some kind of hero

indie multimuse, multi-fandom rp blog. private & selective, as lovingly translated by birdie.

[leschanceux-gone]

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. )

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[leschanceux-gone]

the time has come for me to move on from this blog.

[leschanceux-gone]

I got a snap towel and a lemonade/vimto cocktail I'm living my best life atm

[leschanceux-gone]

today's random headcanon is that the centaurs collectively get into roll for sandwich and persuade bood to let them do roll for burger at team barbecues.

[finny-red]

Summer sketch ☀️

[huliajelena]

how‘s the water?

you‘re in it

yeah, but i want to know how you like it

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝕯IAL TONE ... ( a collection of texting prompts, based on drunk texts. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

-> THE DRUNK ONE.

[ TXT ] : where r uuuu

[ TXT ] : come get me plz plz plz

[ TXT ] : i dont know where i am

[ TXT ] : the ceiling is so pretty tonigjt

[ TXT ] : wait unblocked i need 2 say smth

[ TXT ] : tell me something u never told anyone

[ TXT ] : is it bad i threw up in a bush

[ TXT ] : keep me company.. cant sleep

[ TXT ] : wish u were here ;;;))))

[ TXT ] : answer me coward

[ TXT ] : u left without saying bye. that was rude

[ TXT ] : tell me im okay

[ TXT ] : i'm gonna throw up brb

[ TXT ] : alcohol is a scam but a good scam

[ TXT ] : everything is loud and soft at the same time

[ TXT ] : do fish know theyre wet

[ TXT ] : u probably hate me lol

[ TXT ] : can u bring me mcdonalds

[ TXT ] : u ever think about how weird existing is

[ TXT ] : uber so expensuve rn :(

[ TXT ] : come save me hero

[ TXT ] : everyone else is so boring

[ TXT ] : ur face. god. ur FACE

[ TXT ] : ur too good for me anyway

[ TXT ] : oh ur answering now yay!!!

[ TXT ] : my hand is so far away rn

[ TXT ] : ur name is so pretty

[ TXT ] : u dont even care do u

[ TXT ] : ok i'm gonnna pass out now

[ TXT ] : someone bought me a drink

[ TXT ] : i love u so muchhhhh (u dont have to say it back)

[ TXT ] : keys inside. stuck outside. help

[ TXT ] : i miss u can u come over

[ TXT ] : what if we ARE the aliens

[ TXT ] : come over. wear the shirt

[ TXT ] : bed too big. need fill it

[ TXT ] : why didnt it work between us

[ TXT ] : u get me. like actually get me.

[ TXT ] : listening to our song n cryin a lil bit

[ TXT ] : just wanted to say ur amazign ok

[ TXT ] : i hate ur fuckign face soooo much

[ TXT ] : sorry if im annoying u

[ TXT ] : ok i forgot what i was sayign

[ TXT ] : i think i ruined everythign

[ TXT ] : thinking abt u. thinking abt ur hands

[ TXT ] : FUCK U

[ TXT ] : that's it. that's the text.

-> THE SOBER ONE.

[ TXT ] : lol where are you

[ TXT ] : you're gonna regret this tomorrow.

[ TXT ] : send me your location

[ TXT ] : i'm not playing these games.

[ TXT ] : are you safe??

[ TXT ] : drink water. actual water.

[ TXT ] : let me call you.

[ TXT ] : i'm not playing guessing games

[ TXT ] : stay PUT.

[ TXT ] : send me a selfie so i know you're alive

[ TXT ] : you're adorable when you're like this

[ TXT ] : you're annoying when you're like this.

[ TXT ] : i'm not bringing you tacos at 2am

[ TXT ] : screenshotting this for when you deny it happened

[ TXT ] : you're spiraling. drink water.

[ TXT ] : DON'T text your ex!!

[ TXT ] : next time i'm taking your phone

[ TXT ] : look at who you're texting right now.

[ TXT ] : i'll still be here tomorrow, i'm not going anywhere.

[ TXT ] : get your mind out of the gutter

[ TXT ] : i'll tell you tomorrow

[ TXT ] : nevermind i don't wanna know

[ TXT ] : text me when you wake up

[ TXT ] : you're a mess. my mess tho

[ TXT ] : go home!!!

[ TXT ] : you're lucky i love you

[ TXT ] : you still have your wallet? check your pockets

[ TXT ] : too late isn't it

[ TXT ] : where did your other shoe go

[ TXT ] : are you writing a novel?

[ TXT ] : go to bed before you confess something

[ TXT ] : that's either sad or brave

[ TXT ] : you owe me breakfast and an explanation

[ TXT ] : you're NEVER living this down

[ilyashaneconnorhudson]

x

[haflacky]

Now kiss 💕💞💞💞

[totearup]

Cliff can't believe he didn't figure it out sooner. The strange move to Ottawa. How happy he's been. And most damming of all, "Jane", it fucking rhymes!

He watches a highlight reel of Ilya celebrating with his line and realizes he's just going to have to accept it.

Ilya was in love with Zane Boodram.

[hazyhayes]

ㅤㅤㅤWyatt  plucks  a  piece  of  gum  from  the  offered  pack,  unwrapping  it  as  he  marches  with  purpose  towards  the  entrance  of  NYC's  underground  subway  system.  Glancing  over  his  shoulder  at  Luca,  the  goalie  grins  as  he  pops  the  whole  stick  into  his  mouth,  "Heck  if  I  know.  The  store  location  in  Times  Square  is  supposed  to  be  the  biggest,  so  I  figure  we'll  just  hop  off  the  line  somewhere  around  that.  There's  lots  of  options,  how  hard  can  it  be?" 

ㅤㅤㅤIt's  a  very Hazy thing  to  say.  Wyatt  Hayes,  loveable  golden  retriever  that  he  is,  tends  to  move  through  the  world  with  an  irrepressible  (if  unsubstantiated)  belief  things  will  work  out  if  he  just  puts  his best  foot  forward. Usually,  the  goalie's  hunch  is  correct,  but  it  can  still  be  stressful  for  those  unaccustomed  to  his  relentlessly  positive  outlook.  Blowing  a  bubble  with  his  gum,  Hazy  jogs  down  the  stairs  to  the  ticketing  turnstyles  for  the  subway.  He  stops  at  the  contactless  OMNY  reader  and  waves  Luca  to  go  through  the  barrier  first,  swiping  his  phone.  "c'mon  kid,  I've  got  the  fare.  Just  don't  let  me  lose  track  of  the  time."

ㅤㅤㅤOnce  inside  the  station,  Wyatt  pauses  to  consider  the  intricate  underground  map  of  overlapping  train  lines,  finally  pointing  at  a  yellow  line  bisecting  the  length  of  the  island.  "Looks  like  the  Q  Line  is  the  fastest,  it  should  be  here  in  like  five  minutes…"  He  turns  to  grin  at  Haas,  excitement  clear,  "…which  means  we'll  be  in  Time  Square  in  fifteen,  tops.  You  ready  to  stock  up  on  Amazing  Spider-Man?"

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Luca - God help him - almost trips over his own feet as he scrambles to keep up with Hayes. He tucks the gum away in a pocket after taking a stick for himself ( might as well enjoy the spoils of his first - and last - foray into light-fingeredness ), listening to the vague sketch of a plan the goalie sets out. I can Google it? he almost offers, especially because they don't have a lot of time to waste, but actually? A subway ride and a walk might be pretty nice today ( and he'll get to see more of Times Square! ).

Hazy's unrelenting optimism is kind of nice to be around when the stakes are low ( although a bit of optimism is also nice in the locker room --- especially when the others are already commiserating a loss that hasn't even happened yet ); Luca doesn't mind it, anyway. He's still following, navigates the stairs downward fairly easily, avoids the guy who stops directly in front of him quite suddenly, and stops at the barrier. "I can pay you back later," he offers, glad that one of them had been prepared and thought about the fare, "---and I will set an alarm on my watch." No judgement for the time blindness here at all; they've all got their own quirks, after all.

The map is a tangle of coloured lines that is just... a little overwhelming, actually ( the SBB hadn't been much better, in all fairness, but at least that had been a familiar tangle of coloured lines and Luca had had a routine with his mobile ticket and his routes ). "Yeah! I have a list of the comics I want to look for, and I might see if they have some of those funko pops? I have space for a couple on my shelf but I want something cool."

[shilyas]

Cliff was a year younger than him, a bit of an idiot, and probably Ilya’s best friend.

[leschanceux-gone]

@loopymuses;

[ TXT ] :   i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ text; #51 🏒]; it's not an emergency [ text; #51 🏒]; but it has the potential to become one in about half an hour

[caphollander]

"I mean, it wasn't that bad." It's a habit, defending his former coach. Theriault was an old-fashioned man, an old-fashioned coach. Not the sort of person to change, to acclimate to today's society. Something he had quickly learned when coming out to his former team, a couple of years ago. There's a vast difference between the constant drills, the bag skates, the competitions of Montreal, than there is here.

Where everything seems looser. Still disciplined when they need to be, but given the opportunity to have fun during practice. He's not used to that. It took him out of his element. A factor he was already not used to, being a player and not a Captain anymore. Shane was pretty sure he didn't want to be Captain here, that he wanted to continue to see how Ilya led this team. And so far? He was impressed.

Shane is not used to standing on the sidelines with the coach, unless it's to discuss a play that has gone horribly, but he is always very much no used to this sort of practice. And asking for special treatment wouldn't make this easier. "No. I should get in there. I need to get into this team's dynamic. Every team is different. I have to get used to something new." It had been over a decade with Montreal, so Ottawa was a huge shift, in terms of culture.

Shane taps his stick against the ice a couple of times, mostly just a way to shake off what he's thinking. "I'm comfortable here. I'll be fine, Coach. Don't worry. I won't disappoint anyone here." Because that is his concern. Disappointing this new team, any fans he might have retained, his family, and Ilya. He was determined, as he had always been, but he had more to prove this year than he had since his rookie season. "I don't want any special treatment."

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"Different strokes for different folks," Brandon shrugs easily, unphased by Shane's defence of his old coach - even that stricter style of coaching works for some players, and he won't judge them for it ( and on the flip side, some guys respond better to races around the rink and baseball games on the ice instead of speed and reflex drills. The playfights that are breaking out this afternoon are good practice too; some of the younger players don't have a lot of experience or confidence shucking their gloves and the League boasts more than a few big guys this season; Brandon's of the opinion that any and all experience is better than none ).

There's something of a competitive atmosphere here, but it's friendly - natural for a bunch of male athletes in a team - rather than the cut-throatedness that some coaches preferred to foster amongst their guys.

"Morning skates are usually more structured," he offers after watching the defensemen pick on Young for another minute or so, as if that will do anything to settle any loose nerves, "they're a bit more focused on a game days." A bit. Ottawa hasn't been a serious contender for anything for years, and they all know it ( the whole League knows it at this point ) but Weibe doesn't care about that so much. The GM brothers are happy with him, happy with the success the team's had since Rozanov joined them ( and yes, it's not all down to Rozanov - but he seems to have been the glue the team had been missing, had needed to play cohesively ).

Shane's attitude ( especially in regards to the unorthodox methods of practising he's been confronted with this morning ) is a good one, at least. Brandon hadn't been sure of what to expect from the superstar who'd tumbled from grace so suddenly, but everything he's observed and read about Hollander says that he's a hard-worker on the ice.

"They're good guys, Hollander, and they're pretty used to being bottom of the tables." No use beating around the bush here. "It would take a lot for you to disappoint them." But it's definitely good that Shane wants to get stuck in, to join the others instead of continuing to stand on the sidelines. "It's not special treatment," he reassures, glancing over for a long moment before indicating to his assistant coach to break-up the shenanigans that are brewing by the blue line, "it's a one-off offer. Today only."

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@mvnces said “  i don’t want you here.  just go.  ” -

it hurts like a gut punch, the ache of being unwanted - of being rejected by someone he's close to - familiar but no less painful. "c'mon, mate-" four begins, wounded eyes fixed on six like a kicked puppy. "why are you mad at me? what'd i do?"

[leschanceux-gone]

@loopymuses said "do not give me the silent treatment." -

ruby presses her lips together tight, eyes stubbornly fixed on the chapter of the book she's supposed to be reading for class. they haven't spoken since last night, a fight having broken out after jade had told their mom that ruby had snuck out to meet some friends after saying that she was just going to go to bed ( and all they'd done was play street hockey! it wasn't even anything particularly teenage rebellion-ish! ).

leave me alone, her body language screams as she stares down at the page, i'm not ready to talk to you yet.

[leschanceux-gone]

@mvnces finds luke looking visibly sick! -

luke is used to being cold, is used to having the shakes and the nausea and the bone-deep exhaustion that comes with a detox from the drugs he's been pumping into his system for years. rarely has he felt like he might actually die from the withdrawal though.

he's got his arms wrapped tightly around his own middle - hugging himself the way his mother used to hug him before they moved to hill house and everything went sideways in the middle of the night - when a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye makes him stop, turn, afraid that he'll find the man with the bowler hat stalking him again. to his immense relief, he finds that it's not the ghost that's been stalking him his entire adult life, but a more comforting figure.

abigail.

"what are you doing here?" he croaks out in lieu of a greeting --- but he can't help but smile a little despite how ill he feels. it'll be nice to have some company.