.

She can sit, stay (for upwards of 20 seconds with no line of sight to handler), come, down, stand, shake, and furacão (fancy trick of spinning in a circle a few times) either direction. She sits and waits for her food bowl to be put down, and then to be given permission to approach it. She could pass a therapy dog test today if they offered them to dogs less than a year old.

When I was practicing capoeira last night, she was almost as good about it as our twelve-year-old dog has been - wanted to stick close for a while, and then went over to the next room and laid down for a nap where she could keep an eye on me when she needed to.

She walks on a leash with, if not perfect puppy etiquette, far more decorum than I would dare to expect from a puppy her age.

She recognizes when people are in pain and wants to be near them to help.

She hasn’t had a potty-training accident in... four days? Five? And that was because I was still learning to read her signals, and got complacent because she’d gotten so good at it.

She’s presumably teething, but for all that I’ve only given her a bully stick the day she went to the vet, otherwise being told ‘that’s not yours’ is generally enough to get her to not chew on things. (Cardboard is far too tempting and requires removal from temptation, but I deliberately left our fire-starting newspapers in reach and she’s vaguely gummed one of them.)

This is a complete list of her faults: She gets bitey when she’s excited (but knows how hard she can bite and never goes past that). She nips at elastic material, especially if it’s flowy. She makes noise at the start of a meal (but then lays down and goes to sleep until you’re finished eating). When she’s outside and not on a leash, she doesn’t come when called 100% of the time. There are three people who, when she greets them, she pees. She likes to eat flowers. She jumps on people with the weight of her twelve pounds. She requires constant companionship. After four weeks, she has given up on the cats letting her be friends and started chasing them. She likes sticks, a lot, which dog people worry means she will shred one and get a shard stuck in her throat, but given that she’s been able to chew pebbles without swallowing them, I’m not much concerned.

I just. She’s objectively a really good dog, and I don’t know what I have done to deserve this. And she’s twelve weeks old.

[the-melting-world]

Coco’s (Temp) Pirate Bios

Sorry this is very disorganized right now. Just a bunch of random info. I’m not going to present these ocs in the typical arcana-style bio format because 1. they are still hatching & 2. I don’t really know how integrated they will be in the Arcana universe. 

Here’s a teaser for the ring-leader, Sun Bai. The rest is below the cut!

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Sun Bai, AKA “Mantis”

*

He/Him

Nicknames

Bai

Mantis - used by his enemies/rivals/potential employers

“Sun” is technically his surname, so when someone addresses him as such, he becomes very suspicious of the formality

Age: 31

Occupation: bounty hunter, wannabe con artist

Abilities: dysfunctional psychic

Appearance:

Face claim: Yoshi Sudarso

Ethnicity/Coding: Chinese-Vietnamese

Combination of East & Southeast Asian features – skin is on the darker side

Long salt & pepper hair (mostly salt) dark roots, wears it in a half bun or half ponytail, dark sideburns

He’s near-sighted as fuck and also very sensitive to sunlight, so you’ll almost never see him without a pair of round, shaded glasses that are honestly, too damn big for his face.

Has a septum piercing made out of jade stone

Bridge piercing also made from jade

There’s a beauty mark up by his left eye. Not usually visible with his hair and glasses in the way

Tall! 6’5

Very dark slate gray eyes. They look black most of the time. They are said to look like salt and pepper in the moonlight only

Fashion style/influences - punk-grunge era skater kid meets bodhisattva on rumspringa (working on putting together a moodboard so this makes more sense)

Personality

Professional Brat

whiny, complains constantly

cheapass motherfucker

a bit of a control freak (but in a very lazy, chaotic way)

paranoid as fuck

nervous, antsy, but tries his best to suppress it around new people

Clumsy!!! Seriously, if you know Bai is about to pay you a visit, you should go ahead and baby-proof the place

Good qualities???

He’s generous with people he cares about, very stingy with everyone else

He’s persistent, tenacious, doesn’t believe in quitting, tends to give out tough love peptalks that no one asked for. He doesn’t really do it because he cares, he just enjoys giving people a good kick in the ass if they need it

Knows a little kung-fu – specializes in Northern Praying Mantis style (but really sucks at it.)

The reason he’s called Mantis is actually because he can read minds and get close enough to gut/rob/catch you

Not very affectionate. He doesn’t like to be touched. He only touches out of necessity

Sun Bai has two sides. His daytime self is very paranoid, whiny and callous. But at night he calms down. He’s more lighthearted and relaxed. He also becomes more reclusive at this time. He goes without his glasses because his eyes work better in the dark, but there can be no modern light or even firelight present whatsoever

Shippable? Yes, but not very emotionally available. He doesn’t spend the night. He doesn’t cuddle. He indulges with you and then he’s gone. Hint: the best time to ask him out is after the sun goes down.

Trinkets

A bamboo quarterstaff (mostly for show and to keep people from touching him. He can’t fight worth shit. Currently trying to learn a little wushu to pair with his psychic abilities)

His glasses. They are always cracked, loose, or straight up broken. He’ll wear them anyway until his next appointment with Sascha.

***

Sascha the Oculist

*

She/Her

Nicknames – None really. Bai calls her “Cheza” sometimes, but that’s for him only

Occupation – Sun Bai’s oculist and unofficial personal manager/stylist

Since Bai is always accidentally breaking his glasses on the job, he decided to hire his oculist full time. He pays her handsomely. Loves to treat her to dinner whenever he can.

Sun Bai doesn’t ever try to read her mind, but they seem to have a language of their own

Abilities – some healing, but she hasn’t taken the time to develop it. Mostly relies on it to make her patients comfortable if she has to go poking at their eyes.

Appearance

Ethnicity/Coding: Filipina & Black

Height: 5’4

short, curly dark hair

dark brown eyes, wears glasses

always wearing dark lipstick. has different shades, but usually rocks a dark plum

Fashion style/influences - comfortable eclectic. Starchy solid button-downs, flowy, practical maxi skirts, soft ankle boots. Wears a shitload of jewelry in the form of rings, necklaces, bracelets and anklets from all over the world. Sun Bai always brings them back for her from his travels. Sascha never turns anything down and will find a way to incorporate it into her ensemble

Personality

Reserved, soft-spoken, very professional

Driven and focused

Comes off a little cold and distant. When she’s healing, she doesn’t have very good bedside manner either.

A woman of few words, she chooses her timing wisely. With that being said, her words can cut

Cares a great deal for Sun Bai, but will call him out for his dumbassery with a single look

Shippable? Technically yes, but she’s very career focused and ahem a little “biased” if you know what I mean. yeah she’s definitely in love but also denial with her boss whoops

Sascha is the only one of the temp pirates who is from Vesuvia! She has her office in the Heart District.

***

Rosario, AKA Mestra Adrenaline

*

She/Her

Nicknames

Don’t call her “Rosario” or you will get clocked. Period.

She goes by Rio, Adrenaline, or her full professional title

Only Bai and Sascha call her “Nali”

Age: 34

Occupation – freelance bodyguard. Currently works for Sun Bai

Abilities – A black belt (Mestre) in Storm Capoeira (also known as Capoeira Tempestade) Think Last Airbender’s Princess Azula’s style of lightning-redirection/firebending mixed with Brazilian dance-fighting. If it sounds very cool to watch, believe me, it is.

Appearance

PINK HAIR BITCHESSSS

She’s always wearing her hair in some kind of funky, playful style. Most of the time it’s two braided pigtails

Ethnicity/Coding: Afro-Latina

Height: 5’10

Though her skin is on the fairer side, her features lean Afro-centric, hair texture is a mixture of 3a, 3c, 3b. She wears it braided to keep it out of the way, but when she’s off the clock and going somewhere nice, she styles it into something that shows off her big and glam wave-curls

Dimple piercings!

Solid, curvy, tall (She’s basically my fantasy version of Megan Thee Stallion ok?)

Lots of power/strength in her legs and ass. She has to rely on her lower body a lot to perform Capoeira

Fashion style/influences – bubblegum pop streetwear with a touch of diy glam

Personality

LOUD.

Boisterous, energetic, playful, scrappy

She’s the most high maintenance of the three. One of the things she and Bai bond over

If you look up the phrase “Work hard, play harder,” Rio’s headshot is right next to it

A proud party animal. She can’t help herself. Once she’s had one drink, she will go hard and probably end up face down, ass up by the end of the night

Fiercely loyal. She doesn’t play around when it comes to people she cares about or even her clients. She will absolutely die for them.

With that being said, good luck trying to kill her. She’s built like a mountain.

Shippable? Yes, but she takes her job very seriously, so that will always be a priority. With that being said, Rio is definitely the most emotionally available of the three.