#drai rambles

[draiochteve]

Crossposting this rant from my Twitter because honestly I'm fucking exhausted. "Hating that I have to say this again, but please fucking stop putting me and other creatives on an "unproblematic cinnamon roll" pedestal. We do not wish to be up there and cannot and will not live up to your personal standards of what all that entails. Legit was just having a conversation with a friend about this and how terrified they are to post a darkfic because they don't want to "betray" anyone when they did nothing but have people force a label on them they didn't ask for. It is not a fucking betrayal. Especially if it's tagged and clearly labeled to avoid, what betrayal is there? That this stranger on the internet you projected a comfort zone onto failed to meet your expectations for that?" "I promise you, I like things and enjoy media featuring shit that are squicks to many. I will write and want to write some fucked up shit and explore it. I will do so with thorough tags and warnings because I care enough to and I want people knowing what they are getting into. BUT my art is not a condemnation or evidence to me as a person. I have been open about myself and people can speculate, but you do not know me. Art is made for as many reasons as there are in the sky because humans have such complexities. It is beautiful. It should be as it is." "Just fucking leave people alone and recognize their humanity. Recognize they aren't just your "fav". Do not strip us of who we are to fit the mirage in your head that is only built to shatter one day." And to add to it, no, I will not condemn others for their art. I do not fucking know them. And if you expect me to make a public statement, you have already failed to ask what I have asked of you above. I am not your representation. I am not your hero. I am a fucking fic writer in the damn void. I will let you down as it was never my responsibility to raise you up. I appreciate the support as always, but I create for myself and my motives. No one else's.

[stillfertile]

when the refs were reviewing a penalty and davo and lars started chatting….and leon even skated over… thatll be replaying in my head for the next few days

[catzgam3rz]

LEON DRAISAITL WE LOVE YOU LETS GO POWER PLAY GOAL

[lorebird]

I really wanna make a seeded spec bio setting but like. Fantasy. I've been thinking abt Serina and I wanna do smth similar but like....... Dragons

[bunny-1111]

Did I stutter? Theo Nott x fem!reader

Description: With the Christmas ball approaching, you can’t stop daydreaming about Theo. But when Pansy reveals that he’s been quietly chasing off your suitors, you’re left questioning his true feelings. When confronted, Theo’s possessiveness comes to light—but will he finally ask you to the ball?

Genre: Angst, slow burn, romance Warnings: Slight possessiveness, mild language

Word count: 1.9k

Part 2, here

Unedited and unread

reblogs, likes and comments appreciated my loves <3

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The Christmas ball was a yearly sensation.

When the autumn leaves were long covered by the deep snow of winter, was when you knew it was not far off.

As you sat in the great hall across from your friends in a daydream, imagining Theo all dressed up in a three-piece suit, your mind slipped into mush as you dreamed about his hand placed delicately on your waist, moving you through the steps of a waltz.

"Hello, earth calling. Are you even listening to me?!" Pansy clicked her fingers to pull you attention back into focus

"Sorry, you were saying?" you rush, flustered by your own thoughts.

"Yeah, I was asking if you want to go to Hogsmeade this afternoon?" she continued.

"Oh sure" you agree, you eyes now glued to your plate, trying to pull your mind away from him

"we'll join you, yeah" Draco casually adds

"No!" Pansy quickly exclaims

"what, why not?" replies Draco his voice high and whiney

"Because, girls day, only, we're gonna try find some dresses for the Christmas ball" inisted Pans

"we are?" you question

"we are." she states

"Oh Merlin, I hate this ball bullshit" Enzo adds, throwing his fork down

"Couldn't agree more, Enz" says Theo softly

"Yeah, Theo it must be so annoying having every girl in every house ask you to the dance, gosh you boys are insufferable" ranted Pansy

Oh, that's right, the unpleasant reminder that you and Theodore have no romantic relations and you can't do anything about the girls who swoon over him, Merlin. Why do they all have to be so desperate for him? Why can't they just leave him for you? Why can't something happen between you two why can't h-

"Come on let's go get ready for Hogs" She interrupts your self-destructive thoughts, now dragging you along back to the dorms.

As you shiver into your scarf, the cold air bites at your lips, the snow filled streets of Hogsmeade bring a sense of quickness in turns of just how soon the ball is.

"I expect someone should ask you to the dance soon" Pansy says linking her arms in your as you walk together, shopping bags in your free arms.

"Thanks, Pans, you too," you smile

You're met with unusual silence from her, so you give her a small shove, a gentle nudge, saying, spit it out.

"Well, Draco's asked me to go... I've said yes" she carefully says

"Pans! When, why didn't you tell me? This again, I thought you said you and Dray were really done this time?" You ramble, eyes wide with passionate protection for her

"I know, but like his gonna let someone else take me, I wouldn't want him to go with anyone else take me either, it's just like you and-" she starts

"Don't finish that sentence alright, you and Draco dated, Theo and I nothing" you huff

"Oh yeah, then why is he going around threatening any guy who even considers asking you." her tone

Pansy’s words hit you like a bludger to the chest, forcing the air out of your lungs. You almost stumble your steps, but she keeps her arm linked with yours, pulling you along as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell

“What are you talking about?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrays you, cracking at the end.

Pansy raises a brow, glancing at you like she’s holding the world’s best secret, and you’re not in on it. “Oh, don’t play dumb. It’s been happening for months.”

Months?

Theo, your Theo, going around and threatening people from asking you to the ball? That doesn’t make sense. He barely looked at you when you weren't all together, always composed, acting as though your presence didn’t make his eyes soften as you wished they would.

But then again, you have noticed that boys, nice boys, that is, had stopped approaching you after a while. You chalked it up to bad luck. You and your friends did have a certain unapproachability. The rumors swirled about Theodore Nott being unattainable, uninterested in any romance, but he never gave any indication that he’d be willing to defend you, much less ward off potential suitors.

“yeah right, that can’t be true.” Your denial comes out weaker than you intend, the words sitting heavy on your tongue.

Pansy giggles like the school girl she is. “Sweetheart, believe what you want, but I know a possessive bloke when I see one. Trust me, Draco’s the same way, just less… subtle.” She waves her hand dismissively, but her eyes hold a knowing glimmer, irritating you. Like she has insight into your life that you aren’t aware of yourself.

You shake your head, trying to process everything. “But why wouldn’t he just—”

“Ask you himself?” Pansy finishes for you, her voice lilting, almost teasing. “Oh, come on, you know Theo. He’s about as emotionally available as a cursed lock. He probably doesn’t even realise what he’s doing half the time.”

“But pans, months?”

Pansy shrugs a nonchalant gesture that tells you she’s probably been keeping this from you for a while. “Look, I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d figure it out, and honestly, it’s kind of fun watching him sulk whenever someone gets too close. Merlin, the way he glares could melt the snow.”

You let out a breath, the cold air burning your lungs as you try to wrap your mind around it. Theodore Nott, the Theo who lives in your mind, your friend of years, the same Theo you desperately want to yourself, had been quietly chasing off any competition? It feels surreal, like a dream you’d conjured in the midst of one of your daydreams in the Great Hall.

But if that’s true… then why hasn’t he made a move? Why hasn’t he said anything to you?

As if reading your thoughts, Pansy squeezes your arm. “Don’t overthink it. Boys are complicated, especially our boys alright, even when they think they’re being clear. Maybe he’s waiting for the right moment, or maybe he’s just an idiot.”

You laugh, a short, breathy sound that fogs up the air around you. “Yeah, idiot sounds about right.”

Hogsmeade is bustling with students, all of them chattering about the upcoming ball, dresses, dates, and everything in between. You glance at shop windows, your eyes trailing over elegant gowns and shimmering accessories, but your mind is miles away, stuck on a certain brown-haired Slytherin boy who, apparently, has been harboring some very mixed signals.

By the time you make it back to the castle, your hands are full of bags, and your head is full of unanswered questions. Pansy is still chattering away, something about her dress and how Draco better match her, but you can barely focus.

You keep replaying her words over and over again. Theo’s threatening people? Why wouldn’t he just ask me? The thought sends your heart into a frenzy, and no matter how much you try to convince yourself, it’s nothing, that maybe Pansy is exaggerating; you know deep down that she’s probably right.

It isn’t until the next morning at breakfast that you catch sight of Theo, sitting at the Slytherin table with his usual quiet confidence. His hair is slightly tousled, like he couldn’t be bothered to comb it properly, and his tie is crooked, but it doesn’t matter—he still looks effortlessly good, as always.

Your heart does a little flip as you watch him, your mind racing with everything Pansy told you. Should you say something? Ask him if it’s true? Or would that be too forward? Maybe you should just wait it out, see if he says anything first…

But before you can make a decision, Theo glances up and locks eyes with you. It’s a brief moment, but it’s enough to send your pulse skyrocketing. His expression is unreadable, as usual, but there’s something in his gaze that makes your stomach twist.

You quickly look away, focusing on your plate, but your thoughts are a mess. Could he see it all on your face? Are you accidentally showing what you didn't have the courage to say?

The rest of the day passes in a blur, and by the time evening rolls around, you’re no closer to figuring out what to do. Pansy, of course, is no help—she just keeps teasing you about it, making cryptic comments about how Theo’s going to “make his move” eventually.

You’re not so sure.

It’s not until later, when you’re heading back to the common room after a long day of classes, that you run into Theo. Literally.

You’re not paying attention, too caught up in your own thoughts, and you bump right into him as you turn the corner.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t—” you start to apologize, but the words die in your throat when you look up and realize it’s him.

Theo’s standing there, hands in his pockets, his usual calm, unreadable expression in place. But there’s something different about him tonight, something that makes your heart race.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine, as his hand lays on your shoulder, steading your place in front of him

“Hey,” you reply, trying to keep your voice still, but it’s a losing battle.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words and tension.

Before you can make a decision, Theo breaks the silence. “You’re going to the ball, right?”

The question catches you off guard, and you nod before you can stop yourself. “Yeah, I am.”

His eyes darken slightly, and he takes a step closer. “With anyone?”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. Is this it? Is he finally going to ask you?

“No,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Theo’s gaze stays locked on yours for a long moment, and then, finally, he says, “Good. Keep it that way.”

And just like that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, your mind spinning.

You stand frozen in place, his words echoing in your mind. Good. Keep it that way. It’s a simple sentence, but the way Theo said it, with that intensity in his eyes, sends your heart into a tailspin.

What did he mean by that? Was it a warning? A request? Or something else entirely?

You shake your head, trying to clear the confusion, but it’s no use. Theo’s always been hard to read, but this feels different—like there’s something just beneath the surface that you can’t quite grasp.

"No Theo wait!" you call out before he gets too far

His body swiftly turns around waiting for you, typical Teddy, of course he makes you run after him.

When you finally reach him all you can manage is "I don't understand."

"what's not to understand, darling," he says softly almost sympathetic

"Have you stopped guys from asking me, personally?" you say so quickly you didn't even have time to realise what you had just asked

"Yes. I have" he replies immediately

"wh-what?" you mutter out

"Did I fucking stutter? Anyone asks you and you tell me" his tone stern and meaningful, inching closer and closer to you, "alright"

"alright" you agree in a small voice

"Good girl" he smiles as he tilts his head, before walking off.

well, what the fuck now.

Author Note: I've been feeling so unsure about my writing lately, I've been struggling to produce good work. I have been so flat out at work that by the time I get home, I'm writing at like 2am, so it just turns out shit... and I get too tired to finish it properly like this one, but I just wanted to get something out. Ugh, I'm sorry. anyway hope you try to enjoy this one, I will get back to my confident writing soon, I hope lol love youuuuuuu, B.

Part 2, here

[eybefioro]

I wasn't going to share this but I figured why not lol

This is inspired by the fic of my dear friend @captainblou 💛💛���� it is amazing and you SHOULD read it. IT HAS AMAZING ART BY @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist 💛💛💛

fairly odd parents - powerpuff girls - scooby doo - adventure time

(time lapse and ramblings under the cut)

This is so silly. Blou's fic is amazing and I am obsessed. It's about a race for charity Aziraphale (dancer) and Crowley (rally racer) will compete and my mind just immediately went to Wacky Races lol I HAD to try to dray it.

Obviously, I don't have the skill to translate the art style of the cartoon properly, but I guess you can still see it. I wasn't able to get the proportions right for the cars so I traced them over the original design (I know that isn't ideal but I really wanted to get the shape right, bc those cars are iconic).

I love the hanna-barbera art style for characters and damn. Look. Look at me. Gabriel. Gabriel IS Jhonny Bravo. He IS. I will never unsee it now.

I really like the idea of Beelz car having a fish tail in it, and Dagon being their companion for the race bc yk... fish and flies lol

The Mean Machine should be Hastur's bc Eric has the same vibes as Mutley. I don't make the rules he just has. And Shax has all that vibe of a commander with the legions attacking the bookshop and all so she got the army one. For some reason it just fits that she would command Furfur to drive lol

ALSO!! I DIDN'T REMEMBER WACKY RACES HAVING A BENTLEY. BUT THEY HAVE. My mind exploded and obv that should be Crowley's car. Anyways.

I'm insane about this fic. Elenthya's art in it is so good I went absolutely bananas over the cover and I can't wait to see more! And Blou's writing 🤌 I'm in love with every single character, and I'm so excited to read the chapter that will drop tomorrow 💛 GO READ THE FIC. NOW.

[kvetchlandia]

G. Frank Pearsall Walt Whitman, New York City c.1872

The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over his hip-band, His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead, The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of his polish'd and perfect limbs.

I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.

In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.

Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.

I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

-- Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself, XIII" c.1867

[streamdotpng]

Are these your OCs?

What's the story about?

thanks for asking anon

also yeah, they are my oc's! (kinda)

big ass ramble below so read at your own discretion

originally, the guys (blue hair and white hair) were my personas/characters that i played back when i streamed but then i got distracted by wednesday and switched over to doing all this. Now they're my ocs! Meanwhile, the cloud personified? is my friend's

we've just been shipping the two together because its fine

Drai (blue hair) is a being who needs to kill to live. As in, he's sculk. If you know minecraft, there's this block in the later updates where if you kill a mob on it, it would grow from the xp absorbed. I took that idea and ran with it. So drai is iven sentience after absorbing what is essentially the 'life force' of the beings that died on him. Soon, he possesses a corpse and goes through life, adventuring and killing.

Until he stumbles across a stronghold and gets greeted by a god, Lati (the cloud), telling him to stay away from the portal and basically does their best to spook him. It doesn't work and they get to talking

they end up becoming roommates and catching feelings

except here's one unfortunate thing. Lati is a god, a god who has mentioned that they don't feel things the way people normally do and yknow, if you're a decent guy, you simply accept that it is what it is and move on. Drai tries to do so but unfortunately, his heart is too filled with their name and oh is it so hard to move on from a being so tied close to his soul.

Then he dies.

amazing no? i would explain it some more but i'll simply show you the snippet i wrote

Drai and lati lore? Who knows honestly, im rambling rn CW: Drai lowkey dies (not really) and an inhuman's thoughts on it

Its been a few lifetimes since then, maybe two? Since Drai has been seen around the smp Why? Well! Its because he's dead, kinda? Maybe? All you need to know is that he's gone, completely It was a tiny thing to note that Drai isn't human. He's sculk possessing a dead body after all, his conciousness a miraculous byproduct of absorbing too xp/life force of people from before. He's used to fighting, to absorbing more life during his troubles until he settled down in season 1. Except he never realized that it was xp keeping him alive and when he finally hung up the blade once in for all, he would take on the mantle of dead man walking too literally once more. Lati doesn't feel in a way people do, there is no indignant anger at the realization that they were losing Drai. Simply acceptance because isn't that what life is? For a concept, the laws of reality has always been something they've been intimately aware off but there's something that tingles in their chest as they stare at their dying … companion. Drai smiles alot. All crinkled corners at his eyes and teeth bared. Its a comforting sight, a routine for Lati to always see whenever they pass by the other in the dungeon hallways. There's an ache at the thought that there will be a time where they will see that smile for last time. They simple didn't realize it was that soon. Clearly, Drai didn't realize it either and when he did, it was far too late. (Lati didn't realize time passed that quickly, not till Drai stumbles like a puppet with no strings. A sack of potatoes dropping and hitting the floor in a sound that echoes around their head) Curse him, Lati thinks as she stares at the boy. He was practically a new born fawn with the way he stumbles upright, clinging onto the wall with a hand as his mortal mind finally dawns with reality.

"I think im dying," he says, a tremble in his voice as the revelation settles. "But- its okay," he tries to reassure, before his lips pull into that same stupid smile as if they were the one about to knock on death's door. "I always come back." He isn't wrong, Lati thinks. His origin as a parasite allows him some form of faux immortality but like all things fake, it could never hold up to the real thing. (But what if it could?) The thought is dangerous. Rules are made for a reason, to imply going against them…. Lati can't smile, they could never do it right and Drai laughs about it whenever it happens. It doesn't mean they can't try, it is only fair, no? To give the reassurance that Drai has always given them. This body's eyes squints, doing its best to do what Drai could do best and smile. They shake their head as their lips speak of a truth so bitter that it practically chokes at their throat. "Not this time." And yet, it leaves their mouth with an ease of someone that doesn't know how to feel. A calm sentence with no waver, no humanity, as if her friend wasn't going to leave soon, as if Lati didn't care. But, Lati doesn't feel. They never could so what was… As the day ends and the moon peeks overhead, the dungeons for once in forever is empty and Lati is given a realization. The emerald binding the two of them together glows on their chest, shimmering with an enchantment. Drai didn't know the significance of such a thing, atleast not the true extent. He was simply too nice to know what such a binding gift could do, as far as his mortal brain could comprehend, it meant that if they lost it, it would come back. Loyalty 3 shimmers as their thumb rubs against the galaxtic text. Drai may be gone, but it doesn't mean he has to stay so. They simply have to wait. After all, he always come back right?

anyways, that's godsculk. Simply a parasite in a mortal's body and a god falling in love

After that, we have Sacredgrounds.

See, drai dying brought grief for two lifetimes and Lati, a god who's desperate is willing to do anything. Even attempt to bring the dead back to life.

Except its delayed and the hope turns to pain. Its so bad that Lati physically changes from it, turning stormy at the loss of what's theirs.

Eventually, someone bursts out of a grave. Cain! (white hair) and he's actually the body Drai possesed. He doesn't remember much, only knowing half of what Drai has gone through but he does remember a Lati

but Lati looks different and she looks pissed after Cain ransacked their room for armor. Sure, they get confused for a moment, wondering why Drai looked so different but he's ..larger now. The scars a bit too worse and skin too pale compared to how it was before and it clicks that Cain isn't Drai's reincarnation but rather, an intruder.

it isnt until they see the emerald and feel the pull do they realize that wait a sec, is this.. Drai?

anyways they go from enemies to lovers and i love them, ty for listening and reading my rambling

[stillfertile]

I FUCKING LOVE MCMATTDRAI PLSSSSSSSS

this is really funny actually cause Im drawing a mini mattdrai comic rn—we share the same braincell

how do ppl feel abt mcmattdrai..... what if i made a little comic...........

[draiochteve]

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[cheemken]

Me reading up more Drayton angst: Sicko going yes... YES...

I'm loving how it's accepted that Drayton def has some kind of trauma from Opelucid. Like GameFreak was really onto something to put the kid from that city into the Polar Biome. Def agree with anons that say him being in there is a form of exposure therapy so he can get over this 'stupid fear' faster

Now I'm just thinking like, imagine he's sick. Down with a bad fever or something. He feels like the sort to not tell people that he's unwell, and with his rep, not seeing him has people chalking it up as him slacking somewhere. So he's just in his room in bed, shivering profusely cause his temp is high but he just feels so cold. It's like there's ice in his veins, it's like that day when it's so cold that he's not sure when he'll feel warm again

Just picturing him delirious, muttering about how it's so cold, so so cold. Nothing he does can warm himself up. Just teary eyed cause he feels awful and cold and he doesn't want to be alone. He wants Iris or his grandpa or his parents. Just anyone to hug him and give him warmth

Maybe his friends worry when they haven't seen him anywhere. Crispin goes to check up on him and he's worried when no one's answering even when he hears the ringing on Drayton's Rotomphone from inside. Maybe one of Drayton's mons got out of their Pokeball cause they heard it, someone who can help their Trainer. The door opens and Crispin sees the huddling, pathetic mess on the bed

Then just caretaking cause Drayton deserves it after all that. He learns that his friends do worry, and that there are people here that care. Maybe Iris finds out somewhere and comes to call him an idiot before hugging him for not telling her he was sick. Just good feels after all that and Drayton doesn't feel cold anymore.

Oughghgh your honour,,, them,,,🥺🥺

That's canon in my heart please imagine chxmbxk imagine Crispin realizing Drayton is sick and makes him all his fave warm meals, makes him soup, and just stays there w him until Drayton feels better

But y'know it would be cute tho while watching over him and taking care of him, Crispin likes,, rambles abt this show he and Kieran watches, and while Drayton doesn't look too interested bc he's sick, he's actually there listening to every word; knowing Crispin's fave characs and episodes and all that, and Crispin even told him that when he gets better, maybe they can watch it together too

And yeah, soon enough, Drayton finally fell asleep, feeling less colder now, especially w his Torchic and Crispin's own Blaziken, the room feels warmer now too. And Crispin's there sitting besides his bed, insisting that he at least stay until either Drayden or Iris comes back home. Drayton was all "sure whatever" but like, y'know, Dray's actually really grateful that someone's there w him and taking care of him, not calling him a slacker when he's clearly sick

And Crispin's there vibing y'know, happy that at least Drayton is getting the rest he needs. But it's also dope if he's there till night where Iris finally came home, and that's how Iris finally get to thank Crispin personally for watching over her brother. She's like going on how she really thought the students didn't like Drayton and he didn't have much friends, she was scared he'd end up like her when she was younger, but when Drayton started to mention Crispin to her and it made her happy and relieved y'know that he really has friends of his own, it really just took a while for people to understand him

But also Dray waking up to see Iris and Crispin talking and he's suddenly lively again bc ofc, maybe Iris is telling Crispin random embarrassing stories abt him hahaha

Anyways yeah your honour this is def canon, I'm not taking criticism lmfao

[catzgam3rz]

*head in hands* why must I like the Edmonton oilers why

[tojisun]

omg so sorry i didnt understand the sabrina carpenter post? different edm as in? sorryyy

omgg pls dont apologize!! edm as in edmonton, the oilers’ home ice!

post is basically op playfully (or is it…) begging the oilers to play better in home ice—“i beg you, don’t embarrass me, motherfuckers” LMAO—especially after todays game :’33

too much rambling under the cut, pls ignore again!!

the oilers scored FINALLY after a shutout on saturday’s game, so it was genuinely their first point in the finals round AND THEN THEY NEVER SCORED AGAIN 😭

panthers racked up points, and the game ended 1-4. the panthers took the lead in the series (2-0)

the oilers were always consistent in the way that they get back up in the second game, but today broke that streak so fans are stressing, and rightfully so.

the panthers are a behemoth. bobrovsky (their goaltender) is insane on his own; they broke down how much pucks make it past him and 0% of ones that are sent on the ice make it (idk how else to explain it but it’s when you hit a puck with your stick, and the puck glides on ice). he stops those shots 100% of the time. his weakness, they said, are pucks sent from the shoulders and up but those are rare so, in a sense, bobbys got those covered too 😭

and the panthers’ forwards? fucking assholes (positive). they’re so flexible and fast; you think they’re being marked properly, then next thing you know they’re angled to the goal and then the puck is flying and then boom—they score.

(im not an athlete so do forgive me for these nonsensical comments, im just really buzzed)

AND THEIR DEFENSEMEN? menaces. theyre hot on your heels, and they TAG TEAM PEOPLE. mcdavid has been, as ESPN eloquently said, “double teamed” (sounds like a euphemism 😭). they also tried to, and succeeded with, separating mcdavid and draisaitl because these are the oilers’ best duo. in their prime, their shots always made it in. in this season’s games, mcdavid would be checked by two players, and draisaitl would be slammed onto the glass protector or something, and the deliberate way they are being iced out of each other made it difficult for davo and drai to do their duo plays

and its not just them, but every hard hitter in the oilers would find themselves marked by two people once theyre in the offensive zone. its an insane play (i havent watched enough hockey yet to be able to put hockey reference but this type of defense is so consistent and prevalent in basketball, especially against bigger players. so seeing it be applied on ice was so sick too)

AND THEIR STEALS? DUDE. the panthers are so good at snatching the goddamn puck. sure it led to many MANY cross checks, but its still undisputed that in their aggression, they make insane plays

additionally: matthew tkachuk? a scrappy kitten. he is so terrifying on ice, cute when being pulled away from fighting, and his shaved sides reminds me of johnny 😭

BUT YEA. theyve always been an insane team but its different seeing them play against the oilers who, from what ive seen this season, were a beast of their own—with davo at the core of it

[stereax]

I threw Draisaitl’s name in the ring because there’s been talk that if Edmonton doesn’t go to the finals this season, he may not sign with them again and go to greener, Stanley-er pastures (mostly from Biz, but what’s a girl to do). I could see him leaving a year early if Edmonton can get a decent return for him in an area that the oilers desperately need help in. Skinner’s not a bad goalie but that’s not cutting it, especially is Edmonton wants to be competitive in the off season. The goalie market is always weird, but Ullmark is well respected and this may be Edmonton’s chance to get a high caliber goalie for “cheap”. It would only work if Draisaitl says he’s not resigning with the oilers though, which is questionable.

If the oilers can offload Draisaitl on Boston, they should be able to pull some new prospects to fill in some holes in their line up (defense, depth scoring) as opposed to it being a 1:1 trade. They Boston would also get some cap relief too, especially if a third team takes some of the hit for Draisaitl.

Normally I’d say Ullmark would have to be traded at a loss with the Swayman extension, but Boston needs leadership and a skilled center. Edmonton needs a good goalie and more depth, so it makes sense to me for them to deal with each other and make the most of their respective situations.

Again, incredibly delulu and running off an obscene amount of cold brew today, so idk if this makes sense, so sorry about the rambles.

You're making some sense, anon! It's a BIG deal though. Let me see if I can whip something up.

Something like this?

[little-corritrice]

George ~ Scared

It was evident that Voldemort was back now, and I had been staying with the twins in their flat above the shop. I'd been helping them out and trying to avoid all the death eaters and my family, the Malfoys. I was a target for not becoming a death eater, and they were going to force me to become one if I hadn't run away. Now here I was, sleeping next to George when I woke up in a cold sweat at 2 am. I moved out of bed, going out of the room. I went to the living room, looking out the window at the dark skies. My mind went to Draco, how he was in all this, at Hogwarts right now doing his "tasks". I shook my head at the thought of him being forced to do this otherwise he will be killed. A few tears slipped from my eyes, slowly falling down my cheeks.

A hand on my shoulder made me turn, seeing George with a worried face. "Love, what happened?" He asked, rubbing my cheeks. I turned away from him, looking out the window. "He's out there, George." I whispered. George knew who I was talking about and sighed. "y/n, I promise you nothing will ever happen to you, or me, or Freddie, or Draco, or anyone else we love." He said, and I shook my head. "He forced him, Georgie. He will kill him if he doesn't obey him." I cried, turning to him. "Hey, hey. Everything will be okay, love. I promise you. Just come back to sleep, and we can send him a owl in the morning, okay?" George said, and I just nodded. He kissed my head, leading me back to the room. We laid down, and he made sure to hold me close while he coaxed me back to sleep.

Standing in a bathroom, I was at Hogwarts. I gasped, looking around when I heard soft crying. I followed the sound and found a horrid sight. On the floor, Draco was laying there with blood surrounding him along with water. I screamed as I rushed over, bringing him into my lap. "D-Dray?" I cried, stroking his cheeks. "Dray, please say something?" I begged, stroking his cheek. "I...I'm so sorry, y/n. I w-was such a horrible brother." He said, blood still pouring from his body. "Oh, Dray. Don't say that. You were an amazing little brother, and I love you so much." I sobbed, pulling him closer. "It's okay, y/n/n." He said, squeezing my hand. He let out a strangled gasp before his grip slowly loosened before he fully let go, his hand dropping to the ground. "Dray?" I sobbed, shaking him slightly. "Draco?! Please wake up! Draco!" I screamed, sobbing onto his head as I held him closer to my chest.

I jolted awake, jumping out of bed. I started putting on clothes, sobbing quietly. "y/n, what's going on?" George gasped, getting out of bed as well. "I-I have to go to H-Hogwarts." I said, throwing on a shirt. "y/n, please. Tell me what happened." He begged, holding onto me. I tried getting out of his grip, but he held me tighter. "I'll explain later." I said, and apparated away. I landed in Draco's prefect room, and I saw him in his bed. I ran over, shaking him quickly. He jolted awake, grabbing his wand. He looked at me before he dropped his wand. "y/n?" He said in shock, his voice shaky. "Oh, Dray. I thought something happened to you." I cried, lunging onto him. He held onto me tightly, shaking in my embrace. "y/n, I thought he found you." He cried, and I shook my head. "Never. I have to go now, but promise me you'll take care of yourself." I said, holding his cheeks. He nodded, wiping his eyes. "I love you, y/n." He said, and I smiled softly. "I love you too, Dray. So so much, no matter what." I said, before letting go.

As I apparated back into the apartment, George was pacing the room, holding his hair. "Georgie?" I whispered quietly and he perked up. "y/n, thank Merlin." He cried, running over and tackling me in a hug. "I was so worried, and then you just disappeared." He rambled, but I shut him up with a soft kiss. "I know, and I am so sorry. I just had this horrible dream, and I had to see Draco for myself." I explained, wiping my eyes from the tears. "It's okay. It's okay. Let's lay down." He said, guiding us to bed. He laid down, pulling me on top of him. "I love you so much, y/n." He said and I nodded. "I love you so much, George. Forever..." I said, and he chuckled. "And always." He finished, kissing my head. We held each other tightly, not letting go. We fell asleep soon after as we both calmed in the night, and thought about nothing.

[mk-writes-stuff]

Hello hello! Could I ask you:

9. Has any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

10. Has any of them had to be revived / brought back to life? How did this affect them?

From the torturing your OCs ask tag. <3

Hi! I’m always open for asks :)

CW for mentions of drugs and overdose, cancer, slavery, and death

Have any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

You’d think the number would be a lot higher, but I can only think of one in Seven Stations (book 1 at least). Arguably you could count Cassie as well when she chopped her arm off but I’m not counting that one, I think she wasn’t as close to death as anyone suspects she could be

Going to need to dodge spoilers here a bit but it’s actually our clone boy Sel who has a near-death experience. He gets poisoned and requires emergency medical treatment to keep his heart beating. He does survive this but is comatose for a month or two and, even after significant physical therapy, is unable to walk more than a few steps unaided

As for Pirates’ Roost, I’ve got a list:

Amelia - nearly died of poisoned wounds fighting Captain Jetti and required emergency medical treatment

Tatum - twice, actually, nearly died in the jungles of Ixalan from an infected cut on their hand and was rescued last minute by the crew of the Soaring Gull; and nearly died of cancer trying to get to Orazca in time before being saved by a stranger with too many snakes and an encyclopedic knowledge of poisons, which kicked off an entire other plot arc (actually its three times now that I think about it, they overdosed on pain meds once too)

Malcolm - was nearly murdered by Tatum’s dumbass brother, only survived because Julian was able to give him an antidote to the sleeping meds he was given

Apatli (said dumbass brother) - was beaten up and left to die in a gutter, found by Malcolm and taken to safety

Morrigan - nearly died in a fire, was accidentally saved by Jetti who she swore a life debt to

Onora (merfolk carpenter of the Sea Star) - burned his gills to the point of being unable to breathe hunting for the Belligerent to help them rescue slaves that Captain Dray had taken

This might happen too often in my stories lol

Have any of them had to be revived/brought back to life? How did this affect them?

Okay so generally in my stories there isn’t a way to bring someone back from the dead per se. I‘ll give you what I’ve got though (there aren’t any examples in Seven Stations, sorry)

There are two characters in Pirates’ Roost who come back as ghosts after they die. One of them is a sailor named Bartholomew who Malcolm was friends with when he was younger, whose spirit inadvertently anchored onto a compass his murderer had (ghosts in Pirates’ Roost need an anchor, either something they’re very attached to or something made out of a special mineral from the sun at the center of the world, the compass was the latter). Malcolm finds his compass some time later and they spend some time together before Bartholomew gets tired and asks to have his spirit set free from the compass so he can move on to the afterlife

The other one is a more significant character - a shipwright named Wallace. He was the captain of the Soaring Gull/Drowned Gull before Jetti and when he was murdered, his spirit anchored to his unfinished submarine prototype because he was just that passionate about boats (he’s hella autistic in case you can’t tell). He was left in an abandoned warehouse with the submarine for a while but was eventually found by Merry and Tatum and joined their crew as their personal ship designer. He’s quite peeved that being incorporeal means he can’t draw ships anymore but he just makes other people do it for him. He eventually gets his anchor shifted to a chunk of cosmium (inner sun mineral) so he can move between ships and pilot them via cosmium wiring

Anyway sorry for the massive ramble, I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for the asks :)