Hi I drew Squall

More hockey au stuff sorry it's the playoffs what can i say i have hockey on the mind. Jupiter is drafted first overall to the Nevermoor Nighthawks, and Rosie (Vespera is my headcanon for her maiden name) is second overall to the Fourth Pocket Fountains. They've played together for years so Rosie is mostly kidding when she glares at him. Rosie is traded to the Nighthawks after a couple seasons. They have to pay handsomely for her but it led them to dynasty-level success, with the Jupiter and Rosie duo.

Yes this is inspired by the Heated Rivalry draft picture. Yes I referenced the picture directly for poses and stuff. I couldn't transfer shane's specific two fingers so I just went the easy route.

More specifically about them in the hocky au under the cut

MISS TOWNSEND?? IS THIS ARCHTHORNE CRUMBS I SEE YOU'VE GIVEN US????? OUR QUEEN HAS ALLOWED US TO BE FED

Morrigan sprinted along the path through the Whinging Woods to catch up with Hawthorne and Arch, who appeared to be in a heated argument with some trees.

"Oh yes, how hilarious," a particularly knotty, ancient- looking oak grumbled at the boys. "Because tinsel doesn't attract a million tiny birds that want to nest in my glittery nether regions, does it? The disrespect..."

Morrigan laughed, then tried to cover it up with a cough as the tree turned its gnarly face towards her. A single shiny ornament swung comically from its left ear.

In the lead-up to Christmas, someone among the junior scholars (and Morrigan had a shrewd idea who that someone might be) had invented a game called 'Stealth Baubling'. The rules were simple: sneak into the Whinging Woods, hook a bauble on a branch, and run away before the tree noticed and gave you a wallop. (Harder than it sounded; there'd been a lot of injuries.)

Ms Dearborn had, of course, banned Stealth Baubling the moment she discovered it... thereby ensuring it spread among the junior and senior scholars like a winter cold. An official underground leaderboard quickly emerged (Hawthorne and Arch were currently battling for the top spot), and by the last week of term, half the trees were drooping beneath the weight of silver bells and velvet bows and colourful wooden nutcrackers. The Whinging Woods had never looked prettier, nor been crankier.

"Wasn't us!" Hawthorne protested unconvincingly, holding out his empty hands. "We haven't got any tinsel."

"NO, NOT ANYMORE YOU DON'T," bellowed a second tree, wrapped in so much of the stuff there was hardly an inch of bare trunk left.

"We can help you remove it, if you like?" Arch offered with a small, guilty smile. "Here, allow me"

THWACK!

"Get orf!" The old tree smacked Arch's outstretched hand, jingling loudly. "Didn't ask you to do nothing. Go on, away with you. And stop staring at my baubles!"

Marilyn-Jane "Mary" Coudre, who is Jupiter's seamstress, the mastermind behind all of his outlandish outfits. She a seamstress and a witch.

I imagine she looks a bit like Mrs Frizzle, but I have this brief description from her fic appearance:

"Her wavy red hair was tied back in a messy bun, flowing floral print dress stopping just above her ankles. There were pins already stuck in the fabric."

But other than that go wild. Shes the kind of person to have paint all over her at all times only she doesn't paint so its like, pins and scraps of fabric

I have never read your fic, but she sounds fun and thank you for describing her 💜 Jupiter’s wacky fashion could only come from a wacky seamstress

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