In the book, Sophie possess a certain kind of magical power – she makes things real by saying them. She can lay spells just by saying them. When she made hats, and she told a hat that it would make a rich young man fall in love with it, a rich young man fell in love with the woman who bought it. When she told a hat it would make some woman look beautiful, everyone knew the mayor’s wife looked positively radiant in it. It’s what drew the Witch to her hat shop in the first place. When she cursed out a bucket of plant food, it turned to potent weed killer. When she told herself she might as well be an old woman, when she told herself she was doomed to fail, when she told herself she was plain and boring and no one would ever notice her, no one did.
When Howl tried to break the spell on Sophie, and he tried many times, he always failed. Not because his magic was less powerful than the Witch’s, but because it was less powerful than Sophie’s.
one time he got hit and told his teammates he was okay but when he his shift was over he pulled 3 fuckin teeth out on when he was on the bench
lance was the one sitting beside him when it happened
“hold this” “hold wHAT THE FUCK“
shiro
captain + defenceman
leading the nhl in goals for points as a defence man
shiro and keith when a fight breaks out
they’re on the same team
concussion prone
he and keith have a special handshake they do before each game and at the end they touch helmets and shiro kisses keith’s visor and it makes me cry
when keith gets sent to the penalty box the cameras always focus on shiro who looks like he’s gonna cry and “my heart will go on” plays on the PA it’s disgusting
shares a room with keith on roadies because when they’re separated they mope and pine and nobody wants to deal with that again
lance
left wing
SHARP SHOOTER
goalies fear him
teams up with pidge for awful pranks
back when lance didn’t know shiro and keith were dating, he had pidge convince the camera guys to put them on kiss cam
he regrets is after keith climbs onto shiro and it takes both him and hunk 5 minutes to pull him off
keith is unimpressed and mildly annoyed
refs try put them in the penalty box where they just take their gloves off and hold hands while discussing strategy
and they say romance is dead
hunk
defence
always looking out for his teammates
will also Fuck You Up for dirty plays
he and lance have a Bond where they always know where the other person is so he has an assist on like 80% of lance’s goals
literally the nicest player ever- he always gives his stick away to a fan at the end of each game and likes to flip pucks over the boards for kids during warmups i love him
allura
centre and alternate captain
her official role isn’t as an enforcer but she’ll still fuck you up
her slap shots can break sticks and bones
v good stamina and stick handling
involved in a lot of charity stuff on and off the ice
founded a free hockey program for kids during offseason and coaches it with shiro
pidge
playmaker/strategist
goes through 30 pieces of gum a day
posts unflattering pictures of lance to the team’s social media at least once a week
no one knows how to stop her
coran
social media
basically the guy that runs the vegas golden knights twitter
Tonight’s aesthetic before I fall asleep: Fixing that weird Lucretia Wonderland thing where she gives THB exactly ZERO useful info before they head into a nightmarish hellscape. I’m willing to bend characters around narrative necessity to a degree, but that feels so weird and off to me – there’s no way Keesha wouldn’t’ve given them AMPLE INFO, right?
So let’s try this on for size:
Lucretia’s not the only one who’s escaped Wonderland. There aren’t very many, but eventually it’s inevitable that a few fish slip the net. Part of the price, then, is your silence. After escaping Wonderland, you can’t speak about it. Can’t tell anyone what happens in the fairy light tent. You just swallow hard and open your mouth and nothing comes out. Your fingers stall out on the page, the pen drops from your fingers.
And so it is that Lucretia, who kept her secrets so well that even her family didn’t know what she was capable of, didn’t know how much pain she was in, is cursed with her own inability to communicate writ large.
She wants to tell them (she wanted to tell all of them, wanted help, wanted them to stop her before she dropped the journals into Fischer’s tank), but she can’t. For once, she actually can’t.
And the silence, and her shame, lodges in her throat like a stone
Oh. THIS is an interesting concept. (and Lydia and Edward fucking with Lucretia’s head is something I’ve thought about a lot)
just moving along like everyone else 