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design piece of Jasper for Youso ✨
#sfw#clean furry#feline#cat#druid#moon druid#ttrpg#reference sheet#commission#my art#it's like a mini ref but you know#if ur wondering how i'm we still don't have hot water#it's been 15 days without hot water lol#and our washing machine broke second time today#but we are managing#im seeing a psychiatrist finally next week#and i rly rly rly hope i can get some meds#bc ive been off meds since sept and it's greatly affecting my mood and my work#i literally don't have any brain power to do art it's so frustrating lol#anyways love u guys thank you so much for being patient with me#im doing my best but i'm just super slow
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I feel like it would be fun to see Leo's actor in Mole Song Final play Ryuji... that's the only person that comes to mind 😭😭
BUT YEAH 4 was the first mainline entry with (proper) faceclaims! I would kill to see faceclaims get to play their characters. Because they actually aren't mocapped by them, just voiced and scanned in--the acting is all done by RGGS' mocap actors. If you're mentally ill enough you'll start to notice acting decisions that differ from what the actual actor would've gone for; Arakawa doesn't cry the way Nakai does, for example. NGL the animations get kind of uncanny at times if you're too mentally ill so I would not recommend paying quite that much attention lol
I was trying not to think about it though because even if we By Some Miracle got to "season 7" (8 if they do 0) it's entirely possible Nakai and/or Tsutsumi won't be acting anymore by then 😭😭😭😭😭Tsutsumi wants to start directing by the time he's 60... That's chiefly why I kinda wanted it to be an adaptation of 7 before we knew any of the specifics... But Oh Well, it is what it is
ANYWAYS. Very excited for stream tomorrow and best of luck getting stuff done for today :D
YEAH LIKE UNDOUBTEDLY he gave such big ryuji vibes and had an epic presence..... if i allowed myself to dream just this once he would be a real good contender for ryuji......
ohhh yeah nonono ive definitely noticed DONT WORRY. whenever i draw or write fics, i always try to imagine the actual character first to see if the expression or dialogue fits them and if it's believable. having dove more into tsutsumi and nakai movies and shows, the difference is REALLY apparent to me (in that vein tho, it's easy for me to see them as individual characters as opposed to actors playing characters, so it's a little bit of a win for me somehow lmao)
YEAH NOOO THATS DEF A VERY LIKELY POSSIBILITY SHOULD THE SERIES SOMEHOW GET TO THAT POINT IN THE GAMES. again i doubt we'll actually get that far, but in the rare event that we do i hope nakai and tsutsumi do whatever makes them happy (and id def be into seein a movie directed by tsutsumi) (❁´◡`❁)
I REMEMEBR THATLKVJELK WHICH ONE OF YOU FIENDS SENT ME THAT FANCAST SITE IN THE FIRST PLACE ☠️☠️☠️☠️
#snap chats#i always get awkward about drawing characters based off real people#i have scopophobia so As A Branch Off That my irrational fear is always actors or voice actors seeing fanart i do of their characters#(doesnt make sense for me to stream in that regard but its a type of exposure therapy you see)#its just doubly awkward when i do end up drawing their face uh like. a million times cause now i look insane#IT'S A VERY UNLIKELY POSSIBILITY I KNOW but still.. im addled with irrational fears we know this already#but yeah no. over time i've noticed the small 'quirks' nakai and tsutsumi have while acting so i understand totally#makes it awkward when i do keep those quirks in mind when making stuff huh. cant be helped (´▽｀ ;;;;)#its just once i KNOW its like. i cant go back cause now it'll feel Not Right. as if THATS a thing#but yeah speaking of stream. hopefully things go well again i look forward to talking to everyone again (❁´◡`❁) !#i do better verbally talking I Think because when im typing things out i overthink and end up taking nine years to respond or send a messag#cause with talking you HAVE to commit to what you said unless you just wanna stutter and murmur the whole convo#with typing i can take my time and then i take TOO much time and get nothing done#it's a double-edged sword kind of deal but anyway... still stoked :]#i didnt even start drawing my mini comic yet i was too busy makin a mitsu ref sheet since ive been drawing him lately. I GUESS.#i wont draw him much i imagine but... just in case right...
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♡₊˚ 🦢🩰・₊ ♪ ₊˚⊹♡
thinking bout older brothers best friend jj, a friend he has outside of the usual pogues who he’s known since they were younger — but never got to be around his best friends pretty little sister until recently.
“you know you don’t have to hang out with us. i’m not a babysitter.” your brother lightheartedly chucks an empty beer can your way making you pout from your curled position on the futon, the two boys sprawled on the couch taking up space with their long legs.
“damn, be nice to your sister dude. she’s not hurtin’ anyone.” jj shoves his shoulder lazily, directing his attention towards you with a lopsided smile. “you’re stayin’. today you’re gonna learn about sports whether you like it or not, ‘kay?” he jokes and you nod eagerly, earrings jangling. you’d do anything jj said.
your brother finally leaves the room after an hour or so of watching the game— moreso you asking questions and your brother telling you to shut up whilst jj cracked jokes and mansplained things in a way that made your toes curl pleasurably in your socks. you take the time to strike, standing up in your mini skirt that was already testing the blonde and walking over to the tv.
“jj, do you mind if i turn the volume up? can’t hear what the ref’s saying.” you pout, fiddling with the hem of your skirt to purposely draw his eyes there. he blinks away his urges after his eyes skim down twice, lips parting like he’d forgotten how to speak.
“uh, w— yeah, knock yourself out.”
his tongue finds home between his lips as soon as you turn around, tilting his head with the movement of your ass as you bend over to the side of the tv, manually turning the volume down with the button on the side of the screen. you take your time, really bending down to give him a view of the white dainty lace beneath your skirt.
you turn your head around, smiling all sweet and sultry so he knows you did it on purpose— staying in that bent over pose just for his viewing pleasure.
“well this feels like a set up.” he deadpans, pulling a cushion subtly over his lap.
“hm?” you hum as you stand up straight. he hears your brothers footsteps approaching the room, and licks his lips with a wordless shake of the head.
“you’re trouble, ‘know that right?” he speaks right before the door opens again, forcing the two of you to leave it at that.
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Temper
Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader
Summary: You have a short fuse
It's not that you were an aggressive person.
Off the pitch, you were sweet and kind and almost always huddled in a group with Vic and Lessi mucking about.
You just had a bit of a temper, especially when it came to football.
In all honesty, you blamed your dad. You had spent countless evenings sat next to him on the sofa as he screamed and yelled at the tv, watching matches. It seemed only right to emulate him.
Your fuse was short and you snapped easily on the pitch.
"Not even a yellow?!" You demanded, gesturing wildly from your spot on the ground," That was deliberate! She didn't even get the fucking ball!"
"Watch it!" The ref snapped back," Or I'll give you a yellow!"
If your ankle wasn't throbbing, you would have surged to your feet to argue you your case.
"It's not worth it," Steph muttered as she helped you up.
"Not worth it?" You scoffed," Not worth it?! Steph, that was clearly a yellow!" You don't know when you pivoted from arguing your case to shouting at Steph but the frustration bubbled over and soon Lia had to grab you by the hand and pull you away.
"Stop it!" She said sternly, not quite yelling but enough to know there would be consequences if you didn't. "Go back to position and play."
"It was worth a yellow!"
"Yes, maybe it was but it's done now and we need as many legs on the pitch as possible right now. Don't get another yellow."
You stormed off with a huff. You rivalled Katie in the amount of yellows you got (though most of them came from arguing back to the refs rather than aggressive play style) which was kind of impressive seeing as you only joined the team last year.
Mini McCabe had been your nickname for almost a year now and it was something you took in your stride. You are who you are and all that. You couldn't help it if you got a bit...forceful when you were arguing your point.
"What?" You demanded in the next match," You've got to be joking! I didn't do anything! Are you crazy?!"
Your second yellow card in the game was like being hit with a truck. The first hadn't even you being angry. You made a sloppy tackle trying to get the ball off Toone so you took the card even though Toone was clearly milking her 'injury' - though you made sure she knew what it meant when you actually aggressively tackled her. Thankfully, the ref hadn't quite seen that one.
But this yellow card came out of nowhere.
Lia and Caitlin were both sprawled out on the ground, having crashed into each other as two of the United girls squashed the pair between them. You couldn't quite see what had happened in the tangle of legs but you know it was some foul play and you made that known to the ref.
You weren't the only one though because Katie was yelling too.
"Do you need glasses?!" You had demanded," Are you competent at your job?! There's clearly yellow cards that need to be handed out."
"You're right," He had replied and finally you felt vindicated only for him to flash the yellow at Katie and then you.
It was Katie's first of the match but your second.
Her hand clamped around your arm quickly when it looked like you were about to get physically aggressive (you weren't but it did cross your mind to get all up in the ref's face).
"I didn't do anything!" You yelled anyway.
"Dissent," Was all he answered, indicating with his head to get off the pitch.
"Come on," Katie said although she looked equally as angry as you.
You stormed off down the tunnel, your feet slamming into the ground.
"I don't want to talk about it!" You snapped at Leah as soon as she appeared behind you.
"Too bad," She said and Kim (who had been benched today) also appeared," We're talking about it."
"I didn't do anything!" You yelled," Just because he's a fucking-"
"Hey!" Kim wasn't really one to raise her voice so you shrunk down into yourself when she did. "I understand you're frustrated but there's no need to insult him again."
"Frustrated? Frustrated?! I'm fucking fuming! That wasn't worth another yellow! Lia and Caitlin could have been seriously hurt!"
"You're sixteen," Leah replied," It's not your job to defend them."
"Well no one else was fucking doing it!" You clenched your hands into fists and you felt a bit like a cartoon, like smoke was about to come out of your ears. "Maybe if the rest of the team actually did something then I wouldn't have to-"
"Go and shower," Kim ordered," Take the time to cool off. We'll discuss this later."
When Kim didn't speak to you after the match ended, you thought you were home free.
It was only when she, Leah and Jen cornered you in the break room that you realised why it had taken so long.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" You said in disbelief," A sticker chart? What am I, a fucking child?"
"You're acting like one," Jen replied.
You glared at her, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm not using that!"
"You don't have a choice," Kim said," For every match where you don't go off the rails, cause a fight or get a yellow card, you get a sticker."
"I don't need stickers," You said bluntly," I'm sixteen!"
"What you need," Leah said firmly," Is an attitude adjustment. You want to keep playing? Keep getting minutes on that pitch? You'll deal with your sticker chart."
You thought about arguing with them, about blowing up and yelling but you just knew that would get you treated with more kid's gloves than right now.
"Sticker charts get a reward at the end," You bit out, scrunching your hands up into firsts to keep from yelling," What do I get?"
Leah and Jen exchanged a look. It was clear that they hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Er..."
"What do you want?" Kim asked.
You shrugged. "Free food. As unhealthy and greasy as I want."
Kim looked physically in pain when she agreed with you, shaking your hand.
"Hey!" Jen said as you moved to leave," Take your chart with you!"
Katie thought it was hilarious, teasing you relentless when you came back to the locker room with your new chart but shut up pretty quickly when you muttered that they might put her on a sticker chart too if she wasn't careful.
Somehow, she ended up being your greatest ally in keeping your temper on the pitch. She was always there to redirect you away from the ref before yelling at them herself when you were safely standing by people like Steph or Viv who definitely wouldn't let you wander closer.
Your sticker chart filled pretty quickly when Leah and Jen threw their own hats into the ring and promised to buy you food too if you completed it.
You fell to the ground with a crash, swearing under your breath as you grabbed at your knee. It wasn't seriously injured (thank god) but it was a little scraped up.
You looked up to throw a glare at the back of Zelem's head as she waltzed off. It was clearly an unfair tackle. She slid in on you after you had kicked the ball up to Vic already.
"Hey," Lessi said as she jogged over," You okay?"
"No," You said, gritting your teeth," Did the ref at least see it?"
You knew your answer the moment Alessia hesitated to reply. You got to your feet and brushed off your knee. It bled a little but it was mostly just a graze.
You could see the ref talking to Zelem briefly before letting her go on her way. Your blood boiled and, with no Katie on the pitch to get on the ref about his bad call, you felt a rush of anger through your system.
You glanced around quickly, just to check who was paying attention to you before you moved towards the ref. Your hands clenched into fists and you anger bubbled in your throat.
You walked right past him on your way back to your position, letting out a deep, shuddering breath as you did so.
You refused to look over at the bench where Kim, Jen and Leah were sitting. You knew they were going to be wearing those god awful smug smirks that they always did when you ignored the anger stirring inside of you and turned away.
You sighed as you waited for the throw in, stretching out your legs and pulling your socks up to cover your knee.
You just needed to get through this match.
Just this match without a yellow card and your sticker chart would be complete and you would finally be able to drain Kim, Leah and Jen's bank accounts for all they were worth.
#woso x reader#arsenal wfc x reader#arsenal x reader#arsenal wfc#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso
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Mum versus Ma
Summary: You go to the world cup camp with your Mum. Based off these requests – one & two.
Warnings: none I don’t think.
A/n: Sorry, this is short. I have been working heaps the past week, but I am still working away at your requests (the Leah x Child!Reader one, the Sam redemption one and I will start on the Barca x Arsenal game one soon) and some other fics. I’m starting Uni soon so will try and get into a more regular posting routine.
“Harper” “Y/N” you and harper exclaimed as you saw each other when you arrived at camp. You loved going to Matilda’s camp because it meant you got to spend time with Harper, you would always been seen together, whether it was playing together off to the side during the occasional training so Linda could take a break, or having tea parties with Linda in the common room while the girls trained, or even just running up and down the halls together, you did everything together. Everything the media team captured melted the hearts of Australia, but the one that everyone seemed to love was the video taken of you two skipping down the tunnel holding hands, as you giggle together.
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You were on the bench sitting on Sam’s lap, she couldn’t play because she was injured, and offered to look after you. She practically begged Tony to let her, he knew Sam was upset about her injury and so hoped having you there would make it easier, so he said yes, secretly hoping it might help everyone.
You were sporting your mini-Matilda kit, you had a temporary tattoo flag on each cheek, one was an Ireland flag, and the other was an Australia flag. You weren’t really enjoying the game, you didn’t really know who to go for, your Mum’s had never versed each other since you were born, that was until today. You didn’t really like it, they kept tackling each other, your Ma kept making Raso fall over, and Tony kept yelling that she deserved a yellow, no one was happy.
When your Ma hurt herself in the 35th minute, the teams huddled round their coaches as your Ma was getting treatment, you made grabby hands for your Mum, but she didn’t hold you like normal in team huddles, she just brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, before turning back to listen to Tony, you huffed and looked at Sam whose brows furrowed which made you laugh and you seemed to forget about being mad at your Mum.
During half time your Mum did hold you briefly before you got too squirmy, so she put you down and you ran around the locker room, no one minded though and some secretly hoped that it might mean you would sleep during the second half, considering how antsy and moody you were getting.
You did sleep briefly in the second half falling asleep promptly after Steph scored her penalty however you were woken up by fans yelling at the ref saying, “that’s a foul” “give her a yellow” and some fans booing. You saw that the ref was talking to your Ma, you quickly realised that the fans were booing her, you didn’t like that, she was just doing her job. A tear fell out of your eye, and you quickly buried your head back into Sam’s chest, who realised you were upset due to the ever growing wet patch forming on her chest, so she wrapped a spare puffer jacket around you pulling the hood up so it covered your head, and hugged you tightly, her comfort and your new found safety from the outside world caused you too drift off again.
When you woke back up, you cautiously peered out of your safety bubble and were meet with a warm smile from Sam, you then turned your head towards the field, where the Ireland and Australia players were too similar of a colour for your sleepy eyes. Most of the yellow Matilda’s jerseys had smears of green all over them, you know it’s from the grass which makes you feel icky again as it meant they had been tackled lots. There wasn’t really anything exciting happening, so you decided to go back to sleep.
You had started to wake up again when you felt two hands at your sides, before you were swiftly picked up and placed on the hip of your Mum, she kept the jumper wrapped around you but peered into the hood and she was meet with your little face smiling sleepily at her. “Want to see Ma?” you nodded eagerly.
“Where is my little Munchkin,” you Ma said before she pulled your head down, “there she is” she exclaimed causing you to let out a cute giggle. You get told to smile, while your Mum’s pose for a photo before you are put down, you make your way over to Harper and you both bear hug each other causing you both to fall to the ground before you are in fits of laughter.
“Toddlers are really just like mini drunk people” Mini chuckles.
“Definitely,” your Mum replies.
“She looks happy now, I’m glad” Sam says as she joined the three women, gaining a confused look from your Mums, “She was crying, that’s why she had the puffer around her, I didn’t want any fans or the media capturing it, I thought that would be unfair. I think its probably because it’s the first time she has watched you play against each other, and some of the fans were booing you McCabe.”
“Oh okay, we’ll have a talk with her later.” Your Ma says before kissing your Mum, causing you and Harper to simultaneous whine out “ewwww”.
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List 2: 70 and 73 with McCabe❤️
70 - I like that about you
73 - you do have a stupid face
Stupid Face - Katie McCabe
“I’ll trade you my orange slices for your cookie,” Y/N held her plate out with the orange slices to the group of young kids around her, “come on, they’re super strict during season, I gotta sneak all the extra snacks I can.”
The girls all giggled, but adamantly shook their heads about making a trade. Y/N sighed and made a show of begrudgingly eating her orange slices. She bit into one, leaving the peel to cover her teeth and made funny faces to the group, “you guys missed out.”
Katie watched across the lunchroom while Y/N kept her group entertained. She wasn’t having any of the same luck, all the girls in her group didn’t seem to like her, they swarmed to Caitlin.
The Arsenal team was having an event with one of the underprivileged after school programs in the area. They were hosting girls and gender diverse people of all ages for the day. The players paired up and were in groups with the kids, leading them through drills on the pitch. They had already done a morning session and were currently having lunch, before getting to go back out for a scrimmage with the players for the afternoon.
Katie thought she was good with kids, but apparently not so much. She sighed as she looked around the room, noticing all the other players seemed to be getting on great in their groups. Y/Ns all seemed to be hanging off her every word and action. As soon as she stood up to put her tray away, everyone at her table scrambled to put theirs away too.
Y/N called attention to the rest of the room, informing everyone they would be starting back on the pitch in fifteen minutes, asking everyone to clean up behind them before making their way outside.
The youth all followed her direction, putting their garbage where it belonged and tucked their chairs in before leaving the cafeteria.
Everyone was directed around the pitch for a warmup before they would start a few mini scrimmage games against all the players.
Y/N wandered around with an armful of different colour pinnies, distributing them at random to everyone on the pitch.
The field was split into four sections, each section would have a scrimmage on it, winning team would stay, while the losing team would move to another pitch. Y/N sent an Arsenal player with each colour pinnie to separate pitch to help sort the teams.
Calling everyone to the centre, Y/N explained what the rotation would be and that everyone would need to stay with their team colour for the afternoon, “now, the first team to have their whole team together, gets to start the first game with three goals! Go!”
All the youth took off in search of their respective colour, the Arsenal players each calling for their team to find them. It was chaos while all the kids frantically searched for the right colour pinnies.
Thankfully Katie wouldn’t oversee a team, she would be helping with a few other players to ref the games and help rotate everyone around the pitch.
As the last few youths found their team, they all started yelling that they won, a few cheering victoriously before Y/N had a chance to announce who had actually won.
Y/N pretended to look like she was thinking about it for a minute, looking at each team. “I don’t know, that was pretty close. Katie, who do you think won?”
Katie blushed at being the centre of attention, she normally didn’t mind it, but after having such a rotten morning with the kids, she didn’t want to make it worse by choosing the wrong team.
“You’re having a really good hair day Y/N!” Caitlin called, trying to encourage her team being chosen.
“Y/N I think every day is a good hair day for you,” Leah called from the pitch over, sticking her tongue out at the Aussie in rebuttal.
Y/N laughed and listened while the Arsenal players all called out compliments to her, some of the youth joining in as well.
“You have a great face!” was called from one of the youngest kids.
“I do have a great face! Thank you!” Y/N called back, “red team with the win!”
The team with red pinnies jumped up and down, celebrating the small win.
The Arsenal players that were acting as refs for the games called their pitches together to get the games started.
Y/N wandered over to where Katie was talking to one of the youths and both seemed to be upset.
“I don’t like you and your stupid face!” the girl shouted at the brunette before turning to storm towards Y/N.
Y/N intercepted her to see what happened. The girl explained Katie had sent her to sit on the sideline for being too rough with another younger player. Y/N school her features to not laugh at the irony of Katie telling someone they were too rough.
“We’re all here to have fun today kiddo. Katie wasn’t saying you’re done for the day just that sometimes players need a minute to cool off, so they play better,” Y/N knelt to be the same height, waiting for the girl to nod, “alright, why don’t you go sit with your team for a bit and when you’re ready you can play again.”
The girl gave Y/N a small nod. Y/N smiled and walked her over to where the rest of her team was, “how about after the games are done, we go give Katie an apology for yelling at her?”
She seemed to think about it for a second but gave Y/N a small nod.
“Good choice,” Y/N gave her a high five and the left the team to it.
“She’s right you know,” Katie gave her a strange look as they cleaned up the pitch at the end of the day, “you do have a stupid face.”
Katie rolled her eyes. She knocked the cones out of Y/N’s hands and went to pounce on her, but Y/N took off before she could.
“You didn’t let me finish!” she called over her shoulder.
Katie caught up to her and scooping her up and jokingly throwing her to the ground. Y/n wriggled around until she was on top.
“I was going to say you do have a stupid face,” she pinched both of Katies cheeks, “but I like that about you.”
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Can you make a veneer x reader where reader is supposedly assistant but actually a super famous model/popstar? Velvet and Veneer only realize that their assistant was no ordinary person, (Veneer notices it first) but a celebrity more popular than them (Velvet only realizes when they go to reader's concert that Veneer begged Velvet to go with him) :3 (also reader took the job because they wanted to try having "a normal job" for once and for the possibility of making friends with other popstars) and can we choose our stage names ourselves?
my first request, thank u!!! i love this plot omg…, absolutely >o<
F/S/N : first stage name
L/S/N : last stage name
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• falling for fame •
veneer x FEM!reader
• one shot
• fluff
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫ .・。
“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”
you closed the door to their dressing room and
dashed down the hall. you had just finished helping
Velvet and Veneer get un-ready from their
performance, which was absolutely spectacular.
every time you watch them perform you’re taken
away by how they control an audience and how their
aura beams across the room. being their assistant ,
you kind of have to say things like that for appeal, but
you really meant it 99% of the time.
the other the majority of that percentage was from
what you took by watching Venner, though.
whenever you watched him dance and sing and
seem so relaxed, you can’t help but feel the urge to
start moving too.
maybe he was your inspiration when you decided to become your own star.
now out of the building, you hurried down a small
trail behind the overly large structure which led to an
underground neighbourhood that was lightened up
by old bulbs hanging from trees and cheap
streetlights. this place didn’t really have any
meaning , well, of course until you showed up.
you had finally made it to another building , where
you dragged yourself to your own dressing room.
after running up many stairs, you let your huge work
tote bag down and started undressing, throwing your
robe on as you waited for someone.
knock knock
there she was.
“come in,” you called and the door opened. Georgia,
your own assistant , came through holding clothes in
her arms and lots of small bags. she smiles brightly
at you.
“oh, y/n, thank goodness. i almost thought you
ditched on all of us.” she jokes, putting the outfit
down on your mini sofa beside your vanity which you
sat at. Georgia was a sweet woman, who was a
mother to a small boy, Finn, you had met one or
twice. she was a dream assistant to anyone who
wanted one that didn’t bark or bitch.
“i would never abandon you, Gia. the siblings were
busy today, Velvet wanted extra touch ups and such.”
you explained while Georgia set up curling irons and
laid out makeup brushes. you seen her smile slyly at
you.
“oh, really? it wasn’t because you got caught up
staring holes in the back of her brothers head? huh,
how strange.” she teased you, and you fought back a
huge smile that threatened to take up your whole
face.
“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you
murmur, trying to hide the embarrassment in your
voice, but obviously failing.
you sort of wished Veneer would show up, if only he
knew. you weren’t sure WHY he didn’t know,
Velvet either, considering you were popular enough
for plenty of people to know about.
you tried to shrug it off, but you still felt weird about
it. you guessed they had better things to worry
about, that wasn’t you.
( performance ref pictures for anyone that wants them, if not then imagine to your hearts content )
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Meanwhile…
“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”
you closed the door, and Veneer bit the inside of his
cheek.
“i wonder where she goes after her shifts.” he
wonders out loud, crossing his arms. Velvet looks at
him like he said something out of pocket, and she
scoffed.
“hm, well, i don’t really give a shit. she can do what
she wants, can’t she?” she said in a snarky tone,
gathering her things together and throwing her now
free hair into a loose ponytail. you did an amazing job
with being able to get all of the product out of their
hair , and Veneer only noticed how flawless it was
now.
Velvet headed towards the door and looked back at
Veneer.
“i’m heading home, Ven. you following ?” she asked,
raising an eyebrow. Veneer was still staring at the
door from when you walked out, but he looked at
Velvet and smiled.
“yeah, eventually. go on, i’ll get a ride later.” he
replied. Velvet kind of gave a side eye to a fake
camera and shrugged. “mkay.. ciao.” she closed the
door on her way out.
Veneer waited a second. two. three.
he scrambled, threw on a pullover hoodie and bolted
out the door, following after you.
he panicked half the time, hoping that he looked like
a janitor on his way home from his shift , and frankly
he did. he followed you out of the building and down
the strange path that he didn’t even knew existed,
but he tried not to question it.
he made sure not to get too close , but also not too
far away, not because he was afraid of losing sight of
you, but also to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.
now he saw what he walked into, a beautiful
underground neighborhood that almost looked like a
child’s dream treehouse. he was so taken aback that
he lost sight of you and began to panic. you
vanished in thin air, and he almost turned around to
run. but then he started hearing music, from a stage
from the middle of the grounds.
“what…” he whispered. he began walking towards it.
it took him a few minutes to get there, and when he
did, loads of people started flooding the ground, and
he became afraid of people recognizing him. he
pulled the hood further up but made sure to keep his
eyes on the stage. but it just got worse from there.
he could’ve swore the ENTIRE neighborhood was
flooded with people; 3x the crowd that Veneer and
Velvet get. Veneer began to over think.
‘Vel wouldn’t be happy about this…’ he thought to
himself, and he was about to leave again, when all
the lights on stage went off. people began cheering
and screaming as the sound of footsteps tapped on
the stage. the lights came back on, and Veneer seen
a tall lady standing at the front of the stage in a suit
holding a microphone
“you’ve all been waiting long enough! please welcome our loved, F/S/N L/S/N to the stage!”
more cheering commenced and Veneer was getting
confused. he certainly didn’t know that name. that
was until the lady left the stage and someone else
took the lead behind her.
Veneer froze.
“oh my god.” he said out loud. you appeared at the
front of the stage, backup dancers behind you. you
posed with confidence and gazed the crowd like you
owned it. he stood and stared like that’s what he was
born to do.
it was a magnificent performance.
As much as he adored Velvet and everything
she did was better than what anyone else
could do, he couldn’t say the same thing
right now.
he gazed and was lost in a trance; at the
way you danced, sung like you were holding
in a voice of gold since you were born and
controlled the audience with every striking
belt. this was probably the best show
Veneer has ever seen, and his heart
squeezed, wondering how this girl he swore
he knew ended up being someone
completely different.
after your performance, Veneer felt as if something
apart of him bloomed. that was all he needed to see
to feel complete. his supposedly normal assistant
was actually a pop star that he casually never knew
about ?
he wanted to go see you. he wanted to run backstage
and ask a million questions, but he knew he couldn’t.
not right now. instead, he ran off somewhere where
people weren’t and pulled out his phone and dialled
Velvet. she picked up after a few rings.
“what Veneer.”
“hi sis, uhm, were you AWARE that y/n, our
ASSISTANT, is a pop star???”
there was silence.
“…what the hell are you talking about? also where are
you??”
“listen, vel, i….i followed y/n here. i was curious of
her outside life and i accidentally discovered that
she’s super famous , and i kid you not that she’s
almost as famous as WE ARE. i’m bringing you here
tomorrow.”
“uhm. sure.” she sounded unsure.
“okay. i’m coming home.” he hung up and looked at
the stage one last time before leaving.
the next day…
after a long day of Veneer struggling to hide the face
that he knew about your “secret” , the time finally
came for Veneer to bring Velvet to your show. he
stood anxiously in their dressing room, picking at his
hands and clearing his throat repetitively. Velvet
noticed this as she was packing her things.
“uhm, what’s up with that? you’re the one that
wanted to bring me to her in the first place.” she
questioned, putting a hand on her hip as she
examined her brothers anxious gestures.
Veneer looked at her and suddenly stopped, running
his fingers through his hair.
“i-i don’t know what you’re talking about. let’s go?”
he tried to change the conversation. Velvet would’ve
protested but she kind of wanted to get this over
with, but of course she had to throw in a remark.
“you like her.”
Veneers heart pumped furiously as the thought was
put in his head.
“no. well.. no! velvet.” he became embarrassed by her
comment and suddenly wanted to disappear. she
laughed.
“you’re really bad at hiding your feelings. i’m your
sister, i would know.” she smirked and opened the
door. “move it.”
he shook his head and went out the door, Velvet
closing it behind him.
Veneer guided his sister to the underground tunnel-
ish place and she grimaced with her voice.
“oh my god, it’s like, damp in here. ew.” she
complained, pulling at the sweater that she wore.
Veneer wasn’t really listening. he was eagerly looking
around, wondering if he would spot you out and
about, hoping to have a conversation before you
performed.
they made themselves to the pit of the arena,
ushering off to the side so people wouldn’t look at them.
“it’s off putting that no one has noticed us yet.
almost upsetting,” Velvet said.
“maybe it’s the fact we don’t have three tubs of gel in
our hair right now?” Veneer replied, not meaning to
sound like a hard-ass but coming off as it anyway.
Velvet scoffed. “shut it.”
that’s when the people started flooding in, and
Velvets face went shocked.
“holy shit,” she whispered , looking around
frantically.
“there’s no way this is for y/n. she has ten times more
people than we do! ugh!” she became upset and
veneer blew air in his cheeks.
“that’s..what i told you.” he whispered to himself and
looked to the stage.
when the hundreds of people finally stopped coming,
Veneer knew this was the time. he could barely wait.
he was basically shaking in his boots, eager to see
you. to see you dance and steal the shine of the
stars. he couldn’t help but see you as the moon.
then, the lights went off,and Veneer nearly shrieked.
he felt like a fanboy to his own assistant; and he
didn’t know how to feel about that.
the announcer came on again, and that’s when the
lights came back on and he could see you, there,
with a gorgeous outfit and stunning makeup that
made you seem intimidating. he could’ve cried at
how beautiful you were, his heart throbbed in his
chest as he just wanted to climb on stage and join
you; steal your own show but make you the main
attraction.
Veneer was getting caught up with his thoughts the
entire performance, and the look on his sister’s face
was priceless. he couldn’t really tell if it was jealousy,
admiration or a combination of both. but in this
moment, he didn’t care what she thought , all he
wanted to do was watch and admire you.
there was a split moment when you were near the
edge of the stage, singing effortlessly like you always
do, and made direct eye contact with veneer.
the whole world stopped for both of you. Veneer was
lost in your eyes, you were clueless of why he was
here, but that butterfly feeling started in the pit of
your chest. you kept singing , didn’t miss a single
word, and carried on.
Veneer felt his face flush as he continued to stare like
a fool.
after another ground breaking performance, the
applause roared across the entire plot and you gave a
bow, giving Veneer a final look and thanking
everyone in your mic. heading backstage , Veneer
held the urge to run back as well, but he looked to
Velvet.
she was already looking at him, and her expression
was…soft.
“go, Ven.” she said, motioning her head towards the
backstage entrance.
he smiled at her. “thank you vel.”
he ran to the backstage, being able to sneak past the
guards and past the red curtains.
he stopped to look around and saw you stepping off
the stage stairs. you looked at each other.
‘she’s so beautiful in the dark.’ he thought to
himself, walking towards you and your mouth parted.
“veneer,” you started, trying to get words out of your
mouth while shaking your head. “you..you knew?
how? you brought velvet ?? why…why?” so many
thoughts came blurting out and Veneer took your
hand.
“i always knew. i knew you pursued something,
you’re the type of girl to do that.” he looked at you
with kind eyes, and you swallowed with a dry mouth.
“i..” you stopped, taking a deep breath, looking away
and looking back. “thank you, for showing up. that meant more than you really know. i didn’t tell in fear of trying to out run you and Vel. i’m sorry,” you explained, a slight panic in your voice, but Veneer sealed your worries with a gentle kiss to your hand.
“let me support you y/n. i want this for both of us.”
his words had an effect on your heart and you smiled
warmly. you brought his and your hand to your heart.
“ yeah. just you and me. oh, well, Velvet too.” both of
you shared a laugh.
FLASH
a bright light came from the backstage entrance ,
and paparazzi and kid ritz stood there with shocked
expressions on their faces.
“oh.” you both said in unison.
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a/n: AHHH IDK IF THIS WAS TOO LONG OR NOT IM CHARACTER FOR VENEER HELP 😞 i apologize if this sucks lol but i had fun making it 💗 tysm for the support lately i love all of you + my dms are always open if any of u need a friend ! requests are open always unless said otherwise <3
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It's Only Up From Here (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)
A/n id just like to say, poor Cait man, girl's got a goose egg and for what? The ref to play blind person when she gets fouled again?
You'll bounce back part 4, have fun!
Sorry y'all, I'm still salty. At least she got a free hat, though... right?
Also, 18+ (teeny bit)
You'd all played your hearts out. It wasn't supposed to end this way. Everything just slipped away way too quickly.
One goal from Asllani was enough to drop the shoulders of the most energetic people on the field. Some of the team still had a fire going, but in the end, nobody could convert anything.
Sam ended up worse off than when she started, and the stubborn idiot begged Tony to keep her on. She couldn't jump to meet headers where she needed to, and no crosses were where any of you needed to send them.
The weight of the game was certainly a massive lot, but in the end, all you could feel was disbelief but also relief. Relief, the whole thing was finally over. Relief that you could go back to your club and just play without so much stress.
Plus, you only had your transfer to worry about now. Luckily enough, Arsenal quickly accepted your manager's ask to join the club.
As much as you loved playing in sweden with your family, you loved your girls and wanted to move in with them, and this was the next big step for the three of you.
Still, the weight of the loss would bare down on you all for months to come, if not the years until the next world cup began, and even then, would you still succeed like you did?
Would the country still love you all enough to support you, then?
Would you even make the team? You know you're only twenty-seven, but still, you never know.
The crowd applauds you as you move around the field. Everything just feels like it's on a flow at this point. Nothing's really registering. You thank the fans, and give away your shirt and boots to the crowd.
Walking around in shorts and a sports bra, taking photos with fans, signing gear, everything just goes in one swift motion.
Steph just looks purely exhausted as she walks around the field. Tear stained face since she can no longer fight them, the battle for the cup finally over for you all.
Caitlin just looks blank, eyes empty as she gives away her boots and shakes hands with the swedes.
You hug Magda, congratulating her on the win as she consoles you for the loss. Having known each other briefly at Chelsea, where you spent about a six month stint on loan, playing in the midfield.
You tell her to say hi to Pernille for you, and you part ways, walking over to where your team is gathering for the circle. You all watch the swedish team receive their medals, celebrating the third place win for the fourth time.
Sam is sitting on the bench, away from the group, but still aplauding the effort.
You meet her eye, and all you can see is the disappointment and what is most likely building frustration at tweaking her calf again.
You knew she didn't blame Magda for it. It was a rough game, and tensions were high, and there was no way it was intentional.
You get up from your position on the grass to go to her, slipping into the seat beside her, arm around her shoulders.
You don't say anything. There isn't really anything you can console your best friend and captain with at this point.
She just leans into you until it's time to go to back into the locker room with one final wave and the last of media duties.
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Steph and Caitlin are both pretty much going through the motions by the end of the night. You know they're hurting, and everything just feels so tense.
By the end of team dinner, they're both silent, and you can only give them small back rubs and smiles to encourage them a bit as you all process the loss. The others are slowly back to conversing normally. Some are still barely processing.
Mini is sat by Kyra and Charlie, the three doing their best to keep a happy face for Harper, to which you do wander over eventually, giving the girl a small tickle and kiss on the cheek.
You hug Mini from behind the couch she's sitting on, pressing a small kiss to her cheek as well, and pat Charlie and Kyra on the shoulders as you pull away.
You head up towards your room, wanting to call it an early night. Normally, you'd go to Caitlin and Steph's room, but Steph stayed behind with the girls, and Caitlin looked like she wanted to be alone for the night.
However, you're proven wrong when a hand grabs yours to walk you back to her room.
The moment you're in the door, her face is buried in your neck, and her hands slip under the back of your hoodie, holding you tight to her.
Your arms slip under hers, wrapping up around her shoulders, and you bury your nose into her left.
"Hey, pretty girl."
She just grunts into your neck.
You pull her away enough to have a look at her face. The bandage is still over her brow, but it's looking like a massive goose egg now and starting to bruise over her eye.
You let your hand brush her hair back.
"How's your head feel?"
"Meh, it's fine. They want me on the usual concussion watch. Hurts a little, but it's not that bad."
You smile softly, but it feels more like a grimace, so you lean up and press a light kiss to the bandage.
"Man, they were really going in on you tonight, weren't they? They should have let Mini and me fight Asllani earlier."
She cracks a smile at that
"No fighting, babe, we don't need more black eyes."
You raise a brow at her.
"You're the one telling me that?"
She chuckles a little.
"Also, you're assuming we'd lose." You playfully pout.
She pulls you down onto her lap as she steps back towards the bed.
"Pft, I know damn well you'd sit her on her ass. That doesn't mean you need to, though. I also didn't mention who would get a black eye in that scenario."
You giggle and lean down, careful not to bump her head and kiss her softly. Her hands slip up underneath the back of your t-shirt, and you sigh when she caresses your lower back.
One of her hands trails down and slips underneath the waistband of your sports sweats and gently squeezes your ass.
You huff against her, smacking her arm lightly as she gets a cheeky smirk on her face the moment you pull away.
"What? Not even one for the shiner?"
You chuckle, poking her in the sternum.
"No baby, besides, no strenuous activity on concussion watch."
"Who said I was the one cumming later?"
She wiggles her eyebrows but winces slightly after. You just shake your head lightly.
"My point exactly, you won't stop at just one. Also, stop moving your brows. You know it doesn't help."
Caitlin just looks up at you again with a mischievous twinkle.
"Kiss me better?"
You roll your eyes at her, but lean down to take her lips with your own anyway.
Her hands move from under your shirt at the back to the front, scratching gently down your stomach. You shiver but stand your ground, keeping the kiss light.
You know you're a gonner the moment she runs her tongue along your bottom lip.
You both pull away for a second, and her lips trail down your throat and your eyes close at the contact. Her teeth nip at your collarbone, and your hands settle on her shoulders as hers slip further up your shirt and under your sports bra.
"Jesus, baby, if we get caught again, this one's on you." You're panting along side the words.
Your hips rock softly against her, and the smug look in her eyes tells you she really doesn't care about being caught.
She tugs at your shirt and pulls it over your head, letting her hand dip below your pants waistband. Her head dips lower to press kisses across the top of your chest, just above the elastic.
Right as her fingertips slip below the band of your sports boxers, the door opens behind you both, making you jump slightly.
Caitlin quickly tosses you beneath her, shielding you from view with a small curse.
When you both realise it's only Steph, you relax.
"Hey, sweetheart."
She raises a brow at the two of you, shutting the door behind her. You stand up to meet her with a small peck to the lips, but her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes.
"Hey, pretty girl."
Your hands rub her arms softly, a small frown taking your features as you watch her. She's exhausted and looks just about torn down completely.
"How you feeling?"
"Still just kind of processing, same as the others, though."
A small sigh leaves her lips as she leaves one last peck to yours before stepping past you to see Caitlin.
She kisses the striker softly, murmuring asking about her head.
"Doing fine, babe, usual concussion watch. She's pretty, though, ain't she?"
Steph chuckles softly at her and presses a kiss to the bandage as well, and plops down onto the bed face down.
You and Caitlin exchange looks, and you urge Steph up the bed, but she just grumbles softly, legs still hanging over the edge.
"Baby, C'mon, you gotta move, or it's really gonna hurt tomorrow."
She says something, but it's just muffled as she's buried face first into the bed.
Caitlin sighs, brushing Steph's hair to the side as she turns her head.
"It's gonna hurt anyways." It's said a soft whine, but you know what she means when she says it.
You sit on the other side of her and rub her back gently.
"I know, baby, but you have to at least give yourself a decent night's rest, okay?"
She grunts, shuffling up the bed but doesn't move from her face-down splat position.
A loving half smile encompasses Caitlin's lips, and she scoots along the bed to sit up against the headrest, lifting Steph's arm to rest over her legs, and she rubs it gently.
You do the same, knowing you have to stay up to make sure Caitlin can complete her concussion checks every few hours, setting your phone alarm to wake you up if you drift off, knowing you can turn the alarm off beforehand if you're still awake.
Steph squeezes both your thighs softly, but does manage to turn onto her side to rest her head on your lap, arm draped over your legs.
Caitlin shoves a pillow behind her head and quickly drifts off, and you lean her slightly more inwards to not let her fall off the bed.
Your hand combs through Steph's hair, scratching lightly at her scalp as you scroll through your phone.
Various messages of encouragement, and others saying thanks. Thank you to the Matildas. Thank you to the family you're a part of. Describing your team's efforts as heroic and forever in commemoration as they dedicate their cheers to the team.
You can only thank whatever deity above brought this country to love you all like they do.
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Throughout the night, Caitlin's concussion checks go without issue. Though she does get a little grumpy after the fifth time and then almost doesn't bother answering you the sixth.
By the seventh and final check, she just shoves you grumpily before you quietly flick her and remind her she's only putting her own health at risk here and that you just wont let her sleep at all as that's the only other procedure.
You finally get her to answer the questions at that.
Steph, somehow, it's a miracle, honestly, stays asleep throughout this whole debacle, and you magically stay awake until 7am where the trainer's come knocking to collect Caitlin, and to let you sleep for a few hours before you have to be up for the ceremony.
Steph latches back onto you the moment you settle in the bed, and she lets you sleep for another half hour after she's woken up.
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After the whole presentation and Steph and the rest of you are pleasantly surprised by her favourite song's artist, Nikki Webster, you're all exhausted and ready to crash again.
Tony allows the day to rest and relax off the game before an early morning recovery session the next day.
You spend it curled up with your favourite girls, Caitlin now safely away from any concussion worries.
You end up waking in the late afternoon from your long nap. Steph is seated beside you on her phone, hand rubbing circles in your back.
Caitlin is in the bathroom showering.
"Hey you."
You hum softly, stretching out slightly before relaxing back into matress below you.
"Afternoon, I assume?"
"Yeah, you didn't sleep too long, it's only been about five hours."
"Mmkay, did Mini stop by at all?"
"Yeah, she was looking for you since you didn't return to the room with her last night. She figured you'd be here. She said if you woke up within a few hours, she'd be downstairs in the rec room with Harper and the girls."
"Oky." You kind of half process it in your sleepy state, nuzzling your nose into the side of Steph's leg. She only looks on amused around her phone at you.
"You gonna go down?"
You make a half committed answer, shrugging lightly, just cuddling into her leg further. Her hand scratches at the back of your neck lightly.
Steph just sighs, knowing you won't sleep later but doesn't have it in her to wake you when you dose off again.
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With the next days passing by, final preparations are made to pack up camp and to go back to your respective clubs before the next one.
You all take the time to grieve the loss, and you even manage to break through to Sam a little, catching her alone and having a sit down conversation with her about everything.
She let's you know the next day how thankful she is for your little shoves over the last few days and getting her walls to come down.
You just remind her that that's what best friends are for.
Steph and Caitlin come to terms with it on their own, and you make sure you're there to wipe away any tears.
You'd already made your peace, ready to start the next chapter with your loves and ready to move on to the Olympic qualifiers.
You hope with all your heart that you can fight harder and go all the way this time.
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Sorry, this one is a little lacking, guys. I swear I was trying to find a way to end it without cutting it short, but it kind of carries on towards the end. Again, apologies for that.
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Mary Earps x Reader
Flatmates & Handshakes
Part of the Beth McCarthy mini song series
Friendship Bracelet
I'm not bitter
I'm happy you're happy, it's just
I loved you first
And it's not like it was easy
But we had each other
Now you have another
And I hate it, I hate it
So go ahead and burn my friendship bracelet
Your eyes were locked in, eyebrows furrowed and squinting slightly to assert dominance as you sauntered up to the penalty spot opposite Mary. She had that dirty smirk on her face that she does when she’s trying to intimidate people but that doesn’t work on you - she knew that so you wondered why she’s even trying! You’d been friends for years and became roommates after you both joined Man U but since moving to Barcelona, you’re now on the opposite side of the field. As the ref tried to sort out a ruckus between the players behind, you cemented the spot as yours. Nobody knows you like Mary.. but nobody knows Mary like you either. Endless days of practicing penalties against her probably makes her think she can read you like a book. But you know her tactics too; how she reads body language and positioning, studies every member of a team before a game and has player stats on her water bottle. You noticed she didn’t check it for you though, clearly thinking she had this one in the bag. Since leaving the country for Spain you hadn’t kept in contact at all, she’d unfollowed you on social media and blocked your number. It’s sad but it’s not your fault, she’s the one that ruined the friendship.
From teenagers you’d grown into women together, spending nights holding each other’s hair back over a toilet is where your friendship blossomed after your under 19 games. She was a liability but she was your liability and equally you were hers - always taking it in turns to be the sensible one. As you grew up, both of you realised you wanted to take football more seriously and those nights became few and far between… probably for the best really! Your late nights turned into bleary eyed car rides and sitting on the boot analysing the stars. Sometimes you would catch yourself missing it when you were driving home in the dark by yourself, wondering if she looks at the stars and thinks of you too. Those were the days when days were simple. You had plans to grow old together in the same care home causing havoc everyday but moving in together you soon realised you weren’t compatible as roommates. Well.. it wasn’t Mary that was the problem, she was your platonic soulmate, it was her boyfriend that caused the breakdown in your friendship. Mary’s boyfriend took great offence to the different people you bought home most weekends, he didn’t want Mary around that and for someone who never had a problem with it, she soon took his side over yours. You were young and single, what else was there to do? She used to be like that too until she wanted something better.
You’re not bitter, you just hate the way things were left. It was a huge row fuelled by her boyfriend being home one night when you bought yet another person back to the flat. He lit the spark, making one simple comment then sat back and watched Mary implode; throwing you out along with all of your belongings in the middle of the night. Ripping her friendship bracelet off like you would a wedding ring and throwing it as she slammed the door in your face. Luckily, that’s when Barca approached and just in time to get you out of the WSL and out of the country.
Unfortunately for you though Man U had qualified for the Champion’s League this season which meant playing them and her in the quarter final. There’s nothing you would have loved more than to be benched for this game but you’d really come on leaps and bounds since being at Barca. They’d developed your game into something you could have only dreamed about when you were little and was now a firm starter on the team. Unluckily for Mary, you were their star penalty taker too.
After one misplaced and badly timed tackle caused Geyse to fall to the floor inside the box, a penalty was immediately awarded. The score was currently 1-1 and with not a lot of time left on the clock, this was your time to shine. Mary had the longest clean sheet streak in the WSL and was only a few games away from making women’s football history. You know how much keeping her clean sheet means to her which meant you had to break it. There’s nothing you want more than to rip her streak away from her and rub that smug look off of her face.
You knew she would never expect you to shoot with your left foot, but that’s just one skill you’d picked up in Spain that she didn’t know about yet. Yeah, it’s your weaker foot but it’s your highest chance of getting it past the best goalie in the world - as much as you hated her winning that award, you knew she deserved it. The ref’s whistle hurtled through your ears as you started your run up. Making sure you didn’t give her any inkling of what way you were going until the last possible second. Watching her dive left as you shot right -
GOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!!
Not waiting for the ball to hit the back of the net you ran to the fans, knee sliding into the corner as you were bundled from behind by your teammates. One by one the bodies plucked themselves from you just as they were replaying the goal on the big screen. Looking up to see Mary’s pissed off face projected onto it made you the happiest you’d been in ages, revenge certainly feels sweet!
Confidently taking your time strolling to the middle of the pitch to restart, nothing could wipe the happy little smirk off your face. Touching the ball a few times before the final whistle blew and cementing your team into the championship final. Shaking hands with your old teammates who passed you and chatting to the few who stopped to catch up, you didn’t see Mary approach from behind. Gloved hands grabbed your shoulders and turned your body around to face her, “when did you learn to shoot with your left foot?” her voice sounding annoyed and a little impressed at the same time. “Few months ago, been saving it for a special occasion” you shrugged, not knowing what the reaction would be to your response. “Oh and you thought ruining my streak was a special occasion aih?” her voice animated as she nudged your ribs. “It was the only way I’d get it past the best goalie in the world” a hint of sarcasm in your sentence raised a small one sided smile from your ex best friend. “If anyone was going to ruin it, I’m glad it was you” taking your hand in hers and pulling your chests into each other. Disentangling your limbs you sensed a slight glimmer in both your eyes, wondering if the other remembered your old handshake. A few seconds passed as the situation was assessed by both of you before bursting into amateur dramatics and performing the handshake that was created on your 17th birthday.
Laughing together in the middle of the pitch you stopped suddenly, tilting your head to one side and sighing. “I’ve missed you” taking the first step of admitting the truth about the estranged friendship. Throwing her arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the dugouts, “me too, we’ve got lots to catch up on” Mary smiled disappearing up the tunnel together, loud giggling echoing off the metal walls.
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" I'll see you in Hell." (Click for better quality)
Hyperlaser headcannons under the cut as a special treat..
The blue section beside his visor are a bunch of cameras that send signals to the electronics inside the helmet that connect to his brain through the plate and wires at the back of his head so he can see around himself in a 360° range
His antenna do move up and down like ears. No I will not clarify
^ this also isn't a useless function- in his incident he also lost most of his hearing, so the antenna act like hearing aids of sorts, them being able to move around just help with it.
With the nature of his job, it also becomes very important that if he gets lost or... passes away on a job, he can be tracked and found. The helmet and gloves both have these functions added into them.
^ he is afraid of any kind of.. tampering with this and his cameras, though.
I like to think he also isnt fully blind without his helmet? He can see the difference of drastic light and dark and a few shadows, but it's tough to make out any shapes.
He absolutely went to Katana's place one time and painted a mug over there. He came back to BlackRock with a Princess mug and no one knows where he got it from
His gloves are made to trap cold to consistently soothe his burn scars, as they do tend to act up quite a lot
speaking of his gloves, he has a keyboard and hologram tabs he can open... IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT ITS ON THE REF
the back of his helmet plates open up to show the outer cables that connect to his head!
His tail is a prosthetic, in the back mini ref you can see the attachment portion and in the full ref you can see the cross-section! It uses magnets and the willpower of science in the future to connect somewhat normally
yes his tail can move naturally too, he probably can't swim with it pretty well
Tempted to make all the blue stuff cooling liquid!! So it flows through most of his mechanics and he doesnt overheat like a bio
(Also yes if you can see those mini pages they are heavily inspired by @someduckwithagun's newspaper series thingy!!! I just found it so silly and. I had to...)
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Tips For Vtubers
Howdy there, I’m Liv and I’m a vtuber much like you, but I’ve been here the whole time so I’m here to compile stuff for you to help make your transition less scary.
To start, here’s is a post with a lot of tips for general tumblr use and here’s one for giving your blog a custom theme.
Beyond that here’s other things that aren’t mentioned but are gonna be relevant for you:
If you’re coming back to tumblr know that you can’t follow from your sideblog, if you want to follow back it will be from your main, as will your likes, replies, asks. Decide what to do with this information now before you settle into a blog.
Fully explore the settings, there's a ton of stuff hiding in there. AND do it on PC at least once, some stuff is not in the app.
Blogs have individual block lists, no idk why either. So if you want someone banned from everything you need to do that manually.
Also enable tumblr Labs! It’s got reblog graphs which are rad (my beloved orbs) And alternate dashboards, the Blog Subscriptions one is my fave because it means all you have to do is turn on notifications to get all your fave guys in one dashboard.
Contrary to popular belief there is still a porn and adult content community here, if you want to get anywhere near them you have to have age in bio or they’ll smite you. EDIT: I posted more about how to navigate lewdposting here.
Tiktok embeds don't play nice with tumblr for some reason, if you also do tiktok then just reupload your videos and link your account there underneath.
The link post type will show up for your followers but there’s a chance it won’t show up in any tags, so don’t do going live posts like that.
BUT you can straight up embed your stream into your posts! As long as you're using the New Post Editor you should see this menu:
Click the video camera, link to your twitch and bam. There it is. You can also do this with the video post type! If you're ever worried about your post format getting bonked just go through the tags and see what posts that DO make it are doing. Together we can overcome spaghetti code.
General "tumblr culture" is to not comment on posts but its not one thats set in stone, your fellow small vtuber account is probably dying for interaction so comment on posts! scream in the tags! send funny asks! Getting interaction right now is going to be a big comfort during a weird time.
Oh yeah we have ask boxes built in, no marshmallow needed.
ALSO we have pinned posts just like twitter, but as long as you want! Put your ref & socials & art tag (yes you can keep your fanart tags) & your minors DNI & a picture of your cat if you want.
OH I do suggest picking out tags for your personal content if you plan to also do reblogging, makes it easy for newcomers to find what you're doing.
#vtuber and #indie vtuber are full of fanart for the big guys. If you wanna find each other use #vtuber uprising
Okay this post is getting so long but final tip: check out custom pages. They're on the custom theme menu and they're basically mini webpages on your blog that can have their own coding. You can do Literally Whatever. Lore! Credit page! Ref sheets! I once put a choose your own adventure where you navigated by clicking specific parts of a picture on tumblr pages. I Mean Anything.
That's all for now, please add other tips if you want. And please reblog! Not just this post but other peoples too! This will all be way less of a drag if we can find each other. 💖
EDIT: One more thing, lolisho shit Does Not Fly here. They are some of the only tags that tumblr has actually shadowbanned and there is a reporting criteria for it to get taken down. It also doesn't fly on my blog! Begone!!
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Just saw your pinned post and I am begging you I need more. I am a sucker for magical warrior (my gender neutral term for magical girl) AU's. And seeing as the warriors will be hotguy and cuteguy is making me just Squeal with excitement/joy. Now for some questions.
1) Are Grian and Scar's Warrior names actually cuteguy and hotguy because that would be awesome.
2) Can I expect the stereotypical, hotguy, and cuteguy looks for their magical armor/outfit
3) What are their weapons and magical abilities (exa. Can grian summon wings to fly. Is Scars weapon a boy and dose he get unlimited arrows.
4) You know, those like mini bosses. The ones who are in charge of collecting bad energy or whatever in magical warrior shows the. ones who make the things the warriors fight. Is Pearl and those other two whom I don't remember the name of going to become such people.
im glad people like it! that makes me very happy :D I have a google doc with the story planned out, hopefully I can get around to finishing it. here are your answers :
I haven't thought abt giving them magical names, but scar does scream hotguy when he shoots his bow (like a fancy finisher move)
since I cant stick to one design, I am considering a new design per chapter sort of deal. most likely each design will be a ref to something else
my current idea is that their powers change along with their outfits, but the one constant is scar has long range weapons and grian has short range weapons (an excuse to potentially give scar a gun and grian boxing gloves, I just think thats funny)
just pearl is spreading the corruption (muahahhahaha), everyone else around her is too head empty to realize something is up with her not-a-dog
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BIG OL' UPDATE!
Hello everybody, you all know how sporadic posts have been on here, but I have been working pretty hard on updating a few things...So here's a few to keep in mind!
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PAC AU LORE CARRD!
Pac Alternative lore website is still being worked! The plan at first was to make a Toy-house World section to stuff in information regrading the AU, but It was met with some... technical difficulties. ( I underestimated how complex HTML can be.) Which is why the Toy-house update was taking a bit longer than it should have.
But luckily, I discovered last second I can just make a carrd. site with all the info people need to Start with LOL. Progress has been moving very smoothly. There's of course a lot of work to do, but what we have so far is looking pretty good.
You guys deserve a preview...
This is subject to change at any period of time but it's a start!
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UPDATING CHARACTER REFS
To put it bluntly, the character references from last year don't hold up all too well now. Call it perfectionism or stubbornness, but after taking the time to look back on my methods of doing them, I wanted to handle it in a different approach.
Each of the refs going forward are going to be a bit more complex so I can have an easier time drawing outfits for the characters and understanding how to draw their body types as a whole. Think dress-up dolls as in ( under-garments, main and casual outfit). Not EVERY character will have this, but the ones I will be drawing the most, most definitely will.
I'm already learning a ton from this way of doing them, It is going to take me a longer time showing the cast to you all. But I am happy to say that the Pac-people are ALMOST completed! I can't wait to show them off, but you are more likely to see them early on Toyhouse..,
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COMIC UPDATE?
The comic writing wise is still in it's early stages...! After the site is completed I will be more motivated to get chapters 1+2+3 all written out by this or next year so I can finally start drawing out the main story! For now, though, mini comics will be more often to come out.
Sorry for this part of the update in particular taking a bit to get running, but the previous updates above are what I am the most focused on right now.
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ANDDDDD That is all for now! Thank-you to those who have kept interested in this project of mine and keeping me motivated.
Until next time folks!
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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”
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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.
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“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?”
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so i think a lot abt this and the one reader i think could execute it greatly is u so could i get a owen power x female reader where they both are really big leafs fans (cause mississauga) so they go to a game together for a nice date night and it’s all cute. i seriously think going to a game with o would be the best. ty!
HOCKEY GIRL
whoever sent this in, i love you (this was sent in like last year... i know, i have a problem).
as much as owen loved playing hockey, he loved watching it even more. and even more so, he loved watching it with you.
it would have been a sin to the city of toronto if you weren't a leafs fan. your family were big hockey watchers, so you were always dragged to hockey games and had grown to love the sport.
so, a love of hockey was something you and owen shared. and with the sabres not clinching the playoffs, you and owen flew home to spend the off-season with family and couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch a leafs game.
before you even got into scotiabank, there was a mini meet-and-greet with little kids who recognized owen (who wouldn't?). after taking the pictures, he quickly put on a hat, hoping it would help him blend in but being as tall as he was, you knew it probably wouldn't work.
when you finally got inside, you split up to get snacks and drinks. while you got drinks, he would get snacks. you were surprised when you got to your seats to find owen not there already. the line for drinks was pretty long, so you expected him to get there sooner than you.
while you waited, you took in the atmosphere. while you loved the sabres and loved being in buffalo, nothing would ever hit the way scotiabank did.
when owen finally showed up, he looked flustered and disheveled, "whoa, you okay?" you chuckled, taking a sip of your drink as he sat down and let out a big sigh in relief.
"this hat isn't working." he sighed, "i got recognized and roped into taking like a million pictures."
"you can say no, you know." you reminded him.
"yeah, but they are all kids." you smiled at that, handing him his drink and chuckling when he took a big gulp.
you could hear people murmuring when the area around you started filling up. you were also sitting at the end of the row, so people started to recognize him. they were kind enough not to ask for pictures and you could tell owen was relieved.
another reason owen loved watching hockey with you was because you really got into it. to your core, you were a hockey girl. you loved it. so, every so often, he would glance over at you and couldn't help but smile when he saw how into it you were.
he pulled out his phone when the ref skated to the center of the ice ready to announce the call, wanting to film your reaction, "no, what the hell?" you groaned with the rest of the crowd when the ref made a call. you looked over at him and laughed when you saw he was recording, "stop." you pushed the camera down so it was pointed at the floor.
"you're cute." he teased, ending the video. you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing it would end up on his story.
but owen, much like you to his core, was a hockey boy. he loved watching it too. so, as revenge, you took your phone out, knowing you would catch a crazy reaction from him at some point.
and you were right. you managed to catch the moment the leafs got a goal on camera. owen, with the rest of the arena, jumped to his feet and cheered. he jumped up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you and cheering.
the rest of the game went smoothly but at the end, your phone was dinging. you thought it was just people laughing at the story you posted or the one owen posted of you, but you were surprised to find people sending you videos from twitter and instagram.
you clicked on the video and were surprised to see you and owen in the video. you weren't as inconspicuous as you thought. sportnets and the nhl accounts had found you in the sea of leafs fans.
"there was a speical guest in the crowd tonight." one of the sportscasters announced as the video of you and owen in the audience at the game was shown, "owen power was spotted at tonight's leafs game. clearly with the sabres season over, he's home for the off-season." the video continued but all you could pay attention to was the video of you and owen.
in the video, he had an arm around your shoulders and his ear was at the level with you mouth. you were talking into his ear, telling him something, you had forgotten that point. but whatever you said made him crack up. you were watching him, a smile on your face as you watched him laugh.
you showed owen the video and he had the same reaction as you, "we're cute."
"we are." you gave him a high-five before he shifted the car gears. he reached over and held your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
requests are open :)
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In honor of my birthday, how do all the characters in LMK celebrate their/others birthdays?
Happy birthday! I hope its going well for you!
The only issue here is that not many of the immortal characters know their birthdays!
MK is the one who wants the "kiddie party" no matter how old he is. He wants the cake, the presents, the balloons, all the trimmings. Pigsy likely had to come up with a date (i've seen January 15th due to a note in MK's room) based on when he found MK in the canonverse.
Mei wants money and to left to her own chaos inside of an arcade/disco for a couple of hours. Sounds like what she'd do every other weekend right? WRONG. She's wearing a full flashy "birthday girl" outift with a tiara that declares her queen for the day. So you have to let her win at Monkey Mech if you're playing against her. Thats the rules.
Red Son hasn't celebrated his birthday in a long while because his dad wouldn't be there. I feel that the first birthday he truly celebrates if after the madness of S3. He wakes up to see that his mom and dad have set up a whole-all ball/gala to celebrate him. He gets overwhelmed quickly and has to hide away after an hour - MK and Mei acting as his distractions/grounding for the evening. Overwise Red Son would probably spend his birthday in his garage, probably "treating himself" to a luxury model car.
Sun Wukong and Macaque don't know what their birthdays are, so they just agree that it's the respective Solar and Lunar Solstices. Wukong in the book also identifies that he was born between 3 and 5pm (guess an older monkey told him), so I bet he waits until evening to start partying down. Mini havoc in heaven-level party on his good years. Macaque spends his birthday alone save for times he's treated to dinner by his sworn family/friends. At the end of the day they just want to spend their birthdays in eachother's arms.
Pigsy doesn't like acknowledging his birthday. Far too tied to his age. He does appreciate any bonus help around the kitchen on the day + brand new equipment as gifts though. Tang sees it as an excuse to be super PDA on the day too.
Tang becomes a "little king birthday" on his bday (mbmbam ref). He wants free noodles, he wants to be carried around, he schedules the next few days off work. He's insufferable to be around. Will take his entourage to fancy clubs and pay for their covers though.
Sandy is just delighted that people remembered! First time new friends wish him well or give him a gift, Sandy just starts crying. Loves getting new tea blends and novelty mugs. Treats himself to a day volunteering at the animal shelter.
Nezha doesn't like his birthday. Don't remind him... will enjoy a geniune personalised cake though.
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