#capa funny

[nekomancee]

★ CAPAS SUGERIDAS VIA ASK/TL

+ eu A-M-E-I! fazer essas sugestões! as duas primeiras são referentes a chainsaw man. o mangá em si me passa muito a vibe de loucura, cores fortes, uma bagunça gigantesca e cores diversas, não necessariamente combinando; eu tentei ao máximo deixar algo nesse tipo e ficou do meu agrado. a terceira capa refere-se a ergo proxy, no qual eu sou apaixonada pela vibe sombria e melancólica que ele passa; foi o que eu também tentei usufruir aqui (fiz até a maquiagenzinha que eu amo) e espero ter dado certo! as últimas três são de músicas que me sugeriram via tml! foi muito legal se aventurar por aí e é isso! estou sempre aceitando sugestões para me motivar!

[nblesbianwerewolf]

Verano

[splynter]

The wedding picture made me think about how Dyode and Emmit got engaged, and while I get the vibes that they probably wouldn't make a big public show of the engagement (although I'd love to hear your thoughts on that 💕), I still can't shake the image of, no matter where they are, as soon as one of them gets down on one knee and proposes, somewhere in the distance you can immediately just hear Capa scream "FINALLY"

YEAH HOLY SHIT my bad for the late response, I had to rotate this for so long (and go utterly nuts over Capa's group)

ANYWAYS lemme go off about the proposal first cuz I'm deranged. First of all I'm the kinda guy who is way more interested in the pining and the dating stage than engagement or wedding stuff. HOWEVER. I had to draw them in wedding suits because of the parallels with Burnadette and Chilliam, yk. Also cuz I need to dress up Dyode constantly.

Obviously everything about them is gonna be showy. Especially if it's Dyode proposing (it likely would be if someone ever pokes his brain) it's gonna be a whole display and dance and everything cuz this man is a DANCER. A CELEBRITY. A SHOWMAN. He's gotta EXPRESS his whole ADORATION for this blue little fuck in the BEST WAY HE CAN.

After that though? Back to the norm, back to the flow of things. They're just engaged now. Unless you're close to Dyode and Emmit or were present for the thing you're prolly not gonna know aside from rumors. Marriage shit is just a small name change for whatever the hell gay shit they were already doing. Like I bet Emmit already moved in after they started dating

THE WEDDING WOULD BE HUGE. BIGGEST FUCKING WILD PARTY THAT CONCORDIA HAS EVER SEEN. THIS IS DYODE AND EMMIT'S HUGE DAY AND YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS IF YOU'RE NOT ATTENDING.

(OC TIME)

And you know who would've heard about the engagement? The staff of Dyode's house. Capa and Gen and Li and Logi and Curre and Forme and all of them. Gen got the feeling that Dyode was gonna pull something, she made sure Capa was FAR AWAY so he couldn't interfere. BUT THE FUCKING MOMENT HE LEARNS HE'S LIKE

IT FINALLY HAPPENED. EVERYTHING HE'S AGONIZED FOR. FINALLY. He has to sit down and lose his mind and have a long drink about it. He's invited to the wedding of course. They all are

[mirensiart]

you’ve heard about linksmeet aus before, but today I bring you a LINKLES MEET AU

✨WELCOME TO THE LINKLE-VERSE✨

basically, an au that asks the question of: what if each Link had a Linkle counterpart? The Linkles don’t necessarily share a spirit, but they do share one thing, aka GETTING LOST! So lost in fact they end up in different eras lmao what’s better than this, just gals being pals trying to find their way back home amiright lmao

it all starts with Fauna (botw/totk!Linkle) following a story about Zelda’s whereabouts for the Lucky Clover Gazette and falling down a suspicious portal accidentally. She ends up in another era and another time, and pairs up with the local Linkle to find a way back home (though jumping through time will absolutely make a great story for the Lucky Clover!) what happens next will (not) surprise you (they get lost again and find themselves in another era, find the local Linkle and…rinse and repeat lmao)

👇 small notes and translation of their names down below 👇

they’re all sapphics cause like, I’m sapphic and I say so lol

the OG Linkle aka the one from hyrule warriors, is nicknamed atenea

fauna has no idea her coworker (botw/totk!link) is THE link everyone is looking for, cause I think it’s funny that he has the Tony Hawk syndrome lmao

hada dies to ganondorf’s forces while protecting oot!zelda in all timelines except the child timeline

brisa hates ww!link’s guts and refers to him as her sworn arch nemesis but it’s all one sided cause ww!link couldn’t care less about her lmao he keeps finding rare treasure and getting his hands on treasure maps, ITS NOT FAIR !

rosa is like brock from pokemon aka her eyes are always closed lmao

ocaso has a bitch resting face but is actually a sweetheart, she feeds the cats in castle town every day

linka is a traveling merchant in hyrule, while rava travels lorule. they both have had encounters with ravio in lorule/hyrule and hate him, they’re competitors lol the hatred is mutual though ravio hates them too since they keep stealing Mr Hero’s patronage from him lol

I like to imagine peregrina has stumbled upon loz/al!link a couple of times but has no idea who he is, like just a weird traveling kid lmao

alma likes trains and aspires to be a royal engineer like st!link but she also dreams of eventually being the captain of a steamboat lol

ever since she split, colores talks in plural sometimes

capa is mc!link’s cousin aka they both have the same grandpa :)

the translations of their names are:

Cielo = sky

Capa = cape

Hada = fairy

Rosa = rose or pink

Brisa = breeze

Ocaso = twilight

Linka is just Linka lol same with Rava

Colores = colors

Alma = spirit or soul

Fauna = same in English

Peregrina = pilgrim

[mysaintkitten]

idek what to title this, i’ve been procrastinating and i’ve been thinking about capa so now we’re here.

prompt: needy reader and needy capa get it on (18+, MINORS DNI !!)

WARNINGS: kind of subby!capa ?? (he’s just so horny), oral (f receiving), veryyyyy temporary mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (p in v)

*not proofread*

it had been months, no, years, since you’d been intimate with anyone. prior to joining icarus II, you weren’t exactly getting too much action. but now that you’re out in space with limited people and a very stressful job at hand? you had essentially become celibate, whether you liked it or not.

it was easy to manage at first. no one on board really peaked your interest— besides capa. he’s handsome, smart, funny if he’s in the right mood, overall not too shabby. and since you had very few others to gawk at, it made capa stand out a lot more.

the harder you started to crush on capa, the more difficult things became. not only could you not have sex, you could barely get off. the only true privacy you get is in the shower and even then you can only be in there for a limited time, so there’s no point in wasting water.

then when you were assigned to work with capa full time, you reached your tipping point. you’d spend hours alone with him, working, sometimes talking, but working for the most part.

but, during an unusually slow and boring day, you and him talked for what felt like hours. you even got comfortable enough to open up about your desire for intimacy, although you hoped that it wouldn’t come off as to desperate or “slutty” (as if being a slut really matters at this point in time).

capa opened up too, he wasn’t as open as you were willing to be, but he was vulnerable enough. he’d been struggling too. really, everyone was probably struggling in that sense, but it felt nice to be validated by capa in a way.

things started to get a bit ‘playful’ between you and capa, you kept it hidden as best you could, but when you were alone together you were sweet and a bit affectionate. of course, nothing wild, but little things like playing footsie, hand holding, even hugs. that’s all you allowed yourself to indulge in for the first little while.

but one night, when everyone was asleep, you and capa snuck into a vacant observation room. initially, you had intentions of only talking, but that was shut down almost immediately.

you and capa giggled like children as you locked the door behind you, feeling a rush of adrenaline despite not doing anything explicitly wrong. as you place your back against the wall while smiling kindly at capa, you notice his demeanour has changed. he isn’t giggling, and he’s still smiling, but for a different reason.

“you know, i’ve been thinking ..” capa murmurs as he slinks his body closer, leaning on his shoulder directly beside you. “if we’re smart about this, i think we can both get something that we want. and no one would have to know.”

“what do you mean?” you question with a confused face, although you already have an inkling as to what he’s hinting at.

capa smirks and caresses your palm with the pads of his fingers “you know ..”

your eyes go wide at his confirmation. you want to feel him so badly, but it’s too risky. a moment of pleasure doesn’t outweigh a lifetime of regret.

“capa, i don’t know if we should ..” you whisper, fighting your urge to push him down and fuck him right then and there.

“we can be good about this!” he pleads, inching himself closer and turning his body to where his chest is nearly touching yours. “we’ll be fine, you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?”

you feel yourself becoming flustered, you struggle to look capa in the eyes. they’ve become darker, slowly but surely filling with lust.

“i am.” you reply with a swallow,

“yes, you are.” he agrees, brushing stray hairs from out of your face. “so come on. and we’ll probably work better without all this pent up energy, huh?”

your heart starts to race and a heat between your legs begins to form, “yeah .. that makes sense ..”

“mhm.” he purrs, his body now flush against yours, you can feel his bulge straining through the fabric. “can i kiss you?”

you nod, lips slightly agape. he brings his lips to yours, moaning quietly at the sensation of your soft lips against his. the kiss quickly becomes heated with capa trailing his hands down your body. his touches are sexual, but they have a hint of curiosity to them. it’s been so long since he’s been this close to a woman.

how they feel, how they taste, how they smell, he’d almost started to forget it. but with you here, it’s all flooding back to him now, and he can tell his body is slipping into a primal-like overdrive. he feels your pheromones are nearly intoxicating to him.

“feel like a teenager again ..” capa giggles breathlessly between kisses. you decide to get handsy as well and place your hands on his back, feeling up his shoulder blades and spine.

“fuck ..” he mewls, “need more ..”

he dropped to his knees and began to pull your shorts and underwear down, promptly revealing yourself to him. you hadn’t been anticipating any sort of sexual contact, so you weren’t exactly groomed to your liking. if you had known this was going to happen you would’ve shaved for him, but alas.

“i’m sorry i’m not exactly .. bald ..” your voice trails off as you blush, dancing around what you actually wanted to say. you were afraid the faint hair may put him off, but it didn’t, not in the slightest.

“i don’t care .. fuck, i don’t care ..” he groaned, nearly whining at the simple sight of you being bare right in front of his eyes. he runs his dry hands up your thighs, gripping the soft skin gently. while panting from pure arousal, he begins to kiss your thighs, occasionally looking up at you with an infatuated glare in his eye. like you were some sort of god to him at that moment.

“you’re a woman.” he breathed, it rolled off his tongue like a praise. he continued to kiss along your thighs, inching closer and closer to your aching core. it had been so long since you’d been touched, let alone ate out. your knees nearly gave out from anticipation.

you card your fingers through his hair as you watch him, his breath getting heavier and heavier with each passing moment. while making eye contact with you, he begins to kiss your needy cunt. slowly switching from wet pecks to desperate licks. he moaned at your taste, gripping your ass as he pushed your hips against his face harder.

“c-capa-“ you whimper at his eagerness and the sudden wave of pleasure. with a hum, he brought his tongue to your hole to lap up any and all of your spilling arousal, using his nose to stimulate your clit.

“tastes fuckin’ incredible ..” he admitted, quickly resuming his licks and sucks. what he lacked in skill he made up for in passion and eagerness, he wanted to make you feel so good, and it was clear by the way he whined and huffed against you.

“i missed having good pussy on my tongue.” he chuckled, smacking your ass playfully. you yelp at the slight sting, but it quickly shifts into a moan as he nips at your sensitive inner thighs. “i could eat you all goddamn night, but i need a little relief of my own, baby.”

you feel yourself becoming slicker as capa begins to tug off his pants, his flushed member standing to attention. as soon as his cock is freed, he begins to weakly pump it for you. his eyes scanning up and down your body as he basks in your feminine presence.

copying his behaviour, you slowly begin to play with your clit, watching how he sighs and slouches at the gesture, clearly enjoying the show.

“could i ride you?” you blurt out, almost embarrassingly fast, your arousal clouding your thought process. no point in pretending anymore, you want to fuck him and you want to do it now.

“fuck, please.” he begs, he sounds pathetic, but that only further enables your arousal, knowing you have a man on his knees begging for you.

you push his shoulders back gently so he’s laying against the cold floor, as he lays back you straddle his lap and begin to roll your hips against his member. you and capa both moan at the sensation, capa balls his fists up and begins to rut against you as well. at this point, you’re just grinding against each other raw.

“baby ..” he pants, dipping his head back for a moment. your stomach tingles at the pet name. “if we keep doing this ‘m gonna come.”

while biting your lip, you raise your hips and align his tip with your opening, teasing him slightly before lowering yourself down into him. you gasp at the fullness, while capa groans at your warmth.

“could i-i, fuck, could i see your tits?” he whines as he involuntarily thrusts up into you, he feels like he can’t control himself at this point. every ounce of his being is burning with arousal.

you lift your hips up and ride him, meeting his thrusts. while you ride him, you shakily lift up your top. you leave the shirt on but bundle up the fabric above your tits, for some reason it feels hotter that way.

capa groans and plants his feet on the floor, holding your hips in place as he fucks up into you harshly.

“o-oh fu-uck!” you sob as capa pounds into that sensitive spot from within you, hastily you bring your hand between your legs to rub your clit. both of you knew this wouldn’t last long, so you just want to enjoy it while you can.

capa feels like his brain is melting, he doesn’t know where to look. he can either watch your tits bounce with each thrust, he can watch your pretty little face contort with pleasure, or he can watch his cock slide in and out of your heavenly cunt. he can’t settle on one, so he eagerly switches between each of them.

“you’re so fuckin’ wet ..” he choked as he watched his member glisten with your arousal. since being on icarus II, capa began to dream of situations like this. it was normally faceless women, but he was absolutely feigning for some tight wet pussy, despite how much he tried to hide it.

“don’t stop— please ..” you huff. you know capa won’t stop, he’s too far gone to quit now, yet the words still fell from your mouth. you haven’t felt so good in so long, you don’t want it to end.

“won’t stop.” capa slurs as his thighs shake from exhaustion, “fuck. can’t stop stop, baby, feels too fucking good.”

your orgasm begins to build up from within you. both you and capa are shaky, sweaty, desperate, and close. you place a hand behind you for stability and dig your nails into capa’s knee as he thrusts into you, your other hand still stimulating your clit as best you can.

capas cheeks are flushed, his pupils are blown, and plush lips hang agape. you want to tell him he looks gorgeous, but you can’t seem to find the words to at the moment.

“‘m getting close.” he hissed as his grip on your hips got tighter, “come on my cock. please, baby. i need to feel it. please.” capa rambles mindlessly, you’ve felt like an absolute dream the entire time but the sight and sensation of you coming undone on his cock would be the cherry on top.

“yes, yes, yes-“ you gasp as your orgasm finally breaks through you, the stimulation on your clit comes to a stop but capa continues to fuck into you as you come for him. you release a loud, guttural moan at the pleasure. mere seconds after, capas whining beneath you about how close he is and how pretty you look when you come.

after pulling out, capa feverishly pumps himself and quickly spills his load onto your ass and his thighs while groaning and whimpering.

you shakily slide off his lap and sit on the cold floor beside him. while attempting to fix your appearance, you both giggle at what you had just done. since it had been so long, it felt almost innocent. just two desperate people who wanted to feel each others bodies.

“can we do this again tomorrow?” capa asks while attempting to catch his breath

“tomorrow?” you raise your brows, “you want to make this a routine?”

capa laughs, “you shouldn’t have given me a taste, baby, now i’m going to keep crawling back for more.”

—

sorry, had horny capa thoughts, can you really blame me tho.

[mixyl]

#🥀 Funny Valentine (Kiss of life) (09/01/25) · capa em colaboração com a @honey171 ! indisponível para ser adotada <3.

[seagiri]

i love your lamari art <3, tho i wonder, and dont take this the wrong way, why do you ship them (like besides from them looking cute together, which they are :D), especially as kikimari is more popular.

i keep getting this question and I genuinely don’t know how to reply. I really like Kikimari but I also like the “short, buff and awkward” x “tall nerd” kind of dynamic. The more I think about it, the less sense it would made in canon. But I just think it would be cute, the two of them hanging out from time to time and having that kind of “we don’t talk about it” thing going on, genuinely learning to enjoy each others presence. Laios catching feelings without realizing and Namari having an inner battle about her own is really funny. I guess most DM ships are just like that.

TLDR; bisexuality is a hell of a drug

(Mención de spoilers)

También me gusta mucho que a pesar de que Namari no tenía muchos sentimientos fuertes sobre Laios al inicio del manga, el siempre le ha tenido confianza y la ha visto como alguien a respetar a pesar de que dejó el grupo. El siempre ha confiado en su criterio y en el transcurso del manga ella va y hace cosas para defenderlo o apoyarlo que siento tal vez no habría hecho antes. También se veía en flashbacks que iban a comprar armaduras juntos,,, y ese panel al final cuando Namari ve a Laios con la capa de rey y se sonroja??? Y todos la miran así 🤨?? La idea de que desarrolla un crush a partir de ahí me gusta mucho y Laios no piensa nada al respecto HE IS CLUELESS!! Y el ya tuvo un “finjo amistad pero no te soporto”, “finjo amistad porque no sabia como acercarme a ti (sentimientos complejos. Vamos a ser amigos)” y “finjo interés romántico por mejores tratos/beneficios”, pero qué tal . “No te veía así antes y mientras más tiempo paso contigo mas complicada se vuelve mi imagen de ti, creo que siento algo distinto que simplemente querer ser tu amiga”

Y NAMARI OH NAMARI, su arco es la razón por la que siento que el ship no funciona en canon, pero como lo interpreto yo, es que está un poco reprimida; en toda la historia de DM y en los extras nos revelan su historia y los prejuicios y la injusticia que ha pasado por cosas fuera de su control, y el dolor que eso causó a otros. Con la familia Tansu, Namari encuentra, pues, eso. Una familia. Con el resto del cast, Namari encuentra gente que la aprecia, gente que se preocupa por ella. Siento que con Laios es algo parecido, su party es su familia, y toda la gente que conoció en la mazmorra no son necesariamente amigos, pero confidentes y gente que ha visto de lo que es capaz. Ambos han pasado por discriminación y han lastimado sin querer y han tratado de arreglar sus errores, lastimándose a sí mismos en el proceso. Siento que ambos tienen experiencias similares en espectros muy distintos y que eso les ayuda a entender al otro y por eso mismo siguen regresando otro día a pasar el rato.

Y ni hablé de la vida de rey de Laios,,, me duele un poco el final de DM porque Laios es infeliz hasta cierto punto. Obviamente no se arrepiente de su decisión, y esa era la mejor opción que tuvo, pero no puedo evitar sentirme mal con el hecho de que no puede hacer lo que le gusta, las juntas con extraños, la política, todo esto que se indica que lo estresa y que Kabru es mejor manejando. Namari, Izutsumi y Senshi son lo más cercano que tiene a su vida vieja, y como Izu y Senshi viajan mucho, Namari es a quien tiene más posibilidades de ver (Aunque también viva bien pinches lejos), salir juntos es un escapismo del estrés de su vida actual- no hay responsabilidades, no hay otra persona que sepa que es lo que va a pasar el día siguiente, puede simplemente volver a ser el mismo Laios de siempre y tener la compañía de alguien que entiende la dificultad de tener que llegar a cierto estándar.

?????NADA DE ESTO TIENE SENTIDO LO SIENTO MUCHO SOLAMENTE PIENSO QUE NAMARI TIENE EL MAYOR PEGUE DE TODA LA ISLA Y SE MERECE TODO EN EL MUNDO + EL SHIP ES MUY GRACIOSO EN MI OPINIÓN ES LA MEZCLA PERFECTA DE ME DA RISA Y ES ALGO SUPER CASUAL Y COZY BASADO EN RESPETO MUTUO Y PASAR EL TIEMPO JUNTOS QUE ME DA UN POCO DE ENVIDIA PERDÓN POR TENER OPINIONES GRACIAS POR LEER me voy a aventar de un Barranco

[arcadiabaytornado]

What's your most "obscure" LiS ship? Like do you ship a pair and it feels like you're the only one?

I think Max/Evan (The hipster guy from LIS 1 who makes Max answer that question about Robert Capa) is fun. Not in like a “This should be a real ship” type of way, but in “An AU with them could be very dumb and fun” type of way.

I also think Kate Marsh and Alex Chen could be a cute couple. I don’t have a lot more thoughts on this other than “could be really cute” tbh.

If you want to get REALLY obscure I also think Joyce Price/Michelle Grant could be cute/interesting. Though really I just want Joyce to leave David and think it would be funny if it was for the staff member he had problems with.

When I say I ship character very liberally I really do mean it lmao. All I need is to be able to imagine one fun scenarios that could come out of two characters being together for me to go “Yeah. I’d read a fic about it.”

[staiyn]

more cillian character memes 🌟sillies🌟

[blakeswritingimagines]

She Calls Me Back

Summary: Smart Sunshine and Dumb Grump

Word count: 5.3k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Nicolas Capa woke up each morning with a scowl, ready to face the day with his signature rude attitude. He seemed to revel in being a jerk, particularly towards his co-workers, and especially towards one person in particular: the new girl, whose name he often twisted into a derogatory nickname. Despite your cheerful and friendly disposition, Nicolas could not bring himself to extend any kindness or even basic respect. As the new person around the grid, you approached each day with cheerful optimism, determined to see the best in people, including your rude co-worker, Nicolas. Despite his repeated cruel jabs and rude behavior towards you, you held onto your warm nature, believing that everyone had good in them somewhere. You tried your best to engage him in friendly conversation and treat him kindly, but it was always met with a sneer or a sharp remark.

Nicolas's morning routine at the office began with a glare as soon as he arrived. Seeing you sitting at your desk with a warm smile on your face irritated him greatly. He hated your sunny disposition, especially first thing in the morning. He sauntered over to the desk, a mocking smirk on his face. "Well, if it isn't the sunny little ray of sunshine," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You looked up from your computer, a genuine smile still on your lips. Despite the rudeness, you refused to let him dull your spirits. "Good morning, Nicolas," you replied in a friendly tone. "How are you today?" Nicolas scoffed and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by your relentless friendliness. "Just peachy," he retorted sarcastically, leaning against your desk and crossing his arms. "I just love coming in every morning only to find sunshine personified sitting at her desk, all smiles and rainbows." You chuckled lightly at his comment, not offended in the slightest. Despite his grumpy demeanor, you chose to see the humor in it. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh?" You teased playfully, your eyes sparkling with amusement. Nicolas glowered at you, his annoyance growing as you continued to be unfazed by his snarky remarks. He hated how unaffected you were by his rude attitude. "Oh, I slept just fine," he retorted sharply. "The problem is having to deal with you and your incessant cheerfulness first thing in the morning. One of these days, your smile is going to break my grumpy mood, and that's simply unacceptable."

Your smile widened at his comment, finding his grumpy demeanor more amusing than anything else. You decided to play along and see how far you could push him. "Oh, really?" you said, pretending to look concerned. "Well, we can't have your grumpy mood being disturbed by something as harmless as a smile, can we? That would be a tragedy." Nicolas growled under his breath, growing even more annoyed by your playful banter. He crossed his arms tighter, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. "You think you're so funny, don't you?" he snapped. "But trust me, one day, your relentless cheerfulness is going to grate on my nerves and drive me up the damn wall." You feigned a look of disappointment, your playful demeanor unwavering. "Aw, and here I thought I was bringing a little bit of sunshine to your otherwise dreary day," you replied, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. "But I guess I underestimated how much you enjoy being grumpy all the time." Nicolas rolled his eyes again, clearly getting more irritated the more you teased him. "Oh, don't give me that innocent act," he retorted. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Trying to get under my skin with your cheerful attitude. Well, let me tell you something: it's not going to work. I'm immune to your sunshine persona."

Nicolas huffed in feigned annoyance, trying to maintain his grumpy facade. Yet, secretly, he did find the banter somewhat entertaining. He was so used to his usual grumpy routine that this lighthearted interaction with you was a refreshing change. He pushed himself away from your desk and stepped back. "Fine then," he grumbled. "I've got better things to do than waste my time with your ridiculous cheerfulness." With a dismissive wave, he turned on his heel and sauntered towards his driver's room. You chuckled to yourself as you watched him storm off to his driver's room, entertained by the little banter. You found his grumpy demeanor endearing in its own way, and you couldn't help but find it amusing that he was so stubborn in maintaining his grumpy facade. As the day went on, you couldn't help but notice that despite his constant grumbling, he continued to find excuses to come by your desk. Nicolas found himself drawn to you throughout the day, making up flimsy excuses to pass by and continue your bantering. He would saunter up to you, pretending to have a question or two, or just to complain about something trivial, like the weather or a messy coffee machine. Each time, he would try to maintain his grumpy demeanor, grumbling under his breath and rolling his eyes, yet a hint of a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

As the day wore on, Nicolas found himself wandering over to you more often than he cared to admit. Whether it was to ask for a pen or some files, he always managed to find an excuse to be near you. Each time he approached you. "Hey," he said. "Do you happen to have a… uh… ruler or something?" You smiled knowingly, seeing straight through his excuses to come talk to you. You played along, pretending not to notice his obvious excuses. "A ruler, huh?" you replied, rummaging through your desk drawer. "Let me check." You deliberately took your time searching through the drawer, pretending to look for the ruler, even though you knew exactly where it was. You knew he was just trying to find another excuse to talk to you, and you found it adorable. Nicolas leaned against the desk, his arms crossed, trying to act nonchalant. Despite his best efforts to appear disinterested, he couldn't help but watch you rummage through your drawer. He knew that you knew he was using flimsy excuses to come see you, but he couldn't exactly come out and admit that he actually enjoyed the bantering. So, he kept up his grumpy facade as he waited for you to "find" the ruler. As he watched you rummage through the drawers, he couldn't help but appreciate how cute you looked when you were focused like that. "Are there really that many rulers in those drawers?" he asked, feigning annoyance. After a few moments that felt like an eternity, you finally retrieved the ruler from the drawer and handed it to him. He took it, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, causing a subtle shiver down his spine.

As your fingers brushed against each other, you couldn't help but notice his subtle shiver and a small smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. "You know, if you wanted to come over and chat, you could have just said so," you teased, your eyes sparkling with playful amusement. "You didn't have to invent all these excuses to see me." Nicolas' cheeks flushed slightly at your remark, and he quickly averted his gaze. "Please," he retorted, crossing his arms in a defensive gesture. "If I wanted to talk to you, I'd just come over and say so. I don't need to make up excuses." But his words sounded hollow, even to his own ears. He knew he was lying, and he could tell that his attempts to appear indifferent were failing miserably. You chuckled softly, amused by his obvious denial. You enjoyed seeing him struggle to maintain his grumpy facade while trying to hide his true feelings. "Oh, really?" you asked, feigning surprise. "So you're telling me you didn't come all the way over here just to ask for a ruler that you probably didn't even need?"

Nicolas huffed in frustration, feeling caught in his own lie. He knew he had been busted, and there was no point in continuing to deny it. "Alright, fine," he reluctantly admitted. "So maybe I didn't really need that ruler. But it's not like I came over here for your company or anything." He tried to sound nonchalant, but the flicker of embarrassment in his eyes betrayed him. You chuckled softly at his reluctant admission, your amusement only growing more apparent. You found his attempts to brush off his obvious interest in you absolutely adorable. "Of course not," you agreed, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "You just happened to stumble upon my desk and thought to yourself, 'Hey, I wonder if she has a ruler I can borrow.' Completely unrelated to me, obviously, especially since you're a driver who won't need it." Nicolas huffed, feeling defeated by your ability to read through his false pretense. He knew he was being a fool, but he couldn't help himself. With a grumble, he pushed himself away from you. "Fine, I have better things to do anyways," he muttered, feigning indifference as he turned to leave.

Just as he was about to walk away, almost begrudgingly, you reached out and gently grasped his arm, stopping him in his tracks. Your touch was gentle but firm, and your tone shifted from teasing to a bit more serious. "Hey, wait just a moment," you said, your voice softer now. "You know you don't have to keep up this grumpy facade all the time, right? We could actually have a genuinely nice conversation, you know." Nicolas froze as your fingers grasped his arm, his heart skipping a beat at your touch. He hadn't expected you to stop him like that, and your sudden shift in tone caught him off guard. He stood there for a moment, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to maintain his grumpy persona, yet he found himself strangely compelled to give in to your kind words. After a few seconds of hesitation, he sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about," he retorted weakly, avoiding your gaze and continuing walking after shrugging you off. Before he could take more than a few steps away, you stood up and quickly stepped in front of him, effectively blocking his path. You looked up at him with a mixture of determination and understanding in your eyes. "Nicolas," you said, your voice gentle yet firm. "I know you like to act tough and grumpy all the time, but you don't always have to be like that. You can let your guard down sometimes, you know? Especially around me."

Nicolas stopped in his tracks as you blocked his path, feeling a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment at your determination. Your words struck a nerve, and he couldn't help but feel like you had seen right through his facade. "I don't know what you mean," he muttered, crossing his arms defensively. "I'm not 'acting' tough. This is just who I am. Why should I let my guard down around you or anyone else?" You remained standing in front of him, your gaze unwavering. You knew that underneath his grumpy exterior, there was a part of him that craved connection and vulnerability. "Because sometimes, being tough all the time can get exhausting, don't you think?" you suggested gently. "And you might find that once you let your guard down a little, you feel better. You don't always have to put up this wall of grouchiness. It's okay to show your softer side, even if only to me." Frustration bubbled up inside of Nicolas, fueled by his inability to handle emotions in a healthy way. He snapped at you, his patience wearing thin. "Oh, shut up," he growled, his voice harsh and abrasive. "I'm tired of all this talk about letting my guard down and showing my softer side. I don't want to be vulnerable or open up to you or anyone else. I'm fine the way I am, grumpy and guarded."

Despite his harsh words and abrasive tone, you remained unfazed. You knew it was just a defense mechanism and that under his grumpy exterior, there was a fragile person who was afraid to show his true feelings. "You know," you replied calmly, your tone still gentle but firm. "Saying that you're fine being grumpy and guarded is just another way of telling me that you're not fine. Bottling up all your feelings and putting up this tough guy act is not healthy." Nicolas felt a pang of guilt at your words. He knew you were right, but he didn't want to admit it. Your ability to remain calm and composed in the face of his grumpy outbursts was both frustrating and admirable. He huffed in frustration, but the heat behind his words had faded. "I don't need you to tell me what's healthy or not," he muttered, his voice lacking its usual edge. "I've been doing just fine on my own for years. Why do I need to change now?" Despite his protest, you could tell that your words affected him, even if he was stubborn enough to admit it. You knew that beneath his grumpy facade, there was a deeper layer of vulnerability that he refused to acknowledge. "You don't have to change if you don't want to," you replied softly, your tone still gentle but firm. "But being alone and closing yourself off from others isn't really 'just fine.' It's a lonely way to go through life, and I think deep down, you know that."

Nicolas huffed, feeling frustrated by how accurately you seemed to understand him. He hated that you could read him so easily, and he hated how your words kept hitting too close to home. He clenched his fists, his eyes averted and avoiding your gaze. "I don't… I don't need anyone," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can take care of myself just fine. I don't need friends… or relationships. I have my racing career, and that's all that matters." The hint of vulnerability in his voice didn't go unnoticed by you. You could hear the pain behind his words, the loneliness that he tried so hard to hide. You took a small step closer to him, your eyes filled with empathy. "Maybe you can take care of yourself fine on your own," you said softly. "But life isn't just about taking care of yourself. It's about connections, about having people who care about you and having people you care about. Racing may be important to you, but is it the only thing that matters?" Nicolas felt his walls start to crack as you stepped closer, your soft voice and empathetic eyes making it harder to maintain his tough exterior. Your words echoed in his mind, stirring up feelings he had pushed deep down for years. He swallowed hard, his fists still clenched by his sides. "Racing is my life," he said, his voice faltering slightly. "It's all I've ever known. My whole existence revolves around it. There's no room for anything else, not even… friends or relationships."

Feeling overwhelmed by his own emotions and your persistence, Nicolas decided to fall back on his default defense mechanism - withdrawing. The vulnerability and honesty he had shown for a brief moment vanished as he steeled himself, building his grumpy facade back up higher than ever. With a final huff, he mumbled, "Whatever. I have better things to do than stand here and listen to you lecture me." Though he tried to put up his grumpy facade once more, you could see through it, sensing the layers of hurt and vulnerability that lay beneath. But you didn't press him further. You saw the emotional toll the conversation was taking on him and decided to give him some space. "Fine," you replied softly, your tone slightly dejected but still gentle. "Just… think about what I said, okay? You don't have to be grumpy all the time."

The day of the race arrived, and Nicolas was in his normal grouchy mood, silently psyching himself up for the competition. As he went through his pre-race routine of getting into his race gear and mentally preparing himself for the upcoming event, he tried to push any thoughts of you or anyone else out of his head. He had one goal in mind - winning. The sun shone brightly over the race track, a bustling hive of activity as teams and their drivers prepared for yet another race. Nicolas Capa, with his signature grumpy demeanor, was making his way to his designated spot, his mind focused on the upcoming competition. As he walked, he couldn't help but notice the familiar figure of yours, diligently checking the brakes of his car. He felt a pang of annoyance at your presence, your calm composure and unwavering professionalism only serving to grate on his grumpy nerves. You noticed Nicolas's grumpy demeanor as he made his way to his spot, but you didn't let it deter you from your duties. You continued inspecting the car, your focus on ensuring that everything was in top condition. While his grumpy attitude wasn't the most pleasant, you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his dedication and determination, even if he didn't always show it kindly.

As Nicolas approached his car, his eyes flicked over to where you were working. He hated to admit it, but there was a part of him that found your focus and dedication mildly impressive. Even the most annoying people could have their positive attributes. He huffed slightly as he approached you, his grumpy demeanor still in place. "Do you need to check everything three times?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation. You looked up from your work and met his grumpy gaze with a small smile. Despite his snarky remark, you were not intimidated by his grumpy demeanor. You continued working, your movements efficient and precise. "Attention to detail is important," you replied calmly, a hint of amusement in your voice. "I'd rather make sure everything is perfect and avoid any potential accidents during the race. Better safe than sorry, right?" Nicolas rolled his eyes at your calm reply, but he couldn't help but silently agree with your logic. He knew that attention to detail was crucial in their line of work, and he appreciated the fact that you took your job seriously. Despite his grumpy exterior, he couldn't find any real reason to get angry at you. He leaned against his car, his arms crossed, watching you work. After a few moments of silence, he reluctantly spoke up. "You know, you're annoyingly good at your job."

As you continued your work on the car, oblivious to anything happening around you, the sound of a loud, sneering voice filled the air. One of the mechanics on the team, a tall, muscular man with a perpetually grumpy expression, approached them, a sneer on his face. "Hey there, princess," the mechanic sneered, towering over you. "Think you're smart doing all that checking and re-checking, huh?" As the mechanic approached you both, you bristled at the condescending tone he used. You stood your ground, meeting his gaze with a steely determination. "I'm doing my job," you retorted, your voice firm. "Accurate checks and re-checks are necessary to ensure the car's safety. If you were paying attention to your own work instead of bothering me, maybe you'd understand that." Nicolas had been watching the exchange between you and the mechanic with growing irritation. He hated how the man was speaking to you, treating you with such disrespect. It stirred up something within him, a mix of protectiveness and indignation. He pushed away from the car he was leaning against and stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. "Hey," he interjected, his voice firm. "Watch how you talk to her."

The mechanic looked over at Nicolas, a slightly surprised expression on his face. He chuckled dismissively. "Oh, look who's playing the knight in shining armor," he said snidely. "Why do you care how I talk to her? Got a soft spot for the princess, do you?" Nicolas's jaw clenched his annoyance with the mechanic's condescending tone growing. "She's part of the team," he retorted, his voice tight. "And she's good at her job. More skilled than some people around here who should focus on their own work instead of wasting time mocking their colleagues." The mechanic huffed at Nicolas's words, his expression turning annoyed. He didn't like being called out like that, especially in front of others. "Oh, so now you're some kind of expert on who's good at their job?" he sniped back. "If she's so good, why does she need to double-check everything? Shouldn't she know what she's doing by now?" Nicolas's temper flared at the mechanic's dismissive comment about your work. He took a step closer, almost standing between you and the mechanic now. "She checks everything for a reason," he shot back. "It's called being thorough, making sure everything is in order. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of running your mouth."

The mechanic puffed his chest, his irritation growing. He stepped forward as well, meeting Nicolas's defiant stance. "Oh, so now you're gonna play the tough guy, huh?" he taunted. "Defending your precious princess? I didn't know you were so protective of her." Nicolas's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing further. The comment about protecting you hit a nerve, and he couldn't help but feel his irritation escalate. "You got a problem with that?" he retorted, his voice low and dangerous. "Maybe you're just mad because you know she's better than you and you can't handle it." The mechanic chuckled scornfully, trying to maintain his facade of superiority. "Oh, please. Better than me?" he mocked. "She's just a pretty face. Probably only got this job because of her looks." The words hit Nicolas like a punch, igniting his anger even further. He clenched his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he growled. "She's more than just a pretty face. She's skilled, dedicated, and damn good at her job. I'd take her over you any day, any race." The mechanic, still trying to maintain the upper hand, smirked smugly. "Oh, look at that. The grumpy driver is all riled up because of the princess," he teased. "You've got it bad for her, don't you? Bet she has you wrapped around her little finger."

Nicolas's eyes flashed with anger, his lips curling into a tight snarl. He stepped closer, now invading the mechanic's personal space. "Shut your damn mouth," he hissed, his voice filled with barely-contained rage. "You don't know anything about her or me. Keep running your mouth, and I'll show you just how 'wrapped around her little finger' I am." The mechanic, sensing that he had pushed Nicolas to his breaking point, decided to back off a little. He held up his hands in a mock surrender. "Easy there, tough guy," he said, trying to downplay the situation. "No need to get so riled up. I was just messing around. You don't need to go all alpha male on me just because I talked about your precious princess." The mechanic's attempt at de-escalating the situation only served to irritate Nicolas further. He clenched his jaw, restraining himself from lashing out. "She's not 'my precious princess,'" he retorted, his voice tight. "And she doesn't need your snarky comments or your mocking. She's a valuable member of this team, and she deserves respect which you'll be showing her right now." The mechanic rolled his eyes, still trying to act nonchalant. "Fine, fine," he grumbled. "No more mocking the princess, got it. But honestly, you're making a big deal out of nothing. It's not like she can't take care of herself."

Nicolas felt a pang of protectiveness at the mechanic's careless attitude. "That's not the point," he snapped. "It's about respect, something you clearly know nothing about. She should be able to do her job without having to put up with your snarky comments or your mocking. And it's not about her being able to take care of herself. It's about you staying in your damn lane and treating people with a modicum of decency." Nicolas fixed his fierce gaze on the mechanic, his irritation growing even more as the man continued to act like a jerk. "Apologize," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. "Right now. Apologize to her for your disrespectful comments and your mocking attitude." The mechanic's smug expression faltered slightly as Nicolas's demand echoed with authority. His initial defiance slowly faded into reluctance, and he reluctantly turned his gaze towards you, standing silently nearby. After a moment of hesitation, he muttered a half-hearted apology. "Sorry, princess," he mumbled half under his breath. "Didn't mean to offend you or anything." As you stood there listening to Nicolas and the mechanic exchange their heated words, your emotions were conflicted. You felt the warmth and flutter in your heart as Nicolas fervently defended you and stood up to the mechanic's demeaning comments. But at the same time, you also felt a pang of frustration that the situation had escalated in the first place. It was a part of the job you disliked, having to constantly fight for respect and deal with belittling attitudes.

However, you also couldn't ignore the way your heart fluttered when Nicolas so passionately came to your defense. You wondered if he realized how much his support meant to you. You had been silently observing the entire exchange between Nicolas and the mechanic, your expression remaining calm and neutral. Despite your composed exterior, you had felt a mix of gratitude and surprise at Nicolas's forceful defense of you. You watched as the mechanic finally offered a half-hearted apology, and you crossed your arms, regarding him with a cool look. "Thank you for the apology," you said calmly, your tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "Although it could have been a bit more sincere." After the intense argument, the mechanic mumbled another reluctant apology, though it was clear he didn't mean it. He cast a last mocking glance at you before walking away, his smug attitude still intact. Nicolas stood there, his eyes still filled with irritation and lingering anger. He watched the mechanic walk away, his fists clenched at his sides. He then turned towards you, his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You observed the mechanic walking away, a slight flicker of annoyance in your eyes at his insincere apology. Once he was out of earshot, you turned your attention back to Nicolas, who was still visibly upset. You noticed his clenched fists and the anger still lingering in his eyes, though his gaze grew softer as it landed on you. You gave Nicolas a small, reassuring smile before your expression turned more serious. "You didn't have to do that, you know," you said softly, your voice laced with a hint of gratitude. "I'm used to dealing with annoying mechanics like him. I can handle myself." Nicolas's expression softened further upon hearing your words. He took a deep breath, his anger slowly ebbing away as he met your gaze. "I know you can handle yourself," he replied, his voice still holding a hint of irritation. "But I couldn't just stand there and watch him talk to you like that. It… it just pissed me off, seeing him treat you with such disrespect." You chuckled softly, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when the grumpy driver would get all worked up over something as simple as someone making a snarky comment," you teased lightly. "It's kind of adorable, in a weirdly grumpy way."

Nicolas's initial irritation faded completely, a hint of amusement replacing it at your teasing remark. He rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh, shut up," he retorted, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I am not adorable." Your eyes gleamed with mirth as you smirked at his response. "Oh, yes you are," you teased, your tone filled with lighthearted banter. "Admit it. You're secretly a big softie underneath that grumpy exterior. And you just proved it by defending me against that annoying mechanic." Nicolas grumbled, his cheeks turning slightly pink as you continued to tease him. "I am not a softie," he protested, trying to maintain his grumpy facade, but failing to hide the hint of amusement in his voice. "I just…" he trailed off, not wanting to admit that she had a point. "I just hate it when people treat you with disrespect. That's all." A soft chuckle escaped Blake's lips as she saw the hint of pink in Nicolas's cheeks, enjoying the sight of him flustered and struggling to maintain his grumpy facade. "Uh-huh," she teased, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Sure, you're not a softie. You just get all riled up and protective when someone is disrespectful to me. That totally sounds like something a grumpy, non-softie person would do."

Nicolas felt a mix of irritation and amusement as he realized he was caught and couldn't deny it. He let out a huff, crossing his arms defensively. "Oh, shut up," he mumbled, his grumpy facade faltering even more. "I just… I just don't like seeing you treated with disrespect, that's all. It's not because I'm a softie or anything." You couldn't help but find his grumpy denial endearing. You enjoyed seeing this softer side of him, the part of him that he usually tried so hard to hide. "Sure, sure," you teased, your grin growing wider. "You keep telling yourself that. But we both know the truth, grumpy. You're a softie deep down." You smiled warmly, your gaze softening as you looked at Nicolas. You took a step closer, standing just a few inches away from him. With a playful glint in your eyes, you leaned in slightly and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Pulling back, you gave him a gentle but genuine smile. "Good luck out there," you said softly. "You got this." As you stepped closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, Nicolas felt a rush of surprise and… something else, something he couldn't quite put a finger on. He felt his cheeks heat up even more, his grumpy facade completely crumbling. He stood there for a moment, his mind reeling as he struggled to process the unexpected affection. He opened his mouth, intending to say something in response, but the words died on his tongue. Finally, he managed to find his voice. "I… uh, thanks," he mumbled, his usually confident demeanor replaced by a flustered expression.

After a moment of flustered silence, Nicolas gathered his thoughts and found his voice once more. He cleared his throat nervously, still feeling the lingering warmth of your kiss on his cheek. With a hint of hesitation, he finally spoke up. "Hey, uh, after the race… could we maybe talk for a bit?" he asked, his usual confidence having abandoned him for the moment. Your smile softened even more at his flustered silence and hesitance. You could see the effect your kiss had on him, and it brought a sense of pleasure to you. "Of course," you replied, your voice gentle. "We can talk after the race. I'll wait for you here until you finish. Take your time and do your best out there." Nicolas felt a mixture of relief and anticipation at your words. Your gentle reassurance brought a sense of comfort to him, helping his usual confidence start to return. He gave you a small, thankful smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he caught himself and cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, his voice regaining its usual confidence. "I'll… I'll do my best. See you after the race then."

[obsessedwithlarkin]

TDA LV is tomorrow so let's recap all the popular dancers doing BD by studios

Abby Lee Dance Company:

• Maria Moreno ( Remedy)

CAPAS:

• Kamri Peterson ( A Deal With Chaos)

• Stella Condie ( Comet)

• Tessa Horan ( I Found A Place)

• Halle Hunt ( LaLa Land)

• Mya Tulieva ( Debris)

• Naomi Harper ( Make You Feel My Love)

• Remi Frye ( Imagine)

• Mabel Wilde ( Weird People)

• Isla Parcell ( You Are So Beautiful)

• Stella Binkerhoff ( My Funny Valentine)

• Hailey Bills ( Malaguegna)

• Brooklyn Ward ( Accelerando)

• Rory Frye ( Tempete)

• Khloe Kdouros ( Lovefool)

CLUB DANCE:

• Alexis Alvarez ( Lullaby Dream)

• Kennedy Besch ( Tomorrow's Song)

• Kennedy Marble ( Bitter Earth)

• Tatum Self ( Spectrum Of Love)

• Nixie Vance ( To Silence)

• Kinley Harper ( P.Y.T)

• Lucia Piedrahita ( To Be Loved)

•Paislee Perkins ( Beautiful Like Me)

• Libby Jhonson ( She Remembers)

• Mikayla Isler ( Over My Head)

• Kyle Young ( On Broadway)

•Abbey Scott ( In My Memory)

• Brooklyn Besch ( Illusions)

• Isla Gardner ( Joga)

• Emma Scott ( Spine)

DC2:

• Taylor Morrison ( Stupid)

• Penelope Akey ( Not Gone)

• Savannah Brenly ( Tough Love)

• Scarlett Brenly ( Blackbird)

• Ramsey Landry ( National Pastime)

• Alivia Hughes ( Rest Soft)

• Jaxon Adamson ( Baby I'm A Star)

• Emery Duffin ( The Layers She Shed)

• Claire Pistor ( Piece By Piece)

DANCE DESIGNS DANCE COMPLEX :

• McKenzie Busing ( The Red Hand)

DANCE TOWN MIAMI:

•Amanda Carpenter ( If You Go Away)

• Belle Arauz ( How To Feel)

• Victoria Remon ( Within You)

DANCE UNLIMITED BOISE:

• Megan Barraza ( Wildfire)

DANCEOLOGY

• Soleil Lynch ( In The Void)

• Brody Schaffer (Oh Darling)

• Isabella Lynch ( At My Mercy)

• Zsabrina Grenevitch (New Direction)

DOLCE DANCE STUDIO:

• Payton Kahl ( Welcome Home)

• Zoey German ( Tainted Love)

ELITE DANCE PRO:

• Madisyn Amos ( A New Life)

• River Sergerman ( Shiver)

K2 STUDIOS:

• Abby Viramontes ( Cry Me A River)

• Neraiah Karmann ( Crumbling)

•Kenzli Reece ( Strange Fruit)

• Jessica Sutton ( Wild Is The Wind)

LARKIN DANCE STUDIO:

• Claire Monge ( Fall Deep)

• Harlow Pike ( Blind By)

• Savannah Manzel ( Concerto)

• Jayla Xiong ( We Come Apart)

• Grace Sullivan ( Broken Waltz)

• Mailyn Munos ( Misty)

• Neala Murphy ( This Is Me)

• Evie McCune-Barrett ( Into The Darkness)

• Scarlett Manzel ( What A Feeling)

• Evelyn Ringeisen ( Praise You)

• Giuliana Shea ( I Dreamed A Dream)

• Whitney Lissick ( Orange Colored Sky)

• Harper Kill ( Show Off)

• Savannah Jackson ( No More Tears)

• Ginny Hickembotam-Western ( I Wanna Go To Hollywood)

• Matinly Conrad ( Ain't That A Kick)

• Lexie Charnstrom ( The Last Waltz)

• Chase Lang ( Mr. Bongajales)

• Mila Ashyford ( People's Faces)

• Bella Charnstrom ( Walking On)

• Lilly Anderson ( My Love)

• Kelsie Jacobson ( Turbulence)

• Tillie Khul ( Escape The Weight)

• Finley Ashfield ( Fools Who Dream)

• Palmer Peltier ( The Looking Glass)

• Reese Ringold ( Rescue)

N10 DANCE STUDIOS:

• Madison Ng ( Night Sculpture)

PAVE:

•Liv Matson ( My Mother's Work)

• Tayah Klimick ( Slow Me Down)

STARS:

• Ella Dobler ( Those Who Were Left Behind)

STUDIO X:

• Aurora Andreski ( Ghost)

SUMMER'S DANCE WORKS:

• Jewel Moody ( A. I. Unleashed)

• Camryn Conrad ( The Way)

THE ACADEMY

• Kinsley Stella ( Reflections)

THE BASE DANCE CENTER:

• Roxie Onellion ( Amor)

THE COMPANY SPACE:

• Vivian Marcodes ( Medicine)

• AvaRose Campbell ( The List)

• Stella Marcodes ( Joan Of Arc)

• Zaylee Watson ( Calling Home)

• Piper Perusse (Something's Got A Hold On Me)

• Ila Howick ( Once Upon Another Time)

THE ROCK:

• Melina Biltz ( Inductive Mind)

• Mia Ibach ( Liquid Smooth)

WEST FLORIDA DANCE COMPANY:

• Macey Strickland ( Heavenly Bodies)

WOODBURY DANCE CENTER:

• Kylie Roach ( Small Things)

• Skylar Wong ( Just A Room)

[splynter]

The gossip group has arrived!! These are employees of Dyode’s house who Capa works with the most, all with their own specialties and interests :]

I’m gonna elaborate more on each one in a read more cuz good god there’s a lot

Genny or Gen - She/her

Gen is a lesbian trans woman who has been there since the beginning. She’s one of Dyode’s first employees and likely the one who knows him best, aside from Emmit. She’s had many job descriptions in her time working in Dyode’s house, but her current position is supervisor of his estate. All the other employees have a connection with her in some way or another, and she cares for her team like they’re her family

She smacks Capa behind the head a lot because he’s a rat bastard who can’t leave anything alone

Capa - He/they

Capa is the newest employee in Dyode's roster. He's prickly and headstrong and money focused, and he's basically the jack of all trades of the group. The middle man who blends with everyone else's skills. He started out just doing his job and clocking out, but eventually noticed how absolutely down bad Dyode and Emmit were for each other and couldn't fuckin stand it. Whenever he tries to set these two up to kiss or confess, the other employees basically tackle him and shove him into the Capa corner. NO INTERFERING

He's forever pissed about this

Logi - They/them

Logi is the scheduling assistant, statistician, spreadsheet guy, all that sort of thing. They were originally hired to do show scheduling and then got pissed that EVERYONE’S schedule wasn’t optimal, so they started inserting themself into everything else until Dyode noticed and changed their pay and job description. They’re not married, they just wear the ring to get people to leave them alone LMAO

They like to sit on Li's shoulders and use him as a pedestal to direct people. They're only in the gossip group cuz they've got their hands in Everything, and cuz they think Dyode and Emmit are funny

Li - He/him

Li is the heavy duty maintenance guy who usually works on the bigass shit like speakers and plumbing (lmao) and big work. He was born with concordian giantism and deals with some joint pain if he isn't active enough. He tends to neglect himself in favor of working more and harder because he wants to prove himself. He wants to make sure he's earned his pay, despite always doing well with everything he touches.

He gets along with basically everyone on staff. It's really hard to hate him when he always offers a hand, or a boost, or a pat on the head

Curre - They/she

Curre is twins with Forme. They're good with decor and outfit work, and also pretty tech savvy all things considered. They usually wear earbuds while they work so they can groove and work at the same time. She writes fanfiction and makes fan edits shipping Dyode and Emmit, and working directly in his house just gives her more material for her stories.

Capa beta reads her fanfiction because he's detail oriented and the kind of prick that would correct someone's grammar randomly

Forme - They/he

Forme is the younger twin by 11 minutes. Like his sibling, he's great with decor and fashion, and usually handles Dyode's vinyl collection and such. He has a habit of bugging the house with microphones and cameras for the sake of his sibling's fanfiction endeavors, but Gen usually catches him before he can go too far. Sometimes he bakes treats for the group and makes really good coffee and tea that the group can have while sharing the latest news on Dyemmit pining

It's usually Forme or Curre that's paired with Capa because he needs the buddy system to keep him from tampering with Dyode and Emmit's clueless pining

I accidentally got way too attached to these characters. This isn't even half of what their stories are, jesus christ

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A fazenda Felix, by B_nish ❕original by youreiludida

Tema: farm / funny / clothes manipulation.

Inspira-se e faça dela uma capa melhor, não copie.

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Research Blog Post #4

Elliott Erwitt

Elliott Erwitt was born Elio Romano Ervitz in Paris in 1928, to Russian-Jewish parents. Raised in Milan, he emigrated to the U.S. in 1939 as fascism spread across Europe. By the time he was a teenager in Hollywood, he was already working in darkrooms, developing photos of actors, and experimenting with photography on the side. In 1948, he moved to New York and studied film at the New School while working as a janitor. This blend of grit and artistic instinct defined much of his career.

FRANCE. Paris. 1989.

Erwitt was drafted into the U.S. Army in 1951 and served in Germany and France as a military photographer. A few years later, he joined Magnum Photos at the invitation of Robert Capa. That marked the beginning of a career that would span over seven decades. He photographed major public figures like Marilyn Monroe, Che Guevara, Jackie Kennedy, and Khrushchev, yet always kept his lens tuned to the quieter, absurd, and tender moments of everyday life.

USA. New York. 1954. Marilyn Monroe.

He used a 35mm camera with a sharp eye for composition, irony, and subtle emotion. His work wasn’t interested in glamour or spectacle. Instead, it focused on the humorous, awkward, or deeply human — a couple kissing in a rearview mirror, a small dog next to a woman’s high heels, a child playing with his reflection.

SPAIN. Madrid. 1995.

Erwitt had a deep affection for dogs, publishing several photobooks on the subject (Dog Dogs, 1998). Museums, lovers, couples, and children also became recurring themes. His photojournalism appeared in LIFE, Look, and Collier’s, but he moved fluidly between commercial, documentary, and personal work. Later in life, he produced 18 comedy films for HBO and published retrospectives such as Snaps (2001) and Personal Exposures (1988).

USA. New York City. 2000.

His photos have been exhibited worldwide, and his legacy is woven into the fabric of Magnum Photos, where he was a member for 70 years and served as president in the 1960s.

USA. New York City. 1963. Salvador Dali.

What hits me about Erwitt is how gentle his gaze is — even when he’s being funny or sly. He wasn’t out to shock or manipulate. He paid attention. There’s an honesty and lightness in his images that feels rare, especially now. A lot of photography today is hyper-staged or painfully serious. Erwitt reminds me that sharp observation and timing are enough. You just have to care and be curious.

USA. New York City. 1986. Andy Warhol.

His humor never undercuts the emotion. A man and his dog in a park can say as much about loneliness or love as a grand portrait. I admire how he found stories in small gestures, in how people look at each other or ignore each other, or how we perform in public without realizing it. He was patient. That’s something I’m working on — slowing down, waiting for the frame to unfold.

USA. New York City. 1955.

I also love that Erwitt didn’t overthink things. “When the photograph happens, it comes easily, as a gift that should not be questioned or analyzed,” he said. I feel that. Sometimes you just need to trust your gut.

USA. New York City. 1953. Metropolitan Museum of Art.

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Robert Capa

Lucknow Books, 2015 M11 6 - 187 pages

In 1942, a dashing young man who liked nothing so much as a heated game of poker, a good bottle of scotch, and the company of a pretty girl hopped a merchant ship to England. He was Robert Capa, the brilliant and daring photojournalist, and Collier’s magazine had put him on assignment to photograph the war raging in Europe. In these pages, Capa recounts his terrifying journey through the darkest battles of World War II and shares his memories of the men and women of the Allied forces who befriended, amused, and captivated him along the way. His photographs are masterpieces — John G. Morris, Magnum Photos’ first executive editor, called Capa “the century’s greatest battlefield photographer” — and his writing is by turns riotously funny and deeply moving.

From Sicily to London, Normandy to Algiers, Capa experienced some of the most trying conditions imaginable, yet his compassion and wit shine on every page of this book. Charming and profound, Slightly Out of Focus is a marvelous memoir told in words and pictures by an extraordinary man.—Print Ed.

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Knob.

It's such a funny word to me and the fact that I stared at that line of dialogue for a solid few seconds until my brain connected that you are British and Karlach didn't literally mean a doorknob.

I've been learning a lot of different and fancy words by reading your fanfics. And slang too. I love it.

I've already given up trying to say Capaxath with the correct pronunciation and the worst thing is that in my first language it doesn't have the same impact because it sounds like the name of a communicable disease or something. And "Capa" has many meanings in my language 🤣

Anyway, I love your writing 🥰

hahaha, unfortunately 1. I definitely have the fancy words from the 'read too many books at a formative age' autism, and 2. since meeting Sam Beart (briefly, this is not a humble brag!!) I can't not use British slang for them bc they were a sweetheart with a very specific kind of accent lmao :'))

(also, did you know that a boy in my high school once dressed up as 'handel' for a famous person dress up day... then wore a doorknob around his neck? children can be cruel.)

For Capaxath, I'm saying Cap-a-zath in my brain every time I write it, so I guess that makes it word of god, quite literally lmao. I don't mind him sounding like a communicable disease <3

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