#✷ two of hearts au

[isaadore]

TWO OF HEARTS ✷ AU MASTERLIST

“there is power and purpose to be found in sharing the path with another”

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ pairing jack hughes x lana hischier

SUMMARY lana hischier moves to new jersey to support her brother nico and chase her dream of becoming a sports psychologist. but her organized and perfectionist personality instantly clashes with jack hughes, nico���s confident and carefree teammate. but their teasing rivalry starts to shift when jack falls for her first. slowly, lana’s guarded view of jack softens, and their complicated friendship evolves into an unexpected romance.

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ LANA’S PROFILE PLAYLIST PINTEREST

MOODBOARDS

winter in jersey

THOUGHTS

coming soon

IMAGINES & BLURBS

coming soon

FICS

coming soon

SMAUS

coming soon

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎MAIN MASTERLIST ✷ LAST UPDATED: JAN. 3RD, 2024

[notherpuppet]

📻: “SO insecure, pursuing allure, flitting between this fad and that!”

🍎: “Is nothing working??”

[kairamuwu]

!!! Happy holidays!!!!!

Here's the lil piece I did for the ddvau holiday zine :3 jellie wants to be the star on the tree

👀You should totally check out the full thing here

[sara-the-wizard]

Two Hearts Beat as One

Angst...

Next

[lepusrufus]

That awkward moment when you find your gal pal somewhat drunk in the studio and for some reason you're compelled to not let her sleep on the shoddy breakroom couch (again)

[sandflakedraws]

the perils of reaching out early on

[smokescreenimusprime]

not my usual but it was too perfect to pass up and the idea was NOT leaving my head. Decided to write a snippet for @keferon's IMMACULATE Mecha Pilot Jazz AU, though apologies if the charactization is a lil funky, this is my first time writing either of these characters and double apologies for the undoubted slew of grammar and spelling errors

but that aside, I hope you enjoy :)

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Is It Self Sacrifice If It's Not Really You?

Despite the cacophany of the battlefield, Prowl's scream cut through it with with the ease of a freshly sharped blade through flesh and found it's home nestled into Jazz's ears.

He barely had a second to look up, hardly more than a glance, but it was all he needed to make out familiar white and black.

A Quintesson, one of the smaller but more freaky looking ones, was looming over his collapsed frame. He was pinned, his back to solid rocky walls and the Quint at his front, jamming it's tentacles into every crack of his armour they could.

He was putting up one hell of a fight, but something was wrong.

"PROWL!" he shouted, shifting his weight in preperation to bolt. "HOLD ON, I'M COMMIN-"

But the screech of the Quintesson he was currently grappling with forcefully stole his attention back, barely any warning given before it's gaping maw latched onto his mech's forearm.

It pulled, joints and plates creaking with the strain but still holding strong. It shook it's head and Jazz brought a hand up to brace against the outside of the monster, if only to stop the arm from being completely ripped out of the socket. He landed a few solid kick as it lifted him off the ground, but it's movements were still largey effortless, like his frame weighed as much as a tin can.

Prowl screamed again. This time it was louder.

Against all common (sane) sense, Jazz looked away from his enemy and toward Prowl

Some of his external plating was damaged, gouges in messy circle patterns with rivulets of blue energon sluggishly bleeding out. He seemed to be smoking too, thin curls of smoke wafting off his cables. His eyes were flickering wildly, something Jazz had grown to associate with too much damage and too little power.

All of the damage paled in comparison to where Jazz's focus was.

Now, Jazz didn't know how these guys had their mechs built, but they could hold up to some serious punishment. Their engineers seemed to keep an even more meticulous eye on any damage, and Prowler and the other's all had frames clealy meant to last.

But they were all still vulnerable at their cores.

And the Quintesson's tentacles, sparking with a terrifying yellow and red electricity, were pulling and prying right at the plating above that core.

It was starting to show some give too, a testimate to the true strength of the offending monster. Chest plating, no matter the make, didn't come off easily, intent to protect the most vulnerable parts of a pilot.

The electricity was already frying his frame, if it got a straight shot of that to his chest-

Jazz needed to do something.

Jazz needed to do something.

But what, what could he do, whatever it was it needed to be quick, he didn't have time to finish off this Quintesson, there wasn't time for finesse, he just needed to go to help to F I G H T -

Jazz readjusted the braced positioning of his legs, thanking for what was probably the thousandth time the engineers who'd made the adjustment to give him more flexibility and agility, and brought his free arm high above his head.

And brought it down.

His trapped arm creaked, the plating denting and squealing as the metal controted, sparks going flying and red error messages flashing in his vision.

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

He made sure to keep his blows aimed at preciscely where he knew it was weakest and made sure to push with his legs as hard as he could, swaying side to side and focing the joint to bend in ways it had never been meant to. His movements became a dance to the orchestra of cables snapping and metal ripping and electricity cracking and his arm b r e a k i n g , the dance growing faster and more determined the louder the music played.

It felt like eternity, and the phantom sensation was disorienting. There was no pain, only uncomfortable pressure that built up and up and up, perfectly in time with the warning messages he forcefully dismissed. It was far from pleasant, but it was nothing compared to the cold burning terrified angry fight flight save him running full blast in his brain.

And with one final crack akin to lightning, he was free.

It was the furthest thing from a clean break, and to his mild surprise it didn't break at the elbow but rather a bit above it. In the second of freefall he had, he couldn't help but admire the shredded stump and mourn how he knew Ratchet was going to have his head for all the extra work.

He hit the ground in a roll and popped up running, stumbling and nearly falling face first into alien dirt at the sudden uneven weight distribution but he simply let his partial fall carry him forward until he was sprinting full speed.

With his remaining hand he grabbed the Quintesson and pulled, not letting go until it wasn't tearing into Prowl's front and instead embedded several feet in the ground. He dashed, not giving it even a moment, standing tall in front of Prowl.

The Quint got back up, enraged screeches and chitters coming out of it's mouth.

"Back off," Jazz growled back.

The Quintesson attacked, and everything became the hyperaware blur combat always became.

Dodge, dodge, punch, dodge, kick, kick, punch, dodge, jump, kick jump-

One of it's tentacles latched right onto the open stump and set a wave of electricity in.

His mech's vision went bright white, sparks exploding out even inside his cockpit and the smell of burning metal filling his nose. All the protective insulation was made useless from the direct route into the mech's systems.

Jazz jerked his arm stump back and headbutted it.

He got a tentacle to the face for his troubles, grabbers squeezing and cracking the visor. He planted his feet, one on solid ground the other on the slack of the tentacle, and pulled as hard as he could.

A decent chunk of the face came left it, not deep enough to affect any systems or his vision anymore than it was already damaged, but enough that it certainly wasn't pretty.

He kept more distance after that. Wouldn't do any good for him or Prowler if he got fried too. But the Quintesson was desperate, like a cornered animal, grabbing and clawing at anything it could gets it's tentacles on. The same gouges Prowl had began to litter his own armour as it kept making grabs, and the beastie even managing to get a few more much briefer electrical surges in.

It was obvious only one of them was going to walk away from this fight, and Jazz was not going to let it be the Quint. Prowl would kill him if he did

Finally he managed to get in a lucky shot, albeit at the cost of his feet. The Quintesson tried to get in a bite like it friend had, only to be met with the full force of Jazz's feet pressing them apart.

The teeth and other horrors might've torn through his feet but dammit if it wasn't satisfying to hear the crack as its jaw snapped and the body went limp.

The battle was still going on around them, but it was starting to wind down. A trio of bots had even started attacking the one Jazz had left behind.

The immediate area was clear, and there were more than enough bots he could shout out to for backup if he needed it.

"Prowler, you okay?" he said, though he noticed his voice had a bit of static lacing it. Maybe getting his face ripped off did more damage than he thought, or it could be lingering damage from the electricity. "Sorry it took me so long to come getcha, talk, dark and bitey kept me a bit occupied."

He wiggled his stump with a chuckle, leaning in closer. Kneeling down was difficult with the leaking hydraulic fluid and Quintesson salivia making it hard to get a solid grip, but with the current state of his visor he didn't want to risk missing anything on Prowl. To his relief, despite the extensive denting and electrical burns, Prowl's chest was thankfully uncompromised. Hopefully his mech was insulated

The electricity seemed to have done a number on his connection to the head though, the eyes were still glitching wildly and his normally expressive face seemed stuck.

"J-Jazz..." Prowl stuttered, and Jazz found himself frowning. Maybe Prowl got a bit more banged up on the inside than he thought. "You- your-"

His eyes were flickering wildly about Jazz's mech, and he could practically hear his friend's battle computer crunching away.

"Ah, don't worry bout that," he rapping his mech's chest with a fist. "This old frame's gone through worse. Nothing delicate got smashed, and I've barely got a scratch on me. Ratchet'll have me right as rain before you know it, so don't worry your pretty little head one bit."

"Speaking of, I'm gonna go find 'im," he stood back up, looking around the battlefield. "The fight's pretty much over, and I'm not sure if it's a great idea for you to be moving after all that zappy nonsense. Just sit tight and-"

"No!"

Jazz startled a bit at the sudden shout, looking back down at Prowl. The other man's mech suddenly lunged up, sitting straight and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Prowler? Is somethin wrong?"

"I will contact Ratchet," he says in a rush. "A comm message will be more efficient than searching on foot, not to mention I'll be able to tell him what to prepare for,"

Jazz raised a brow.

"Go right ahead, Prowl," he chirped despite his suspicion. He was fairly certain Prowl was hiding something from him, but prying would just make him clamp down tighter.

Prowl didn't seem like the sort to hide things from medics but...

He sat his mech down and leaned back against the wall. "You don't mind if I wait with ya, do you?"

Just to be safe.

Despite his initial assumptions, Prowl actually seemed to relax at his suggestion.

"Not at all."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!

Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?

[t00thpasteface]

c'mon, do the circulation! it starts with your heart— what a great sensation!

[yes-asil]

So ill about the Sky cotl AU, I put Siffrin into multiple capes for fun

[oobbbear]

Pen doodles

[isaadore]

LANA HISCHIER ✷ PROFILE

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ “practice makes perfect”

NICKNAMES

lani (family, especially nico)

lana-banana (from her childhood, used by her siblings for fun)

lan (shortened and used by her friends and nico and jack’s teammates)

baby hischier (how jack first addressed her)

hazel (how jack addressed her when they first met because of her hazel-coloured eyes, which stuck)

sunshine (jack’s way of teasing her for being a morning person when he’s not)

doll (jack)

AGE, BIRTHDAY, & BIRTHPLACE

age: 23

birthday: january 14th, 2002 (capricorn)

birthplace: brig, switzerland

LOCATION

previous: grew up in naters; later moved to zurich for school

present: lives in new jersey to be closer to nico while pursuing her own career and education

APPEARANCE

face claim: lucia ferrato

height: 5’6” (168 cm)

hair: long, chocolate-brown, slightly wavy; usually left down

eyes: hazel but can look green under the sun

features: soft, heart-shaped face with light freckles across her nose

style: her wardrobe consists of chic and sophisticated pieces ranging from baggy jeans to laced tops. she loves almost anything pink and pairs her all outfits with gold jewellery

PERSONALITY

positive traits

resilient, humble, and hardworking, like nico

outgoing and social, always making new friends and connections

organized and focused, with a clear plan for her future (she knows what she wants and how to get it)

empathetic and a good listener, often the “therapist” of her friends

negative traits

can be bossy, especially when things don’t go as planned

overthinks small details, which often stresses her out

struggles asking for help

quirks

writes everything in her planner, even small reminders like “call mom”

cries to cheesy rom-coms and sad dog movies like a dog’s journey

collects postcards everywhere she travels to

likes

playing and coaching soccer

baking (her chocolate chip cookies are to die for)

exploring new places

shopping

messing with nico

spending time with friends

watching jack on the ice

dislikes

messy spaces

liars

cold coffee or tea (she thinks it’s “ruined”)

fears

letting her family down

failure

heights (she avoids rollercoasters and high balconies)

DREAMS & ASPIRATIONS

become a sports psychologist

travel the world, especially asia and south america

adopt a rescue dog

OCCUPATION

studying sports psychology part-time at rutgers university

interns for the devils’ player development department, helping with mental health programs

occasionally coaches youth soccer teams in her free time

RELATIONSHIPS

parents

rino hischier

katja hischier

siblings

luca hischier

nina hischier

nico hischier

friends

switzerland: ava schneider, clara fischer, and a couple of old classmates

new jersey: several of nico and jack’s teammates, sydney bell, classmates from rutgers, and other interns working for the devils

other: quinn hughes

best friends

switzerland: livia frey and sophie müller

new jersey: luke hughes, kaitlyn west, and minji lee

pets

a poodle named pippin

LOVE INTERESTS

previous: liam huber

present: jack hughes

FAVOURITE THINGS

food: rösti (swiss potato dish) and fries

drink: matcha latte, blond espresso, and diet pepsi

music: 2000s pop

movies: a cinderella story, she’s the man, and hachi: a dog’s tale

colour: pink

season: spring

SOCIAL MEDIA

instagram: lanahischier (main) and lanabanana (private)

tiktok: hischier_lana

MORE ABOUT HER

always carries her planner and lip gloss in her bag or purse

has a noticeable beauty mark on her right wrist, which jack frequently circles with his thumb when he’s tense

horrible at skating

calls jack by his full name when she’s angry

prefers handwritten letters over texts or emails (she sends them to family and friends on special occasions, pouring her heart and soul into them)

in the apartment she shares with nico, there is a spot on the wall in the living room where she keeps a collection of polaroid photos of her and her friends and family (there are over 100 right now)

when she is nervous, she fidgets with a tiny bow necklace jack gave her for her 22nd birthday

collects different kinds of tea with a whole shelf dedicated to her stash and forces luke and nico to try them with her

turns to nico when she has a problem or needs advice, but she doesn’t like to admit he’s actually helpful

always keeps a mini emergency kit in her bag or purse, which includes band-aids, hair ties, mints, and a few safety pins

always has her digital cam with her

jack is always losing things like socks, keys, water bottle, etc., and for some reason, she is always able to find them within 20 seconds, making him say “thank god i have you”

huge sweet tooth (which means she's always baking)

‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎ MAIN MASTERLIST ✷ AU MASTERLIST

[yeahthisisabadidea]

Twin Ghost Kings

An idea I got into my head, I've seen a few tropes where Danny and Dani are twins, two sides of a coin, the king and the free spirit sort of idea. so what if, both Dani and Danny become the ghost king?

I can just imagine some poor smuck (cult? the Justice Leauge? someone from another fandom?) decides to summon "the ghost king" for whatever reason, so solve XYZ or to grant them world dominating power, whatever, and they're expecting a single, monsterous, tyranical being Pariah Dark, but in stead, they get these two black and white child-ghosts (they're not acctually children, it's been centuries, but it's fun to be OP while being underestimated and messing with people)

This wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote a bit of it, so...

The boy’s eyes roamed over the heroes, down to the circle and then made eye contact with John.

“Dani?” he asked, tone echoing and childish but oh, so dangerous. The hair on the back of John's neck stood on end. The girl similarly looked directly at John, acid green eyes boring into him. The feeling doubled down.

“Yes, Danny?”

“I think we’ve been summoned.”

The two smiled twin grins. It was sharp and mischievous and unnerving with too many teeth, too wide for their faces. As they continued to speak, the two began to float around as easily and aimlessly as leaves in a breeze, circling the heroes like predators evaluating their next kill. John certainly felt like prey.

“I think you’re right.”

“Someone tried to call Pariah.”

“Someone called the ghost king.”

“Someone wants the dark.”

“Someone made a mistake…”

“Ying yang spirits,” John muttered. The two children continued to circle each other in a dizing display of black and white and green eyes that hold too much power.

“Nope,” the girl giggled, popping the p.

“Close, but no.” Confirmed the boy in a sing-song voice, his impish smile only growing sharper. 

“Then wha– who are you?”

The spirits stopped their flying to drop to the ground in front of Constantine, their wispy tails splitting and solidifying into sets of legs so they could stand and stare with those green eyes at the man.

“We are the ghost king,” the boy said simply, voice teeming with power that made John’s ears hurt. The girl continued.

“Heirs apparent of the infinite realms and all that call it home.”

“And you have dared to summon us.”

“I don’t understand,” John had to try twice before his voice was loud enough to be heard. “I thought I called The King... Pariah Dark?"

"We told you."

"We are the king."

“I am the king phantom,” declared the boy. “Watcher of stars, bane of the dark. I am the guardian, the keep, the order. I am the light of the moons.”

“I am the king phantasm,” declared the girl. “Who followed after and seen all first. I am the wanderer, the wild, the chaos. I am the void between.”

“You demanded the Ghost King.”

“You called to the Dark.”

“So, tell us, Hellblazer,” the girl mused, grin sharp and wicked as she circled him, pausing to leer over his shoulder. “Who are you loyal to?”

“The crown?”

“Or the dark?”

“Be honest now.”

“We’ll know if you lie.”

“We can see your soul.”

“We own most of it, after all.”

[evilherehotel]

Heya! Don’t know if if I already asked this or not (memory, what’s a memory?)

But can you draw more Space explorer Gaty and Space Explorer Two? I love the skrunklies and I haven’t recovered from tpot 15 (‘:

ok

+ bonus..

[sara-the-wizard]

Two Hearts Beat as One

T.W Some Blood

Me: Gotta get the burning question, 'Is Mikey okay?' out of the way...

Everyone Else: BUT WHAT ABOUT LEO?!?!???!??!!!

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[dcartcorner]

after dinner