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[knifeshoeoreofight]

Gotta be Thehoyden’s Never Been Kissed. Instant classic. Maybe Ladyblahblah’s The Salt King if they want epic drama filled with longing and then a happy end :)

OOOOoooo yes. Fic Rec Anon, you might really like The Salt King. 

[dumouwin]

criminaldimes replied to your post

“in a team based purely on CME (ca$h money energy), your starting...”

Brass, maybe?

hmmmmm idk if brass rlly screams “ca$h money” to me,,, certainly being french-canadian earns him a second look tho

raindropcastle replied to your post

“in a team based purely on CME (ca$h money energy), your starting...”

Auston Matthews maybe

YES. VALID. GOOD ANSWER.

raindropcastle replied to your post

“in a team based purely on CME (ca$h money energy), your starting...”

Ovi... if you wanna add some trash money energy ��

valid but i feel that RCME (ru$$ian ca$h money energy) is different from regular ca$h money energy,,,, like CME is a closet full of expensive, tailored suits whereas RCME is... denim that u paid $2000 for.

[zashamalkin]

raindropcastle replied to your photoset: Pittsburgh Day 1- Heinz History Center, Penguins...

Oh my gosh! Do you know if this is a temporary exhibit or a permanent one? Gosh I’d love to see this!!!

I’m not sure but if you ever get a chance to see it, I highly recommend it. It’s really special. 

[visionshadows]

Ahh so excited to hear you’re doing prompts! :) If you’re still doing them — psychic soulbond sidgeno AU? The psychic bond is not bound by any known language but rather “soulspeak.” What does this soul language look like? Sound like? Feel like? Is it processed in images? Words? Or language-less thought itself?

So I’ve actually given this thought before. The psychic bond is initiated by touch and becomes stronger with close contact. So Sid and Geno initially bond at World Juniors when they briefly touch after the gold medal game. They don’t realize it because it’s not really long enough to make much of a difference, except Sid being Sid is an overachiever in everything and is able to contact Geno somehow.

It shouldn’t be possible at all. But Geno starts getting images and feelings that are not his own. Mostly they are dreams of another country, playing hockey and a little blonde girl laughing. He knows someone is there, can feel them in his mind when he’s dreaming.

It’s hard for people to put soulspeak into words so for a long time Geno doesn’t know what is happening. When he finds himself on the bench, smiling at nothing because a feeling of warm contentment passes over him as the taste and smell of chocolate chip cookies flood his senses, he knows something is up.

He just wishes he knew who it was.

Geno falls asleep on the plane flying towards Pittsburgh and is awash with glee as soon as he starts dreaming. There is a pool and children splashing around, so much laughter.

“You’re so close,” a voice says in words he can hear clear as day for the first time ever. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

Geno can’t answer, can’t do anything but dream and watch as this faceless person tosses children in the pool. He feels his heart aching, this deep desire to be there, to be with them. He wakes with a start, his face damp with tears.

There’s a push of worry followed by calm and a sense of soon soon so soon. Relax. So soon.

Geno exhales and looks out the window at the clouds, wiping his face with his hand. Soon.

Sid is bouncing his leg, getting up from the couch and pacing, unable to sit still. He can feel Geno getting closer, can feel the tendril connecting them getting shorter. He’s trying to keep his restlessness from transferring over the bond, but he’s not sure if he’s doing that well because he can feel that Geno is nervous, scared, so alone.

Sid presses another wave of reassurance and comfort over the bond as he walks down the stairs and tries to wait, tries to be patient.

When he sees Geno, watches him shake Mario’s hand, he feels his heart call out and his mind floods with Geno’s thoughts and emotions. Sid gasps loudly, putting a hand on the wall. Geno does the same, a hand on his head.

Sid gets to him, gets a hand on his arm and pulls him close. All around him is Geno, his thoughts, his feelings, his touch, his smell. It’s overwhelming and beautiful. Their souls are shouting in joy, loud and symphonious.

“Hi,” Geno says for the first time along the bond, finally able to return all of Sid’s words and thoughts. “I’m so happy to meet you.”

[knifeshoeoreofight]

raindropcastle replied to your post “Oh boy, if Sid’s accent sounds thick to you, I can’t imagine the...”

Wait! How does Sid say pasta in his Nova Scotian accent?

Oh man I cannot for the life of me find the video where the Pens talk about food, but Sid, like so many of the other Canadian boys, calls it paasta instead of “pawsta.” 

I shouldn’t make fun, probably, accents are awesome! It’s just a bit jarring when they bust "paasta” out? Especially one of the guys who doesn’t have much of an accent otherwise. 

[knifeshoeoreofight]

raindropcastle replied to your photo “@sidgenop This fic owes a lot to the following documentary about...”

OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING WILL THERE BE MORE?!!!! Incredible!!!!! It kept me on the edge of my seat and made me feel so many things..!!!!!

😘Thank you! And maybe! I def know where things go from here. 

[knifeshoeoreofight]

Ooh Dana, if you feel comfortable/ok with sharing, can I ask what the premise of the ASG wishbaby fic is about? It sounds 😍😍😍

Sure, thank you, so much, for asking so politely, but my WIPs aren’t secrets or anything. I’m happy to answer questions about them, especially if they’re asked as nicely as yours :) 

Basically, if you didn’t already know, “Wishbabies” is a cracky trope I encountered for the first time in Sidgeno fic. It seems to be pretty confined to this fandom, too. But it was one of the crazy premises that got me hooked on hockey fic. 

Basically, in these fics, babies appear through various methods to people who wish for them, intentionally or unintentionally. 

In my fic, Sid has an existential crisis at the All Star Game after seeing all the guys who brought their kids along, and baby Isobel appears on his hotel balcony. 

After that, I just completely wallow in my own id, as Large Men With Small Children And/Or/Especially Babies is just about, my favorite thing. 

Fics at about the 3k mark, so medium sized for me. It’s trying to become a long!fic (or what passes for one for me, anyway) and I’m trying not to let it, because I’d like to actually finish it. 

[maljic]

raindropcastle

  Snoop Dog calling Sid a cool cat  �� �� ��

Omg was this on the Kings broadcast?

yeah