#it felt like one of the very few art skills i was 'naturally' good at

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

sometimes, when it feels like you've lost that inert, artistic spark, all you need to do is go back to an old but warm and familiar medium.

sometimes, if the moment is kind, you'll think, "ah, that's where i left it"

[xamag-draws]

BBR thoughts 2024

Since I mentioned that I finally dusted off an old project of mine and was ruminating on how I'd remake it, I thought I'd elaborate a little, now that I've solidified some concepts. For funsies

This is gonna be a bit of a long and unfocused one, but I don't share my personal thoughts here often, especially the stuff about my projects I always marinate in. And for once it's something that people have existing context for, so hey why not

So for anyone who hasn't been following me for a gajillion years, The Black Brick Road of OZ was a webcomic that I posted around 2013-2015, back when I was in highschool going on college (which is kinda crazy to think about). It was sort of a darker twist on The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, although I definitely leaned a lot more into dark humor more than anything in those first few chapters

I don't think it's available to read anywhere anymore, and I know people have been asking me about it. So here's the full proper archive of BBR, as full as it can be with deceased Flash

I totally used it as an excuse to shamelessly and self-indulgently experiment. It had interactive pages and GIFs and was wayyy too overproduced for what I could handle or what was necessary, but I did have great fun making it while it lasted

Unfortunately, that excess and the fact that I've changed too much as a person by the time I was in college is what ultimately killed it. The direction I wanted to go in was practically unrecognizable from the original idea started back in 2011, so there were many old hold-ups that I felt ruined it

At the time I kinda wished I could start/rewrite it all over, but considering that I pretty much had the entire script done at that point, it felt like a pointless sisyphean task. So I just put it on a shelf and didn't look back for about 8 years, because I didn't know what else to do

Now to be fair, the nature of my art has always been iterative and cyclical; when I feel like my creative juices have run dry I prefer to leave a project to marinate and move on to something else; cycle through other old things and bring in new skills and perspectives into the mix when I'm ready again. Not very productive, but it is what makes me happy to work on my OCs; I'm doomed to hit a wall with them eventually and I need some time to be able to find a new direction

So that said, I'm glad that BBR was left to marinate for that long. I don't think I was prepared, emotionally or intellectually, to tackle it again until now. The Wizard of Oz book (and the entire series of them, really) has always been near and dear to my heart, but there's a lot of context around it that I'm only unpacking now that I'm older

I think I always inherently feel negatively about the stuff I've made in the past, like its faults always jump out to me more than the positives, especially the more time passes. I've never liked that, and I do really appreciate the kind things people have to say about BBR to this day. The fact that it still can be recognized and remembered is very sweet

When I left it, I already found it "kinda cringe", and that feeling only deepened with years. When I took my first look back at it, asking the question "how would I rewrite it now?", at first I took a very cynical approach, as in "everything would have to be torn down"

But the more I sat on it, the more I found that I still see some merit and charm in the ideas I was putting out; I just didn't know how to execute them at the time (not to pretend that I know what I'm doing now, but I certainly know more at least). Turns out a lot of my old concepts could be changed substantially with just a few small tweaks. So I'd say that's a nicer way to think about my previous work

If you haven't seen yet, I posted a first draft of my new designs for some of the characters (the main group, the Goods and the Wickeds). Definitely subject to change, but more or less how I see them now

I'm just playing with these concepts; by no means would I attempt to remake BBR right this moment. Call it a pipe dream among my other ones. But just for fun, this is the direction I'd like to take:

Nowadays I'd probably make it a visual novel, with more emphasis on the visual part than the novel because I'm no English prose writer by any means. It'd still let me play a little with the interactivity while helping cut some corners on the drawing part (only some, I imagine I'd go hog wild anyway)

I've always intended for some events inspired by the sequel books to take place in BBR's past. Stuff like Jinjur's revolt or Ozma's rule preceeds the main events here. So I think it would be fun to follow the past of a few key characters alongside the main story. One chapter focusing on the present quest to see the Wizard, then one focusing on the past events (that are maybe reflective thematically); rinse and repeat

I'm also sticking a little closer to the original text in some regards. Not everything that I enjoy from the books would be translated here, it's still just a very loose fantasy on the material; but I'd like to be closer in spirit at least

I like mature, wise and powerful Glinda, I like kind and vulnerable Tin Man, I like the Wizard being a pathetic yet loveable liar, so I'm sprinkling in more of that for example

I'd like to keep some whimsy, but make it more grounded and a bit more serious to be coherent in tone. I think the original TWWOOZ book was a more realistic fantasy in some ways, even for the standards of the time; I like its simple but vivid tactile descriptions and details like bringing attention that Dorothy needed to eat and sleep

I find it funny that Baum specifically was averse to making his books scary or unpleasant, finding that unnecessary for telling a compelling kids story, but they still can get pretty dark and disturbing, at least for our modern sensibilities. Let's just say that I intend to use the Evoldo and Chopfyt storylines for my purposes. In that way, I feel like a "darker" Wizard of Oz retelling can still mostly be tonally in line with the original and balance it with enough heart and occasional humor

I slowly grew to appreciate the quaint old-timey quality of the original series, as well. The first book is both timeless and very much a product of the 1900s. Originally I tried to give it a little modern or at least anachronistic spin, but it was moreso because it's what I knew best, so these days I'd rather intentionally lean into the time period. Still not fully historically accurate by any means, but at least directly acknowledging the influence

The events of the story span across 40 years of these characters' lives, so I'm drawing inspiration from the entire so-called La Belle Epoque: the time period around 1880s-1920s. Basically I'm cooking, and my soup is old Victorian fashion morphing into Edwardian fashion and slowly inching towards flappers

Some new Dolly outfits

Lots of crazy things, political changes and innovations were happening at the turn of the century, which I think is noted and reflected by Baum in the books as well; the character of Tik-Tok might not blow any minds now, but he was one of the first robot characters in literature at that point; and don't even get me started on Jinjur, etc. Plenty of really interesting stuff one could lightly ponder in an Oz adaptation these days

Aesthetically, art nouveau has always been a big artistic influence for me, and it'd definitely be its time to shine here. John R. Neill's illustrations of the Oz books often keep me company as well. Nouveau architecture in particular fits that fairytale whimsy extremely well imo

I'd allow myself a little bit of art deco here and there, but ultimately its intimidating geometrical splendor is an antithetical to the flowery nature of nouveau and I associate it with a completely different era. Definitely fitting some characters like my Wicked Witch of the West, but shouldn't be overused

One of my main problems with the original BBR was that eventually I lost track of what it was even about; and the original ending felt too mean and unfulfilling to be worth it. Now I'd like to stick to the theme of home and family as my main theme, but in a different, more bittersweet way than in the book

An interesting connection I made is that a lot of my aforementioned older key characters (the Witches, Jinjur, the Nome King, etc) all came from the same reformatory as kids, that's how they know each other. In my recent research I learned that in those reformatories it was usually frowned upon to release the children back to the families, which were seen as the original corrupting influence regardless of the circumstance. The reformatory did everything in its power to cut that connection and make itself the only family those wayward kids were supposed to know and love. That's an unexpected tie into the theme of home that I'd like to explore as well

So yeah that's the current state of it. I have a bunch of outfit concepts I'm slowly cooking, although I'm now sure whether I'd post them... But I do miss these funny guys, and I'm glad some people still do as well :)

[cellophaine]

Chapter VIII: FOOT FAULT

Masterlist

Pairing: Art Donaldson x F!Reader

Warnings: Major angst.

Author's Note: Strap in and enjoy the ride 🫡 there will be even more turbulence from now on

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Ever since that day, your contact with Art had been far and few between. Every time you texted him, he would respond much later and in brief sentences. The conversations would always start and end with your message, and often about Art trying to balance school, practice, and Tashi. You weren't on that list, even though he apologized for not being able to see you as much. Disappointment wasn't at the forefront of your mind whenever you reread the recent messages. Still, it had smouldered into something hard to ignore.

The surgery was over a week ago, and you hadn't seen Art since. You told yourself that he was being a good friend to Tashi like he was to you, but a part of you couldn't help but think there was more to it. Your mind had started to accumulate the evidence that had always been there: the lingering look at Tashi, the tempestuous shout at Patrick, and the lack of dialogue between the two of you. The underpainting had taken shape on the canvas, and the finer details began to fill in with your overthinking. You forced yourself to look away from the easel despite being the one holding the brush. To acknowledge it was to admit that Art was only using you, to accept the fact that you weren't enough to be a worthy person in someone else's life, only to be a temporary placeholder, was too much to bear. Your heart fractured, morsel by morsel, when you thought about how his affection wasn't even for you.

The very possibility of it occupied so much of your mind that you were consumed by the thought. Ravenous was its nature; it feasted on the fact that Art hadn't tried to stay in touch with you as much as you had. It revelled in the insecurities that had resurfaced in such a short time. The neverending cycle ran you haggard, and despite your conscious effort to take yourself out of it, it went on.

You barely left your room these days. When your roommates asked you to hang out with them, you would come up with excuses not to. Without Art, you felt like you didn't have anything to do or anywhere to be besides classes and work. And when you weren't at either place, you would be at the library, obsessively watching Art and Patrick's old tennis matches. There was undeniable chemistry between them, and they complimented each other, highlighting the best part about their respective skill set. Patrick was an extension of Art, and vice versa. A bond like that was hard to break, and from the exchanges you'd seen, one on the polar opposite of the other, you wondered if there was anything else underneath all of this.

/

On an unexpected night, while you perused the reading material for the following week's class, your phone vibrated with Art's name lit up the screen. A rush of excitement, tinged with a touch of nervousness, ran under your skin. You put the book down and let the phone ring three more times before picking up.

"Hey."

"Hey stranger."

You cheekily added. At that, Art chuckled softly. The low vibrato of his voice reminded you of just how much you'd missed him.

"Uhm– so, how are you?"

At your eager question, Art sighed. A muffled sound came from his end, the sound of him running a hand through his hair.

"I'm … alright. I'm sorry I haven't called much. Midterm was awful, and practices have been a lot, and, uh …"

He trailed off. You completed the sentence for him.

"… Tashi."

"Yeah."

His answer settled low in the air between you. It stalled the usual effortless flow of your conversations, rendered you speechless, and he, too. You prodded the fragile silence, and it gave away under the push of your careful voice like a shaky sigh.

"It's okay. I haven't had much free time either. Are you doing okay though?"

"I'm fine … for the most part."

The hesitation in his wording piqued your curiosity. Art wouldn't have said that if nothing was wrong.

"What's with the other part?"

A moment of silence stretched over the thinning air. You added.

"Art. You can tell me anything. I'm here to listen."

Another sigh slithered from the other end to the speaker.

"I don't know how to say it, but at the same time, I feel like it's so obvious. I … miss Patrick. But I'm also mad at him for what he's … done."

His incertitude on the latter part made you feel like he wanted to withhold the information itself.

"Hm, I see. From the sound of your shouting it must be something serious."

Art had gone so quiet that you couldn't even hear his breathing. Your voice was barely a whisper when you called out to him.

"Art?"

"Did you catch all of that?"

"Yes, I did."

You toyed with the hem of your shirt between your fingers before continuing with uncertainty. Unsure if you should pursue this.

"I've never heard you shout like that. You must've been really mad."

"Yeah, I was."

"What happened? Did they get into a fight?"

"Yeah, right before the match."

"What did they fight about?"

The nervous twists of your fingers had left fleeting creases on the fabric as you released it from your grasp.

"Tashi didn't say much, … except for the fact that Patrick might be seeing other girls while on tour."

"You're his friend, did he tell you anything about seeing other girls?"

From suspicion born uneasiness in the pit of your stomach as Art prolonged the silence. You tried again, your voice laced with resolution, unwavering.

"Art. How did Tashi come to that conclusion?

"… I don't know."

"Did you say something to her? To both of them?"

"I might have mentioned Patrick's… tendency to have multiple options at the same time."

"Well, it doesn't mean he's not serious about Tashi."

"But he's my friend. I know him. He's always been a player. And he's… you never know with him. Whether he's genuine or not."

"He's your friend. Don't you think he deserves more grace than what you give him? What if it was different with Tashi?"

"I was just trying to look out for her!"

"That's not looking out for your friends. That's meddling and you know it."

"If my meddling could make them fight so easily then they'd never been good for each other in the first place!"

"That's not up to you to decide!"

You couldn't believe that you yelled at him. You exhaled sharply, trying to regain some control and wishing you hadn't said anything at all. But it was too late. It was like putting back a broken vase, but it was splintered in so many tiny fragments that the more you tried, the worse you hurt yourself.

"Look, it's late, and I'm tired. Can we pick this up another time?"

There was an edge to his voice, and somehow, you knew that this conversation would never be brought up again.

"Sure."

You swallowed your fighting words, knowing if you persisted, it wouldn't end well, even though it was too little too late. After saying goodbye, you hung up with a heavy heart. The heavy fog of your argument closed in on you, turning the air you breathed into suffocation.

For days after, your contact was reduced to none. You abandoned the ongoing draft in the notebook Art gifted you and directed your attention to something else. The inspiration you'd drawn had become a withering reflection of the past, of everything good in your relationship. Nothing could revive it; the only thing left was the dwindling hope that things would be alright between the two of you again. You buried yourself in all the other aspects of your life, hoping you could, at the very least, not think about Art so often. But it was impossible. His imprints on you were branded marks, a thing of permanence on your mind and skin.

/

In the quiet hour of the afternoon, the rhythmic sound of a pen hitting paper sounded louder than the whispered small talk from the only two customers in the cafe. The sentence was left like an unfinished thought, and you were searching for the words to wrap it up. The literary competition at Stanford was announced two days ago, and you immediately got to work. For the prized money and a feature in the school's newspaper, you weren't going to pass it up.

The bell above the door rang. You pulled your eyes away from the half-written page to settle on the new customer with a smile on your face.

"Welcome …"

Art stood there, holding the door open for Tashi. She walked in with a pair of crutches, thanking him. His eyes trained on you for a moment before tearing away. His brief gaze was enough to draw heat to your skin. Tashi slowly and carefully made her way to the counter with Art's arms hovered around her. She smiled at you.

"So, this is the place. My friends have been raving about the drinks here. Him, too."

She inclined her head at Art. He only smiled and said nothing in return. You realized then he wasn't going to introduce the two of you. You maintained a polite smile and what you hoped to be a friendly manner.

"Do you want any recommendations?"

"Yes, please. I love anything with berries in it."

"Then I have the drink for you."

You explained what went in it, and Tashi approved with a nod. Only then did you turn to Art.

"Do you want your usual, Art?"

You looked at him pointedly. His face warmed as he pretended to consider the options, even though, up until two weeks ago, he knew the menu inside and out. Tashi's gaze travelled back and forth between you and Art.

"Do you guys know each other?"

You fixed him with a look, daring him to own up to it. He finally conceded and introduced the two of you.

"I think Art mentioned you once or twice."

"Did he?"

"Yeah, you're his friend. Were you the one who came to check on me after …"

She trailed off.

"I did."

Tashi gave you a rueful smile.

"Thank you for that."

"Don't mention it. How are you doing now?"

She looked down at her knee brace briefly.

"Slowly but surely recovering."

"Take care of yourself. You'll be back to playing again in no time."

"I hope so."

Tashi gave a sad smile, and you mirrored with more assurance. You wanted to dislike her, but you felt nothing but sympathy for her. Art watched the whole exchange wordlessly. You broke eye contact with Tashi to address Art.

"Do you want your usual, Art?"

He nodded, and you told them the total. You watched as Art paid for Tashi despite her refusal. Jealousy flared hot and heavy in your chest, yearning to take back Tashi's place that used to belong to you. But who were you to him to feel this way?

You dropped the change into his hand and pulled away quickly as if you were burned by the thought of your skin touching. You didn't make eye contact and walked away quickly, and though you knew it was rude, you couldn't help it. Your bottled-up feeling was barely contained now; it bubbled and wanted to break free of its confinement. The sound of their soft-spoken exchange churned your inside, making you sick with envy. You made the drinks, and like a habit, you grabbed a marker to put a heart on Art's. But you caught yourself and set the marker down.

You pushed the drinks towards them. The smile on your face felt strained now, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up. You settled for a small wave as opposed to a verbal goodbye, but Tashi interrupted your thought.

"It's very nice to meet you."

You reciprocated her smile.

"You, too."

You looked at Art briefly before wordlessly turning away, making yourself busy with an inane task. With their backs to you, you discreetly stared at their closeness. Despite knowing your problem wasn't with Tashi, you couldn't help but feel envious. You wished you could be her. Beautiful, talented, and doused in Art's attention. With a conscious effort, you tore your teary eyes away from them and set your sight on the open notebook on the counter. If you lingered for a moment longer, you would have caught Art's eyes looking back at you with a longing that you were all too familiar with. Only this time, unbeknownst to you, you were on the receiving end.

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[eskymoos]

Keegan P Russ As a Romantic Partner

Headcannons by Eskimos

I.  A Methodical Maestro with a Playful Twist

It's been confirmed that his personality type is ISTP, which means that his brain is his strongest weapon. He is methodical and very tactful with his language and would always offer a hand to you. Feeling lost? He's always there with a good solution. Feeling sad? He's the guy to ask for advice.

Even if he lacks experience in some fields he's very quick to learn and perfect them so I suppose he'd also be a bit competitive. Keegan doesn't miss an opportunity to beat you to everything you like. All while playing dumb in order to cherish the amazement on your end.

***

''How'd you do that?! Wow!''

''Just luck, I guess,'' he'd say with an indifferent shrug while a childish grin creeps onto his face.

***

II. The Jester of your Heart

Keegan is very reserved but he's a skilled people reader. He would quickly get used to your moods and soon you wouldn't even have to tell him when you're feeling sad. He just steals a glimpse and he already knows what to do.

However, sometimes the cocky side of him comes out in the most inconvenient time and things tend to get more spicy. Whenever you give him the silent treatment for no reason, he begins threading on thin ice with you.

***

''Whatcha want for dinner, sweet pea?''

*Silence.*

''What's wrong, my beautiful?'' He asks, coming closer to you. When you turn the other way to further provoke him, he guides his hands to your hips and presses the weight of his chest to your back.

''Funny little thing. Have you given a vow of silence? I like when we play this game, y'know.''

His hands drop lower and lower and his mouth comes to caress the back of your neck. His hot breath makes your hairs stand.

''Your heart's beating fast.''

III. Under the Hard Scales of His Heart

Independence is Keegan's last name. He never learned how to embrace the art of teamwork, though his job required it. At times he was too disconnected to properly do the job.

In a relatioship he might have some trouble turning to you for assistance. Whenever something is on his mind, he blocks out the world and faces it on his own. He's likely to turn down tips from other people.

Not from you though.

The first time you lent your hand for help, he was quite surprised and even a bit suspicious. It unlocked a part of him he never knew he had. He felt cared for and seen.

In time Keegan learned to trust your word and be less stubborn when you tried to aid him.

IV. Tsunami of Love

That's what he is. A natural disaster. A tornado of energy and a tsunami. Behind closed doors he is much less calm. His love language is mostly acts of service and physical touch but sometimes the two mix together into something even more grand.

If you happen to be struggling under a pile of undone work, he would find the perfect moment to distract you. Before you can even get a word out, he has already picked you up from the chair and carrying you to your room bridal style.

***

''What are you doing, Keegan?!''

He continues to march through the house and whistle proudly. Keegan tosses you onto the bed like you don't weight anything at all.

''Stay here.'' He commands, exiting and closing the door behind him.

In a few minutes time he comes back with your favorite chocolates and a beer for himself.

''I will be your only occupation today.''

***

V. The Kids' Favorite

The way I see it, Keegan would have very specific sense of humor. His jokes can be very sharp and borderline offensive but the moment a kid comes in sight he turns into a soft cinnamon roll.

He has this energy that kids absolutely adore because he's a great listener and adapts to the circumstances easily. There's something about the purity of the young generation that makes him feel protective.

***

One time you saw him play with a small group of children after a difficult operation. He was kneeling down in front of a little girl and his eyes glimmered as she tried to pronounce his name. The child obviously had rhotacism (cannot pronounce the letter r) and he found it quite adorable.

''Keegan Russ. Russ. Can you say it?'' Keegan bit his lip, holding back a chuckle.

''Keegan Hhhus.'' The girl tried to repeat it but failed terribly. Keegan burst out laughing.

''Rrrrrrrr,'' he growled playfully and she giggled at it.

''Grhhhrr!''

''Oh, you're growling at me now? Come here you.'' Keegan extended his arms to trap her in a harmless embrace.

There was something about his love for children that won your heart every time.

***

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I realise you're HE, but any thoughts on how high school level education should be run/changed/etc? I'd love to know your views!

Oh sure, plenty, but they're not particularly informed lol

Well; Wales is actually massively and fundamentally changing secondary education atm, but we won't be getting students from it until the year after next, I think, so no real comment on effectiveness yet - but it's very interesting. They're getting rid of isolated subjects in favour of broad umbrella areas, as I understand it? So there's now Science and Technology (Physics, Biology, Chemistry, Computing, and all the various DT subjects like Woodwork, Electronics, Cookery, etc), Maths and Numeracy, Humanities (History, Geography, Ethics, Religion), Languages Literacy and Communication, and Health and Wellbeing (actually maybe Cookery comes under this one now? Dunno.) And there's a sixth to do with arts but I can't remember what it's called. But it includes Art, Drama, Media Studies, etc.

And then the idea is that a class will learn about a given topic at a time (I don't know for how long, so let's say six weeks), and this will be taught in each of those six umbrellas but via their own methods. So like... I dunno, let's say the Tudors:

That's fairly straightforward for Humanities, but in addition to giving you the historical facts you'd also explore historic trade routes and natural resources of the time and how they related to the politics (geography), the religious make up of the country and how THAT related to the politics (religion), etc.

Maths and Numeracy might explore how to use statistics to analyse Tudor era population or trade data.

Science and Tech could look at disease outbreaks and virology, or technological advancements and how they worked and get students to build one, or get students to construct a Tudor-era town using computer software

Languages can study plays from the era (Shakespeare), look at linguistic development, or use historical events as talking points to practice using vocab in conversations

Health and Wellbeing can explore stressors and challenges of the average Medieval peasant and how they overcame them, or play some popular Tudor sport or game, or make food to Tudor recipes, etc

The Arts one (god I cannot remember the name) can look at art history of the period, fashions, perform plays, etc

So everyone is still teaching the skills and knowledge of their subject areas, they're just united by one big case study. It apparently allows for far more integrated teaching, too, where two previously discrete subjects can join forces on a project.

All of which seems pretty good, on the whole, but also rife with issues if everyone isn't careful, so we'll see how it shakes out over the next few years.

From my own experiences of school though. Jesus. Something definitely needed to happen, fuck me.

What I should have learned in Textiles:

How to use a sewing machine

How to sew by hand to mend a tear

How to darn a hole

How to hem, dart, take in, and let out clothes

How to sew from a pattern

What I actually learned in Textiles:

How to use a sewing machine on its most basic setting

How to phone in creating a hand puppet out of felt because gluing was easier than sewing

How to badly sew an extremely makeshift and shit bag out of scrap fabric that you in no way want to then use

How to lose all interest in Textiles because it was useless and uninteresting

Like that is a VITAL skillset-imparting subject, and they fucked it, lads, they completely fucked it. Why did they never set us the task of buying a cheap shirt from a charity shop that we then amended in class? That would have been so useful.

Games and PE! Fucking hell! Here's what I should have learned:

How to stretch my body safely to target specific muscle groups, and in particular, how to cultivate a daily stretching routine I enjoyed and wanted to do

How to find a physical activity active enough to get me out of breath that I genuinely enjoyed, so that I wanted to continue it, e.g. salsa dancing or rope climbing or ice skating or hill climbing or assault courses or fucking anything at all

How to build my body up to doing particular activities safely and sustainably

How to find a physical activity to do on wet, cold, rainy days that would still be fun and I would still enjoy

Here's what I actually learned:

Physical activity is always uncomfortable and miserable and sometimes even painful

If you aren't enjoying running around in the wind and rain instead of the indoor gym The Problem Is You. Start Enjoying It.

Wanting to stay warm and dry and comfortable is a punishable choice.

You are only permitted to do physical activity in clothes that make you feel profoundly exposed and uncomfortable (a gym skirt and gym knickers in my school. Cycling shorts got you detention. Don't get me started on jogging bottoms.) Again, if you do not enjoy this, The Problem Is You. Start Enjoying It.

There are only three activity options. If you don't enjoy any of them, physical activity is not for you.

You should be able to Just Do physical exercise, without any training to build you up to it. If you can't and it hurts, this is because you're Bad At PE.

You will only be shown Once

Physical activity is only ever a team sport that you aren't good enough to be willingly picked for

LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

And you know what, LET'S round off with Food Technology/Cookery. Because I remember the things I was asked to make in FT. As a little baby Year 7, I still vividly remember two of the things we made.

Angel Delight. Easy, you might say! A simple treat, you might think! Easing the children into food prep, I hear you cry! But no, because the theme of the year was healthy eating, and so we were to add fruit to our Angel Delight. Any flavour Angel Delight, any fruit. Off you go. I don't know if any of you have encountered fruit, Tumblrs, but it famously has faintly acidic juice. This will prevent the Angel Delight from setting within the one hour lesson, no matter how well you mixed the pudding, or how quickly you got it into the fridge. It will result in soggy gross lumps of oxidising fruit in sloppy liquid pudding. Lesson learned: fruit makes food worse.

Cake. Easyish, you might say! A little harder than the Angel Delight but good training, you might think! A fairly straightforward process with a child-friendly food at the end, I hear you cry! But no, because the theme of the year was still healthy eating, so the teachers made it into an experiment; make four small cakes. One with sugar, one with sweetener, one with apple, and one with carrot. Then taste them and rank them in order. Off you go. I don't know if any of you have ever tried eating sugarless carrot cake, Tumblrs, but I have, and I can tell you categorically that it really puts the "Did you know" into the phrase "Did you know that fructose and sucrose are not actually equivalents of each other in a culinary setting?" It was rancid. It was disgusting. It was vile. It made me hate carrot cake for the next 12 years, in case my mouth had to go through that ordeal again. I'm still highly suspicious of the stuff even now. To (I assume) the surprise of fuck-damned no one, we unanimously put them in the order of sugar, sweetener, apple, carrot. Lesson learned: FRUIT MAKES FOOD WORSE AND CARROTS ARE ACTIVELY DISGUSTING

What possessed them?! No idea. Fucking hell.

Anyway this is getting long and I am still ill-informed. Peace out.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can i request Aemond walking in on hid wife swinging his sword around.

LOVE this!! Apologies it took me a while to finish, hope you enjoy anon x

You never quite understood the whole idea of sword fighting. Some considered it a skill, others considered it an art. For your husband, Aemond, born a prince, it was natural that he be taught from a very young age, trained to be a warrior. He did not completely see it as an art, more so as a necessity that played a major role between life and death, although he did have a profound respect for those who could wield a sword.

Being a woman, from a societal standpoint, there was no need for you to come near a sword, let alone be trained. The closest you'd come was watching Aemond from above the training yard, studying his movements closely, graceful yet lethal. The idea that he could protect you, that he would kill for you, made you feel something unusual, but good unusual.

He would always tease you, question your curiosity with the skill of sword fighting.

“Perhaps one day, I may teach you myself… Some 1 on 1.”

You knew Aemond would actually teach you the basics, if you had asked, although seemingly you felt shy. That was until the opportunity presented itself.

As you wondered into your shared bedroom, calling out for your husband, before realising the room was completely empty. As you scanned the vicinity, your eyes came to face Aemond’s sword, standing by the bedpost. You’d grown familiar with the details of the handle, it’s long, silver blade glancing at you.

Almost instinctively, you felt the need to make sure there was absolutely no one else around, before you walked over to the weapon. Picking it up slowly with both hands gripping the handle tightly, you hadn’t expected it to be as heavy as it was. Although it wasn’t long before your arms acclimated to it.

A chuckle escaped your lips, as you examined the blade, a finger carefully running down the flat surface.

Your mind began to race through the movements you’d picked up watching Aemond, swinging the sword swiftly through the air, even managing to twirl it within your fingers after a few attempts.

“This isn’t so bad.” You uttered to yourself.

“Then perhaps we can duel one fine day-”

The suddenness of his response, you hadn’t even heard the door open, as your husband stood their, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame.

“Aemond, don’t scare me like that, especially when I have-” Swaying the sword in your hand, as to make it even more obvious, “this.”

“You actually aren’t so bad, better than some of the guards I’ve even trained with. Seems you have a knack of picking up things quickly.”

“Oh please, Aemond.”

You proclaim, as you return the sword down to where you’d found it untouched, before walking over towards Aemond, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I think I’d much rather leave the dirty work for you, I’ll be the damsel in distress, I quite enjoy seeing you fight for me.”

He leans down, unable to hold himself, as his lips linger just above yours, barely touching.

“Hmm, is that so?”

[skyartworkzzz]

COTL Headcanons ramble

Felt like sharing these in case I take a long ass time to draw it out These are still raw in my mind, so some things may change futurely or the way I explain it might not make sense BUT ALAS it is fun to ramble

SO WATCH OUT FOR THE LIST UNDER THE CUT!!

Before Narinder was banished, a feeling of mistrust was already growing amongst the siblings, and one of the reasons for such a thing involved envy (except for Shamura, I like to think they were above finding themselves lower or greater than anyone) Ever since a young age Narinder has always been a fast-learner, and quite skilled at everything he did. Gardening, fighting, cooking, strategizing, he was good. Definitely not perfect, but alarmingly good So as time went by, the Bishops grew colder with him until he eventually turned against them all, and thats where their feeling of envy turned into fear. For both of their own lives and their brother's, because that's when they realized his "flawless" abilities were always and clearly prone to turning him into the monster he then became (smtng like Anakin Skywalker if the image I have of him in my head makes any sense-) Naturally, a feeling of guilt lingers in them for not having been able to see it sooner and stop it, but as Shamura pointed out after Narinder was sealed, this was meant to happen. He was meant to be a monster, and a really good one

Aym and Baal were secretly given to Narinder by Shamura; they performed a ritual by themselves and killed the kits to send them to the Gates. When the brothers arrived, Narinder reluctantly took them in and naturally grew fond of the twins as time went by, but because they were sacrificed as offerings, Aym and Baal were half-immortal (something like the Lamb once they receive the Crown), meaning that they still had mortal needs such as eating or sleeping At the time, Ratau was serving Narinder as the bearer of the Red Crown, and amongst the rat's adventure, the god of Death eventually introduced the red chest we use to sell things for gold. He would request Ratau regularly to send in meals and fish in order to feed Aym and Baal (and I feel like a genius for coming up with why that chest exists hi-) When the kits were finally fully grown and well-trained, they ascended to Divine Guardians of TOWW and officially started serving him Despite their Ascension, Aym and Baal were never trapped into the Gates, so they were able to visit the world above but as ghosts of sorts (which means only a few ppl would be able to see them). It was through these ghostly travels that both were able to learn who their mother was and watched her from afar when not serving TOWW

The Bishops were once mortals before becoming bearers of the Crowns, a long time to ago, meaning that they likely have a life they no longer rememeber For the funs and giggles of it, I like to imagine that this "long time ago" for them was around the times animals still did not wear clothes nor knew how to speak aside from their respective noises AUHAUHASDJSD ALSO POSSIBLY LESS HUMANOID I like the thought of them looking either much more beast-like or just- tiny. Very tiny. As the animals they are AUHAJMDKADS

The Lamb doesnt know how to do SHIT aside from fighting. Im writing my Lamb as an artist in my Death After Life fic for the sake of the angst, but in actuality, they do not care about art that much. I like to think that they'd prefer small silly doodles over full-blown paintings, but if they do put in the time and effort, they manage to make smtng Mona Lisa-esque. So the skill is there, but they prefer to not use it unless for smtng specific. Its like those kinds of hobbies nobody knows u have til u make smtng CRAZY yk This also goes for cooking, except they are truly a Terrible cook, in modern AU Lambert lives off from cheap pizzas and dollar-stored cupnoodles u cannot change my min-

Leshy is the one who'd soften up the most for me. Obv still a fcking GREMLIN but I think he'd be much more considerate than his former self My guy would go from "kys /srs" to "kys /j" ALSO I like to think his and my yellow cat's love language is gifts and/or acts of service, theyre oftenly pampering each other out of the blue <3

This idea is still in the approval stages but.............Shamura remembers a bit of their pre-Bishop life. A bit. And that bit revolves around the fact that they might have known love in the past. Perhaps a romantic one, Im still not sure- Which now that I think about it would make the most sense as to why theyre so forgiving to Narinder, since the Bishop of War would probs want anything but peace with those that wronged them, unless they had a good reason not to cause havoc immediately............

[juniusgirl]

I am, as a rule, Very Bad at video games. Didn't play them much growing up, game logic is something that does not come naturally to me, i often have a hard time remembering buttons and controlling both movement and camera simultaneously.

But i like games as like, an art form. I especially love watching essays about them, because then i can get all the sweet art analysis without having to frustrate myself. So of course i watch a lot of Jacob Geller videos. And a lot of the time i get just that out of them; all the analysis without having to deal with the frustration (i would not, for instance, be able to play returnal for a multitude of reasons, but i love the concept). Sometimes, however, he will talk about a game and i'll say "that actually sounds very interesting and doable to me", and given my forgetfulness, i will write down the name of the game or tell it to my husband and eventually i might play it, and given my forgetfulness, i won't usually remember any spoilers.

So i was excited, as usual, to watch the most recent Jacob Geller video. But quite quickly, it brought up a game i was actually planning on playing--Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice. I saw a trailer for it years ago, perhaps my husband even showed it to me to say "looks like your kinda thing" and i was like "it really does", and my husband bookmarked it and bought it when it was on sale, and it's been waiting for me. But i was scared to play it, because i am Very Bad at video games, and it looked so interesting, and i was worried i was going to ruin it for myself by being so disasterously bad at such basic tasks as walking and looking where i was going and getting frustrated and giving up and feeling like an idiot and a failure for letting something that's supposed to be fun defeat me because i'm stupid and and and.

But i started the Geller video, and the game was almost immediately mentioned, and i thought "actually i can't get spoiled for this one. I will actually remember this time because this one has actually been on my mind and i have actually wanted to play it for so long that i have to experience it in my own way before i have someone else's interpretation."

So i told my husband that i have to play it soon. And he waited a day or two for me to say i was ready. Then he decided i needed a nudge (i did), and set it up for me, sat me down, handed me the controller, and said good luck.

I made my way through the first bit. I handled everything better than i thought i would, only died three or four times (only one of those a non-combat idiocy issue) before he wandered back in to check up on me.

He sat and watched as i got to my first boss fight, and while i struggled a few times, i beat it around my fourth try, and he seemed genuinely impressed. Said by that fourth try he actually saw skill and timing instead of my usual panicked button-mashing.

I dunno how much of that was just hype-up or sincere pride, but either way it made me feel good. I have always been so bad at games, and most people i've tried to play with were merciless about my ineptitude, it's just so nice to have that encouragement for something challenging instead of being shamed. I think that might have been the first time i ever felt good about accomplishing something; the first time i ever did something i found really difficult and then was excited to keep going instead of just being relieved it was over. All because of a few positive words.

Idk what the point of this little anecdote was. Maybe i just wanted to document something positive that happened because life's been really, really shitty lately. But there might be a lesson in there somewhere.

[rubypasha1]

I’m going to be honest and say I had some bad experiences in the Transformers fandom. I wrote fics for it, admittedly very bad but they were my first. Had to learn somewhere. Thing is I enjoyed the writing, actually I loved it and it made me realize my passion for writing fiction.

But that didn’t stop the bad experiences. Mostly people. I won’t go into detail but for the love of god please don’t ask or encourage a 12 year old, who has clearly stated they are one, to write smut. And don’t send them very explicit, dead dove do not eat fics without at least staying “hey, there’s some messed up stuff in here so just be warned” instead of “Here’s some inspiration!” And constantly asking when smut will be written.

I swear Ao3 saved my creativity. I pretty completely left Wattpad after that, didn’t touch transformers content again till recently this year.

And I’ve made a decision. I’m going to write a transformers fic. Not now, only next year it’s my last year of school and stuff is hectic. But I’m going to write it. To prove to myself I can write a good transformers fic with good characterization. And a reader or oc that has a bit more depth.

Anywho, @ss-shitstorm fic “Breaking Bread” heavily inspired me and actually was the reason I got back into the Ttansforemrs fandom. I highly recommend it it’s one of my new top favorites and has a terrifying attention to detail. Great characterization, hilarious reader insert that’s basically a very stressed out certain magical princess who’s got a knack for science and baking. And a crazy dog. And sassy bird. Who likes Fluttershy. It’s amazing.

Did I mention there’s actual science stuff in it? Stochiometry my nemesis.

And it’s got me thinking about making my own. Maybe more of an oc fic but still written like ny other reader ones.

I’m thinking of doing one where a human is put in a cybertronian body, TFP universe. They have basic knowledge of TFP, watched it but couldn’t remember everything. But they knew enough. Definitely enough o know that cybertron being alive was before the war.

They’re placed in a cybertronian body before the deception uprising. Still around the time where Functionisin ruled and they were in a kind of ‘presenter’/‘video camera’ alt mode.

Except they have anxiety, often freeze up with a panic enduring lack of social skills driven from their natural personality and the fact they’re a human soul shoved into a metal body. Completely alone and forced to adapt to a society that bases value on an alt mode.

The were an artist while human and over time through constant stress and a lack of familiarity with materials on cybertronian, they loose their love of painting and creating art.

But it’s reignited. They find a underground club where mecs and Femmas of many alt modes come together to anonymously submit art ranging from poetry to music and more. And that’s when they find it, a piece of writing that captures their soul. Something so deep and beautiful they feel their own spark reigniting, and they try their hand at creating again. Even if small.

They keep going to the club, building up courage to place art pieces on view. They don’t get much attention, except for a mech who seems curious and stands beside them as they pick apart every little detail.

They talk for a bit. Share a few critics, nothing too crazy. Turns out he’s the one who wrote that lovely piece of writing that inspired them. They turn around, gasping and thanking him for creating something so inspiring-

Megatron stands before them.

Or rather, Megatronus.

The gladiator had just begun his days of battle in the arena but the end was inevitable, the reader knew who he was and fled in terror leaving a confused (and proud, it felt good to know his words inspired at least one person) Megatronus behind.

Readers in a panic, but it doesn’t end there. Their ‘job’ forces them to begin recording the gladiator fights, particularly the rising star Megatronus leading to the eventual meet up of the two again.

But it doesn’t stop there. Soundwave came soon after and, shockingly enough, Ratchet after some unfortunate events (who is far flirtier and leaves the reader thinking “Oh my god he’s so smooth but whyyyyy”)

And it gets worse. Megatronus clearly wishes to se ether atrworks, one of the few along with Soundwave who sees something more than just a waste of time or hobby.

A relationship is formed, tentive on the readers side. They see him and Soundwave less and less like the terrifying deceptions they would become but rather who stood before them. Mechs bashed by a cruel system, they’re creativity forced to writher in their sparks painfully, smothered by a need to fight for the entertainment of others or die by the claws of the system.

They care about them, they eventually realise in horror. And on an unfortunate night they broke down and revealed to Soundwave a horrible truth. War was coming, and they knew what he would become. What All of them would. They beg him, plead to not take things too far. Life was precious, organic or not and taking those of innocents . . .

Soundwave was an outlier himself, but he remained somewhat skeptical. It wa shard to not belive them, the raw emotions they displayed showcased fear and he was good at reading others frames.

The little cybertronian was odd, but intriguing. A friend he had grown to care for, to wish to protect as his closest companion Megatronus insisted, over time. But if there was truth to their words they must know things that could endanger all of cybertron. Soundwave didn’t see himself as a activist nor rebellious but even he couldn’t deny the waters were churning.

Things happen, yada yada yada, reader gets kidnapped and put into stasis just as the war starts and wakes up many years later to the face of a human child se knew very well from a certain TV series.

All out panic ensures

OR, the other fic idea:

Human wakes up as a vehicon . Says “nope”, tries to get away and accidentally becomes the leader of a vehicon rights movement.

The autobots it’s are confused, the decepticons are angry and the reader just wants to get some dogs or cats dammit.

Of course, a dog does gain interest in them. And by that I mean a terrifying metal dragon who decides this trembling little con would be the perfect way to help him attain details on how to resurrect his kin.

He is very mistaken. Reader can’t even be in the same room as one of the deception lieutenants without rattling like a tin can.

Honestly don’t know if it would be a Soundwave or Megatron x reader. Definitely will be friendship developing there. Maybe both? I’m a sucker for tall dark and creepy guys who have a soft spot for tiny

Second idea is just all the vehicons lining up to get names form reader. All very human ones. . “Bill” “John” Matthew” Thomas” “My names already Steve” “Jenny” “Bucket”

And Reader is just stressing cause they’re not running a rebellion or anything. They’re running a daycare for a bunch of guys who do not care about their own safety and lives at all and she constantly has to tell them, no you cannot go to the Autobits the will shoot you on site. No, wanting to sacrifice yourself isn’t a good idea- CANDICE GET AWAY FROM THE FRAGGING WRECKER GOD DAMMIT DO NONE OF YOH UAVE ANY WILL TO LIVE?

Chaos ensures

[koorinokujira]

Logs from the OC Database: Sunrise ( TF IDW1)

(Finally decided to make a little introduction post for my main Transformers OC, Sunrise. This will most likely get updated often as I keep reading the IDW comics and learn new information).

The lovely art below is made by the amazing @the-prince-of-vos, aka Akkalis! Thank you again for bringing him to life!

"No matter how far I travel from it, Earth will always be my first and only home. After all, home is where the spark is, eh?"

Bright, loud, cheerful, and so energetic that it causes concern; those are just a few ways that the Autobots have described one of their newest additions to the faction. This friendly, large mech is sure to steal your attention with his cheeky personality, unapologetic love for the things and people he's fond of, along with the desire to do good, no matter how impossible it gets. A skilled fighter with a fondness for learning new things, Sunrise is definitely someone you call when you need a helping hand, or just a friend to talk to.

Names, Nicknames, Designations...

"Sunrise is the name, and brightening up your day is my game!"

Sunrise was a name chosen by himself, shortly after his unceremonious crashlanding to Earth. While it was mostly the natural phenomenon itself along with the color of his frame that inspired the designation, it is also a reference to his late predecessor and doctor, Sunset, and the small sliver of hope he felt that he refused to lose. It holds great significance to him, and he is more than determined to live up to it.

In the past, he was referred to as Aeroflare, or simply "Patient Zero", as he was the first (and only) documented case of a condition simply referred to as an "Acute Partial Spark Disconnect". While he doesn't actively use either of these (the second one for very obvious reasons), some Cybertronians know him as such thanks to the aformentioned Sunset and his Conjunx, Cloudwave, who took care of the unresponsive Sunrise. The name "Aeroflare" was created so they'd have a better way of referring to him.

As for nicknames, those tend to be either shortened or slightly altered versions of his name (Sun, Sunny, etc.). However, some humans have also likened his appearance to that of a moth because of his headshape, finials and the way he folds his wings. Variations of nicknames that include the insect aren't too uncommon thanks to that.

Important Physical Attributes

"You know... I worry about the humans sometimes. I'm pretty good at moving around them, but... what if I step on one on accident?"

Discounting his finials, Sunrise is around 36 feet (10.97 meters) tall. While his exact weight is unknown, he seems to be on the heavier side, despite being a jet. His bulkier, sturdier build easily supports his weight. The main color of his frame is a warm orange, with red, black, and sometimes even yellow/gold as his secondary colors. His face is mainly a lighter, metallic grey, with the sides being a grey-ish white. His optics seem to have a color somewhere between yellow and orange, and are particularly bright in comparison to some other Cybertronians.

Sunrise's alternate mode is based on a Canadair CL-415 plane, which is designed for aerial firefighting. Of course, his altmode is quite a bit smaller than the regular plane (which has the length of rougly 65 ft/19.81 m and a wingspan of rougly 94 ft/28.65 m), so the length of his altmode is almost 36 feet with a wingspan of around 52 ft (15.84 m). So, not as big, but forest fires still cower before him!

As for his weaponry, he prefers to get up close and personal, which tends to mean a blade or two. He eventually gets an inset blade in his right arm. But his firepower is nothing to scoff at, either, as his most used weapons are two massive energy cannons. Those are separate from his body unless he is in his altmode, however. In that case, they tend to take up some space in the compartment where the plane stores water. More often than not, his servos are also an effective weapon because of his large size.

Sunrise's spark is of a bright orange color, which occasionally seems to fade into red or blue.

His holoform is that of a young, tall man with freckled skin and wavy, fiery red hair. His eyes have a very light brown, almost orange color. His physique is nothing short of impressive, and even appears to have some tattoos and scars. Sunglasses are an often used accesorry.

Oddities and Anomalies

"Me? Oh, c'mon! I'm just a regular guy. Or mech? Ah, doesn't matter. Just don't treat me like I'm something special or awesome. Others deserve that more than me."

While Sunrise seems like a fairly regular (albeit tall) mech, many of his fellow Autobots very quickly found out that he's anything but ordinary. After some time of debating, Ratchet eventually classified him as an outlier. Everyone, including Sunrise himself, is still struggling to make sense of how his abilities make sense and come together. Most of them seem to have to do something with the spark itself. These are anomalies that have been verified to happen at least once:

Extreme stamina: While he is not that much stronger than his comrades, everyone will tell you that he can do everything for much longer than anyone else. He does need to refuel more often, but his body seems to distribute it with almost concerning effectiveness. His recharges are short and rare. And as any medic in his vicinity quickly finds out, he doesn't seem to realize when he's tired, either, which tends to result in him collapsing every few days (and sometimes even longer than that) in the middle of whatever he's doing. It has been debated whether this is an actual outlier ability, or some strange side effect of the Acute Spark Disconnect, or the current lack thereof.

Spark-hearing: Sunrise's hearing is already extremely good (purely through meddling with his audials and processors), but this ability is something completely different. It is a type of hearing focused purely on sparks; as he himself puts it, every spark has its own unique rhythm that can tell you a few things about its owner, and he insists he can hear it even without the use of any external tools. This was already a bit strange, but it got all the stranger when he admitted that from Optimus' Prime he not only hears a beat, but a melody as well. A short experiment proved that even when he was deprived of regular hearing, he could still hear sparkbeats of others around him with incredible accuracy. He never really divulges what exactly the rhythm tells him, but he has been known to be more perceptive to the moods of others, and many internal ailments have also been discovered when he noticed that someone's spark beats "wrong".

Spark-meld: So far, there has (luckily) only been one instance of this happening. An occassion where Sunrise's spark completely melded with two others despite a ridiculous distance between them. This essentially allowed him to "be" those other two mechs, as he heard, saw and felt all they did, and he even had access to their memories. It was, of course, an overwhelming and traumatizing affair that he had zero control over, and whenever he speaks about it, he insists that he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

Faction and Role

"Mhm, I'm a proud Autobot! Whatever that means..."

Sunrise is an Autobot, though he could have been counted as neutral for a few years. He takes loyalty to his allies incredibly seriously, but he doesn't mind extending a friendly hand to a Decepticon that wishes to redeem themselves. He's quite disconnected from the entire conflict, and has been known to abide by a certain moral and honor code (such as not killing an opponent who cannot fight back).

As for his role in the faction, he is somewhat of a universal helper. He doesn't mind doing menial tasks if it means everything runs smoothly, and often goes around asking others whether they need help with something. He's an avid learner, so he slowly becomes a jack of all trades over the years, with a bit more focus on medical support as Ratchet teaches him how to help others. He's also unanimously considered to be a morale booster, as he's a great listener and his positivity is infectious to most.

Personality

"Well 'course I'm all happy and smiley! I'm not named after the Sun for nothing!"

On the outside, Sunrise is a bright, happy-go-lucky mech that often acts before he thinks. Boisterous and sometimes even a bit mischievous, he unapologetically goes through life doing whatever makes him the happiest. He's a friendly chatterbox, and every room is full of him once he enters. While he is a tad annoying to some, most don't say anything, as he's too endearing to interrupt while he speaks. However, this also often has the effect of some thinking he's a mech of the... simpler variety, and that he's very naive, which he most certainly isn't.

However, this bright exterior hides many complexeties, many of which aren't exactly happy ones. He often feels disconnected from his fellow Cybertronians and the entirety of their conflicts, leaving him feeling left out and lonely. Thanks to his previous ailments, he has missed much, and so he struggles to keep up with his peers. He rarely shows it, but his self-esteem is quite low and he tends to put others miles above himself. His ability to express negative emotions is also not the greatest, which he usually resolves by walking out of the conflict and losing himself in one physical activity or another. As more and more fellow Autobots come to him with their troubles, he feels trapped and a need to constantly appear strong, until he finally reaches a breaking point.

Some traumas have left him with some underlying feelings of paranoia, and he often needs guidance because he feels lost. Anger issues have been a problem in the past, not so much now.

Interests

"Did you know-"

If you ask Sunrise about what he likes the most, he'll probably pretend he's thinking for a few seconds, before he excitedly yells out "Earth!" or "Humans"! If it's related to our dear blue planet, he'll adore it, or at least be interested. He finds humans to be extremely adorable, even after years of living among them, and will talk your audial (or ear, if you have those) off about this or that human culture, or express his admiration for their inventiveness.

But his interests don't just stop with humans, as he's really into learning about nature, particularly animals. Nature documentaries are his favorite genre of film, and Sir David Attenborough may as well be a saint to him. His favorite books are sappy romances and he mostly likes upbeat, energetic music genres. The only exception are chansons, which have a calming effect on him.

He's also always interested in learning more about the home planet he never really got to know, and talking with older Cybertronians about what they've seen.

Tinkering with whatever he gets his hands on is therapeutic to him. It only becomes concerning when he learns more of Cybertronian anatomy and tries to give himself strange upgrades...

Relationships

"Hi there! No need to be scared, I'm harmless, just really big! Wanna be friends?"

The jet makes a point to always start out friendly and respectful when meeting someone, and to not judge a book by its cover. He considers all Autobots to be his friends, and tries to give a chance even to some Decepticons when they seem harmless.

He has a talent for awakening something akin to paternal instincts in most older mechs, which often causes humorous misunderstandings and someone always being there to try to teach him about this and that. This effect was always particularly strong with Ironhide, Kup, and even Ratchet to some extent, as he feels responsible for his wellbeing.

Sunrise is quite close with Optimus Prime and Ratchet and trusts them with everything. Hot Rod and Jazz are always welcome company to him, and he later also becomes good friends with Drift, with an extended friendliness and respect to the other Wreckers.

His relationship with Ultra Magnus is cordial, though it can't be said they're the best of friends considering Sunrise's ignorance of most laws and tendency for harmless mischief.

The only Autobot Sunrise has a fairly bad relationship with is Prowl. At the start, the both genuinely despise each other, until Sunrise lets it go and is satisfied with driving Prowl up to wall with his antics and witty banter. No one really knows where they stand in their relationship currently, and everyone is too afraid to ask.

An important part of Sunrise's inner circle is also a very unlikely friend; a troubled Decepticon seeker named Dustbite, with whom he forms an unlikely friendship based on them both sparing each other's lives. With mutual respect and understanding, their bond eventually becomes so deep that they become each other's Amica Endurae.

As for who he cares more than just a friend... well, only time will tell.

Other Fun Facts

When it comes to the chansons, Sunrise's favorite singer is Jacques Brel.

He himself is a fairly talented singer, though he mostly just hums to himself.

Sunrise's Cybertronian somehow has a vaguely Canadian accent.

He speaks Hand very fluently and uses it to express himself when speaking is difficult.

Even though he seems very innocent, the mech swears like a sailor when he can, even making horrible amalgamation of human and Cybertronian swear words and insults.

He dislikes Primus, blaming him for his previous illness.

Later on, he becomes a good friend and "calming agent" to Fortress Maximus.

He uses his (usual) enhanced hearing to check malfunctions in all sorts of machinery, including cables running through walls. However, he still struggles to find an appropriate way to announce it. "I hear it in the walls" is not something he should say to alert someone of a fried cable, he's been told.

His optics can get blindingly bright when he's very happy. On the other hand, they grow dim when he's feeling under the weather.

His voice claim is Canadian actor Ryan Reynolds.

Story/Story Involvement

(Empty for now... but some short scenes and chapters from his life will hopefully come soon).

[vogelfreyh]

Finally came around to create a small character sheet for Ash! My OC Hogwarts Legacy/Wizarding World OC, Auror and Sirona’s wife.

I didn’t include much text on the sheet itself, but if you’re interested in her background, keep reading under the cut!

Born: 15th of August 1861 in Edinburgh, Scotland Nationality: British Gender: Female Blood Status: Pure Blood Height: 174 cm (5'8) Eye colour: Brown Hair colour: Ashen blonde Sexuality: Lesbian Occupation: Auror (1881)                       Lead Auror (1888) Family: Allan Crowley (Father)              Ophelia Crowley (Mother)              Philomena Crowley (Great grandmother)              Sirona Ryan (Wife ⚭ 1892)              Kelly (Adopted daughter, 1898)                  Saoirse (Adopted daughter, 1898)

Early Years & Family Relationships

Aislinn Crowley, called Ash, was born in Edinburgh as the daughter of the famous aurors Allan and Ophelia Crowley. Her family was extremely toxic and strict and had high expectations of her. Like most members of her family, she was supposed to serve in the Ministry of Magic and marry into a good family. As a result of this pressure, Ash often felt caged and inferior even as a child, and her relationship with her parents was hardly of an affectionate nature. Even Ash's bubbly personality, as well as her quick temper was viewed with suspicion by her family, and they never stopped preaching to her about the way she had to behave.

Due to their work, her parents rarely had time for her and employed a witch named Mimsy to take care of their daughter and raise her. Tragically, Mimsy passed away when Ash was just thirteen years old. Also in her teens, her parents had little more than rules and set future plans for her and made her feel that all that mattered to them was the family's reputation and that no one stepped out of line. Ash had a hard time tolerating family gatherings and from an early age was labeled the black sheep of the family, especially after she revealed to her parents that she was a lesbian.

After her successful entry into the ministry and taking up work as an Auror, Ash's reputation with her family improved a little. This only lasted until her parents arranged a marriage for her with a highly respected Ministry wizard, whom Ash rigorously refused. While her parents knew of her relationship with Sirona Ryan, they did not accept it. Ash, however, made them understand that Sirona was the only one to whom she would ever take the vows of marriage. That was the moment when she ultimately broke with her family and the relation between them finally crumbled. They never spoke a word to each other ever again.

  Personality

She is a kind and life-affirming character who comes off pretty self-confident and tough most of the time. She’s also very justice-loving and protective of her friends. If she overheard people talking bad about someone she liked, she sometimes would react very emotional and has been seen punching some of her classmates because of that.

Due to the toxic and judgmental nature of her family, she has learned to mask her fears and insecurities and only dares to drop her mask with a few people. She suffered from sudden anxiety attacks. This got better after she became friends with Sirona.

 Hogwarts Years

By the age of eleven, Ash received her Hogwarts letter and soon after came to start her first school year, where she was sorted into Gryffindor. Thanks to her kind and bubbly nature Ash quickly made friends, including the fellow Gryffindor Ruth, as well as Ravenclaw Sirona Ryan, with whom she literally collided during her first broom flying lesson.

Ash proved herself to be very skilled and talented in the subjects Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms and Transfiguration but had difficulties with Herbology and Potions. Especially in the subject of potions she ran into more and more problems during the school years, mostly on account of the fact that most of the potion ingredients made her feel nauseous. On one occasion, it was so bad that she had to throw up right into the cauldron. Sirona was still laughing about it years later and affectionately teased Ash about it.

Ash was on very good terms with Dinah Hecat, her teacher for Defence Against the Dark Arts, who also gave her extra assignments and helped her prepare well for her future career while she was still in school. Even as an adult and after many years, Ash still maintained a friendship with her.

Since Ash needed at least an "Exceeds Expectations" in Potions for her N.E.W.T.s to qualify for Auror training, Sirona actively supported her and  the two practiced day and night. As a result, Ash managed to get the required grade in the subject. Potions actually was the only subject in which she did not have an "Outstanding".

  Ash & Sirona

Ash and Sirona first met when they literally crashed into eachother during their first broom flying lesson. After realizing that nothing bad had happened to them, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. This moment marked the beginning of their relationship.

The two quickly became inseparable and from that moment on hardly ever spent a minute without one another. Their understanding for each other worked even without words and they shared their deepest secrets and dreams. When they were together, they didn't have to put on a mask and could be themselves without being judged for it. They studied for exams together and played pranks, often to the annoyance of their classmates and teachers. Ash helped Sirona through a very difficult period in her life and supported her in pursuing her most ardent goal, even though it was anything but easy. Sirona was deeply grateful to have her at her side and always described Ash as her kindred spirit. They were also very protective of eachother and not seldom Ash got into fights when classmates talked bad about Sirona. Since the age of 14, her and Ash jokingly referred to each other as the 'other half' of one another. Over the years, their friendship had become so profound and intimate that many classmates described it as love, even before the two realized it themselves. But soon it was a thing they knew for a fact- they loved eachother and they had become the most important person in the other one’s life.

Ash usually spent her Christmas vacations with Sirona and her family, since her own family never celebrated any holidays. She was well liked by Sirona’s parents and always welcome in their home. As the years went on she rarely went back home to her family in Edinburgh, and rather stayed in Hogwarts for her holidays. She also spent the summer vacations together with Sirona in Hogsmeade, where the two of them waited tables at the Three Broomsticks and Sirona dreamed of one day owning such place by herself.

By the time their seventh school year drew to a close, Ash had completed all of her N.E.W.T.s with an "Outstanding" thus qualifying for a career as an Auror. She was excited, but she also knew that it would mean leaving Hogsmeade and Sirona, who was in the running to succeed her as the owner of the Three Broomsticks, for at least three years.

Their naïve dream of spending their future as a couple in a small cottage near Hogsmeade was slipping further and further away, but the stakes were high.

After a tearful parting and a promise to never lose sight of each other, Ash leaves for London to face her Auror training.

Over four years, apart from Sirona's few allowed brief visits to the ministry, they communicated only through owls. But sent eachother a letter at least every two days.

Ash learned that by a stroke of luck, Sirona had become the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks and was now managing the pub single-handedly. Ash, on the other hand, had passed her Auror training with distinction and had already made a name for herself during her first years by taking on an important mission. The two couldn't be happier for each other, but they missed each other terribly.

After a few years, the Ministry of Magic allowed Ash to leave London for the first time and she immediately set off for Hogsmeade. Sirona could hardly wait for her to arrive and as she finally stood in the doorway of the Three Broomsticks, they knew their love for each other was just as strong as the day they parted. If not, even stronger. Overjoyed they celebrate their reunion, making plans for the future. However, due to a dramatic incident, Ash is called back to the Ministry only a few days later. An association of dark wizards, who until recently worked underground, have taken the offensive and are now threatening not only the world of wizards and witches, but also the Muggle world. All Aurors were called back to London for immediate action.

Throughout this mission Ash is badly wounded in an ambush after tracking down the leader and barely survives. But thanks to her taking action, the rest of the Aurors manage to confront and kill their leader, Silas Vandalore.

When Sirona heard that Ash had been seriously injured, she immediately travels to London to be with her, fearing for her beloveds life. Back in the day, she often worried for Ash and was afraid to read her name among the obituaries in the Daily Prophet. To her great relief, however, Ash is strong enough and survives her injuries. However, the curse had left a mark on her and the doctors make her understand that she would hardly become as strong as she once was and that the remaining power of the curse would slowly drain her life energy. Later, she is given a special potion brewed by her old potions professor Aesop Sharp that would help slowing down the process of the curse and and allow her to live a relatively pain-free life, if she drank the potion on a regular base.

After withdrawing a little from the ministry and succeeding Dinah Hecat as professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ash and Sirona finally settle down together in a small cottage on the outskirts of Hogsmeade like they always dreamed to. They get married in 1892 and continue to live a happy and fulfilled life together. In 1898 the two adopt two little girls, whose families had been killed by black wizards, Kelly and Saoirse, and raise them as their daughters.

  Auror Career

In 1878, Ash began her Auror training in London. In the beginning she had a hard time adjusting to the new situation and life, but within a few months she had fully adapted and three years later completed her training with distinction. Just a few weeks later, she embarked on her first mission, where she would meet the hit wizard Aiden Langley, with whom she would remain close friends for many years to come. Working together, they uncovered a circle of notorious black wizards, escorted them to Azkaban and made a reputation for themselves within the Ministry.

In 1888 Ash takes the position as a Lead Auror within her department.

During 1889, when several cases of brutal murders involving Muggles and wizards occur all over Britain, Ash takes up the case and comes across the trail of a massive organization that has made it its goal to exterminate Muggles and all non-pureblood wizards and witches. As they have members all across the country, Ash sets out to find and turn in the leader, who, to the dismay of the wizarding world, is a former Hogwarts professor also not unknown to herself. Silas Vandalore.

She confronts him in Edinburgh, where he imprisoned and tortured a Muggle family. However, she is ambushed and gets severely injured by Silas with a curse. Langley finds her in time and takes her to St. Mungo's, where she continues to fight for her life several months. Deeply worried, Sirona travels to London and does not leave Ash's side, fearing that she might eventually lose her. Fortunately, though, Ash is strong enough and survives. However, the curse has left a mark on her and the doctors make her understand that she would hardly become as strong as she once was and that the remaining power of the curse would slowly drain her life energy. Later, she is given a special potion brewed by her old potions professor Aesop Sharp that would help slowing down the process oft he curse and and allow her to live a relatively pain-free life. She retains her position as Auror, but increasingly works in the background. When Dinah Hecat retires, she takes over as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts, where she taught students up until she hit her sixtieth birthday and passed on her position to her successor.

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What instruments I think the BG3 origin companions would play (and other musical tidbits):

Lae'zel

As the Githyanki are a very warmongering nation, I'd say music would be used for training and morale rather than expression and enjoyment.

Dance is used to show stamina, skill and strength. I imagine something like a cross between ballet and wrestling. Some creches will have war dances that they perform before battle to intimidate the enemy.

Typically very powerful and rhythmic instruments, such as percussion and the big brass; think marching band, but without the higher pitches. All Gith would be taught to perfect all these instruments from a young age to teach discipline.

I headcanon that Lae'zel (perhaps like all Githyanki) has perfect pitch but doesn't think it's impressive.

"You don't know a G#7sus4 chord when you hear it? Pathetic. Even your ears are inferior to the Githyanki."

Higher-pitched instruments (e.g. violin, flute) hurt her sensitive ears, but she likes the lower-pitched string and reed instruments (e.g. oboe, cello)

She is unimpressed by the clumsy and jovial nature of the folk music they come across in taverns and on the road, but Gale shows her the art music of Faerûn and develops an appreciation of music for the sake of music through that.

Everyone is surprised at how poised and graceful she is when she one day busts out some of her ballet moves when having a music session with Gale.

Shadowheart

She can't remember if she ever played an instrument or how, but finds a certain familiar comfort when plink-plonking on the strings of a lyre.

She found it in the goblin camp a little beat up and missing a string, but felt a warmth in her hand when she wrapped her hand around the wood - right before the pain shot through it from her wound.

But she didn't drop it.

Back at camp, she sneaks off so that she can pluck at it in peace and marvel at he pretty, if out of tune, notes that are drawn from it by her tentative fingers.

Sometimes, she finds herself humming a tune she almost remembers along with her playing.

Wyll offers to teach her one day and she is completely embarrassed and brushes him off. However, whenever he plays his lyre she finds herself enraptured with how his fingers move across the instrument.

At her next private practise session, she tries to mimic what she saw. She groes a bit frustrated, as it doesn't sound the same as when he plays it, as she somehow knows it should sound.

Next time she sees Wyll, she asks him if he can replace the missing string. He is happy to help. He even tunes it for her. He offers to teach her again and she declines, but more kindly this time.

When she plays again, her fingers play with a muscle memory even she can't recall. Then, her hand is struck with that familiar pain that she will never get used to.

But she didn't drop it.

Astarion

I've headcanoned Astarion as a rogue roleplaying as a bard, so even though he can't cast any magic with it, he has picked up a few instruments in his long (un)life.

He had tried a few and abandoned them before deciding on the violin. Impressive-looking to play and such pretty notes to serenade his pretty prey. He isn't brilliant, but technically good enough to play a pleasant tune.

He can even sing a little, which he enjoys a lot more, although hasn't sang in a long time. The last time he sang was to himself while locked in the tomb by Cazador to try and keep himself sane, but that was soon snuffed out.

He slowly starts to singing to himself again while with the gang as the weeks go by. He would play violin with Wyll and Karlach every now and then, but it didn't spark the same joy.

One day, Wyll is inevitably playing an instrument around the fire at camp; a well-known tavern songs. Astarion starts off mouthing the words to himself, then humming, then joining in on the chorus and eventually dancing around with Karlach, singing and trying to get everyone up to dance with him.

He is very embarrassed about that for the next few days. He does do it again, though.

Gale

Gale had a lot of time to study when he locked himself in his tower and some of his books are to do with music: the history of Faerûn art music, studies on how magic and music intertwine and even sheet music of famous symphonies.

He mentions that the Weave is akin to music and poetry; he likes to "try his hand at poetry" so of course he would explore this different kind of magic!

He has a beautifully crafted upright piano in his library that is enchanted to always stay in tune. It is covered in different piles of books and unfortunate drippings of candlewax from late-nights of scales practice.

Tara likes to lie on top of it when he is playing calmer music and scolds him when he starts getting into the fortissimo stuff and wakes her up.

Extremely technically good, beautiful musicality and has even trained himself to have perfect pitch, but can't improvise for shit. So he would rather enjoy the show that the party put on than join in, however Astarion or Karlach will persuade him by dragging him up for a dance.

Bit of a snob when it comes to tavern songs, but enough wine and he will be singing along with the rest of the group.

His eye twitches a bit at the fact Lae'zel thinks perfect pitch is inherent.

Wyll

As the son of a Duke, he would have had the privilege of a number of specialist tutors in his youth, including a music teacher.

He can read music well and can play a number of different instruments. Music comes naturally to him and can figure out unfamiliar instruments fairly quickly.

For all his technical ability, he still prefers to improvise, jam with others and play bawdy tavern songs. His favourite instruments are the more humble and accessible sort, such as the fiddle, wooden flute, basic lutes, etc.

As well as teaching the tiefling kids how to fight, he would gather them around after training and play simple tunes while telling them heroic stories.

Is That Guy who takes out his guitar in front of the campfire without fail, but is actually good. He is especially gratified when Astarion eventually joins in on the festivities.

He notices Shadowheart has a lyre at her tent, but never sees her play it. He offers to teach her. She splutters and scoffs that she doesn't need the distraction.

After that he plays his own lyre a little more as he can see how her eyes light up when she hears it.

Karlach

She loves dancing so of she loves some music to dance along to! She loves life and has her own soundtrack going in her head.

She would play makeshift instruments on the streets of Baldur's Gate as a child to make some extra coin.

Besides doing her little dances, she'll hum, sing and whistle aimlessly. Always the one to start the group singing in a tavern and is the first to get up and dance to the tavern's bards playing, even if they aren't very good.

Hasn't been able to play any instruments since she started burning up, as they'lljust disintegrate, so has had to do with body percussion, singing and beatboxing.

When her engine calms down, she wants to play anything and everything she gets her hands one. Wyll graciously (if somewhat hesitantly) allows her to play his instruments, but she is more than able to improvise.

Not technically good on most instruments that arent her body, but more than makes up for it in enthusiasm and creativity.

Is good at drums, because girl's got rhythm and, well, SMASH!!

Begs Lae'zel to teach her about the ballet-wrestling of the Gith when she sees her bust a move. She enjoys the wrestling aspect a lot and uses her moves in the next tavern brawl. Lae'zel approves.

[warden-melli]

Out of curiosity, what convinced you to give Adaman a dad bod in his adulthood?

A few things actually. Obviously this is purely my own headcanon, and not one I’m not even 100% married to tbh. As it’s purely speculative I’m open to many possible future interpretations of the character, but it is one I’m particularly fond of

Firstly i feel that it’s important to specify that while I do choose to draw him with a “dad bod” in middle adulthood, it’s one that is also very muscular, similar to that of a strong man or weight lifter (not body builder)

I’ve published a theory on this before, but I believe that there is a lot of evidence to suggest that Adaman has an interest in fighting, or martial arts. A short version leaving out a lot of details; He seems to be an athletic person, his arm wraps appear to resemble those of a boxer or martial artist, and he’s even expressed an interest in learning some ninja techniques. We also know that fighting is a pastime in Hisui, with both clans shown observing a friendly match between Iscan and Gaeric in the full art Adaman and Irida trading cards from the Crown Zenith expansion for the tcg. There’s also signs advertising sumo matches that are visible inside of galaxy Hall, as well as Kamado being a sumo wrestler himself. Fighting seems to be a huge pastime is the Hisui region, and one I believe is likely that Adaman may participate in. It may even be the cause of his trademark eyebrow slit, with similar scars being common among boxers

Adaman also expressed an interest in cooking and learning to cook, leading me to assume that he has an interest in food, and the culinary world. He is even seen serving potato mochi in the festival scene shown towards the very end of the game

With that in mind, my version of Adaman is one who has explored his interest in training and fighting more as he has aged, growing physically stronger as he continued to excel at his sport. He seems like someone who is keen to learn, and with the sumo matches being advertised at Galaxy hall, and after getting a taste of it during his brief confrontation with Kamado as part of the main story, I imagine him jumping at the opportunity to lean a new skill. He is also someone who enjoys his food, and who has pursued his interest in cooking further, even professionally alongside his duty as leader (I headcanon him as opening his own restaurant one day). He is an athlete who is not afraid to nourish his body, and who is confident in both his abilities and his physique.

I also think it contrasts well, yet feels like a very possible outcome, for his canon design. With his design being based on Dialga it also felt right to try making his design more solid to kind reflect that steel influence. I’ve also always headcanoned Adaman as being a really good father one day, so a dad bod seemed a natural fit lol. It just seems like a more adult body type than the one he had as a young adult, so visually really helps to define that he’s in a different stage of his life now. Even though I’ve used the word “dad bod” to describe my older Adaman before, I think it’d actually be more accurate to describe him as having a strongman physique.

So basically, I see him as a happy, healthy guy. One who loves his food, and his sport, and whose body reflects his journey and those passions

(I really feel the need to specify that this version of Adaman is in no way intended to be a joke, or in any way negative portrayal, as is sadly so common in media when a character is shown to have gained any weight for whatever reason)

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Another chapter! This one is kind of filler. A bit of a time skip and also a way for you all to get a feel of how the reader and Ada's relationship has progressed. Still don't have a set in stone plan as to how this will go but hopefully you all enjoy!

— 2001 (Three years after Raccoon City)

Chapter 15:

You staying and working with Ada turned out to be a more permanent situation than you both had expected. You had both grown fond of each other over the years and came to realize that you two working together benefited you both. She would keep you safe and away from people looking to kill you, and you would keep her from being somewhat lonely. It was a win-win.

The both of you, surprisingly, made a wonderful team. A very efficient one. Especially after the lessons Ada had given you, teaching you how to be a good spy. Funnily enough, Ada sort of hated being called a spy. But you felt it fit with certain aspects of the job she has. Sneaking around, pretending to be someone high up to get into places you should not be in, the outfits. 

Oh god, the outfits.

High heels have become more of a constant in your life than you would like, thanks to Ada. Despite your insistence that you will be perfectly okay, and better off, without them. She still insisted. She would be more lenient about your choice of footwear if it was a normal field mission. One involving more running and physical activity than the heels would allow for you and your weak legs. But if the mission involved, say, a fancy party with fancy attire, then she will physically force the shoes onto your feet if she had to.

It happened once or twice. She has trained in combat way more than you have. Has years of experience.

You never stood a chance.

Honestly, after a couple years of it you were fed up. Your feet hurt. No matter how much you break the shoes in and walk in the damn things, they always hurt. You still don’t know how Ada does it. She walked in heels with the grace of a ballerina and never tripped like you did. At this point, you were convinced she made you wear heels just to make herself look better. 

You huffed in annoyance as you stumbled and tripped over your own two feet for the tenth time that night as you attempted to catch up to the long legged woman ahead of you.

"I still don't get it. How can you walk in those so effortlessly? Let alone run around?” You asked her, having to refrain from taking your own shoes off and just run around the property barefoot.

It was tempting. Really tempting. Who cares what the rich people back at the party might think?

"Walk in what?" She turned to look up at you from the device in your hand. You frankly had no idea what it did. She usually handled the more complex tech. You can work a normal computer, not those state of the art spy gadgets.

"The heels. You always wear the most impractical shoes, and yet you act like you're just wearing sneakers. Meanwhile, I’m like Bambi on ice." You huffed. You are not pouting. 

Definitely not pouting.

“Wow, you managed to go a whole three years without bringing up my shoes again. I'm impressed.” She joked. You glared at her while she laughed in return.

"Practice. And a lot of natural skill." Ada said. She had a slight smile of amusement, a smile that she tended to have with you more often as of late, as she looked from her high heeled feet to yours. 

"I think you're nuts. Walking around in red dresses and high heels in all these dangerous situations. It is not comfortable." You complained.

"I'm used to it. Plus, you can really cause some damage with these bad boys." She jokingly high kicked in your direction, a sharp, high heeled foot a few inches away from your face. You lightly swat her foot away.

"Yeah, by potentially breaking an ankle." You joked back, lightly kicking at her other leg in response. The action nearly caused your ankle to roll and make you fall flat on your ass. She quickly reached out to steady you.

You stumbled and huffed once more. “I get it’s your thing, but why make me suffer with you?”

Ada smirked as she let go of your arms once she knew you were balanced. “Flats are a crime against fashion. I’m doing you a favor. Plus, you need more practice.” She went back to studying the small device in her hand as she looked at her surroundings, searching for something.

You raised a brow with arms crossed and grumbled. “You and your stupid fashion sense.” 

"Ha! Like you don't like my style." Ada did a little turn as she teased, smirking as your face flushed in response.

You will forever continue to deny that she makes you blush. No matter how obvious it was to her.

You hummed, acting indifferent. "Oh, I love your style. Very femme fatale. Total badass. And you manage to defy the laws of physics while doing it." 

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head in confusion, looking at you from the corner of her eye as she still fiddled with the device.

"For one, you somehow manage to sneak around in those shoes without alerting anyone you don't want to of your presence. That alone should be damn near impossible. Yet you still manage to do so without fail and continue to amaze me every single time." You admitted.

"Hmm, flattery. Do go on." She practically purred, slowly walking into your personal space.

You clear your throat, turning to glance away slightly to avoid eye contact. "And that little grappling hook you have should not physically be able to pull you off the ground, let alone let you swing and flip off from it.”

The grappling hook did confuse you. You used to think grappling hooks only worked in comic books. Yet she somehow still made it work. She had let you try it out once for the hell of it. Let’s just say that you nearly landed yourself, and Ada, in the hospital. 

She had actually thought that it was absolutely hilarious.

"Are you calling me fat?" She joked, bringing your attention back to the current conversation.

"Pfft, no. Just  that you’re out of this world in more ways than one." You lamely attempted to flirt,  before rolling your eyes and slapping your palm to your face in regret. 

Smooth. Real smooth.

She laughed as she stuck the small device shaped like a bracelet around her wrist. "That was so bad. Cute. But bad."

"I aim to please." You laughed off, masking your embarrassment. She could see right through you, of course.

"You would think with all the time you spend with me you would be better at flirting, Y/n." She teased.

"Now you're just being rude." You crossed your arms in mock offense.

"Awe, don't pout. Being bad at flirting is part of your charm. It's adorable, and oddly flattering." Ada smirked as you felt your cheeks flush once again at her compliment.

"Thanks." Was all you could think to say. Strangely enough, you were only bad at flirting with her. You could fake flirt like a boss to distract all your targets. She and you both knew this, but never chose to comment on it.

“You’re welcome. Now, the goods should be that way. Let’s get it and get out quickly. I’d rather not stick around here much longer.” Ada told you as she began to guide you in the direction she pointed.

“Here” was some sort of charity event being thrown by some rich guy, that you didn’t bother learning the name of, who was loved by most in the media due to his very generous donations to the unfortunate and the poor. That also included donations to those few who survived the Raccoon City incident. On paper, he sounded like a nice man. But of course, said rich man was corrupted and making deals with and against Umbrella behind closed doors. You weren’t even surprised at this point. Over the three years you and Ada have been working together, you found that pretty much everyone with money and power were involved under Umbrella’s very large, well, umbrella. So to speak.

“What did that thing even do?” You asked her, gesturing to the device around her wrist.

“It’s a tracker. A map, sort of. It helps tell me where the files are.” She explained as plainly as she could. You don’t even know if she could give you a more complex, scientific, explanation on how it works. You wouldn’t be surprised if she could.

Even after three years, you didn’t know much about her past before she had started her mercenary work. She claimed that it didn’t matter when you had asked. In her books, the girl before Ada Wong does not exist any longer. Why bring it up again?

You didn’t push for answers. If she didn’t want to talk about it or remember it, then that was her choice. You have no right to force it out of her. You could only theorize that she didn’t have a great childhood. You could relate to a certain degree. With parents that were overbearing yet somehow neglectful at the same time when it came to your choices and feelings on certain topics. Future career? Their choice. Hobbies? Their choice. Clothes you wear? Their choice. You felt more like a puppet to them than a child with the way they ignored your thoughts and feelings throughout your entire childhood.

But you didn’t want to think about it either. Nor did you want to think about all that you lost when Raccoon City went out with a boom. So you understood Ada to a certain extent. Why bring up painful memories? Just makes it all the more difficult to move on from them.

“Have you decided where you want these files to go?” You questioned. She had taken the job from an employee of Umbrella. Not Wesker, someone else.

Wesker had been MIA for three years now and neither you or Ada had heard from the man. None of you were complaining. Especially you. You were not eager to meet the man that had wanted you dead. But not hearing anything from Wesker in so long made you anxious. You knew he was plotting something. What? You didn’t know. Something evil, no doubt.

“Not yet. We can figure that out after we finish this mission.” Ada said. You nodded in agreement.

You took off your heels to make it easier to sneak as you were led back into the building and down the maze of halls, dodging and avoiding any security cameras that were in sight. As you walked deeper into the large building, you noticed that the halls were becoming more heavily secured. Ada quickly dragged you into an office room to avoid the person walking down the hall you were in.

“Alright, looks like the vents are the best way to go.” Ada said as she quickly got to work on opening the vent. As she did so, you moved the office chair to angle under the door handle to keep anybody from getting in. 

Ada got the vent unscrewed and quietly placed the cover on the ground and out of the way. She looked back at you as you kept an ear to the door to hear for any oncoming footsteps.

“Y/n. Come on.” Ada gestured you over. She climbed into the vent and you quickly ran across the room, put your shoes back on and climbed in behind her.

“It’s weirdly fun to climb through vents. I thought I’d hate it because it’s such a tight space, but it’s not as bad as I thought.” You muttered to Ada.

“Hmm, sure it’s not because of the view you always get?” Ada hummed as she briefly looked over her shoulder at you. 

You scoffed, blushing slightly at the implication. “Bold of you to assume I’m staring at your ass, Ada.”

Ada hummed innocently. “Never said you were staring at my ass. I thought you were staring at my shoes.” She smirked.

You huffed a short laugh. “Bullshit. I know what you were implying.”

“Are you saying I don’t look good from behind?” Ada questioned in mock offense, continuing to lead you forward.

“You fishing for compliments? I don’t think your ego needs it.” You joked.

“Humor me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Ada, you have a nice backside.”

“Thank you. See, was that so hard?” Ada purred.

“Extremely.” You drawed sarcastically.

You both eventually made it out of the vents and into another room. You glanced around the room and realized it was another office. 

“Is this where the files are?” You asked Ada. You expected the office full of confidential Umbrella files to be more secured.

“Of course it is. You still doubt me after all these years?” Ada asked as she walked to one of the file storages.

“No. Not at all. Just thought this mission would be more difficult.”

“Shh, don’t talk like that. We don’t want this mission to be more difficult.” Ada hushed you as she rifled through the files.

“I thought you hated boring missions?” You asked.

Ada goes to respond when the door flew open and you jumped, reaching for the gun held on your thigh holder. You made eye contact with the intruder and your eyes widened in shock.

“Jill?”

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Yandere wind headcannon or Yandere legend please

How about some yandere legend headcannons please

Alright, alright! You got it, buddy! Thank you for requesting :]

Notes: Platonic!Wind and romantic!Legend separate.

"&" means platonic relationship. Yes, AO3 is influencing me.

I'll probably bring more Headcannons in the future but that's all I have for now.

I'm against using the dots but these are headcannons.

TWs: Yanderism, mentions of needles (sewing needles), mentions of swimming and bodies of water.

LU!Wind & Reader || LU!Legend x Reader

Yandere Legend Headcannons

It's not a surprise to say that Legend didn't like nor trust you when you first met. It took a while, and I mean a while for him to start being less mean to you, like, at least a few months.

After that he was still mean, but more so in a teasingly way, like how he is with the others but worse.

Because of the sheer amount of time it took for him to trust you, it may have been a bit upsetting for you to see how he treated you differently to the others.

You see, Legend doesn't like to be open about who he likes, he is a prideful man and also very cautious. He felt like you were a weak spot to him, and if that information went into the wrong hands you would be in danger just as much as his sanity currently was.

Either way, Legend isn't good at acknowledging the strength of his words, so of course, you naturally wanted to distance yourself from him.

However, something kept you from distancing yourself. While Legend may be sharp and hurtful when it came to his words, his actions were quite the opposite. Legend acted like an absolute simp when it came to you.

The other would tease him a lot regarding that, it was really funny watching these situations, it almost made all the hurt from his words worth it.

Legend would be angrily yelling at a laughing Four who just called him out on his bullshit all the while not stopping his fingers from knitting gloves for you after he heard you complain about feeling cold at night.

Ah yes there's also that, I feel like Legend likes knitting, sewing too, but knitting mostly since you really seem to like the pieces he knit.

Legend has anxiety after everything he went through, he's paranoid even when the team is somewhere safe. It gets almost impossible to fall asleep when he can't stop shaking his leg or scratching his arm, his mind also refuses to shut up, sleepless nights rendered him useless both physically and mentally since he just didn't get any rest, spending the whole night twisting and turning in his bed roll.

He needed something to relieve his anxiety and calm his nerves while also being a way he wasn't wasting time. Sewing was useful for repairing his and the other's clothes, now knitting? He had never heard of knitting before.

That was, before the day he decided to buy a needle and a ball of green wool thread out of curiosity.

You two were inside a small shop of arts and crafts together, he was looking to just buy the sewing stuff he needed and leave. When he turned around to call for you though, you were looking around in awe at things you were interested in on the shelves of the shop, you mentioned something about finding knit pieces cute, that was all it needed to make him buy these things with the purpose of mastering doing it.

Of course, before leaving he also made sure to buy all the things you said you liked in the shop.

He ended up really liking knitting, making errors was stressful and it took a long time for him to learn the skill, but, at least the needles weren't sharp like the sewing ones, which meant he didn't hurt himself. His hand did end up sore, but they were already calloused so it didn't hurt as much, and he preferred that pain a lot more than staying up all night every night. The gratitude on your face when he gifted you his first perfected piece, the green socks, made it all worth it.

Legend likes to keep you around his line of sight 24/7, not seeing you makes him 20 times more paranoid, the others bent to his will easily after noticing how bad he could get, keeping you in the same space he was just tuned out easier for everyone.

Since Legend won't allow himself to be vocal about how much he loves you, when you guys spend time together which is basically always and he doesn't feel the need to act mean he will just be silent. It's not rare for him to sit close to you and lean on you during those moments, he tries to not initiate touches but it is hard for him to keep himself from at least doing this.

He adores when you initiate physical touch though, and you did so a lot after discovering that it is easy to use that.

Anything could be happening, your mere touch, a brush of your skin, anything you do can make him just freeze. After getting a hold of you it is hard for him to let you go, he will hesitate before remembering why he needed to keep his liking towards you a secret in the first place.

So yeah, he can melt just from physical touch, don't hug or cuddle with him close to other people, those actions can make him almost cry so it would be quite embarrassing.

Links may seem different but they are still reincarnation of the same person.

That's why kisses can make him flustered like Sky.

Really, when all of this is done and his enemies are gone, if you choose to just live the rest of your lives together, he'll definitely become just as gentle as Sky.

He wouldn't give up his friendly teasing though, that's his charm.

He is soft inside but he isn't known as the veteran for nothing, the world has turned him into what he is now and the dangers that made him into the person he is today are still around.

His protectiveness comes from that, his main objective became making sure you'll stay safe, he doesn't want you to be hurt like he was, he doesn't want you to change. He'll gladly take the pain of the both of you for your sake.

Also, Legend has a lot of trinkets and jewelry.

You're in luck if you like those things, he'll give them to you no matter whether you accept them or not.

He'll feel very proud of himself if he saw you using his jewelry as well.

You may be shocked seeing him just part with his prized possessions like that, but in his mind it is simple.

After all of this is done, you will end up with him, whether you like it or not so if you'll marry in the future you're basically already married. If you're married, his things are yours just as yours are his, so you using his things is just like him using them himself.

Also, you don't have many possessions, so the least you can give to him is yourself, isn't that right?

Platonic Yandere Wind Headcannons

Whether you like children or not didn't matter, it didn't take long for you to become attached to him.

Wind is a typical teenager, even if he acts more like a child sometimes.

He likes teasing but he isn't as mean as Legend, mostly just the normal playful teasing everyone in the chain is used to, including you.

I see wind as a distracted teen whenever he isn't in combat. Like the person who makes stupid questions and annoying remarks that most of the time aren't supposed to actually be annoying or stupid, most of the time he just doesn't pay attention and needs to just make sure he actually heard what you guys said.

Wind is used to being the older brother, so when you decided to be his older sibling he was unaccustomed.

He more than welcomed the attention and affection though, it's been a while since he got it. All in all he is probably the Link who most needs it anyway.

When you're not the one actively making the effort to spend time with him he is the one doing it.

You know how to swim? Great, he will bring you swimming with him.

You don't know how to swim? Congratulations you have just got yourself a very invested teacher.

You're afraid of swimming or of the place where he swims? He will insist you come just to sit close to the body of water he's in. By the end of the day he has a pile of things he found while he was swimming (trinkets, rocks and seashells), prepare your pockets because you're the one leaving with them.

He's a chatterbox, and will talk your ear off about his adventures, the sea and his life before that, like the island he's from, his small family… Anything and everything really.

Like I mentioned a while ago, before he left the island, washing the dishes used to be his chore. Now when you wash the dishes to help Wild there's a big chance of him being there to help you. Helping may also mean chatting with you while doing nothing though, there are always two possibilities and the outcome depends only on how interested in washing dishes he is that day.

I feel like Wind is more inclined to sabotaging any type of relationship you may have with other people, he probably doesn't mind The Chain wanting you romantically or anything as long as he deems said Link as deserving of you, differently to other people the team are always together so he can easily get to you anytime he wants. He just doesn't want his time with you to be interrupted.

He's loud, when he's talking about something he likes he starts talking even louder without noticing.

Please call him to work on something together, things like making necklaces with the seashells he finds will channel his attention which will result in him being silent for longer.

Despite being a normal teenager pretty much, Wind has a longer attention span. At least, with things he likes to do, and with that I mean hands-on activities. He will ignore any attempts of reading, may even throw a tantrum.

He is not against the idea of fully throwing himself against you anytime he wants your attention and you won't give it to him.

Wind is a growing teenager, and he spends a lot of time with you. Don't be surprised when he starts picking up little bits of your personality, likes, mannerisms, habits and even your way of speaking. Most of these will happen without him or you noticing, it is funny when The Chain just sees you making some sort of pose and him just doing the exact same pose for no reason.

Wind would be a son of Poseidon, do tell him that, he'll love hearing you talk about it. He loves the mythology from our world, no matter which mythology you tell him about.

Expect him to do things for you as well, he may make it seem like he doesn't want to do it, but even if you ask him to bring you the heart of Gannon or something he'll eventually bring it to you.

Wind may act reckless sometimes too many times, but then again he is a child. He'll act like he doesn't like it, but he loves when you treat him his age. Wind had to take way too many responsibilities in a much too young age and the fact you still treat him the way he is supposed to be treated despite his hero title will make him cling to you like his life depends on it.

Different from Legend Wind doesn't mind you being away from him as long as you're there the moment he wants your attention. In fact, he'll be the first to tell everyone to leave you in the camp when they're fighting monsters.

You know how siblings are fighting all the time and make fun of each other but still get mad whenever someone else does it? That's Wind, he will get funny annoyed expressions when other Links try to tease you, he's constantly at war with Legend.

As much as he doesn't mind if you have a relationship with the rest of The Chain he'll playfully tease you guys.

If he sees you're uncomfortable (and trust me, he can tell) he'll immediately do a 180° and become very protective, he'll defend you with tooth and nail from anyone, even the golden goddesses herselves.

And he's a gremlin, too, so if physically he can't do harm he'll turn said person's life into hell.

And once again, everything he asks of you in return to what he does is your attention, 200% of it.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Kung Fu Tigress!!

We come to find our resident Red Riot standing outside looking in awe at the sight before him and really who could blame the guy? Before him stood a very impressive dojo and Itsuka Kendou, Class B's resident Big Sis had invited him to come try out some personal training there if he wanted. it just so happened to be a dojo she herself had been taught at and had quite a pedigree of alumni to it. He'd been so excited that in his eagerness when he woke up, he couldn't help but come here early.

Well he figured he might as well invite himself in as he saw it wasn't locked and he was sure Kendou wouldn't mind if he made himself comfy. Entering through the doors as he took in the interior design and decor, finding this dojo was spacious and well equipped. Seeing the work-out area with all manner of training equipment and machines ranging from punch bags to power lifting weights. Only to find he wasn't alone as he spied someone on the sparring area performing the splits as they bent and stretched their upper torso. Suffice to say it was taking all his will power to not pitch a tent right then and there and with good reason.

She was 5 foot 6 work of sensual art, clad in distinct outfit modelled in the style of a Chinese Cheongsam, not unlike that of Kendou. Which of course helped to greatly display her stunning furry form and well built, honed and sculpted muscles as they flexed. She was definitely someone with a heteromorph mutation quirk which made her a full body furry tiger woman and she was definitely a woman alright. Her outfit certainly highlighting her assets splendidly as it clicked in the sturdy hero's brain why she seemed so familiar when it came to him.

This was none other than the famous Master Tigress, renowned and highly ranked martial arts heroine from China, her beauty and skill were on par with one another befitting the species she gained her namesake from. A natural wonder and equally fierce especially when ill tempered and he couldn't help but ogle away while trying to will any boners popping. Seeing her ears twitch as she sniffed the air a bit, turning to look his way as he felt like a deer in the headlights. Yeah no doubt about it, he was screwed, this woman caught him practically peeping on her and she was going to kick his ass.

Tigress:*those steely feline eyes of hers locked on him, her tone serious but non-threatening as she spoke up to break any pending awkward silence between them.*"Kendou told me we'd be having a guest over, I presume it's you? She had mentioned someone with your description...."*Kirishima could swear his brain was working overtime to keep his libido restained, the last thing he needed was to be sporting a hard-on. Especially in the presence of a woman like her who would likely think of 10 different ways to hurt him, even with his quirk. But damn her little warm-up display of her flexibility was making it a fierce challenge.*

Kirishima:"Yes ma'am! Eijiro Kirishima, Red Riot ma'am!! I'm in your care!!"*The himbo wanted to slap his own face right about now, feeling stupid for such an overly enthusiastic answer. But it seemed to work as acceptable for the veteran fighting heroine, who explained to him that Kendou was out for her morning run but she'd be more than happy to oblige him with some training and instruction. It is what he was here for after all and he was more than eager to begin. Feeling glad that he dodged a bullet and not managed to come off like a total pervert but then again when you had a classmate like Minoru Mineta, that was an easy bar to clear.*

As the trainee and veteran pair began with some basic warm-up stretches and exercises, little did he know was that Tigress' heightened senses told her all she needed to know. She could smell the scent of arousal off of him, sense a vibe that indicated that for his youth, he had been with more than a few women in sexual encounters. And she had to think to herself, it was absolutely intoxicating as she could feel her pussy twitch and quiver, juices pumping and flowing down her juicy thighs as she was turned on by the erotic beast she could sense within him. It'd been far too long since she'd enjoyed activity of the sexual persuasion and here she was now in the presence and company of a virile young stud, if ever opportunity was presenting itself to her...

Oh Kirishima wasn't aware of anything off about the kung-fu warrior woman, at first anyways as he eagerly followed her guidance and instruction. Adding to whatever basics he had on hand to hand and close quarters combat as she secretly copped a feel here and there. Her paw padded, claw tipped fingers caressing and admiring his physique, her eyes mentally undressing him as her mind ran wild with desire at wanting run wild with this alpha male before her. She was thankful for her own sense of discipline and self-control but damn if it wasn't a struggle to just cast aside her inhibitions.

Especially when watching him hit the punch bags or lift weights though she made sure to give as good as visual show as she was getting. Her luscious striped fur glistening as she'd show off her strength and flexibility, her poses seriously giving the sturdy himbo ideas for sure as she licked and bit her lips sensually smelling the scent of his increasing arousal. Until Tigress finally got an idea as to how to make a move in a way that would allow her and Kirishima to indulge in their no doubt mutual desire to, well put it bluntly, mate and fuck like a couple of animals. Keeping his attention on her as they stood across from each other in the sparring section of the dojo, as the feline woman silently purred seeing the chivalrous stud standing there awaiting like a good little soldier.

Tigress:"Alright Kirishima, good effort so far but I think we can get a better grasp of your skill and capabilities with a little practice match. Sound good to you?"*The feline ass-kicker could eat herself if she were chocolate at being so sweet and smooth with this idea. More so as Kirishima nodded, no doubt eager to experience action with a veteran pro like her. Watching as he removed his shirt and kept his baggy shorts on which made the warrior woman lick her lips with sensual anticipation as she admired the view of that sculpted work of muscular art. But oh his reaction as she in turn began to strip right in front of him, gentleman that was as she covered his eyes as she now stood naked before him, her toned and well trained furry form a work of art in its own right.*

Kirishima:"Uhm, Master Tigress?! Is there a reason for...well, ya know.."*Now you really couldn't blame the guy for being unable to complete the sentence of his inquiry. After all the exotic feline kung-fu warrior was now nude right in front his eyes. His traitorous fingers prying open to make him peek as he knew there was no way he could make himself look away. How could he when she was stretching and posing, bending in ways only a cat like her would be able to in such ways that proudly showed off displayed a body honed by good genetics and some damn intense training. For all that honed, toned muscle, Tigress was packing some voluptuous curves, especially her juicy tits and ass and that slit practically radiated such heat..*

Tigress:*Sporting a teasing grin so usually unlike her more stoic, disciplined self as she performed a downward dog pose, her legs spread with her feet planted firmly on the ground as she looked at him upside down. Her jungle cat eyes looking at him equal parts a delicious meal she was going to savor and a prime hunk of alpha male that was sure to scratch her itch. Licking her lipse sensually once more as she poke.*Oh this? I figure a specimen of Man such as yourself would be familiar with how the Ancient Greeks were said to perform the Olympics in the nude. You're free to join me if you'd like, after all whatever happens, happens, right? Feel free to look and touch all you want, if you do well enough I might grant you a prize..."*The striped cat woman spoke in a coy, husky manner as she stood and assumed her stance, Tiger style kung-fu fittingly enough, as the padded tatami floor at her feet grew a puddle from her dribbling juices.*

Kirishima:*Now he had a feeling Tigress was playing him, that much he knew. Mina and Maya and oh yes more than a few other sexy ladies in his life had always done their sexy headgames during sparring and combat practice and Tigress was definitely pushing the right buttons, not to mention this whole traditional nudist stunt. But of course what reason did he have to say no? His libido at the helm as he assumed a stance of his own, Tigress' grin widening as her sharp eagle like gaze could see the bulge forming in his shorts.*"Gonna have to get me as naked as you first, ma'am..."

Tigress was more than delighted with that answer as they began their erotic sparring session. Strikes thrown, dodges and counters made as the sturdy himbo found himself unable to help cop a feel of the Oriental feline's sexy form which she more than enjoyed of course. Especially when she gave back as good as she got, her pussy gushing as her thighs were soaked with arousal from smelling his manly musk. That no doubt immense cock hidden in those shorts just aching to be freed and rut her with the primal thrill of putting a baby inside her.

Eventually the hero in training and the Chinese pro found themselves grappling on the floor, rolling around in a tangle of limbs before Tigress managed to pin him on the floor. Shoulders held down as she straddled his waist, looming over him with her teasing smile since as far as she was concerned, this was a draw. The angelfaced, shark teethed himbo redhead not hesitating as he looked at the Jungle at with erotic determination which made her shudder as she ground and rubbed her slit against the crotch of his shorts. The pitched tent becoming soaked with a waterfall of her juices as she relished such a look, the eyes of a tiger in a sense as she leaned down and in to press her lips to his.

Their tongues mashing and dancing together as the energy of desire flowed between them in a sloppy kiss, Tigress gasping and moaning as she felt Kirishima's hands grasp her bubbly, well toned ass and gave it a firm squeeze. The kinky kung-fu feline purring sensually at such assertiveness as her hands ran down along his sculpted upper torso, paws and claws teasing those well honed muscles before grasping the waistband of his shorts, boxers and all. Suffice to say as soon as she pulled them down and laid eyes on his erect length and girth, her oh so well trained sense of pride and discipline went right out the window. Her more primal, feral instincts taking the helm as her libido called to mount that alpha male and fuck until it was all but assured she'd taking some maternity leave.

She didn't hesitate or think twice about going against her instincts and much to her thrill, the feeling was mutual with Kirishima as his hands grasped where her waist and hips met to connect while she held and aimed the tip of his fuckhammer against her soaking wet pussy. Dropping down to meet a powerful pump-thrust of his pelvis as a yowling moan mixed with a deep groan with Tigress orgasming just from the penetration alone. Her washboard abs bulging from how deep and full his cock was inside of her, balls deep and bottomed out right off the bat as the warrior woman feline wasted no time in adjusting. Her bucking hips meeting his jackhammering pelvis as they built up a nice tempo and rhythm, their deep rutting picking up speed as the walls echoed with the cries of animalistic passion and skin slapping furry skin.

Tigress was never one to kiss and tell when it came to her private and personal life especially when it came to sex but there was no doubt she was experienced enough to not be considered a virgin. Quite frankly she had to say, Kirishima was putting most any and every prior lover to shame not just in terms of his endowment but his sexual prowess. It rather reminded her of a certain panda friend of hers back home and made her have such plans in the future but for now she was finding that Kirishima proved he was a riot in the sheets as much as on the streets. Her orgasms too numerous to count but ooh the thrill of when his would hit, the pulse of his shaft erupting like a volcano as her womb became flooded and painted with his essence.

How she relished the sensation but ooh in tandem with every position they tried only made it all the more better as it was clear he was more than used to dealing with girls so limber and flexible that they could be considered contortionists. Testing her limber Amazonian form's limits as together they danced and shifted with yoga-like grace and fluidity, her body twisting itself like a pretzel which only further aroused her alpha male all the more. What would people say if they were to see of the very models of discipline in Free China herself wearing a raw ahegao as she was being fucked in a mating press or yowling like a bitch in heat as she took it doggy or rather kitty style? Eyes glowing with pink hearts of ecstasy and lust as those smooth balls smacked her clit or her jiggling asscheeks, making them clap like erotic thunder.

Just when Tigress thought that Kirishima would hit his limit and need to recover his oh so impressive stamina, he would up and use 1% of his quirk to give his cock a little more energy. Which they wasted no time in making the most as Tigress's brain flooded with sexual bliss and ecstasy from this hunk of an alpha male asserting his dominance, making even the simple missionary position a thrill ride but ooh when he would show off his strength with a standing fuck full nelson or pin her down on her sacred dojo floor with some prone boning. The mat becoming soaked with stains and puddles of their sweat and juices as they rutted like animals, lost in their own pornographic world. Unaware that there was indeed a sole witness to this explicit encounter.

Standing just outside the door around the corner, unseen and making sure her scent could be picked up by Tigress was the big sis of class B herself, Itsuka Kendou. Who had returned from her morning run just in time to witness her feline senpai and instructor strip naked and seduce Kirishima into going sexual caveman on her and she couldn't deny, it was hot as fuck!! Her sports bra lifted up to expose her firm, exquisite tits to the air as she groped them, one hand down the front of her tight spandex bicycle shorts as she shamelessly engaged in voyeurism, getting off to seeing her usually aloof stoic senior be so lewd. Oh she was going to enjoy every bit of this and soon as they were done, she'd let them be as she would pretend to act like she had just returned to join in on training.

But ooh she would keep this secret until she found a time to approach Kirishima about it. After all she had heard the gossip about him and Mina & Maya and now seeing him in action, the girl known as Battle-Fist knew she had to have herself a turn with the Tamer of Women. It was just a matter of time and there was no doubt she was going to have some sleepless nights but oh so sweet dreams. For now, on with the show....