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[phemestial]

Meet the Minds Behind the Magic: Marco Reus & Mats Hummels, 2028

Marco Reus – The Intuitive Mastermind

The streets never forget. And neither does he.

Date of appointment: July 1st, 2028

Designation: Omega

Strengths: Game intuition, player management, attacking creativity

Role: The visionary. The heartbeat. The coach who still looks like he could sub himself in and win the match.

Favorite trick: Drawing up “accidental” overloads that turn into masterpieces

Marco’s coaching is pure instinct. He doesn’t overtalk tactics, he feels them. He studied under Pep at Man City while getting his UEFA A and Pro licenses, co-coached their U19s, and basically became Pep’s favorite. Came back with a brain full of ideas and a heart still bleeding black and yellow.

He’s sharp on the sidelines, softer in the locker room. Maternal without meaning to be. Deadly precise when it counts.

Still calls matches “beautiful” when they’re just right. Still wears fitted black everything and sneaks in nutmegs during rondos.

And if his eyes sometimes linger too long on his assistant coach- well. That's just coincidence, right?

“Be patient, but when it’s on, go with full force.”

Mats Hummels – The Strategic Assistant Coach

Still reads the game like a novel. Still has that cute Grüffelo keychain.

Date of appointment: July 1st, 2028

Designation: Alpha

Strengths: Defensive structure, tempo control, calm authority

Role: The anchor. The tactician. The one who fixes the plan and brings snacks.

Favorite trick: Fixing broken game plans with one raised eyebrow and a substitution

Mats learned under Ancelotti in Spain, earned his UEFA badges with brutal diligence, and returned with the patience of a philosopher.

He doesn’t say much (Marco's the boss after all), but when he does, the entire squad listens.

Can explain complex defensive triggers using salt shakers in the cafeteria. Still has that stare that makes forwards nervous. Wears reading glasses and secretly loves spreadsheets.

Keeps chocolate in his coat for Marco. It's all coincidence, though, he says. (Is it?)

“Think first. Then hunt.”

next: the keepers — meet kobel & urbig, aka the wall & the wild one.

[kyuofcosmic]

This was done for as an art trade for a fellow Kirby fan:

The latest Tweets from 👑トビ || Tobi (@Starstitched). ☤. They/Them🆗. Retro💘. Artist @PolarisBeast. ❤Kirby (esp Meta Knight).

I’ve been in a bit of a physical and emotional slump for a while so I’ve just been splashing around in the relaxing waters of Kirby video games and media. I’ve been a fan of the pink puff for a while, and they always makes me happy.

This was also a good exercise in masking, clip masks, texture and brush sets in Procreate.

Also a bonus sketch of Kirby with fluffy bunny feet

[phemestial]

Harry² and the cosmos: a drabble

Whenever Mags sees Harry, the world seems to tilt, breath caught somewhere between the inhale and the exhale. It’s absurd, he knows—being a professional and all—but he can’t fight it, not when Harry lingers like a comet, streaking bright and unforgettable through the expanse of his life.

Harry's never meant to stay. He’s meant to blaze brilliantly and disappear into the horizon, leaving only the memory of light behind. And yet, here he is, lingering, orbiting closer, even with the distance that pulls them apart—stadiums, matches, lives that run parallel but never quite meet.

Maguire can’t stop the yearning that settles heavy in his chest, a longing like the pull of the tides to the moon. Harry stands there, talking to the staff, his presence commanding and warm, drawing everyone in without effort. It feels like a constant ache, watching Harry like this, close enough to touch yet impossibly far—like reaching for a star with nothing but outstretched hands and fragile hope.

But Harry, damn him, turns his head just slightly, catching Mags' gaze. And for a moment, everything else—the noise, the distance, the world—fades away. There’s a softness in Harry’s eyes, a familiarity that feels like home, and Maguire can’t help but drown in it.

He doesn’t speak; he never needs to. Not with Harry. The longing is woven into every glance, every moment that stretches too long, every smile that lingers as if to say, stay, stay, stay.

And in that instant, as Harry’s lips curve into a small, knowing smile, Mags can’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, his comet has found its way back to him. Even if only for now.

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⋆⁺₊⋆ for @neuerswaist ⋆⁺₊⋆