#also I hate this ref I was trying so hard to make them look like kittens

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um. here he is . my guy . obsessed with him

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Falling, Literally - Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Y/n’s trying to keep their relationship a secret. Aggie doesn’t care-- not when Y/n’s concussed, good thing their teammates are too focused on the game to notice anything.

Warnings: mentions os blood, head injuries etc <3

Word count: 3.1k

Notes: The last part was based on a request!

MASTERLIST

Part 2 here

..

Games against Chelsea were always brutal, fast-paced, and full of tension- exactly what you'd expect when two top clubs clashed, especially two England clubs with such a deep history of rivalry in both men's and women’s teams 

Y/n was wearing red. Her color–and the color of London– when she went flying down through the left wing, taking the ball Kyra had just passed to her, eyes set on the box. 

She had one change. There were no defenders on her side. She was faster, one of the fastest players of the league, so she was used to making these kinds of goal opportunities alongside her teammates. 

They knew they could make a long pass, and Y/n would be there to take the ball.

Y/n cut inside and felt the pressure behind her, not too close, but close enough. Lucy Bronze was running in her direction. She didn’t have much time and struck the ball just as the defender slid in.

Y/n knew it was a sloppy shot, especially because the ball didn’t hit the angle she wanted. She took too long to do it, but nonetheless the ball soared past Hampton, slamming into the back of the net– but Y/n didn’t see it. 

Right after the kick, Y/n slipped in the wet grass of the pitch, her boot catching awkwardly on the turf, and went sliding straight into the goalpost.

Hard.

She heard the fans screaming happily, and then she heard nothing–only the sickening thud that echoed across the whole stadium in the middle of London

A sickening thud echoed across the stadium.

There were Gasps, then whistles and when Y/n didn’t get up right away…Silence.

Y/n lay on the ground, dazed. She tried to open her eyes, but her vision was blurry, and the lights from the stadium felt like sharp knives on her eyes. 

She felt something warm dripping down her forehead right into her neck, it didn't take too long for her to realise it was blood…the thick smell of iron filled her nose quickly. 

Y/n  blinked up, trying to open her eyes again. When she did, she expected to find her people, the Arsenal players looking down at her, but instead, of all people, Chelsea’s keeper, Hampton, was the one crouched by her side, waving frantically at the ref.

“Blow the whistle!” Hannah shouted. “She’s hit her head! There’s blood”

‘Oh, ’ Y/n thought, ‘if she’s asking to stop the game, it must be bad.’

“I’m good, Hannah,” Y/n slurred as she tried to sit up. “Just, hm, I need water.”

“No, you're not.”

 Leah’s voice came–her captain's tone was on.

Y/n watched as Hannah took a step back, leaving only Leah near Y/n. 

Great, now they were following the concussion protocol.

“Does it hurt?” Leah asked, kneeling beside Y/n and pressing a gentle hand on her shoulder, holding Y/n's hand so she wouldn’t move. Her voice was firm, steady, and Y/n hated to admit it… grounding.

“Did it go in?” Y/n asked, blinking at the sky and ignoring Leah’s question, “Was it a goal?”

“It doesn’t matter right now,” Leah muttered. “You’re bleeding.”

Leah waved for the medics, who were already rushing towards them. 

It felt weird. It was like the world was moving too fast for Y/n to process what was happening.

The referee also came, kneeling beside Y/n.

“Are you ok?” The referee asked, stopping her clock and writing something down in a little notebook. “The medics are coming, alright?”

“Was it a goal, referee?” Y/n murmured again, feeling her vision getting worse.

The referee chuckled. “I’ll have to rewatch it — just wanted to make sure you’re okay first.”

When the medics arrived, the referee stood and backed off, letting them work.

“Look who we have here,” Luis, Arsenal’s doctor, said, a warm smile on his face. 

He touched Y/n’s forehead with his gloves, which made Y/n groan. Luis then gently wiped the blood from her face with a cloth before making a bandage with gauze and tape.

“You cut your forehead, you’re gonna need stitches.”

Y/n didn’t really care. Her head felt heavy, her eyelids heavier. Everything sounded far away.

“Nope,” Luis said quickly, noticing the way Y/n’s eyes were fluttering. He opened her eyes with her hand before flashing a hard light on them. “You can’t sleep right now.”

“Tired,” Y/n mumbled.

“I know,” Luis said as he examined her eyes. “But stay with me.”

“Le,” Y/n said, trying to take the light from Luis’s hand, but failing as her captain held her hands. “Did the referee check already?”

“She’s still checking VAR, but I think the flag went up.” Leah sighed. “Now stop talking.”

Y/n kept talking.

“This is why I hate offside rules,” Y/n mumbled, feeling her eyes getting heavy again. Stupid line man.” Y/n groaned.

“It was a lineswoman.”Leah chuckled under her breath. “Miss concussion.”

“I don’t have a concussion,” Y/n mumbled, clearly concussed.

Then, mercifully, the referee blew the whistle and pointed to the center spot.

Goal given.

Y/n threw her hands in the air from the ground. “Fuck yeah!!”

Then she immediately winced, clutching her head. “Okay. Never mind. I have a concussion.”

Luis and Leah each held one arm and helped Y/n to her feet, walking with her off the pitch as she was subbed off. Leah quickly went back as the game started again. 

They had only 15 more minutes of playing. Arsenal was winning 2 - 0, so they just needed to strengthen their defence.

Lotte welcomed Y/n on the bench, wrapping an arm around her, and she congratulated Y/n on the goal. Luis quickly appeared with a compress to her head and more wipes, cleaning her temples and her neck from the blood.

He murmured something about going to the hospital later–stitches, observation protocol–something like that, but Y/n wasn't paying attention. She only cared that she scored and it counted.

Y/n watched the game–vision blurry and everything, Lotte nudged her by the side whenever she got too sleepy. Luis' eyes were on her at all times. 

And then, the final whistle blew. Arsenal had won. 

The team ran onto the pitch to celebrate, but Y/n wasn’t cleared to join. Luis shot her a warning look, and Y/n just rolled her eyes–actually, she just tried, because for some reason, her face wasn’t cooperating.

“You stay here,” Luis pointed at Y/n, sounding like a parent. “I just need to make a quick trip to the infirmary.”

Y/n gave him a slow and unimpressed thumbs-up and sat sulking, cradling a Gatorade bottle like it might solve all her problems. She watched as her teammates jumped into each other’s arms. laughing, screaming and even… crying–Y/n would totally use it against Leah someday.

Luis left.

And then Y/n was alone.

All alone.

And then someone knelt in front of her.

Someone who Y/n knew better than anyone. Someone who had woken up beside her that morning.

Aggie Beever-Jones.

She wasn’t smiling, just like the rest of the Chelsea squad–but her reason was different.

Her brows were furrowed with worry, her hair still in a messy ponytail, sweat still clinging to her skin. Like she hadn’t even stopped into the locker room for a drink of water or to freshen up.

Like she came straight here.  

“Hey,” Aggie said softly, brushing her thumb gently against Y/n’s cheek, a bit of blood smeared on her finger, but she didn’t seem to care “How are you feeling?”

Y/n blinked, looking around like a guilty teenager to see if anyone was watching them.

“You can’t be here. They’ll know.” Y/n whispered.

Aggie gave her a small, mischievous smile. “Hmm. Okay. I don’t care.”

Y/n stared at her for a second,  and then let out a snort. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“I’m not letting my girlfriend sit here with a busted head while everyone else celebrates,” Aggie whispered, her voice suddenly so tender it made Y/ns chest ache. “Besides, it was a hell of a goal.”

Y/n leaned into her touch for just a second. “Even if it gave me a concussion?”

“Especially because of that.”

“And even if it was me? Your rival?” 

“Yes.” Aggie’s eyes crinkled as she smiled.

 “You’re ridiculous.”Y/n’s lips twitched.

“Hm…takes one to know one.” Aggie’s thumb lingered just below Y/n’s cheekbone, the touch soft despite the noise of the stadium around them. 

For a second, it was like nothing else mattered, the shouting, the celebration, the cameras. Nothing.

“Seriously,” Y/n muttered, forcing herself to lean back and glance over Aggie’s shoulder, “if anyone sees you here, they’ll start asking questions.”

“Let them.” Aggie’s voice was steady, low. “You almost knocked yourself out scoring on us, even I– your rival –know how sad it is to sit alone because you’re injured.”

Y/n rolled her eyes–successfully, this time. She should tell that to Luis when he comes back.

“God, stop being nice. You’re making it harder to pretend that I hate you in public.” Y/n groaned.

Aggie smirked, but then her expression turned serious. 

“You scared me, you know.”

And that made Y/n pause, looking carefully at Aggie. Her brows were still furrowed, her shoulders tense.

“When you hit the post and didn’t move? It scared me to death, I thought you had fainted” Aggie sat back on her heels a little as she chewed the inside of her cheek. 

“I’ve never run so fast in my life. I didn’t even wait for the whistle.” Aggie continued, placing a hand on Y/n’s tight.

“You ran over?” Y/n said, something soft creeping into her chest. Soft and…new.

“Hannah was there first,  obviously.” She said, “I didn’t want to make it obvious, but I was behind her.”

The ref told me to back off.” Again, she continued, laughing under her breath. “But I didn’t, I just watched the medic take care of you.”

“I don’t think I remember much from it”. Y/n looked down at her hands, picking at the label on the Gatorade bottle. “My eyes were bad too–they still are–but I just remember seeing Leah and her telling me to keep quiet.”

“She’s good at that,” Aggie said, smirking. “She always tells me to shut on during camp.”

“I hate that I can’t hug you after scoring that goal,” Y/n muttered, her voice low.

“You silly,” Aggie said. “Even if people knew about us, we wouldn’t hug, we’re from different times.”

“Then maybe you should come to Arsenal,” Y/n suggested slyly.

“Oh no! I think you have a fever” Aggie put a hand on Y/n’s forehead, very gently. “You’re acting delusional.” 

“Don’t be mean,” Y/n laughed. “I literally have double vision right now.”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Aggie said, voice soft now, no teasing in it. “You scared me. But you’re okay.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, just smiled and looked at her surroundings. No, Luis, no medics.

She lets her eyes fall shut for a second, resting her head on the back of the seat.

“I know what you’re doing,” Aggie said. “Open them.”

“Stop,” Y/n murmured, keeping her eyes closed.

Aggie pried her eyelids open. lifting an eyebrow.

“You are worse than Luis, I swear–”

Then a voice yelled from across the pitch.

“Y/n! How are you feeling now?”

Y/n jerked her head up, spotting Lotte waving from near the tunnel.

Aggie moved instantly, crouching lower, pretending to tie her boot like she hadn’t just had her hand on Y/n’s face.

‘Great, Aggie.’ Y/n thought dryly. ‘Of all places to tie your boots, the other team’s bench is definitely the best one.’

“Yeah! Lotte!” ”Y/n cleared her throat, casually. “I’m just waiting for Luis to come back, I think he’ll take me to the hospital to get stitches.”

Lotte nodded, satisfied, turning her attention to Aggie. “Hey, good game there, girl”

Lotte didn’t look worried, confused or suspicious of Aggie and Y/n, which was good, great even.

Aggie looked up from her very fake boot-tying mission. “Thank you, Lotte. But next game, we’ll win.”

“We’ll see about that,” Lotte said, before jogging back toward the others.

“I should go.” Aggie stood slowly.

Y/n caught her wrist before she could turn away. “Thank you, baby”

Aggie smiled again, soft and quiet this time. As an expression that was warm and private, just for her.

“If you just wanted some attention from your girlfriend,” she whispered, “you could’ve said so. No need to bust your forehead open.”

Y/n gave her a tired smile. “What can I say? I’m just very much in love.”

Aggie smiled softly, and then, very boldly, pressed their head together, but not enough to actually touch.

“You text me when you get out of the hospital”, she murmured. “Guess I’m gonna be on nurse duties tonight.”

“You don’t need to,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes playfully at Aggie, “It’s probably nothing.”

“I want to,” Aggie said, stepping back. “I can pick you up, just let me know.”

And with one last look, Aggie jogged toward the Chelsea tunnel, blending into the blue blur of her teammates. 

Y/n watched her go, a smile on her face despite the intense headache she had hidden from Aggie.

Oh god, it hurt so bad. And she wasn’t even sure if it was from the skin being ripped open or from the impact with the goal post.

Moments later, Luis returned, carrying a little kit and shaking his head.

“Did you move?” Luis asked, making another bandage

“I didn’t,” Y/n said innocently, already sipping on her Gatorade again. “I was just flirting with my girlfriend from the rival team, you know.”

Silence.

“We might need to do a head CT on you, I don’t think you’re well.”Luis narrowed his eyes. “I think you’re delirious, let’s go.”

..

Y/n’s trip to the hospital wasn’t as she expected. 

She actually had to stay in observation and take medicine because the hit to the goalpost actually hurt her head.

“I told you not to move,” Luis said, sitting on the guest chair and reading a magazine while Y/n sat down on the bed, arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“I didn’t move, Luis!” Y/n said.

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved off.

“I’ve updated the girls about what happened,” Luis said, “And Renee, of course, they said they were going to visit you tomorrow at your house.”

“Tell them I expect a proper celebration on my goal,” Y/n saif. “Since I couldn’t commemorate with them earlier.”

Luis didn’t even look up from his magazine. “You celebrated by launching your skull into solid metal, I think that’s enough commemoration.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. Or, well, she tried to, her head still throbbed every time she moved too fast. 

“I scored, Luis. No one remembers the pain, they remember the goal.”

“I’m remembering the pain,” he muttered. “And the stitches. And I’ll surely remember all the paperwork I’ll have to do.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

Before Luis could bite back, there was a soft knock on the door. Aggie peeked her head inside, her hair tied up in a messy bun and her Chelsea jacket zipped halfway up. 

She looked around the room before settling her gaze on Y/n, a flicker of a smile on her face.

“I come bearing snacks,” she said, lifting a plastic bag.  “And a questionnaire asking if our relationship can be considered stable enough for me to drive you home.”

Luis looked at Aggie, then at Y/n, then at Aggie again.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He asked, putting the magazine down.

“I told you I had a girlfriend and she was from the rival team,” Y/n said, winking.

Aggie just waved. “Hi!”

“I thought you were hallucinating from the concussion!”

“Nope!”

“Oh well,” Luis shrugged. “Are you taking her home?” 

“Yes, ”Aggie nodded.

“Good,” Luis said, picking up his jacket. 

“Then she’s all yours,” Luis said, already walking toward the door. “Good luck–you’ll need it.”

“So it was more serious than you thought, huh?” Aggies asked, sitting on the bed and handing Y/n a bag of crisps and chocolate, which Y/n so happily accepted.

“Yes,” Y/n said, mouthful. “Luis said if I’d hit my head just a little harder, there was a decent chance of internal bleeding.”

Aggie blinked, opening and closing her mouth. “Okay…and why am I the only one in this room reacting like that’s a terrifying sentence?”

Y/n shrugged. “Stuff like that happens.”

Aggie stared at her for a second, then stood up and began quietly packing Y/n’s things into her duffel. “I never had an almost-brain-bleeding,”

“That’s because Chelsea players don’t give their blood, sweat, and tears to the game,” Y/n said without missing a beat, chewing on the crips rather loudly.

Aggie rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you are cute…and concussed.” 

Y/n smiled, leaning back against the pillows, her bandaged head tilted like this was just another regular post-match routine.

“Just…don’t do it again,” Aggie said, in a small voice.

“What?” Y/n raised an eyebrow, mischief already rising to the surface. “Score against Chelsea?”

“I hate you,” Aggie said, biting down a laugh. “Now let’s get ready, you’re coming to my house.”

..

“Hey. Wake up.” Aggie said, poking Y/n’s side. “Wake up..wake up, wake up!!”

Aggie’s voice got louder with each repetition until Aggie was practically jabbing Y/n in the ribs through the blanket.

“I swear to God,” Y/n mumbled, her voice raspy, eyes still closed. “If you wake me up one more time, I’ll bite you.”

“You’re concussed,” Aggie scoffed. “Not possessed, come on.”

“Try me.”

Aggie crossed her arms. “You almost had a brain bleed, I’m just following the protocol the hospital gave me–I have to wake you up every hour.

“I am fine, Agnes,” Y/n groaned, dragging the blanket over her face. “It was almost a brain bleed.”

“I still have to check on you every hour,” Aggie said, rolling her eyes. “I’d rather not get murdered by Arsenal’s medical staff because you decided to take a forever nap.”

There was a pause. Y/n peeked one eye out from under the blanket. “Are you gonna poke me again if I fall asleep?”

“I will–” Aggie looked at her watch. “In exactly fifty-three minutes!”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Y/n sighed dramatically, burning her head into the pillow. 

“A little,” Aggie grinned, plopping down on the edge of the bed, face to face with Y/n as she kissed the girl’s nose. “You're kind of adorable when you're cranky.”

“I’m not cranky. I’m concussed,” Y/n corrected, burrowing deeper into the blanket. “Big difference.”

..

Part 2 here

Let me know if you guys liked it, please <3

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I need to go! No you need to race! - Max Verstappen x SwedishOlympicHockey! Reader

Plot: You get hurt during a hockey match at the Nationals and Mad Max makes a return for all the right reasons!

Usually yours and Max's timetable linked up, you'd be training or doing your tournaments from Monday to Wednesday which Max would join you on before you left in his jet with him to wherever his race was that weekend.

But this week you had a national tournament which was on a Saturday, Sunday where Max was in the world. It was race day for him, and he was using one of the televisions to watch your tournament being streamed.

He couldn't understand any of it, where it was in Swedish so he just watched on with some of the mechanics who knew you and were rooting for you.

It was a good game and you guys were winning, absolutely tearing up the hockey field of the stadium you guys were in. Every time you scored, everyone watching cheered and Max had a big grin on his face when it zoomed in on your face yelling in a smile.

He always found it funny when you smiled as you wore a mouth guard that made your cheeks look puffy.

But things took a turn, it was about 20 minutes until the end of your game and an hour before the race started. All the mechanics were crowed around the TV watching until one of the girls in the opposing team swung their stick up, just as another tripped you up causing the base of the stick to smash into your face.

Max's hand came up to cover his mouth and 'oooooo's' flowed around from the mechanics realizing what just happened.

"Is she okay?" one of them said.

"I could hear something break!" another admitted.

Max watched as a few girls helped you to stand, but it was hard your nose was streaming blood down your face and the knock had clearly made you a little fuzzy.

Max was frowning gripping his fists as he watched the girl who hit you argue with the ref and medics who came out. She was pretty much shouting while you held your nose to try and stop the blood flow coming out.

You were escorted off the pitch and Max immediately went to his phone hounding you with messages asking if you were okay.

When that didn't work he proceeded to blow up your fathers phone who had been at the match in person and would be with you, which also didn't work.

He was so caught up with trying to get in contact with you that he didn't see Christian come up to him.

"Max?" Christian asks tentatively having heard what happened from the mechanics.

"I need to go!" Max exclaims looking up still having no word from your family on how you are doing.

"No, you need to race!" Christian says looking to his watch which showed it wasn't long before he needed to get in the car.

"I can't get in contact with her though, and what if something happens when I'm racing and she needs me!" he admits angrily raising his voice at his team principle.

"Max, calm down!" Christian says, his voice going a little gruffer.

"NO! I need to know shes okay!" he shouts and everyone can tell he's getting madder by the second. He only ever got like this when he was younger and someone crashed into him, he didn't have as well a hold on his emotions back then than he did now. But that was slowly slipping.

He was arguing back and forth with Christian until his phone rang. It was your contact number.

He didn't answer straight away frozen in shock from your number being up there.

"Schat?" he asks as he holds his phone to his ear.

"läckerbit" you tease knowing he hated that nickname.

"Are you okay?" he asks and you can tell he's worried from the tense and strain in his voice.

"Focus on the race, I'm fine and you'll see me soon" you smile into the phone making loads of kissy noises to him before he sighs nodding. You reassure him before you hang up turning to the nurse who was coming back with the x-rays of you nose.

"Yeah, it's definitely broken!" she sighs showing you making ou sigh too.

"Oooo and you have a mild concussion!" she smiles kindly making you laugh a little.

After the race and his podium, Max rushed as quickly as his jet provided to get to the hospital in Sweden you were being helped in.

He tried to sleep on the flight but was far too nervous to the point where he was pacing up and down the free walkway in the middle of the jet until the airhost made him take a seat handing him a beer to calm his nerves.

When he arrived to your private room in the hospital to see you scrolling through your phone he didn't fully take in your appearance at first.

He didn't note the greasy hair, or the bags under your eyes or the stuff helping fix your nose.

"Hey Schat!" he sighs and your head snaps up you look at him in disgust and shock.

"No! Don't look at me!" you cry pulling his hoodie up over you head and face to cover everything. And he couldn't help but laugh at your reaction. Hiding from him as if he hadn't seen you at your worst.

"Why are you hiding from me Princess" he laughs coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed after having taking a picture of your embarrassment.

"Mmmmm i look awful!" you say peeking at him through the hood.

"I think you look beautiful, like always" he grins, kissing you cheek not wanting to risk kissing your lips and numbing his nose with yours.

y/user

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y/user: This weekend in order between my hockey competition and Max’s race.

Image 1 - me and my girlie frejalarsson getting ready for battle (we had a national tournament)

Image 2 - Max at his race to me tacking a hockey stick to the face 😳 (my nose was bleeding pretty bad)

Image 3 - Max leaving after his race on Sunday to fly to me in Sweden to visit me in the hospital. (I looked awful and was embarrassed)

Image 4 - going with Max to Monaco to get cuddles from Jimmy and Sassy

It’s been eventful to say the least!

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redbullracing: get well soon y/n!

maxverstappen1: now I know how you feel when I get into a crash! Scariest moment of my life! So glad you are okay! 🥰

-> y/user: Love you Käresta 🤭🫶🏼

landonorris: get well soon y/n! Need you in the club asap 🍾🎈

-> y/user: i broke my nose Lando …

-> landonorris: so you can’t party with a broke nose? LAME!

-> maxverstappen1: I’m breaking your nose next buddy if you aren’t careful ❗️

-> landonorris: 😦

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What type of parent will Luigi be?

———

👶 Baby phase: Obsessed & overprotective

- Absolutely unhinged about you giving birth. Paces the room. Threatens the nurse (apologizes after). Almost cries the first time the baby cries.

“She’s perfect. You’re perfect. What the fuck. What the fuck.”

- Has that new-dad instinct where he holds the baby like she’s made of glass—but still won’t let anyone else touch her without grilling them first.

“Wash your hands. I said again, Mom.”

- Sleeps with a hand on your waist and one on the bassinet. Dead asleep? Hears one whimper and is up like a guard dog.

- Fully becomes a baby-wearing dad. Hoodie, chain, baby strapped to his chest while he makes breakfast. She spits up on him and he’s like “She can do whatever she wants, it’s fine.”

- If she struggles with colic, teething, or reflux, he loses his mind trying to soothe her.

He’s like: “She’s suffering. I can’t take this. Fix her. I will sell my soul.”

- He cries with her sometimes. You find them both passed out on the couch, her little fingers tangled in his chain.

👧 Toddler years: Chaos dad with a soft spot

- He tries to set rules but folds instantly when she looks up at him with those big eyes.

“One more cookie?—Lu, she already had two.”

“…One more. Half. Half a cookie.”

- Will wear whatever she tells him to. Tiaras. Butterfly clips. Sparkly nail polish. His favorite line?

“Real men wear pink, baby. You see Daddy’s nails?”

- Can and will fight a daycare worker if he thinks someone was rude to her.

“Don’t raise your voice. That’s my daughter. She's two. Don’t make me show you what I learned at two.”

- Doesn’t know how to braid but tries so hard. He watches YouTube tutorials and mutters “fuck” under his breath while brushing through tangles.

- Eventually figures out how to do a tiny ponytail and acts like he invented hair.

- Teaches her how to swear in Italian. Only in Italian. “If she’s gonna cuss, she’s gonna sound cultured.”

🧒 School-age years: Unhinged PTA dad

- Shows up to every event. Talent show? Front row. Soccer game? Screaming like it’s the Super Bowl.

“That’s my girl! You see her footwork?? Ref! REF!”

- Way too invested in her friendships.

“I don’t like that Ava girl. She seems fake. Don’t give her your snacks again.”

- Does all the voices during bedtime stories. Fully commits.

“Once upon a—hold on—baby, this dragon voice isn’t scary enough, gimme a sec—”

- If she’s ever bullied? Luigi’s got no chill. Pulls the principal aside like,

“You better handle it. Or I will.”

- Lets her fall asleep on his chest every weekend during movie night, then acts mad about being stuck but never moves. You catch him smiling at her every time.

- Super aware of how important emotional validation is. He didn’t grow up with much of that, and he swore he’d do better.

“You’re allowed to cry, honey. Crying means you’re feeling. Feeling means you’re alive.”

- Has deep talks with her in the car. Plays her his favorite songs and explains what the lyrics mean.

“This one makes Daddy think of Mommy. Listen to the words, okay?”

- Tells her “I love you” every day, every phone call, every drop-off. Never lets her question it.

👩 Teenage years: Scary but soft

“No dating ‘til you’re thirty. Or until I’m dead. Whichever comes first.”

- Very scary to any boys/girls who show up at the door, but also lowkey cries when she goes to prom.

- Checks her location constantly. Sends her memes at midnight. Still calls her "baby girl" in front of her friends.

- She says “I hate you!” once and it shatters him for 2.5 hours, then he shakes it off and hugs her anyway.

“I love you even when you’re mad at me. Deal with it.”

- Proudest dad in the world at every milestone. Graduation? He sobs. Moving out? He helps her carry her boxes while wiping his face on his sleeve.

Bonus drabble:

It’s past midnight when she starts crying.

Not screaming. Just that soft, hiccupy little sound you know means she’s tired, restless, fighting sleep like she’s got something to prove.

You groan from the bed—bone-tired—but before you can even sit up, Luigi’s already out of the sheets.

“I got her,” he murmurs, voice still low and thick with sleep. “Stay in bed, baby.”

You watch him pad across the nursery barefoot, shirtless, hair messy. His silhouette in the nightlight makes your chest ache.

He leans over the crib and scoops her up like she’s nothing—like she’s weightless.

“Hey, hey,” he coos, pressing her against his shoulder. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss Daddy?”

She whines into his neck. He sways instinctively, hand smoothing up and down her back in slow, practiced strokes.

You expect him to hum. He always does.

But tonight, he sings.

Soft and quiet, like he’s not even sure he means to do it.

A Sinatra song, of course—his voice low and gruff in a way that barely sounds like singing at all:

🎵 “Fly me to the moon… Let me play among the stars…” 🎵

You blink hard. Lie very still. Try not to cry like a sap.

Luigi whispers the next part into her hair, still swaying slow:

🎵 “In other words, baby… kiss me.” 🎵

His palm rubs soothing circles on her back.

She’s stopped fussing completely now. Her tiny fist is curled in the chain around his neck, and her cheek is smushed against his shoulder.

He stays like that even after she’s asleep—just rocking, kissing her forehead.

You hear him whisper, “Daddy’s got you. Always.”

And even though you’re half-asleep, tears slip down your cheeks.

Because you knew he’d be a good dad.

But this?

This is something else entirely.

[factual-fantasy]

26 asks! Thank you!🐕‍🦺

I believe that AI generated """art"""/images are extremely harmful to real artists. Its just a weapon that steals mountains of peoples hard work and is causing real people to lose their jobs.

Its a rotten thing that should be obliterated from the internet. I'm sitting on the edge of my seat waiting expectantly for its downfall.👎👎👎

@axolotlcookie0

If you're talking about making fanart of my designs/character/AUs, please do not. I'm really not comfortable with it :( If you're just trying to show your support then just leave a comment on my artwork or stop by my ko-fi. Those will go a long way for me <:))

I had no idea there was one! <:0 I haven't been keeping up with Welcome Home since Matpat took a step back...

References. Just drown yourself in references. I'm in a discord server that has a bunch of refs for the bots and also am taking dozens of screenshots as I rewatch the show. Just gathering reference after reference and using them religiously as I draw. :00

You mean the factual fam? :0 I thought about adding another character once I hit 30k followers. But when the time came I didn't really have any ideas that I liked.. So for now it'll just be the 5 of us :)

Also thank you so much! :)))

(Referencing this post)

XDDD Average day in the Autobot base!

(Link in ask)

I have not, but they have a neat artstyle! :000

@cherrycreamfairy

Nothing in particular, it been same old same old. 😔

Don't worry! I don't think you're asking to many questions! <:00

Also, I love LOVE LOVE!! The bond between Ratchet and Raf 😭😭💞💞💞

Lastly, I love that character! :DD It looks really neat :)))

(Link in ask)

Man, that's just disgusting. I'll do whatever I can to get it taken down. Thanks for letting me know 👍

I've never heard of it <:00

XDD You're welcome! Use that power wisely now, don't do anything Optimus wouldn't do!☝️

@misscherrypie (Referencing this post)

JHABDJHEHF XDD

(Link in ask)

Thank you so much! :DD I have a fanfic side blog but have since privated all the posts out of embarrassment- so currently I don't write/have any fanfics to share 😅😅--And other than sounding like a hyper five year old when I made that post😅 my opinions remain somewhat unchanged.

Soundwave is still my favorite Decepticon for the same reasons. The silent type that is a beast in combat, and is fiercely loyal to Megatron will always be cool to me. As for the other Decepticons, the way I would describe them has changed just a bit.

Megatron: I hate him in the way you are supposed to hate a villain. I think he's a really cool character and I enjoy seeing him on screen and seeing what evil deed he'll craft next.👀

Starscream: I used to really hate Starscream. But now his pathetic, sniveling, and cowardly behavior is more funny to me than anything. And its always funny/satisfying to watch him backstab Megatron and throw a wrench in his plans over and over XDD

Knock out: Knockouts incredibly vain and Egocentric personality is really getting on my nerves this second time around. He annoys me whenever he's on screen and keeps making me think that Breakdown was more deserving of life and a redemption arc than K.O. As I close in on the episode where he becomes an Autobot, I highly doubt there will be any satisfying character development that makes his switch from Con to Bot believable. I will surly post a rant about him sometime soon and maybe completely overhaul his character for my AU. 🙄

Shockwave: I've only seen a few episodes with him so far. But I really like him. A hulking scientist that can absolutely flatten you on the battle field. Cold, alien, calculated, unfeeling, shows no mercy or fear.. he's pretty cool to me XDD

Airachnid: I hate her but not in a fun way like Megatron. She's just an annoying villain with an annoying personality that keeps getting away when she really shouldn't have. 🙄

Predaking: Only seen this guy for a few episodes too. And I haven't gotten to the ones where he talks yet. But I don't like him much already. The stakes already felt high and realistic enough. But then you add a reincarnated overpowered cybertronian dragon thing into the mix? Just made it feel more fantastical and like there's too much going on at once. Not really a fan of him so far. <:/

Dreadwing and Skyquake: The ending these two had made me very sad. Skyquake dying in his debut episode and then having his death/body striped of all its honor by being resurrected and used as a weapon.. Only for him to mindlessly wander the shadow realm for eternity.. I can only hope he became one with the allspark and has no connection to his body..

Then Dreadwing.. The pain he must have felt when he learned of what Starscream did to Skyquake.. and he didn't even get the chance to avenge his brother.. I really hope they're both at peace together with the allspark.

I really liked the two of them, and think they were very well written and interesting characters. I will definitely be writing them into my AU and give them a happy ending where they can be reunited.💚💙

Breakdown: I really, really liked him and think it was horrible writing to kill him off after his encounter with Silas and Bulkhead. Like seriously, what happened in the writing room for this character? They couldn't have hammered it into our heads any harder that Breakdown was setting up to switch to Autobot. I went back through that episode (Season 1, Episode 16) and took some dialogue just to showcase what I mean.

First of all, we have what Megatron said after he is notified that Breakdown was captured by Silas. "If Breakdown allowed himself to be captured by those smaller than him, weaker than him. He deserves whatever fate awaits him."

This shows the viewer that Megatron sees Breakdown as weak for being captured by humans, and thus deems him useless.

Then we hear what Breakdown says when Silas comments about Breakdown being too valuable to let go. "Haha! Megatron will never pay a ransom!" His laughter and this comment shows the viewer that Breakdown believes Megatron will not negotiate with the humans and will simply eradicate the humans in order to rescue him.

These two things showed the viewer that Breakdown thinks Megatron values him and will rescue him, when in reality Megatron absolutely does not value him and has no intentions to rescue him.

Then later on with the bots we get these lines:

Bulkhead: "Mech can melt him down for all I care, let the cons rescue their own!"

Optimus: "It is unlikely that Megatron would bother with an arrand of mercy."

Arcee: "Okay, but this is breakdown we're talking about"

Optimus: "Sometimes we must rise above ourselves for the greater good."

Bulkhead: "Oh what's that supposed to mean!? Breakdowns gonna go all soft and join the cause??"

Optimus: "While it is unlikely any Decepticon will choose the path of good, even they posses the potential for change."

THIS, implies/hammers it SO HARD into the viewers brain that not only is it likely that a Decepticon WILL change, because Optimus believes they all have the ability to do so. But that BREAKDOWN SPECIFICALLY might change after they save him.

After this, we have this interaction between Silas and Breakdown after the Autobots were supposedly blown up.

Silas: "Enjoying the view? Ironically your would be rescuers may be in more pieces than you right now."

Breakdown: "Decepticons don't break that easy!!"

Silas: "Who said they were decepticons?"

Breakdown: "That doesn't make sense. Autobots wouldn't come to rescue me."

This shows the viewer two things. That Breakdown really believes the cons will rescue him, and he doesn't believe the bots would save him for any reason.. But then Bulkhead shows up.

Bulkhead: "It must be your lucky day"

Breakdown: "w...what are you doing..?"

Bulkhead: "Getting you outa here. Yeah, I don't believe it either."

Bulkhead: "Can you walk."

Breakdown: "I.. I think so"

(Alarm starts blaring)

Bulkhead: "Can you run?"

Breakdown transforms his hand into a hammer: "Never run when you can fight"

Bulkhead: "Just keep that thing pointed away from me, alright?"

Breakdown then pauses and kind'a looks at his hammer as Bulkhead moves forward. Eventually following after him.

Later in the fight against Silas, Bulkhead was weakened and fell. Breakdown rushed in to push him out of the way of the helicopter firing the laser. They look at each other, both kind'a surprised by what Breakdown just did.

Later, we then we get this interaction with Starscream.

Starscream: "Consulting with the enemy, Breakdown?"

Breakdown: "Bulkhead got me out of there!"

Starscream: "Many sparkfelt thanks, Autobot. Now destroy him."

Breakdown and Bulkhead look at each other. Both look shocked and hesitate to do anything.

Breakdown: "But y-"

Starscream: "Do you plan on joining their ranks anytime soon? No?? Then be done with it already!"

Breakdown hesitates for several more seconds. "Tough break Bulkhead, maybe in the next life." And then attacks him.

This, once again, was hammering home that Breakdown very likely was going to become an Autobot. He fought alongside Bulkhead and protected him when he didn't have to. And when he was told to destroy Bulkhead, he seriously hesitated and tried to argue with Starscream about it. Before giving in..

Then finally, he have the most damning evidence of all. After Breakdown and Sarscream escape the scene and meet up later on down the road. They have this interaction.

Starscream: "One day you will repay your debt to me Breakdown, the day it comes time to choose sides."

Breakdown: "Uh.. between bots and cons?"

Starscream: "Between myself, and Megatron!"

Breakdown: "...."

Starscream: "Incidentally I suggest that Megatron never know of this rescue. You do want him to think you overcame the puny humans on your own.. don't you."

THIS, interaction is the cherry on top. Starscream implied that if Breakdown wants to go back to the cons, he better make himself look useful and say he got free of the humans himself. This shows Breakdown that Megatron didn't actually send anyone to rescue him. Megatron does not care. So his view of Megatron and the deceptions as a whole was changed with this interaction.

THEN you have the fact that Bulkhead saved him. He doesn't understand why, but no doubt this changed his view of the Autobots and Bulkhead entirely. With their limited resources, they still went out of their way to try and rescue a Decepticon. No doubt the Bots are looking much more merciful and kind than he may have originally thought..

And lastly, us as the viewer get what Breakdown said. "Uh.. between bots and cons?" LITERALLY. This question makes the VIEWER AND BREAKDOWN consider that choice! Why else would they have Breakdown AUDIBLY QUESTION which side he should be on if it wasn't implying that he would later change???

I think it was just garbage writing to kill off Breakdown the way they did. They made an entire episode that basically spelt in big bold letters "Decepticons have the ability to change, and Breakdown is going to choose to become and Autobot." They could not have made that message to the viewers and to BREAKDOWN any more clear if they TRIED.

So basically. I really liked Breakdown and the direction his character was going. And I absolutely hate what the show did to him.

@narrator-girlart (Referencing this post)

Ah sorry, that was just a paid drawing request. I'm not actually apart of the fandom <:/

But I mean hey, I plan to reopen requests soon, maybe you could place an order for me to draw more XDD

@fancymussmuss

Aww that sounds really sweet! :) Any opportunity for Ratchet to bond with the kids and learn more about human culture is a win for me! :DD

@ilobewallmark

Thank you! :DD And I plan to! :))) And after I finish watching the show and make simpler redesigns for the bots, I imagine I'll draw them even more! :))))

@sussyhahag

(I wont show the artwork because it is not mine to share, but the text next to Miku said: "I KNOW THINGS ARE HARD RIGHT NOW, BUT IM SO PROUD OF YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR! LETS KEEP DOING OUR BEST, OK?💙")

Aw <:))) Thank you! Does this mean Miku will bring me ibuprofen and cold water? 🥺

@beryl-shade

From the picture, it looks to be a beautiful lake! :00 I'm sure my OCs would think its beautiful too! :))

@knifecatss

SCREAMSSS THANLYUUU!!! :DDDD 💞💞💞💞

Oooo I might have to look into that :00 tho I don't think I'll make my holoforms bleed <XD I cant find a way to make that make sense..

..Well, maybe if the bots main body is injured, that injury will be shown on their holoform as a glitch or tear in their bodies. But idk if you can injure the holoform itself 😅

Woof. Thank you so much for the information! This really helped me make up my mind.

Its sounds like Rescue bots is a show I'd be willing to give a shot someday. Just for its lightheartedness alone tbh. At first I thought I wouldn't like a kiddie transformers show, but as I transition into season 3 of TFP I find myself missing season 1 and the lower stakes/day-in-the-life-of vibe it used to have. But I would be sure to just 100% disconnect it from TFP.

As for Robots in disguise, I think I'm bagging that show entirely. Bumblebee and the others acting way out of character, stupid/non threatening Decepticons, the main cast never learning or developing their character, it just sounds like it would be SO frustrating for me to watch. I can imagine I'd be ranting the whole time and rolling my eyes at Bee. So I won't be trying that show anytime soon.😔

@beryl-shade

I can imagine they'd be be in awe of the car factory. Maybe slightly disturbed..? Maybe it'd feel uncanny to see cars be assembled like that..

As for the DMV, half of the cars wouldn't pass inspection XDDD

@littlelightfish

He's probably chowing down on some good food and listening to the bigger cookies tell stories! :)))

@heaventhehedgi3

I actually don't remember him <:(( I don't think I've ever seen that movie before.. 😔

I've actually drawn Sherlock Gnomes and Watson before! :0 It was a long time ago tho 😅

[pupp0ccino]

My Dust variant facts !

That no one asked for yay! ⟢

If I ever get to coloring these refs the current image will be replaced with the finished product.. also disclaimer, im aware these aren't canon , I just like having fun with characters and making my own versions of them

Dust

- he's a shapeshifter, having three forms. His normal form, Dustbunny, and Ghost. I hc him to have some form of identity/personality disorder (it's unspecified which one, that's up to y'all what you want him to have) so multiple forms with different personalities.

- his normal form, is simply just Dust. Hes the closest to looking like classic sans appearance wise compared to horror and killer.

- Dustbunny was mainly made as a kinsona, and for funzies, but Dust only morphs into this slightly smaller form as a defense mechanism, for he feels 'weak and pathetic' like prey. It's basically just him, but taking more on a bunny-like appearance and behavior. Like dust he's very closed off and quiet, but will rather flee than fight.

- Ghost is the complete opposite. Tall, sadistic and cruel with a sick smile plastered on his face. He comes in when Dust's getting a power trip, or needs to get big and protect himself. It kind of puts him in sort of a state of mania, where he has little sympathy for the people around him and how his actions affect others. He's a meanie, and loves to tease at people when ever he sees an opening

- Dust does not like to look in mirrors, or really have his hood off for long periods of time, nor being looked at. Makes him freak out

- he partakes in rabbit like behaviors, his nose twitches when his curious or irritated, he stomps his foot against the ground when he's upset, and he burrows. Accompanied by his tail being a rabbits tail !

- he's also a vampire, like nightmare, but instead of sucking the negativity out of souls, he just has cravings to bite and drink blood, has large sharp fangs, plus being a total night owl.

- he has really bad avoidant attachment when it comes to relationships, he's in fact fearful of gaining close bonds due to the fact he's lost people he's loved over and over and over and over again, before literally killing them off himself. So he purposely pushed himself away from people to not get too close.

- as in the picture above, he has markings speckled all across his face, it's also the same for his body down his arms and shoulders. He's kind of embarrassed about it, and hates it being pointed out

- he goes through psychosis, and psychotic episodes

- he's a stoner lolz (despite maryjane usage very much not being recommended to people who deal with psychosis...)

- his room is a depression room most of the time, he has a little mattress on the floor that looks like a nest

- he's a monster energy drinker because yes

- he's selectively mute, and has a very low social battery. He doesn't like crowded spaces and only has a select few people he talks to (killer, horror, fell)

- he has a hard time remembering to eat and will accidentally and sometimes purposely go days without eating. When he does eat, it's in very small portions, he doesn't like food like he used to.

- he doesn't like touch, don't touch him he will stab you

- Phantom, the papyrus voice in his head. What he says to dust is based on his state of mind. When he's in a normal state of mind, Phantom is a lot more like how papyrus usually acts , getting on Dust for little things like telling him to clean his room or that he has to take care of himself. The voice worsens as his state of mind worsens turning from silly banter to tormenting him about what he's done, and sometimes papyrus can also be like a Jiminy cricket to dust, a judge to his morals, and trying to set him on the right path. Dust hates this , and rarely ever listens.

- one of the things he does in his free time is play video games, he's your basic gamer boy. He likes to play cod mainly

- another hobby of his is that he likes to sew, and patch work his clothing and fabric items, along with making little plushies.

- bad sans poly bad sans poly toxic yaoi ..

That's it for now , I'll probably add more on later !!

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

[hoodedjelly]

Nicktoons unite main 4 in their respected styles ( minus jimmy neutron i'll explain more below)

i feel very mixed about these but it was still fun either way studying all of these cartoons respected styles. the final does make me happy, seeing all of them together ^__^ 💞

below i will explain my thought process working with each style so get ready for a wall of text:

first before anything you may be asking: why no jimmy neutron style!? it's because i tried and gave up! i was starting the rendering process for timmy and i hated it so i just didn't continue! no point of making myself miserable for something thats harmless fun style studies. but have these as a little treat:

Fairly Oddparents style: the easiest style to work on and research for, fop style is not that complex. i should also add i didn't draw each style in one sitting i drew each character together and then edited them all, so that might be the reason why some look better then others, i just got good. but i'm saying that because the character i started with was spongebob! specifically because i was tired of ppl thinking dp style and fop style are the same and how spongebob would look the same in both styles, just a flat square. which is wrong! fop style is very different! i would prob describe it as a flat paper style. has sharp and rounded thick lines. the main source of research i used for it was the designer for fop was Ernie Gilbert. he has designed a lot of iconic characters for the show and i highly would check out his work, this is his website

Danny phantom style: now this one was tricky, prob the hardest one to figure out and i honestly don't think i really DID figure it out. the possible reason is i am still trying to go through the show atm myself, but i'd doubt it. they all just look off to me, just a little. which no need for me to work myself in a circle trying to make it "perfect". im no professional character designer! especially not Stephen Silver.

Spongebob Squarepants style: this one was tricky but in the opposite way to dp style, where i didn't know what to reference! to start off the show is mainly nonhuman characters, so finding character refs were hard. the refs i did use were the mermaids and the superheros, so i used that for timmy. but in the middle of working on jimmys i was watching a video of someone ranking every single spongebob ep and TURNS OUT in the later seasons, i think season 13, there were human designs! (technically elfs but whatever).

and weirder thing is how they draw patchy but im not going to get into that. i am assuming that style is for characters that are supposed to be real life humans up on land in that universe (but why not just use real life humans? idk, maybe tom kenny is getting to old for the role). BUT ANYWAY, i used the elfs for a main source for jimmy and danny, they turned out a lot better then the timmy in my eyes. i wanted at least one of them to have the black eyes but they all have bright blue eyes and the show usually always colors blue eyes. i get ahead of myself cause there was a lot more factors i still had to figure out. like the line art. the show doesn't have a clear line style like dp or fop, its just relatively consistent medium lines. so i just went with more recent show stuff then older stuff since it's HD.

ok but thats basically it, i can prob go on more but i'd feel no one gaf. i made these for fun and it was fun making them! i love all of these shows a ton so it was nice looking up the designers and artist for these shows. support the artists!!! fuck bitch fartman!!!!!

[nestababe]

So I caved and wrote a nessian fic 🫣 this is lowkey in reference to my post a couple days ago about wanting to see Nessian seperate with the bond still intact but seeing Cassian have regrets.

Can you also spot the Naley ref(OTH)

I’m a little rusty but here it is.

The prompt:

“Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do. If you can’t be bothered to try for my happy little circle’s sake, then at least try for them.”

The idea:

A chuckle of disbelief slipped out into the air in response. Chewing down on her lip and turning away was the only thing stopping her from crying,she could barely look at him.

This wasn’t the first time she’d had those words thrown at her. She could usually handle it, the comments, the stares from anyone else she could take it but coming from him…

She couldn’t stand it.

“ Neither do I. But for some reason, no matter how many times I fuck up or push them away they’re still there. Because whether anyone in that damn house likes it or not they’re my family.” She spat, pointing in the direction of the building behind her. “And families bicker, and argue with one another. They laugh and cry with each other. My family may not be perfect but at least we’re trying to learn how to love each other.”

After years of discontentment between her and her sisters they were finally in a good place with each other. It’d been hard before their mother died and even worse after. The drift between the girls had driven them further and further apart once they were turned. And it didn’t help when her youngest sister's friends hated the mere sight of her. Her and Feyre had long since made up, but for some reason or another her sister’s family couldn’t get over their disdain for her.

“We all fuck up and say things in the heat of the moment. But guess what? No matter how hard you try and push away people that love you, they'll still be there. Even if you are unworthy of that love they give.”

A cool breeze brushed past them, cooling the heat in her veins. She could hear her heartbeat ringing in her ears as realisation dawned on her.

The words from moments before played on repeat inside her mind “Your sisters love you. I can’t for the life of me understand why, but they do.” Something in her cracked wide open, that feeling from so long ago threatening to rear its ugly head. She pulled on the ends of her long sleeves for some kind of comfort.

“I shouldn’t have said that. Just forget I said anything, come on let’s just go back inside.” He gently picked up her hand leading them towards the house.

“You know what?” She said, surprising herself with how calm she sounded. “ I’m done with this.”

“What are you talking about?” he halted watching as her hand slipped from his grip.

“All of this. You, us, whatever this fucked up mating bond is. I’m done.”

“ You don’t mean that.” he started, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyebrows pinching together, those bright red siphons on his hands illuminating against the sleeves of his winter coat. “Look, let's just go, we're keeping them waiting.”

She tried to find anywhere in her memory where he had told her he loved her. Any moment where he chose her. Stood up for her.

“Is that all you seriously care about right now?”

“Nesta-”

“Fine, if you want to go back and exchange more ‘gifts’ with your old lover and sit in silence whilst your High Lord makes passive comments then be my guest. But I am not going back there Cassian.”She looked at the male in front of her. The light from the moon shone down on his face, his jaw clenched tight. She could feel something shift between their bond.

“Okay, well then I’ll see you at home.” He huffed puffing out a breath into the cold winter air.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me?”

“What more do you want? I’m done with the arguing but you don’t see me bitching about it. Can’t we just have one solstice without us fighting?

The idea of being so desperate to be loved by someone wasn’t foreign to her but she hated the mere thought of begging for love from him.

“What I want is for you to fight for me, fight for us. I would’ve died for you that day. Fuck, I was willing to die with you.” Her voice cracked at the sound of her desperation. “I’ve fought for you, for us. And for years I’ve had to sit there and watch as you continue to actively avoid having to stick up for me to your friends. I’m done.”

She spoke with a shallow breath “I’m sorry that all I have ever wanted is for you to love me for me. But I'm not sorry that I can’t be who you want me to be. I gave you my heart. And if that’s not enough for you. Then I’m not enough for you.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air between them. He winced a pained expression washing across his face, she recognised that look of hurt, it mirrored her own.

“Nesta please.” He reached for her through the bond they shared, she could feel him tugging at that golden thread that tied their souls together as if she was slipping away from him.

“Just go Cassian.Go be with the people you love.” She put up those mental shields, that wall that separated her from the bond.

“Happy Solstice Cass.”

And with that she turned around leaving the Illyrian soldier.

[adyophene]

lucifer x husk is something i never knew i needed and as a multishipper im screaming

literally. king of hell x some alcoholic furry guy

i love them i need to know how they wouldve met, fallen for each other and started dating. and how much thatd piss alastor off

Ooh I am so happy other people are enjoying this pair as much as I am! I've gotten a few asks about my headcanons for them, and I am happy to blab on and on. Fair warning. This is gunna be a long and rambling essay.

I'm gunna put it all under a readmore, just cause I want to insert the art I've done of them so far, since I've been half-heartedly trying to tell a visual story through the doodles.

Okay. On we go!

How they met;

We did see them technically meet in the show, where they shared their singular canon piece of dialogue, which was just Husk saying 'hey'. And then in the finale where we see a literal split second moment of Lucifer holding Husk's arm.

(also seeing the sweet looks huskerdust is giving each other here just makes me feel so delulu for writing this all, but crackships are silly by definition, so lets get back to the lucihusk) For me, what I imagined, is after the Hotel is finished its rebuilding, that is when Husk and Lucifer finally actually meet in a proper manner. I think Lucifer would be trying to make a good impression on all Charlie's friends at this point, endeared to all of them from their actions during the finale. Unfortunately, I think he is also the King of Bad First Impressions.

[Note. I think at this point Lucifer wouldn't even remember Husk's name quite yet. I think he would call him 'Keekee' ( by accident) or 'Dusk' (confidently incorrect) or just be like "Hey!.... Uh... You?" until Charlie or Vaggie finally corrected him. ]

Husk, on the other hand, I feel like maybe wouldn't gel with Lucifer right away. Wouldn't hate him, but also maybe not be enamored with him right away. Same as Lucifer, maybe he would have sweetened on him a bit through the hotel's rebuilding, but I think they'd start out at very neutral feelings. Maybe a vague sense of 'He's okay, but I don't know if we will really get along.'

Despite this, Lucifer is persistent, and he's going to be everyone's (except maybe Al, unless they start getting along by s2) buddy. He'd start hanging around the bar and participate in the redemption exercises.

Now, we know Lucifer struggles with depression, and I think he would be trying real hard to mask anything going on during this time. They defeated Adam! They rebuilt the Hotel! He believes in Charlie's dream, and he's more involved with her life and other people than he has been for years.

His only issue being Husk sees right through it, both because Husk is perceptive, but also because even the King of Hell can't help but have a lonely night or two at the bar where he ends up venting about his divorce and subsequent lingering loneliness.

[snapcube ref aside, )I really do think Husk would start to feel more positively toward Lucifer after Luci would drop the act somewhat. That they could bond over feeling both at their lowest of lows, while also being to admit that things seem to be getting better!

This would be about the point that I imagine Lucifer developing more romantic feelings! Husk would be a bit less prickly, and Luci would just absolutely eat up any and all positive interactions they'd have. I like to picture a lot of little shows of care at the this point, like Husk memorizing what Lucifer likes and even making up 'fun' drinks just to try and cheer the guy up. And Lucifer would fun a fun game in trying to get the grumpy cat to smile, and just, lighting up himself any time he was successful.

And that culminating into the two of them making each other laugh, with Alastor being an easy butt of the jokes, and a good way for Husk, himself, to finally get a chance to vent. I think Lucifer would be one of the only 'safe' options for Husk to do that with, in just so far as Al can't really threaten Lucifer, and Lucifer already sees Al as a bit of a manipulative bastard.

Falling for each other; At this point, Lucifer would start being a bit more caring toward Husk, though with that wonderful, oblivious flair of his. I don't think Lucifer himself would realize he'd have a crush up until he'd start feeling protective or jealous over Husk, and it would really throw him for a loop at first.

Because fake dating is one of my all-time favorite tropes, I have always had a idea for a fanfic (or comic) that I haven't gotten around to yet, based around Lilith coming back, and Lucifer panickily asking Husk to pretend to be his boyfriend, so he can appear well adjusted/completely over her. Of course the whole thing would backfire, as Lilith would see through it (as Lucifer wouldn't be as good of an actor as he'd think), and that Husk would end up kind of feeling hurt by the whole thing.

Husk, who'd go along with the plot with an eyeroll, would find himself seizing up through the whole fake date/encounter. Would find weird, sudden emotions bubbling up and absolutely hating it.

I don't think that man would think about the class difference between him and Lucifer up until someone would say something about it, maybe Lucifer himself trying to rationalize the (at this time still fake) relationship to Lilith. Now, Husk feels uneasy about the whole thing and ends up drinking heavily the whole night so he doesn't have to think about feelings. (Blitz and Stolas who? Ahaha. fuck.) Meanwhile, while the date would be fake, I think Lucifer would really rather like having Husk on his arm and feeling like he'd have a love-life again, while also not really getting why Husk's mood would be getting worse throughout the night. I think they'd still end up on good terms, but both of them would have their feelings in a jumble, and Husk would not like it. (he thinks he's lost the ability to love, after all)

I think somewhere at this point, as they are starting to develop feelings for one another, is when Lucifer finally starts really realizing how tied to Alastor Husk is, and he starts to make it everyone's problem. I do think Al and Lucifer would stay snarky at each other this whole time, but that it'd only get worse, as Al would poke back since he'd find Lu's over reactions funny.

I also think Al would be maybe the last person to realize anything romantic would be brewing between Lucifer and Husk, and he'd just think it'd be a purely platonic thing.

Beyond just bitching about Alastor, Lucifer would really be ramping up his attention towards Husk too. Fully in that 'puppylove/crush' stage, and trying his darndest to make Husk feel good and special. Husk would be resistant to it all, thinking it would just be Lucifer rebounding hard, and not wanting to get wrapped up in Morningstar family drama when he could happily (miserably) keep his head down and just keep drinking the days away.

But then Lucifer would find out about Husk's love of stage magic, and his history as a performer, and it'd be all over for the catman. It would become Luci's new pet project to rope Husk into some joyful self-expression, and after a song and dance number's worth of convincing, Husk would start to come around. I have to post all these images now cause- I drew them with the intention of mimicking a musical number! Husk starting off as a bit resistant before jumping in whole heartedly, and Lucifer overexcitedly dragging him along throughout the music number, hyping him up and just all around being smitten.

And this is where Husk would start really falling. Getting swept up in indulging his favorite, least destructive hobby, and having someone who absolutely loves it to bond with. Especially when it would be over. When they would just settle down and talk, and laugh, and bond over what they love about performing. The spectacle, the audience, the love of the craft. Its about the comradery!!!

@belladonazeppole wrote a wonderful series of fanfics based off these pictures, as well as the songs from 'The Greatest Showman' that really fit the ship! I would be remiss to not mention them here, because Bella and their fics are just wonderful!

How they started dating;

Now. Don't think just cause they both caught feelings for each other, that they'd immediately admit to it. No. I think both of them would drag their heels. I don't think Husk would admit to them at all, without some outside force effecting it. I think he'd stubbornly try to ignore the crush or drink it away, rather than let his heart become vulnerable to anymore damage.

Meanwhile, Lucifer would be struggling between his feelings for Husk and Lilith. (In the actual canon, I do think they might try to rekindle things, depending on what kind of person Lilith turns out to be, but I digress.) Part of him would be so swept up in a giddy kind of excitement, while the other would be set firmly in the camp of 'this is a bad idea, this won't work out, just look at what happened to your last relationship'. It wouldn't stop him from being outwardly more and more affectionate, but it would be weighing on him.

I do think Lucifer would end up being the one who would be thinking; "What am I doing. He'd never like me back." While Husk would be just sitting there (echoing what was said in the ask- sorry I went all wild and wrote this much about the ship dear god)- "I'm just some fucking furry alcoholic, what the fuck would the king of hell see in me??? Am I delusional? What the fuck is going on??" And I feel like this stage would go on for MONTHS and drive everyone else nuts. It would be clear to everyone (except Alastor, who again, would be just this meme

Though that wouldn't stop him from getting a little pissy about it) And then it would all come to a head during something benign, like a board game night. There would be flirting, there would be jealousy, there would be arguing, and then finally, loudly and with a lot of feeling, Lucifer would shout his way through asking Husk out on a date. A real Date. A capital 'D' date out on the town, dressed to the nines and a real good time. The board would be knocked over in the fray, game pieces raining down upon them while Husk would just stare blank faced, trying to process what just happened. An awkward half-minute would pass before he'd finally, trying to play it cool, shrug out a 'sure'.

How much it'd piss Alastor off;

In the aftermath, a radio static would just lowly grate everyone's ears as Alastor would be slowly coming to terms on how just annoying it would be to have his friend (/Unhealthy co-dependent pet friend possession??) romantically involved (ew) with the King of Hell (double ew)??? Then, either it would be something light hearted like 'he keeps trying to break them up but failing cause he hates interacting with romance' or a darker route where 'he keeps trying to manipulate them into breaking up by preying on all their worst insecurities in the relationship'.

And that, my friend, is all I have in mind so far for this delusional crackship au! There is more I could flesh out, of course, like Angel's role as a friend or potential third in the relationship, or what I imagine as Husk becoming like a stepdad to Charlie, but I've typed enough for the whole month. Hope any of that was coherent! I did not bother to edit or proof read it. Just pure stream of consciousness.

[toadettely]

Skill & Spill: Coffee Shop AU

I've been awfully quiet lately so let me just drop some notes for my Coffee Shop AU (which I call Skill & Spill for now. The Cafe is called "King's Roast" :3)

King of Soph and Tcvern3 centric cuz I can and love them ^-^

• Vernias and Brent work there and Eevee and Nick are regular costumers

• Eevee and Nick are friends already and hang out together a lot

• Brent sometimes takes night shifts (no one likes to take them because it's boring but Brent doesn't mind and it fits his schedule + it's chill and kinda free money)

• plus the cafe has like very good free wifi!! (Thanks to him)

• Brent and Vernias always biker when they work together.

• Brent always looks sleep-deprived while Vernias looks ready to yap to the costumers with a bright smile that is kinda contagious and lights up the entire cafe

• Brent is literally the CEO of eyerolls (idk why, he just seems always annoyed without intending to)

• Nick always enters the shop like he owns it and makes his presence known instanly if Vern and / or Brent are working ("HELLO FELLAS"😎🤗)

• Nick literally orders the same drink all the time (and it is one that Vernias himself made up for the Menu)

•^ Brent fucking despises it and makes it known all the time as he hates on it specifically

• Sophist and Brent play marvel rivals together online/see each other often in online games, but don't know each other irl (they see each other in the cafe but don't know they are the person they play with online. I stole this idea from the anon that send the ask because I LOVE it!! all credit to you anon!! This inspired a lot of this fic and King of Soph's relationship in it)

•^ I have so much to add to this but to put it short: Brent is a strategic try-hard and Eevee plays chaotically risky but they kinda are a very strong duo - but also often share one braincell (which is noticeable in the game-chats and sometimes when they do stupid / random stuff in-game)

• Sophist has a fav cake he orders often

• They are allowed to take leftovers home because the Cafe never throws stuff away and Vern gifts some baked goods/cake etc. to friends

• After Brent and Sophist become friends irl, Brent always takes leftovers from Sophist' fav cake home to give it to him (love language? Also huge contribution to Sophist catching feelings for Brent)

•^ spending time with Brent when they become friends irl helps Sophist' mental health significantly (ref to canon because I can)

• Brent loves to keep things neat and tidy in the cafe

• Vernias hates cleaning up but he loves organising/decorating stuff

• there is a silly pick up line on every cup Vern hands to Nick

• Eevee has an unhealthy caffeine intake (Vern and Brent are concerned) + his nightly coffees become more frequent over time (maybe also to see Brent)

• Vern doing art on the cappuccinos/latte with lots of care and love (Brent standing next to him and, rolling his eyes, telling him to "take your time, dude.")

• Nick's tip are very generous

•^ Vern liked it at first but when he notices that Nick is doing it on purpose so he can see, Vern starts to plafully roll his eyes whenever he tips.

• Brent being very interested in technology has resulted in him taking care of anything in regards to it in the cafe. The others often would be lost without him. Brent wonders how they managed anything before.

• Brent unironically loves the smell of freshly ground coffee beans

• Vern is responsible for the chalkboard menu (very colourful with some cute doodles like stars and cakes and coffee)

• Vern supports local artists as he suggested to hang some of their Art on the walls of the shop.

[levshany]

Hiii same anon as before! :)

I have another question, I was looking at your speedpaint on tiktok and was surprised to see that you just start off with no guides. How do you do that?

Also random but do you think that art programs choose the artist and make them better at art?

(Sorry for the constant questions, I can go on a bit of a ramble sometimes. I really wanna learn from those I inspire :))

Thank you :)

perfectionist anon

hiiiii! ^^

as they say sometimes it's may be good, sometimes it's may be shit!

I do draw clean detailed sketches just like that with no refs (and my artist-friends hate me for that) but the accuracy depends on:

- how simple/difficult this character is - their pose - how well do I know them

(so here's like 3 of my first attemps to come up with a pose, then another try (naked) with a reference and only then I'm finally satisficed with result)

for example I easily draw all sorts of monsters and creatures because I don't feel like sticking to realistic anatomy, so I go careless. but when I draw the most usual man body type, I surround myself with all sorts of references. because I find man body hard :(

yes!!!! yes, I'm convinced that a good drawing program can maybe not improve your drawing, but make the process much more enjoyable and easier and thus contribute to the development of your skill! that's how it was for me when I quit Sai and started drawing in Clip Studio (the best thing ever for me personally) does the program itself choose you? Maybe you can say that when you choose it over other programs that have better tools but you feel some kind of connection with this one specially. if I had to name that type of program that chose me once that would be magma.com ehehe. if I didn't care about the image quality and inconvenient hot keys that are hard to configure and often reset to default, I would draw in it

[m4y4fun]

WOAH! PUNCH-OUT!! OCS AND SIDE CHARACTERS?! WHO COULD'VE PREDICTED THIS!?

I'm gonna ramble about these guys..beware below...

Lilac

- Macho’s latest ex, and “Carmen”

- Crazy enough, she has never met or heard of Carmen, and it just stays that way

- Best friends with Amelia, and only batted an eye towards all of the others here. She didn’t visit Macho Man in the WVBA often. All of the swollen faces and blood and stuff makes her nauseous

- Has like..a valley girl chica kinda accent but less aggressive (I just feel like it’s aggressive in a sort of way which she’s not. She’s really kind I swear it)

Amelia

- Macho Man’s earliest ex among many…

- Knows everyone Macho didn’t or disliked, basically knowing everyone.

- ‘Happily single’ as she says..

- She doesn’t hate Lilac at all, however finding out your boyfriend is cheating on you with your best friend without either of yall knowing did…something for a week.

- The WVBA lighting lady! You’d probably see her around often

- Latin accent, and speaks Latin at home!

Bella

- She’s pretty, and hits harder than a 17 year old..she lives up to her name!

- Frankly the only one Aran listens to but sadly isn’t there as often to stop him

- Helps the WVBA with making merchandise, but it’s not her full time job

- Amazing at sewing, and has sewn so many little creatures. Commission her!

- Often in the nurses office after Aran’s fights to pay for the opponent’s treatments

- Has an accent like Robyn from Wolfwalkers!

Cathie (Aka Arm Candy)

- A best ref and a best friend!

- After all of the hype for arm wrestling died down, she needed a job and turned to the WVBA

-The calmest and most sane person you would see. The second most reasonable however as she often gets into crazy situations and doesn’t realize it until she gets dragged out by a friend…

- Worked as a translator for Soda Popinski, but stopped when the scientists got involved. They tried to make her help with the experiments and she just wasn’t having that

- Is so gay but doesn’t notice at all. Like your gaydar would go wild around her if you had one

Nurse Cura

- The best nurse you can find!

- Friendly to everyone who’s friendly to her, so that’s like…everyone. (Except Aran, we don’t talk about Aran.)

- Cool with Bella because she’s nice and pays for other boxers medical bills that can’t pay

- Another Italian! (Also trying to learn Latin because Latin is cool but doesn’t notice that Amelia is Latin)

- Unnecessary easy to please. If you gave her one gift, she would never stop thanking you. She’d probably take a picture of you and hang it up on her wall

- Doesn’t really have an accent, but it does occasionally slip out

Carmen

- Literally the sweetest person ever, she apologizes to doors if she pushes them too hard /hj

- She hangs around the WVBA very often. Even if Don doesn’t have a fight, she’s there somewhere

- She’s from Mexico but stays in Spain so she can be with Don.

- A dance instructor! She tries to converse with Disco Kid but Don either leads her away or she forgets

- HEAVY accent. She doesn’t mind repeating though!

Nico

- Don't judge him by looks, he will DEMOLISH you in court.

- Also the busiest of everyone here. The boxers just can't stay out of trouble.

- Was only interning for the job until the other lawyer died from stress. The WVBA swept him up and is keeping him financially afloat, making him literally unable to quit.

- Has one time begged all of the boxers to stop doing illegal bs. King Hippo is the worst of them because he always bumps into important or expensive things that cost the WVBA money. The cases typically go in their favor though

- He is very sleep deprived but he doesn't run off of coffee or energy drinks, he runs off hot chocolate.

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/773535634626379776/is-het-people-placing-moral-weight-on-attraction?source=share

This makes a very depthful problem seem easy to resolve. I'm an autistic person, and I've got a lot less compared to others, filter and all, and the thing about "finding someone who you don't need to hide anything from" is that this feels impossible because people are deeply ashamed of themselves—this is why any community of "freaks" will often feel safer, because they aren't so repressed, thus they hide less and express more, and later in my life, as I began to understand that the cost of hiding myself away was far too much, I stopped. I burnt out, and this has been... detrimental.

I think it doesn't matter if you're het, homo, neurodivergent or typical. Labels don't matter. Nothing does. We're not seperated by much in essence, even if we're different in many other ways. It's just that the idea of "good personhood" or "moral uprightness" is so often associated with being small, and a lot of weirdos will, eventually, understand the harm of that and stop, or otherwise be forced to if it takes them significant energy they no longer have (hello!), but it's hard.

It's difficult! It's not easy! Especially when your identity feels like, or in some cases is, a crime. It's because shame is enforced and engrained. It is hard to be yourself when your "self" is constantly denied. People are constantly shouting, or crying inside, wanting things, but when facing denial or being refused consistently, you'll learn how to be helpless, or more extremely, have your power stripped from you—because we don't want to be alone. We don't feel complete alone, but we feel alone around others, so we try to make up for it assuming our lack, but we aren't lacking, and I think it's important to focus on yourself, fulfill yourself. It's just that this is also so often used as a weapon.

When you're confident, or trying to be, people will try to trip you up or feel intimidated and try to lessen your sense of worth, that if they don't have it, no one can.

I mean, I know the whole thing about self-love is sort of cliche, but I really think that, by some measure, it's true. You have to love yourself to love others, in a sense, and not that you don't deserve it anyway, but that... loving is knowing, understanding, seeing clearly, it is respect and kindness and acceptance, even at your worst, and when you fail to do that for yourself—though it's fine to slip—when you can't even try, or you don't want to, I feel like... how can you make effort for someone else that you won't do for yourself? If you can't feed yourself, then you'll struggle to feed someone else.

You need to know things, and most people are too scared to even want, to look inward, to be curious, anything, all because of potential risk—which is going to happen in a real relationship. These things aren't avoidable just because they're ugly to you. They're hard to look at, yes, but no less real. And no real relationship can blossom without understanding, or in ignorance.

I don't think love is a walk in the park, but it should always stay, even through disagreement, and people can't even... have internal discord without coming to hate themselves for their contrasts and faults. But you have to. To forgive yourself, too.

It's out of your hands, in a way, what is done is done, it is what it is, and at one point I would have hated that, because I didn't want it to be, but if you want to control yourself, that eventually spills out, and if you're so focused on image, you... it feels impossible to have a deep connection when you can only look at the surface. There's no connection, and any requests for that are met with denial. So I truly think you have to work from within before you can work from without, as someone who has been. And this isolates you. It makes you strange, or unveils your strangeness, and people don't like that.

They don't like it because they don't understand, and refuse to try to get familiar out of fear for "what it means", because they can't control it, but it makes no difference because what's true still is, even if you spend your whole life looking away from it.

Literally anyone, anywhere, no matter who they are, that could apply to them. It's not a heterosexual issue. It's a human issue. People don't listen to people. People don't hear people out. And I get that, sometimes. But I don't know. People who are unsupported are more likely to lose that and needlessly go on chasing senseless things trying to make up for "missing pieces", but you're— you know, we're... whole people on our own, and we do deserve to have things.

It's just that queer people might be more likely to understand how much of a distraction that is by nature of being queer. They maybe can't afford to, but het people, by contrast, neurotypical people, anyone more privileged for any reason, may be less likely to notice these things because they grow up in or around certain structures that obscure them! When you exist inside of a system, it's harder to see the structure of it, and if you believe that something keeps you safe, then you'll hesitate to want to tear it down, but anything that promises to keep you safe is a lie—it's already hurting you.

We really just need to be more selfish and focus on our own satisfaction, what pleases us beyond simple engagement, because it isn't... any of this. I really think we already have those qualities, but if we could just see them elsewhere, then maybe...? I feel like I've been lucky with media and stuff, actually, but... well, even that's not easy. It's all isolating, and we all need to get more comfortable with being alone if it means we just get to be. You need to be yourself before you can love someone else. If we're too afraid of that, it's... well. Dreadful.

From experience.

It's just fear, though. And you shouldn't lose it entirely, but you can push past it. Unfortunately, uh, a lot of people don't try. You can lead a horse to water and all, but you can't make it drink, y'know? That's been what het relationships are like. You can't fix anyone, change them. They need to be able to help themselves. You are your own savior.

This is long. Apologies. I have many feelings from living a life. I don't know. I did also try, myself, to smooth things over, but it's just not worth it, and I think all the ideas around this stuff make that worse, because they say it is, though, and if you just try— and sometimes the harm is more in the trying, not the failing. Because failure isn't necessarily personal or signifying any "wrongness" in you. It just is. The blame, everything, it makes it all so much harder! Because blame and responsibility go hand in hand, when things fail, it implies that you have made some grand mistake, but that happens, too. You mess up, you fail, you learn, and eventually, you win. It all happens and it can't necessarily be avoided, but it's fine if we as people can work on it together!

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[coolcatsodalite]

Finally finished this wig after eons. (Mainly because I kept jumping around different projects) Not sure if I absolutely love it, but it was a very good first attempt at this kind of wig. I've never made a "natural hairline look" before. I'll likely remake it a different way at some point, because i'm having trouble with a lot of loose hairs. Also note to self, paint the hard cap either blue or black! I had to put a lot of extra hair to cover up the hard cap (what the hair is glued to), since it was tan. If it's black it'll just look like his scalp, if it's blue, then it at least matches the hair ugh.

Anyway, now I have to make his alt hairstyle because I guess I hate myself and need them to look exact instead of just doing what I can with ready made wigs 🥲 hair ref under the cut

Sadly the ponytail is a bit short and I'm not sure I can get around that using yarn.

Below is his alt hair, and I have a feeling I'll be more pleased with how the wig turns out since it's closer to what I've made before

I don't know if I'll try the "natural hairline" this time since a I struggled a lot with it. I may go back to my old techniques instead.

Bonus pic: Joker sitting cutely before I finished styling. This is his brand new, much better body! It's an MDoll School body I found secondhand. The first owner had just received it so it really is brand new. I just had to dye it black.

*extra bonus: background Aymeric

[sergeanthatredbignaturals]

Gang I’ve realised something (oc post btw i yap a lot so it might take a while to get to that, so scroll if you’re not interested here’s your head up)

This if for the 3 people that care about this bitch (one of which being me)

So I don’t always know why my characters do what they do, I figure that out as I write them, higkey I pick their brains like a psychiatrist/hj

And I realised something about Joan and Joanna, ive been looking at them all wrong

I’ve been looking at is as Joan hating certain traits she displays, because Joanna also displayed those, and it was proof she didn’t want that they were undeniably the same person

Which, yes, that’s part of it, but I wasn’t seeing the bigger picture

Joan hates Joanna, because Joanna is her weaknesses. Shes all of Joan’s perceived faults all bundled up neatly into one little person that she believes she discarded the day her parents died (please note that that is the phrasing shes use. Never “the day she killed them”, at most “the day they were killed”, but she cannot truly acknowledge that she did it, but that’s it’s own separate issue and I’ll get to that some other day)

She thinks, she wants to believe, that she’s better than Joanna. She views Joanna more as a weaker younger sister, rather than a part of herself (please also note that she doesn’t have DID or anything of the sort, she has something else entirely. I didn’t want to make another DID stereotype where one “personality” is a psychotic murderer and the others normal. And also shes already too fucking similar to Toko Fukawa/Genocide Jill)

Where Joanna would have cowered, Joan compensates for fear with aggression, lashing out like a frightened animal, attempting to seem more threatening to any potential predator. She lashes out, whether verbally or physically, shes killed many guards in her time in Sinyala because she felt threatened when she was being retrieved from her trial (I’ll get to that in another post as well, it deserves more explanation)

Joanna is her scapegoat, someone she can point the finger of blame at, because she always needs someone to blame (she is in fact not man enough to take the blame for this/ref) and Joanna is that for this. She can direct her anger towards her own flaws towards Joanna, because to acknowledge her faults would be to fundamentally break her as a character, and as a person. She CANNOT acknowledge them, ever, her brain won’t let her. She covers them up, and acts like they aren’t there, and criticises others for behaviours she hates in herself, because she always needs someone else to blame. Some way to deflect. Something to stop herself from thinking too hard into her own behaviours, because that would destroy her.

She criticises Franco for being childish, for throwing tantrums, even though she does the same. She, on so many occasions that Pitchers no longer exist in her trials, killed Pitchers out of anger for “failing” a trial (letting reagents escape), it itself annoys her, but when they’re there, and all she can hear while she’s trying to calm herself down is their annoying little noises, she cant stop herself from lashing out. Several were left almost unrecognisable as humans after she was done. She throws tantrums just the same as he does, crying, kicking, screaming, all of it.

She criticises Mother Gooseberry for being clingy, even though if Dr. Easterman ever spent more time with ANYONE than her she’d have a conniption.

She criticises Coyle for lashing out when cornered even though she does the same to such an extent that this post is basically about it. Shes also written partially paralleling Coyle. She fucking hates him, several of her Prime Time voice lines are her plotting how she’d kill him if given the chance. But when you boil down a lot of things about them, they’re far too similar for her liking. They’re the same in some aspects, and complete opposite in others. Either way they’re written around each other.

It’s just a part of her to deflect, I guess

Be that on Joanna, Franco, or Coyle (Gooseberry not included because she gets distinctly less of Joan’s hate, shes a feminist/hj)

She always needs someone to criticise, because she can’t accept her own flaws

She also cannot heal because of that, you can’t heal if you can’t accept you have a problem in the first place. It’s just not gonna happen, because she cannot accept that there could be anything wrong with her, and takes insinuation of such as an insult

Anyway thanks for listening to my yap sech, samw time next week

[strawberryblondebutch]

I know that in addition to the political stuff the signs of on-ice intelligence are generally quite limited, but Britta Curl is probably a smart person in real life. Apparently she wants to be a doctor. When combined with how she never did this crap in college (though I didn't think this one was quite as bad as the first two), it kind of makes me look at it as more of a "hey, is everything OK?" situation than anything else.

I think Minnesota was such a bad fit for her. She clearly has a huge embarrassing chip on her shoulder for her own dumb reasons and with the in my opinion fairly deranged media campaign against them in the offseason, I'm sure most of the organization does too. You want an "us against the world" attitude in pro sports but when it's too much, maybe it's hard to keep people in check.

My expectation is she gets picked by one of the western teams in the expansion draft, everyone spends about a week getting mad at some generic hockey man or generic hockey woman in their management, but it works out fine.

I’m going to try to say this in the least asshole way that I can: wanting to be a doctor does not a doctor make. That being said, she did make the Scholar-Athlete list her whole career, so there is a degree of book smarts at play.

Her social media feed (before Elon took likes away) showed a predisposition towards conspiracy theories — anti-vax, tradCath, QAnon bullshit. And one thing that those theories fester is the prevailing sense that everyone is against you. They hate you and they want to get you and you need to defend yourself against the increasingly vague “them.” Combine that with the fact that, although she kept the penalties in check in college, she had a bad habit of taking things personally (I want to say it was 2023? I noticed she would argue with the refs every time she got touched because she wanted a penalty call), and you have someone thoroughly convinced that she has to “defend herself”.

I genuinely think the best thing for her to do would be to log off. Because — and I’m guilty of this too — Twitter and Tumblr will just reinforce that belief that everyone hates her and is out to get her. When in reality, if she shut up and stopped doing stupid shit, she would never be a favorite, but people wouldn’t cheer when she got trucked.

As for the expansion draft, I think whether she gets protected is dependent entirely on how much power Klee has in the organization by the time it comes around. He seems to really like her — not just by defending her to the media but by giving her such a large role. Maybe he’ll reconsider after the latest suspension, but I’m not sure.

Also, regarding the Frost writ large, I think it was a masterful PR stroke to let KCS take the heat. The articles kept mentioning a group of players on Klee’s side, but she was the only one ever name-checked. Kendall is a big girl (you know what I mean) who’s used to taking flak — first for the 2017 boycott, then for the PHF/PWHPA dispute. She’s fine playing the heel.