#and just... start doing capoeira

[astersofthesky]

I will forever hold this part in the second op of Death Note close to my heart.

L and his lil capoeira.

[glamourscat]

you’re now my new friend so im gonna complain about some fans🤭🤭🤭

THE OTHER THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS tim isn’t weak????? its canon damian says “drake is stronger than i like to admit” or something like that but the idea is that tim is canonically strong i mean cmon he’s a bat??? i saw something that another writer wrote and i really don’t want to disrespect but she(?) wrote something like tim couldn’t do the ‘jacked and kind’ trend. HE CAN HE HAVE TO IF HE COULD NOT HOW CAN HE BE A BAT HE HAVE TO BE STRONG

and he’s really smart like i don’t even now how to say it but its conan bruce think tim can even be smarter than him and damian says tim is the smartest!!!

i mean i get it tim isn’t the most popular robin but he’s really great but tiktok and tumblr makes him look like an idiot who’s just soft??? HE IS NOT his story is really interesting if you just read instead of making him look like some weak thing.

and bcz of the misinformation people just don’t like tim😭😭😭😭

and i don’t even want to talk about coffee addiction LIKE PLS STOP THIS MADNESS

ps:i probably made grammer mistakes sorry🙏🏼 AND i would like to send some asks when im more awake😭😭😭 it’s 3am rn

Don’t worry about it ahaha. Me and grammatical errors are like this 🤝🏻. Also, if you’re comfortable with it, let’s be moots 😭. I honestly need more people to yap with about Tim.

and yes ofc! Feel free to send more asks about Tim whenever u wish :)

Now, onto what you said. YES, YES, AND YES AGAIN. Thank you! I’m going to be honest here, I think Tim’s mischaracterization as “weak” boils down to the fact that many people see him as a twink……. The amount of art, both drawn and written, where he is depicted as this frail little thing that can’t think for himself and is weak and shy is too big. I mean, are we looking at the same character?

When I see people butchering Tim’s character, it’s clear to me that they haven’t read the comics. I’m not saying you need to read ALL of them—that’s just absurd considering the number of runs there are. Just the main ones could be beneficial. You know, having a general idea about the character.

He was trained by Bruce (and we know Bruce’s training is anything but easy), Nightwing and lastly, Lady Shiva herself. He has mastered many unarmed styles of fighting, including Leopard Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Capoeira, Karate, Dragon Kung Fu, and Bojutsu.

He might not be a tank like Jason (side note: let’s remember Jason is the way he is thanks to the Lazarus Pit, because he was malnourished growing up, which stunted his growth). Just because Tim isn’t ripped and has a leaner build doesn’t mean he is weak. Nor does it mean he is stupid. His IQ is 142, and he is cited as the most analytical of Batman’s proteges, with detective skills on par with Batman himself. Like you said, BRUCE HIMSELF says he believes Tim is smarter than him in some ways.

And on the coffee addiction—that’s so funny to me because, if I’m not wrong, he drank coffee ONE time in canon, someone made it his personality, and everyone ran with it 😭.

I just can’t. Honestly, Tim is a skater boy. A punk at heart, who listens to bands like Oasis and Green Day. He is absolutely obsessive at times, loud and opinionated. He is a child prodigy and grew up rather isolated. Then his mother died. He and his father got into deep arguments because of his job as Robin. He stopped, then started again. His father died, and he found his father’s dead body while wearing his Robin uniform. He escaped Bruce for about a month, forging a fake adoption certificate from a FAKE uncle he made up because he didn’t want to be taken in by Bruce.

He feels like he is a burden and still keeps that sentiment, which was incremented when Damian joined the family and took his spot as Robin, leaving Tim feeling hopeless. He became Red Robin, lost his best friend (or something more) and went absolutely insane trying to clone him. He can’t handle loss for shit. The same thing happened in his Red Robin run where he ignored both Nightwing and Steph, who tried to stop him from following his unhinged plan of finding Bruce, who was presumed dead but Tim thought was alive. To save his loved ones, he willingly jumped from a building while injured, almost dying.

This, in my eyes, is anything but weak.

He is my unhinged bisexual gremlin. Love him so much

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

In Brasil there is like a chanel [Balela] that every video they're in different lessons, learning to be a firefighter, learning pole dance, freestyle fight, parkour, etc.

The Batkids doing those lessons together as a bonding activity every week (Tim's idea to record it) [Except parkour cuz you cant be a vigilante without knowing it]

So I present to you

Dancing? They're in, pilates? Count on them, theatrics? Jason is more excited than in the other videos, Cooking? In it, Potery? Hell yeah, crochet? Please. Ballet? Cass is the one teaching. Basketball? Soccer? Voleyball? Muay Thai? Sumo? Judo? Jiu-Jitsu? Capoeira? They're in

I also like to think that Dick proposed the idea of "Working 24 hours at random places/random profissions" and they also went with it

Working in a maid cafe. On a restaurant with the subscribers of their chanel as clients. Working as bartenders, they manage to bring jornalists into this. Working as street dancers one day after having a lesson about it

God I love them

I love this idea. The batkids would absolutely have a little YouTube channel for this stuff. Tim suggests the recording idea after they try pottery and Steph's clay starts flying everywhere.

I feel like they'd definitely argue over a channel name. It can't be 'The Batkids', for obvious reasons. Duke wants to call it the Kool Kidz Klub. They're all on board until he types it out. Dick sighs deeply before silently erasing it. Damian suggests 'The Waynes'. Tim calls it basic, and Cass has to step between them before a fight breaks out. Jason suggests 'A Wayne in the Life', but when nobody gets it he has to explain how it's like 'a day in the life'. Explaining it ruined it, and he revokes his idea.

Steph goes up to the computer and types in 'we are forced to hang out' and hits enter. They'll change it later.

The rule of their bonding lessons is that anyone can suggest something, and everyone has to agree. Even if you don't think you'll like it or you haven't enjoyed it previously, you still have to go. It's a different experience with different people, and this rule has opened up their minds and even changed some opinions on different activities.

Cass is obviously good at dance. She has a good time at their dance lesson. Dick is good as well. He isn't as fluid as she is, but he can get in the steps if he practices it a few times. Duke is just there to have a good time. Real life dance is different than Just Dance, but he still enjoys it. Tim does not have a good time. Steph makes fun of him for his two left feet, and he ends up angrily doing the cha cha slide in the corner. Damian is too embarrassed to fully let himself do the moves, but even with his minimum effort he's pretty much got it. Jason is not so coordinated, and he goes to give Tim some company in cha cha-ing.

Pilates are something that both girls are good at. They're somewhat of a natural (they don't mention that they have done pilates before). Tim is also pretty good at it. They're all trying to hold a shoulder bridge and Jason starts pretending to thrust into the air. Dick laughs so hard he farts, and everyone immediately shuffles away from him. He is banished to the stinky corner. Duke tries to hold a side plank and falls back, knocking into Steph, who knocks into, Tim, who knocks in to Jason, who crushes Damian. Cass is the only one standing.

Theatre is Jason's suggestion, and they put together a mini production of The Crucible that Jason directs, and perform it in a small community theatre. Dick plays the part of Abigail. Tim thought it would be funny to, in his words, "cast an old man as a gaslighting child." During the trial when Abigail is pretending to be possessed, he forgets his lines and just starts screaming bloody murder. They did not rehearse that. Everyone is so caught off guard and is just looking around at each other on stage, that Jason has to close the curtains and end it right there.

They all struggle to crochet. Nothing they make looks the way it's supposed to. Damian throws his abomination across the room. Duke is lying face down in his yarn trying not to cry tears of frustration. Steph is adding glitter to try and make it more appealing. Tim is pulling the yarn apart with his fingers. Jason is braiding yarn into Cass' hair. Dick is left to clean up the mess.

They try to play a game of tackle football, but as you can expect, it gets a little too violent. They even try with flags, but after Jason accidentally ripped Dick's shorts by pulling on them instead of the flags, they resort to something simpler. Something.. something like mini golf. Mini golf does not go well. Damian keeps hitting too hard and his golf ball keeps flying over the hole. Tim and Cass are pretending to sword fight with their clubs. Dick hits his golf ball over the course and hits someone on the back. Jason accidentally lets go of his club mid swing. Duke and Steph are competing with each other, and in their race to the next hole, they knock over some kid, who starts crying. They are all asked to leave.

I feel like their most viewed video of them working would be of the maid cafe one, because obviously. They get lots of tips. Lots. of tips. When Dick wipes his forehead with a napkin, a girl asks if she can keep it. Despite their initial thoughts, there wasn't really any chaos. They enjoyed walking around feeling pretty, because who wouldn't? The bar goes a similar way, and they have a lot of fun learning to mix different drinks. Jason is the sole drink shaker, because the girls scream and throw their money at him when they see his arms. Cass also gets a lot of happy customers. Some girl tries to get her phone number, but Cass says she doesn't have a phone. It's true. Her recent phone was destroyed at the miniature golf course.

One day when Tim goes to work at WE, the rest of them decide to go and work there as well for one of their working videos. Tim doesn't know about this until they show up to his office with their empty briefcases, fake glasses, and an attempt at business casual. Tim gets less work that day than he's ever done, and is forced to keep everyone under control. Damian at one point forces someone out of their own office because he wanted his own space. Tim has to drag him out by the ear. Duke starts writing cryptic messages on random peoples' whiteboards while they're out on break. Tim has to leave early and drag them all with him.

I very much want a fic of this lmao

[nanabrainrot]

Leg Lock [Pervert!Miguel]

Miguel isn’t convinced you’re as adept in as many martial arts as you say; he says you can only prove it with a spar.

Warning! NSFW content ahead. DUBIOUS CONSENT - reader is oblivious the way he’s wrestling is to cop a feel and that he cums on himself :/ what a freak

Pervert!Miguel x F!Oblivious!Reader

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You were none the wiser. Your spidey senses just didn’t pick up on the ways of men - you were no mind reader. The definition of book smart but not street smart. It’s unbelievable you accepted his personal “challenge” to spar and no less showed up in this ensemble: the smallest compression shorts that was barely even the size of boyshorts and a form fitting tank with a v that dipped dangerously low to the stretch of skin between your tits.

The fact he turned up the air conditioner and had the fan looming above on full blast only served to sweeten the sight by making your nipples pebble against the polyester mix. If he put enough friction across your chest, if you were sensitive you’d surely moan or at least give him a choked gasp; something to jack off to later.

“You ready to eat your words, Miguel?” you huffed seriously. The comical difference between you two was shown in the shadow cast by the fluorescent overhead light in the spinning fan: he was standing hands on his hips and stone-faced at one end of the personal training room and you at the other, bouncing on the balls of your feet with hands already stiff in front like a boxer. It didn’t help it looked like a yippy chihuahua hounding a rottweiler for a fight.

“Just try to at least land a hit -“

You lunged forward, shin flying up to try and meet his neck only to be blocked by his forearm. His eyes widen at your fast pace, but narrow as he meets your onslaught of moves with defenses. The little wraps around your fists do graze his skin as you batter at him with a flurry of fists like a boxer, though your kicks definitely reminded him of capoeira. The speed of it had to be from mixed martial arts and speedboxing while your grace and precision was karate inspired. And he could tell you did jiu jitsu by the way you tried to get him in a leg lock, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist and use your arms to push at his neck hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

You had to have known that move would have put you in this position: back pressed hard to the mat with no way out. You were incredibly skilled, surprising him with the flurry of fists and kicks fast enough to put him in a position where he could only really use defense but definitely underestimated what he was willing to do to best you.

Miguel had a black belt in jiu jitsu, teaching classes at the dojo Gabby went to back in Nueva York, hard pressed to raise a girl who could handle her own. If you hadn’t overestimated yourself and started off using so much energy, you wouldn’t be panting like this.

Your brows knit, face tense with focus as you gauged your next move but his mind was anywhere but this spar: his cock was against your groin. The sorry excuse of shorts left nothing to the imagination only confirmed that under it was nothing but your bare puffy cunt as his knees drove into the mat to set you in place under him, your wrists pinned under his. “You didn’t land a hit. Too big of an ego can get you -“

A hard impact of your feet hitting his pecs and sending him back from the surprise as you rolled back in a tuck and jumped to your feet back in a boxing stance. Flyaways stuck out from your messy hair from being pinned to the mat as your chest heaved, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“Can get me what?” you snorted in between short breaths.

“Get you -“ Miguel lunged forward, his legs long and strong enough to dart behind you to grab you by the waist and drag you to the floor, “-killed.”

Whines and grunts of struggle left you as you tried to get out of the compromising position: Miguel had you in a nelson on the floor, big hot palms of his hands on your neck and arm pinning back your biceps as you tried to grab at his wrists to apply enough force to get him to have a looser grip.

Too focused is a bad thing, sometimes. The fabric of your volleyball compression shorts that were more like panties rode up as your ass grinded against his groin - cock hard and twitching in his sweatpants as your feet struggled to get enough friction with the mat to be able to do a backbend or tuck and roll to use your flexibility. Dozens of possible routes flit in your mind and zero of them acknowledged you were basically being dry humped by Miguel: his grunts from the friction mistakes for grunts of effort. In reality, you were easy to restrain but the issue was your agility and speed compared to his strength - a given granted his strength based workout regimen versus yours, which focused on flexibility.

“If powers were allowed, I’d have had you pinned in the first minute,” you panted, lip twitching in focus as you continued to roll your hips against his as you struggled to find footing to be able to utilize your flexibility and roll over him. He must be smart, you think (stupidly), as his legs suddenly push against the mat and have him standing: yet you hang there in a full nelson. “That’s not funny, Miguel!” you hissed, as his forearms settled under your thighs during the shift and the palms secured at your neck still. The size difference suddenly made you realize why spars had size and weight classes; but there were no weight classes with the villains and anomalies you regularly encountered, he chastisted as he offered a spar with you.

If you had your powers allowed, you would’ve had him against the ceiling by now. But you shook on it. God, you wish you had a weaker sense of integrity and just said fuck it and blasted him with your power to get out of this humiliating debacle. The only thing left in reach was his fingers.

Your hands fly to the fingers locked behind your neck keeping you mid air as you resorted to a dirty trick: scratching with nails. A low hiss emits as he drops you and loses footing, landing on top of you: groin to ass. The dirty trick leaves him huffing with anger as he suddenly has you in a head lock, your hands batting at him pathetically. You just wanted to tap out, he could tell, but he just needed one thing: to have his way.

His hips roll into your pussy, feigning it as trying to keep you pinned by shifting weight from knee to knee in a side-to-side motion and lurched forward sometimes. The fact you kept bucking your hips to get out of the pin only helped him along; the warmth of your pussy would have been nicer, but next spar. Knowing your competitive nature, you would go along with a naked wrestling competition if it meant coming out on top.

But he’s on top right now, his hot breath fanning your ear as you mewl and bat at the thick forearnms around your neck pinning you. “F-fine…!” you whine out, borderline pornographic in your pleading, “you win!”

His hips roll again, with you still bucking your hips back into him. “Say it again.” He knew your whiny nature, the way when you wanted your way you would do anything: most missions consisted of you pleading and begging to see the sights on other dimensions or stop by food stalls like you were on vacation. He fucking spoiled you but even bratty bitches need discipline.

“You win!”

“Louder!”

“You win, Miguel!”

A hot pant. Fuck, the way you were whining and bucking in this position was getting him close. A few more words and he’d surely cum, wearing the dark sweatpants and a long baggy tee that loomed over where the wet spot would be specifically with this in mind. No powers put you in a disadvantage, the height and mass difference would never let you win. A spar was just a reason to hump you as you stupidly wriggled and cried out. One more sentence, then he’ll cum, cum and stop. The urge will leave and he can go back to being sated and content without distraction; he was too busy to keep entertaining this disgusting fantasy of fucking you every day and night. Just one more sentence to freedom.

A hot puff of air in your ear before a deep raspy voice hisses, “Now tell me I’m big and strong and I’ll let you go.” Your eyes widen as you look in confusion at the mat, his face behind you as you chest was still glued to the mat thanks to his weight.

“T-tell you what?”

“Say ‘you’re too big and strong for me, Miguel.’” A roll of the hips.

“No! I can still win!” you buck back harder, hips shifting hard between his groin and the mat to try and get out. Your nails sink into his forearms but he doesn’t move. You can’t get out until you say it. It’s a shameful dawn of emotion that wounds your pride. But you can get stronger, spar with him more, until you can beat him - powers or no powers.

“Say it and you can go.” The wriggling winds down as time stretches, you finally going limp and panting on the mat with his weight still crushing you.

A gulp.

Softer than a whisper, “You’re so big and strong, Miguel…”

The cum spurts into his briefs, inevitably ruining them and leaving a wet spot in the pants. You’re too tired, limp, to feel his clothed dick twitch against your pussy through the shorts.

You don’t even feel happy when he clumbers off you; in your universe you were a master of the arts and your powers only enhanced this great feat. Yet, you still lost to your boss. You want a rematch.

No.

You need a rematch.

He clumbers away, slow heavy footfalls and low panting breaths as he strides to the exit of the personal training room. Sitting back on your heels still panting but back to him as he walked away you find enough energy to ask: “Same time next week, Miguel?”

You’ll win. You’ll run a million miles, do a thousand crunches, and eat your weight - no, Miguel’s weight in protein and come out victorious next week as you always do. Just because he’s a man it didn’t mean you had no chance: it only meant you had to work harder.

Quiet. He’s panting though, you hear it, but the strain in his voice isn’t just from the spar: “Same time next week.”

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[burntoutwaxwings]

Okay so I was reading Absolute Batman the other day and I just had to know what an Absolute Nightwing would look like in this universe. Here is my draft.

The Flying Grayson's die. The difference is, Bruce isn't around. He never even heard about Dick Grayson. Dick, obviously stricken with grief, finds an outlet a lot of people find as helpful - a martial art. Specifically, Capoeira.

His Mentor (I know nothing of Capoeira, I'm using it because it best represents how I envision Nightwing fights. I'm calling the guy who does the teaching 'Mentor') starts noticing a bad habit within Dick's sparring sessions. He's too aggressive. He goes for incapacitation too quickly and harshly for his fellow students. His Mentor kicks him out of the Dojo (again, bare with me. I know nothing!!!)

The Joker takes notice of this. He sees an orphan, violent and lashing out, and tries to manipulate young Dick. (He's 16 or 17 now. I can't have him be twelve. Not in the Absolute Universe.)

It works. In the short term. Over time though, he starts seeing some odd things. Joker never laughs at jokes. Never smiles. He's cold and calculating, and he never, ever, let's his guard down. Over time, we see Alfred pop up in a few panels. (Starting the third book. I think that's perfect.) Dick immediately takes notice. One night, he confronts Alfred, nearly getting the jump on the old man. Alfred, working with the Batman, doesn't even flinch. This is a common occurrence. Bruce just shows up, out of nowhere, pretty often.

Alfred: Alright Bat. You've had your fun. Let's get some more Intel on my guy.

Dick: Who TF are YOU!??? Why are you stalking me? Who is "Bat"?

Alfred, immediately recognizing this wasn't the Batman, turns around, gun pointed at Dick's center mass.

A: Who are you?? How did you get here??! Tell me why I shouldn't knock off this building right now!!

Alfred had obviously not hesitated to use his non lethal rounds to knock back Dick, and now that he had the kid trapped on a ledge, he figured he was in a good position to get some answers.

Okay that's about the rest of the mockup I can do for this version. Alt version is Dick is the rich one and grew up in a manor near Arkham. Parents never die, yada yada. I think the premise should be relatively the same though. Kid out for revenge, doesn't have Bruce as a mentor, generally a reject, and violent. Goes on a "vengeance spree" in which he is actually being manipulated by Joker, and ends up becoming Nightwing by the end of the 5th book. This series would need some serious Time skips.

[lorata]

Lol is any of the victors flexible? ( Like splits and that stuff) or is that not something they're not good at? Random question

so this is a fun question because it's a thing that is trained into the kids young (not like ...... intensely, i feel like that's more a D1 thing, or even D4 which I headcanon as having a capoeira kind of fight style) but it's still important, they have to have a lot of dynamic range for the stuff they do

claudius isn't the only one who uses gymnastics as part of his holistic workout routine, he's just the most famous for it because it came up during his games. callista probably is, hm, infamously flexible i would say, for similar reasons, but all of them are pretty decent, even the big boys where you start getting a tradeoff due to bulk

HOWEVER

a lot of them have some really nasty games injuries in key areas (shoulder, knee, hip) and that winds up messing with that post-arena. so what you wind up with is a village full of really flexible teens who blow out something critical at 18/19, retire from the "sport" (aka murder games) and then spend a lot of time in physical therapy

claudius gets a sword slice to the shoulder which really messes with that arm, but he gets reconstructive surgery and is a good boy who takes his physio seriously. so he eventually gets his strength/mobility back and just has to deal with occasional flare-ups

brutus actually tore his rotator pre-arena but pushed through it because he didn't want to drop out. he went in with steroid injections which got him through the games but wrecked his shoulder for a long time after. and as we might imagine mr. do as i say not as i do is not actually that great at doing his reminder-of-fragile-mortality exercises so he has permanent loss of upper mobility in that arm

lyme wrecked her knee (i actually can't remember if she took a hit or if she wrenched it and popped her acl ala injured creed) and that one follows her around, it's mostly fine but occasionally will ache and she tends to favour it unconsciously during fights.

petra obviously had the most obvious change because she was incredibly flexible before but her biggest focus at first was strength, flexibility comes later. but she gets there! strength and stability first, then increased range. once she can climb that helps a lot.

there are definitely others with similar issues as well but those are the ones i know off the top of my head. i don't write as much about the chronic pain / physical recovery aspect compared to the feelings stuff, mostly because i'm in pain all the time irl and don't want to (lol).

[charliedawn]

Okay Charlie what me out, how would the slashers react to the nurse doing tricking moves as self defense, Tricking is a training discipline that combines kicks with flips and twists from martial arts and gymnastics as well as many dance moves and styles from breakdancing. It is a martial art that borrows techniques from taekwondo, wushu, capoeira, and more

Here’s a few examples

Take your time with this request, but if you don’t want to do it feel free to delete it

"…Is that some kind of dance ?"

Freddy—as clueless and jerky as ever—would just laugh his ass off while watching you tricking. He would just watch you and smirk while eating popcorn.

"Interesting. Tricking—is it ?"

Norman would take an interest and read about it before watching you and trying it out on his own. He would also give you self-defense advice and you would share your thoughts and experiences.

"…Whatya doin’, darls ? Kickin’ the air ? What did the air ever do to ya ?" *laughs*

He would laugh and watch you with a big grin on his face. He wouldn’t necessarily try. But, he’d be supportive. He would whistle at some good kick or a particularly impressive performance.

Barry: "…Could I join ?"

Barry would be interested in trying it out and would join your lessons or train with you. Barry does yoga and likes to keep his body fit. Plus, the horde would be happy to learn more about self-defence, as they used to be defenceless…

Penny: "…FUN !"

He would take it as a game and replicate your movements or in a very exaggerated way. He would extend his limbs and laugh as you would both start doing tricking moves together.

[fillingthescrapbook]

Let's Talk About: Fantasy High Junior Year and Mall Madness

I am at a loss of words. Like, I am still processing what happened in this episode and I do not think I will ever stop processing the things that happened… So we'll just stick with the bits that stuck to me this episode:

Even though Ally is playing up Kristen's unreliability, they still shine through in moments that count--like when Siobhan asked if they wanted Adaine to hit Cassandra and Ally immediately went "No!"

Zac's southern roots really came though with an "ooh that's dangerous" when Lou had Fabian capoeira his way under a 'roided up centaur.

And then A BACKFLIP TO A TABLE?! LOU?!

Siobhan, Zac, and Murph immediately knowing how Kalina is feeling via Brenna's description of how her tail twitches--and how she starts moving her shoulder almost imperceptibly is very cat people of them. Ally's "does she need scratchies" though? They clearly do not have a cat.

Riz flossing looks like Kugrash doing the hairy baby dance.

This exchange: "He's just made five attacks." "Is that allowed?"

Nonna Crits is the new villain for me. She really made sure the important dice rolls fail. No matter how many chances Brennan gave the players to succeed.

Gorgug putting together Lydia Barkrock's chest crystal with what's going on with Cassandra at the mall is very smart…emotionally. Which is the kind of smart that Gorgug is. He has high emotional intelligence.

"This is some Gilear shit." They finally get it!

Gorgug got a 21 Arcana. Sure, it was overshadowed by Siobhan's 24, but a 21!

Bardic Shrimpspiration!

And then everything else happens. And… not gonna lie, I'm where Kristen is at when the Bad Kids had to go through the party. Just staring a thousand mile stare.

What in the name of a-razed-Sylvaire-because-of-a-vengeful-elven-oracle is going to happen next?

[golmorehotgirl]

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You can also find me on bsky under the same username where I tend to post more casual stream of thoughts, gpose outtakes, a lot about my ship and way more NSFW stuff lmao

And now for a little info on Tavi!

Tavi is a Rava Viera from Golmore who left her home to help fight back against Garlean imperialism after receiving her first echo vision, a vision of the invasion and creation of Valnain. Originally born with a hair color best described as a mix between salmon and coral, the light corruption she experienced during Shadowbringers left her natural hair pigment and freckles devoid of color (she also lost her ear speckles during this and had vision problems afterwards and those have been healed though she occasionally still has issues.) Post Endwalker she began dying her hair blue, an accident that was meant to be a darker hair color as is traditional for Viera leaving the jungle. The two other physical identifiers not in game would be her cleft chin and scar on her face post Endwalker Zenos fight. Her real name is unknown to all outside her home in Golmore and like most Viera, questions about her life before are forbidden. She is known to on occasion open up and may share an anecdote or two with those she's close to. That said, she is a very warm and friendly person who will always go out of her way to help those in need. Her alignment would be chaotic good as she is not above breaking the law to do what she feels is right. She can also be mischievous and is a lot more complex than she lets on! Her main class is Monk but in Endwalker took up Paladin (which she still uses in Monk) and afterwards started infusing the Dancer trade into her Monk job. Her fighting style is heavily inspired by Kalaripayattu, her Monk style would be a mix of that and Capoeira and her Paladin style mixes that in with Chinese Sword Dancing. A good visualizer of what her sword fighting style would look like is Xiangshua from Soul Caliber!

Most importantly Tavi is my googoo gaga and I love her so so very much!!!

Have A Great Day!

[ewicomkicks2point0]

Random ds2001 things I like

No Cusu-Cusu stuff because that’ll be its own post

The announcer voice line : “Girls, guys and everyone else, let’s dance it up in this strange, strange place!” This whole series is so queer and I cannot believe that a lot of idiot-I mean people, don’t understand that.

The capoeira crowd in the Muscle Stadium. There’s over 100 of them. I’ve counted. Multiple times.

Hamamatsu’s special skill being ‘Sexy beam’. HAMAMATSU IS SEXY !!! I WILL FUCKING PREACH THIS !!!!!!!!

How Disco21 breaks the system of the stages. It doesn’t cut away to any other setting, it just keeps going up into space.

^^Also the lights that aggressively spin around, it’s really fun to watch them go past the screen

The doors opening and closing in the Muscle Stadiums hallways

Planet and Tomoe most likely drink underage: Planet saying: “I don’t driiiiiiinnnnk” and Tomoe “no comment” like,, okayy girlz... What an interesting thing to add

There’s a poster of a Wrestler called Darkness, they look cool and I like them, I’ve drawn them a couple times

The fact that Micro is likely polyamorous. I don’t really care about him but good for him

The bass in 79th Street’s interlude

How introverted Apollo is: how he talks to his cacti to relieve stress rather than talking to his literal wife Miranda.

I really relate to him so it’s nice to see a character who really prefers to be on his own but can still get married and not just be a completely isolated loner.

Also that he collects dolls, because I also collect dolls.. hell yeah

Ducks:“dammit I’m so smart~~”“dammit is so stupid…” I just find it so funny

How the developers definitely told whoever was doing the motion capture for Utan to act like an orangutan and flail their arms around [and legs for that one quartet where he ends up on the floor]

Obviously Dragon and Texas’ handshake, I’ll love it forever

THE STAIRS IN HANAZONO!! I might sound crazy but I LOVE stairs so I always lose my mind at that part where they start dancing on them [I think it’s specifically in the remix ??] and the camera angle and the layout of the characters and just everything ugh [also the stairs in the subway of 79th Street and the implied stairs outside of the Muscle Stadium]

[des-no9]

Des! DES!!! Shaking you most rabidly especially as I just got to see Vanquish on the Githmap! This is a question I've had in mind for a while but didn't want to ask you since I KNOW it can be super hard task to describe and I wasn't sure you had thought about it much : What do you imagine Githyanki dances across history and artistic movements to be like? What limbs do you think they focus on? Is it quick rounds but impressive performance or endurance based? What kind of individual and collective formations would there be? Who dances with who if relevant? What peoples on Earth do you draw inspiration from in your head?

I know I know many questions all at once, apologies, but exploring fictional dances makes me very excited oops.

Omg okay NO I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED this has for some reason been on my mind a lot. It stemmed from thinking about Vanquish asking Voss about githyanki dance culture and asking him to show her some. And Voss being so old, he's known what they've had from the beginning, those lost now, some that only live on in him maybe, and he's learned so many through his lifetime.

Anyway.

Okay. I'll kind of start from the beginning with thoughts in their slavery under the ghaik at maybe the possibility of dance, movement and community there.

Githyanki, and dance

note: this is very long!!!! enjoy x

Githyanki, then

I think a lot about what possibility of their community they could have had, what it could have been during then beneath the ghaik. I like to HC that it was probably quite different depending on what colony you were in, what purpose you served, how big it was etc. A larger colony probably had a little more freedom in 'community'. A smaller community is much easier to govern stricter from above. Tighter leashes.

But still, colonies where the githyanki (I'll use that term for them even if they weren't that during that period) were used for bodyguards and bred to fight, yes the ghaik would command them to do as such, but training them to understand fighting separate from commands, to stop bodies atrophying and for their bodies to understand the movements for innate reactions, the githyanki would have trained together.

Potentially from this in any down time they had, or even during their training, they could have developed some sort of dance from their fighting techniques. A way for them to detach from what they know they have to do, to something more pleasurable. For them, and them alone.

Now I'm just speculating at the amount of control the ghaik had over them in their slavery and thralldom. I'm sure there were many varying degrees of control in many situations. Many a small constant to know you are leashed. And then full control for shorter periods when necessary.

And I know there are people that understand when under abuse or slavery after so long, and being giving freedoms, sometimes you cannot, or won't leave.

Anyway, from this period what I'm trying to visualise is that maybe they constructred dance, a dance, various dances, from their training during fighting.

Something that could be easily hidden. Something that was only theirs. Something that could be practiced on 'downtime' and easily covered up as sparring, but when alone and the wrong eyes looked away, the right eyes looking on, it was art and beauty and love and laughter.

With dances like this, I think a lot clearly about the motions and movement of capoeira.

Githyanki, free

Looking at the other side, the other colonies that maybe unlike the martial ones, or the larger ones (I HC Voss was from a martial one, but a smaller, strict, and quite horrific one. #1 blorbo must suffer) and I think sometimes about the fact that maybe a lot of newly annointed githyanki weren't used to touch.

Touch in a gentle way, affectionate way. A mutual way. A wanted way. Maybe many had never touched another body other than their own, or an enemies. Maybe they'd never seen their reflection but in the mud stained blood stained puddle they'd been ordered in their head to run over can't stop can't stop-

I like thinking a lot about in the early days of githyanki for maybe a large section of them was discovering their own bodies. The bodies of their kin. What it really felt like to touch someone and laugh and feel something other than rage and fear and pain. Joy and life and love.

Those from the larger martial colonies who had dance, maybe started to offer a way to help them explore this through their dance. And so from this, new githyanki dance(s) evolved.

Exploration. Intimacy. Curiosity. Joy. Intensity.

I see a lot of these dances maybe initially being led by the more knowledgable partner. Letting the more inexperienced and curious one feel the other's body through the moves of dance. Slow, often. Lots of continual body contact. Barely any clothing. Lots of movement of limbs to understand their movement in dance and outside of 'normal' functions. See what your body can do! Let me show you! I visualise a lot of the movements and motion here with ballet. Especially modern ballet. Ballet dancing movement for githyanki just fits for me.

I think there would be so much reconnection for the githyanki at this period of time with their bodies. I have HCs that there could/would be some physicaly variation in the githyanki at this period too, depending on which colony they came from. So dances like these would be wonderful for different looking githyanki physically to explore one another's bodies and differences and connect, that even if we look different, you bled to kill, I to breed, we are kin.

Those who would be githzerai

Another area I was thinking about in regard to this was those who started to fall in with Zerthimon. Those who followed his teachings, and eventually became the githzerai. I even think here about Orpheus and his honour guard because in essence they fight as monks. (and then I HC Orpheus as Zerth and Gith's son and a whole thing anyway lmao).

Originally, those in the martial colonies I think would have really loved the capoeira style of dance and developed that even further within their fighting and dancing style. Some may say when watching a graceful monk fight it is between dance and violence. When watching some of the more power punch heavy ones fight though, that's pure strength that you can feel rattle your teeth.

I don't think as much about githzerai as I do githyanki (a failing on my part I know lmao) but I think maybe one of their styles of dance is quite similar to the Indian classical dance of Kathak. I just like thinking about it a lot as a form of storytelling and maybe this is a way the githzerai enjoy telling stories in a place where there is more of a family presence and also the passage of time, unlike the Astral Sea. Also there is a lot of upper body and arm movement in Kathak and monks and githzerai = punchy lads.

I also think a lot about githzerai having a lot dances that you can do solo, in contrast to the githyanki who have a lot more dances you do with someone, or even more than one person. That physical connection with someone else feels to me like a source of such integral just, being for githyanki. Whereas githzerai maybe it's a little more different.

Githyanki, now

I think the initial dance of exploration of body has survived in the githyanki to now, in that it has evolved in different ways throughout the years. This intense intimacy of a cotninual body contact dance. Not once letting go of each other as we dance together. Our bodies as one, experience teaching inexperience. Let me bleed into you and give you what I know.

Maybe as the githyanki grew more detached from community, family, love - as Vlaakith I took power and the further Vlaakiths cemented their power and ideologies to now as we see the githyanki of today, the dances changed. Grew rougher. Maybe with more violence.

I think maybe even some took something sacred like this and took it into their raiding culture and turned it brutal.

For example, capturing an istik you are unfamiliar with, and exploring their new body without consent with this dance in-front of all your githyanki friends at the raid. What is the istik going to do? But it feels very raiding culture githyanki thing to do. Especially if you do not know or understand the origins of the dance in a way that someone like Voss would understand it. Maybe the origins of it is lost, hidden, forbidden, warped. For something like that is SO long in terms of history. Far over a thousand years. Just think about something over a thousand years in our history. Accuracy? Forget it.

Other types of dances for githyanki that exist now I think would be: For solo, I think they'd do something like fancy sword dancing? I remember seeing a video of a guy doing this insanely beautiful sensual dance with his sword and I thought.......githyanki lol. Like the githyanki fighters treat their silver swords like an extension of their own bodies. I really think they'd have a dance that would show that. All grace and fluidity and lots of skin showing for the danger.

Also if they're a gish maybe they would fire dance, or use magic in some way. I just think githyanki love to show off lol. And skirt with danger a lot. Also fire is associated a lot with their dragons. They're comfortable with it.

Foreplay. Now, I think a lot about githyanki sex (clearly from 2 secs on my blog). And a lot of the young, wild raiders are in and out (lmao) or rough and wild and don't give a fuck. Trophy istiks. Take and you're mine. Blood and fuck. Maybe some older ones too. Especially with modern githyanki with the way they have all been twisted and turned into a cultish society by Vlaakith(s) and their creche system and the void of family and nurturing community and the inability to spell love.

But, the githyanki aren't a monolith. They are spread wide and far and pockets of creches in different planes and some grow at different paces and anomolies in ages (Voss lol) and different hearts and heads and then Orpheus is back and a rebellion has been slow brewing as long as Orpheus has been in chains and and--

what I'm trying to say is that there are probably so many different styles and dances that vary by creche and region and even Tu'narath style for X dance compared to Githmir style or Creche T'lak style and I could go on.

And then there are githyanki that love foreplay. That agonising, but beautiful build up to when there is nothing in these planes but my skin your skin the taste of your blood and mine.

Dance is foreplay.

I thnk a variation of the 'explore and understand your body' has DEFINITELY survived and turned into this. And maybe the leader/more dominant urges their partner to dance and touch and move where on their body they like to be touched, want to be touched, never breaking contact, but not touching their partner with hands until sex. Just body to body, hands free. Maybe brushing together as they move. But no hands to body. Just body, to body. Show me how you move. Let your body move in ways you didn't know. See corners of mine you didn't.

The above is what I was thinking about a lot with Voss and Vanquish and what Voss teaches her. This and the original dance he learned as a newly annointed githyanki. Voss was one of the ones who needed to learn his, and others bodies, and this dance means a lot to him, and he's kept the original close and deep in his heart and sharing the original with Vanquish is a Real Moment for him. Exposing and probably another way to say "I'm letting you in, istik no more".

Side note, githyanki with partners who aren't githyanki I think also like using the body exploring dance a lot as a bonding experience. But I HC githyanki just innately have much less hangups about their bodies than istik do, so it might take a little bit of build up or stepping stones to get the full githyanki dance experience. But when they do.... :3

Okay I think I have rambled A LOT about githyanki dancing and I think that covers some of the ideas I had LOL. I hoped you and anyone else who read this enjoyed. It was an absolute delight to write. As it always is to write any githyanki HC and worldbuilding.

-Des x

[sahsalart]

Designed my Resident Evil OC for Death Island, bought it the second it came out and I haven’t stopped watching it since. Meet my baby girl, Eunjoo Chandoo-Arnáz. Agent of the DOS (and wifey of Mr. Kennedy), She is very much so Mommy. I just had to draw my gorgeous girl for the movie. She is a native of Haiti, born to a South Korean mother and a half-Haitian/half-Puerto Rican father. In the drawing and during the events of Death Island, she is 32 — making her the youngest of the group. But, she also is the only mother out of the group! She has fraternal twins with — the cherry of it all — Leon S. Kennedy himself. Yes, they are a couple cuz Leon is just so <333

I mean look at her and then look at Leon, they are just tooooooo good to not be the ultimate baddddie couple. She is meowmy <3 and great news for baby boy Leon, she actually cares about him and tries not to get him killed or betray him!!!!!!!!

Some fun facts about Eunjoo:

- She is highly trained in several forms of martial arts, but her main art forms of combat are Heihuquan, Capoeira, and Hapkido. Her fighting style is very aggressive with powerful, tiger-like strikes yet is balanced by eloquent, graceful leg movements. Her father was a martial artist that has competed in several competition throughout the Caribbean and South America, he has won several national championships and titles.

- Going in hand her martial arts background, she is extremely flexible and acrobatic. In her youth, she was a renowned local gymnast in her hometown.

- Eunjoo stands only at 5 feet and 3 inches, same height as Rebecca Chambers.

- Her signature combat gloves not only serve for great gripping, but have long, indestructible claws that can be used to slice and sever through anything. The claws itself are made with Tungsten metal reinforced with carbon fiber materials and are retractable.

- Her native language is Haitian Creole but she can speak/read/write in a multitude of languages including, Korean (her second language), Spanish, English, French, Italian, Portuguese, and German.

-Eunjoo was originally a Haitian-police recruit that came into contact with a strain of the G-Virus after a small group of ex-Umbrella Scientists, who sought refuge in Haiti, unleashed the virus on a remote base she was stationed at. There, she was forced to kill several of her friends and allies as she fought to survive the night. The US Military, who had been secretly tracking the scientists intervened but were too late to stop the devastation. Eunjoo had managed solely to find the scientists along with their lab that was located underneath the base, killing the scientists (now mutated after injecting themselves with the G-Virus) and destroying the virus. The US Military later coerced Eunjoo into joining them under the guides of being able to protect her family from future biohazard outbreaks.

- At age 18, she started training under the USA’s military.

- At age 19, she met Leon. Their meeting was one that happened accidentally, however they both knew of each other’s history with the G-virus.

- At age 21, just days after her birthday, she accompanied Leon on his operation to Spain to rescue Ashley.

- Her date of birth is 8/13/1983.

Enjoy!

[deadheaddaisy]

Dealer's choice!

Cute/funny - "Do you know that your eyes actually have three different colours?" "You're very close."

Sweet/romantic - because physical touch is the other's love language and they deserve all the love

Go as the muse moves you! 🥰

Since you answered my ask so swiftly, and I managed to get this one out in an hour - a possible record for me! - here goes!

Hoshi leaned back and avoided the foot that was heading for her face, missing it by millimetres. “Too slow,” she teased, whirling in a standing cartwheel to swing her own foot at Malcolm as they let the capoeira direct their limbs in a freestyle series of kicks and punches. 

“I wouldn’t like to make contact with your face anyway,” was his rejoinder, “bare-foot or not. It’d hurt, and we don’t want that.”

“Yep, and smelly feet aren’t my thing,” she riposted, a sly smile on her face as she turned and jumped, kicking out from a standing position.

“Smelly feet?” Malcolm stopped for a moment, outraged - long enough for her to hook a foot around his ankle and pull, sending him tumbling to the mat. 

Even as he went down, she was moving, pushing her shoulder against his leg, bringing it up while she threw her weight laterally across his torso and lifted, pinning his shoulders in a cradle move. Although he tried to kick out, she managed to hold him down for three seconds before releasing him, turning swiftly to lay her entire body the length of his and grab his wrists, pinning them beside his head. 

“Got you down fair and square that time!” she panted, her grin of victory blazing bright. 

Malcolm grinned back up at her. “Square, yes. Fair?” he winked, managing to raise a sceptical eyebrow at the same time. 

“Hey, not my fault if you were distracted by me insulting your feet!”

He laughed. “I’m not sure another opponent would take you seriously if you said their feet smelled,” he teased, content to let her pin him for the moment. 

Laughing in return, she lowered her head and bumped his nose with hers. “I’ll be sneakier against other opponents,” she chuckled. “Besides, I haven’t gone up against anyone else I want to get down to the mat and hold there.”

“Is that so, Ensign Sato?”

“It is indeed, Lieutenant Reed. And as I recall, you promised to let me kick your - ‘arse’, was it? - at least once a session. So I’m taking advantage of that.” Hoshi winked, satisfaction in her gaze. 

He smiled and tugged gently at his wrists, with no real intention of getting free. It was fun when Hoshi insisted on pinning him so she could feel in control despite his superior strength. He’d never let anyone else use this hold on him.

Then she focused on his eyes, leaning over his and moving her legs to straddle him so she could get closer. “Did you know,” she said conversationally, staring at his irises from millimetres away, “that your eyes actually have three colours? A greenish-grey, some pale gold, and a little amber around the pupil. Oh, and a tiny speck of - hmm, maybe blue? - in your left eye.” 

Malcolm chuckled. “I did know,” he told her. “But you have to be very close to see it. Otherwise they just look grey. Or sometimes green, depending on the light.”

“Well then,” she smirked, “It’ll be our little secret. Unless Phlox gets up close and personal with your eyes, I guess.” Her eyes twinkled at him, and suddenly he twisted his wrists out of her grasp, surged upward and rolled so she was the one pinned. 

“Hmm, let’s see,” he murmured, straddling her and getting up close to her eyes in turn. “Shades of brown, ranging from dark chocolate to black coffee and a bit of amber. Nice.” He booped her nose gently with his own. “Also some shades of irritation, I see,” he teased. “Can’t help it if I want to be on top, Ensign. It’s a command imperative.”

“God, stop it, you’re so full of nonsense!” she exclaimed, trying to buck him off, but failing. Trying to look annoyed, she started giggling as he booped her nose again, then released her and rolled off, jumping to his feet and holding out a hand to help her up. 

“Let’s take this nonsense back to my quarters, then, shall we? I think the time is ripe for some massages and extra cuddles, minx.”

Taking his hand, she jumped to her feet in turn, and bumped his hip with hers. “You’ve got it, hero. Let’s go.”

[milkywaystake]

Knb Alex hcs

She was a guard-forwarded

I like to think she was 6’1

In high school she played soccer,volleyball and basketball but ultimately chose basketball over the others

Afro Brazilian-American

Speaks English, Portuguese, Japanese, and Spanish

Loves cooking and tries to teach any of her students how to cook

Practices Capoeira

 saw a little bit of herself in Nash and kind of blames herself for the path that he ended up going down

She was ultimately one of the top picks in her draft class

She was the hot topic and constantly talked about until the got sick even when she got better the noise wasn’t as loud

Played for team USA until she retired

A huge sneaker head

She has a really bad habit of saying whatever comes to her mind something kagami inherited 😭

Played international ball for a bit after she left the wnba

Nash ends up contacting her after last/extra game

She has an older brother

None of that weird kissing shit or like Fan service she has I think she’s still a very affectionate person and she conveys  that through touch so she just likes hugging people, but she will respect boundaries

She’s bi

Doesn’t know if she even wants a relationship at all or if she’s just afraid of commitment or being tied down

she’s not a big fan of the current coaching style in America

After she started to recover from her illness, she found that her shot accuracy had gone down, but after a while and a lot of work, she ended up discovering that her accuracy is a lot better than it once was

Doesn’t want what happened to her to happen to her students

Sees the real value in fundamentals and team work and will make even the best of her students practice it constantly

Constantly active if she’s not doing one thing she’s doing another

Will find if there’s a basketball court in the area wherever she is and just try to go play

[ursa9909]

Sammy Knows prt3

Mateo picks her up and Brooklynn gives then burners to communicate with her. Her friend also gives her a small box of muscle relaxants in case of emergency if Sammy starts to stroke out if she's being hunted, by dino or man.

Brooklynn gives her a hug, their weeks together passing in the blink of an eye. At least she was able to put some weight back on Brooklynn, though if she has to make another pie within the year she will end up killing someone.

Still Sammy enjoyed her time mostly, it was almost like they were back at the farm, before the allosaurus, before the DPW corruption was confirmed.

How Sammy missed those times.

"Wow" a voice said, startling Sammy, her foot comming out and digging into soft underbelly.

"Oof!" Mateo curled over dry heaving.

Sammy shook herself and helped the man up.

"Sorry, you startled me" and he did. The man may be older than her but he had a way of just dissapearing, no wonder Ronnie recruited him.

"All--good" the man croaked out, "my daughter loves karate"

"It's capoeira" Sammy mutters under her breath and helps the man to the drivers side, she didn't want to chance an episode while driving if she could help it. Though it didn't help that the tips of her fingers were going numb on and off.

It was night when they arrived back to her farm. She had to take care of some things. Setting Mateo up at her place so he could hide away and take care of Bessy and the rest of her critters, burying Carl and informing his family. Or the estranged siblings he still had living.

When all is said and done she leaves for her mission. Sammy doesn't know when or if she'll regroup with the others, but still she hopes that they're all well. That the dinosaurs haven't hurt them beyond a bad scare and that they don't meet any humans, any of the Broker's people especially.

She bites her lip thinking about Yas, knows now that she's doing better but the urge to go out and find her has had her up and pacing more than once at a rest stop.

Sammy has to push a head, has to keep moving or else she'll stay to worried about Yas, about her friends, and about their future; so she starts taking down the targets Brooklynn and Ronnie are sending her. She hasn't directly put a bullet into someone's head yet, but one through the leg is just as effective when there's a loose dino after you. Maybe it would be kinder if she just started doing that instead. It would at least make it so she doesn't have so many screams stuck in her head.

Every once in awhile she meets with Ronnie when the woman is out shopping for groceries and Sammy herself is back on home turf, because who wouldn't converse with a fellow acquittance at a store.

She was heading along the coast, helping to acquire some sea vessels worthy of getting Brooklynn and Ronnie's teams to the last location of the Broker without the DPW noticing; when there was a close call with the raptor lady again, but at least Sammy didn't miss when she went for the woman's thigh.

For all she knew she saved not just herself but the others too, though it had to be wishful thinking given the fact that a good portion of her side now sported a butchered sowing job...hopefully they'll scar over soon.

Sammy thought things were going not to bad given the current predicament.

Speaking of thinking she wasn't liking any of it, she spiraled once or twice as she was overcome with emotions and memories of her time on a long ago past and the islands that refuse to sink away from said memories...it was enough that she decided using a tranq would help.

Sadly it didn't.

Nor did the muscle relaxers. Sammy counted her supplies, she was being shipped off again; this time to the island the rest of the camp fam were on. And from what Brooklynn has said it seem like they've had their fair share of run in with the Broker's goons.

She still wasn't sure if making contact would be good or even if Brooklynn would want it given how bad Sammy could keep a secret.

She groaned and dry swallowed three aspirins. The headaches weren't as common anymore but somehow she could imagine that the sensation was what people with strokes feel if they could process the bloody clots in their brains.

"Good luck" Mateo said. Holding out a hand. At least Sammy didn't kick him when he scared her again, damn that man really needed a bell.

"And to you as well"

A small cry was all she heard before she was on the ground, a louder and deeper call coming soon after.

"Easy girls" she says standing and dusting herself off. "You two behave while I'm gone"

The baby ankylosaurus screeched again before running in circles. Sammy laughed, did so even louder when Mateo jumped back in fright. The egg had hatched thankfully, and well while Sammy had some names to supply that would be Ben's choice ultimately.

"Especially you" Sammy said, patting Bumpy's head. Her giant friend huffed at her but still nuzzled in.

"I'm gonna miss you girl, stay safe"

Bumpy let out a low groan agian before heading to fallow her little copy.

It's another week full of dusty roads and raging seas till she finds and tracks a set of small feet, runners feet, through the mud. A familiar group of screaming filling the air is all it takes before she's running again.

At least her side has healed.

It also looks like contact with the rest of the camp fam will come a lot sooner than she thought it be, Sammy rolls at the last second so a giant foot doesn't crush her. She doesn't see the confused and startled looks directed at her as she vaults over giant tree roots and boulders.

Instead she focused, has a flare out of her pocket in record time, and fires into the mouth of a Tarbosaurus. She downs all the shots at the creature and switches to one of the dart pistols on her hip but thankfully the flares were enough to make the large dino run off, and hopefully the few darts that do hit make it take a nice nap.

Sammy gasps as she catches her breath, the fear slowly leaving her veins with the adrenaline; she turns around looking for anymore dinos and when she doesn't see any more, closes her eyes and focuses on her breathing. And on the spinning in her vision. Great.

"Thanks man" she turns to see Darius helping Ben up. "Things were getting harry" despite the friendliness in his voice, Sammy could see how tense his shoulders were set and they had nothing to do with the dinosaurs. She takes a good look at him and wonders if it was the Broker's agents or the land eating away at his figure more.

"That was so cool" Kenji said, accusation simmering low, kicking at the flares' discarded casings. "Wish we had some gear like that...the best money could buy"

"Kenji" Darius hissed under his breath. Sammy ignored the two as she focused on the lone woman putting pressure on her blood soaked arm sleave.

Sammy's hands immediatly reach out but stop when Yas pulls away, mistrust in her eyes.

"I have a first aid kit, in my vehicle..."Sammy says, it's only then does she realize her voice is modified by her helmet. A perk from her one armed friend.

"Score!" Kenji says, the other boys wooping at the reinvigorated hope.

"Thanks. You have no idea what is going on here" Ben said, taking a step to put himself between her and Yas, as friendly as always but making sure that she wasn't a threat to her girl and Sammy just wanted to pull him into a hug right then and there.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that" Sammy mutters, but turns forcing herself not to look back as she leads the others to her ride.

There's a low whistle, as she pulls out the aid kit opening it and stepping away so Yas could have the space she needed.

"Reminds me of my ride" Ben says, patting the side of her vehicle, "just like her"

"Uh, Ben, maybe you hit your head because your car was older than actual dinosours and held together by ductape and hot glue"

"Don't be mean Yas" Ben pouts.

Kenji pats him on the back and appraises her vehicle before turning to her.

"You have a lot of nice gear, who do you work for? Because there are some nasty people here and well, you're one of the few with an actual armored car"

Sammy leans against the side, the dark metal already warming her through her clothes. She crosses her arms and shrugs, "I'm making good on my word, a friend needed help and well, I'm a sucker for them"

"That doesn't answer my question. Who are you and who do you work for?"

"Kenji" Ben said lowly, a small strained smile on his face, "don't piss off the person who chased off the dino biting at our butts"

"Looks like you're adding more questions" Sammy chuckles, her eyes slide through the tinted visor at the thankfully not badly cut up arm of Yas.

"And you're evading them" Yas says dryly, still focused on her arm. Sammy could see how tense she is, like a bowstring, or bomb more like, ready to go off.

"Yas" Darius said softly, but the woman shakes off the hand that went to her shoulder.

"Kenji's right, it wouldn't be the first time we've been double crossed and duped"

Sammy purses her lips and is glad her visor can't show them her face.

"Even if it's for good reasons" and there were so many reason as to why she hopped there could be foregiveness at the end of this all.

Yas sighs out through her nose heavily, "I don't know what reality you're living in, but it isn't this one"

Well. Shit. Ain't that the truth now, huh.

"I don't know, my brain is a bit scrambled" technically not a lie, it would be a lot better if she doesn't' do that to much anymore for her sake, "so can't say you're wrong; but hey you got some crazy friends who think they can survive an island with dinos and the Broker, so who's really looking at reality...that said y'all look pretty fine"

It was truly amazing just how unhurt they were given how long they've been out here. Yes, they've had more experience than most, but they weren't just dealing with random dinos anymore. No they were dealing with far worse, put the brains and malice of humans with the weaponry and instincts of dinosaurs and you have a combination that could topple whole countries.

Yas snarls at her, Ben and Kenji hold her back, "we don't have fun toys like you, but we got our legs and our brains and that's quite frankly it. So do we really look fine? Because if we were fine we'd be in a place where dinos weren't trying to kill us, where other humans wouldn't be trying to kill us; so no, I'd say we aren't fine. If we were fine we'd still have a plan, a way to take down the broker--whoever the hell that is--all their goons, and we'd still have our friends like Sam--" She cuts herself off, head turning away.

There's a long second. "You have no idea" her voice breaks and it makes Sammy's heart do the same thing.

Please don't cry, Sammy thinks, she can't stand to see Yas cry.

No higher power seems to listen because she can see the wetness in the woman's eyes.

Brooklynn was going to kill her, if Yas didn't kill her first, or well if Yas didn't kill Brooklynn first before she could kill her. She sighs inwardly, her head was already starting to feel worse.

There's a poorly covered hiccup of tears and emotions as Yas tries to find her voice.

Fuck trying to stay in character, fuck this and the fallout that will surely happen.

"I have some idea" Sammy says, her helmet and visor revealing her face before Yas could get another word in.

It's quiet again, the arms holding Yas back now holding her up and doing little to keep it that way when the boys look just as shaky.

"Howdy, y'all"

A hand reaches out and cups her cheek.

"S-Sammy?"

She leans into the palm, eyes never going away from Yas's eyes.

"Hey, Yas"

[darkicedragon]

Capoeira class

The class was just drills for the entire hour. 😭 Back and forth across the hall doing a move and then adding to it on the next rotation.

Mostly moves/sequence we've done before so it didn't feel like it was packing too much at once. (For me anyway. We had a couple absolute new people and one who this was her third lesson.)

I was sometimes being behind everyone else because my reach doesn't help me travel as far as they can. 8lll

So sometimes I'd just jog to the end once teacher started talking again, because I'd did the same number of drills, just not in the same amount of space. >.>

Kind of interesting to see what some people weren't as enthusiastic to jump in and start doing. Full on cartwheels I was the first one to step up for, but about half the class have basically been doing them as well?

TRYING TO DO A MIRROR CARTWHEEL WHILE LOOKING AT A PARTNER IS SO MUCH HARDER OH MY GOD.

New move was a chapeu de couro/monkey jump in breaking and that was fun! :D I was also the first person to try that, but probably because I already had some practice with something similar, ahah. Crouch, lean on one hand and then kick out so the momentum carries you some 100° from where you started. :D

And then we joined the advanced class for rodas/plays. 😂

DYING. DYING ALREADY

But!! I'm no longer just doing the compass kick anymore and I'm trying a couple other things. :D Though I'm definitely right leg dominant so I should try a bit more with my left leg.

Didn't try the chapeu de couro in the plays but that absolutely hasn't entered memory/muscle memory yet.

I wanna practice tesoura more because I kept getting confused which leg I was supposed to put where, and I do want to try the escape where you essentially bridge.

Saw teacher playing with someone who I think is coming up for instructor level. Oh my god they were so fucking fast.

SOMEONE WAS PLAYING IN SKINTIGHT JEANS. SIR???

Was so cool tho now that I know the others a bit more so it doesn't feel quite as intimidating playing with them. And it was cool trying different strategies than the straightforward ones.

DIDN'T LEAVE UNTIL 2015. REGULAR BEGINNER CLASS FINISHES 1900. DYING. DYING SO MUCH. MY FEET HAVE BLISTERS,

I did get the smallest size available trousers too though! o3ob For a 9 year old! And they fit! 😂😂😂I'm still going to have to bring up the hem because they still go under my heels and are only high enough when I've pulled them up as far as they can go, which is not where they'll rest, pfft.

After 2 hours to exercise and a walk home, a house that was 22c was not refreshing. 😭