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yeeterthek33per · 8 months

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Ice Cold (Sam Kerr x Reader)

You couldn’t have hated this more if you tried.

Every ticking second, every running, jogging, sprinting step was another towards the end of extra time. Another towards the shootout.

The game was nil all, and you'd hoped your team could only pull itself out of this.

Every cross, every run, every header, every attempt on goal was blocked and cut off at the neck.

You could feel your energy draining quickly and your resolve starting to wane. Every minute was another time your legs were taken out from under you. The ache in your body from hitting the turf too many times to count was starting to set in.

Being a sub, you were supposed to have been on fresh legs, considering you'd been put on for Viney after a nasty head collision, meaning you had to take her spot on the wing.

Thus, sideline tackle after sideline tackle was thrown your way, leaving you to bounce of the turf more times than even your usually stoic girlfriend could bear to watch. She was starting to get antsy, her patience with the game wearing too thin too quickly.

You could tell she was tiring fast as well. The full sixty minutes were starting to set in, and you only grew more concerned with every leaping header she couldn't take.

It all felt like they were aiming to have your heads at this point.

Le Sommer was getting physical with you and your backline, and it was quickly ticking you off considering your sister Clare was battered every time she cleared the ball, too.

In the end, the desparation to avoid penalties from both teams isn't enough, and when the whistle is blown, you have to hold yourself up by leaning on your knees to avoid crumpling to the ground in physical and emotional exhaustion.

Within but mere moments, there's a hand on your back and a familiar pair of brown eyes moving to meet yours, laced with concern.

"You doing alright? You hit your head pretty hard back there."

You nod, waving her off slightly despite the soft wave of nausea you were facing. It wasn't due to you hitting your head, though.

The mounting tension in your shoulders is pressing down into your stomach, and you feel ready to throw up at any point.

You take a moment to breathe, using your girlfriend's hand on your back to ground yourself, letting it calm your racing heart.

"I'm alright. Promise."

She looks sceptical but doesn't question you further as you both move to join the rest of the team. You take a drink as Tony reiterates your positions in the shootout.

"Clare you'll be in next, and then, Y/n, you'll be taking over Courtnee's position in the lineup, but It's unlikely to get that far anyways. You all know how to take these. You've all been prepared for this. I know you've all got this. Let's get out there and remind them why we're the better team."

You all nod, and move closer, hands outreached.

Sam's voice rings out and soothes your soul amongst the tension and rising stress of the situation.

"C'mon girls, we've made it this far, we make a final push, we take it, quick, easy, precise, I'm so proud of all of you, let's do this. Three, two, one!"

"Tillies!"

The ref calls for Sam and Wendie Renard, setting up for which end the penalties would be at and who would go first.

It goes to the Matildas supporters' side, but the french go first. You all move to line up along the quarter line as Mackenzie moves to take her position in goal while the refs explain the rules and order of which everything will go.

0-0

You can barely process the penalties as each is taken. It passes by blurrily.

Save.

Mackenzie palms it away.

0-0

Score.

Caitlin slots it away and brings the crowd to their feet.

1-0

Score.

Diani puts one away, sending Mackenzie in the wrong direction.

1-1

Save.

Durand palms away Steph's attempt.

1-1

Score.

Wendie Renard slots it away easily.

1-2

Score.

Sam puts it in to bring Australia level again. You cheer extra hard when she does.

2-2

Score.

Le sommer takes it, and you almost laugh at the way the crowd boos as she steps up. Their obvious distaste reflected in your own feelings. She had been a literally physical pain in your ass. Unfortunately, she's unbothered by their ministrations and slots it past Mackenzie.

2-3

Score.

3-3

Save.

3-3

Miss.

3-3

Score.

3-4

Score.

4-4

Score.

4-5

Score.

5-5

Score.

5-6

Score.

6-6

Save.

But it has to be taken again, and Mackenzie protests heavily. You swear you can see Sam almost cussing out the ref, and Steph has to calm her.

Save again. Mackenzie comes in clutch, and your heart is in your throat.

6-6

Your sister is up next to take hers. She could put it away for Australia right now. The penalties have gone on long enough.

A miraculous save from Durand puts the dream away, though, and you clap your sister on the back as she jogs back to the line.

Save.

6-6

Becho is up next. Mackenzie takes a steadying breath and you all wait with bated breath.

Mackenzie goes the wrong way, and you're milliseconds from dropping to your knees, but the ball bounces off the post.

6-6

Your breath catches. It's your turn. You have to end this. You have to score this. You can't let it go on longer. You have to put it away.

For your teammates. For your sister.

For the love of your life.

For Australia.

Your heart races with every step you take forward.

6-6.

You take a breath.

6-6.

You've got this.

6-6.

One hit.

6-6.

That's all it takes.

The whistle blows. Your run-up is slowed, but your kick is hard.

You wait with bated breath.

It flies under Durand.

The net ripples.

7-6.

Australia Wins.

It takes but a second before you're tackled by the oncoming charge of your teammates. Screaming, cheering, yelling. All of it echoes in your head and around you as the victory settles into your head.

"You fucking beautiful bitch!"

Ellie's screams in your ear are almost as deafening as the crowd around you. There's another pile on top of you in seconds as the subs run to you as well.

Mackenzie is tackled into another pile beside you, the girls all cheering on her historic performance as well.

You did it.

When they all finally pull off you, Sam's hand is the one to pull you up, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. When she pulls back enough to make eye contact with you, her deep brown eyes swimming with pride and tears, your hands settle on her collarbone, one sliding up to hold her cheek.

You look at her, curious expression in your gaze. She nods, and you don't wait for a second, pulling her back into you, lips meeting hers in an emotional, passionate lock.

The crowd fades as your lips slide against hers, her hands grip you tighter, letting a groan slide from her throat into the kiss as your fingers slide into her hair.

A group of wolf whistles breaks you out of it. You can see your sister, Charlie, Hayley, Ellie, and Caitlin all standing, watching you both, hollering in your direction.

The crowd nearest to you is cheering louder now, all of them whistling and their phones out, snapping pictures.

You'd been far too ready to come out to the world. You'd only waited this long because of the mounting pressure of the World Cup looming over you both, overshadowed again by Sam's calf and the both of you agreed to wait a bit longer.

However, there was a mutual agreement in you both tonight, it seems, and Sam had no fear in kissing you once again, leaving you giggling into her as your hands move back to her shoulders, squeezing comfortingly.

Finally coming up for air, her forehead presses to yours, your breath intermingling.

"There's my girl, I'm so proud of you."

You grin and peck her lips again.

"I should be saying that to you. Coming back like I knew you could, my captain."

Her cheeks come through a little pink, and she hums softly.

"Your captain huh?"

You chuckle.

"Yeah. My captain. My girl."

Your hands caress one final circle into her skin before stepping back.

Before Sam can react to that, you both let out a yelp as a rush of ice cold washes over both of you.

Clare, Charlie, and Kyra run away, cackling, holding now empty bottles as both you and Sam stand drenched.

"Come on, lovebirds, get a room!" Hayley yells out with a cheeky grin.

You glare at the group of them, shaking out your hands, lightly shivering as you look at Sam again.

She nods at the rest of the team now moving to do their victory lap.

"Let's go. Better get moving unless we want another ice bath before we even get to recovery."

You roll your eyes affectionately and nod, walking with her back to the group.

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The room is littered with shouts of your name from various interviewers as you walk along the marked path.

"Y/n over here!"

"Y/n, we have a few questions!"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at that one.

Instead, you pick the optus sport crew to go to first, spotting Chloe Logarzo, a familiar face on the team.

"Well, first off, Miss L/n, can I just say a big congratulations on scoring the winning goal today. Those penalties were certainly keeping us all on the edge of our seats tonight. What can you say about how you were feeling throughout that montage of absolutely heart-wrenching moments?"

You laugh.

"Thanks, Chlo. Honestly, it was a bit of a heart-in-mouth moment for the penalties, but that's just how it goes. I'm glad to have been able to finalise that. It was certainly something I've wanted to remember forever, and now I can. Watching my teammates score, watching Macca play how she did, it's all been absolutely amazing to witness."

"I have to agree with you, Mackenzie was playing outstanding tonight, four crucial saves to bring you all to the semis, making Australian history here. I can imagine what that might feel like, but I want to hear it from you, care to share?"

"A hundred percent. I'm still in a bit of shock at the moment. It still hasn't quite settled, to be honest. Give me a few days, and it might, though." You chuckle. "I'm definitely feeling very thankful, very lucky to be here, I'm glad in the end we could bring it home and the looks on each and every one of those fans in the crowd was worth it. Hearing them all cheer on in such a crucial moment for us was definitely what we would have hoped to hear but actually having it happen is another step up for us as players."

"Agreed, the crowd has been insane, and getting to watch you guys do this has been an absolute pleasure. Coming onto another topic, if you don't mind us asking that is."

You nod, knowing this would have come, but you trust Chloe more than anything, so you'd rather answer her asking the question than anyone else.

"You and Sam. Everyone got to witness the celebrations. The pile up of players, the hugs, the cheers, the tears, but what we've witnessed, that certainly had the crowd cheering for you yet again. The loving embrace between you and our Matildas captain, Sam Kerr. Anything you want us to know?"

The smile on her face is mischievous, and you give a loving eye roll.

"Yeah, at first, we hadn't wanted to do anything to release that to the public, but we just had this silent agreement on the field. When you make history like that, everything feels so overwhelming, and you want to be able to share that. So Sam and I wanted to share that in the moment. She's been family to me for years, and I love her more than anything, and she lets me know daily that she loves me as well. I just want to give her everything. I'm so proud of her, I don't tell her that enough, in my opinion. Though, don't let her hear that, she'd protest."

Chloe laughs, nodding.

"Certainly. It's great to see you guys thriving, and thank you for talking to us today. It looks like you might have someone else wanting your attention, though."

She nods to your left, Sam is in an interview, but her eyes are locked on your form, and she gestures in your direction as she's talking, and you give her a soft salute, making her chuckle, and you wave to the camera that turns toward you. The interviewer gestures you over but you shake your head.

It was Sam's time. Not yours.

She raises both brows at you, hands on her hips. It's her 'get over here and save me.' Face.

You laugh, but shake your head.

You mouth a 'you'll be fine.' And walk to the next interviewer. You can see her pout for a mere second before turning back to the interviewer to finish out the questions.

After a few questions, surprisingly, you only end up answering one about Sam, and after that, you return to the locker room without much issue.

What you're met with is certainly a sight to behold. Twenty-two other women, half of them shirtless (your girlfriend included), dancing to "Freed from Desire," chugging and spraying champagne left by the stadium staff.

"Macca's on fire!" That makes you chuckle.

With the beat drop and all of them chanting to the song, you slip by and head to your locker, dropping your shirt, wanting to save it from being soaked. You run up to the group, joining the bouncing and singing, a few cheers coming out as they notice you.

Sam spots you, quickly moving to dance beside you.

You give her a wink, taking one of the bottles of champagne off the table and cracking it open. You aim it towards her, hosing her down in her sports bra and shorts.

She shrieks lightly, smacking at the bottle in your hands. When the spray stops, she immediately grabs you, swiping the bottle and wrapping her arms around you, now rubbing the alcohol onto you.

You squeal and try to slip away but she's got a tight hold of you and you just curl up slightly, laughing as she growls playfully.

"Serves you, right, you little shit."

The ring of laughter coming from your lips is like music to Sam's ears, and she pulls you tighter to her, spinning you around in her hold as your teammates bounce around off to the side.

Your hands find their place on her shoulders as hers find your hips, giving them a squeeze.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"You wanna know something?"

"Sure."

As you assume she's about to tell you something, you feel a bucket of water get dumped over you.

"You're ice cold, baby!"

You scream as you get drenched before shaking off and chasing after your girlfriend, who takes off out the door cackling.

The rest of the team can only watch on amused from the doorway as you sprint after their captain.

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And she's done, and I continue to suffer at the hands of tumblr and its shite draft saving software.

Lol but jk, hope you guys enjoyed.

#sam kerr x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr imagine

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Saving the Game (Erin Cuthbert x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️injury, swearing, throwing up⚠️

a/n: I had to reimagine the the second leg of the quarter final so let’s pretend erin wasn’t injured and that the game didnt go to penalties. based off this request:

prompt: in which saving the game means injuring yourself during the champions league quarterfinal and erin takes care of you through your injury.

The champions league quarterfinal was a scary time. Emma had made it extremely clear that we could not concede. No ball should be behind Berger. And Chelsea thought they had it, until they didn't. A goal was scored by Vanessa Gilles in the 76 minute, equalizing the game on aggregate. It was a stressful ten minutes, and then out of nowhere, the ball was in Lyon's half.

Guro ran up the wing, speeding through the Lyon centerbacks. She switched the ball to Lauren James who outskilled Wendy Renard, leaving her Gilles and the keeper. LJ spotted Erin, making a run down the middle. The British woman cut the ball back into the space, Erin struck the ball, and it was behind Endler, and into the net.

You let out a scream, full of excitement as you jumped onto Erins back and kissed the top of her head. The fans has suspicions about a possible relationship between the both of you, but it wasn't confirmed.

The celebrations died down, 2-1, agrogate. 4 minutes left on the clock.

Thats where things went wrong. Lyon got hungry, and worried. They needed a goal more than anything. And that's when Chelsea panicked. As Lyon started their counter attack, you tracked back, positioning yourself in the midfield. You almost got the ball from Lindsey, but she faked you out. Magda and Kadeisha were alone. You tried to get back but Magda had no choice. She slid, clipping the corner of Lindsey's foot.

The American went flying, it wasn't a bad tackle, but she needed to sell it. Magda argued, but a penalty was awarded right away. You cursed yourself, wishing you would have gotten the ball.

"Hey. I know what you're thinking. Don't. Do not think anything bad about yourself. Ann-Kat's got this." Erin told you, discreetly putting her hand on the small of your back and giving you a closed lip smile.

Lindsey Horan put the ball down on the penalty spot and breathed in deeply. You positioned yourself in between Magda and Guro, ready to run into the box and clear the ball.

The referee blew her whistle, and the American ran towards the ball. Except she missed. The ball bounced off the crossbar and went flying back into play. You were quick to run into the box, Ann Kat yelling at you to position yourself on the far post. And thats what you did. Except suddenly, you were a bit in front the goal line, and the ball was coming flying in your direction. If you didn't move, it would slip into the night right between you and the post. So, as any footballer would do, you moved.

There was a three meter distance between yourself and the post, and you realized as you were already mid air that your jump to block the shot would end in only one way. Your head colliding with the post.

But it was too late, and you honestly didn't care. All you wanted was for your team to win this. So you took it. The feeling of the ball hitting your stomach and bouncing off hurt, but it was nothing compared to your head smashing into the lower part of the post.

Your screams filled the stadium and even though the ball was technically still in play, everyone had forgotten about it. Lyon and Chelsea players alike crowded around you. You saw double, no, triple as you lay on the floor. Blood clouded your vision as you groaned. You saw people being pushed to the side and then a face so familiar you could have smiled. Erin.

And then everything went black.

You woke up due to cold water falling on your face. You would have jumped up if it wasn’t for Erin’s hands on your chest pushing you down into the turf. "Don’t move. You probably have a serious concussion." she said, gently brushing strands of bloody hair off your forehead. "Why the water?" you groaned. "Sorry, couldn’t do anything with you passed out." the medic told you. "You saved the game y/n. It was incredible. Horrifying to watch by the way, when they showed the replay on the screen Jessie looked like she was gonna throw up." Erin laughed, trying to lighten the mood. You just smiled gently. "Okay, let’s get you off this field." the medic said.

A stretcher was now at your side and both men gently lifted you onto it, telling another medic to hold your head steady. You laid on the stretcher, looking up at the sky through the open stadium roof. You were a little confused when the stretcher lifted up and heard no kind of applause whatsoever. You looked around to see everyone shaking their hands in the air instead of clapping. Honestly, you were relived, you didn’t think your head would be able to take the loud noise. "Our fans are pretty amazing." you said gently. "Tell me about it." Erin laughed.

As they carried you off, you felt your eyes fluttering. You were struggling to stay awake, your body hurt, and you didn’t feel good. It was only when you got carried into the tunnel and when Erin left you as she couldn’t walk off the field that you told the medic to stop.

"Mark. Mark stop walking. I think i’m gonna-" you didn’t finish your sentence as you sat up and leaned over the edge, throwing up.

Throwing up was your biggest fear. You hated it. Hated the feeling, the taste, everything about it. It made you cry, and shake and just want to pass out every time you threw up. Your team didn’t know about this fear, and you wanted to keep it that way.

Your chest heaved up and down as you cried, whispering 'oh my god' multiple times. "Hey, hey. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it." Mark said, calmly. "I’ll get the janitor, bring her to the medical examiners room." He ordered.

You had always liked the medics, they were nice to you.

You laid down on your side, weeping silently. You were scared.

There was a moment in time that was a blur. You got transferred to a bed, another medic gave you a bucket and changed the bandages on your head. He stabilized your neck and then had to do a few examinations on you. It was clear off the bat that you were seriously concussed.

You ended up falling asleep on the bed, tears had made your cheeks wet, and you were so tired your heart hurt.

You woke up an hour later, disoriented, in pain, and wanting your girlfriend by your side. And surely enough, that’s where she was. You noticed her as you turned your head gently, her eyes were closed and she was leaning back on the chair. Well, she was the one you noticed first, it was only a few seconds later that you saw everybody else. Magda, P, Keish and Jessie were squeezed onto the sofa, all of them asleep. Some girls were on the floor, others on stools, and all of them were there with you.

An hour earlier.

The Chelsea girls were extatic about their win, but the fear and worry they felt for you overtook the joy. The second the whistle blew, Erin jogged into the tunnel, followed by Emma Hayes and a few of the girls who were on the bench.

She headed to the medical examiners room and knocked gently on the door. Mark opened it to see Emma, Emily and Erin. "She’s asleep." he said, walking out of the room and closing the door. "And her head?" Emma said, worried. "She’s seriously concussed. Out for about a month I’d say."

Emma groaned loudly, the sound of her frustration filling the room along with the sound of the Chelsea girls coming into the tunnel. "Ill tell the girls, Erin. Go sit with her." Emma told the scottish midfielder.

Erin nodded and thanked Emma, opening the door to the room and seeing your figure on the bed in the corner. She pulled up a chair and sat next to you, noticing the wetness of your cheeks. She gently wiped the cold tears away with her palm, kissing your forehead and then sitting down.

Only ten minutes later, Erin heard the door open and quietly, the team poured in. "You guys don’t need to be here, it’s okay." Erin whispered. "She’s our teammate, and we would still be out there playing if it wasn’t for her." Magda said, earning quiet agreements from the team. "And you’re our teammate, and we’re not going anywhere until she wakes up." Sam added.

The girls settled into the room, all looking at you, who looked oddly peaceful.

Current time.

"Erin," you whispered, sitting up and shaking her gently.

She jumped up quickly, suddenly on her feet as you gave her wide eyes. "It’s okay. It’s all good, I’m good. Sit down." you said, smiling at her lightly.

She didn’t though, not yet. Instead she brought you in for a tight hug and didn’t let go. "Your head… the way it bent. It’s not- it was terrifying." she said to you, burying her head in your hair. "Shh, I’m okay baby," you said to her, rubbing circles on her back.

People were starting to wake up and stand up, but you kept your attention on Erin. She pulled away and cupped your jaw, kissing you a few times before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Never do that again," Ann- Kat said to you. "It’s my job to do crazy dives." she added, making you laugh. "And we would have won in a PK shootout. This is is us…" Sam said.

"This is Chelsea." The whole room said softly.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #jessie fleming #erin cuthbert #magda eriksson #lyon women

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grox · 8 months

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On the plane I was in the aisle seat of the very back row reading flowers for algernon while BLASTING renard, gorgous nighttime city window view blocked by mexican couple/siblings who kept holding hands and hugging during takeoff, everyone smelled really bad, Im enjoying myself greatly, I glance up to see a grown army man in front of me playing a motorcycle game on his phone, I watch, He keeos failing, I put my book down, I watch him fail and retry the same level for the entire remaining 45 mins of the flight, I'm still blasting renard

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dovelyanon · 6 months

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When We Were Stars - Chapter 6 - Le Renard Rusé

“So basically…” Marinette curled her knees to her chest, shoveled her socks into the cushions. “I’m fucked.”

“You mustn’t think that way.” Tikki shook her little head. “You know his identity now too.”

“So what?” She plucked the Luka Couffaine body pillow up and hugged it tight enough to give him an hourglass figure. “I just storm the Agreste mansion as Ladybug and lasso him with my magic yo-yo?”

“Not just that,” Tikki said. “We need to find the Miracle Box and claim the miraculous. That will strip him of his power and tilt the odds in our favor.”

"Right." Marinette nodded. "So he uses the miraculous to make the demon butterflies?” She squeezed Luka harder. “How many does he have?”

Tikki’s cheek twitched. “… at least sixteen?”

“Sixteen demon butterflies?” She gulped. "Well, we took care of one."

“Sixteen different miraculous.” Tikki gave her a pained grin. “Unlimited demon butterflies.”

She leaned onto her side, nodding into the pillow to block out Tikki and the rest of the room, impending doom rushing in like a monsoon.

“Marinette?” A tug at her hair. “Don’t check out! The good thing is they’re probably all in the same place. If we come up with a plan and find a way in-”

The front door opened and Tikki zipped out of sight.

Read the rest HERE!

(Also, I forgot to post the last chapter on Tumblr so if you didn't read Chapter 5: Le Papillon- check that out too <3)

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #tikki #gabriel agreste #luka couffaine's body pillow

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hauntedmilkshakeghost · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

Obviously this is all smut so 18 plus only, no ageless blogs, etc etc you will be blocked

The Kinktober prompt list I’ll be using

Word count for each fic

Praise + Lipstick with Steve Harrington

Mutual Masturbation + Formal Wear with Dick Grayson

Touchless Orgasm + glasses with Adrian Chase

Aliens + Vehicles with Jaal

Biting + Sex Party with Ray Palmer, Nate Heywood, and Zari Tarazi

Hair-pulling + Mommy/daddy with Kev Atwater

Face-fucking + Office Sex with Derek Morgan

Blindfolds + Being Loud with Conner Kent

Lingerie + Spitting with Sean Renard

Wet Dreams + Spreader bars with Dominique Luca

Dry Humping + Seduction Otis

Phone Sex + Latex with Deacon Kay

Finger Sucking + Dressing Rooms with Steve Harrington

Role play + size difference with Ray Palmer

On the floor + Recording with Nancy Gillian

Overstimulation + Boot licking with Jim Hopper

Mirrors + Bladder control with Adrian Chase

Fellatio + Ice cubes with Kelly Severide

Chasity Caging with Frenchie

Glory hole + smoking with Frenchie

Fingering + Blood with Crockett Marcel

Panty hose + cream pie with Kevin Atwater

Handcuffs + feathers with Kim Burgess

Accidental Stimulation + food play with Behrad Tarazi

Voice Kink + Gags with Kevin Atwater

Beach sex with Frenchie

Massages + Suspension with Jay Halstead

Breast worship + cum dumpster with Poly!20 squad

Lap dance + toe sucking with Adrian Chase

Pillow talk + humiliation with Otis

Spitroasting + Wrestling with Eddie and Buck

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #masterlist

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redwineconversation · 23 days

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Olympique Lyonnais - Le Havre OLPlay Postgame Interviews

Better late than never, but some of us have full time jobs and can't be chronically online.

Blah blah standard disclaimers apply; @OL Comms Dept it's cold I need my Starbucks to stay alive; banning stans from stadiums would solve a lot of problems real quick; can Bompastor also take this "journalist" aka academy director with her when she fucks off to Chelsea; y'all know the speech by now.

@Timothee Piron @Coralie Ducher feel like pure shit just want you back. xx

OLYMPIQUE LYONNAIS OLPLAY POSTGAME INTERVIEWS

WENDIE RENARD OLPLAY POSTGAME INTERVIEW

Renard: On a personal level it was important to get significant playing time, especially against a team where you can't really hold back. You have to react immediately. So it was important for me in particular. Then as a team it was important for us to really start the game well, to be able to really be on the same wavelength. There was some good, there was some less good. I think that we - the fact that - even if I don't think it was a goal, the first one, but in any case the referee gave it and I think it was good for us. And we were able to create more chances after that and get a greater advantage right before half time. The second half was a bit stagnant I find. We were far from each other. There were too many technical errors. But overall, there are a lot of players who are playing consecutive games, obviously there's a bit of fatigue. It was important for us to win before leaving for the international break, and also to get a big win at that. We did that.

"Journalist": We were saying how the month of March was pretty packed. The international break is coming up as well, it will be a good opportunity to have a change of scenery, and maybe come back refreshed. [news to all teams who are going through Euro qualifiers]

Renard: Yes, I agree, even if there is obviously some tiredness. It's always interesting to meet up with another group. There's also other instructions, other expectations, from the national coaches. But beyond that, March was a difficult month. We used up a lot of energy in the games.. Here pretty much everyone is meeting up with their national teams. And we have an end of the season which is coming up really quickly. It will be up to us to be properly prepared for it. But we have the team to do it. We have the players to do it. Now it's up to us to put forth our qualities from the start of the game. We need to know what we want. And if we want to win, we need to put things in place for it to happen.

"Journalist": Thank you, Wendie.

PERLE MORRONI OLPLAY POSTGAME INTERVIEW

"Journalist": Yes, Perle. Another win. It's always hard to play against teams with a low block.

Morroni: Always difficult even if we're used to it now. Teams often try to trap us into it, to keep a low block and play on a counter. But now we're used to it so we know what we need to do in terms of tactics to counter it. We did our job. We were able to get on the scoreboard, it did us some good. And 3-0, that's a good score.

"Journalist": It's a good score. It's the same score from the PSG game today against Dijon. And there's a pretty exciting second part coming up in April, with the semifinals, with a derby. Some exciting games to play.

Morroni: Yeah, we're getting to the heart of the matter. For the league, I think we just need one or two more wins to finish first. But we're getting to the part of the schedule where we're playing the games we like to play, there's intensity, there's a bit of everything. It's really the top level games. And it's going to be in nice stadiums as well. So it's going to be - that's what we're waiting for, that's what we're working for. And we'll be ready when the day comes.

"Journalist": Thank you, Perle.

SONIA BOMPASTOR OLPLAY POSTGAME INTERVIEW

"Journalist": All the crew at OLPlay are thanking for your professionalism after having thanked all the journalists before coming over for our interview and - [Bompastor laughs] no, no, they're really thanking you. It's good, it's good.

Bompastor: That's really nice of them. I'd like to thank you as well. I'm sorry I left you for last. I made you wait.

"Journalist": It's not a big deal. Just - it's always difficult to play against a low block. We saw it in the first 30 minutes, with the goal - well. It wasn't a goal. [Bompastor nods in agreement] But it's always hard to play against a low block.

Bompastor: Yes. We know that in that context, we know we need to be very efficient in the choices we make, first of all, and also very good in terms of technical efficiency. So I think in the first half I had to adjust in how we were using the ball. I felt that the outside backs needed to be a little bit higher, that would allow the midfield to drop in and be better in the middle. Then I insisted a lot on the combination play, especially out wide, the one-twos, the overlapping runs, or the one-two-three passes for letting players get behind the defense. So it was a game where we were able to work on those scenarios. And indeed sometimes the context is difficult because there is little space, but we need to be better with the quality of the players we have.

"Journalist": In the second half we saw get the center backs more involved so the pace would pick up a bit and quicker transitions.

Bompastor: Yeah, yeah. When you're against low blocks, in order to break it down and create space, you need to play it simple, move the ball a lot with few touches, and have technical qualities as well. But it's especially in the orientation when we release the ball, we need to make the right choices, not force it when it's closed off on one side, be able to switch it to the other side. I also asked the players that as soon as we made a pass between the lines, for the defense to push up as well. That would keep us close and create some good combination play. So yeah, on the one hand, even if we win 3-0 there are still things which can impact the game. So I try to play that role.

"Journalist": We're heading into an exciting month of April. There's an international break, no players recently injured [well we know who to blame for the Dabritz injury]. It's also an exciting month of April with derbies, there are good games to be played.

Bompastor: Yeah, yeah. First it's the international break, I think that will be good for everyone to have a change of scenery, get a bit of a breather. It'll be important to come back recharged because as we just said, April and May will be very intense months and especially decisive. There are decisive games, there's the Champions League, there's the league and notably the playoffs. So we will have to be in great form. And especially there will be interesting games to play when you're a professional athlete.

"Journalist": There's especially that semifinal against PSG. They're obviously a team we know by heart, who also won 3-0 this afternoon, so similar scoreline. That semifinal must be at the back of your head.

Bompastor: Yeah, of course. In any case we don't have a lot of games left between now and the end of the season. I hope we'll go all the way. That means we will have eight games left to play. So we're in the final stretch, the money time as the expression goes. Indeed, the UWCL semifinals against Paris [Saint-Germain], those are the games we want to play. They're an opponent we know really well. It will be a good game. It's a really good match-up because I think the PSG team looks completely different than they did at the beginning of the season. So we're looking forward to it because we know those are good games to play.

"Journalist": First leg at home, second leg away. Does it work for you? It was like that two years ago.

Bompastor: Yeah, exactly. We had this same scenario two years ago. So yeah, I think the first leg can already be decisive. So playing at home is a good thing for us. Beyond that, we have experience playing away games in a hostile environment. In any case we loved the atmosphere at the Parc des Princes two years ago with 44,000 people who really made themselves heard. And when the result is there as well at the end of the game, you remember those moments. So we'll do everything to experience those emotions again.

"Journalist": Before that, there's a quick derby to win.

Bompastor: Yeah, of course. It's true there's that game against ASSE. Yeah, I'm happy. I said it before, I'm happy that ASSE got promoted to the D1 Arkema. They avoided relegation this year. So it's always a special moment in the season, playing these derbies. And we also have the honor of playing in the big stadium, so that's pretty rare it must be said. I think it's Sunday at 9pm. So we're looking forward to that as well.

"Journalist": Thank you, Sonia.

#all good love stories start in the rain #wendie renard #perle morroni #sonia bompastor

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Ace of Clubs: Chapter V

(We’re going to pretend Renard already moved into the new house even though it’s way too early on for that, to make it easier on me okay? Okay.)

Series Masterlist My Masterlist

Word Count:3.7k Warnings: Canon violence (if any).

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

Recap:

The door slammed shut as the captain hastily dialed the other grimm's number into his phone. They didn't pick up. He swore under his breath, redialing their number as he patted his hip, checking for his gun. He slammed the door of his office shut behind him, striding down the hall at a brisk pace. He continued to redial their number until he reached his car. He paused, his hand on the ignition, waiting for the last ring before he appeared on their doorstep looking like an idiot.

His call went to voicemail again.

I unlocked the door to my apartment, sighing apprehensively at the sight that greeted me, the scythe still painted on the living room wall and things still strewn about. I didn't have the energy to even bother cleaning up. I was at a standstill, still not sure what to do. The thought of standing my ground and defending what I had was unappealing. I had done that several times before, and they had only managed to come back with a vengeance each time. I wasn't alone this time, I knew, but I didn't want them to get involved. I didn't want to appear helpless. I had managed all this time on my own just fine by moving, but now that I couldn't, it was proving to be a problem.

I set my phone on the coffee table before picking my way over to the cupboard, trying to find something for dinner. I froze when a crash suddenly echoed throughout the small apartment. Sounds of broken glass, probably the window, came from in the living room. I carefully edged my way over to the block of knives beside the sink, pulling one out and quietly creeping towards the other room.

I immediately threw the knife when a large figure rounded the corner, stopping them in their tracks. The hässlich grunted as stumbled back, ripping the knife out and swinging it wildly at me. I scrambled back, reaching for another from the block. He tackled me to the floor, slashing my left bicep in the process, before I managed to stab him in the neck, ripping the knife out and breathing a sigh of relief as I wiggled out from under him.

My relief was short-lived however. Panic rose in my chest when another three hässlich entered the kitchen in woge. I rose to my feet, readying myself. I had no idea how I was going to take on all three of them at once.

I dodged when the first dove at me, once again tackling me to the floor. I managed to kick him in the groin and roll away before the second, a klaustreich, grabbed me. He slammed me against the counter, making me groan as pain erupted from my back. He punched me in the face, causing my head to whip back. I tasted blood in my mouth.

I turned my head slowly, meeting his gaze with a bloody grin before spitting in his face. "You have no idea who you're fucking with." I spat, pulling a switchblade out of my jacket pocket. I stabbed him in the chest, squirming out of his grip as he stumbled back. He hissed, ripping it out before falling to the floor, eyes wide as he realized his mistake.

I stood over his now dead body, breathing heavy as I glared at the other hässlich standing in the doorway. I grinned at her, my teeth bloody. She suddenly grinned back, her expression curling into one of nightmares. My face fell when another hässlich stepped up to her side, this time holding a scythe.

Exhaustion blurred my mind, and before I could register it, the female hässlich had plunged a knife into my side, her wicked grin now even wider. I gasped, my hands gripping the knife and my eyes widening in shock. She ripped the blade out before driving it back in again and again. I cried out, my hands gripping the handle as she released me. Against my better judgment, I stumbled back, weakly pulling the knife out of me. A strangled gasp escaped my throat as the serrated base of the blade tore at my flesh.

I pulled it out, holding it in front of me with a shaky hand. I swiped at her as she neared me, but she dodged it easily. I was thrown across the room, my back hitting a wall before I fell onto shards of broken glass. I heard my phone ringing loudly on the coffee table. The other Reaper spared it a glance before focusing back on me as it quieted

I groaned, struggling to crawl out of the mess, glass snagging my forearms. I bled out onto the wooden floor, making it slippery.

My hands slipped in my own blood as I desperately crawled to the coffee table, which was mere feet away from me now. My phone suddenly went off again, As soon as I reached the carpet, I made a lunge for my phone before it was knocked off onto the floor by a scythe. A boot kicked me in the stomach. It dug into my ribs, ever so slowly applying more and more pressure before I heard a crack, crying out. I squirmed and clawed at the boot in agony as the Reaper continued to shift more of his weight onto my abdomen. I felt the bone move and a stabbing pain shot through my stomach, causing me to choke out a gasp as blood bubbled up in my throat.

"Stop." I coughed out, my breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. I felt a cool blade against my throat and I made out the handle of the reaper's scythe through my blurry vision. 'Sensenmann', the engraving on the handle read. I closed my eyes, drawing in a shaky breath as I realized my situation. Calm didn't wash over me as they always said it would when you realized you were about to die.

Panic and fear still pumped through the blood in my veins and the blood seeping out steadily onto the floor. My body trembled under the scythe blade with what little energy it had left.

A gunshot suddenly rang out and I flinched. The Reaper looked back and his grip on the handle of the scythe loosened. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, I seized the opportunity and grabbed the blade at my neck, the sharp edges slicing into my palms. I staggered to my feet, twisting the scythe around so I now held it by the handle. I staggered forward, giving the scythe an experimental swing. With the last of my energy, I raised it, and in one swing, lopped the reaper's head off with his own scythe.

My entire body shook with just the effort of remaining conscious, but I readied myself for the next attack, facing towards the front door where I heard the gunshot. My breathing was shallow and ragged and wet with blood. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to chase away the black on the edges of my vision, and immediately regretted it. I hunched over, clutching my rib with one arm and stumbling.

I heard the crunching of broken glass. My head jerked up, which in turn sent another shockwave of pain through me. I choked out a half sob, half gasp in agony. A tall figure stepped through the door, gun poised. I couldn't make out their face, the only light coming from behind them. I could only make out their silhouette. My grip loosened on the scythe as they neared, my form hunching over in exhaustion and defensiveness. Darkness encroached on the edges of my vision and spots began to dance in front of me. I blinked hard. The figure neared and the weapon dropped from my weak fingers, falling to the floor with a clatter that made me flinch.

"It's just me." He said softly.

"Sean?" I asked hesitantly. My legs suddenly buckled, causing me to collapse.

"Artemis!" He called my name out sharply in alarm. In an instant, the zauberbiest was at my side, preventing me from hitting the floor. I gasped out in pain when he unknowingly put pressure on my broken rib. I squirmed in his hold, trying to struggle away from him.

"You're hurt?" He asked in alarm. I tried to nod, but my head slumped forward, my eyelids heavy. Without any warning, he scooped me up in his arms. I whined, the movement jarring my rib and causing another sharp bolt of pain. He packed me over to the sofa, carefully laying me down. His eyes darted over my body, looking for any signs of injury. They came to rest on the large bloodstain on my shirt.

He hastily tugged my shirt up over my stomach before his eyes widened in shock at the multiple stab wounds adorning my body. My head drooped to the side and my eyes fluttered shut. He slapped my face, trying to get me to stay awake. When that didn't work, he dug his fingers into my side, visibly wincing like it hurt him too.

I gasped, my eyes flying open. My hands came up to claw at his. "Get away from me." I gasped out. I struggled to push myself away from him, but the back of the sofa prevented me from putting any distance between us.

"It's me. You're okay." He reassured me, his larger hands coming up to cup my face. My frantic eyes met his worried ones. "Stay with me." He ordered. He stood before disappearing out of my sight. My panic grew as I attempted to push myself into a sitting position, not wanting to be left alone and vulnerable. He returned moments later, pushing me back down with a gentle hand. He tossed a dish towel over my stomach before pressing down on it, hard. I choked out a whimper, grasping at his hands and kicking my legs in agony. Pain clouded my mind.

"This is Captain Sean Renard, I have a break in at 205 St Andrew's Street. Four dead, the victim is badly injured. I need an ambulance." He demanded over the phone.

"I'm fine." I mumbled, my mind still fogged. I began to drift off again, before I felt him shake me gently. "Stay with me." He repeated. I groaned in protest, attempting to roll over onto my side. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe lying on my back. I coughed weakly, wincing. "They're almost here." He soothed me, his hand on my face and his thumb gently running over my cheekbone. I leaned into his comforting touch with a shallow sigh.

The wailing of sirens made me open my eyes again. Soon, the slamming of car doors and heavy footsteps surrounded us. Renard gently scooped me up again, holding me close to his chest. My eyes were barely open as he carried me outside to the ambulance. I heard him talking with someone, his voice reverberating through his chest. My eyes flew open in panic when he tried to lay me down on the gurney in the ambulance. I clung to him with every fiber of energy I had left.

"Don't leave me." I pleaded.

"You're safe, they’ll take care of you." He reassured me.

"Please." Panic rose in my voice.

"I'm not going anywhere, don't worry." His voice began to fade out as I finally let go of him at his reassurance, though my hand still tightly gripped his. I didn't want to be left alone. I felt a needle pierce my skin, and a mask being strapped to my head before I completely blacked out.

An insistent beeping noise awoke me. I opened my blurry eyes, weakly lifting my head up and attempting to take in my surroundings. I groaned, realizing my entire body throbbed with a dull ache, though it was worse in some places. I blinked hard, trying to get my vision to clear. With a start, I realized I was in a hospital. My chest tightened, panic seizing me. I hastily shoved myself onto my elbows. My head spun as I swung my legs over the edge of the hospital bed, hunching over in pain and gripping my torso with a low whine. I straightened up when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

The monitor beeped frantically as I ripped off the sensors. I pulled out the IV in my arm with a wince, before staggering to my feet. I immediately stumbled forward, barely sticking my arms out in time to keep myself from colliding with the wall. I leaned my feverish forehead against it for a moment, closing my eyes in exhaustion.

Hands suddenly gripped my shoulders. I struggled weakly, but she hauled me back to the bed.

"Get away from me." I growled out, my voice was shaky.

"You're safe." She repeated. "We've called the captain already. He's on his way." That caught my attention.

She sat me down on the bed, gently pushing down on my shoulders and encouraging me to lie back. I did, with some hesitation. She began to prep the IV again, and I immediately tried to sit up again, shaking my head.

"They're painkillers, you're going to be in a lot of pain without these in your system." She explained calmly.

"I don't care." I croaked out.

"Honey, it's alright if your scared of needles-"

"I don't want them." I insisted. She glanced at me before nodding her head.

"Alright. I'm not going to force you." She obliged. "Press the button if you need anything, okay?" She stopped in the doorway to tell me, smiling reassuringly before stepping out and sliding the door shut behind her. I relaxed into the bed, my exhausted body going limp. The fog of the painkillers had already begun to wear off. The sedative effects lessening but allowing the pain to make itself known. I let out a shaky breath, gritting my teeth as I shifted to get more comfortable.

The last time I had been in a hospital, one of the people after me had posed as a nurse, pumping my veins full of sedatives so they could kidnap me. That hadn't been very long after I became a grimm - but long enough for me to make some enemies - and since then, I had been on my own. Hospitals were entirely out of the question. It had likely been just a one off thing, but the anxiety they gave me, from that experience alone, was enough for me to avoid them completely, even in near death situations. I learned to bandage and care for my own wounds, and most importantly, I had learned how to avoid them in the first place.

I sat partially propped up against the pillows, a limp arm draped over my stomach. I sighed, forcing my eyes open when they tried to shut against my will. In the back of my mind, I knew I would have to sleep sooner or later, but hospitals put me on edge. A sharp pain jolted into my side unexpectedly and I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, my body jerking slightly. The ache in my muscles was noticeable now.

My eyes flew open when I heard the door slide open. I sat up straighter, on edge.

"Sean?" I rasped, coughing and then wincing slightly.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. He pulled a chair up beside the bed while I struggled to sit up more. "Stay down. You're fine." He ordered softly.

"Not too great." I said honestly.

"You were under for a few days." He frowned. A slight jolt of fear ran through me, realizing how vulnerable I had been. The thought made me panicky, even though that should have given me all the more reason to trust the staff here, seeing how they hadn't done anything to me yet.

"When can I leave?"

"You just woke up, so not any time soon."

"I can't stay here." I mumbled, my eyes unintentionally darting over to the door.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I guess." I answered uncertainly. I had no reason to be afraid, I told myself, but I couldn't help the anxiety.

"It doesn't seem like it." He said, his eyes scanning my face.

"I just don't like hospitals."

"Nobody does." He smiled slightly. "But this seems like more than that."

"Just haven't had the best experiences with them." He was silent, but his eyes encouraged me to continue. "I got kidnapped from one, one time. They pretended to work there and drugged me up, basically." When he still didn't say anything, I rushed to defend myself. "I know how far fetched it sounds but-"

"I believe you. There are plenty of wesen out there that would do anything just to off a grimm." He nodded. It was silent for a moment. I grit my teeth, suddenly aware of the slowly worsening pain in my abdomen. I breathed hard through my nose.

"Speaking of.." He started. "Why didn't you tell me of the Reapers?"

"How did you even find out about them, anyway? Did Nick tattle on me?" I muttered.

"That's exactly what he did, actually. Good thing he did, too." He added, his gaze scolding.

"That bastard" I cursed under my breath, though I silently thanked him. I would be dead right now if he hadn't. I shifted uncomfortably. I winced, giving up quickly. "I didn't want to get you involved. I didn't really want to get Nick involved, either, but I didn't even know who they were." I confessed.

"How long did you say they've been following you?"

"About a year, as far as I know, but it's been around a year since I first saw the symbol."

"How many times have you seen it?"

"Besides this time? A handful. They've mostly tried to attack me when I was out and about though, never where I was staying." I thought for a moment, a frown creeping onto my face. "I think they know I'm starting to get in touch with people. They know I'm not working alone anymore, that's why they were so bold this time."

"That makes sense. You're more of a threat now." He thought aloud.

"They've actually left me alone for a while, for the most part at least. They let me know they were still following me; left some signs here and there. But they haven't attacked me for a while."

"What about Nick?" I suddenly asked. "He said they attacked him before, why did they stop?"

"I wasn't aware of the situation at the time, I've never given it too much thought. My best guess is they knew he had backup."

I sighed in frustration, my face screwing up in pain at the action.

"Don't they have you on painkillers?" He asked.

"I didn't want them." I groaned out. My ribs suddenly began to hurt even more, and I struggled to get in a less painful position. My breath hitched in my throat when my elbow buckled underneath me and I fell back onto the mattress with a moan of pain, twisting onto my side.

Sean was at my side in an instant, his hands hovering over me. "I'm fine." I tried to reassure him. He muttered something sarcastically under his breath before leaning down and gently sliding his arm under my torso, carefully helping me sit up. He glanced at me to make sure I was comfortable, and I nodded slightly in thanks.

The nurse from before entered the room then, knocking on the door and entering before waiting for a response. My eyes darted over to Renard nervously, almost on instinct. His hand reached over to mine, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

"The doctor said she'd like to keep you until tomorrow at least, for observation. You've been through quite the ordeal." I winced at a sudden pain in my abdomen and she narrowed her eyes. "You really should be on those pain meds, honey." I just shook my head.

"They'll think about it." Renard spoke up for me.

"I'll be back in a bit. If you decide on it before then, just hit the button." She gave a curt nod, exiting the room. I was unable to hide my sigh of relief.

"She's right, you know." He said.

"I know, it hurts so much." I mumbled. "I don't want to be that..that out though. I can't." My voice rose in stress.

"No one is going to force you, don't worry." He comforted me. It was silent for a heartbeat. "How would you feel if I stayed with you?" He asked uncertainly.

"What?" I had, surprisingly, begun to drift off, my body exhausted with the effort of healing. The warmth of his hand engulfing mine brought me an almost worrying amount of comfort. He just stared at me, his eyes searching mine.

What he said suddenly registered in my brain. "No. No you're too busy, I can't-" I protested.

"I didn't ask that." He cut me off. "Besides, it's 10pm. I'm off."

I hesitated. It was a tempting offer. It grew all the more appealing as the pain became less dull, growing in intensity as the painkillers wore off.

"You won't leave after I fall asleep?" I asked in a small voice, my resolve weakening.

"I won't." He reassured me."I'll be right here."

"Okay." I finally agreed. He pressed the call button, giving me a quick smile that almost reached his eyes. The nurse popped into the room after only a couple of minutes.

"Ready for those pain meds honey?" She asked

"Yeah." I mumbled.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands." She reassured me with a smile, preparing the IV. I watched nervously as she pulled on gloves and hooked up a new needle to the bag. "I need to see your arm for a sec." I held out my arm, my other hand squeezing Renard's as she slid the needle into my vein, placing medical tape over it. I winced slightly at the feeling; I was never a big fan of needles.

"Anything else?" She asked. I shook my heavy head, the meds already beginning to take effect. She smiled, leaving the room. I shifted to lie down, careful not to pull the IV out of my arm. I never let go of the zauberbiest's hand for a second, and he never gave any indication that he wanted to let go, either. I looked at him nervously through heavy eyelids.

"It's okay. I'll be here." He comforted me, his free hand ghosting over my cheekbone. I sighed, finally allowing myself to relax and drift off.

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vicky82gargoylesfan · 1 year

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My Thoughts on Gargoyles Issue 5: Render Unto Caesar

Wow what a great issue, it was pretty tense and some heart breaking moments.

I’m glad Amazon/Kindle sorted out the problems, so I was able to read issue 5 at 5am before I went to work.

Spoilers

Just loved Hudson’s narration in this, I still hear Ed Asner voice while reading this.

Hudson: Son of my heart, oh my gosh!!! my heart!!! I was nearly in tears.

I was right about Lexington talking to Amp online.

I squealed that Broadway and Angela want to become mates, asking Coldfire to perform their mating ceremony. I just love that Angela wants Elisa and Katana to be her seconds, Broadway wants Lex and Brooklyn to be his seconds but thinks Brooklyn will be too busy for it, my heart melted a bit at that moment, I think Brooklyn would do it.

I thought it was strange that Goliath was put in a same block as Dracon and Brod, I would of thought he would of been put in solitary confinement.

1st person I wanted to punch in this issue was that Prison Guard, using the remote to shock Goliath, it made me sick to my stomach.

Seeing Elisa watching Goliath in his cell was heart breaking.

I wonder who donated the high-tech equipment to the Gargoyle taskforce, maybe, The Quarrymen, The Illuminati, Taro, Cyberbiotics, Nightstone, could be anyone.

Oh cool, we have a date May 15th 1997.

Nice to see Judge Ian Roebling again.

We have a new character, Tobe Crest, Goliath’s lawyer, I wonder who hired him, Xanatos, Renard or Macbeth maybe.

2nd person I wanted punch is Margot Yale, calling Goliath a thing and comparing him to a parrot.

Great to see Brooklyn step straight into leadership role without any hesitation like last time. This time he’s more mature and confident.

Brooklyn just takes Coldstone and Coldfire to rescue Goliath, while the others stay to protect the castle because Brooklyn still doesn’t trust Xanatos.

So Goliath didn’t want to be rescued, kinda reminds of Beast from X-Men animated series where Magneto tries to rescue Beast from Prison but Beast wouldn’t go and would rather have his day in court.

I do worry that Goliath is going to get a lot of heat for the attempted prison escape, especially with that Guard has the remote for Goliath’s shock collar.

Can’t wait for issue 6, it’s just a shame we got to wait a month.

#Gargoyles #disney gargoyles #gargoyles dynamite

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renardhazardous · 4 months

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[UPDATED INTRODUCTION]

HIIII Hallooo!!!! My name is Ren Renard Queefston Gigglefuck the third. U can call me Ren or Renard but Andy is okay too!! (Only sometimes teehee)

I am a minor 🔥🔥🔥

My pronouns are anything but she/her. You can even use it/its on me cuz I canonically identify as a dog /srs but also /j

Oh and I'm transmasc. YAYYYYYY

Anyweh my fandoms r YTTD, Made in Abyss, Ultrakill, Ranfren, Omori, Wings of Fire, and Regretevator :333 (YTTD is my main focus rn)

I'm a soushinner and I love shadshinai. Don't like, just block. I don't care. Don't fucking bitch and moan to me abt it, I'll touch u

Anyways, follow my insta

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gunnerkriggcritical · 6 months

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Renard flirting with a teenager Annie's age! Great! I guess I had blocked this little moment out of my memory!

#gunnerkrigg #gunnerkrigg court #gunnerkrigg liveblogging #smh lmao

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rae-pss · 8 months

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I HAD THE URGE TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH SO HERE I AM. TELLING YOU THAT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH

aw, i love you more, mon petit renard (<3) *block uno card*.

#— chats.#— ax0lotly.#omw to kiss all your pretty face until you beg me to stop /p

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #1026: Symphony of the Halloween Night! (King of Fighters)

6:14 p.m. at K and Kula's Residence's LivingRoom........

K': (Adjust the Bots in his Head of the Frankenstein Costume He is Wearing) I don't get why we have to go all around the block, tricking-or treating first? Won't they candy and junk at the party or whatever?

Kula: (Walks in the Living Wearing an Elsa Costume in the Mirror) Yeah, but it doesn't start in the next two hours. Plus, I heard the candy they'll be giving out are gonna be super yummy this year!~ There's no way we could pass up an opportunity like this!~

K': (Rolls his Eyes) Riiiiiight. (Turns Around to Kula) And is that the reason why you're going as some Elsa this year?

Kula: (Happily Nodded) Yep Yep! (Pushes Up While Doing a Fashion Pose With a Smirk on Her Face) I mean, honestly, K'. Who else could play the role of the icy queen of Arendelle than yours truly?~ (Places her Hand onto her Chest as She Begins to Sing) Let it G-

K': (Immediately Covers Kula's Mouth With his Finger) Yeah, we're not doing all of that tonight.

Kula pouts at K' before the sound of the doorbell ringing caught both of their eardrums' attention. As K' approaches and opens the door, he sees Shingo dressed as one of the well known vampire hunters', Richter Belmont.

Shingo: Vampire, monsters, and other evil beings beware! For as I....(Raises his Toy Whip in the Air Victoriously) RICHTER BELMONT has finally arrived to the party!

Kula: (Eyes Widened in Awe at Shingo's Costume) Ohhhhhhh!~

K': (Snickers a Bit While Crossing his Arms) You're actually going as your look-a-like this year?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep! (Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) I figured since you guys think I look like him that I might as well play the part, at least for Halloween this year. But I am not alone here this evening!!!

Shingo moves aside and uses his arms and hands to present Leona walking in, wearing a dyed blonde ponytail, an emerald green shirt, black leather pants, brown gloves and boots, and a black baby pounce where a white kitten is sitting on

Leona: (Elegantly Bows at K' and Kula) Greetings, one and all. My name is Maria Renard. The youngest vampire hunter of the family's name as well as Richter's faithful companion and sister-in-law. (Gently Holds Up the Cat Up From the Pouch) And this little one here is our cute and adorable apprentice, Lady Heather.

Heather: Meow!~

Kula: (Gasps Happily at the Sight of Heather) Oh my goooosh!~ You're bringing Heather along with us!~ (Makes her Way to the White Kitty And Picks her Up From Leona's Arms) Hi, little baby!~ (Twirls Around Coddles With Heather) We're gonna have so much fun tonight!~ Yes, we are~ Yes, we are~

Leona: I didn't want to leave her alone at the base all night, so I figured I'd bring her along with us. (Grabs her Chin) Though, I wasn't entirely sure what sort of costume to give to her before we left. Or....(Starts Shyly Looking Away a Little) If....the costume I'm wearing now is...good enough or not....

Shingo: (Gently Rubs the Top of Heather's Head) I think Heather looks fine the way she is for now. (Turns Back to Leona) And are you kidding? That costume looks perfect on you!

Leona: (Eyes Widened a Bit in Genuine Surprise) It does?

Shingo: (Quickly Nodded) Mmhmm. You captured Maria's grace and beauty perfectly! With how....(Immediately Starts Blushing While Looking Away Himself) pretty- I MEAN! Good!....looking you are yourself....of course....

Leona: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Shingo-Kun......(Brings the End of her Ponytail While Blushing Herself) T-Thank you....I think you captured Richter's looks and good nature perfectly yourself. Incredibly so.....

K': (Turns to Leona) Are you blushing?

Leona: (Eyes Widened Again as She Quickly Let's Go of her Ponytail and Looks Away) .....I don't know what you're talking about. I never blush.

K': (Raises an Eyebrow) Really? Then why were you hiding your face with your hair just now?

Leona: Because it has a lemon scent that I find delicate. No other reason besides that.

K': (Stares at Leona's Straight Face For a Few More Seconds Before Sighing) Alright. Keep believing that lie all you want, Heidern. I know what's up.

Leona: Doubt that.

Shingo: (Suddenly Begins to Gasps as He Sees a Text Message on his Phone) Oh my gosh! He's coming! Step back, everyone! It's about to start

Kula: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion as She Steps Back atvthe Doorway Alobg With Everyone Else) What's about to start?

Leona: You'll see in a moment. (Stands Behind a Nervous Shingo and Gently Massages his Shoulders) Now, stay calm and relax your composure. I know you can do this.

Shingo: (Takes a Very Deep Breath Before Calming Himself Down) Right.....Just like we practiced.

K': Okay, so can anyone tell us what's gonna happen here or-

Shingo: (Points is Whip at the Sidewalk in Front golf Him) DIE, MONSTER! YOU DON'T BELONG IN THIS WORLD!!!

A random smoke appears in front of K' and Kula's apartment, revealing itself to be Rock Howard dressing as one of the Belmonts' greatest enemies, Dracula.

Rock: It was not by my hands that I was once again given flesh.

Kula: (Gasps in Genuine Surprise at What is Happening Right Now While Still Holding On to Heather)

K': (Stares at his Two Friends in a Dumbfounded Expression) .......What the fuck?

Rock: I was called here by....humans who wish to pay me tribute!

Shingo: Tribute? You steal men's souls and make them as your slaves!

Rock: (Shrugs Woth a Smig Smirk on his Face) Perhaps that could be said about all religion.

K': That line doesn't even make any sense by the way!

Kula and Leona shushes K' to be quiet.

Shingo: Your words are as empty as your soul. Mankind ill needs a savior such as you!

Rock: ('Heh') What is a man? (Throw Down a Plastic Chalice as Leona Turns on the Glass Breaking Sound Effect on her Phone Right on Cue) A miserable pile of secrets!? But enough talk....(Raises his Fist and Red Cape Up in the Air) HAVE AT YOU!!!

Shingo: (Turns Around Back to Everyone With a Satisfied Smile on his Face as He and Rock Bows Down) And....scene.

Kula happily cheers and uses Heather's paws to applaud Rock and Shingo's performance along with Leona, who is slowly nodding at them with a smile on her face. Meanwhile, K' is still dumbfounded by everything as he turns his head directly at Rock Howard.

K: Belmont boy put you up to this, didn't he?

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Not entirely. I saw a picture he sent me of the costumes him and Leona are wearing earlier today and it got me into going as good 'ole drac. Then after a while, I might've came up with the idea of us doing a reenactment of the prologue scene to Sympathy of the Night which got Shingo on board and rest was history. (Smirks Confidently While Using his Knuckles to Rub his Chest) Not a bad performance if I do say so myself~

K': ('Tch') It was mid at best.

Rock: (Rolls his Eyes) Like you could do better. Or try to act for that matter.

K': Please. I don't need to take a lesson in acting to know that reenactment was cheesy as hell.

Rock: Ah.....sarcasm. For what profit is-

K': Don't. Even go there.

Rock: (Chuckles a Bit Bit With a Smirk on his Face) ('Heh')

?????: Heyyyyyyy!

The gang turn their attention to Mary, wearing a little red riding hood costume, and Terry, wearing a varsity jacket, blue jeans, and wolf ears and tail, sprinting their way to the apartment.

Mary: You two went on and did that whole reenactment thing without us!?

Terry: Yeah, we wanna see it too! (Pulls Out his Phone From his Jacket Pocket) I gotta show Richter this.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly at the Couple) You got it! You're ready, Rock?

Rock: (Happily Nodded) Yep. (Starts Patting his Pants Pocket) Now where did I put those smoke bombs?.....

K' groans while rolling his eyes. This Halloween night might be longer than he thought after all.

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