sideblog.

a puckfreak sideblog.

[rinkbot]

a web weaving, only mutuals may interact.

[hockeyboi]

2025: BEDARD AND MCTAVISH CLASHED AFTER THE FINAL BUZZER

2022: MCTAVISH TEACHES BEDARD HOW TO PROTECT HIMSELF (bullied)

Mason McTavish & Connor Bedard roomed together at the World U18s … & roommates again on the World Junior team Shane Wright: “Mase is like a big brother to Bedsy. It’s pretty funny to watch.”

[iscdisc]

This is literally him though- Like-

(I personally envision Leo or April being the ones to tell Casey he's reckless- LMAO)

[rinkbot]

CASEY ARNOLD JONES,

birthplace: brooklyn, new york, usa.

gender & pronouns: cis man, he/him/his.

orientation: biromantic, bisexual.

ethnicity: chinese, white (polish, welsh, others unspecified).

occupation: student on an athletic scholarship for hockey at new york tech, street vigilante.

spoken language(s): english, conversational mandarin.

current faceclaim(s): derek luh (default), tbd (older) / hair: black with a prominent cowlick at the center, chin length with it occasionally longer during in season / height: 6ft 1in or 1.85m / eye color: dark brown, almost black / build: athletic and bulky, with primary muscle definition around his biceps and thighs, but torso is more bulky and undefined / scars + distinct markings: crooked nose bridge after it being broken one too many times, false teeth, a variety of raised knicks that haven't healed well

alignment: chaotic good, with his intentions in the correct place but his execution overtaken by emotion.

mbti type: istp, the virtuoso.

traits: witty, zealous, passionate, justice-oriented, vengeful, resourceful, spiteful, loyal.

a history,

content warnings for: parental death, brief mentions of cancer, grief, parental abuse, alcoholism

the tale of his upbringing was nothing out of the ordinary from the start — he and two parents, all stuffed in a brooklyn townhome, with formative memories confined to walls lined with red brick in a quiet enough artery outside the main city chambers. it was them, ma, pa, and casey, showing up for him in ways he could only dream of now.

childhood hockey games were a place of solace, idyllic in the way that nostalgia hits like an upchuck response. amongst the brain fog, that's all casey's mind seems to latch onto when or if you ask him of his memories pre-teen age. them, smiling and waving at him from the stands with hands occupied from the bounty a concessions stand could offer (rinkside, of course), and his equally excited response, tinged with sweat and the taste of iron as he flashes a bloody-gummed smile over to them.

time didn't feel real until his mother's cancer diagnosis — before then, it wasn't measured, not in meters, nor minutes. mortality wasn't real until he overheard the diagnosis after sneaking onto the other side of their landline, curious, hoping that her life had gone into overtime instead of its final call. she was given a year with its descent into stage four, two if they prayed hard enough even if religion was never carved out in their home. at the end, she made it eight months, sudden and devastating in the way tragedy usually hits people in their most raw state.

pa became just arnold and ma became a memory, a title specially reserved for the grief he split his own lips by biting down upon to hold back the cries. arnold went back to the streets, falling in line with the purple dragons in hopes of finding community and distraction, all the while casey was left to his own devices. arnold would come home late smelling of corner store whiskey, casey would prod, and prod, and prod, but never fight with anything but his voice. casey would earn himself a bruised cheek in return, something he'd chalk up to a game-induced injury when folks asked.

his introduction to the turtles came at a moment of weakness, with a sixteen year old casey bloodied up and choking in the darkness of an alleyway raphael serendipitously passed by during his patrols. since then, he couldn't imagine a life without the turtles, splinter, and april, whom he'd soon meet.

aside from living with splinter and his nightly patrols, normalcy came in the form of his eventual athletic scholarship at new york tech, playing for the university's hockey team. it was the only thing that kept him afloat before a life of vigilantism, something he could channel everything into — rage, love, many times both. home wasn't a place he wanted to be, neither as the shell of a home with memories that felt like nothing but pipe dreams, nor as a slaughterhouse for him to wait for arnold's return like an idle creature.

casey wields justice like a pair of brass knuckles — in his hands, and with force. the mask goes on and suddenly he feels immortal and just. pent up anger conflated with a sense of morality means that he goes overboard, but never toes the line of stealing someone's life (in his main verse). meta to be written about casey's journey as a vigilante.

verses,

main storyline: casey has been a vigilante for years now, nameless, donning his hockey goalie mask and any stick-shaped vaguely sports-related weaponry he could get his hands on. he went from starting his patrols alongside raphael, one of the turtles, and eventually a team effort with the rest of the hamato clan that includes april o'neil, under master splinter's guidance. casey is still largely affiliated with them, but also feels comfortable enough to do solo patrols. day-to-day, he is still a student and active hockey player at ny tech, living off a full ride athletic scholarship, without the grades to maintain it. it puts him between two worlds, one of full-time vigilantism that doesn't pay the rent, versus a life that is sensible but devoid of what his heart calls him to do.

arnold, casey's father, is still alive and known as hun, the leader of the purple dragon as well as an affiliate of the foot clan in exchange for a mutagen that enhanced his strength and speed to a super-human level. casey does his best to avoid him, but the presence of the purple dragons throughout the new york city streets is one that is nothing less than significant.

alternate verse (mirage): to be written.

fantasy / high fantasy: to be written.

general sci-fi: to be written.

modern / all for the game: to be written.

riordanverse: to be written.

star wars: to be written.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

[jondrettegirls]

[ID: Two quotes, the first of which reads, “Don’t shed any tears for me: I shall try to be brave, and honest, all the rest of my life, even though I am a murderer.” The second reads, “you are a murderer, no matter how beloved.” End ID.]

Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky | A Secret History, Donna Tartt

[mary-maud]

Some people when they have taken too much and have been driven beyond the point of endurance, simply crumble and give up. There are others, though they are not many, who will for some reason always be unconquerable. You meet them in time of war and also in time of peace. They have an indomitable spirit and nothing, neither pain nor torture nor threat of death, will cause them to give up.

Roald Dahl, The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More

[lazzarella]

“There’s an enormous difference, after all, between the way you remember the house in which you were born and which you haven’t seen for years, and the actual sight of the house after a prolonged absence. Usually the poetry of the memory is destroyed by confrontation with its origin.”

— Sculpting in Time by Andrei Tarkovsky

[wedarkacademia]

Louise Glück's

[lttledog]

Preface to Grief Lessons by Euripides, translated by Anne Carson.

[wedarkacademia]

[vanilkaray]

The gang all here

April O’neil is a teenage girl, a more rebellious age than ever, an age that loves new experiences, which is why April chose to intern in journalism. A job that helps her explore, hide in dangerous things to bring evil to light

2) Casey has a rather pitiful family background when after his mother died, his father became addicted to alcohol and gambling. Since April and Casey's families were already acquainted, Casey often went to April's house.

So it creates a loop where every time Casey's dad has a hangover, one day his dad locks the door or Casey goes to April's house, which makes Casey feel like he's imprisoned.

Accidentally helping a person who was being robbed gave Casey a new feeling, a feeling that made him truly feel useful. From there, the name "Nightwatcher" was born.

—> April and Casey will be the turtles' closest friends and allies in the following events. I just gave them a level of close friendship because I think both the turtles and April Casey have things they don't know and vice versa, they can learn from each other and help each other. After all they are teenagers and the teenagers somehow understood each other

Splinter is really hard to say when he is sometimes a good father and teacher but at the same time a bad person. Maybe because he always blames and resents himself for the sins that caused the Hamato family to be destroyed... and his wife... and his child he could have all lost their lives.

[ezgurple]

THE SMELLY RAT BOY IS BACK!🐀 here to be annoying

[up-the-anti]

more casey content please

your wish is my command

[kaisources]

. ݁₊ ⊹ : IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE . . . roleplay sentence starters , ⁽ ⁰⁰⁵ ⁾ based on WONG KAR-WAI'S FILMOGRAPHY . genre: romance, drama, relationship, illicit affair.

Eat up. The fish is very fresh today.

What should l call you?

Did you write down my number?

Thank you very much! l should go.

Why don't you try next door?

Don't break anything!

These aren't my shoes! They must go next door.

lt's too much for you on your own.

Never mind. Just leave them there.

Are these books yours?

[Name], eat with us before you go!

Have you booked the restaurant?

l'll be back after dinner. Can l bring you something?

Going out so late?

Thanks, l'm not really hungry. l just want some air.

l need a few days off next month.

l told you, it's not ready!

lt's no trouble! l'll ask [him/her/them] to buy another next time.

How much do l owe you?

Don't mention it. We're neighbors!

l don't have time for this.

l always loved those. Hated to miss an episode.

I wanted to write but l couldn't get started, so l gave up.

l thought it was my lucky day.

Just thought you should know.

Did you get me a present for [him/her/them]?

Why don't you dine with us tonight?

l've already planned to see a film tonight.

l came back to rest. l'm not feeling well.

That tie looks good on you.

You notice things if you pay attention.

l don't like cooking for myself.

l was going to look for you with an umbrella.

She dresses up like that to go out for food?

lt must seem odd to ask you out, but l want to ask something.

Where did you buy it?

What are you getting at, actually?

l thought l was the only one who knew. l wonder how it began.

Shall we stay out tonight?

Someone must have made the first move.

lt doesn't matter who made the first move.

Why did you call me at the office today?

l had nothing to do. l wanted to hear your voice.

What do you think they're doing right now?

l had my hair done. ls it nice?

Hungry? Will you join me?

l used to like going to the pictures.

On your own, you are free to do lots of things.

Everything changes when you marry. lt must be decided together.

l sometimes wonder what l'd be if l hadn't married.

l didn't know married life would be so complicated!

When you're single, you are only responsible to yourself.

l can't waste time wondering if l made mistakes. Life's too short for that.

l didn't expect them back so early!

Do you think they will play all night?

You get some rest. l'll wake you when they leave.

l don't feel so good, l'm staying home.

What did you tell them? Did they ask who you were?

Maybe we're being too cautious. We shouldn't have panicked.

What would they assume?

l didn't see you leave this morning.

You weren't here when l left.

l'm looking for a new place.

There's nothing between us, but l don't want gossip.

No need to stay if everything's done.

l'll bring you some food. What would you like?

Call me when you get home. Let it ring three times, then hang up.

Tell me honestly… do you have a mistress?

l wasn't expecting he would admit it so easily.

l didn't expect it to hurt so much.

This is just a rehearsal. Don't cry.

lt's right to enjoy yourself while you're young.

A couple should spend time together.

I need your heIp. When can you come?

We shouldn't see so much of each other.

We'd better not be seen together.

lf they see your umbrella…they'll know l was with you.

Did you try to call me?

l've had enough of the gossip.

l used to think that too, and it didn't worry me.

l didn't think you'd fall in love with me.

l was only curious to know how it started.

Feelings can creep up just like that. l thought l was in control.

Will you do me one favor?

You'd better not see me again.

Don't cry! It's only a rehearsal.

l don't want to go home tonight.

lf there's an extra ticket…would you go with me?

ln the old days…if someone had a secret they didn't want to share, they went up to a mountain, found a tree and carved a hole to whispered the secret into the hole then they covered it with mud and leave the secret there forever.

You bottle things up!

You shouldn't have. lt's nice just to see you.

How much would you want?

Do you know where he is?

That era has passed. Nothing belonged to it exists any more.

[ava-deb]

#this is for me keep scrolling

[rosemovedprompts]

RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS (2/?)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!   ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

why is it always my fault?

why do people call you that?

do you know anyone here?

how’s your wound?

are you worth a second chance?

after all we’ve been through, why?

when are you going to apologize to me?

you did this? for me?

will you promise me?

can’t you be on my side? just once?

what exactly do you do for a living?

do you even hear yourself?

sorry, what did you say?

did you mean what you said?

can i kiss you?

truth or dare?

are you comfortable?

what were they like?

what time do you want me to pick you up?

how can you say that to me?

how could you possibly think that was a good idea?

did you enjoy yourself?

why don’t you stay over?

why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?

out of everything you could’ve said, why that?

do i know you?

you love me?

how old do you think i am?

why do they treat me like that?

have i ever given you bad advice?

do you want some company?

do you think last night was a mistake?

what are you in the mood for?

do i remind you of anyone?

where were you?

who did this to you?

can i have some cash?

tell me why i should believe a thing you say?

sorry, do you have the time?

why don’t you find out for yourself?

where do you think you’re going?

do you want one?

when am i ever wrong?

who do you think you are?

where are you going to go?

run that by me again?

i don’t know what to say?

can you kill?

why is it never your fault?

would you kill for it?

why did you do this to me?

can you be quiet?

what’s so funny?

why don’t you want to go home?

how are you so calm?

have we met before?

what was it like?

are you seriously asking me that right now?

what’s with the third degree?

you want me?

can you help me?

would you care for a dance?

are you sure you want to spend another night alone?

why do i have to apologize?

what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?

why would they do that?

do you want me to grab dinner?

can you help me bring these in?

how annoying can you be?

how do you think that makes me feel?

why didn’t you fight back?

what are you so afraid of?

can you tell me what happened?

you did this all by yourself?

how can i help you?

how do you sleep at night?

you’re sorry?

how do you keep a secret like that?

what’s going on?

we’re friends, right?

how about i take you home?

why won’t you just listen to me?

you wanna mess around?

what does that eleven mean?

when will you learn?

how could you even ask me something like that?

does it hurt?

why did you do it?

can you hear me?

do you have a ride home?

you’re afraid of the dark?

would you like to try?

why did you do that for me?

you really think i’m beautiful?

is it noticeable?

where did you get all that money?

where did you get this?

do you know what i did?

where did you go?

like what you see?

can i touch you? here?

how many people have you killed?

can i borrow your phone?

can you keep a secret?

do you want us to stop?

where have you been?

another round?

when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?

do you really think that’s a good idea?

what does that have to do with anything?

have you eaten anything today?

why do you think you feel that way?

what happened to them?

what’s your problem?

you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?

have you come to apologize?

do you know who i am?

do you want to be alone?

Originally by moosings, who originally deleted their blog.