#orginal character

[writingblus]

i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.

[farvann]

Decided to use these drawings of my oc Minerva as key poses and animate her!

[junkmixart]

A storytime so unhinged it freaks out the Slasher 😬🔪

[zephyrbug]

A bleeding heart dove🫀🕊️🪦

A lil fun personal piece of The Wandering Tomb! I've been slowly working this given her current predicament in game

[rawazoir]

Lady Luck called

She wants a divoRseEEEEEEEEEE

they're silly

I gave up trying to draw Baldence

Theyr stupid

[mattsmadness]

Pucks and Pilates

Summary | When the Briar hockey team dismisses pilates as an easy workout, she stages a surprise conditioning session that leaves the elite athletes sweating and completely dismantled.

a/n | AFAB x Dean Di Laurentis - we don’t stand for AI in this house

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The debate over whether a workout was legitimate or not usually didn't involve this much yelling, but the Off-Campus house had a way of turning everything into a full-scale NHL playoff argument on a Monday evening.

"It’s a luxury nap, guys. That’s what it is," Tucker insisted, lounging back on the worn-out velvet sofa with a homemade salmon bowl. "You lay on a leather carriage, you use baby weights, and you gossip."

"Do not finish that sentence, Tuck," Dean warned, not looking up from his laptop. Garrett was playing a video game, Logan was scanning his phone, and Hannah and Allie were sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a bowl of popcorn and watching the disaster unfold.

"I’m just saying," Garrett chimed in, moving over his headset. "It’s for people who want to stretch their hips after brunch. No offense to Gigi, you look great, but it’s not the same kind of hard core training we go through."

Sitting right next to Dean on the loveseat, Gigi didn't even look up from her iPad, where she was studying a marketing case study. She just smiled a small, a private smile, soft dimples flashing in her cheek.

Georgia "Gigi" Montgomery was born and raised in South Carolina, her family’s roots ran deeper than the the oaks on King Street, and her father was incredibly close friends with the Di Laurentis family. Dean and Gigi had been attached at the hip since they were children, a pair of gorgeous sweethearts with everyone in their elite bubble already had money on to get married. Currently, Gigi was a marketing major at Briar, but her true obsession was her extracurricular certification program. She had been studying, training, and teaching Pilates for the past year, completely mastering the science of movement.

Dean, who was utterly and completely obsessed with his girlfriend, shifted his weight and pulled her securely against his side. His hand immediately found the soft curve of her waist, his fingers tracing the skin just beneath the edge of her oversized Briar hockey sweatshirt. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her expensive, floral perfume.

"You guys are absolute idiots," Dean muttered against Gigi's skin, making her giggle softly. He looked up, his golden-boy features tightening with genuine warning. "I tried *one* of her advanced mat classes last month. My obliques felt like they were bleeding for a week. Retract the statement. Retract it before she makes you regret it."

"Gigi wouldn't hurt a fly," Logan joked, waving a hand. "She’s too sweet."

Gigi finally set her iPad down, tilting her head up to look at Dean. The sheer adoration in Dean's eyes was blinding; he instantly bent his head to kiss her lips, his hand moving to cup her jaw. They genuinely couldn't keep their hands off each other, completely tuning out the boys as they shared a sweet, lingering kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Gigi turned her big green eyes toward the living room, her thick, velvety Southern drawl entirely pleasant. "Y'all think my workouts are easy just because we don't sprint on ice?"

"We just think hockey players need heavy weights, Gi," Garrett said, flashing a bright smile.

"Understood," Gigi smiled back, entirely sweet and unbothered. She looped her arms around Dean’s neck, pulling herself onto his lap. Dean’s arms immediately wrapped around her lush, curvy hips, holding her like she was the center of his universe. She kissed his jawline softly. "Well, I hope y'all get some good rest tonight."

Nobody thought twice about the comment.

The next morning at 8:00 AM, the entire Briar varsity hockey roster stood in the weight room, looking completely bewildered. The heavy lifting racks had been pushed back. In their place was a grid of mats.

When the door opened, Gigi walked in, and the boys' jaws collectively dropped.

She looked like a total professional, wearing a matching baby pink set that accentuated every stunning curve of her waist and hips, her long hair tied up in a high, bouncy ponytail. Behind her walked Allie and Hannah, both wearing their own athletic gear and sporting matching, deeply devious smirks.

Gigi had slipped away to Coach Jensen’s office the previous afternoon without a word to anyone, setting up the ultimate surprise.

Dean, standing in the front row, blinked in shock before a massive, proud grin spread across his face. Gigi walked straight over to him, completely ignoring the thirty guys watching them. She slid her hands up his chest, and Dean immediately bent down to kiss her deeply, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "What are you doing here, baby?" he murmured against her lips.

"Giving the boys a little conditioning," she whispered back, giving his chest a playful pat before turning to the room.

Coach Jensen stepped up beside her, crossing his arms. "Gigi told me you boys have been looking stiff in the third period. Tight hip flexors, slow transitions. So today, she’s running your warm-up. Allie and Hannah are here to help demonstrate. Listen up, and don't embarrass me."

"Alright, everyone!" Gigi cheered, her voice bright, clear, and encouraging. "We’re going to do a fast-paced, high-intensity mat flow today. Grab a set of dumbbells over there. Please pick a weight you're genuinely comfortable with! We want to keep the movement fluid."

Tucker, Garrett, and Logan immediately marched over to the racks, confidently grabbing fifteen and twenty-pound weights. Dean, however, walked past them, giving his friends a warning look, and grabbed a pair of tiny, two-pound weights.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Logan laughed under his breath. "Those are for toddlers."

"Trust me, bro" Dean muttered, taking his spot in the front row so he could stay close to Gigi. He knew what was coming. He was dreading it, but he wanted to do well for her.

"Weights in hand, everyone down into a wide second-position plié squat," Gigi instructed, dropping into a flawless, deep squat. Her posture was perfectly upright, her hips open, her core locked. Hannah and Allie dropped right beside her. They weren't as perfectly flexible as Gigi, but they kept up beautifully, their form solid and well-ahead of the men.

"Arms out straight in a T-shape," Gigi said, keeping the pace brisk. "We’re going to hold the squat, and we're just going to do tiny, microscopic circles with the weights. Inward first. Keep it small, keep it moving!"

The hockey players dropped into their squats, holding their heavy weights out. For thirty seconds, it was fine.

"Now, freeze the arms," Gigi called out. "Lower the squat one inch. Lift an inch. Lower an inch. Lift an inch. Just a two-inch range of motion. Now, pulse it out! Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Don't stop those arms!"

Within ninety seconds, the heavy weights felt like they were made of solid lead. Garrett’s shoulders began to smoke. Tucker’s biceps were shaking so violently his twenty-pound dumbbell was rattling against his grip.

"Oh my god," Logan gasped, his quads locked in a horrific burn.

Gigi walked through the rows, her movements graceful. She stopped by Logan, kneeling down beside him. With an incredibly sweet smile and a gentle touch of her hands, she adjusted his alignment. "Keep those shoulders drawing down your back, Logan. Press into your heels," she said softly, before standing up. "Now, keep holding the squat, flip your palms to the ceiling, and pulse the weights up! Ten, nine, eight... less reps, more pulse! Six, five..."

*THUD.*

Tucker literally dropped his fifteen-pound weights onto the turf. He stumbled blindly toward the back rack, his arms shaking like jelly, and desperately grabbed a pair of two-pound weights. Within five seconds, Garrett and Logan broke down, abandoning their heavy dumbbells to sprint for the two-pounders, their pride completely shattered.

Dean was surviving, but his teeth were clenched so hard his jaw ached. His muscles were screaming, his veins popping out against his skin as he tried to keep up. Gigi walked past him, lightly brushing her fingers against his lower back to remind him to engage his core. The subtle touch made him tighten his abs even harder, pushing through the burn just to impress her.

"Good adjustments, everyone!" Gigi cheered, not missing a beat. "Now drop the weights, grab your resistance loop bands, and slide them above your knees. Everyone down into a forearm plank!"

The room groaned as thirty elite athletes scrambled to slide the tight elastic bands over their thighs.

"Plank position! Feet wide against the band," Gigi called out, transitioning smoothly, only sweating a bit. "We’re going to tap the right toe out, then the left. Fast pace! Tap, tap, tap, tap. Keep those hips steady!"

Allie and Hannah were breathing heavily, but they kept their form tight, doing their best to keep with Gigi and easily outperforming the struggling men.

"Hips down, Garrett," Hannah teased from her mat, panting a little but still looking entirely in control.

Gigi walked over to Garrett, completely gentle but unyielding. She lightly placed her hand on his lower back, guiding his hips down to the perfect level. "Keep that belly button drawn into your spine, Garrett. You've got this. Now hold the plank, everyone! Don't rest! Drive your right knee to your chest, pulse three times, and switch! Pulse, pulse, pulse, switch! Fast transitions, let's go! Less rest, more work!"

The weight room turned into a chorus of agony. Sweat was dripping off their noses; their shirts were soaked. These guys routinely took bone-crushing hits on the ice, but this micro-movement, fast-paced conditioning was completely dismantling them.

Meanwhile, Gigi was flawless, glowing, and totally in control. She grabbed a small, squishy Pilates ball and demonstrated the next move.

"Alright, onto your backs! Put the Pilates ball between your inner thighs," Gigi ordered, her voice sweet but demanding. "Glute bridges! Squeeze that ball! Lift those hips to the ceiling! Now, tiny pulses at the top! Squeeze the ball, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Don't let those hips drop an inch!"

Dean’s hamstrings felt like they were being targeted by a blowtorch. He looked over at Logan, whose legs were shaking so hard he looked like a newborn deer trying to walk on ice. Tucker was face down on his mat, actively groaning into the foam.

"Hold at the top!" Gigi encouraged, clapping her hands. "Lift your heels! High heels, boys! Now pulse the hips up! Pulse, pulse, pulse! Ten, nine, eight, seven... give me everything you've got!"

"Gigi, please," Garrett begged, his voice cracking. "I'll take it back. It's so hard."

"You're doing so well, Garrett, keep pushing!" Gigi smiled, completely encouraging as she held her bridge perfectly, her curves looking incredibly toned.

"And... release!" Gigi finally called out.

The entire Briar hockey team collapsed instantly. It sounded like a battlefield. Men were flat on their backs, panting heavily, clutching their glutes and their abs. They were utterly, completely spent, dripping in sweat and staring at the ceiling in shell-shocked silence.

Dean rolled onto his side, breathing hard, his core vibrating from the exertion.

Gigi walked right over to him, stepping gracefully over the mats. She knelt down beside him, completely fresh and pristine. "You did so good, honey," she murmured, leaning down to press a soft, loving kiss to his dripping forehead.

Dean hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her down closer to him. He dragged her lips down to his, kissing her with an intense, breathless heat that made his teammates collectively groan in exhaustion. "You're amazing," he panted against her mouth, his eyes locked on hers with total adoration. "But that never gets any easier."

Gigi laughed, a bright, musical sound, and kissed his lips quickly one last time. She stood up, smoothing down her emerald leggings, and offered him a hand to pull him to his feet. The moment Dean was up, his arm went right back around her waist, pulling her curvy frame flush against his side.

Coach Jensen walked into the weight room, a massive smirk on his face as he looked at his destroyed roster. "Outstanding work, Georgia. Absolutely outstanding. Alright, boys. You're nice and warmed up. Get your gear on. Ice practice starts in ten minutes."

A collective, pathetic groan echoed through the room.

Garrett painfully rolled over, clutching his hip flexor as he looked up at Dean and Gigi, who were practically wrapped around each other. "Dean... your girl... she’s a demon. A beautiful, polite demon."

Dean just smirked, tightening his grip on Gigi’s waist and pulling her in for another kiss. "I warned you guys," Dean said, looking down at his teammates with a smug grin. "Next time, listen to the guy who's has to go through this monthly.”

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- I love this sm. We probably won’t see more of Gigi and Dean for awhile bc I just have one shot story ideas rn and want to get them all out

[cherryspice111]

People on twitter were being so rude (and racist gross) to an all black Friesian horse OC for Umamusume and I was so confused cause she’s gorgeous ??

Oc from —> @ Pump_upthejam_ (on Twitter/X)

[dariarti]

Making some sketches of my new avatar. Wanted to create myself as a bunny. Hi everyone, this is me. ^^