#never thought I’d be a Pierre girly

[flo55i]

I thought you needed to see this....

Omg yes!! 😍 Look at them together! At how they’re slightly leaning into each other by the slight drop of their shoulders. And that big goofy grin on Liam’s face! It’s like he’s a random fan who asked Pierre for a photograph. Adorable! It’s almost exactly as I foresaw. I so do love it when I’m proven right. X

edit; in relation to this post

[puckpocketed]

So do you actually believe PLD is a good player or is that part of the bit?

The PLD Post

i spent a good 2 days giggling about this to friends. i cant tell if ur a curious caps fan, a person who knows me from my other teams, a disgruntled kings fan (i’ve mostly ruled this out because im pretty sure i know all of the active ones on here) or WHAT. but i’m laughing. the tone of this ask is hilarious and vaguely accusatory but i will take it in good faith and answer <3 tl;dr yes and no. he’s better than people think he is rn, but he’s likely never going to live up to the potential of his tools unless something . idk. recalibrates his entire being. who knows!

i was working on something longer and more complex but i thought about it for more than 5 seconds and i REFUSE to go hockey-bro mode and pull out the microstats and i don’t wanna make this into a full on PLD manifesto. so. caps girlies (gn) HERE are your adoption papers under the cut!

if you are looking at pierre luc dubois who is 6’4 + 220lb and thinking “Oh he’s a power forward” i have to inform you he is in fact THEEE smallest mouse to ever play hockey in the whole world and in all of history. he sips nectar out of a thimble and sleeps curled up in a match box and goes fishing in a boat made from nutshells and twigs . he’s big, but he sort of plays small.

this is not necessarily a bad thing — he relies on foot speed and skill over hitting.

he can throw hits but prefers to stick check. he leverages his big frame to guard the puck and to defend, and it makes him simultaneously VERY effective and very much what i like to call a Nexus Of Crime. he is either drawing ten thousand penalties because people have to do something to stop him from driving the net with speed OR he is taking ten thousand penalties because he gets eager in the corners.

PLUS he’s huge and refs do just assume he’s committing a crime when they can’t see what’s going on <3 hence, Nexus Of Crime! if there’s a penalty he’s probably involved LMAO

not a “dirty” player by any means. not physical unless he decides he wants to. and there is no violence inside of him unless he’s deeply horsebonded to his team <- IMPORTANT re; playoffs aspirations. you won’t see him put himself on the line simply for the love of the game, he HAS to be committed to the team.

to be committed to his team… i’m honestly not sure what that takes. i’d guess a combination of knowing his role on the ice and in the locker room (this was very unclear on lak) consistency of messaging from coaches (also seemed to be an issue on lak)

i know nothing about caps coaching or management or the team vibes but i’m sure you can fix him <3 i’m ready to fall in love and ride this team to the sunset

this failhorse will NOT shoot the puck and if he does it will be the saddest soggiest most pathetic shot you’ve ever seen. you will tear your hair out in chunks if you watch him expecting an elite goalscorer.

he’s a pass-first guy. likes to drop pass! likes to drive play from the middle but is also capable of getting pucks off the boards. he needs a finisher on his wing. i could pull up stats here, there are stats to be pulled up, but i know this in my HEART from watching dozens of kings games: he would have had 10-15 more points easily if he wasn’t stapled to the 3rd line and had better finishers. many times i watched him tee up a very good opportunity only for his guy to miss the net or fan or just get knocked off the puck

individually, he thrives in front of the net. his ass is fat and he’s about to use it to screen the goalie. hes good at catching loose pucks in the crease to send them home <3 see his performance at worlds. he scored basically all of his goals right up there!!

most media coverage/narratives will tell you his point production dropped off bc of effort (which is true) but even the MOST resentful kings watchers will say pld wasn’t given his best shot playing with inexperienced+fringe nhlers, being line shuffled the moment he got a bit comfortable, and also not getting ANY net front time on the lak pp. i factor this into all my judgements of his performance.

He’s def earned his diva rep LMAO!! this is personal opinion here but he seems like a sensitive and easily rattled little clam… like he will have a couple of bad shifts and if there’s nobody there to shake him out of it he’ll lose his grasp on the game and play like shit <3 a rolling joke on kingstwt was figuring out which PLD we were getting that game, and you could tell by his 5th if he was switched on or off!!

they hate him for this but EYE think this is nothing new for athletes and if he can consistently stay in the zone he’ll probably be pretty good. mental fortitude of a wet tissue my beloved….

moving onto the Vibes section!! he was always good humoured in media availability and didn’t shy away from scrums even when public opinion soured against him and critiques of both his hockey and his character had reached a fever pitch. i like this about him. he always gave authentic answers and tried his best to accomodate them, and never hid behind his captains.

he gets along quite well with teammates despite the narratives. no seriously!! some of the the kings had a hang out during off-season right before they went to worlds!! there’s bisexual lighting!!!!

there’s interviews from old jets teammates that are just like. “he used to turn up at my house with his dog and text IM HERE with no warning and that’s how we became friends” or “his obsession with euro soccer teams bewitched me”. he had control of the aux cord. he was a den mother and planned group gatherings. a genuine sweetheart to every teammate he’s ever had!!

I don’t think he’s some. idk. secret 100 point producing star 1C. but i truly believe with the right environment he’ll probably hit 60 points again.

thank you for your time if you made it this far and i hope to see you all in the trenches (caps lb) next season 👍

[holllandtrash]

i’m not even a lando girly but for the whole of 6 to 1 part 1, you had me smiling twirling my hair and kicking my feet up like a schoolgirl with a crush😭 never thought i’d see the day where i was excited for the lando norris fic, but here we are🥹💜

Look I turned everyone into Pierre girlies with the better series and now I plan on turning everyone into Lando girlies w 6 to 1 🫡

[phytocondria]

Before the Mines

@coolcoolglassessuggested the prompt of "Advice from a character with more experience to a younger member of Pelican Town" and I may have still had Marlon on the brain. A pseudo-sequel to my last post.

Word Count: 1,008

Summary: Marlon's seen that adventurer's spark before. Too familiar for him not to recognize it in our purple-haired heroine Not after all these years spotting it in the mirror.

Abigail stood at the mouth of the mines, squeezing the hilt of her sword as she tried convincing herself to step into the darkness before her.

Don’t chicken out, you already told the guys, you’d go .

‘Come on, You can do this. Today’s the day.

You- You can do this.

Come on, just go inside. Even Sebastian’s been down the first floor … even if it was on a dare, with Jock boy and Sam.

Alone... Maybe.

Or you could lie to the guys.

Just the first floor.

No, come on.’

“Hey Girlie, whatcha doin?” After twenty minutes of deep breathing and failing to convince herself to move forward, Abigail froze at the gruff voice tearing her from her own psyching up. Abigail felt like she’d been dunked into an ice bath, as panic at being caught by one of the adults in town set in. The only relief was that it didn’t sound like Robin or Demetrius. Muscles finally unlocking, she searched for the source of the voice. “Nothing.” she shouted, fumbling with her pack. Managing enough sense to tear her sword, sheath and all, off herself, she tossed the incriminating piece into the nearby bush. “Playing music, mountains are great acoustic.” she rushed, spouting off the practiced lie as she pulled an old flute from her pack.

“Thought, I’d check out a new spot. You know, new season, new spot.” Abigail shrugged, attempting to explain away as inconspicuous as possible. Even if Marlon replied with an unsuspicious nod, Abigail was sweating buckets in the cool, morning breeze. Marlon didn’t bother pressing any further. Her stiffness only deflated with a sigh as he continued past her.

“Thought ya’ normally play by that side of the lake?” Finally Abigail spotted the source of the mystery voice. Grey and gruff, a man in his late 50s approached.

Abi didn’t relax per say, but seeing it wasn’t one of the parents or the new farmer in town, a bit of relief started to settle in again.

She expected him to keep walking into town, thinking she’d gotten away with something, but the rustling next to her axed that hope quick. No, he'd just been moving to the other side of the bush, pulling out the hilted sword she'd tossed, out from the shrubbery.

“Hey that’s-” she cut herself off, thinking better than admitting she’d brought a weapon up with her to any adult. Just because the guild guys rarely came down to town, didn’t mean they never came down. Even he’d have to know she was Pierre’s kid.

“Yours?” He asked, nonchalant as Marlon raised it up.

“No, never seen it before.” she answered, meeting his gaze and shrugging back. Her heart sank at the sword being discovered, but literally turned her back to the blade so she didn't have to look at him any longer.

“Tha’s good. Thing barely looks good ‘nuff for scrap” Marlon mumbled, pulling the blade out and inspecting it. “Definitely not one a Clint’s.”

“It’s not scrap.” she grumbled under her breath. Marlon looked back at her, a smirk hidden completely, if not for the twinkling in his eyes as Abigail quietly fumed.

“Maybe not scrap, but looks more ‘en those props Grampleton uses in them fair of theirs.” Marlon brought the sword into his hand and gave it a few expert swings. “Balance ain’t too bad. Decent enough to practice with, but things as dull as doorknob.“ he gestured to the mouth of the caves, tossing it as if the metal thing weighed nothing. Catching it at the end of the blade before offering it back to her, pommel first. “Should probably get it sharpened if ya’ hopin’ to go in there with this thing?” He informed as she looked at him with confusion.

“You’re not going to tell me to stay out of the mines?” Abigail responded, her distrust at simply being allowed to take the sword back evident across her face.

“No.” she finally admitted, teenage contempt openly directed to Marlon as she crossed her arms sourly. He looked at her and the sword again, nodding thoughtfully before resheathing it.

“You'da listen if I did?”

No old person was this cool. Abigail really shouldn’t admit it out loud, but no. She'd probably go in as soon as she worked up the nerve. But, he'd said it in a tone she’d never heard from any other adult before. Not angry, or defeated, or worried, just... this calm, inevitability. Instead, Abi just gave a shrug and slowly reached for the pommel of her blade. Before she could, he lifted it up as if on second thought.

Of course he wasn’t going to give it back, she knew this was some trick.

“You ain’t taken it to Clint’s ‘re you?”

No sh*t she wasn’t. Prop or not, that was the best weapon she was going to get her hands on. If she took it to Clint, well... let’s just say Clint wasn’t cool enough not to mention it to her parents. And then months of hiding a sword behind a loose floorboard under her bed and sneaking out with it in the middle of the night when her parents were fast asleep to practice in the graveyard would've been for nothing. Abigail could not let her parent’s know the sword even existed.

“Yeah…. Yeah. It’s not too bad fer practice.” he mumbled to himself, stroking his chin before tossing it back to her. “Come with me.”

“Follow you? Where?” Abigail asked dumbly, scrambling to catch her beloved blade as she gawked at the one-eyed man.

“Adventure’s Guild. I seen that look ‘efore. You got that fire in yer belly, and I ain’t yer pops. If ya’ insist on using this piece of junk, I gotta make sure you ‘least know how to swing that.” He explained, a golden tooth peeking out from the adventurer’s smile and motioned to have her follow.

Abigail hesitated, reckoning the wiser choice was to run. Stash her sword at Seb’s and hope Marlon kept his mouth shut. But there was a challenge in that offer.

“So that cabin, it's like, a guild for adventures?” she asked, slinging the sword across her shoulder and ran after him.

[headquarters90]

A God's Swear (Warrior of the Crown 11)

Pairing: Darkiplier x French Goddess!Reader

Words: 2,078

Warnings: N/A

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A/N: Hey guys! Go read this post (NSFW is in this) please! Thank you ^.^

“The chances are-”

“-Slim, I’m aware, Angel, but unless mother can come up with something, we have to take the risk,” you answered, glancing up from your tablet. “Anyways, you said you were here for business?”

“Yes, it came to André’s attention that some of your men might need to be retrained,” she replied, taking a seat in one of your chairs across from your desk. “And Auntie needs to know if you’re still able to handle judgements. She doesn’t want to put too much on you right now.”

“I’m-”

“-okay, we know,” Angel snorted. “It was only a matter of time before we got that from you. However, you know just as well as us that if you get stressed enough, you’ll find yourself in those moments.”

Your eyes lifted to meet hers before they shifted to the door as Dark stepped in, his nose scrunching at the sight of your sister.

“You would think he would get over Gods being here, since it’s our territory now,” Angel hummed as she glanced back at him. “You two-”

“Angel,” you warned out of habit before you noticed how Dark seemed to relax a bit more after that.

I believe he’s completely new to anything romantic, Sébastian mused and you shook your head at the Monstre before meeting Angel’s eyes once more.

“Sébastian has taken on some of my roles, especially the ones dealing with Noir. I can still handle judgements on top of our current situation,” you spoke. “Tell Auntie thank you but I got it figured out. As for the training, send a list and I’ll have Maxence send out the orders.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, lifting your eyes to Angel who shrugged in response, and Sébastian hummed in the back of your head.

Time for a favor from Juliette and the Hellhounds, don’t you think?

“Sébastian,” you spoke, your eyes glancing over to the side as the Monstre appeared beside you, “I think it’s time you pay some friends a visit.”

~

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” Juliette Pierre questioned over the phone. “You may hate the results.”

“No choice in the matter, Juliette.” Your eyes lifted to Apollo’s as you watched the God set books on your desk. “Summon me or Sébastian and we’ll be there for results when you have them as fast as possible.”

“Will do.”

You gave each other your goodbyes before you set your phone down, your hands reaching out for the books. Your nose scrunched as you lifted your eyes to Apollo’s once more.

“The next task you get, sweetheart, comes to me, Anti, or Dark, you hear me?” He warned and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.”

“You swear it?”

Your eyes drifted towards the new presence in the room, Dark standing at the open door and Anti wasn’t far behind him.

“You three agreed upon this?”

“Y/N, do you swear it?” Apollo repeated as your hands hovered over the books you needed.

If he had asked for a promise, you would have easily agreed to it but a swear, a God’s swear, was a different story.

Promises could be broken and have no repercussions, the worst thing to happen was hurting someone. A God’s swear? That had many repercussions – the worst one being that whoever you swore too had the ability to have you has a servant. You doubted any of the three would do that to you but it’s not often a God had to swear.

“Y/N?”

“Apollo, I ca-”

“Goddess.”

You tensed for a moment, recognizing that tone of voice before you were lifting your eyes to meet Dark’s.

Please.

You froze, eyes wide as you stared at the entity who raised an eyebrow back at you. You knew that voice and you knew it was Sébastian’s, it wasn’t even Monique’s. It was his.

I’ll explain when I get back, Sébastian rushed out and you watched as his eyebrows furrowed for a moment before realization flashed through his eyes.

“Doll?”

You jerked forward just a bit as your eyes shifted over to Anti and you winced for a moment before your eyes went back to Dark’s.

“I swear,” you murmured and watched a flicker of pride flash through his eyes. Feeling your cheeks warm up, you adverted your eyes, grasping the books as a chuckle left Apollo’s lips.

“Never thought I’d see you flustered, sweetheart.”

A noise left you as you felt your cheeks grow hotter and you narrowed your eyes at Apollo whose grin widened.

“Go away.”

“Nah, I want to tease you some more.”

Another noise left you before you gathered the books off your desk as you stood. You shot a glare over at Apollo as laughter left his lips.

“Didn’t think you would be this easy to tease, sweetheart,” Apollo admitted and you stared at him. “What?”

“How many relationships do you think I’ve been in?”

“Oh, so you two are in a relationship!”

“No! Wait, that’s not what I- Apollo!” A scowl found your lips as Anti began to join him in the laughter and a sigh left Dark’s lips.

“That’s enough of that,” Dark spoke up and Apollo hummed.

“Jumping to your lo-ow! That really hurt!” Apollo scowled over at you, rubbing the spot on his arm that you struck.

“What is going on here?” Sébastian’s amused voice drifting into the room and you and Dark both looked at him with a scowl. “Hello to you too.”

“Can you two give us a moment?” You questioned, looking between Apollo and Anti. “Sébastian needs to talk to Dark and I.”

“Awe, we can’t stick around?”

“No.” Dark stared at Apollo who pouted in response before pointing at you.

“You owe me.”

“I’ll buy you dinner when this blows over.”

“That’s two dinner dates now!” Apollo sung as he headed out the door, giving Anti a shove first.

“They’re not dates!” You objected after him and heard the crackling of his laugh ringing through the halls.

“You know Apollo doesn’t care,” Sébastian mused and you scrunched your nose, watching as he shut the door behind him. “I’m sure your mind has already figured it out, Y/N.”

“It has to do with the ring, doesn’t it?” You questioned, your eyes meeting your uncle’s. “Which makes sense when you think about it. It took how long after I got the ring for us to be connected? Well, it makes sense that you and Dark can communicate that way but how can Dark and I?”

“If you really tried, you could communicate with your mother,” Sébastian hummed, his eyes glancing over at Dark as the entity leaned back against your desk. “However, it could also be that you two are connected that way because you both wear one of my rings. Well, you did at one point but Ares currently holds it.”

“Hades should be by with more crystals so I can make Ares one soon,” you murmured, your eyes glancing over at Dark, watching the annoyed look past through his eyes.

“Good, don’t want to be connected to that-”

“Sébastian!”

~

“Look, I know where you’re getting at, Y/N, but Flinn says he can’t tell anyone and, before you suggest it, I already brought it up to him about asking but he says the Source doesn’t allow anyone to go see them,” Ivy stated over the phone and you scrunched your nose as you paced in front of the library window.

“They’re the oldest Pantheon and not even Warriors can speak to them,” you sighed and was met with silence. “Ivy?”

“You really haven’t gotten far in reading that book of yours, have you?”

“Which one?” You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing towards the table where Dark, Apollo, and Anti sat. Anti met your gaze with a raised eyebrow, Apollo shrugged, and Dark glanced back at you for a moment before returning to the book in front of him.

“Warriors of the Source, the one you have to keep up on,” Ivy hummed and you could hear a quiet click, signifying she had locked herself – and probably Ryan – in a room for no interruptions.

“I’ve read it beginning to end, Ivy.”

“Then you need to read it again, because you, Angel, pretty much anyone that deals, or dealt in your case, with life or death all started somewhere and, between me and you, they didn’t start with Gods.”

“What?”

“Hell, did Dark make you go dumb?” Ivy snorted as your pacing came to a stop. “When you get the chance, look up Evacska Consano and Sephtis Proeliator.”

“Ivy, what do you know that I don’t know?”

“Life, Death, and even Fate Gods, Y/N? They all have one thing in common.”

“How?”

A sigh was heard from the other side of the phone and your pacing began back up until an arm blocked your way. Lifting your eyes, you met Dark’s who raised an eyebrow at him.

He knows you’re beginning to stress, niece, Sébastian spoke gently as murmurs began through the phone.

“You didn’t hear this from me,” a new voice drifted into the phone and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Flinn would just sigh and shake his head if he knew I told you, girly.”

“How come I’m not surprised, Jay?” You questioned and a chuckle flooded the phone. “What didn’t I hear?”

“As Ivy stated, Life, Death, and Fate Gods all share one thing and that one this is ancestors,” he answered.

“Ancestors?”

“Yes, not long after Sins were made, the Source made another race. There was no name to the race back then. Back then, magic users were royalty and no one was afraid of them like they are today. Today, we call this race the Personifications. We don’t believe they are alive today but there is a possibility.”

“Evacska Consano and Sephtis Proeliator were one,” you concluded and met Dark’s gaze again before watching as he turned to glare at the two teasing at the table – the only two, aside from Sébastian, that knew that there was…something going on.

You two really needed to talk more about it.

“They were, yes. Evacska was the Personification of Life and Sephtis was of Death. While they tried to stay away from each other, they failed – mainly because Evacska wasn’t supposed to become Life but her mother had died giving birth today and the Personification of Destiny had crafted Evacska and Sephtis to be soulmates, on request on Evacska’s mother.”

“They had a child and this child has something to do with Fate, don’t they?”

“You’re correct. Forget that you’re a quick learn,” Jay hummed. “He did. Kyrell, he became the first God, thanks to Evacska and Sephtis, and he became God of New Fate.”

“I’m guessing that I’m supposed to get that Angel, my aunt, mother, and I all have it in us to know how to kill Azazel?”

“All I’m saying is that if there is someone out there who knows how to kill anyone, it would be those related to them. I said Personifications are believed to be dead.”

“Kyrell isn’t a Personification.”

“Atta girl! No wonder Ivy likes being friends with you. Do me a favor and tell-”

“I am not telling Hera hello for you. She doesn’t like me. Visit her yourself.” You rolled your eyes, listening to Apollo snort as the phone was past back to Ivy. “I’ll be going on a hunt.”

“So you will. Let me know if you need help.”

Biding a goodbye, a sign left your lips as you turned towards Dark, your eyes glancing over his shoulder at Apollo.

“So, who wanted you to say hello to Hera?”

“You know the hero that went to get the Golden Fleece from that King for another King?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s who. Ivy’s uncle…and cousin technically.”

“What’s he the Sin of?”

“Homosexual relations.”

“Yikes, poor Medea. Wonder how Hecate took that.”

You gave a shrug to the God before a sigh left your lips once more. As you opened your mouth to say something, the swear you made came back to you and your eyes moved to meet Dark’s who let out a soft grunt.

You’re working on the same task, Goddess, came his answer to your unspoken question and you nodded, looking back at Apollo who raised an eyebrow.

“Apollo, how far back do your history books go?”

“How far back are you needing?”

“If I understand correctly, I’m going to need to go as far back as Pastros.”