#sidesteps

[wisecrackzach]

Sidesteps Chart

Please appreciate that my main Step's villain name is Brutus because Ortega is her Caesar

[friendlyfirestarter]

@catastrofriend sorry for the delay, but thank you for the tag! Doing something for my dork, Brianna

Thanks @thatsushichick for the art also

[dayumli]

Sidestep era.

Basically a au. Where all my sidesteps coexist, maybe they all escaped the farm together? Who knows. I just needed their appearances settled

(Zane has lots of Charge merch.)

[mutantenfisch]

Something something eyes and mirror to the soul something something. Alternative title: I try to give my Sidesteps different eye- and eyebrow shapes because i can and because i need the practice.

[ladyshivs]

23, 29, 50 for all your Steps pretty please! :)

23. How would they want to die?

Oof! Going for the throat! XD

Richard is actively suicidal. With the loss of his legs, the loss of his anonymity, the very real potential of the farm knowing who and where he is, and Daniel now considering him his nemesis, Richard's preferred way of dying is as quickly and neatly as possible.

He still has his work to do, taking down the farm, but once that's over and finished, he's got nothing left to live for. His preferred manner would be hanging or good old fashioned bath-tub bleed out. Less mess from both of those ways.

Lydia doesn't think about it. She's not going to think about it. She believes the way she is most likely to die is in a fight or in some sort of 'work related accident'.

Rohid just doesn't want to die in a cage, but if that's were the path they're on leads them, it's where it leads them. That fate motivation hits Rohid square in the inability to want things for themselves, and neuters their ability to strive for anything. That includes having a preference for how they might die and trying to stay alive because one form of death isn't preferable.

Henrietta wants to never die, slipping her consciousness from body to body indefinitely.

Sal wants to pass away at a very old age surrounded by friends and loved ones who never knew anything about who he actually was as a person. If he can make the regenerator work properly, they won't even be able to expose him in death.

29. If they were real would you be friends with them?

Unlikely.

Richard and I would get along with our inherent hater nature, but he's driven and motivated and I'm far too relaxed for it to be anything but passing acquaintances. If he knew I controlled what happened to him and actively made his life harder, I imagine he'd torture me in much the same way he did Regina in HNtF.

Lydia is too materialistic for us to be strong friends, but we could be workplace friends level.

Rohid and I would likely never cross paths. We have exceptionally little in common.

Henrietta would despise me. I would despise Henrietta.

Sal wouldn't be my friend but he would try to sell me a 2010 Honda Civic that he doctored the mileage on and used acrylics to paint over the scratches on.

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

Marge Simpson voice: I just think they're neat!

Richard: his determination.

Lydia: her refusal to be dismissed.

Rohid: their convictions.

Henrietta: She's just mean and that's fun to write sometimes.

Sal: smarm.

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took so long to reply to!

[agent-darkbootie]

FHR 2 is out so here’s a few doodles that are from my own little FHR universe with @lazyvoyager ‘s sidestep cause I’m addicted to my blorbos

[hewwo-owotega]

Show your fangs

Fic about Sidestep after they get loose between HB and Rebirth, possible sleep tw

You're limping along parallel to the highway.The sun's finally disappearing beneath the horizon, staining the line where the desert meets the sky bottle green and overhead a deep blue. You look up and-

Oh god, stars. You hadn't even realized you missed stars. How long has it been? There's so many more of them than you remember.

You're startled out of your reverie by yellow light sweeping away the shades of grey around you. Headlights? It hurts to reach out, like stretching an over-used muscle, but you brush fingers against their mind. She's headed towards the next town and it's miles away. Almost impossible for you on foot when you're already exhausted. But for her sturdy old truck?

It's not too difficult to tighten you grip a little, urge her to pull over to a stop next to you on the shoulder. She's a kind soul. But the ache behind your eyes tells you not to hold it too long.

"Not much to see out here," she calls out as the window crawls downwards.

"You're telling me," the forced chuckle sounds awful. Like you're years out of practice. You shift your grip on her just a little, debating how much you want to let her see.The decision gets made when she wonders what you're doing out here. It doesn't take much to tuck those questions behind thoughts of how awful you look, swaying in your struggle to stay upright.

"...You need a ride into town?"

"That would be awesome, actually."

The next thing you're really aware of is the feeling of cool glass against your forehead as you gaze up, head tilted against the passenger side window to try and keep the stars in sight from your seat. Later you'll sort this out, wipe your face from her mind and replace it with something unremarkable. For now though, you think you might rest your eyes for just a second.

[thatsushichick]

girls’ night