hi.... would you ever do more axle writing ? i don't know what you're cool with because you haven't stated anywhere but would you do fem reader nsfw? no worries if not
thanks
hello anon, yep, nsfw writing is okay for me even if i have little experience, and i don't mind writing more for axle or writing for a fem reader.
i was planning to make a guide and masterlist when i posted more content, but yes, nsfw is alright to ask.
i can either do a fic or hcs, so let me know, including specifics of what you want in the writing, anon. :)
summary: Isa decides to pull you from the Apex Games' annual festivities, whisking you away to a place familiar to her from her time in Redline.
relationship: Axle x GN! reader.
warnings: small fear of heights.
word count: 1632.
a/n: written kind of lazily. not proofread. originally imported from word so the text looked a little weird, but it's fixed now.
FIC BELOW THE CUT.
“Put this helmet on. I don’t need you cracking your head open.”
Isa tosses a scratched helmet towards you, scattered marks suggesting its age.
You turn the dark headpiece around in your hands, tracing your eyes over a few worn down stickers. Some were Redline, while some of them just seemed like random stickers that Isa had just stuck there on a whim, overlapping each other in some places. The barreling wind whisks a few strands of hair from your face. You knew it was probably her old helmet. You miss her glare through your peripheral.
“On, I said. Don’t make me push it onto your head.”
The Salvonian repeated. Her fingers now slowly curling around the throttle of her motorcycle, twisting to flex the engine as the purr rumbled through the frigid air. The atmosphere was colder tonight on Salvo.
You both had long walked away from the concentration of people celebrating the anniversary of the Apex Games. Isa had been quick to whisk you from the crowd once she was freed from the clasps of sponsors.
“I am. It’s just a little tight. How did you used to wear this so often?”
Isa didn’t waste time in snatching the helmet back from you or responding back, quick to plunge the shell over your head. Her fingers spidered over the center top of the helmet, pushing downwards to ensure it was firmly secured over your skull. The warmth of the cushioning hit you immediately, your previously cold ears embraced by the material.
“Safety. You get used to it.”
Her palm snapped the clear visor over your eyes, now gesturing you forward towards her motorcycle, boots crunching over gravel.
The moon, nestled behind the foggy clouds, illuminated Isa’s bike perfectly. It was a sleek midnight color. Isa didn’t care much for the appearance of her bike as long as it worked, but that doesn’t mean you haven't tried to convince her to splash even a little bit of color on it. She has yet to do so.
But alas, you couldn’t bring that up now. You haven't properly ridden her bike before tonight apart from small trips, and you didn’t want her to take back her offer.
As much as you reveled in the opportunity, you couldn’t really deny the small twinge of underlying anxiety from riding something so exposed.
“You’ll sit behind me, here.”
Isa pat the empty space behind her as she fixed her legs on either side of the bike.
“Are you sure this is going to be comfortable for you?”
You asked, noticing how small the space was. It wasn’t like Isa was taking up much space in the first place, but you were expected to almost mold into her back in this position.
“Yes. Now get on.”
With a slow exhale, you carefully repeated the motion you had just seen her do, but with much less grace. Either way, your legs ended up on either side of the bike as well. Your hands placed back against the elevated rear of the bike for now.
“Move your feet off the ground. Hold onto me.”
The heel of her foot nudged beneath your own, thrusting upwards until your foot was propped up on one footrest, then the other followed on the opposite side. Your arms reached around her torso, brushing against the freezing zipper of her uniform and lowering until you reached the small dip beneath her ribs, squeezing once. Beneath you, the bike rumbled awake again and began moving, tires scraping and rolling off the gravel.
“Hold on. Fall nicht von meinem Fahrrad. If you do, it'll be your fault."
Isa turned her head ahead, twisting the throttle once again and slowly gaining speed on the asphalt as the breeze kicked up into your visor. She hadn’t told you where you were going yet, only insisted to pull you from the party and allow you to ride on her bike on a supposed whim.
A sudden kick in speed resulted in a flex in your forearms, briefly squeezing Isa’s waist a second time as your clothing batted clumsily over your skin with the battering wind. The beaming lights of that nearly forgotten gathering behind you slowly pulled further and further from view.
Whirling your head towards the front again, you were mesmerized by Salvo’s natural beauty. Mountainous hills of sand dunes that stretch farther than the naked eye, paired with towering rock formations that protrude from the earth. Your small twinge of prior anxiety had seemingly vanished with the distraction.
Once your eyes refocused on the back of the Salvonian’s head in front of you, you finally realized something strange.
She wasn’t actually wearing a helmet. You could’ve sworn she came in with one.
Or was that the one you were wearing?
Oh. Okay.
“Isa,” you quickly brought up, tapping the side of her ribs to grab her attention from the road. Thankfully, there was nobody else on the road at the time, so she wasn’t distracted from much. “Why aren’t you wearing a helmet?”
“Helmet?” Isa shrugged absently. “I don’t need one. Du hast meinen Helm.”
You looked a little flabbergasted for a moment. Sure, Isa had done this for so long, but you didn’t actually expect her to flunk out on the most basic part of riding a motorcycle. A small “huh?” escaped your lips.
“And you said nothing? I would’ve--”
“You would’ve nagged. I only avoided the trouble.”
“Uh--”
Before you could offer another decent response, Isa’s knuckles flexed as she pulled the handlebar off to the left, guiding the bike off to the side of the road and halting it with a gentle nudge of the brake.
“Off.”
Extinguishing your small flare of irritation, your legs plopped themselves back on the ground, feeling slightly jelly from the ride. You hadn’t realized how airless the ride had made you feel. You slowly peeled the headpiece off of your head, shaking it briefly to fix your hair in place before carding through it with your fingers. Hugging Isa’s helmet beneath your arm, you caught a glimpse at the spectacle before you.
Isa had parked on a small but lofty plateau-like rock, right in front of a shaved down extension of the formation that almost resembled an outstretched wooden plank, though was supported by the bulbous rock beneath it. Essentially, just a very narrow path that led to nothing but a break-off into the crisp air.
“You’re staring too much. Come on.”
Isa interrupted your gawking and swiped her helmet back to place it on top of the bike to keep your hands free. As you both approached the extension, with you lagging slightly, you peeked downward over the ridges of rubble. You liked to think that you weren’t afraid of heights, but this challenged that thought. You hadn’t even realized how high you had gotten either. Either way, it was a far drop... assuming you fell.
“Go first. I’ll be behind you.”
“Go--” you glanced back at the extension of rock. Then her. Then the rock. This was what she wanted to show you? “Go on that? I'm probably gonna end up falling!"
“You won’t. Like I said, I’ll be right behind you.”
Hesitantly stepping forth towards the extension, there was a brief flash of worry with Isa being right behind you. Then again, if she wanted to push you, you likely would’ve been gone by now. With that self-assurance, you put a foot forward.
“I used to come up and sit here for the adrenaline boost.” Isa stopped you just before the edge, where the updraft hit hard if you dared to look over, and paired with mildly jelly legs, it would probably end poorly. She kept a hand on your arm, before relaxing and maneuvering towards your side. “I want you to experience it too. Sit.”
Sit? Yeah, right.
You slowly flumped down onto the mass after a few seconds, legs left dangling from the break-off. You couldn’t help but look down, faced with an even better scope of the dunes that seemed a lot smaller now individually. You felt a small rush of adrenaline ignite in your veins, like a jerry can being emptied onto a blazing flame. Isa slotted herself beside you.
“I found this place off the side of a track. It was quiet. Not many visitors.” She began disclosing another bit of her time in Redline. She didn’t talk about her time much. “I sat here sometimes.”
Isa bent her elbow around your side, a reassurance that she wouldn’t let you fall off, at least, not so easily. Time passed slowly here. Her grip was stronger than you remember. You very slightly leaned onto your knees, looking around the profound desert surface.
“It is beautiful. Thank you for... bringing me here, Isa.”
The Salvonian glanced at your side profile briefly, then back down. She didn’t say anything immediately. Her arm flexed again, tightening ever so slightly until her palm placed flat on your side.
“Stop it with that. Just look.”
“Why do you keep doing that?” You suddenly questioned.
You murmured idly, eyes flickering upwards until you met her again. You were surprised to find that she was already looking at you.
“What?”
“That,” you demonstrated, slowly clamping your fingers over her side and squeezing repeatedly. Not necessarily in the ticklish way, but to show what you meant.
“It’s dangerous here. If you fall, you will die. I shouldn’t have to explain that to you.”
Isa shook her head, lightly swatting your hand off her as her dark strands flicking to the side for a moment. She was oddly averting from you. You weren't that intimidating.
Only when you looked away from her did she clear her throat.
Hi! I was wondering if you can make vantage dating hcs please and thank you •3•
VANTAGE // XIOMARA CONTRERAS.
GN! SFW GENERAL DATING HCS.
warnings: mention of bugs and description of a centipede.
audience: gender neutral.
word count: 1326.
a/n: this one was sorta hard to do? Very likely ooc. Vantage isn't really someone I write stuff about at all... so I hope this is decent, anon. Thank you for the request.
HCS BELOW THE CUT.
Could probably win the Guinness World Record for being utterly clueless on what she’s doing. She misunderstood the whole, “would you like to be my partner” thing at first.
At first, didn’t understand the difference between a platonic relationship and a romantic relationship. She kinda just thought they were the same thing, so she’s automatically a little confused about what you both are.
“Huh? But you are my partner. Echo thinks so. I think so. You think so. Why are you asking me again?”
You’ll have to teach her some things. The only affection she grew up with came from her mother, and even then, Vantage was taught not to worry about everything regarding the outside world including traditional love and affection.
She knows what it is, but she never imagined herself in that situation until you came along.
Clumsy kisser, but she gets a pass because she’s learning. She’s easy to melt into, but she doesn’t know how to keep it going in the way that’s considered sexy or attractive. She almost suffocates you sometimes because she doesn’t know how much is enough, so she’ll look at you all confused.
Speaking of suffocating, she can hold her breath for a long time, and she’s an excellent swimmer. Despite her home planet being an ice world, she’s made some interesting decisions to break and jump into freezing water.
Also... she kinda just... doesn’t understand how people aren’t able to swim or climb. She thinks you were just born knowing those things.
She’ll try to teach you if you’d like, but she’s not a fantastic teacher. She gets brownie points for being a motivator.
She’ll question everything in your house, no matter how many times she’s been there already. She doesn’t get the hint when to stop.
Starer, but not on purpose.
She also doesn’t find the talk or look of nakedness embarrassing or anything. She just looks at it naturally because... that’s your body.
No concept of TMI either. She’ll tell you EVERYTHING that’s on her mind whether it’s embarrassing or not.
Fat lack of social skills, so when it comes to professional talk, you might have to help her out.
Runs really warm, so she’s a good hugger and natural cuddler, but she can get overly into it if she’s really happy.
A crazy good sense of smell. She can identify any scent within a mile. It gets a little weird, too. If you’re eating something unfamiliar to her, she leans over and gets a whiff of it and tells you a few of the ingredients in there that you don’t even remember putting in there.
Will drag you hiking with her. She knows a lot of cool spots in the Outlands and loves walking through nature. She might accidentally leave you behind with how much and how long she can walk without a break.
It’s also a good time for her to let Echo out to free roam. It’s no secret that he’s spoiled, so she lets you pet him any time you want. He likes to sniff at your food, though. The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Thinks bugs are really cool to see because they do so much for the ecosystem despite being seen as gross by society. She’s the type to randomly pick up a bug to show it to you, confused on why you backed away so much.
Insect dislikers beware.
Knows everything about plants and how to use them to her advantage in survival.
That includes medicine. If you get hurt, she has no issue in slicing the stem of a plant she finds and wrapping your wound with a clean cloth.
She’ll also inadvertently rub it in, but only because she wouldn’t have made that mistake.
“How did you do that? The branch was right below you... and... you... didn’t... see that?”
Always keeps a pack of jerky in her backpack whenever she or Echo gets hungry. With you in the mix, she packs a little more.
Echo is with you guys literally all the time. She doesn’t believe in letting someone babysit him or put him in a cage, as animals deserve to roam free like they were meant to do.
Xiomara is one of those people with a bunch of random and rather strange animal facts memorized. You two could be in silence for a few minutes and she’ll turn over--
“Did you know that Vultures pee on their legs to cool down and get rid of parasites? Cool, huh?”
Doesn’t know how to use a stove, so don’t let her touch yours.
Will put her hand over the heat just to feel it.
You can get her attention with things like quality time. She likes taking you places, even if she doesn’t have a reason to, as long as it has nature in it. She doesn’t like zoos though.
Learned to love physical touch. Once she gets the gist of being a good kisser, she’ll be unstoppable. She likes giving and receiving things like hugs, cuddles, and holding hands.
She does get sweaty from time to time, though. And as embarrassing as it sounds, you have to remind her that bathing is necessary.
A lot more concerned for her mother than she looks. It’s concealed with all the publicity she gets, but it’s the entire reason she joined the Apex Games. She’s often overshadowed as young and inexperienced with the battlefield rather than viewed as someone trying to raise awareness about her mother’s situation, and it does anger her. It gives her a habit of some passive aggressiveness whenever she’s too overwhelmed. She doesn’t mean to do it, but it kinda just slips out.
She acknowledges that it’s an issue if you speak to her about it, but it’s just one of her negative traits and something that would come up in your time together.
Leaves crunched and molded into the earth below with each step you took, trying not to fall again after your last battle earlier with a random branch that had taken out your ankles. Xiomara had no issue walking ahead with Echo perched on her shoulder, with the wombat occasionally flying off and returning a few minutes later to snack on the jerky that Xiomara had left for it in an open food box.
“Oh! Look!”
Xiomara suddenly halted her steps, nearly causing you to stumble into her back. The survivalist crouched, ushering you down with a hand. You complied, your knees noticeably aching with how long it had been since you got a proper rest. You blinked, staring at the rock that was between you two. You assumed she was just going to show you some cool plant you found just like earlier, harboring the gorgeous viridescent petals that seemed to gleam with the embrace of the sun.
Once Xiomara carefully flipped the rock with her palm, you were presented with anything but beautiful.
Long, segmented, probably venomous.
A centipede.
Your body immediately sprung back, your butt making contact with the dirt. That’s the second time today this forest has taken the breath out of you. Xiomara collected the creature into her hands, allowing it to scuttle between her fingers and upwards on her wrist.
“What?”
“You’re holding a centipede! That’s what!”
“So what? They’re cool! See?”
Xiomara shrugs, extending her hands to let you see it for yourself. The centipede was kinda just... chilling on your partner’s hand. It wasn’t doing anything, but it was surely freaking you out. Too many legs.
“Oh--no, no, no! You keep that from me!”
Your butt scooted backwards from Xiomara. She finally lowered her hand, using her free hand to lift the rock again, and letting the centipede wiggle back into its home.
“You’re being a baby. It’s more scared of you than you are of it.”
Xiomara extended a hand, effortlessly guiding you back to your feet.
“Let’s keep going. Even if you are scared of a little bug.”
warnings: none.
audience: gender neutral.
word count: 1283.
a/n: Second dump. This is my interpretation.. anyway.. love her.
HCS BELOW THE CUT.
Tressa seriously has the hibernating instincts of a bear in winter, but she actually just hibernates all year round. You’ll never see eyebags under her eyes unless she’s dedicated to a project she absolutely cannot put down.
She’s a little puzzled about the bed situation at first. She trusts you enough to sleep in her bed, but she doesn’t know how to actually... manage the positions part of the sleeping situation.
In short, she’s used to taking up the entire bed and all the covers. Good luck with THAT.
Safe to say, Tressa really values her personal space.
Thankfully, her blanket is huge, not to mention soft. A lot of her payouts go towards her own comfort, besides her efforts to rehabilitate Cleo.
Her room is also reallllyyyy cozy. Candles, soft lighting, and a whole lot of her own trinkets. She has full shelves of books and different crystals she uses for different rituals of hers. Both of her nightstands are messy with different tarot boxes and a few books she puts to the side.
If you’re living with her, she’ll clear a side out for you. She’ll let you pick a side if she’s feeling nice that day.
She’ll be attached to a side to sleep on, so don’t bother trying to change it up. She’s already mildly annoyed with having to share her bed in the first place, but it isn’t the malicious kind of annoyed.
She likes to read right before bed and has dropped a book on her face a few times. She’s actually pretty used to it.
She likes quiet, but the comfortable kind of quiet, when you’re both doing something, but it isn’t an awkward silence.
She’ll let you clean off her makeup.
If you prefer tea... she’ll offer it to you before she goes on with her nightly routine. She has a coffee machine as well, but she doesn’t use it.
She has a dedicated tea cabinet. You can literally find any blend you want if you look for it. It’s gotta be there somewhere.
After longer competition days, she likes to start a bath before bed, and she makes that water steaming and scalding before she gets in. She tosses a few oils in it, some candles, and then pops some bubbles in that tub. She doesn’t get out for a while.
How does she handle that kind of heat but not the cuddling heat? You’ll never know.
Not a big cuddler. She’s okay if you want to lean on her side while she’s reading or doing something else, but otherwise doesn’t like being held in place. Not because she doesn’t care about you, she’ll adjust slightly if you’re a physical affection kind of person, but she isn’t used to sharing her space so much with another person, much less a partner.
You’ll have to ask to cuddle at first, or at least give her enough of a cue. She’ll always let you in, but she really appreciates the ask. She’ll lift her arm and let you slip under it if she’s lying on her back.
She’s awkward the first few times. Very awkward. Yes, Tressa is introverted, but she’s more awkward than she is shy. She has no romantic experience or cuddling experience.
She is observant, however. She remembers small things about you that you like or makes you more comfortable.
Tressa is really... REALLY good (trust me on this one) with her fingers from her terraforming work. If you like scalp massages, you’re in heaven. She doesn’t have much experience with giving massages, but if she does it absentmindedly while propping a book, she can make someone fall asleep quick.
She won’t really notice either. Unless she’s planning on going to sleep as well.
She likes to keep her hands busy to keep herself focused, but if you benefit from it, that’s just a plus.
If she’s not reading, she’ll offer to show you around her tarot if you’re interested. Referring back to her fingers, she can do impressive card tricks, but she likes to use an older deck for that to not ruin newer ones.
It warms her up a bit to impress you.
When she finally sleeps, she leans into her side of the bed and drags most of the blanket with her. You’ll have to lean into the center of the bed if you want even a sliver of blanket.
If you put cold feet on her even one time, you’re risking a literal hex.
Both a light and a hard sleeper. It depends on the kind of day she had. It also determines if she curls up or splays herself out to conveniently take up the entire mattress.
Takes a bunch of naps during the day. Even at the most random times, don’t be surprised to see her snuggled into those covers. She’ll let you in if you nudge her, and she’ll very slowly roll over like she’s hauling five bags of potatoes. Adds a groan in there too for extra effect to make sure you know that you’ve annoyed her.
She sleeps like she’s dead.
She really likes sleeping on her stomach and propping her chin on a pillow if she doesn’t want to move. She’s lazy like that.
She doesn’t like cuddling in the middle of the night. She gets too hot.
If you wake up due to a nightmare, she doesn’t mind staying up to help you fall back asleep. She’ll offer a cup if you want, and maybe a tea leaf reading to comfort and distract you. After all, she’s been doing it for so long.
She also doesn’t get up for just anyone.
Rarely, she’ll have nightmares herself. She gets hot and squirms around for a while until she finally wakes up and tosses the blanket away from herself. If she feels comfortable enough to talk, it’s often about the same thing, relating to her childhood, when one of her best friends had died. A girl named Margo.
If she or you can’t sleep, she resorts to sitting out on the balcony with a hot cup. She’ll go on a talk about different stars and constellations if you let her. Astrology is her whole thing.
She’ll get fun with it if you know absolutely nothing. She’ll point to a few stars and tell you to connect the dots and tell her what you see. She’s not above teasing either.
“One.”
Tressa points to a prominent dot in the sky. She raises her finger towards another.
“Two. Three. Four...”
The witch points to them all, totaling to about... seventeen, as she sets her hands back down, cradling a warm cup of earl grey instead. She takes a sip as she gestures for you to tell her what you see. You lean in as if the stars would grow any larger, squinting through your exhaustion to verify the amount of dots and trying to see the shape of them combined. This was way more entertaining than sleeping anyway.
“It... sort of... resembles a guy lying down. I’m not seeing anything special here, Tressa...”
The witch places down her cup on the small, ornate table, side eyeing you for a moment before explaining it. She won’t shame you for not being as knowledgeable as she was. Besides, astrology isn’t always someone’s cup of tea.
“It represents the Maiden. It means to analyze and adapt whenever conflict arises.”
“Huh. But it does kind of look like a guy lying down.”
Tressa narrows her eyes before fixating back at the beautiful arrangement of specks. The night sky was awfully bright tonight. The witch hummed, before returning her gaze to your own.
warnings: none.
audience: gender neutral.
word count: 1026.
a/n: first ever tumblr post. I write most of my stuff at three in the morning, so this is where I plan to dump shorter things that are too short for AO3. I don't expect this to get much attention in a relatively dead fandom, but asks are also open if people want to request specific headcanons... or have questions.
HCS BELOW THE CUT.
As long as possible, Isa would prefer to keep you far from her work, and especially from racing, as much as she loves the thrill of having a rival and someone to compete with. After Weaver passed, Isa felt a sense of disbelief that her rival had really passed away.
Since joining the Apex Games, that’s been her replacement for a thrill.
She wouldn’t want you to end up similar to her parents, with her father dying and her mother ending up depressed. Competing is an escape for her to punch her feelings into when she’s anxious or upset.
Lots of pride, you’ll drown in it. She’d risk any part of her body if it won her the game, trophy, badge, whatever.
Isa accepts any challenge and you’ll just kinda have to... deal with that, even if it’s dangerous and you don’t like it. Ping Pong, a race, a tabletop game, a literal bloodsport, she’d do it all.
She gets WAY too competitive about it.
Had added way too much force to her racket during a casual game of Ping Pong, sending the ball hurling towards a wall, ricocheting off, and trickshotting Mirage in the eye. He ended up with a black eye for a little while.
It’s good to pull her away sometimes, even if she does get annoyed about it.
Able to take care of herself of course, but obviously holds a toxic mindset towards competition.
Her pride can blind her from her partner’s feelings. It’s one of her red flag traits. Again, something you’ll have to just deal with. Talking about it is like mopping up water from a running tub. If your relationship is long term and you’ve known her for a while, she might ease up if you mention it.
Her big no is trying to keep her from the Apex Games though. When you first got into a relationship with her and even before that, Isa made it apparent that her work meant a lot to her. It’s what she lives for.
In a domestic setting, Isa is pretty bad at the normal things like cleaning. She can clean decently, but she will always complain about how tedious it is.
She only makes simple meals, but she’s able to make a lot more sophisticated meals if she puts her mind to it. She normally doesn’t bother. If it energizes her, then she’s alright.
Don’t even ask her about settling. She’s not a marriage person either. She doesn’t see a point in the label.
Not a kid person, but she’s also not awfully terrible at babysitting. Still, she shouldn’t be the number one pick to leave a child with.
She’s a sweet cuddler if she’s exhausted. She wouldn’t admit liking ANY warmth, and would probably bring out the stubborn, “I’m just resting my eyes, I work hard,” as she slowlllyyyy puts more weight on your shoulder... and suddenly begins a soft snore. It isn’t loud, but it’s easy to tell when she falls asleep and her breathing grows deeper.
Isa sleeps deeply, especially after the amount of energy she spends during the day. She sleeps like a rock.
Mumbles in her sleep.
But she gets very pissed if you somehow manage to wake her up.
In the mornings, she likes to wake up before you do and go for a run. She insists that it warms her up before she goes to compete.
Not fond of pet names unless they’re semi-degrading towards you. If you call her any pet name, especially in public, you’re not making it home safe, and not in the sexy way.
Her love language includes quality time and gift giving. Gifts let her have a way to remember you while she’s out and about, while quality time is something she wants to hold onto for as long as possible before it’s inevitably ripped away from her. She became more needy for it after her parents had been lost to Redline, but she doesn’t say that.
PDA is a no. She knows she’ll get teased, and she doesn’t have time for that.
If you want a kiss in private, she makes a game of it. Can you do this? Can you do that? Can you beat me in rock, paper, scissors?
She gets annoying about it too. Sometimes she might purposefully make things more difficult for you just to see your face puff up. She rewards you with a good peck, though. Her black lipstick is really hard to wipe off.
Holds things away from you for fun while encouraging you to try harder to get it back from her.
Doesn’t initiate hugs, but if you initiate them quick enough, she’ll let you cling to her for a few extra seconds.
She likes massages, specifically over her back muscles and trapezius.
Shockingly.. really good at art? Give her a marker and she marks your arm up with little doodles. She probably could’ve made it as a tattoo artist as well.
NEVER challenge her to air hockey. Your fingers will end up smashed and you’ll be lucky not to break them.
Can grill absolutely killer burgers and complain if you don’t know how and state that it’s a basic skill.
Definitely reeks of motor oil sometimes.
She keeps a workshop in the lowest part of the house for her attachments and dealing with her prosthetics. Will come up from time to time to grab a bite before slinking herself back down the stairs, spending most of her time in there. She doesn’t really let you in there, but if she does, she explicitly warns you not to touch anything.
Rarely will have bouts of phantom pain in her legs, but she won’t seek you out for it. She ranks a 2/10 on the communication scale.
If you cut yourself or get yourself minimally injured somehow, she isn’t the coddling type. For you, she’d help you wrap it up before telling you to stop complaining about it.
“Real winners don’t whine. Steh auf.”
Overall, kind of like a big, standoffish cat. You have to let her come to you first.
