#Crimm

[gruvu]

I need to do another pool crimm but get this mustache one. Since summertime is the only time Crimm is allowed a mustache.

[meow-xine]

Enough for me. (Roy Kent x Fem!Reader)

pairing: (Coach) Roy Kent x Fem. reader

word count: 824 words.

warnings: roy being sad/doubting himself, roy x reader fluff, reader comforting roy, slight sexual themes suggested (near the end), roy hating on trent crimm

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever fic so... pls be gentle. this fic is based on season 3 episode 2 of ted lasso. thanks for clicking on my post out of the millions, i appreciate you :)

summary: roy comes home, frustrated and in need of some comfort after a confrontation with trent crimm about the column he wrote on roy's premier league debut.

It was a normal day- mundane if anything. You had not too long ago returned home from work, now lazily being slumped over the couch scrolling on social media. Your shared home with the newest coach of AFC Richmond was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Roy, you expected, would be home soon, probably coming through the door stringing curses together. Something of course happened at work, the only question was who exactly he would be pissed at this time.

Just as the scenario of an angry Roy played in your head, he walked through the door. You chirped up, happy to see him after a long day, when you noticed the down look of his face. It was less angry and more...disappointed? "Hey, Roy" You spoke, gently due to the unawareness of what was happening. As you stood up and walked toward him, his eyes planted on the ground, you noticed closer the expression splayed on his face. His brows were furrowed, and he seemed to be in a deep solemn thought. It was only when you lightly touched his harm that he seemed to snap out of his thoughts.

You offered him a comforting smile, "You alright? Talk to me." After you spoke, you moved behind him, beginning to take of his coat. "I don't know." He finally spoke, his tone being gentle. Silence filled the air for a brief moment until he spoke again, "Can I ask you something?" He was now meeting your gaze. "You know you can."

"Do you think I'm good? Like, good enough?" What? A puzzled look fell over your face, and he spoke again before you got the chance to. "I don't know- fuck. It's hard to explain." His gaze diverted once again, now focusing on his fingernails he softly picked at. "Roy, I'm not sure what's going on, but you can talk to me. What happened today?"

"Today was fucking fine. It was normal until that prick Crimm had to interfere." he paused, alternating his eyes from you and the floor, "It's bad enough he prances around the fucking place like he owns it, but today he just had to come talk to me and shit." He picked at his fingernails, a little rougher this time, and you could tell he was wallowing in a mixture of hate for both Crimm and what had gone down today.

You knew he wasn't very fond of Crimm, but not exactly why. You had always figured it was because he was a-in his words-pretentious dick. But this was deeper than that, you just had a feeling. You shot Roy a concerned look. He slowly reached for his wallet and drew out a slip of paper, placing it in your hand and urging you to read it.

What welcomed you was a small excerpt claiming "Newcomer Roy Kent is an overhyped, so-called prodigy whose unbridled rage and mediocre talent rendered his Premiere League debut a profound disappointment.” As soon as you read it, you shot Roy a sad glance. You were angry for him, not believing someone had the will to write such negativity.

"Crimm wrote that." He paused to take the small slip out of your hand. "I was 17, and I had just started playing. Seven fucking teen." He gritted his teeth, grimacing. You rubbed his arm, waiting for him to start again. "I have been living my life since then feeling like I was shit. Then today Crimm revealed he did it just to be 'edgy' and make a name for himself."

Not knowing exactly what to say, you continued to rub his arm. "Roy I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the dejection you’ve been feeling all these years.” He gave you a weird look, a mixture of solemn and happy.

“You know what I really can’t believe? I kind of want to forgive his ass.” You were shocked at what you could assume was Ted’s influence. “Really?” He nodded. “As much as I don’t want to fucking admit it, yeah. He was trying to do his job I guess. I just wish he would have picked on..some other prick, I don’t know.” He was now stifling chuckles, just as shocked from the situation.

“You know what Roy?” you spoke, not breaking eye contact. “Hm?” He tilted his head. “I’m proud of you for coming to that conclusion. You could have blown up, yeah? Been angry, upset. But you handled it all well.” Your graze moving up from his arm, now on his cheek. A good minute passed as you enjoyed holding his rough face.

He leaned down to kiss you. It was gentle and sweet, spreading a honeyed heat through your being. He continued placing small kisses on your face, your neck. Slowly turning into esurient nibbles.

“I fucking love you.” He spoke through kisses.

“I love you too.” You felt him smile against your skin. “And Roy?”

“Mhm?”

“You will always be enough for me. Always.”

[inklightning]

The Artiste of Destruction, self proclaimed the Monarch of Monsters.

I really adore Crimm from Luminous Avenger iX, and love the idea of him having a God complex and aspiring to be one.

(C) Inti CREATES

[synapticabyss]

All drawings for the "Bigger Than Me" (the videogame) artstyle challenge thingy that I had myself do. All images are in chronological order upon creation.

Features: -Crimm Ulv Sil'een -Ilsiel and the ravens -Sirrith the Red Wyrm -Yulilah the Otherworlder, Letanno the Homeworlder, and Albert the Ball Python

[yuriathames]

merr crisis

🦑 https://www.twitch.tv/yuriathames 🦑

[sklira]

αρχη | Dormir

[rainyn0ise]

Next up is Crimm! :>

Crimm is an eccentric and eager mechanic and biker, having participated in many Tours around the globe. While his cheeky grin may be off-putting to some, he is well-intentioned and genuine underneath his edges. He makes and customizes his own vehicles, which lead to the building of his trusty Missile Cycle, which is his go-to ride in and out of races. However, he tends to steal a lot of his materials and items, which has led to him becoming a wanted criminal in some areas.

[sweetskully5]

Sorry if I wasn't active, here are some updates of my ocs!! I mostly retouch their appearance a bit!!

[test42]

[icarusdiesatdawn]

getting a good grade in girl talk

[glindauplland]

TED LASSO | 3.08: WE'LL NEVER HAVE PARIS

[gruvu]

Got inspired by a bud and sumertime mustache crimm has appeared. And I am kinda happy with how it turned out.

[inklightning]

I guess I can say I genuinely ship Crimm (Luminous Avenger iX) with Doctor Deep (Sonic Prime).

Reason being that they're both self obsessed narcissists who care about their messed up philosophies, I bet they both get along super well as they find they share a lot in common when they're talking about their interests, finding common ground when Crimm talks about making explosions an art form and Deep harping on about being dramatic while fighting...

They'd practically complement each other while they're fighting too, Crimm blasting many of the enemy to bits and Deep slicing any unfortunates who escaped the blast radius. And maybe Deep can design for Crimm a giant mech with a replica of his Septima powers if his Quill ever becomes inert while in another world and Crimm could design sleeker, less clunky, compact and far more destructive armour for Deep to try out. And they'd probably be the BIGGEST snarky wisecracks to each other when off the battle field.

Anyway, their ship name is Artistic Philosophy and I've probably become cancer with posting this.

Bonus: @empressofthesix @cocoishere-23 It's alright if I ship Crimm and Doctor Deep, right?

[writtenndust]

"I know folks like to say 'there's no place like home'. That's true. But man, there ain't a whole lot'a places like AFC Richmond, either." 💙💛❤️

[optional]

You got something you wanna say, Jamie? Uh, I mean, yeah. But—  Great. Let us have it.

[sklira]

傒偢偆傒偺婰壇 | Dormir