Another human Firepaw because I love drawing him so much!
Here are some human Firepaw headcanons because...I
-he is super short (obviously)
-his favourite colour is yellow
-he is a theatre kid, he loves plays and musicals, and is really good at playing the piano (but he's too shy to play it in front of anyone in case he gets teased or something so only his friends know how well he plays it)
-is a master at old arcade games (especially pacman)
-likes spicy food
I'll think of more but yeah.... Hope you like them!
-whispers- for a drabble prompt: how about a cute tiny minna following around a grumpy forge fire while trying not to be seen by him?
We´re alljust gay little beans aching for some good dad figures, aren’t we?
Thud.
Theelemental winced as she waited with held breath. The fall from the exposed woodpanels of the ceiling had been… a little noisier than she had expected. Onesecond, two seconds. He didn’t turn around. She bolted towards the wall, hiding behind a… tapestry, was it called?Vulcan didn’t stop walking, shoulders squared in a way that said that he hadImportant Business, as the bigger monsters called them, to attend to. He hadn’tnoticed a thing, right? How? The smack of her leather boots against the stonefloor was way too loud, way too noticeable.
She glancedaround anxiously as his steps faded way too quickly into the distance- how theheck did he manage to walk so fast anyway? Her eyes searched panickily alongthe hall- Tapestries, a chair, soft fabrics… she needed to muffle her footstepssomehow! She could never follow him this way!
Theelemental shyly glanced from behind the tapestry. His flame was fading into thedistance, she needed to be quick- wait.
Hmmmm.
Her flames gleamed in satisfied pinks and purples.Perfect.
Vulcan didn’tturn around when he noticed a blue light, barely reaching his waist level. Hestubbornly ignored the flickers of giddy pink and yellow and the quiet gigglesof a child aware of their own resourcefulness, barely able to hold back a smileat the kid’s antics. She had been glued to him for close to a week now, and shewasn’t even two weeks old. He couldn’t blame her, to be honest. Her summonersand overworked escort weren’t the… fatherly kind. No wonder she was seekingguidance and affection like a lovestruck puppy.
She didn’t havea name yet. Her summoners, busy as they were with the stick up their ass,hadn’t settled on one, but it appeared to be a close tie between Candela andMinna. But she did answer to “Clever one”. And she quite deserved it, he sighed,as the flow of barely noticeable steps was interrupted as she climbed to a box,then jumped, sneaky as a cat to another one, death grip on a pillow she hadgotten from angel-knows-where. He continued walking… and her steps completelyfaded.
Wait. Was that intentional?
He grittedhis teeth and went on his way, cursing at his loud steps and heavy cane. Cleverone indeed, he hoped. Sure, it wasgreat that she learned how to keep quiet and be sneaky- it would probably saveher life someday. But every parental instinct on his body demanded he wentlooking, what if she got herself trapped under something, what if she somehowfell on water, oh angel above where is she-
Snap.
- “… that´snot good.”- he heard, from somewhere behind him.
Quick aslighting he made his way to where he believed the sound came from. Not on theboxes, she wasn’t on the bookshelf-
“Over here.”
He lookedup. And there she was, indeed, smack in the middle of the ceiling, one hand holdingonto the exposed wood, iron grip on the pillow, completely deadpan and calmlike if she wasn’t hanging 10 feet above ground. Her flames sparked contently.
“Hi.”
He stared,dumbfounded for a split second - “How…”-
“Thepillow´s too fluffy.” She answered, as it somehow explained everything.
He laugheda little despite himself. Angel aboveshe was adorable. He settled his cane on a nearby box and wordlessly held his armsopen. With barely any trace of hesitation she let go, and as he caught her thepillow smacked him in the face, and with a startled gasp she threw it at theboxes, like it somehow had committed an act of maximum betrayal.
- “Goodwork, aren’t you a clever one?”- He smiled as he limped to deposit her on theenemy-of-the-state pillow, and quickly added – “Muffling your steps like that,climbing over stuff to change the flow of movement, I didn’t even notice youthere!”-
She beamedup at him, pride decorating her flames a furious pink, and he sighed good-naturedly.She was a good kid. Cheerful and charming, smart and strong. She had potential,which both made him proud and scared him.
He hopedthat potential would keep her alive someday.
yahuaa replied to your post: firepa replied to your post: anonymous...
You took a level in badassery when you created bolters in Shinji and Warhammer40k. You stood your ground against the alien menace. look into firepa’s eyes with the cybernetic eyes of a techpriest. It is your calling.
hey bro, i never have any idea what youre saying but i appreciate it nonetheless. keep doing your thing ok
*looks into firepa's eyes with the cybernetic eyes of a techpriest*
