#nix my friend

[professor-amaryllis]

Sorry again or my absence the last few days, I got some... interesting news when i checked my messages after I finished unpacking, as well as some unexpected guests. The latter at least was quite pleasant once a few misconception had been cleared up. It also led to i think one of the funniest images I've ever been sent by security.

That's one way to make an entrance hah.

[fyeahnix]

Sevika Hockey AU where Sevika is the team enforcer and Reader had been traded to the team in a legendary deal as their new star player.

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The game had been close all night. Physical, too. High-sticking and cross-checks under the referee's noses drew out the nastiest insults from the crowd. You saw and heard and felt it all.

But you tuned it out. You had a job to do.

The Zaun Wolves needed an experienced star player added to the roster to help mentor their rising rookie hopeful, and in an odd turn of events, the Noxus Generals decided to part ways with you, the player they'd drafted with the number one pick only five years ago, for a draft haul in the off-season.

After a rocky rookie season and a sophomore slump, you were on the upswing in your career. You'd posted some record statistics during your time with the Generals and judging by the two goals you'd achieved tonight, you'd say the Piltover Progressors were learning that you lived up to your reputation.

It was no secret in the league that Zaun had beef with Piltover as rivals, but no one informed you just how much the Progressors hated the Generals. To them, you were the bastard child of both, and they were keen on making you feel every bruise in your first bout this season.

This team was fucking ruthless. No only were they trying to box you out from getting the puck, but when you did manage to snatch it away, another player would check you against the boards with their entire body weight and sneak in an illegal hit to go with it. And Janna bless the rookie Vi for coming to your defense. She was scrappy and never backed down from a fight, but she lacked the muscle mass to take the bigger players down completely. Still, you appreciated her effort.

Your saving grace, however, was the large woman sitting anxiously in the penalty box whose eyes locked with yours whenever you skated by. Sevika was one of the older vets on an already fairly young team, and the team's one and only enforcer. You learned over the off-season that while she didn't speak much and wasn't the best player on the Wolves, the team listened wholeheartedly to her wisdom and rallied behind her when it mattered. Much different to the militancy you experienced on the Generals.

Your defenders did their damnedest job keeping the puck away from the Progressors during the penalty. The penalty clock wound down to the last fifteen seconds just as you saw an opportunity to seize the puck and take a shot on goal.

You launched yourself across the ice to gather the puck. With quick stick work, you coiled back for a slapshot and before the end of your stick collided with the puck, a heavy body slammed into you. You lost balance and tumbled to the ice, losing the puck. They'd knocked the wind out of you, and you struggled to stand as the crowd yelled about another missed charging call.

You stood, finally, just in time for Sevika to hop out of the penalty box a second before stoppage of play. She rolled over to you and gave you a once-over.

“You good?” she asked.

You shook your head. “I'll be fine. They're startin’ to piss me off though.”

She nodded. “Gotchu.”

You skated into position behind your center for a face-off near your goal. Play resumed with your center winning the bout and passing over to Vi who took the puck to the other side of the ice. You followed. She passed it to you, and you played keep away with it before passing back to the center. The defender who tagged you grew sick of watching the clock and took it up on herself to check you into the boards when the puck came flying back to you. You lost it in the scuffle.

When you recovered, you saw Sevika sailing over to the defender, grabbing her by the jersey to pull her back.

Sevika then dropped her stick and gloves.

The defender followed suit.

The crowd hollered and screamed, went wild as the two danced around each other on skates.

The defender took a couple of feint jabs, but Sevika didn't fall for it. She kept her guard up and when the defender missed a big swing, Sevika followed up with a sharp uppercut. She grabbed the front of the defender's jersey and held her in place as she pummeled the defender with a flurry of right fists to the cheek and jaw. Her blows echoed off the ice, somehow overpowering the deafening crowd. The defender tried to no avail to fight back, but managed to sneak in a few lucky hits to make Sevika bite her own tongue.

The defender stumbled down, and finally, the referee broke up the fight for another stoppage of play.

Sevika grinned at the crowd, circling the ice with a bloody mouth. With one last glare at the defender, she yelled words that reassured your growing trust in her.

“Yeah, try that shit again and see what I do!”

On her way to the penalty box, she gave you a quick wink before slamming back inside to sit down.

Most of your team were slow to warm up to you during the off-season when you arrived in Zaun. Sevika had been the slowest. She acknowledged you, sure, but actually talking to you outside of work-related topics was like pulling teeth. It wasn't until she stumbled upon you skating around the ice in the brisk hours of the morning did she make the effort to engage. She'd always been first one in, last one out, and for once, someone had her beat.

You loved what you did—the juxtaposition of gracefully gliding across ice with the heaviness of pads protecting your person—but nothing came easy. You were smaller than the average player and faster because of it, but what you couldn't accomplish in raw strength, you made up for it in accuracy and finesse with the puck at your blade. But shooting a frozen piece of rubber into a goalie's five-hole took practice. Ten thousand hours of it. You'd told Sevika then why you were there and while the acknowledgement she gave you then was nothing but a gruff scoff and quick smile, her demeanor towards you changed from then on.

You came to learn that she valued nothing more than hard work and dedication. You weren't some gifted player with natural-born talent with access to the best resources at your disposal. You were you—an Ionian who had worked their ass off from sun up to sun down to have any hopes of being the best player in the league.

As the clock wound down to the final five minutes, you checked the scoreboard. Sevika's penalty time would take you down to the final three and you only had to endure from there.

The Progressors took their timeout. You locked eyes with Sevika for two long seconds during the team huddle, who only gave you the faintest of nods, an action that only said “I got you.”

Your opponents kept up the pressure but laid off the dirty plays for the rest of the game. The message was loud and clear to them: fuck with you and they'd answer to Sevika.

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[professor-amaryllis]

It's a good one to be fair. A bit more creative than mine anyway, hah.

Nix my friend! I didn't know that you had an account here, or I suppose that you had planned on making one. It's good to see you. :)

oh hi amy! yeah casi bullied me into making one at work today... took all day to think of a name

[lifesteal-headcanons]

is he/her tmasc lesbian flamefrags too woke

WOKE lifesteal be like

[marcobodtseye]

Jean sketches, + Marco

[average-gay-walrus]

List of Beetlejuice things I own because I've just realized how insane(autistic) it is

-Beetlebear (Beetlejuice Build-A-Bear)

-Sandworm plush

-Beetlejuice cartoon T-shirt

-Beetlejuice movie T-shirt

-Beetlejuice musical hoodie

-Sandworm sweatshirt

-Beetlejuice loungefly backpack

-Beetlejuice Funko pop

-Beetlejuice Funko pop keychain

-Adam/Barbara/Handbook for the Recently Deceased spirt Halloween keychain (which is on the Beetlejuice loungefly backpack)

-Beetlejuice piggy bank (not a big but idk what else to call it)

-Beetlejuice musical bag

-Five Beetlejuice musical playbills

-Beetlejuice Christmas ornament

-Beetlejuice Halloween costume (which I still wear as normal clothes)

-Handmade Beetlejuice bracelet (that I'm matching with my mom with >:33)

-Beetlejuice gloves

-Beetlejuice beanie

-"Never Trust The Living" pin

-Beetlejuice patch

-Beetlejuice tin of candy (blue raspberry flavored >:3)

[professor-amaryllis]

If you have something to imply why not share?. I am, as unovans say, all ears.

Spent over an hour explaining the recent world championships to Amy but they didn't seem very appreciative. "I'm working right now. Casi I'm trying to concentrate. Go away." Unbelievable.

[star-racing]

I think having all the alteans be dead at the start of Voltron was a missed opportunity tbh, I know they were going for a sole survivor thing but I think it would've been so interesting to actually see Allura as a leader of her people for literally any amount of time

[whollyjoly]

okay so i saw this on my dash and although i wasnt tagged i just!! really wanted to do the thing!!

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs:

Julia by Mt. Joy

Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier

Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Moody Orange by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

Wonderful Nothing by Glass Animals

Hide by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

South London Forever by Florence + The Machine

Lips by The xx

Painkillers by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

tagging some people cause fuck yeah!! music is great!!

@thetangycheesemanwithaplan @kyellin @theredrenard @alost-traveler @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing @gourdita @1waveshortofashipwreck

and anyone else who sees this and is inspired like i was!!

happy listening loves 🥰

[professor-amaryllis]

:{ A photo is embedded. Dizzy Donphan Bar, Nimbasa. 12/13/23 8:20pm. }:

We find ourselves somewhere completely new now, dim lighting and a softer, more intimate atmosphere. A bar can be seen in the background, backlit and bringing patrons to order from the bartender. The light through the glittering, multicolored glass bottles shines an array of soft colors around the room, bathing everyone in a hazy rainbow.

The two people seem to have found themselves a tiny table tucked away in a cozy corner, just out of reach of the most of the crowd. Amy leans on the table, swirling a glass of a honey-amber liquid that catches the light and paying their attention fully to Nix as he signs something that cant quite be made out in a still image. There's another half drank amber liquid nearby Nix, and by the looks of the empty glasses in a few different shapes and sizes they're each a couple drinks in.

:{ Transcription ends. Why are we even here?? This wasn't in the agenda!! ':3 }:

[professor-amaryllis]

I think that this is a reasonable condition, once I get off this damned island we can plan something :)

smash or pass on casi's tall boytoy. nick or whatever, since we're talking about them all

You're all really trying to roll me into that polycule huh? I'm not opposed, but I think the invite has to come from them.

Nix, I think you mean. He's cute. I could see it working out, especially if he has a day where we can get him to femme it up a little bit.

[everyonehasthoughts]

I think my friends may shoot me in the head if I mention harvey specter again ft an image made when I wouldn't stop

[lifesteal-headcanons]

too many gay trans headcanons balancing it out with cis straight pentar he cant date men because he keeps eating them

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[professor-amaryllis]

That you believed that to be a likely definition for the term.

Wait, hold on. You were serious about the rock thing? I thought that you were saying this as a joke after the first time.

what part? that i didn't know the term?

the amount that i do not know continues to surprise... maybe 2 people? or maybe everyone who knows me