#this is getting longer than anticipated

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DPxDC Nobody Knows Au

I love nobody knows aus.

I love aus where danny flees to Gotham after a Bad Time with his parents.

So what if:

Sam moves to Gotham for college after graduation. Tucker has flown down from MIT over the semester break to spend the month with her. They've stayed very close knit.

They're having brunch at a small cafe maybe a week in, and suddenly Sam's hand darts across the table and grips his forearm so tight it hurts.

He startles and asks her what's wrong, but she doesn't answer. She's too busy staring across the room with a haunted look on her face. Tucker follows her gaze and goes cold and still with shock and disbelief.

They're both frozen because that? That looks like Danny.

Danny, their childhood best friend. Danny who came to their freshman year of high school a little different. Withdrawn.

Danny who kept pulling away and making excuses no matter how hard they tried to engage him, who looked more tired and ragged with every passing week.

Danny who disappeared without a trace shortly after he turned sixteen and who, though it largely went unspoken, they believed dead and gone forever.

"It's not," Tucker whispers weakly. "It can't be, right?"

The guy across the cafe is older than the kid they remember, of course. Around twenty, exactly how old they are. How old Danny should be. He's tall, tall like they and Jazz always assured Danny he would be once he hit a growth spurt and into his dad's genes.

His nails are painted and his ears are pierced and his hair is a little longer, but he sits in front of his papers and computer with eerily familiar bad posture and a pen tapping at his bottom lip like their Danny always did when he tried to focus.

He looks leagues healthier than their Danny did before he went missing.

He huffs a breath out of his nose and pokes his bottom lip out as he scowls at something on his screen, and before Tucker can even process the gut punch of such a familiar mannerism Sam is out of her chair and halfway across the cafe.

Tucker scrambles after her with half coherent protests.

He reaches the table as Sam slams herself down into the chair across from the doppelganger, the guy jerking in surprise and blinking up at his two unexpected guests with confusion and alarm.

Then, slowly, Tucker watches his face go pale and the confusion be replaced with dawning shock, recognition and something unreadable.

"Oh," Danny breathes.

[inaconstantstateofchange]

binggeyuan modern!AU based on this prompt where shen yuan and luo binghe live in the same apartment building, but have never met each other. SY is more-or-less his regular shut-in self, and keeps very odd hours, which means that he happens to be wide awake the first time LBH gets back to the apartment building at 3 a.m. after some manner of illicit activity and realizes he doesn't have his fucking entrance key. LBH hits one apartment number after another into the intercom, fully prepared to dazzle his way into getting one of them to open the door for him, but the intercom is old, and people come and go from this building often enough that most people don't bother getting it set up, and he's having no luck.

finally, just as he's about to give up and bully his way onto mobei-jun or sha hualing's couch for the night, someone picks up. he doesn't even remember which specific apartment number it was, he was just entering them mechanically. immediately, LBH pulls on his smoothest affect (sure the intercom has no video, only shitty, garbled audio, but that's no reason to let the universe catch you slipping) and prepares to give the sob story performance of his life. before he can even get a single word out, however, there's a crackly, almost indiscernible "Open!" and he hears the click of the entrance door unlocking before the intercom call is ended. he stares at the intercom for a minute, somewhat wrong-footed, but then shakes himself out of it in time to catch the door before it locks again.

SY, for his part, was broken out of a binge-reading spiral by the intercom call, and fully did not realize how late it had gotten. he assumed he had ordered something that was arriving earlier than expected, and kept an ear out for a knock on his front door from the delivery person for a few minutes, but then got sucked back into the target of his current literary criticism.

the next time LBH gets locked out, he starts in the general number range he remembers striking on the last time, and pays closer attention to the numbers this time. he's curious if his little philanthropist will be so accommodating again. SY orders a lot of packages, okay! the one time he didn't pick up the intercom he had to wait an extra three days for his ultra-rare, limited edition merch, which he will not be going through again. this time, though, when the intercom picks up, LBH is prepared. he starts talking immediately, playing up his stress at being locked out, how sorry he is to be a bother, and how much he really, really appreciates it. SY fully blue screens at this unanticipated display of emotions, blurts something out about how it's not problem and of course he's happy to help out a neighbor in need, then hangs up (after unlocking the entrance, of course). it is perhaps fortunate that the intercom has no video, and thus he can not see the look on LBH's face.

LBH gets more and more consistent pushy with his calls, curious how far this little philanthropist will go for him. he knows his apartment number, of course, he could just knock and introduce himself, but he'd rather let him come to him. LBH starts interjecting little questions here and there, trying to glean any information about his mysterious benefactor. SY, meanwhile, is lighting a daily candle for this poor little bun somewhere in his building, who has truly the worst luck in the entire world! who ever heard of a gang of pickpockets stealing someone's keys not once, but twice in the same week!

LBH gets comfortable with the state of things — as ever, too comfortable. nothing good can last forever. one night, after a long and utterly shitty day, for the first time in ages, he loses his key for real. he's tried to avoid reaching out to SY at any time when he's not 100% in control of himself, but there's nothing for it. he punches in the numbers for the unit he knows by heart at this point, and when it picks up, he sighs tiredly, and waits for SY to speak first. after a moment of silence, the call drops, and the door remains locked. LBH is almost shaken entirely out of his malaise. not even a word? he puts SY's apartment number in again, but this time it doesn't even pick up. he stares at the intercom in unpleasant shock for a few minutes, then punches the wall next to it and leaves. he spends the night on mobei-jun's uncomfortably small couch, staring unseeing at the ceiling above him. at least the other man doesn't ask him any questions.

their easy rapport broken, SY starts to worry when he hasn't heard from his unfortunate little neighbor — maybe he's moved out? hopefully to a place with a more accommodating security system... after a full week, his worry ramps up even higher. he wants to believe his neighbor just found a system to keep track of his keys that works for him, but statistically, it seems unlikely. feeling like the most awkward, overstepping idiot on the planet, he scribbles off a few short notes, and sticks one by the the intercom, one by the mailboxes, and one in the laundry room. his neighbor will have to go at least one of those places, certainly?

to my keyless neighbor - hope you're well! i was worried- if you ever need me, you know where to reach me. you weren't a bother- - XX4

the next time LBH stops by the apartment (he's been avoiding it by couch-hopping as much as possible, to the great aggravation of his friends) he carefully avoids looking at the intercom. as such, it's actually sha hualing who spots the note first. (she bullied her way into an invite to make LBH actually go home.) she crows out a harsh laugh, snatching the note off the wall and holding it up dramatically, cackling about "rom-com shit". LBH isn't really paying attention, until he catches a glimpse of the apartment number at the bottom. eyes flashing, he snatches the note out of her hand, and reads it over once, and then again. after a moment, he turns to sha hualing, and tells her to go home, that he's got plans, actually. she gapes at him for a moment, then scoffs and turns on her heel, flipping him off as she goes. whatever! she didn't want to babysit his mopey ass any longer anyway!

LBH spends a few frozen moments running over his options, torn between calling right now just to see if his philanthropist will pick up this time, and giving himself a chance to freshen up, and maybe make a good enough showing for himself that whatever it was that caused him to be ignored before will never happen again. ultimately, he decides on the latter, but rushes through all his preparations as much as he can while maintaining sufficient attention to detail. he wishes he had the materials to make something truly spectacular, but his apartment is showing his absence over the past week. he settles on a meal that just barely feels sufficient, and finds himself more anxious than he can remember being in years at this point, staring at his philanthropist's apartment door, two levels below his.

he raises his fist to knock, tentatively at first, too quiet to hear, and then once more, louder. a muffled voice comes through the door, and a few moments later, it cracks open to reveal a man just a bit shorter than him, with a rumpled shirt that looks like it has just been haphazardly thrown on and hair that might not have been brushed in days. he's... really cute.

LBH and SY just kind of stare at each other, frozen, for a bit, until LBH proffers the food he's brought, and SY's archaic etiquette subroutines kick in, and he invites LBH in before he can even think about. his immediate wince makes it clear he had not meant to do that, but LBH is not above making a situation work to his advantage, and graciously accepts, stepping into the somewhat cluttered apartment before SY can recover from his slip-up. they still have not exchanged names.

ultimately, they get themselves figured out. LBH introduces himself, and SY follows suit. there's a beat of silence as they both realize that this does not actually clear up anything about how they know each other. LBH finds the words to explain his own part in this are slow to come, so he finally just hands the note, neatly folded, to SY. SY's face colors, but he overcomes it to fussily poke at LBH about how worried he was, when the other just disappeared! LBH stops for a second, hearing that, then slowly responds that it was SY who cut him off first. SY gapes at him, then demands to know when he did a thing like that! he set his intercom call sound to caramelldansen and max volume so he'd be sure not to miss it!

LBH gives him the date, and SY flushes again, then looks away, muttering something unflattering about a "qingge". LBH feels a wash of jealousy, that he's misread the situation and SY is already spoken for, but SY goes on to explain that he had been stuck overnight at the hospital - for nothing major! pretty routine actually! - and the friend that was staying with him must have picked up, then hung up when he couldn't figure out who was calling.

LBH sits back, somewhat at a loss. so it... wasn't because SY was tired of him? SY sputters, waving his hands about. absolutely not! he might be slightly forgetful, but binghe is clearly a wonderful young man and it's not like SY has much else going on in his life!

LBH determines to himself then and there that the only way to ensure such a thing does not happen again is to make sure that he is the one staying with SY the next time he's in the hospital.

[dinxieyinxie]

based on original

I should make more sninx shitposts theyre so fun to make ahahahah

The background was supposed to be somewhere in Hogwarts but I got lazy 🤷‍♂️

[spiral-cut]

DecembHyur 2023 Day XIII: Trust

FT. @allyennah | @icehearts | @ahollowgrave | @sealrock | @escherstrange-ffxiv | @soulroot | @primamchorus

I typically like to include other people's characters in these annual hyur prompts for an entry or two. It's become a tradition after doing it for three years so thank you for lending me your beautiful blorbos!

[kenconffetti]

He wasn't mentally prepared 😭🙏🙏 (x)

[shanastoryteller]

dead boy detectives fic progress report: 6k

[macabre-discotheque]

Some Miss Hecate-related Observations about the Pendog Creative Library

Hello you!! So for a while I've been keeping my eyes on this arg! The website has finally launched and I implore you to go take a gander yourself, and even support @withkindereyes and @pendogpuppets!!

okay now let's get into the nitty gritty

Rambling under the cut cause this might be a long one lmao

Miss Hecate. Missy Prissy Hecate.

Out of the characters in the PCL, Hecate here is the one we know the least about, we don't know when she was created, just that she predates Maisy the Mutt (1930's), and any media we have of her is either defaced or a lucky find with strange circumstances.

About The Artists

In almost all of the submissions about Hecate in the Library, the artists are either missing, dead, or unlisted.

Dan Hook & Milton Crane, the artist and writer behind the storybook both have little to no work before the Hecate Storybook and seemed to disappear without a trace.

Robert Webber, the painter behind "Hecate Painting" describes a strange experience that happened just before painting the piece and is listed as having gone missing on the eve of his 75th birthday.

Nathan Bery, the artist behind "Woman in her Thoughts" describes a dream he had that inspired the painting. It is not listed what happened to Nathan but he is referred to in the past tense.

Milford Sykes, the painter behind "Unnamed Work", the piece was only found after his death among his finished works but is the only one that appears to be finished.

There is no artist listed behind Miss Hecate's model sheet, the copyright is blotched out with ink. All we can garner is that this was produced in 1950 and may be one of many model sheets as it's listed as "#28."

This happens again in "Hecate Drawing," as it was received by an anonymous donor who simply claimed it was relevant to the PCL's search for Hecate-related media.

No artist is listed once again for the Hecate Cigarettes ad and it is listed that no artistic depictions of her exist before the 1950s. I tried to identify the font used but if any of you happen to know what it is or if it's a custom font, do tell!!

Image retrieved from the PCL

Ick@ck and the FoundFinders

Ick@ck and the FoundFinders worked with the Pendog Library in restoring and preserving what media they could find of all these characters, there used to be a link for their site but was removed due to an incident we will be discussing later on.

In the Museum Trip update we finally get some more mention about Hecate and how the R.W Winfield Library (presumably anyway) had some information about her. Presumably these were added to the site and then an update where the site was having issues but were promptly fixed for an unknown reason.

"But John!! What's the deal with Hecate and Ick@ack??" I hear you ask? Well, in the description for "Hecate Drawing," where there would be an artist listed and a bit of history on the before and after of said artist. It simply takes a turn into honoring Ick@ck, pointing out how he was a huge fan of Miss Hecate and went to great lengths on finding any media he could alongside FoundFinders about Hecate.

What happened? Well you see, in the update "Exciting News!" Penny M states that Ick@ck and co have managed to recover a lost tape of an original Hecate cartoon, presumably dating many artistic renditions in or after 1950. The team decided to host a party for such a find and to watch the tape, however in the update "Halloween" Penny M was unable to attend the party due to a sickness. In the next updates "Emergency," and "Hiatus", we get some detail on what happened.

On October 31, 2023(?), Ick@ck and several of his friends died under circumstances that were not disclosed to the public. Rumors and speculation have presumably gone around about what happened but Penny M did not wish to share for the sake of not giving these rumors any weight.

Miss Hecate

While we know very little about Miss Hecate herself, the circumstances surrounding her media and what little we can find of her seem to result in strange or terrifying things happening. All the artists past 1950 who either died, went missing, or are undocumented all together, Ick@ck's death.

Her profile especially is very different from the rest. While everyone else has proper profile pictures and even some file to showcase their voices, Hecate's profile is the only one that's disturbed.

With the heavily compressed illustration of her, to the mentioning of the poor condition of her voice line (and the lack of a file but that might be a mistake), and everything else.

Yeah it's kind of a no-brainer, something's up with this lady but realistically, we'd have to wait. Which I personally am more than happy to do!!

If you've got your own theories or observations, feel free to put them down below in the reblogs!!

[im-only-here-for-the-fandom]

Dc x Dp prompt? idea? story? whatever: Ghost Library

the ship is danny x jason (dead on main) but it could work as jazz x jason (anger management)

old dusty corners of a public library are considered some of the most liminal places that exist, they become even more liminal based on how old they are and how thin the veil(how liminal) is in the city/town it is located in.

Gotham city and Amity park happen to be extremely liminal places.

so when (insert your preferd age)-year old jason todd goes in gotham’s public library to hide from his criminal dad and drugged up mom and indulge in his love of literature, he decides to go into the furthest corner of library, a corner that the librarian never checks.

In the Amity park public library where n-year old danny fenton hid from his bullies/parents (or he was dragged there by his sister) he decides to find a book about stars and then hide in the most secluded corner of library to avoid people as much as he can.

both boys being in doubly extreme liminal spaces, as they try to leave find themselves in strange library that they have never seen before, they end up bumping into each other and become fast friends bonding over their family situations and their love for their chosen hobbies.

they wander around this strange library for unknown amount of time, hours?days?weeks? they don’t know, but as they explore and fight against sentient books, going into stories and experiencing different lives, their bond gets stonger.

until one day? a floating figure appears before them( the librarian? ghostwriter?), telling them they shouldn’t be here and sends them back to their respective libraries. the boys find out they had only been gone for an hour or so (or any amount of time you prefer).

they go back to library the next day and manage to go into the strange library again and this time they learn how to get out too. and they keep meeting up day after day after day.

until some time (years?) later jason starts going less and less, and then he suddenly stops never appearing again.

danny is devastated, and keeps going and searching in the Other library in hopes of finding jason, but after his accident he too stops going to the library.

it is only years later that a resurrected jason goes into the library to look for danny but despite looking for a long while he doesn’t find him.

its only when danny moves to gotham for college/work that they finally reunite.

could also have amnesiac!jason both are good.

please add to this i would love to see what you add

[pressure-escapee-au]

is anyone questioning why a fish is working at a pizza place?

In which Sebastian's coworkers try and figure out why he is a fish

[adalinda-selwyn]

𝑨𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒘𝒚𝒏

⚘ The Heroine of Hogwarts ⚘

𓆩⟡𓆪 Basic Info 𓆩⟡𓆪

Name: Adalinda Marie Selwyn, although she pronounces her name more like Adalin (Ah-duh-lin). Her most popular nickname is Ada (Ah-duh)

Title(s): The Heroine of Hogwarts

Birthday: March 12th, 1875

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: British and Chinese

𓆩⟡𓆪 Appearance 𓆩⟡𓆪

Hair Style: Slightly wavy hair, usually worn down but sometimes put in a makeshift ponytail, especially in tense situations

Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black

Eye Color: Dark brown

Skin Tone: Warm beige

Body Type: Slightly toned from running around protecting the Scottish Highlands

Height: 5’4” or around 163 cm

Clothing Style: Dresses practically in the sense that skirts are off limits when planning on taking down any enemies. Enjoys wearing skirts and cute outfits. Otherwise, will wear anything she finds in order to make a bizarre outfit for her own amusement.

Accessories:

Always wears her necklace with its emerald pendant

When she wears gloves, they are black and preferably fingerless so she can still firmly grip her wand

𓆩⟡𓆪 Magic 𓆩⟡𓆪

Blood Status: Unknown

House: Slytherin

Wand: Hornbeam, Dragon Heartstring, Surprisingly Swishy, Twelve and a half inches

Special Ability: Ancient magic - mostly known by others because of the thunderstorms she can summon

Patronus: Nightjar

Polyjuice: Clearspring green, tastes like a mix of lemongrass and mint

Amortentia: Chamomile, Freshly cut lilacs, Nectarine, Old books

Boggart: Jeers, or even worse, silence of loved ones directed at her from cloaked figure(s)

𓆩⟡𓆪 Academics 𓆩⟡𓆪

Best subject: DADA

Favorite subject: DADA and COMC

Favorite teacher: Hecat, Sharp, and Garlick

Worst subject: Divination

Least favorite subject: Transfiguration and History of Magic

Least favorite teacher: Binns

As a student:

Almost always arrives just in the nick of time

Somehow balanced saving the Wizarding World and schoolwork during fifth-year

Teacher’s pet despite not trying to be one (it's because she always wants to show the professor her appreciation for them, so she thanks them after every lesson)

𓆩⟡𓆪 Personality 𓆩⟡𓆪

Traits: Compassionate, loyal, protective, strategic, resilient, self-sacrificing, energetic (due to either too much or not enough sleep), sarcastic (rudely sarcastic when upset), rash (when already angry), “motherly”, overbearing, overthinker

Likes: Winter (as long as she’s bundled up, otherwise it’s Fall/Autumn), sleeping (despite lacking it basically 24/7), sweets or food in general (put anything in front of her and she will practically inhale it), cooking, reading, watching the sky, playing the piano, lighting things on fire, dueling Sebastian, hyping up her friends

Dislikes: Seeing her loved ones upset or in pain, smelling/feeling dirty, roaches, flies (she will go out of her way to kill it, same thing applies for mosquitos)

Fears: Being abandoned, becoming bad, roaches (will kill it but freak out while doing so)

MBTI: ISFJ-T (The Defender)

Zodiac: Pisces sun, taurus moon, sagittarius ascending

𓆩⟡𓆪 Relationships 𓆩⟡𓆪

Parents: Mr. Selwyn and Mrs. Selwyn (Presumed dead) (No, her dad is not Silvanus Selwyn)

Relatives: None were ever mentioned

Paternal Figure: Professor Fig (Deceased)

Love Interest: She needs time to sort out her own life before getting around to her love life.

Friends (in chronological order from first to most recent): Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Natsai (Natty) Onai, Lucan Brattleby, Garreth Weasley, Poppy Sweeting, Amit Thakkar, Adelaide Oakes, Imelda Reyes (took a second to warm up to her), Leander Prewett (didn't like him for a hot minute)

Acquaintances (in closeness from first to last): Anne Sallow, Lenora Everleigh, Nellie Oggspire, Samantha Dale, Nerida Roberts, Arthur Plummly, Richard Jackdaw

Pet(s): Tayla (and any magical creature rescued that really doesn't want to go back into nature)

Tayla is a tawny owl that was formerly the school's

Around turning 13 weeks old, she watched Adalinda barge into the Owlery to find field guide pages

Tayla followed Adalinda out and around the school. When Adalinda realized Tayla wouldn't leave, she got permission from (passionately begged) Professor Fig to keep and name her

[waltzing-rats]

HELLO THERE KNY PEEPS

(Why did Tumblr desaturate my pic so drastically?? Hello?? I swear he isnt actually grey)

( @trippygalaxy ws art yahoo)

[onethousxndvoices]

What inspired you to make hi fi rush overdrive?

the short answer: catastrophic levels of hyperfixation and an equal amount of hubris. this comic is a cry for help /j

the long answer: i really freakin like this game and wanted to create something tangible to show my love for it.

hi-fi rush is one of those games that completely captivated me in a way that most other media doesn't. everything about it was absolutely charming from start to finish and it altered my way of viewing art in a way only one other series has done for me before (mob psycho 100, if anybody's curious). it singlehandedly pulled me out of art block and for the first time in a while, it inspired me to want to do more with my art than what i'd previously done.

i guess in a sense, i'd been wanting to challenge myself to make something bigger for a while, and HFR just kinda waltzed into my life at just the right time. the sequel potential for this game is absolutely INSANE and i really wanted to take a crack at my interpretation of a hypothetical "Hi-Fi Rush 2" while we all waited for the real thing to come along (that original motive's obviously dead in the water now, fuck microsoft etc. etc.)

at first, overdrive was just a lot of "lmao wouldn't it be funny if ___" discussion in discord with my friends, and for a while i was happy with just leaving it at that. but time went on and more and more things started falling into place and suddenly i'm sitting in front of my pc at 3 in the morning staring at a bunch of character design drafts and 80+ pages of script and counting. i kinda just blinked and it manifested into existence LMAO

needless to say it's been a really fun journey so far, i've grown so much as an artist in the past few months of working on this alone and i'm learning by leaps and bounds with basically every page i finish. this is my very first webcomic (and honestly comic in general, i've only ever done illustration up til now) and it's 1000% me biting off way more than i can probably chew, but i adore this game and this community and i want to continue doing my part to contribute to the fanbase and keep the love for HFR alive. the story that's taken form in my notes is honest to god one of my proudest works and i'm really excited to get it out there to share with yall :)

(also, blame @batgirlteeth for enabling me. the screenshots that started it all.)

[liamthemailman]

"my smile's not weird right?"

doodled ace being happy and safe for once (held at gunpoint by Soap)

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

hcs for 60s riddler with a henchmen/goon s/o?

Just started wacthing 60s batman stuff and just

I love him so much hes so silly

"Yes, Boss? <3" 60s Riddler x Henchmen!Reader

Yessss very cute! I have such soft feelings about 60s riddler because he's so fun. I can't stay mad at him.

TW: slightly suggestive

It started as a for-hire gig. You needed the money and he needed an extra hand. He couldn't exactly do all the heavy lifting himself, after all! He's doing more than half the work via his brilliant brain!

At this point in his career, he's used to at least one of his goons (usually a woman) swooning over Batman and his infuriatingly narrow view of justice and righteousness in every heist. Even when they've outright flirted with him! When you seem interested in him and you don't fall for those boy scout charms... That piques his interest.

Even after the first heist goes bust, you come back. That never happens to him! Normally you're all so disposable and you don't want to be involved in a life of crime after turning tables with him, bla bla, some boring drivel- But he notes you further. Then you actually tried to answer his riddle. You got it wrong, but...

It was enough that he focused his attentions and affections towards you shortly after. Twirling you against him and placing a peck against your cheek and whispering sweet nothings as he smoke-bombs the dynamic duo. A daring escape is fitting for just the two of you, no? It's more romantic that way.

Nothing really keeps you apart. His grand mannerisms, his, quite frankly, bat shit ridiculous plans, jail... You two end up meeting in the middle again and again. It eventually gets to the point that he purposely makes sure you get out and not arrested so you can "take care" of his things. Surely this is a grand gesture that doesn't escape your notice. Trust. Vulnerability.

Before you know it, you're staying at his place. He could have waxed poetic on how much he enjoys your company and made puns to poke fun at it. Yet he just smiles and tells you to stay as long as you want. Not-so-subtly encourages you to bring more and more of your things over.

Of course he knows how it looks. The implications of it. Let them talk, pretty thing. You were "his" the moment you took that first job. Anyone who can't see that is a dullard undeserving of your time. He already has a fun little heist set up if anyone gives you grief for it...! He was thinking... sticking their feet to the floor while stealing all their valuables. Get you something nice!

You're no longer a henchman. You're his equal, his partner and the one he'd run away with at a moment's notice. Of course, if you wanted to still call him boss and follow his every order... He won't complain! And then you get that huge laugh, cracking himself up.

[atwhughesversion]

hello :) if you have more fil lore to share i would love to hear it 🫶

oh my god yes i do!! buckle in bc i love this czech man and his gorgeous beard and this post got a little long.

first, here is fil being smiley with his former teammate fil (fun fact: filip zadina is who the red wings picked instead of quinn hughes in the draft, allowing the canucks to get quinn.):

source

second, while i can only add one video, here is a link to one minute of fil and his dog (the photos below are from this vid)

fun facts about hronek:

idk if you’ve seen the clip but during one of the last games of the season, when the canucks were beating the flames 3-0, the hot mic picked up on fil shouting “you have holidays in two days” to the flames bench

he scored a goal off of a 107.9mph shot last season which is insane and i need him to do it again

quinn literally loves him:

“I thought we were going to be a very good tandem, but we’ve been way better than I could’ve pictured us being. He’s helped me so much.” [source]

“(I) probably haven’t played with a player as good as him. He’s really skilled, can move the puck, can see things, can defend, can skate…they wanted to maybe split us up but I’m happy we’re together.” [source]

“Maybe he’s not comfortable around the media, which is fine. But around us, he’s like one of my favourite teammates ever. He’s not quiet, but he’s not loud. He wants to work with me and I want to work with him.” [source]

fil vs the media:

literally gonna be a rivalry for the ages now that he’s signed a long-term deal w us and i kinda can’t wait.

backstory: hronek is quite reserved and isn’t super comfortable in front of the media, as is his right. at his exit interview this season, jeff paterson got into it with him because fil denied that he had an injury and jeff wanted him to say that he did on the record lmao. this conversation starts at around 2:25 of this video:

hronek: i mean, you named it. like, first half of the year i was producing, second half i was not.

paterson: and why was that?

hronek, my sassy king: um, why? if i know the answer, i probably would do something different.

paterson: were you playing through an injury?

hronek: ?? no

paterson, about to make his way onto my bad side: like, we gave you your space all year; we’re just trying to ask a few questions at this stage

hronek: well what do you want me to say?

paterson: i just, i was curious about where the production-

hronek: what do you want me to say on—like, on the injury, if i didn’t have injury, what do you want me to say? i said no.

[cue awkward silence until a different reporter starts talking to soucy]

now, fast forward a little while: he still hadn’t re-signed, and vancouver media was doing vancouver media things (speculating about how he probably hates it here and there’s no way he can be a canuck if he doesn’t like doing media and he probably wants to go to a more lowkey city etc etc.) when, low and behold, he signed an 8-year contract extension. One of his quotes?

"I guess I'm going to have to do more media for 8 more years. It's going to be fun." [source]

him and jeff paterson are gonna be bffs by like november 2027.

also, filip on vancouver as a market/canucks fans:

“I like it. It’s nice when people like it and they enjoy the hockey and they’re supporting us, so, it’s a lot of fun.” [source]

some fil pics:

baby fil:

[fairyarmour]

omg omg the sword fighter Peach art is so cool!!!! please if you have time, a sword fighter Daisy to go with her would be incredible!!!!

Since you asked so nicely 💜

Women enjoyers, come get your food :3c

[Princess Peach]

A bunch of rambling of the thought process:

So these are stage costumes of characters that the gals are then wearing, so I decided against changing the coat to Daisy colours since it’s not any sort of Peach colours either, with the thought that whatever role they have they’re a team (with an initial rivalry-like introduction of Daisy winning in their first duel to show off skill (and bc I think that’d be rad as hell. Love a confident woman w a sword)). Similarly, Peach’s waistcoat can be read as a deep pink so I made Daisy’s a deep orange aka brown, and her earring flowers have orange centres to match it like Peach’s are red to match her waist coat. If I were to change the coat colours, I’d probably invert the outer layer and the lining colours. We love character mirrors in this house 💖 Daisy’s ascot brooch would still be the same as canon I think, and she gets a large daisy in her hat instead of a rose for readability on stage while still being in a close read to Peach. Also bc it’s stage costumes, all the crimes I have committed against swords types are fine and I am not going to sweat those details. They’re rapiers but they’re sabres but they’re short swords, sowwy.

Also also whether or not the princess of Sarassaland origin to Daisy got retconned, it’s at min a hc I vibe with and I wanted to give her different features to Peach so there. Though I wasn’t sure on changing her eye colour from canon, but if I draw her more I might experiment with some brown or amber colours? Or green but you know, brown eyes are underrated. And she’s taller than Peach but poses here made it less noticeable unless you notice that absolute stance in the bottom art lmao.

And if u read all that, thank u and enjoy this bonus full lineart of the silhouette pose that I did before deciding it was more readable with the overall composition without lines: