#and just use that as ref for if i ever get the opportunity to be happy w my image lol

[stonerzelda]

i wish i had the expendable money to just completely re-swagify my wardrobe man liekk i just want to get some colorful skirts + tripp pants complete w accessories n shit but somehow ive never been able to get to a place where that would be feasible despite cycling thru the same 3 outfits for like 10 years

[leah-lover]

Girlfriend duties. Alexia putellas x reader.

Angst, smut, fluff.

90 minutes and not a single successful shot from you. You were beyond devastated when the ref blew her whistle . Another olympic gold escaping through your grasp. Another lost opportunity at redeeming your country. Another moment of weakness. Another loss.

The stadium erupted at the final blow but at the moment you couldn't hear anything. You just sat down, your head in your hands, and felt nothing. Nothing was going through your head for a few seconds. Then you remember your girls. Most of your teammates were young. This was their second consecutive major loss. You got up quickly, collected yourself and went straight to the first person to console them. You made the round of everybody. You told them how proud you were of them, how good of a job they did throughout the Olympics , and how lucky you were to play with them in the final. Your regard to your own feelings was invisible. You were the captain, it's your duty to help them.

After the team huddle, you made the round of the pitch and met every fan you could. You signed autographs, took pictures, and spent as much time as you could before getting your silver medals.

As expected the winning team clapped for you as you went to get your medals. What hurt you the most about the loss was how better the Spanish team was than you. They were on a different level than you for the whole 90 minutes.

While walking to get your medals, you kept eye contact with the Spanish captain of the night for a little too long. All you wanted was the comfort of her arms. You wanted to cry in her chest, you wanted her to tell you how good you are, you wanted her to talk Spanish to you, to south you, to make love to you, but you couldn't be that selfish. Tonight was her night.. She deserved to celebrate her hard fought win along with you Barca teammates.

It was like she knew your exact thoughts. The look on her face was enough to give you the confidence to wake up those stairs, get your medals and help your team heal.

You didn't stick around to see them get their medals. Instead you followed as a crying teammate to the locker room. After consoling her more, you showered and picked up your phone.

“ I need to see you meet me in the hall please.” texted alexia. Once you saw her name you smiled. You didn't want to ruin her fun so you hesitated in responding. “ please mi alma.”

“ okay.” you responded, dropped your phone and headed to the hall.

The music was getting louder as you approached the Spanish locker room. You stood, your head against the wall,your eyes closed, waiting for alexia. You didn't hear her come near you, you just felt her arms pull you in for a huge. Your head on her shoulder, you didn't dare to open your eyes.

“ mi niña estoy orgulloso de ella.” she whispered kissing you temple.

“ I am not sure there is anything to be proud of.” you respond. she then brings your head in front of her so she can look you in your eyes.

“ don't you ever say that again. You're an olympic medalist now. Plus I saw the way you handled your girls. You were so good to them mi amor.” she added, her thumbs rubbing your cheeks.

“ don't let me ruin your night go celebrate with the girls and tell aitana, ona and the others congrats.”

“ I want to celebrate with you.”

“ We can do that once we are back in Spain, baby. We can't now.”

“ Come with me, we can travel together back to barcelona.”

“ You are kidding right? Baby they don't know about us.”

“ They are our family. It's fine if they knew. I want to be with you.”

The Spanish plane was going to land in Barcelona because they want to do the press there, so going with them would be an easy flight to your home, back to your bed and in ale's comfort. You hesitated before saying yes due to the awkwardness of the situation but you knew that while alexia was there she would be the only one who got your attention.

“ hola bebita, nice of you to join us.” said aitana as soon as she saw you enter their locker room your hand intertwined with alexia’s.

“ merda les capitanes estan juntes al llit.” said ona.

“ no es permeten preguntes de moment. celebrem-nos en pau.” said alexia shutting down the confused faces.

The Spanish girls lit up your mood even though half the time you were texting your teammates. Once you were in the bus, you and alexia sat at the front where no one was. You put your head on her shoulder and she put her hand on your thigh. She kept rubbing her hand along the length of your thigh the whole journey back to the hotel. Once you got to her room and shut the door behind you, you whispered in her ear. “ mommy, i need you.'' She then picked you up, put you down on the bed and proceeded to strip you. She knew that you wanted her too much so she didn't bother to tease you. She just kissed you all over. She kissed your lips, your neck; your chest, your stomach until she arrived at your inner thighs. She spread your legs slowly, and teased your entrance a little before putting two fingers inside you. You arch at her action and release a small moan. While thrusting into you she whispered in your ear how proud she was of you, how good you were for her, and how much she loves you.

“mi amor eres tan bueno para mí. que buena niña." She whispered again before speeding up. Once she realized how close you were she started kissing the sensitive spot on your neck unleashing filthy sounds from you. You came without her permission which she doesn't like. You thought that she would punish you for it. Instead she put her fingers full of your juices in your mouth and said, “límpialos por mí.” After you cleaned them, she got up, handed you water and said, “ I am gonna prepare a bath for us then we are gonna go down and celebrate with the girls okay?.”

“ I love you so much. You are perfect. ” you say to her.

“ I am just doing my girlfriend duties.”

[puck-bunnies]

behind closed doors

umich!luke hughes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, praising, choking, not proof read

word count: 2.3k

me and luke were never much of friends, never even talked much. at least, that’s what everyone thought. no one ever knows what happens behind closed doors.

i have not used this app in forever, meaning i haven’t written a fic in quite a long time so this is me trying to get back into writing. sorry if this is not great and a little rushed, i just haven’t written anything in like five months. anyways, try to enjoy this fic and ill try to write more as soon as i can.

i sit in the living room of my best friends boyfriends house, she sits beside me as all of ethan’s roommates take up every other seat. the lightning vs islanders game plays on the tv, having all of our eyes glued to it.

the boys are in a constant state of yelling, wether is celebrating, yelling at how stupid the refs are, or booing the other team. i’m not as invested as usual, my teams aren’t playing, but ill never miss an opportunity to a hockey game.

my mind also focuses on the close proximity as luke sits beside me, our thighs lightly rubbing against each other ever so softly. the warm summer weather left me wearing shorts and a tank top, causing luke’s hand to glide across my bare skin as he secretly places his hand on my thigh.

i never intended on sneaking around with luke, it all just happened one day, the house was empty and quiet. we got to talking, venturing from subjects like our classes, plans for our future, and somehow turning into our sex life.

he learned that i’ve never really gotten quite what i need, never feeling that spark with any guy that i’ve been with. them never wanting to try anything i’ve wanted to, i’ve never been fully satisfied.

he continued to tell me how he has slept around quite a bit. nearly almost always leaving the rink with some new blonde puck bunny stuck to his arm. he didn’t wear it as a trophy, or say that he regretted any of it, all just saying it’s apart of his past. his history he can’t and won’t change.

one thing led to another, his hands roaming my body as my lips bit down on his. my hands squeezing the mattress tightly with every moan escaping my lips.

we didn’t even stop there, whenever we could find a time to be alone, we were tangled in each others arms.

here we are now, not even able to keep our hands to ourselves in sight of one another. i try to shake his hand off, not wanting any of the surrounding eyes to see his intimate gesture. he doesn’t move, squeezing my skin harder. i softly pierce my bottom lip with my teeth, try to calm my nerves. i can feel heat bubbling up to my face, painting my cheeks with a faint blush.

my eyes peer over to him, giving him a pleading look to start behaving. he doesn’t budge, giving me a side smirk before returning his eyes on the game.

rutger groans loudly as the 2nd period finishes, “fuck the lightning.” he swears as they’re pulling a 4-1 lead. he chugs back the rest of his beer, throwing the can on the ground in some grown man temper tantrum.

the ads run during the commercial break, leaving the rest of us to disregard the television for the time being. my heart starts to quicken, without their distraction of the game they’re eyes could fall upon luke’s hand on me.

my mind tries to work fast, but the only thing i can think of doing is grabbing the blanket next to me and covering myself with it, concealing us from the wandering eyes. luke’s lips curl into a smirk, proud of me not forcing him off, knowing that i want it. that i want him.

his hand becomes bolder, rubbing up and down my inner thigh. i bite my bottom lip again, trying to stabilize myself from this new feeling. his fingers become more adventurous, going to the hem of my shorts.

“fuck.” i softly mumble to myself, luke’s soft chuckle tells me that he hears my light groans. his fingers don’t stop there, rubbing up to the bottom of my shirt, toying with the cotton material.

the pads of his fingers brush against my sensitive skin, right across the bottom of my stomach. fire engulfs my stomach, my breath hitches as he rubs softly back and forth, tickling my skin.

the game comes back for the final period, my eyes keep trained on the hockey game, but my mind can only focus on his touch as it drives me insane.

he feels my stomach hitch with my breath, he knows i want him so badly, he knows what he does to me. i squeeze my thighs together, trying to cause some type of sensation in my growing wetness.

i can’t take his teasing fingers anymore, ���meet me in my room.” i whisper to him. rising from the couch and walking away from the crowded living room. i head for the direction of the bathroom, making them hear my footsteps as i lead their ears to the door closing. i stay outside the bathroom, tiptoeing to my room in an unsteady waiting of luke.

the door finally opens, luke quickly closing the door silently behind him. a deep breath is all i can hear from him, turning around to look at me patiently sitting on the foot of my bed. he takes a seat beside me, quickly gripping my hips and pulling me onto his lap.

“it’s been awhile since we’ve been alone,” my fingers rake up the back of his head, through his soft brown hair, my finger swirling around a curly lock. “too long.” a soft sigh parts from his lips as my fingers lightly scratch at his scalp.

he keeps his hands on my hips, roughly gripping at my denim shorts. “i missed your hands all over me. you can’t tease me out there and not expect me to want more.”

our bodies come closer, our lips so close together, our hearts syncing their beats. i can barely hold myself back from making up that final inch. “tell me how badly you want me.”

“i want you..” he shyly gives into my need. it’s not enough for me, i feed off of hearing how badly he wants me, his hands rubbing up and down my body, the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside me.

“oh yeah…” my lips attach to his neck, softly kissing down from his jaw.

finally he gives in, “i want to feel you against me, your lips on mine, every inch of your beautiful body baby.”

a devilish smirk spreads on my face, “mmm, is that right?” i mumble against his neck, softly sinking my teeth into his sensitive skin, sucking the spot to soothe it after.

“oh god yes.” luke practically moans out. his hands become adventurous, slowly going down to hold my ass in his hands, gripping at my clothed skin. they make their way down farther, gripping at my exposed thighs while my kisses go back up his jaw.

i crave for his taste, forcefully pressing my lips against his in a hungry state. my tongue quickly sliding into his mouth, hands combing through his messy curls, pushing him closer into me. he guides my hips back and forth on him, i can feel him hardening underneath me.

breaking the kiss to catch my breath, i drop my head onto his shoulders as i feel his hands press against my pussy. my hips still grind on him, but instead of just on his hard cock, it’s on his fingers. “mmm, you want me that bad?” he chuckles, i nod against his shoulder.

he undoes my shorts, exposing the top of my pink lacy panties, his fingers drag down them, going farther into my pants. they settle on my wetness, my hips stop rocking, focusing on the closer touch. “god you’re soaked.”

my lip sticks to my teeth in a harsh lip bite, my walls clench around nothing, begging to be filled by him. his fingers work slow and teasingly, rubbing circles around my clothed clit, watching me squirm on top of him. my back slightly arches, legs slowly opening wider for him to have better access to my aching pussy. “needy, are we?”

i softly whimper, my hips start to grind again, craving more attention from his teasingly slow hands. his fingers move the crotch of my panties aside, touching my wetness with his bare fingers, feeling my folds and them dripping for him. my head lifts off his shoulder, taking a glance down at his hand stuffed down my pants, looking back deep into his eyes.

i take a deep breath out, without a single warning he thrusts a finger in my pussy. making me loudly squeal with surprise. he quickly covers my mouth, stopping his finger in me. “you have to be quiet princess, you don’t want us getting caught, now do you?” he asks. i shake my head no, he hums at my obedience. “good girl.” his voice is in a whisper, softly praising me.

he begins to move his finger once again, letting me adjust to the new sensation before adding another, stretching me out for him. curling his fingers up to my g-spot. finally trusting me enough not to scream, he moves his hand off of my face, settling it down on my hip to keep me steady.

my hands grasp at his curly locks, trying to compose myself. as he adds another finger i bite down on my bottom lip, trying to keep the wanting moans from escaping my lips. a smirk spreads across luke’s face, watching what he can do to me with just his hands. i curse under my breath, dropping my head down to keep my brain straight, the pleasure slowly becoming less bearable.

his fingers quicken, hand comes off my hip and to my chin, lifting my head to force me to stare back into his eyes. “look at me while i’m finger fucking you baby.” my teeth puncture my bottom lip harder, my chest heaving with all the moans i keep to myself. i slip up and let on me out, hard hands hit my throat, softly squeezing. “i thought i told you to keep quiet?”

his grip loosens to allow me to take a breath, closing back up as soon as my chest rises. another finger slips in my cunt, my legs start to squirm, toes curling and hands squeezing his hair. his fingers losen from my throat, falling down to the straps of my tank top. he pulls one strap off each shoulder, one at a time. hooking two fingers at the neckline and pulling down, my tits falling out from my lack of wearing a bra.

he wastes no time before gripping my breast, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud. i clench around his fingers, my senses overloading with pleasure. he lowers his head, kitty licking my other nipple. i softly moan, not loud enough for luke to get me in trouble again, but enough for him to know the things he’s doing to me.

my stomach clenches, the feeling i know very well as my head starts to feel light. “i’m so close.” i whimper out. luke doesn’t let up, switching to my other breast, sucking on the nipple before softly biting the skin.

my whole body clenches as i feel my climax, luke’s quick fingers curling inside me quickly. it all comes raining down, my pussy clenching around him as i coat his fingers with myself. he backs up, letting me heave and fall down on his chest to catch my breath.

i quietly curse under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut to recover from my high. i life my head back up to look luke in the eyes. he removes his fingers from my folds, fingers coated with my cum. he slides his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. my breath catches in my throat again, god damn he makes me want more.

“you’re such a good girl Y/N.” he pops his fingers out of his mouth, “i wish i could fuck you silly right now. but i want to keep all those precious moans to myself, when we can be completely alone.”

before i can even react to his words he puts his lips back onto mine, slipping his tongue in my mouth to let me taste myself. his fingers plant back onto my hips, helping me up to my feet so he can get out from underneath me.

“you go get yourself cleaned up and meet me back in the living room. i pray we weren’t gone too long for anyone to notice.” he whispers, fixing my hair from the sweat that beads on my forehead.

i nod to his words, giving him one last little kiss before he silently slips out of my bedroom. my try to regain my normal breathing patterns, my brain still fuzzy from my previous orgasm.

i obey luke’s wishes, tiptoeing to the bathroom to clean myself off. splashing water into my face to try to remove my blushing red cheeks. i walk back out to the bathroom, seeing everyone engrossed in the final minutes of the third period. i thankfully sigh, slipping back between the guys to sit back down beside luke. he offers me a light smirk, we both then back to the television, watching the game unfold.

[wosoamazing]

Barça v Arsenal

Summary: Based on a request I can’t find, someone wanted a Barça x Arsenal match for the series.

Warnings: Start of a panic attack but doesn't actually happen. Mentions of pregnancy and I guess morning sickness

A/N: Match is fake obviously - trying to find some happiness in Lia’s injury….. Also it’s quite short and not the best but at least it is something.

You were pacing the length of the locker room, trying to shake the fact that you were about to verse your third family, Arsenal, with the hopes of pummeling them. “Can you stop you’re making me nervous,” someone commented, you were too in your head to know who it was, “no,” you bluntly replied while still pacing, you felt the fear start to rise though as your heart rate increased ever so slightly and it was becoming slightly harder to breath.

“Okay everyone it’s probably time to warm up, Y/N/N and I will meet you all out there” Alexia instructed the team.

“Bebita,” she waited but didn’t get a response, “Y/N/N it’s going to be okay,” “but what if its not, we have to beat them, I have-” you were stopped by Alexia who pulled you in for a hug, “Stop rambling, you will be fine. You are amazing, you’re going to show them all up, Sì?” “Sì”

_____

The game is going well, well better that well. Barça is 6 goals up and there is still 30 mins left in the game, you won a 1v1 with Leah and smirked at her “Guess I am the better Williamson now,” “We’ll see about that”

In the 89th minute you had a perfect opportunity, you kicked the ball, and it went through Leah’s legs before it found the back of the net.

“You just nutmegged me” you just shrugged as you walked away, “oh what don't even celebrate goals now?” “Nah score to many of them,” you smirk back to your sister, before the ref blew the whistle. 

At that moment Leah really expected you to go to her first, she was just right there and you hadn’t seen each other in so long, but you didn't you sprinted over to Alexia and sprung into her arms, she caught you with ease, like it was something that you do often, spinning you around before she put you down.

Lia walked over to stand behind your sister who was standing with Beth, Steph, and Viv, she was looking over at you though. Lia wrapped her arms around Leah’s waist, before whispering something to her, “She’ll come over, just give her a moment, and it’s good she isn’t coming over straight away, it means she really does like it there, I mean look at them all.” Leah nodded, she knew her girlfriend was right, but she still couldn’t help the feeling that she had been replaced by Alexia.

“Brace for impact” Leah looked at Steph as she saw you running over, you jumped up on Steph.

“I think you’re getting too big for that now,” “Nah, I’m not even an adult yet.” You wake around to Leah and she wrapped her arms around you. “I missed you,” “I missed you too bug, but we get to spend tonight and tomorrow together,” you nodded, before turning around in her arms, so you could face the others.

“You were amazing today,” Steph said “Thanks, I miss you all.” “We miss you too, you know-” “Shit kid you’re insane, you literally are amazing” Katie said as she ran over to join you all. 

“I’m just going to go check on Lia, you keep talking, I’ll come get you when it’s time to leave” Your sister told you quietly, you nodded before you looked over to see Lia, she was heading down the tunnel.

_____

“Y/N, ready to go?” Leah eyes you up and down, “Um, I’ll have a shower at home,” You had been so busy talking to everyone you hadn’t had time to have a shower and change.

“Okay, Lia is already in the car, so just meet us there, because I’m assuming you have to go return someone” she gestured to Harper who you had held in your arms, you nodded before going your separate ways, you followed Mini and Kyra to their car and put Harper in her carseat, before walking over to to where Leah and Lia were sitting in the car. As you opened the door you noticed Lia looked a little pale and almost as if she had been crying. She held onto her water bottle tightly. You were slightly confused, as she seemed fine earlier, but maybe it was due to whatever injury she had.

“You know bug, you would be a fantastic aunt,” Leah let slip as she started the car.

“Huh,” you saw Lia give your sister a mixed look, you weren't really sure what it was communicating, but you figured out pretty quickly what was going on “Wait, no, really?” your voice got embarrassingly higher with each word.

“Yes Bug really, but you can’t tell anyone, we hadn’t planned to tell you today but I mean you probably would’ve figured it out, considering I’m not actually injured, plus the sickness.” Lia responded to you, it now made sense why she looked like she did when you got in the car, “But Bug, you have to promise not to tell anyone. No one else knows, we only got the results back from the clinic yesterday,” your sister added.

“I promise I won’t, but I’m so excited for you both, you’re going to be great Mums. Also I’m sorry for making you wait for me, I just-” “it’s okay, don’t worry, I’m just glad you got to see everyone and that we get to spend time together”

“Can we name the baby Y/N?” 

[xhollandlilsx]

Red Card (pt 2) - (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Concept- Leah and Y/N have been broken up for months, but things kick off when Leah gets jealous during the game against Y/Ns team.

Warnings: Shit Ending.

Pt 1 << Here.

“You ready?” Ella asked as I sat down next to her on the bus, we were still waiting for a few players to arrive but because of the cold they let us on the coach early.

“Of course!” I replied excitedly. The recovery period was awful. 6 weeks of not playing, my first training session back I could not keep up, I knew I’d be on the bench at the start of the game, Marc had an idea of me being a ‘Super Sub’.

I’d only been back for one game before international break started and we were thrown into the England base camp, we had a game against

“You heard from-“

“Yep. A good amount of messages and calls”

“Did you answer?” She asked as we waited at a traffic light and I put ABBA on for her.

“Nope.” I sighed, “She tried to talk to me at training this week too, I just walked away, I couldn’t.”

She did refrain from asking any more, when she realised my tone had changed. It hurt me to ignore Leah but she messed up. Big time.

I pulled my AirPods from my England puffer jacket I had wrapped around me, and offered one to Ella. I wanted to get my head in focus, so I put mine in as Ella shrugged and accepted it putting it in her ear.

*******

We got off the coach and I took a deep breath, before stepping off after Lucy, I’d spent the week with Georgia, Lucy and Kiera, whenever they weren’t with Leah. I wasn’t petty, I was pissed off.

I looked into the camera to the right of us as we walked into Wembley, preparing for the game against Brazil. Raised a fist up and silently cheered before laughing and carrying on walking.

We all made our way to the changing room as I walked over to my shirt, putting my duffel bag on the floor. I smiled at my name in big letters along with the number 11, taking a deep breath I left it on its hanger and sat under it, seeing Georgia pull her phone out and take a photo, so I posed for it before grabbing my shin pads and throwing them on under my joggers.

When it was time to go out and warm up, the atmosphere was insane, ever since the euros there has been a massive influx of fans. I jogged over to the other side line, as fans cheered and clapped, I ran along side Alessia and Chloe. All of us running almost in waves to the side line as fans cheered, the three of us ran over and started to pass one of the balls back and forth between us.

“You alright?” I asked Less, as she looked slightly nervous, like something was bothering her.

“Yeah!” She smiled before kicking the ball to Chloe.

After we’d all warmed up, we began to walk back inside. I shoved my hands in my pockets, only taking them out to wave at a few fans sat around the tunnel.

*******

The game kicked off, and I was not in the starting eleven. If I’m honest I didn’t want to be. I liked the idea of being a ‘super sub’ for this game, I knew the way Brazil operated.

I sat on the side rubbing my hands together trying to generate some heat, the whistle blew for the kick off after everyone took the knee.

The game started off with England having most possession, but Brazil were putting up a good fight. I spent most of the first half an hour ruining my vocal chords, screaming and shouting while sat next to Alessia and Nikita.

“We aren’t playing wide enough” Nikita spoke as she watched. I nodded before I saw one of the Brazilian players collide, hard, with Leah.

“Ref!” I shouted from the side line. It was dirty and anyone with eyes could see that. Leah was stopping that player at any opportunity Brazil made, so you could tell the player had enough, “What the fuck!”

I shook my head as I crossed my arms and watched the ref hold up a yellow card, though Leah was limping back into position.

“Serena, how long?” I asked, hoping to go on soon. My eyes stayed trained on Leah, how she was limping.

“Not yet” She shook her head, I trusted her more than anything, I knew she was only keeping me off because of my injury, and worry that I wouldn’t be 100% like I usually am.

******

Half way through the second half I saw Serena wave me over. I quickly threw my bib off and warmed up, running up and down the side line a couple times.

I adjusted my socks before the ref called for the substitution, Chloe ran over to me and high-fived me before whispering ‘number 15’ in my ear. Meaning number 18 is gonna be my biggest problem.

I nodded before jogging on and into position, where there was a throw in being taken.

‘Substitution for England, coming off, number eighteen, Chloe Kelly. Being substituted for number eleven, Y/N Y/L/N.’

It always felt good when fans screamed when your name was called out, but nothing like Wembley. The crowd erupted, making Georgia look at me with a ‘what the-‘ look to which I mirrored.

I tucked my fly always behind my ears and waited for the ref to blow the whistle to start again. When she did we were off.

It didn’t take long for me to get the ball from one of their players, passing it out wide to Ella. I didn’t waste any time in running up the pitch, Ella made it around the players coming at her and attempted a cross, at which when I went to connect my foot to it, I felt a huge shove to the back by a pair of hands making me fall forward to my knees.

“What the fuck!” I shouted standing up again, as the ref blew the whistle, almost squaring up to the girl.

“Não havia nada de errado com isso. Eu mal toquei em você!” She argued to which I lost it.

“Você me empurrou pelas costas! Foda-se cara.” I shook my head as the ref came and stood between us, holding up a yellow card, booking her.

“Back into position!” Leah shouted over the fans cheering at the ref’s decision, I shook my head before walking back into position, fans chanting ‘my’ chant, the reaction from fans never ceases to amaze me, especially when you actually look up and see signs with your name on, or backs with your name on.

Around the 80th minute we were drawing 1-1, Leah had been subbed off due to her limp along with Lauren and Fran. My eyes scanned every player wearing a white shirt and nodded to myself a million plays taking place in my head. I waited until I had the ball at my feet, before passing it long out wide to Ella again, only I just about made it to the edge of the box when a cross came in from Ella.

My foot made contact with it sending it above the goalkeepers hands and into the back of the net. Excitement filling my body as I ran over to the side and jumped turning mid air and pointing to the name on the back of my shirt with my thumbs.

The crowd was ecstatic, I smiled as Georgia jumped into my arms. I lifted her up and laughed as a bunch of the other girls ran over and hugged us too. On my run back to my position I looked over to see Leah cheering too ^^, giving me a proud nod.

I kept my head down for the rest of the game managing two more goals in the space of 11 minutes, including five minutes added time. I couldn’t have done it without the amazing assists from the girls but I was happy for once with the way I’d played.

********

On the walk back to the changing room we made our way to the tunnel, and Kiera jumped on my back, messing my ponytail up.

I shook my head before shrugging her off and smiling at a group of fans with their phones out and holding signs up with my name on it. I saw a little girl smiling with her beanie on a little too low and a United shirt with my name on for me to sign.

I shook my head before pointing to the pen in her hand, and mouthing ‘pen’ to her knowing she wouldn’t hear me over the music and the fans, and she threw it down to me. I saw Leah stop beside me looking up in confusion as to what I was doing.

I took my England shirt from over my head and told Leah to turn around so I could sign it on her back. She did so without any protest, silently hoping this was a sign we were good again. I just knew there was no point being at odds when there’s this many cameras on us.

I signed it and wrapped it up in a ball with the pen and threw it up to the little girl. I saw her begin to cry as I blew her a kiss and waved at a few others before walking inside with Leah and now Georgia.

**********

The game ended on a 2-1 win to England, Lucy and I scoring the goals for England. Once in the changing room after I sat next to Georgia as she was wearing number 10, and we were talking about the game when I saw her look over to the other side of the room and nod.

I followed her eyes but there was a few of them, so I didn’t know who she was nodding to.

“Y’alright?” I asked her to which she nodded and closed her duffel bag.

“Please talk to her. I know what happened, and it was shitty. But please” Georgia begged me before walking out with a few of the other girls, leaving just Leah, Ellie and I.

Although I think Ellie got the picture when she looked between us and excused herself taking her half opened bag with her.

“Y/N.” She started before stopping obviously not having planned this out, “You have every reason to hate me. Like really hate me. I already hate myself, If I could take it back I would, I don’t even know what came over me. I was blind with anger.”

“Why?”

“W-when I saw you… with Russo. I lost it… I thought you’d moved on, and I couldn’t bare to see you move on. I know it’s selfish.” She sighed sitting opposite me, resting her elbows on her knees like I was.

“Leah you fractured my ribs.” I told her, with a heavy breath, “Alessia told me you had been giving her the cold shoulder all week too. I told you time and time again when we were together that I had no interest in Less. That I only wanted you, but you never accepted that. But what you did, Leah…”

“I know. God Y/N I know, I hate myself for what I did, when I saw you in that hospital room I was disgusted with myself, and I know I was a dick to you, but Y/N I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I just… I’m not asking you to be with me, I just need you to hear that I’m sorry.”

“I hear you.” I nodded, my tone a little more blunt than I intended to be, before picking my duffel bag up from the floor and attempting to walk out of the door to my left when she shot up and stopped me by placing her hands either side of my cheeks, with a ‘no…’.

We both stumbled slightly before she placed her forehead against mine, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Im sorry, I’m sorry.”

She repeated like a prayer whispering, as I closed my eyes, as much as she hurt me, I couldn’t deny the full feeling in my heart, the small ache when she stood so close to me. We’ve all done things we regret when angry, said things, punched things, threw things, but this wasn’t something I was gonna take lightly.

The way her hair eyes watered as she let a small sob interrupt her ‘sorry’s’. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped hers around my neck, I sighed, realising no matter what happens, I will love this girl with every fibre of my being.

I knew I couldn’t forgive her fully yet, but I also knew I couldn’t stay mad at her, I wanted to forgive her, but I had to take the first step.

Acceptance.

A/N: I hate this. I hate the ending but oh well, Bon appetite.

[ruthytwoshakes]

Howdy everyone!! I got super inspired by @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense class swap au and wanted to try my hand at it!

I really love these designs!! If people like them too I’ll make some full refs and make some more content with them. I probably will anyway because I have so many ideas.

Under the keep reading I added wayyy too much description if you’re interested. You are interested you will read I’m using my evil mind magic to make you want to read

(I’ll address them by their names to make it less confusing btw. Pyro and Spy are called Demonan and Soldier though. I’ll name them one day probably)

For Medic and Heavy I kinda swapped their backstories and personalities. Misha is an only child who comes from a family of, fucked up to say the least, doctors. He lost his medical license for stealing the entirety of a patient’s skin. Misha is much more of a hardass with a superiority complex. Cold and callous. He takes himself and his work very seriously,, thinks he is very scary. The other mercs don’t really give a shit, which infuriates him to no end. He cares about his teammates! somewhere deep down inside ,, like really far down. Probably. Really attached to his tools, names them like how the original Heavy names his guns. He’s pretty fluent with English.

Ludwig is much more silly and caring. He’s the youngest sibling out of his 3 sisters, and took this job because he feels obligated to pay back his family for protecting him and helping him go through college. He’s not sadistic per se, more just, really loves the blood, guts, and carnage of war, and has a very morbid curiosity. He often accompanies the Medic when he's doing operations, if he's not already the patient himself. Misha adores how fascinated he is by all of it, and gladly answers and questions he may have. Very loud and extroverted,, his laughs can be heard from miles away. He kinda scares the other mercs, but he’s trying his best to tone it down. He has a horde of pigeons that just ,, follow him around. He doesn’t really know where they came from. His favorite is named Euripides. He’s intermediate at English.

For Sniper and Scout I kinda kept their backstories the same, they just had different personalities and life circumstances that led to them taking their respective jobs. Jeremy is the older brother of 7 little sisters. His mother had him when she was 16 and going through college, leading Jeremy to have to grow up fast. He and his mom have always had to pick up odd jobs to help pay the bills. One of Jeremy’s bosses took him out onto a shooting range one day and noticed he was a natural. He encouraged him to take up predator/invasive species control to help pay the bills and helped him get started, Jeremy eventually saved up enough to move to the northwest. As he got more skilled, some shady people took note and offered him some more,,, lucrative opportunities. He’s a hick with a slight Boston accent, making him all the more awkward. Pretty introverted, the only friends he's ever had is his little siblings. He’s quick-witted when he wants to be, but usually stays quiet. He seems pretty cold tough, but will change really quickly around little kids. Drinks way too many energy drinks to compensate for his insomnia.

Mick is an only child and basically the Australian version of Scout. Which is a terrifying concept!! he scares me. He’s a pretty extroverted guy, but was still bullied for his scrawny appearance and a lack of mustache hairs when he was little, so he devoted himself to becoming the best track runner in Australia. Also he couldn’t win a fight against anyone and he tended to piss off a lot of people, so running was a necessity. He doesn’t have any siblings, but he has a lot of older friends who treat him like a little brother. He likes to paint in his free time. Took the job to help support his parents and to explore the world, or just New Mexico. Annoying jock bastard. He wears those tank tops with the holes at the sides that just go all the way down,, not even a shirt at that point. Still throws piss at people because I think its really fucking funny.

Nobody quite knows where Soldier came from, not even herself. All she knows is that she’s a General, and a damn good one at that. Although his team would like to suggest otherwise. She’s loud and erratic, missing quite a few cogs in her brain. Not lead poisoned like the original soldier, I’m leaning towards a lobotomy that really melted his brain, soupe de cerveau or somethinf. Even though she lost her mind, she kept her great commanding skills and leads the team in attacks. He can be found planning and strategizing for the next round, or hanging out with the other team’s Demo. A bit silly, a bit goofy. Comically patriotic like the original Soldier. Parleys-tu Français, DO YOU SPEAK FRRRENCH ??? Non tu ne le fais pas, you don’t? FUCK YOU

Tavish and pyros personalities are a kinda combined? I just took little bits from both of them and squashed them together. Tavish is a pyromaniac hailing from Scotland. There’s rumors that he was the cause of the fire storm that rained down on Scotland for about a week, but he’s never confirmed or denied this. His voice isn’t all that muffled, his Scottish dialect is just so thick that nobody can understand him, except for Ms Pauling and Engineer like usual. Tavish can be pretty unstable and hyperactive, but an overall happy-go-lucky guy. Drinks responsibly most of the time! Still depressed! Lots of Molotov cocktails. His favorite animal is the Pegasus, and his life's goal is to find and tame one some day.

Dell is the same personality wise, just more like spy. So a bit more stuck up lol. He also shares the same care that the original spy shows for his team, as long as it benefits him along the way. Dell comes from a long family line of Spy’s that all worked for the Mann brothers, they stole Australium for them and kept them safe from other entity's that wanted to have control over the Australium too. His goggles have all that super cool spy stuff in them, night vision, cameras, a radio. Jane helped him add some new features as of late, . I'm not sure how to incorporate Dell's fascination with trans-humanism into this Dell quite yet. Maybe something to do with his senses? Name’s Spy. Spy Gaming.

Jane is pretty much the same silly little guy,, but now with 11 phds! And he’s not lead poisoned anymore! Nobody’s quite sure where Jane comes from, every time he’s asked he always changes up his backstory. He tends to slack off more than the original soldier, "A good hard-working American always knows when to take breaks!" He's also built a variety of raccoon-themed machines that get into mischief around the base. He and the Pyro are good buddies! He likes reading their stories, and gently encouraging them to write more. He's pretty strict when it comes to safety, and will come down hard on his teammates for messing around. THAT IS NOT OSHA APPROVED HEAD-WEAR MAGGOT!

Demoman is more like Tavish backstory-wise in this. They’re a midwesterner with way too much free time who blew up their family’s corn field by accident when they were little, oh and their parents. Their bio family crawled out from the remains of the farm and took them in after they proved themselves, even with their lack of tentacles and wings. (yeah their parents are the Great Old Ones, cthulhu guys, for sillies :3 ) They still like to do creative stuff (but adult-ified because adults are insecure about having fun for some reason.) like adult coloring books, or oil painting, or having adult tea parties. Demoland is a book that they're writing, and will TOTALLY 100% work on this weekend. They hate eye contact and have never been seen without their bombsuit on, except for Scout, but he can comprehend these otherworldy horrors perfectly fine so idk maybe you have a skill issue or something.

Heavy is Medic

Medic is Heavy

Sniper is Scout

Scout is Sniper

Spy is Soldier

Demoman is Pyro

Engineer is Spy

Soldier is Engineer

Pyro is Demoman

notes: I was thinking of making Dell Jeremy's father, but I didn't want to change up Jeremy's facial features too much, so Spy remains. Mick has that neck-mic thingy that soap from COD has because I was scrolling through soapghost on pintrest help. Soldier wasn't actually a general, I was thinking he was just somebody who knew too much. But after she got the lobotomy, I'm thinking she did something similar to soldier and tried to get into the military, and failed. Ludwig is the biggest on the team, with Misha having a more agile body type. Still a bear!! Just a bit smaller. This art is a bit old because I've been working on this since MAY?!?!??? ough. Maybe I'll swap some side characters as well! Pauling with Bidwell, Saxton with Helen, if ya want you could give me some suggestions 👁 👁 This is all Merasmus's fault some how, babygirl messes up the timeline for the sillies, the funny haha even. I love her <3333 Also sorry if the info for Jeremy is incorrect, I just thought it would be neat idk a whole lot about hunting.

[overtrred28]

Stargirl | matildas x original character fic [part three]

Words; 2.1k

Pairings; matildas team x astrid taylor (OC)

Warnings; none (i don't think)

A/N; part three everyone. longest one so far, if they're too long please lmk and i can make them shorter if needed. hope you enjoy this one, favourite part so far.

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The day had finally arrived and Astrid didn’t even know that today could be the day she was waiting for. It was game day, 8th of April 2022, a friendly between Australia and New Zealand at the Queensland Country Bank Stadium in Townsville. 

The starting 11 walked out onto that pitch and the rest took their seats on the bench, anxious to see how the game would pan out today. It was in the 32nd minute that New Zealand scored their goal, officially taking the lead. After the halftime break and some substitutions the game began again, the Matildas managing to keep strong possession on the ball down their side. 

It was nearing the end of full time and New Zealand were still in the lead 1-0 and the girls were struggling to just get that ball in the net, the opposing defence strong as ever. Astrid was sitting on the bench, nervously watching the game ahead of her when Tony approached her. 

“Taylor.” Tony called out to her, Astrid instantly looking up at her coach. “Start warming up again, you’re subbing for Fowler.” Tony smiled watching the young player’s face light up and give him a firm nod. Charli gave her a shoulder shake and let out a small squeal as Astrid got up, moving over to the sidelines to warm up again. It was finally happening, she was finally making her debut for Australia. 

“Ready kid?” Tony caught Astrid’s attention as she ran back over to where the assistant ref was signalling for a substitution. And before she knew it, Mary was running over, engaging Astrid in a small hug before she ran on the pitch. The crowd cheered as the youngster came on with 13 minutes till full time, taking her position on the right side of the field. 

Only 3 minutes later Steph Catley is set to take a free kick. The players are all lined up, ready for the ball to fly towards them. Steph nods to the ref and uses her trusty left foot to shoot it towards the wall of players, angles the ball slightly further from Astrid who’s already running, Kerr goes for a header goal but it falls short. 

Astrid feels as if she's suddenly going in slow motion. She sees the ball leave Sam's head and she runs faster, lifting up her right leg to catch it and knock it towards the goal. And as if the universe was on her side, the goalie had run slightly away from Astrid's position of the goal, giving her the perfect opportunity to sink it into the top left corner of the net. 

As they see it ripple the crowd roars with cheers, every player on the bench rising to their feet in celebration, Tony making a run for the edge of the technical area in celebration. Astrid stood still with her mouth agape, shocked as to what had just happened. It wasn’t till Foord came running to her, gripping her body in celebration that she could breathe again, turning to face Caitlin as a wide smile grew on both of their faces. The rest of the team on the field came charging down on the pitch to jump all over the young player, screaming and yelling their excitement. 

GOOOAAALLL! And it’s a magnificent one to equalise the Matildas with New Zealand by none other than number 3, Astrid Taylor in the 80th minute! This is her first ever Matilda's goal and what a shot it was by the 17 year old, with only being on the pitch for less than 5 minutes AND in her international debut! It’s unbelievable. 

At that moment Astrid almost started crying. 17 years old, finally playing her first game for her country and a game changing goal 10 minutes from full time in front of a massive crowd. Her teammates were beyond proud of her, not only for her first goal but for bringing them to an equaliser after a long and tough game. 

Full time ended and still at a tie, the team patiently waited to see how many extra minutes were given to hopefully score once more and take the win. An additional 5 minutes is shown after Cortnee subs Hayley, Astrid giving her a high five and focus is pulled back to the game. Astrid bounces on her feet, body now pumping with adrenaline to take this home. 

And with the magic right boot of Emily Van Egmond the Matildas gained a goal in the 93rd minute, bringing them in front of New Zealand. The stadium erupts once more after the ball ripples the net, Emily running straight for Polkinghorne as the rest of the team follows suit, celebrating with her before returning to their places, focusing on the last 30 seconds of time. 

Australia wins a corner and Steph runs to take it, officially over stoppage time when she shoots it over to the goal, it bounces backwards off Alanna’s head and by miracle Sam Kerr knocks it over the players and past the white line. 

Sam runs straight to Steph with her arms outstretched, catching her up high as they meet, everyone else following behind with outcries of excitement, jumping on top of each other in celebration. The time is still running and the players are instructed to return to their positions. The ball is played and all though it gets shot down to Lydia in the Aus goal, no one runs to defend, the final whistle blowing before there's even a chance it could go in. 

They’ve done it, they've won. 3-1 over New Zealand and Astrid could not be more ecstatic to have been a help in that. The Townsville crowd erupt in cheers in favour of the Matildas and they all release massive smiles before they go off and shake hands with their own players and those on the New Zealand team. The players on the sideline slowly make their way onto the field, Charli running directly to Astrid, engulfing her close friend in a tight embrace, spinning her around on the field. 

“YOUR DEBUT AND A GOAL?! I’M SO PROUD.” Charli yelled over the loud stadium music. Giving a final squeeze they let go and Charli rests an arm over Astrid's shoulder, pulling her into her side, incredibly proud of her friend as they walk the pitch to meet their teammates. So far this was the best day of Astrid’s life and one she would remember for the rest of her life. Tony reached the pair on the pitch and held Astrid’s hands. 

“Congratulations, I’m very proud, Astrid.” Tony nodded his head at the young player as she looked at him.

“Thank you Tony.” Was all Astrid could get out without her voice cracking, trying to not cry tears of happiness. Kyra and Cortnee ran to hug her first, squeezing her tight with pride. As they began to do their lap of the pitch, the rest of the team embraced Astrid, congratulating her, saying how proud they were, and grateful she brought them to that equaliser. 

Eventually a presenter called out to Astrid and she ran over to them, fixing her hair as best as she could and removing some sweat from her face. 

“Astrid, do you mind doing a small post-match interview?” The lady from Channel 10 asked. 

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Astrid nodded and straightened out her shirt. 

“Great.” The presenter waited for the go ahead before talking again. “We’ve got  Astrid Taylor here, only 17 years old and scoring her first Matildas goal in her first appearance, and an impressive one at that. Astrid, congratulations and how do you feel?” She pointed the mic to Astrid. 

“Oh thank you. Ah yeah. I don’t even really believe it myself. I mean I wasn’t really expecting to be going on at any stage and making my debut tonight, but Tony told me to get ready and then it happened.” Astrid laughed as she talked. 

“I mean it was quite impressive. Only being on for 3 minutes before you were able to sneak it in. What was happening in that moment for you?” The reporter asked and Astrid swallowed. 

“Yeah it was crazy. It was Steph’s kick and I saw it go to Sam and I just began running in that direction, and as it bounced off her head, I caught it and just shot it in the direction of the goal and hoped for the best. I guess it was my luck that Esson was more focused on Sam than me!” Astrid made everyone around her laugh, heart still beating fast with adrenaline and nerves from being on camera. “I’m also just really happy we got the win, Emily and Sam helping us turn the game around so late.” 

“Absolutely incredible. And so is your score sheet with your club Sydney FC. I mean you only joined back in November and you have scored at least 16 goals with them.” 

“Oh thank you. Yeah that club is incredible and I’m so glad I’ve got Viney there with me to get those with.” Astrid smiled brightly. 

“Well again congratulations and thank you. Enjoy the celebrations!” She reached out to shake Astrids hand as she muttered a small ‘thank you’ before walking back to the last lingering teammates that gathered near the tunnel, watching her proudly. 

The bus ride back to the hotel was as expected, loud and full of excitement, obviously preparing to scream their winning chant. 

“BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE, BUILDING UP SUSPENSE. WOOOOOOO.” The team began to chat, banging on seats and windows as Lydia stood up to lead them. 

“IT’S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO PLAY FOR, AND IT’S A GRAND OLD TEAM TO SEE, AND IF YOU KNOW THE HISTORY, IT’S GONNA MAKE YOUR HEART GO WOAH. WE DON’T CARE WHAT THE OTHER TEAMS SAY, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE.” The noise from the bus was getting louder and louder as all players and staff members joined in. “FOR WE ONLY KNOW THERE’S GOING TO BE A SHOW AND THE AUSSIES WILL BE THERE.” 

“WAS IT ONE?” Lydia yelled, awaiting the response. 

“NO.”

WAS IT TWO?”

“NO”

“WAS IT THREE?” 

“YES.” Claps and cheers ran through the bus. 

“HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, WOOOOOO.” Everyone cheered in celebration, clapping loudly, Kyra rubbing Astrid’s hair from her seat next to the other girl. A large smile erupted on the young girls’ face, still in disbelief of what just happened. 

After dinner the room quieted down, everyone paying attention to their captain at the front of the room. 

“Um, obviously a very special game today, glad we got the win today and an incredible performance. Astrid,” Sam directed her eyes to the young girl sat next to Charli and Kyra. “You have worked so hard these past few months and I think I speak on the behalf of all of us when I say we’re so proud. You’ve really proven yourself and today a miracle really happened. Not only your first cap but your first goal in 3 minutes of being on the pitch! I mean I think that might be the most impressive debut in Matildas history.” The room erupted in cheers and claps, Astrid shook her head and covered her face with her hands. 

“Yeah Stargirl!” A shout comes loudly from Charli and the room falls to laughter. 

“So congrats and we’re so happy to have you as part of this team and family.” Sam finished, Charli and Kyra pushing Astrid to get up and walk to the front of the dining room. The girls clapped and cheered for her, a smile on her face as she approached Sam. 

“Thank you.” Astrid mumbled as they hugged, Sam patting her back with a final squeeze, letting go to hand her the official Matildas cap. Astrid looked at it for a second before turning around to face the team, her team. “Um, thank you everyone for making this day so special. A little bit lost for words right now,” She let out a small laugh. “Obviously I can’t take all the credit for the goal, Steph and Sam were the ones who even made it possible, I was just there to help you out. Getting to make my debut today with this group of girls just makes it so special and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without the inspiration of every one of you. Thank you for all the support and I love you all. Thanks.” The room clapped again, Astrid moving over to the side for a photo with her cap. 

Sam then made her speech for Caitlin who played her 100th cap, reminiscing on their journey together before presenting her with her shirt, while also giving a cheer to Katrina who had returned to her first game tonight after having Harper. The night ended with team celebrations before heading to bed to recover from a big game. 

to be continued...

A/N; also i know this may seem a bit unrealistic but we're in a fake world with a fake character who's just really good at football so idc. xx

[soaricarus]

favorite oc of yours? :3

i was gonna say all of them/i can't choose but No ..... this is my blorbo ever. this is eclipse. though i forgot to draw their wings for this one... they're one of my dearest ocs and i swear they're a rain world oc i've just never gotten around to draw them like ... pre-selfmods... i do have pre-the horrors however

this is my beloved i love them dearly ^ they were originally a ferven, a species created by the ancients to act as companion animals [think rain world's edition of cats, lol]. i might get in to making a ref of their species later because they are by no means a regular ferven. they were created by three clouds, lost skies - a prolific and artistic bioengineer.

while they can't exactly speak, they are sapient [unlike. other fervens. but fervens are in general very intelligent] and know how to express themself and communicate with clouds.

umm shit happens wrong place wrong time. they watch clouds get Murdered. absolutely fucking murdered. and its by Mr High Ranking Bioengineer Guy That Has No Morals Whose Name I Shall Not Speak [you can find him on my toyhouse or whatever lmao]. so That Guy sees the perfect opportunity to see if it's possible, just for science really, to turn a creature into an ancient.

he knows how very illegal and immoral this is. he does it anyway. The Horrors[tm] ensue for eclipse and they are NOT taking it well and i actually have this written but i'm not sure if i should share it ... just imagine being so very confused and panicked and nothing you do is familiar so you try to scream but that isn't your voice and this isn't your body what happened- and then it cuts black.

anyway. skipping forward a bit. they get used to it ... sorta. but there's still a lot of body dysmorhpia. That Guy doesn't know eclipse remembers their origins [he's just chalking their weird behaviour up to, well. what they used to be], but he does keep them very... isolated, to say. they don't know a lot of people. near the mass ascension though, he tries to force them in a vat of void fluid and wouldn't you like to know who gets his ass absolutely fucking echoed.

eclipse feles very guilty about this and feels like they weren't justified At All just because of how much vigil manipulated them and their mindset throughout the entire time, so they take off to the surface and just run. they don't know where they're going but they're running. they can't fly, they just lost one of their wings to the void fluid burns coming from the void fluid splashing out and hitting them. the adrenaline rush is whats keeping them from feeling that pain.

so! that just happened! they basically just murdered a man! okay! i don't know about you but when they realized the fuck they just did while the pain also hits them. yeahhhhh that's not ending up very well.

either way, time passes, they make friends with an iterator and said iterator helps them with genemods. eclipse, alike their creator, is also a very prolific bioengineer and knows what they're doing. a lot of the genemods are ones they made themself, while some are made with the help of the iterator - seven songs ablaze.

eventually though, a bunch of time after the mass ascension they find the global line's back up. and boy are they in for a ride

[blushstories]

now that ive seen u write “You’ll be safe, yeah? You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you’re out.” I simply have to request a scenario in which it happens - maybe r really doesnt think she's going to make it out but she manages it and when she gets to hughie and butcher she's so overwhelmed that she just starts to cry, and soft moments w butcher ensue I CAN SEE IT

screaming, crying, a puddle on the floor rn. let's do this. THIS GOT LONG uhh slight tw for refs to the deeps misogyny

You don't know how Hughie managed it last time. Going undercover, planting a bug. You've only been in the building for ten minutes and you're wrestling with your nerves, trying to keep your heartbeat down and your breath steady.

Your boss at work was sent an NDA from Vought after having one of his office buildings destroyed by Homelander. When you mentioned it during dinner one night, all Butcher saw was an opportunity for infiltration, and the planning began.

The man who's taking your meeting is an Everyman type, dressed well, glasses, matter-of-fact tone of voice. Clipboard in hand, he leads you into the largest meeting room you've ever seen. The windows are floor to ceiling, walls were decorated with flatscreen monitors, and the table with seven seats is shaped in a curve that stretches along the entire back half of the room, leaving large gaps between the seats.

"This is where the Seven usually take meetings," the man says contentedly, taking a seat in the middle. You eye the room warily. "Don't they need it to be available, then?" You ask, wondering about the odds of a member of the Seven walking in. But he simply shrugs with a lucked-out smile. "Fortunately, nothing is booked for the rest of the day. Please, take a seat."

So you do. You begin to listen to him at first, but then you zone out: not only are you supposed to plant a bug, but Butcher gave you a chip to plug into one of the PC's. That would help you gain remote access to the server.

The material of the seat's becoming sticky as you grip onto it, heat radiating from your palms. Your gut has twisted into a maze of knots, a boulder settling into the space between your stomach and diaphragm: you're struggling to breathe properly.

"And to seal the deal, just sign here," you zone into the conversation again just as the man finishes his spiel. "Oh! Let me find a pen for you," his eyes blow wide and apologetic, and he turns away from you to dig through his bag. You notice it's stuffed full; the cuff of a jacket spilling out amongst two notepads and a few packs of tissues. You're amused briefly -- you've never known a man to cary packets of tissues before.

While he's distracted, you slip the bug from the inside of your pocket mirror, pretending you're checking on your makeup. He's struggling to find a pen; packets of tissues fall onto the floor and the rustling's more urgent. He bumbles out an apology but he's still folded over the arm of his chair.

Your heartbeat is in your ears, heat flooding to your cheeks, the backs of your knees. Under the table, you peel off the plastic and stick the bug to the table. While you stuff the plastic into the smallest pocket of your jeans -- with a mental note to flush it later -- the man sits up, flushed and dazed. He holds up the pen for you to take, and you sign the document. Before he can conclude the meeting, you sweetly ask if there's a bathroom you can use.

Footsteps echo loudly in the boardroom, and the further away you get, the more confident you feel. An exhilarating thrill rolls through your body with every heartbeat and you're almost out of the room when red leather boots turn the corner.

You stand rooted to the spot, face to face with one of the most evil people alive. Homelander's eyes meet yours, unblinking, not a soul behind them. He's intimidating; tall, he looks you up and down and sniffs, before a smile spreads onto his face. It reminds you of a clown, a performative mask, hiding his true emotions, preparing to manipulate any situation to his advantage.

You're no match: a sensitive soul with flowers in her eyes. You couldn't dream of a fraction of the acts he's committed. You feel sick to the stomach. He looks up at the man behind the table, "And who's this?" He looks back to you. "Where are you going?"

"NDA client," the man at the back says. "The bathroom," you say as lightly as possible, not wishing to poke the bear. He hums and nods. "Well, you'd better hurry then! I was going to offer you a tour," he sucks air in through his teeth, "but I suppose that's more The Deep's thing, right?" He chuckles at his own 'joke', and your heart thuds in your chest. He looks you up and down, you find your feet and excuse yourself, just catching him roll his eyes at you as you pass.

Hot. You're very hot. It's trickling down your palms and your legs, all tingly and fuzzy. Your cheeks burn with the stress of the encounter, just standing in front of the man has made you want to cry.

But you have one more job. You take a deep breath and continue through the almost empty corridors. While you make your way out, you'll find a computer room. The bathroom appears on a left corner, but the signs say the exit is to the right; the moment you turn, you catch red and blue out of your peripheral vision.

You look up and see, to your relief, the door to the men's bathroom. Without looking, because you already know what you'll see, you spin on your heel and enter the ladies, as if you had misread the signs.

You scan the bathroom stalls, and, confident that they're empty, you catch yourself on a sink. Did he recognise you from somewhere? He must have been able to sense your panic. In which case, he knows you've tried to do something. In which case, he'll follow you out.

In which case, you're screwed.

You swear a few times to yourself, taping the cold ceramic edge with your fingertips. Turning the tap as cold as possible, you let it splash across your inner wrists to help lower your temperature.

Then, you apologise to Butcher under your breath because you need to leave. Now.

You leave the bathroom without looking behind you. Fixing your eyes on the exit signs, you follow them, down a flight of stairs, another hallway, why is this building such a maze? Even though you aren't looking for him, you hear another set of footsteps somewhere distantly behind you. They're heavier, steeped in layer after layer of anguish and rage, except it's only simmering.

When they speed up with you it's an instinctive reaction to look over your shoulder -- and there he is, striding maybe twenty feet behind you.

Everything in your body jolts with white hot fear, you speed up again, keep walking, looking forward, when Annie appears to be walking towards you. All you can hear in your head is "luck, luck, luck!"

As her face becomes clearer, you catch her eye, wasting no time to widen yours, stare intendedly and flick your own behind you. She subtly follows your eyes and then she's gone, not showing any acknowledgement of you at all.

Before you slip into the elevator, you hear Annie's melodic speech drifting through the air, until the doors shut. She saved you. You still want to cry. But there's a camera in the corner, so you stand as still and emotionless as possible, suppressing any trembling that appears like a tortured game of whack-a-mole.

The doors open, you see the exit, and you're finally thinking about the future. Where are they?

"You come straight to me and Hughie the moment you're out."

That's what he said, and now you've turned the corner from Vought and tears are collecting in the corners of your eyes. Scanning the busy streets and avoiding strangers' eye contact. You see his car first, and then you notice the two men leaning against each side, conversing over the roof of the car.

When Butcher sees you approaching, he's only filled with the raw relief that you're alive and begins to smile proudly. But then the sun catches the glistening streaks on your cheeks and your eyes are bloodshot and your shoulders are quirking unnaturally, and dread pools in his stomach. His gut has been hacked into and when you throw your arms around his neck and begin to cry, he assumes the worst.

"I'm sorry-- I'm so sorry, I tried..." your eyelashes tickle his neck, tears seeping into the collar of his shirt. He's startled, and it takes him a moment to slide one arm around your back and hold your head into his shoulder with his other hand. He looks at a wide-eyed Hughie, who is speechless, features weaved with concern. His thumb gently rubs circles into your hair, and he's bewildered.

Your body shakes against his, so his grip tightens around you while he tries to keep you steady. He hooks his arm around your waist in case your legs give up on you, and he looks helplessly at Hughie. You've never been like this before.

"Christ," he whispers to himself. You're holding onto him for dear life. He begins to rub circles onto your back, making a point to breathe deeply to trick your subconscious into copying him. He kisses the top of your head, and lingers. His breath brushes against your head, his grip the only tether you have to Earth.

When your breaths slow down, you squeeze him again tightly. He pulls you away and swipes at the tears below your eyes.

"What happened?" He asks so gently, so sincerely, that you don't have words yet. From your pocket, you retrieve the chip and hold it out, sniffling. He takes it and frowns, in dialogue with himself, and he looks at Hughie.

You can't decipher the look they've shared but Butcher doesn't say anything when his attention is on you again, already catching more tears with his thumb.

Habitually, you look to the floor, but Butcher's hand at your jaw gently maintains your eye contact. "The bug?" You nod, hoping that the fact will make him less annoyed with you. That you haven't failed. He considers this with satisfaction, and pockets the chip.

"I'm so sorry, Billy, I tried to do both but--" Your voice shatters like glass as a new wave of emotion hits you. But he's patient: only Hughie can see that he's beating himself up for doing this to you. It's obvious in the tick of his jaw, the twitching of his fingers, it's written in the creases of his eyebrows.

"When I was leaving," you clear your throat. "Homelander walked into the boardroom. I lied about going to the bathroom so I could find somewhere for the chip but he followed me, and I just kept thinking, what if he catches me? Am I getting out alive? Will I see you again?"

Billy doesn't blink. Hughie doesn't even think he's breathed. His features soften and he leans forward to press a firm kiss to your forehead. "Oh, love. I am so sorry," he whispers into your skin. "I won't make you do that again, yeah?" His eyes narrow when he pulls back, "Did he hurt you? 'Cos I swear to God, that cunt's had it comin' for a while now." You shake your head, he thumbs at your cheek.

"No, no, Annie," Hughie perks up at the mention of her name. "She saw me and distracted him. If it wasn't for her, I would've been trapped in the elevator with him."

A beat.

"I'm sorry," you say again. Butcher shakes his head, eyebrows pulling together. He kisses you tenderly on the lips.

"Listen. The bug may be all we need, the light at the end of this bleedin' tunnel. And you did that, yeah?" He's trying to be optimistic, he's never optimistic. You offer him a small smile. "I won't let the bastard hurt ya. If you're in any sort of trouble," he finds himself saying, "you call me." He slips an arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

"If we need the bug, Y/N, we'll figure it out. Let's get you home," Hughie says with a kind smile. He opens the back door instead of the passenger, and slides in.

You sit in the passenger seat, trembling slightly, but Butcher puts his hand on your knee when he sees it bounce. He inhales deeply before starting the car, already thinking up ways of distracting you and helping you forget the entire thing.

[masterreviewer1000]

Ooooo! I been want to post this for so long. ^^ Here's my lovely green dragon girl, Clover. She's sassy, confident, and flirty. She's a girl that loves fashion and enjoy dressing up in a lot of outfits that fit to her taste. A girl that knows what she want and how to get it. Knowing when to strike first the she sees an opportunity in front of her. She love to look her best in any sort of way even if it's just casual. Very flirtations and outspoken knowing how to keep calm in most stressful situations not wanting to let out her true feels to others. This is a redesign to an old design of Clover back when I first adopted her (when she came with my reindeer girl, glimmer). The ref sheet was done by Stranshiba who did and outstanding job with her. I fucking love how this girl came out. The artist went above and beyond with how they when in design Clover new look. She came out so much better than how I picture in my head. If you ever get the chance go over to their place and check out their body of work. Hell, go over and throw mony at her way. She really deserves it from all the awesome art they show throuh their work. :) Here's her original look: https://imgur.com/i2mHgGP And here's the process artist when into redesign her: https://imgur.com/a/KvMriRw Artist Links: https://stranshiba.carrd.co https://www.furaffinity.net/user/stranshiba https://twitter.com/Stranshiba https://www.deviantart.com/stranshiba

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[kaphzzz]

i love your art so much! your bio says that your work is not created to be references, does this mean you don't approve of their use as such? i've referenced your art in the past, but i'll stop doing it if it's not what you want. keep up the great work!

tl;dr: I appreciate anyone wanting to use my work for reference but please ask me for permission before you do because i own it and it's basic artist etiquette. (also i may not grant it.)

hello again :)

ah! perfect opportunity for me to explain this whole thing! that was me throwing a tantrum in response to one particular case which was an artist copying one of my photos exactly as it is and was like hmm i'll sell this as a print, and i saw it by chance and was like no wtf thats not ur work to sell... and granted they did credit me but this, along with a few others things both recent and long bothering me, pissed me off enough I put that in my bio. like. there are ways to respecfully create something based off other ppl's work and ways that don't. also ways that just straight up aren't technically legal. i get walked on so much i forgot my rights to my own work.

with that said tho as long as my work is credited or its noted that the art is reference practice and not original art, and not like... further edited or interpreted in the same way an artist wouldn't want their art to be tampered with, especially the fake cgs i sold my soul to make, im mostly fine with it. also ask me for permission before hand bc there are things i don't want other ppl touching. i think i know what ur art blog is and im pretty sure you've been crediting and being very supportive so im okay with it :)

i could write a whole thing about how originality and effort and creative ownership in VP is overlooked but in short, my work are all individually a complete photographic piece that i intend for to be viewed as is. if, say, i blur an image or have little lighting or only include half a subject's face or whatever these are all intentional choices i make in attempts to create emotion and atmosphere etc. idk if i managed to communicate that clearly. basically what im trying to say is, judge me if you will, but i don't think it's selfish for me to want my work to be viewed the way i want it to and for ppl to recognise the effort i put into making it a creative original piece.

now this is just me rambling but in general, while i do appreciate that others will look at my work and think the composition or lighting or whatever is good enough to be a reference, i'm still bothered when thats all they can see (i.e. sees a vp work and think oh hey look what a good ref for my art!!1!), especially if they like see it reposted on pinterest and think its free for the taking…? baffles me how some artists are so aware of the ownership of their own work but fail to give others credit where its due.

a few links for anyone interested enough:

anyway wordspew over. sorry if this whole thing sounds angry but like. i'm angry. have been for a year ever since i started doing vp. mostly bc of the resposting but still. but yea anyway thanks again for this ask and for being considerate and the support! <3

[barbatusart]

youve probably had this ask before, but do you have any tips or resources on drawing gore without having to look at the actual thing as reference? im good with horror movies and all, but the idea of real shit makes me wanna throw uuup

yes yes and yes absolutely. there’s zero reason to look at the real deal, & frankly im thankful every day genZ has rejected it as hard as they have, cus i know i went on & on about it in ROTTEN but a lot of us millennials on the internet really suffered when gore was commonplace.

THE BIODIGITAL HUMAN: biodigital.com is a phenomenal free 3D medical-grade anatomy resource that will teach you what every solitary fiber of the body is called + where it goes! gore & horror art can be done any way you please, but if you’re looking to make more realism-based work, referencing anatomy & knowing your stuff is key. think of it like drawing a salad having never eaten a salad vs. drawing a salad where you know all the ingredients

GROCERY STORES: next time you’re shopping for groceries, it helps to pay special attention to the meat section! we’re all made of meat after all, so anatomy will teach you where everything goes, and grocery meat will teach you the behaviors of tissue - for instance muscles are soft and fibrous, the fat cell layer is here and behaves as such, skin is around this thick & so on. you won’t find particularly fatty cuts at the grocery store admittedly, so you’ll be missing the key fat cell layer, but that’s where anatomical ref comes in. adding the fat cell layer (yellows and oranges) steps up your work tremendously towards realism! also for any offal on sale (liver tripe etc) this is a great chance to look at organs & take note of their texture & how you would draw such an object

SHOWERS & MIRRORS: the best body ref you’ll ever have is your own self! really poke around and see where your bony landmarks are, where fat sits, & how skin bunches, stretches, & molds. the best thing ever to do too is to set your phone to a timer & then contort into a hideous pose on your floor & then try to draw it lol. self observation like this will help you figure out where the weight of the body moves towards, even if you don’t have much weight on you it’ll still move and behave with certain properties that are super helpful to study

ANY TIME YOU GET HURT BY ACCIDENT: next time you skin your knee or god forbid require sutures is also a fine opportunity for learning! blood is also a tissue & behaves with certain properties - its viscosity, how opaque it is, clotting factors, & so on. blood won’t always be a totally red Mass, it’s got texture & shade to it as well as different hues. don’t forget your browns! color is a big one too - a little orange in the yellow for the fat cell layer, a little purple in the red for muscle fibers, & so on

SURGERY FOOTAGE: the ONE actual life reference i can recommend, and this is only if you know yourself to be of a fair constitution, is youtube footage of surgical procedures such as knee replacements, ectopic pregnancies, top surgery, gastric bypass, small bowel obstruction, etc. clean sterile environments, significant education, & MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL: the knowledge that the patient walked away happy, healthy, & with a new lease on life. this will teach you countless things about anatomy, body structure, tissue behavior & color, you name it!

the most important thing to remember with the body is that anatomy will show you Where it is, meat will show you How it is, but remember that organs & tissues behave different than the models show, as they’re all in one place just for ease of visibility and education. the body is soft & it’s got all sorts of soft stuff in it that wiggles around & shines & makes weird farting noises LOL. think of the body like a cake, & horror art like a cake you dropped on the ground where every layer of it is going to behave differently!

[general-marzipan]

RAHHHHH TF2 OC BRAINROT!!!

Don't know if I've ever put my girl on here, but I'm heavily considering entering the tf2 oc tourney by @tf2shipswag sometime today so it's time to Meet the Rookie!

Meet Darnell, the Rookie Engineer! She's in her mid-to-late 20s & uses she/they/he as her pronouns!

As far as general info regarding them goes:

This specific Darnell works for the BLU team & works as Dell's apprentice! While under his instruction, Darnell learns the basics of engineering, such as building machinery, shooting a shotgun, & keeping a look out for spies.

Before being recruited, Darnell originally wanted to be an artist, so that helps a ton when it comes to making designs! As of now, they're better at making designs for machines rather than actually building them (though he's really trying her best!)

She is determined & committed when it comes to her job even if she is only an apprentice, though they can get a bit frazzled, clumsy, & distracted at times.

I like to think of Darnell as being on the asexual spectrum & being either trans, nonbinary, &/or genderqueer!

Darnell has a huge crush on Dell, but wants to be a good engineer for her team as well as herself, so most of her story revolves around balancing her skills as an engineer while also painfully longing for Dell, knowing well that her job comes first.

As far as general info regarding other Rookies go:

(This headcanon goes for my personal Rookie oc, but I'll put this here too just in case) The rookie was hired by the Administrator after witnessing one of their 'cleanups' from a mission. Although Miss Pauling was ready to shoot the Rookie, The Administrator decided to hire them instead, thinking that they could use them to gain insight on the other team (also cause it was a great blackmail opportunity).

Since being hired, the Rookie works hard to be a good Engineer, but always wonders why they were hired & for what reason. (funds were most likely low for Mann Co. to hire good recruits)

The Rookie wears a bandit mask to hide their identity! No one on their team knows who they are or what they look like! (The only ones who know are The Administrator & Miss Pauling ofc) The rookie may seem docile by nature, but try to take off their mask & you'll be dead where you stand.

**(Note: The Rookie class in general doesn't have to look exactly like the ref listed above! Originally, my Rookie Darnell was gonna be a self-insert [& she still kind of is!], but then slowly became her own character while still inheriting traits from me! So if you'd like to make your own Rookie oc using these concepts, feel free! [oh & plz tag me if you do, I wanna see this Rookie out in the world!!!])**

That's pretty much all I have, so thanks for making it this far! Here, have the original ref for Darnell I made around last month!

[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Pumpkin Carvings

How would everyone carve their own pumpkin for decoration? 🎃

To get into the spirit of Halloween, MC decides to carve a pumpkin!  Once it’s finished, they leave it on the front porch of the House of Lamentation as a decoration.  Seeing MC’s finished pumpkin motivates the demon brothers and those who visit to carve pumpkins of their own.  Let's take a look at the designs each of them made and how they came to be!

(Click on the "pic ref" at the end of each description if you'd like a visual of a pumpkin that resembles what the character made. I do not own or take credit for any of the images.)

Lucifer actually had no intention of carving his own pumpkin due to his busy schedule and lack of interest in the activity.  However, after receiving enough pestering and taunting about making one since everyone else had done so, he’ll spend an evening locked in his room carving one of the most intricate designs the three realms have ever seen.  The tall pumpkin will depict an artistic rendition of the front of the House of Lamentation and its surrounding scenery, so visitors will see the large house in-person and then a smaller version of it by the doorstep.  (Satan and Belphegor have tried to smash the pumpkin, but the spell Lucifer put on it beforehand keeps it well-protected from any damage.) (pic ref)

Mammon gets really invested in carving his own pumpkin, confident that it will be the best one out of the bunch, and enjoys creating the final design.  With slanted eyes and the biggest mouth lined with pointed teeth, his jack-o-lantern leans more on the scary side, and he uses its appearance as a great opportunity to jump out of nowhere and spook his brothers and MC for a whole day.  When he wakes up in the middle of the night to see the scary pumpkin in front of his face (as revenge from the others), he becomes terrified of it and promptly puts it outside with the rest of the pumpkins.  (It’s still the best Halloween jack-o-lantern, he says, but just...only for decoration.) (pic ref)

Leviathan considers this activity his time to shine!  He'll happily utilize his artistic skills to display Ruri-chan and his other favorite anime characters (and let them shine) in jack-o-lanterns.  Yes, that’s right, Levi will end up carving multiple pumpkins because of his enthusiasm to decorate the outside of the house with the things he loves.  (He may not have stopped if it weren’t for Lucifer stepping in.)  Although most of his designs involve 2D characters, he’ll also craft a dragon similar to his chat icon since the light inside the pumpkin makes the dragon appear to be breathing fire. (pic ref)

Satan, without a doubt, will have a cat design on his pumpkin.  They’re one of the common symbols of Halloween in the human world, right, MC?  Well, that makes it all the more fitting, then!  Rather than carving the pumpkin to look like a cat face, however, he will cut the shape of a cat within the center, making it appear as though the cat is sitting while facing a full moon. He finds it to be adorable while still giving off a mysterious-like vibe. (pic ref) 

Asmodeus originally wanted to carve his face into the pumpkin, but nothing he did came remotely close to capturing his perfect complexion!  After some comfort and advice from MC, he’ll try again with a different design instead.  He ultimately goes with a “Day of the Dead”/”Sugar Skull” type of pumpkin carving, consisting of a skull that’s decorated with paint designs and some sparkly fake jewels and flowers (for that extra pop, he says).  It may not be his face, but it’s full of his charm, so he’s satisfied! (pic ref)

Beelzebub...forgot that he was supposed to be carving the pumpkin and ended up eating the whole thing instead.  Whoops.  Luckily, Belphegor had prepared for this and got an extra pumpkin for him.  Determined to do it properly this time, Beel will choose to snack on the seeds and guts of the pumpkin while working on a design similar to a cyclops type of monster.  Mike Wazowski, is that you?  He remembers MC mentioning how monsters are a common theme for Halloween, and the design allows him to cut out big pieces of the pumpkin to eat afterward. (pic ref)

Belphegor almost didn’t carve a pumpkin at all, but MC and Beelzebub’s excitement in the activity rubbed off on him and pushed him to try it.  He goes with a simple yet creepy face design, drawing it first with marker while Beel scoops out the insides of the pumpkin to eat.  Once it’s completely carved, Belphie’s jack-o-lantern glows ominously with x’s for eyes and a string of sharp-cut teeth.  The idea came from something he saw in a horror movie before, and since it was easy to design, he’s pleased with the result. (pic ref)

Diavolo will opt for a jack-o-lantern that mixes two of the most recurrent designs in the human world, according to what he found online and learned from MC.  His pumpkin has the usual eyes and nose, but the inside of the mouth spells out the word “Boo!”, which he thinks makes it extra fun.  He wanted it to be whimsical and approachable to everyone who visits the castle (just like he wants others to view him), so he intentionally avoided carving a scary design this time.  His pumpkin (along with Barbatos’s) is placed outside near the main castle doors. (pic ref)

Barbatos will want to match the same vibe that Diavolo is going for, so he’ll ensure that his own pumpkin is rather tame, too.  Rather than a typical jack-o-lantern face, though, he’ll paint and carve his to look like the head of an owl, including hollowing out eyes that give them depth and etching many of the other features, like feathers.  But why an owl?  Well, they’re a predator to rats, so Barbatos hopes his pumpkin will scare away those tiny wretched creatures. (pic ref)

Simeon will be eager to carve his own jack-o-lantern, but the problem is...he can’t decide on just one face design!  When he notices a tower of pumpkins while he’s at the market with his friends, he instantly figures out what he should do.  He carves four small pumpkins, each with a unique face and design that represents one of the members of Purgatory Hall, which include himself and Raphael.  His pumpkins are stacked together and are used to decorate the front porch area of Purgatory Hall, where Luke’s and Solomon’s own pumpkins are located as well. (pic ref)

Solomon knows that Halloween involves magic and spooky elements (among other things), so he’ll create a pumpkin design that meets both of those aspects.  After carving out a hole in the middle of the face of a large pumpkin, he’ll paint and place a smaller pumpkin inside of it so that the whole thing resembles an eyeball.  To top it off, he’ll enchant the pumpkin to be animated, allowing the “eye” to look around and even blink occasionally.  He has a lot of fun with making it, and he enjoys greeting it each time he enters and exits Purgatory Hall (as does Simeon, but Luke...not so much). (pic ref)

Luke will have a hard time coming up with an idea for his pumpkin until he decides to bake some pumpkin-flavored treats and notices his collection of cookie cutters. Inspired, he paints the outside of the pumpkin and then carves a shooting star-like design with the help of his cookie cutters and a hammer.  (Simeon supervised him, don’t worry.)  Michael’s love of the constellations motivated Luke to choose the star cookie cutters specifically.  Although the carving is simple, the light from within makes it stand out nicely just like the stars in the sky. (pic ref)

[wordsandrobots]

Hehehe, I'm just really curious! Because in all of my fandom existence, I've never ever met somebody as prolific and consistent as you are. A lot of the things you'd like to see are already on my list. EDIT because it posted too soon!!! Anyway, I figure this is a good opportunity to ask for some refs about things I've been having issues figuring out. That is: Shino and Yamagi's pilot suit designs, some more specs on Ryuseigo the 5th, like which parts am I supposed to reference, cause I'll be damned if I don't draw that thing. I'm guessing Shino's Goibniu team rides in standard issues Gjallarhorn pilot suits. Also Sri's skin tone comes to mind. There are other things, I guess I'll just pester you for refs as things come up o/

@lilenui Pulling out my reply so you don't have to scroll past the whole ask-answer-reblog chain to get all this! (I am extremely flattered to hear that you think I'm prolific. That'll probably happen when a story idea consumes my brain's every waking moment for a couple of years!)

OK. Shino and Yamagi get the same type of pilot-suit that Tekkadan used (or very similar), but with the orange swapped for blue and the grey replaced by dark navy, in line with the standard Teiwaz mobile suit colours. Like before, the inner skin/wetsuit thingy worn outside of the full spacesuit matches the under-colour, so dark navy (never could figure if that was actually meant to be the under-layer of those suits).

The Goibniu test pilots wear standard Gjallarhorn pilot-gear in flat black with red trim when active in the field, yeah, but during testing they wore simpler flight-suits, more akin to modern day fighter pilots' jumpsuits, normally in grey, though obviously Shino's was magenta. I pictured those as being intended for lighter duties, meant to be much less of a faff to deal with when you're coming in and out of a cockpit and maybe just spending ages on stand-by. (Plus it visually distinguishes them from standard Gjallarhorn troops, and the discarding of that represents the reality of what they are ensuing.)

I've said before that Sri is explicitly of Indonesian descent, by which I meant Javanese specifically, and she has 'pale' skin. That most likely means she's going to be more golden-toned than Eugene or Shino are depicted, she's just less weather-beaten than they are by dint of her history (something of a parallel to Yamagi, there).

(Eugene was being uncharacteristically un-clinical in that moment of description because he was having a hubba-hubba moment. He did continue to labour under the impression she was Doc Chaifin's biological daughter after that, though, and I describe the doctor as having 'weathered golden skin', so...)

As for the Ryusei-Go the Fifth. Well. Here's a quick sketch of my current thoughts on the matter, pending me getting a move on with my Gundam frame/Flauros and derivatives blender model.

The torso is very similar to Flauros but with an extended cockpit module for obvious reasons. The bracer pads on the arms are replaced with storage modules; basically fancy weapons racks. The backpack is some freakish combination of the guns and the Unicorn Gundam's fancy pop-open backpack. Actually, the new Buster Gundam has given me Ideas in that direction.

The waist is somewhere between Barbatos and Barbatos Lupus, while the legs take inspiration from a Hugo, only the reverse knees are optional and the lower legs work ala Kimaris. I will, eventually, be able to produce an actual CGI model of all this, but I'm currently still struggling with the Graze!

(For completeness, the Flauri start out in unadorned greys, probably with a bit of hazard yellow thrown in, and are then repainted in Graze Ein black and red trim (think, everything yellow on Ryusei-Go 4 is red on the Flauri; I think the white bits are switched for grey. Ryusei-Go 5 meanwhile is magenta with purple highlights [that's indicative of Yamagi's influence since the theming is Yamagi = water = blues, Shino = fire = redder colours] and black trim. There is probably some gold and white in there too but I haven't figured that out yet.)

I shall now proceed to vibrate in anticipation of what you're cooking up (I mean, just in general, your art is always utterly lovely!). Please pester me for whatever references you like, or about any IBO stuff in general. :)

[k9iriz]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥.

𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐭𝐰𝐨 (𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞) 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝘴𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴 ; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘱/𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘷 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵. 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄.

her. it was always her. you two were married, literally, wedding and all. kids and all. you had the picture perfect life.

that mid life crisis bullshit? never thought it would come so young. especially to a happy couple like us.

Rhea became untrustworthy, You became clingier since you two were on the road together, but on different tour busses.

She cheated.

Broke the vows of for better or worse. Through thick and thin.

Rhea wasn’t the type to drink, but one night she did some home drunk, with our two daughters, causing a scene, yelling and arguing for no reason.

The words slipped.

“See! That’s why i fucked Toni! Exactly why!” Her words spewed out with so much ease, you couldn’t even process it, just plainly staring at her.

Tilting your head.

“Get out.” I demanded, close to screaming in anger. Those two years of marriage and fake love.

Your biggest fear came true. Her falling out of love with you.

“I was already leaving.” Rhea scolding you hard. grabbing her suitcase, not even looking back at you, or the newborn sitting next you in her crib.

‘i been through worst of you…i just can’t keep running away.’

Rung through your skull like a ringtone.

After that, A month later, you didn’t talk, no calls, nothing, just you and your babies, just fluttering with yourself, but worse.

Was the late nights, the nightmares, waking up with the bed empty, and your phone was dry as ever, jumping at the ding of it hoping it was her.

postpartum.

And you went through it alone.

You got that call. To go back to work, so nonetheless you went, and god you didn’t hope it was for meeting or for your in-ring return.

And you did, ready and all, with your fire red gear, knee high gymshoes (like liv in day 1 ppv) and crop of your merch.

But it was Wrestlemania was coming up, and you were ready to return better than ever, but as a tag team.

But you were happy, but with who?

“So…we need you to form a tag team with your wife rhea.” The director of creative said.

Your eyes beamed, with tears, of joy of…course. You didn’t mind it one bit, a time to reconnect with your wife.

Even though it might hurt.

You did tag for awhile, slowly kissing on tv, doing your intro on tv, with her by your side, doing everything you could to bond with her again.

With easily forgiving her with stepping out on you

“your the worst, you’ve known what you done to me.”

The tag matches, even though you two lost at wrestlemania, the faith in you two? never faded.

until now.

You two had lost your third title opportunity in a row, causing rhea and i to sit in silence.

she looked at me, pissed as ever.

“Where were you!?! You had one job! Was to be there y/n, you can’t even do that! stand alongside being my wife or tag partner!” Rhea spat out, yelling at you as she points her finger at you.

“Wait…are you blaming me? Your not serious rhea?” You looked at her, tilting your head, trying to calm her down.

“You know what…I’m done!” Rhea simply shouted, causing you to shake, simply cursing and crying inside, second time she’s done that.

reenactment trauma.

“Why are you walking away from me?” You cried slowly, walking behind her, your chest heaving up and down, seeing micheal cole’s face to the cameraman, trying to stop my breakdown from airing on national tv.

Realizing this was a personal problem.

Rhea with one simple motion, she punched you, beating you in your back as the ref tried to stop it, before she’s riptided you, leaving you there, just staring at you.

While you cried in pain, you were weak and beaten, the crowd didn’t like her actions at all.

“Why?” You sobbed to yourself as you slowly sat up, watching her throw that wedding ring at you.

Before grabbing a mic, snatching it from the man in the timeskeeper area.

“I want a divorce.” She shouted in the mic, her breath heaved up and down, throwing the mic too, laying besides you.

She humiliated you.

You got tired of saving this marriage, when she wasn’t even trying, at all.

You felt your heart shatter, but next week was a whole different week.

You been trying your best to get over it all, slowly going to divorce mediators, which she didn’t show up, her lawyer just sending me a envelope, with papers.

It got worse to where you’d throw up at work, or can’t hold down food because you cried so hard, knowing you went through postpartum.

So it was double hard.

“You okay?” Bianca’s cheerful sprint lit up the room, sitting next to me as rhea was watching me from afar while getting her makeup done for tonight’s segments and media.

“Yeah…just handling it.” You smiled, everyone knew about that whole public dispute.

Which was embarrassing.

“You sure? You look a little bit of dull there.” Bianca smiled, handing me a bottle of water.

“Yeah, just takin’ it one day at a time.” You smiled, those weeks? You gained a bit of your confidence back.

You also were getting personal therapy for yourself, and you felt nothing but happier.

Self care is always the best.

“Well, good luck, and see you in that ring.” Bianca laughed, as you did too.

You even got a glow-up, which you’d feel those personal eyes staring at you, but slowly getting over her was hard.

It’s hard to get rid of your firsts trust me.

“You have a tag match, with bianca, versus rhea and Becky.” The board read for tonight’s show.

That match was a success, beating her up was the best payback after those weeks of sitting out after it, but it hurt a bit.

After the match, you kinda had a breakdown, crying a bit in the locker room, slowly crying off your lashes as you sniffles.

“Get it together…your gonna be okay…” you paced back and forth, telling yourself, not noticing she was…there.

“Hey…” A black haired rhea called up to you as you began fixing your lash, turning around to see her.

You two locked eyes, literally.

Hatred filled yours but that was non-existent.

She’s so pretty.

“Get your stuff.” Rhea pointed, you rolling your eyes.

“Why?” You asked, sniffling with a attitude appearing.

“Can you please…just listen.” Rhea stopped herself from blowing up before breathing out.

“No.”

“Plus, here’s these dumbass papers you keep wanting me to sign.” You rolled your eyes, throwing the envelope, slowly grabbing your suitcase, before rhea picked them up.

“Screw these, come here—” Rhea asked nicely, throwing the envelope aside.

“No—-” you were cut off with her lips kissing yours,

My god you didn’t wanna let go, you even staring crying in the case.

The first kiss you’ve gotten in over a month from her.

“Stop crying…and get your stuff please” Rhea asked again, kissing your forehead, hugging you close, not ever letting you go.

i get mad at myself.

but who’s to tell me how to love her?