#funnily enough for some characters their legs are like. their THING like p much the focal point of their design. and then I just. never draw

[peapod20001]

I should really draw on these big pieces of paper I have more cus then I have no excuse to not draw full bodies lmao

[theclaravoyant]

For pride prompts, maybe Rosa's first crush on a girl (that wasn't a TV character, cuz we already know about that one)

AN ~ Hi! Thanks for the prompt, it was fun :P I also threw a little Rosa/Alicia in at the end bc I couldn’t help myself, hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!

Shoutout to all the girls in my dance classes that combined into this babe. You probably don’t know who you are, and you never will ;)

Rated T for sexual references. Fluff. 

Read on AO3 (~800wd)

Crush

It may not have been Rosa’s first crush on a girl, but it was the first one that she could remember putting her finger on.

Her name was Lucy. She was infallibly elegant, hyper-feminine, and intelligent but far too restrained; not Rosa’s type at all, but there are some human forms that are so objectively stunning nobody can resist, and Lucy’s was one of them. She was tall, with lean but powerful muscles, long legs, cheekbones and luminous eyes to die for, and a neck and shoulders that hid the strength of a horse within the grace of a swan.

Even now, Rosa could remember losing her breath in a simple warm-up, watching Lucy’s back. Watching the way it rippled under the skin-tight leotard as they moved through and back through, and back through position drills. Lucy’s body seemed to know the instructions before her mind did, and yet every movement was conscious, and flawless: her whole body working, in all its glory, for the dance.

Rosa also remembered a sudden and powerful desire to see that body, in all its glory, in a context other than the dance. One day, she had simply blinked and conjured the image of that back in a dark room; its body sitting on a lap that Rosa knew was her lap, kissing lips that Rosa knew were her lips, while hands that Rosa knew were her hands ran down those shoulders, scraping their nails just a little… Or a lot…

Funnily enough, Rosa didn’t remember so much, the hundred crunches she’d had to when she fell out of position thinking about that, and the instructor had blamed her abdominals. She’d had a sudden burst of energy to work off, anyway.

But that wasn’t even the worst of it. That, she’d willingly confess to a room full of people, as long as Lucy wasn’t there and plenty of beer was. The next part, the feelings that developed over the semester, would take something a little stronger to get out of her. For example:

Unless she wanted to be greeted by an enthusiastic “’ello guvna!” every day for the next year, she couldn’t tell Jake that Lucy’s soft English accent had, over time, become so sweet and intoxicating to Rosa’s ear that sometimes Rosa had imagined her reading whatever book or magazine, or even the odd instructional pamphlet, she had in front of her. Once, Lucy’d said her name, and Rosa had repeated it to herself under her breath all the way home.

Unless she wanted a list of intimate things she could do to her lovers with her fingers, other than sex, she didn’t dare let Charles know that she had once bought tropical sunrise coconut dream shampoo… and she especially could not let on, that it was Lucy’s, or that she’d asked to borrow it at a sleepaway workshop once, claiming she had forgotten her own when in fact she had not.

Unless she wanted Amy to firstly, gush about Lucy and then Alicia and then dogs, and then go and write up a list of parallels between that never-was relationship and this one, she could never reveal that the moment she had truly accepted that she liked women, in a sense that was real and beyond sisterhood and beyond aesthetics and beyond sexual frustration, was not when she had noticed Lucy’s back. It was much later, when she had found herself imagining the two of them walking along a beach, chatting and apparently sharing an ice-cream, while their collectively owned dog gambolled merrily around them. Imagining her future with a woman. With that woman. That’s when she knew she was truly forked.

So it was no surprise that when they asked, “So do you like her?” with those big, puppy dog, expectant eyes – and with Terry hardly able to sit still in his seat – Rosa wasn’t quite sure how she wanted to answer.

Yet even now, she could imagine Alicia pulling up outside in that big silver soccer-mom van – how had she fallen for that again? – and sticking her head out the front window while her Border Collie, Benji, shuffled around in the back. “Rosa!” she would call, in that cheerful voice of hers. “Wanna take Arlo and Benji to the beach?” And even though Rosa was technically at work, and even though there wasn’t a beach around for miles, she knew she would say yes.

With that thought, Rosa didn’t have to answer. It had brought a smile to her face and now the team was cheering.

She rolled her eyes, but the smile wouldn’t leave.