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@leschanceux
who's gonna save me now? some kind of hero? - an independent & selective multimuse rp blog, translated lovingly by birdie! ( she / her or they / them. )
keeping his composure on the ice was something that, for years, he had been known for. under the most intense of pressures and shane had never had a moment where he'd cracked. the ice is where he lived and breathed - for better or for worse. but today, today there are nerves and he's not sure the exact reason why. or maybe he does, but he can't bring himself to admit it. camp had started the same way that he started every single camp that he's ever been a part of, a couple of lazy laps on his own just to get himself into his own head; to become the shane hollander that has broken records, won cups and become a force.
he gets along well enough with the rest of the team, or so he thinks - he's still unsure about some but there's work to be done everywhere. the rookies are interested in listening to him whenever they throw a question in his direction, and he's happy to answer as long as everything stays hockey related. hayes is welcoming, makes shane feel comfortable almost immediately. and of course ilya is happy to have him there.
but there's a distance that he keeps between himself and one player. he's not sorry for the multitude of walls that goes up, not just metaphorically either considering that he'd gone out of his way to put the entire locker room between them when they'd been changing earlier.
that same player is currently standing in front of him now and shane levels a look across the short distance between them. troy barrett is not who shane wants to speak with right now, tolerated for ilya's sake and ... well, that's really it. ❛❛ maybe try one of the rookies, ❜❜ he says, voice monotone even more so than usual while he pushes off; skate gliding across the ice as he goes to move past him.
it's probably only professionalism that's saving troy from a lot of shit right now. most of the others are cordial, if not friendly, at this point, and news about dallas and his impending trial is still rampant in hockey media circles, and it seems to be common knowledge that troy is expecting to be called up to testify thanks to their very public falling out. his father has finally stopped trying to harass him into having contact, so things are kind of looking up for this season. he's glad; he's always found peace on the ice, the scrape of his blades and the tap of his stick having been the soundtrack to his life since he was tiny and his dad had cared about something other than winning ( and sure, troy likes to win - who doesn't? - but since he's escaped those rotten influences that had kept him in toronto for far too long, he's realised that winning with a team of shitty people around you is far less of an accomplishment than losing with a team of good people ).
he doesn't expect forgiveness or people to forget the person he was in toronto --- wyatt's seen the worst side of him, for one. ryan price was a victim of him and dallas. they made comments about rozanov and hollander in front of both wyatt and ryan, so he's pretty sure that the comments they'd made in the guardians' locker room had gotten back to the centaurs. he's not really surprised that shane is avoiding him if that's the case, but he'd like the opportunity to clear the air a little, apologise ( probably for reasons that are purely selfish ).
so he approaches. he invades the exclusion zone hollander seems to have set up around himself, ignores the glances and murmurs from the others, and he approaches.
he wants to scuff his skates against the ice awkwardly like a scolded midgets player, but he doesn't. he flicks a glance toward where harris is stood by the bench, leaning over to talk to weibe with his phone in his hand ( probably filming something the younger group are doing, from the looks of the angle ). "i don't want to ask the rookies," he begins as he straightens his spine, looks shane right in the eye with the tiniest amount of stubbornness, well aware of how he probably sounds ( he doesn't consider himself to be too good to practice with the rookies, but he's deliberately sought hollander out today to try and bridge the divide between them after things in the locker room had gotten tense earlier ), "i asked you. it's one drill."
~ @leschanceux || cont'd from x ~
"It's okay. I'll do the yoga after. I won't force you to watch my creaky bones trying to get through it." Eric grins, moving to the curtains to look out at the weather. He's not good when he's away from home, hates the disruption to his routine. Exercising is the one thing that makes him feel grounded.
"How about we do a few laps of the park, and then we can go get smoothies after?" He slips into his trainers, eyes fixing on Scott. "You good? Did you sleep okay?"
"You're a saint," Scott says dryly, finally getting out of bed to snag a clean shirt from his hold-all. Wrestling it over his head with all the co-ordination of a disoriented toddler, he checks his reflection for a second to make sure that his hair isn't doing anything wild ( not that it'll matter much at this point in the morning ).
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan." A single lap of the park is a decent distance, so a few laps should be a good run --- especially before the day heats up the way the weather forecast has been threatening. "Slept okay," he confirms with a nod, lacing his own sneakers up, "---but I miss my own pillow. How'd you sleep? Mattress okay for those creaky bones?"
@leschanceux sent : "thanks ... for uh, not killing me." ( from breezy! )
"you messed up - it happens. besides , he was baiting you and he's damn good at it y'know? i ended up punching him once." ilya rozanov enjoyed starting a fight on the ice : THAT WAS COMMON KNOWLEDGE , even scott had fallen into that trap once or twice so no , he wasn't going to chew breezy out. well , not too much , anyway.
"look - you're damn good at what you do so try to focus on that. there's always going to be an asshole like rozanov on the ice , i know it's easier said than done but you gotta try to ignore him. don't let him psych you out , y'know?"
"he wasn't... baiting me, exactly. he didn't really say anything except that my mom hit him harder in her bedroom." it makes him flush to say out loud - and to remember how much it had fired him up on the ice during the game. he chews at his already split lip, regretting it when the taste of metal fills his mouth ( he deserves it ). "i... said something about his mom. that's when he lost it, so it's my fault." and damn, he feels bad about it.
"i think i might just be good at being an asshole." he's suddenly overtaken by the urge to call his mom, beg her to come pick him up like he's ten and desperate to escape alex linnet's birthday sleepover because there were weird noises in the too-dark house. "---i'm psyching myself out."
Let's get rough : Prompts for manhandling and other rough situations
(Throat) - sender grabs reciever by their throat
(jaw) - sender takes hold of recievers jaw harshly
(wrist) - sender has hold of recievers wrist / wrists
(twist) - sender twists reciever's arms behind their back
(bind) - sender restrains reciever with item of choice
(pull) - sender pulls reciever roughly to them
(drag) - sender drags reciever to / away from something
(hair) - sender pulls or controls receiver by their hair
(pin) - sender pins reciever to the wall
(knife) - sender uses a knife against reciever as a threat
(nick) - sender nicks reciever with a knife
(push) - sender pushes reciever roughly
(eyes) - sender forces receiver to look at them
(neck) - sender grabs the back of reciever's neck
(smack) -sender slaps reciever
(grip) - sender grabs reciever by their shirt
(gag) - sender forces reciever to stay quiet (with hand or with a gag)
(strike) - sender hits reciever with their hand or other item
(kneel) - sender forces reciever to kneel
she is actually smiling as she takes the pen and, very carefully, writes the new items in english. he said any language was fine, but she wanted to practice. at his further prompting, her smiled shuttered as she looked up. ' grapes are fun? ' she said, and it came out like a question. she'd let down some sort of expectation, hadn't she? had shane been looking for a different answer? no. she took a breath, and shook her head a little as if to clear it. shane wouldn't be mad at her for wanting a different snack than he had expected. ' can we get the cotton candy grapes? ' she'd seen them the last time she was at the store with uncle ilya. they sounded fun.
her penmanship is really coming along --- which is not something shane can really comment on, bearing in mind that his own handwriting looks like a third grader's ( worse, sometimes ). "of course grapes are fun, lapinou," he says gently, adopting ilya's bunny nickname for sofya, "i just wondered if you wanted candy as well as fruit. it's okay if you do, and it's okay if you don't." most kids would've asked for candy, though. "if we see cotton candy grapes at the store, we can pick some up," he agrees, despite his internal grimace at the idea of the potential for genetically modified fruit entering his home ( he'll have to google it sneakily when sofya goes to grab her shoes ). "your uncle wants chips and a frozen pizza, and i want to add spinach and chicken to the list too. do you have anything you want for dinner this week?"
@caphollander said “Somebody looks tired now.” -
"time difference," carter yawns, "how come you're so perky? no way you slept solidly on that mattress, it was like sleeping on a fucking rock." that, and carter's feet had been hanging off the end of the too-short bed all night. "i swear to god, i'm going to need extra pt sessions when we get back to new york. d'you think this is a russian plot to take out the competition, and they're all laughing it up in some hotel with decent beds somewhere?"
@caphollander said ‘ hey, hey. sit down. deep breaths. ’ -
it's only really her current breathless state that's keeping ruby from just screaming into the space between them. she's had to settle for pulling on the end of her braid instead, the pain in her scalp a welcome distraction from her own stupidity. sitting down seems like it might be a good idea, though --- especially since her lack of breath has made her legs feel kind of jellyish. she's still pulling on her hair as she sinks down to sit on the floor, pressing her face into her knees in an effort to block everything and everybody out.
what were the lyrics to that old song her dad could never resist yelling along to whenever it came up on the car's playlist? oh, yeah...
it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
luca kissed him back. luca kissed him back! bas felt a riot of butterflies erupt from his stomach, his heart flipping in his chest. luca kissed him back. someday, between now and around ten years in the future, it seemed like kissing would become normal for them. bas was sure he had a stupid, lovesick smile lifting the corners of his lips, but he couldn't bring himself to care. luca haas kissed him, had leaned into the kiss. if bas stood up, he would float a foot off the floor, too happy to stay earthbound.
' oh, yeah. they all know. mama says she saw it during the playoffs. the way i looked at you. ' his mother had been gracious enough not to bring it up until after they'd been knocked out of the playoffs, letting bas focus on the series against montreal and then new york. and yet she swore that during game three against montreal, she'd seen the way his eyes found luca and stuck there, that a mother just knew.
and then three words. i love you. ' you love me. ' it wasn't a question. luca had never lied to him before. if luca said he loved bas, then bas believed him. ' i love you. ' words he never thought he would be able to say to luca, he'd assumed they would live in his own head forever. ' the dutch store? ' he was, after all, very easy to distract with food. ' we haven't gone yet. we were going to go today. we still go in the future? ' they had a usual grocery store, it seemed. it felt domestic, like they had built a life together.
maybe the kiss was a mistake. maybe it's changed the way things should've gone, but luca can't bring himself to care about that right now. this bastian is very much still his bastian; he tastes the same, feels the same, even smells the same. he can't resist leaning in to press his lips to the edge of that kiss-drunk grin, his own smile small and soft as he lets a wave of emotions crash over him like waves on the sand at a beach.
"that doesn't surprise me." it'll probably be one of those stories that gets bought up at their wedding, actually --- right after their parents run a slideshow of their most embarrassing baby photos. he can't believe he'd ever been so oblivious as to not notice the way bas had looked at him in the beginning, but to his credit, he'd noticed not too long after ( the after of the plane incident had been a pretty clear indicator of their mutual emotions ).
for the record, his mother had clocked them the first time they'd facetimed together.
"i love you," he confirms, watching bas' expression closely. i love you. "is that the first time you've ever said that?" he's not teasing --- he's genuinely curious. "yeah, the dutch store. we go a lot - the owners are like family now, they love us. they have a really good selection of things there too." he gets up, leaves briefly to retrieve his paper bag of goodies. "i got... some bread rolls, some edam spread, some chicken kroketten for the freezer, some salami, some chocomel and a breakfast cake. oh! and they gave me a pack of raisin buns for free today. do you have hagelslag? i didn't pick any up because we had some already, but..."
@leschanceux sent a text from Shane: [ text; ilya ]; did i remember to kiss you goodbye?
Shane did, in fact, kiss Ilya goodbye. But the Russian will be damned if he's going to tell his husband that!
[text ➡ Jane] No. [text ➡ Jane] You have abandoned me, Hollander. [text ➡ Jane] left alone and unkissed by my husband [text ➡ Jane] withering away in darkness. [text ➡ Jane] none know suffering like I do [text ➡ Jane] Best to come back and make it right
[ text; Lily ]; Fuck, I'm sorry.
[ text; Lily ]; I thought I came to say goodbye when I grabbed my keys? Maybe that was yesterday.
[ text; Lily ]; I'll make it up to you later, I promise. I can't come home right now, I have that brand meeting Mom set up.
[ text; Lily ]; Why are you in the dark? Turn the lights on?
{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} yes because he is my rival so i have to keep eyes on him like hawk
{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} he has good head yes Luca well done
{{ text to: my favorite rookie }} California??? too hot. too many salads and plastic surgery. boring.
[ text; Cap 🫣 ]; 'rival'? is that what we call it now?
[ text; Cap 🫣 ]; i meant he has a nice face
[ text; Cap 🫣 ]; i've never been but it sounds kind of fun? and they have theme parks!
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘:
some sentence prompts to say to muses with anxiety. trigger warning for mention of self harm.
“ hey, hey - it’s okay. calm down, you’re safe. “
“ you’re going to be alright, just breathe okay ? “
“ let’s take a deep breath together, okay ? one, two, three, four … “
“ shhh, you’re alright, you’re safe. i promise. “
“ hey, don’t hurt yourself. give me your hands. “
“ everything is going to be okay, let’s just calm down. “
“ I’m going to get you some water, okay ? just breathe, i’ll be right back. “
“ you’re shaking. are you cold ? “
“ anything you need, i’m here. “
“ i’m right here. no need to panic. “
“ do you want me to stay with you for a while ? “
“ nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise. “
@leschanceux a belated thing for bestie carter
"Carter!" Kip offers him a wave as he walks in, quickly finishing putting the glass he had been cleaning away and leaning over the counter with a grin. "You here for a drink or just to see your favourite bartender?" Kip didn't pick favourites of his fiancée's teammates, but if he had to, he knew Carter would be one of the top choices.
"Kip!" Carter waves back, his eyes lighting up in greeting as he heads over to the counter, his grin just as bright as Kip's. "I wouldn't say no to a drink, but I came here to conspire with you about Scotty's birthday plans." He's pretty sure they'll already have something in the works, but the team want to do something too --- so Carter had come to confer and see if there's something all of them can do together.
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.
scott feels like he needs to hold everyone together - his mom had been the same way , even when she was sick. SHE'D NEVER TURN ANYONE AWAY , helping in whatever way she could & it was that same sentiment that scott brought to the admiral's. he looked after his team ( even when they were being notoriously stubborn - not that he could talk ). yeah , he wants to argue with carter but he knows there's no point. right now , they're all just gritting their teeth and at least hoping for a clean game. IT'S TIMES LIKE THIS THAT HE REALLY MISSES ERIC. he gets it had been time for the guy to retire , eric had been ready ; but maybe scott wasn't ready for him to not be here , getting ready to play alongside them. it's a selfish thought really and not one he would voice out loud.
sitting down next to carter , scott groans. "i already talked with him - we all know rozanov was going to bait the shit out of him if he could , so yeah , i had the same idea as you." he's pretty sure breezy's going to be pissed , but after last time , scott doesn't want to risk it. they're holding on by a thread here & HE'S GOTTA MAKE SMART DECISIONS. "kinda wishing he'd bench me right now." he's mostly joking , but the exhaustion is real.
sometimes, carter worries that he's trying too hard to fill benny's skates for scott. they've been solid friends for a good while now, both on and off the ice, and yet... maybe it's the exhaustion talking, but he's starting to think that their ex-goalie is who scott would rather be sat with right now. he scrubs a palm over his face, tries to wipe away the stupid thoughts and the tiredness and the way the caffeine pills have left him feeling faintly nauseous, the yearning for a nice warm bed and a cool pillow and an unlimited amount of time to enjoy both.
"i don't think you can blame rozanov for all of it, man. i saw his face before and after he threw that punch - i think breezy might've been the baiter." it had definitely been a youtube-worthy fight, will probably make the end of season compilation reel for the dirtiest hits or the worst fights of the year ( ...not that carter watches those at all ). "i don't know what they're teaching the kids these days, but when i was a rookie? i never would've dared go toe to toe with someone like rozanov. you?" rookies, man. more trouble than they're worth. scott's apparent desire to be benched alongside breezy makes carter laugh though, the noise shaken loose from the depths of his exhaustion-induced bad mood. "tell you what, scotty," he stretches out, moans long and low as his joints all pop and his spine protests, "you lay me out on the ice, i'll lay you out on the ice, and we'll get benched together. how's that sound?"
( @captainewyork )
she was instantly up, running to the kitchen and standing on her toes to grab the shopping list. carefully, she folded it, hiding the french and russian. her moth tongue was there if she needed it, but she wanted to prove that she had made progress with being able to read the english written there. it was helpful that shane's handwriting was very neat. ' can we get pears? oh, and grapes! ' when she'd first arrived in canada, she wouldn't have dare to ask for anything, but now she looked at shane with bright, hopeful eyes.
he has to smile at her enthusiasm, the way she races off to the kitchen immediately to get the list. making his way downstairs in the meantime, he grabs his wallet from the hall table and his jacket from where it hangs on a peg near the door. "we can get pears and grapes for sure," he agrees, offering sofya a pen, "could you add them to the list for me? any of the languages is fine. do you want any fun snacks too, or just the fruit? you can have whatever you want from the store."
※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.
• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.