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harlowdoylepi · 2 years

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TQQ AU Part 2

Being poked, prodded, brushed, and painted, all morning was not much to Jules' liking. It never felt natural. Octavia, Venia, and Flavius, all pranced in and out of the room. They rubbed Jules down with lotions and oils. They painted her nails, with black background and glittering orange and yellow overlaid, giving it a fire-like quality.

Her makeup was not minimal like last time. Bronzy pink blush highlighted her cheekbones. Her eyes were adorned with false eyelashes, black eyeshadow, and deep black eyeliner. Blinking felt slow and heavy. The eyeliner was underlined and outlined with delicate strokes of gold, made to look like a mockingjay's wings. It made her look much older than simply seventeen. Jules quite liked the effect this carried.

But she didn't like the effect her shoes would have on her feet. She had only worn them for a few minutes, but the stiletto heels were already starting to pinch. The suede straps ran criss-crossed over each other, until they reached just under her knees. She wondered what kind of dress she would possibly be wearing to go with these kinds of shoes.

"I saw the dress Cinna created!" Octavia chirped, as though she had been reading Jules' mind. She clapped her green hands. "It's stunning! Just the perfect thing for our girl on fire!"

"You are going to steal the show again, Jules!" Venia flashed a smile.

"And that's saying something, since you've got tributes like Richard, Gloss, Enobaria, and Monica!" Octavia swooned. "It's certain their stylists are working overtime like us! But I'm sure you'll take the cake!"

"Hope so." Jules gave a thin-lipped smile.

The door for her room opened, and Cinna and Flavius walked in, carrying a large dress bag.

Venia clapped her hands.

"Hello again, Jules." Cinna smiled pleasantly. For the first time since she had come back to the Capitol, Jules returned the smile with sincerity. Seeing her stylist again was the one good thing about coming back to the Capitol.

"Hi, Cinna."

"Are you ready to try on your dress?"

"Yup." She stood and retied the belt around her silk robe.

"I really think you will like this dress." Said Cinna. "I've decided to go with a different tack for you in this games. The look I'm going for is...otherworldly, and vaguely threatening."

Jules gave a small laugh. "That sounds pretty different alright. I like the sound of it."

She had become the face of the rebellion, even if she didn't want it. But she might as well look the part. She needed all the help she could get, and Cinna would be invaluable. He slid the dress over her head, helped her get her arms through the sleeves, and zipped up the back. Several delighted exclamations came from Octavia, Flavius, Venia.

Flavius ceremoniously helped Cinna extend the train on the back of her dress.

"Well Jules? Have a look and tell me what you think."

Jules turned around and looked in the full body mirror. She gasped. This dress was impressive. It was charcoal colored, studded with small laser-cut diamonds of leather, giving small glints of light; her whole outfit gave off a dull shine. The dress came just above her knees, with a train of the same fabric trailing behind her. A grecian neckline graced her neck and shoulders. Just looking at it made Jules hold her head high.

"Cinna, it's... it's-" She stopped and surveyed her dress again in amazement. "It's incredible." She breathed softly.

Venia squealed. "You've outdone yourself, Cinna!"

Jules grinned. "He always does."

Cinna smiled humbly. "I'm glad you like it."

"Does this one catch on fire too?"

"Yes, but me and Portia made some modifications to it so it will look a little different. I'll give you the activator button before you get on the chariot."

Octavia checked her bejeweled watch. "Speaking of which, it's time to get down there!"

Flavius took Jules' hand. He attached a fancy silver bangle bracelet to her wrist. "You are going to send them speechless."

Venia dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. "You really will!"

Effie came in. Jules decided this room was getting a little too crowded. "Time to go go go!" She stopped and looked at Jules in shock! "Cinna! This is brilliant! Just the right look for our girl on fire."

Cinna smiled. "That's what I was going for."

"You succeeded!" Effie snapped her fingers. "Let's go!" Cinna, Effie and Jules walked out the door.

They went down the elevator, Cinna and Effie stopped on the floor above, needing to talk to some interviewers. Jules was left alone as she walked to her assigned chariot. She could hear the crowds cheering outside, and some were already watching her from above, on a balcony overlooking the place where the tributes were lining up for the chariot parade.

The chariot was beautiful, lined with white flowers, mingled with the sweet scent of the horses. She walked over to the station and gently petted the horse's black coat. She wondered if it wished to be free, running about the fields instead of being a beast of burden, and a device of entertainment for the Capitol, no less.

"How did we get here, huh?" She softly asked. The horse twitched its ear in response.

"I don't know either."

"Jules!" An unfamiliar voice called to her.

She turned and recognized him upon sight. "Hello Richard."

He walked up to her with an ease that suggested they had been friends for years, when in fact they had just met. "You want a sugarcube?" He held several in his hand. "I know they're supposed to be for the horses, but at this point, who cares? They have years to live, while you and I - well, if we see something sweet, we better take it while we can."

Jules gave a forced smile. "I'll pass." She surveyed his outfit. "But I would like to borrow that outfit someday."

Richard's outfit consisted of a gold net draped over his shoulders, which complemented his tanned skin, and some fitted shorts made out of a jean like material. Made to look sexy, and showing off as much as possible while remaining appropriate. He walked around barefoot, and Jules wasn't sure whether it was the stylists idea or his own. A necklace of glassy blue sea rocks hung around his neck, as well as a longer one with a conch shell pendant.

He smiled. "I have to say, you look pretty terrifying in that getup." He said, referring to Jules's outfit. "A far cry from after last year's games and the victory tour. What happened to the pretty little girl dresses?"

"I outgrew them." Jules shot back.

"You certainly did." Richard flashed another smile. Before Jules could wonder what he meant by that, he continued. "It really is a shame about this whole Quell thing. Seriously, you could have made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Anything you wanted, money, jewels-"

"Well, I have more money than I need, and I don't care for jewels much, so-" She shrugged. "What did you do with all your wealth, anyway?"

Richard wrinkled his nose. "I haven't dealt in anything as common as money in years."

Jules raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?"

Richard took two steps toward her and stopped once his mouth was inches from her ear. "Secrets." He whispered. The corner of his mouth turned up, as though he were about to tell a juicy secret of his own. "What about you, girl on fire?" He said. "You got any secrets worth my time?"

Jules was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but stood her ground and maintained her poker face. She shrugged. "I'm an open book." She said, "Everyone seems to know my secrets before I even know them myself."

Richard raised his eyebrows. "Unfortunately, I think that's true."

Jules could see Buck and Cinna coming out of the corner of her eye. Thank goodness.

"I'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding." Richard said, with an almost insincere tone. "I know how devastating that must be for you."

He backed up a step and popped a sugarcube in his mouth. "Have a good day." He turned and walked past Buck. "Buck."

"Hey Richard."

Richard sauntered away to his chariot.

"What did he want?" Buck asked.

Jules snorted. "To know all my secrets."

Buck laughed. "He'll have to get in line."

Jules gave a small laugh.

Cinna, Haymitch, and two tributes walked up to them. They were both dark skinned, like Thresh and Rue. Jules recognized them from the victory tour.

"Jules, Buck, I'd like you to meet two friends of mine, Chaff, and Seeder, from District 11." He put a hand on both of the tribute's shoulders.

The group talked together, and Jules quite liked them. Chaff had lost a hand in his games, and refused a prosthetic offered by the Capitol. She got the impression that all Chaff and Haymitch had indulged in more than one bottle of liquor over the years.

Seeder was a kindly woman in her late forties, with a gentle voice and sparks in her eyes. She was not a woman who let the horror of the games get her down.

A voice over a loudspeaker ordered the tributes to get in their positions. They turned and Cinna followed them as they walked to their chariot.

"Alright, no waving and smiling this time." Cinna directed them. "I want you to look straight ahead as if this audience and this whole event are beneath you."

"That will be easy enough." Jules answered.

Cinna handed Jules a small fob with a button. "Just press this when you're ready." He put a hand on both their shoulders. "Good luck you two."

The horses received the signal, and made their way towards the cheering crowds at an easy trot.

The roar became louder as they got closer. Jules could feel the same rush of adrenaline that she had felt before. She reached over and silently took Buck's hand. He looked at her and gave her a slight smile. They rode out, blinded by the sunlight and deafened by the noise of the crowds. Instead of being at night this year, it was in broad daylight.

They could see the skyline, the pristine buildings of Panem, decked out with flags and buntings. Huge fountains blew geysers into the air, in the same rhythm of the bass drums and the blaring of the trumpets. They rode past these and went past the stands of thousands of cheering Capitol citizens.

They passed them in silence, not bothering to look or give them any indication they cared. They came closer to the large circular enclosure, where President Snow's balcony was, as he watched over them. Even though they were still so far away, Jules could feel President Snow's snake-like eyes watching her.

Now was the time. She pressed the button. Both her and Buck's costumes burst into flames, slowly overtaking their whole outfits. The final section of stands they were passing roared, some even got to their feet.

Their costumes were not fully ablaze like last time, instead they crackled, sparked, and were lit with small orange flames. They resembled embers, smoldering, but being able to light an entire forest ablaze in a moment of time.

They could hear their names being chanted in the crowds as they passed the final stands, and their horses began to circle, giving the chariots a chance to pass by the President. All the tributes waved to President Snow, but Jules and Buck stood still, staring him down until their ride turned and went back in the opposite direction. Jules held her head high. President Snow was not going to get the best of her, no matter what he did to her, in the arena or outside of it.

Their chariot pulled back into the preparation area, and they got off and headed straight for the elevator. Most of the tributes were eager to get out of there, talking to each other while walking.

Jules could see District 3 walking off rather stiffly in their costumes of blinking lights. It was something close to Caesar Flickerman's interview outfit, but much more cumbersome.

"So glad to get this thing off." Monica pulled her head dress of peacock feathers off. District 1 produced luxury items, and Gloss and Monica's costumes showed it. They were decked out in fancy outfits full of jewels, velvet, feathers and furs. Jules was shocked at how Gloss was even taller than he seemed on television.

All of a sudden, Brutus and Enobaria walked up to them. Their costumes were of a gold amour, similar to what Cato and Clove wore, except they were armed to the teeth with all sorts of weapons. Jules hoped they were fake. She could just catch them saying "strategy" and "games" as they stopped. Was that against the rules? Strategizing with your cohorts beforehand? She wouldn't be surprised if they pulled Richard over for their meeting. Where was he anyway? She looked over at the District 4 chariot and could see Richard stepping off and helping Mags down.

He took her wrinkled hand in his. "Allow me to help you, my lady." He said in a grandiose capitol accent.

Jules almost smiled as she watched Richard sweep Mags off her feet and carry her like a groom carries a bride. The light blue folds of her dress fluttered, resembling sea waves. The bodice of it was studded in pearls and seashells.

"Oh, I feel so special." She heard her voice come weakly as the pair passed by Buck and Jules. They both laughed.

They could hear muttered swearing; not far behind them came Bridget, who dramatically tossed her head dress of leaves behind her. "My stylist is a loser." She announced. "They've done tree costumes for District 7 the past forty years with no change. You'd think the Capitol would be able to think of something more creative." She snorted, taking off her bracelets that must have been made to look like chainsaw blades. She tossed them over her shoulder. "The cleaners can toss these out with the horse manure. Ugh, if my stylist were in the games, she'd be the first I'd kill." Bridget undid the straps on her shoes and kicked them off, one flying and nearly hitting one of the Morphlings. Neither paid any attention.

Buck raised his eyebrows.

She looked at them. "What? I've got nothing to lose. I'm going back to the games anyway. What are they going to do, make my life worse?"

"They could do that." Jules muttered.

"See, you're different. You still care about stuff." Bridget said, patting Jules' head as though she were a small child. "Don't worry. You're a victor now, that'll go away in time. If it doesn't kill you first." She stalked off. "Or if I don't." She called over her shoulder.

"Well, I know who we're not allying with." Jules said. "What was that all about?"

Buck couldn't help but chuckle. "You don't see what she's doing?"

"Talking herself up?" But she knew this wasn't true. Bridget really could kill them if she had the right weapons.

"No. She's trying to get under your skin. My guess is that's what Richard was doing earlier."

"But why?"

"Well, when you compare yourself with the others, and well, frankly the whole Capitol -- you're pure."

"What! I am not!" Jules protested.

"In comparison, sure. Though, I'm also guessing that they're using this as a defense. They know we'll try to make friends with them; they're doing it to dissuade us. It will be less guilt they have over killing us later. Haymitch said a lot of them have been friends for a long time, so it's already hard enough."

"Somehow, neither Richard nor Bridget seem like they would have remorse over killing, period." Jules responded tersely. She remembered when she, Buck, and Haymitch had watched Richard and Bridget’s games. They would do what it took to win. Richard had allied with Districts One and Two and then outwitted and killed them all the next day. He was fourteen years old.

"It wasn't personal that time."

Jules shot him a look of frustration. "Why are you defending them?"

"I'm not saying the choices they made were good, but I am saying that may be what's going on in their minds."

Because of the fact that Buck's birth father was a con artist and used to travel in different districts, Jules knew Buck was right. He knew how people worked, and how to work with them. None of these tributes wanted to make this any harder than they had to.

"They have a weird way of showing it."

"I never said they made sense." They both laughed in spite of themselves.

They came toward the elevator, went past the peacekeepers and were about to shut the door before they heard voices calling to them.

“Wait!” It was Bridget, running to them.

“Hold the elevator please.” Richard was running as well, still carrying Mags.

Jules was going to shut the door just to spite them, but before she could, the peacekeepers moved in front, blocking their way. The doors shut on their own and they shot up to their floor.

“I wonder what that was all about?” Buck murmured.

"More trouble, I imagine." Jules sighed.

"We'll never know."

They came to the twelfth floor. "Haymitch said to meet him at the meeting room half an hour after we came back up. They said they're having an early dinner and a strategy meeting about training. I think it's about making allies and such."

The doors rolled open and Effie greeted them cheerfully, holding two objects in her hands.

"Hello hello! You two did absolutely wonderful! Haymitch has several prominent sponsors talking to him!" She handed Jules her Mockingjay pin. "Here are our team tokens! I used some shiner on this to make the gold stand out even more! Here you are Buck." Effie handed him a golden medallion on a chain. It looked a bit like a locket that Jules' mother once had. "I bought this from one of the finest jewelry vendors in Panem!"

Buck gave a genuine smile. "Thanks Effie, it looks beautiful."

Effie beamed.

"Yes, thank you." Jules answered quietly. Effie could be silly, and she was Capitol, but Jules had to admit she had her moments.

"You two get changed into something more comfortable, and we'll be ready for another meeting in half an hour!"

"Alright." The two tributes answered. They started on their way down the hall.

Jules decided to change the subject. "I think I have some options for allies narrowed down."

"Richard and Bridget?"

"None of the careers. That's non-negotiable. They're in it to be back in the games. This is some kind of honor for them, not a death sentence." Jules didn't understand how a mind like that worked. District Twelve may have been poor but at least they had humanity; the decency to recognize how horrible the reality of the games were.

“Their names were drawn just like you and me. There are just more options to draw from.” Buck answered.

“I know.” Jules said softly. “But you don’t see me or you cheering at the fact that we got picked, or strategizing with our already-in-place allies.”

“It’s true that we’re starting from square one in a lot of ways. That’s why we need to make it count these next three days as much as possible. My guess is that’s what Haymitch will push for us to focus on during training.”

Jules pursed her lips. “It sounds good in theory. Tomorrow we’ll see just how well it works applied in real life.” The sudden weight of dread for the next day hit her. Training started tomorrow. It would be twelve hours of watching the other tributes prepare to kill each other. For two days in a row. She knew Buck was not looking forward to it, either.

She opened the door to her room and shut the door before Buck could say anything to disarm her suspicion. Jules sighed with relief. Enjoying the quiet, she undid the straps on her stilettos and wriggled her feet out of the tangles of straps that snaked around her legs. She sank into the downy soft blankets of the queen bed. Just a few moments of rest, then she would go wash off her makeup and change....

Before she knew what was happening, she slipped away in a light sleep.

~ the next day ~

Jules and Buck came through the elevator, and walked down the blnk concrete hall that led to the training center.

The automatic doors swung open for them with a metallic *swish*.

"Remember." Buck said quietly. "We're here to make allies."

They entered.

#adventures in odyssey #my ocs stuff #tqq au #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #aio #eugene meltsner #aio fanfic #fanfic #harlow writes #catching fire #hunger games #jules kendall #buck oliver

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levy120 · 1 year

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You Killed my Father, Prepare to Die

Rating: G Genre: Adventure, Comedy, Parody Lore: Rayman 3

Characters: Rayman, Murfy, Teensies, Gumsi, an OC

Summary: “Stranded in the Desert of the Knaaren Rayman struggles to find a way home. Luckily Murfy is there to help. But things might be a bit more complicated than they first appear.”

Read on: [AO3]

More like this: [Rayman Oneshots Masterpost]

Hahaha, welcome folks to a new story installment :'D

This one was entirely inspired by the "Dangerous snippet" from the Epic Musical (and subsequently the entire project).

It was planned as a comedy first, turned into a parody second, and then decided to take itself WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.

I don't know how many chapters this one is going to get or how long this is gonna take, I just know that at 2800 words (as of now) my working doc is getting way too daunting to be a mere Oneshot. :')

#Rayman #Rayman fanfiction #odyssey #adventure #comedy

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amerasdreams · 8 months

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when Jason is trapped, it's very hard for him. He can become despondent if he feels there is no way out. The energy of a man of action will turn in on himself and convert to self-destructive behaviors if this goes on too long.

add to that constant pressure, living in an upside-down environment, where the horrific becomes routine, and the evil rule, the burden on his psyche becomes almost unmanageable.

However, if he's allowed an outlet, some hope, a potential escape -- his energy will be diverted outward, a more natural state. However, because the pressure has been building for a while, it may manifest in destructive ways-- things may get out of hand. The rage and terror that's been bound up inside him will burst out at his enemies-- and he may not be able to control it.

The man of action is sometimes also a man of violence. How much is his soul damaged-- without him even realizing it? How distorted has everything become after the constant dehumanization?

in such an environment where violence and slavery is normalized, you don't even realize in what ways you have been affected. Until it's too late.

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freewriterevangeline · 11 months

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I'd like a story where Jason 1st moves to Odyssey as a kid. Not long after Jerry dies. How he has to adjust. And deal with his feelings about his brother's death.

#adventures in odyssey #fanfiction #jason whittaker #if i write it itll be a while #was 1st great adventure w this in a way?

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long-live-the-gobop · 1 year

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Buckethead (An AIO Crossover)

472 words. Also on AO3 and FF.net. Just a little ficlet, but I think it's kind of fun. Enjoy!

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Bernard whistled a little tune as he got his equipment out of his truck. For a second, he wasn’t quite sure what song it was. Right, that was that old song those folks were singing earlier, wasn’t it? he thought to himself, starting to remember. Heh! Though why they didn’t wanna TALK about the guy when they just SANG a whole song about him, I’m sure I don’t know.

Well, as soon as he’d gotten everything he thought he needed, he double-checked. “All right, we’ve got the rag, we got paper towels, all the cleaning supplies—” (he went over them once again just to make sure he didn’t miss one), “—yep, all of them, the squeegee, and—”

Bernard blinked. He scanned over the objects on the tailgate of his truck. But the thing he was looking for wasn’t there.

“Wha—now, where did—?” He frowned, and rummaged through the rest of the stuff in the back of the truck. Not there. Then he went around to the front and checked in the cab. Still not there. He walked around the whole vehicle to see if he’d gotten it out and left it someplace. But nothing. He was stomping by the time he got back to the other stuff.

“Well, open me a magic door and call me a Madrigal, I know I wouldn’t have just gone and left it at home! And I thought I saw it here just a min—”

It hit him.

“Never mind.” He facepalmed, then stormed off toward Whit’s End, yelling, “Bruno! Ahh, where’s that buckethead—BRUNO!”

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Inside Whit’s End…

Wooton was just heading to the counter for another licorice milkshake when he bumped into somebody. “Oh!” He snorted. “Sorry about that.”

The man nodded.

“Hey, cool buckethead.”

“Thanks,” came a thick voice from under the bucket.

“My name’s Wooton Bassett, what’s yours?”

“I’m Jorge. I make the spackle.” And he held up a trowel.

“Wow, that’s so cool! I wish I could make spackle! Hey, Jorge, maybe you can show me!”

“Really?” The guy’s voice shifted a little, turning a bit raspy, but he cleared his throat fairly quick. “I mean,” and his voice was back to normal, “sure, I can show you how to make the spackle!”

“Yeah! C’mon, Jorge, let’s go!” And Wooton started off eagerly to ask Whit where they could find a good place to make spackle. As he went, however, he remembered something he’d been meaning to ask people about, and spun around. “Oh, hey, by the way, Bernard—that’s Bernard Walton, awesome cranky window-washer—he was talking about some guy called Bruno a minute ago. I think he was looking for him. Do you know him?”

Jorge grabbed the handle of the bucket on his head, as if tugging at a tight collar, and hesitated for a moment.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh… no.”

#adventures in odyssey #aio #encanto #salt and light #bernard walton #wooton bassett #bruno magridal #jorge encanto #fanfic #my fanfiction #funny stuff #kinda random #crossover

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tilliwriteapine · 1 year

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He thought, for just a moment, that he had lost the one person he loved more than life itself. Watching it replay in his head over and over and over again, his heart aching for the devastation to just end. Regretting time that has passed, wondering how the future will play out now. Angry at the one responsible for this tragedy. Weary of the path set before them. Jason wonders, not for the first time, when the nightmares will finally stop becoming reality.

Hospitals, trauma, and love - all cumulating in a bittersweet wedding that makes even the author shed tears.

Richard/Jason

Because while the whole story may never be written (*cries*), I can at least give life to the scene plaguing my head always!

To my favorite mini fandom, the Richard Maxwell company and the even smaller shippers of Richard/Jason - enjoy!!!

#Richard Maxwell #adventures in odyssey #Jason Whittaker #fanfiction #my fanfic #angst is literally my middle name #AO3 #Richard and Jason

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gritsandbrits · 2 years

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First chapter of Caves of Qumran rewrite is now on wattpad! Check it out

Warning for guns, implied violence; future chapters contains full contact fight scenes

#gritsandbrits #wattpad #fanfiction #black fanfic writer #adventures in odyssey #aio #aio fanfiction

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adventuresinodysseyfanfiction · 2 years

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Chapter 44 up!

#adventures in odyssey #fanfiction #generation

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aiorevelations · 1 year

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New Fanfiction (ft. Jason Whittaker)

Ask and you shall receive. Our latest fanfic is out and it involves our favorite discovery emporium owner’s son. In our recent fanfic poll, about which fanfic you wanted to see finished first, an AU involving Jason and a certain villain won. So here it is.

#adventures in odyssey #aio #adventuresinodyssey #jason whittaker #aio fanfic #aio fanfiction #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #adventures in odyssey fanfic

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jasonnieadventures · 9 days

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Yavesh Core is built like a cult-- everyone in it is dependent on Elena to some degree. The higher up Admins are dependent on her emotionally and all so subordinate no one would think of challenging her. They believe in her mission... partly because it is her saying it and they trust her.

#and the lower ppl just follow orders #but also get perks that tie them to it #and threats if they speak of it elsewhere #unpleasant death #writing #generation aio #elena holt #yavesh #adventures in odyssey fanfiction #human trafficking organization #crime organization #dependent emotionally.... often means she gave... favors to them at one time #or hints at it #or unrequited romance #and we see how this works in a cult too

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aza-aio · 1 year

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@aiorevelations A recent thought came to mind that Jason met the President of the United States at least once, but I don't know what President it was... Help!😅 I think Ronald Regan Tho.....

#aio #jason whittaker #my fanfiction Idea by the way :)#adventures in odyssey

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harlowdoylepi · 2 years

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Third Quarter Quell AU is finally here

Took me long enough, and frankly I have no good excuse for why I haven't posted this sooner. This is probably kind of cheesy, and maybe a little cringe, but I had fun writing it and said I would post it so here we go.

The Third Quarter Quell: An aio AU by @harlowdoylepi

Prologue:

The year is 2497 A.D., in the country of Panem, a continent that was once known as North America. After a global climate crisis, the surviving peoples of this nation rallied and created the new nation of Panem, a land split into thirteen districts, all run by the tyrannical Capitol. Because of the horrible work loads, the rampant poverty, and starvation, the districts rebelled. The war raged for years, but in the end the Capitol won. They obliterated District 13, as they were the leaders behind the rebellion. As a punishment, the Capitol assembled The Hunger Games, an annual event where one boy and one girl from 12-18 were chosen as tributes to fight to the death in an arena. The arenas could be anything from a frozen tundra, to a dry desert, to a forest.

The last one alive wins, and is crowned victor. The victor is rewarded with a life of plenty for them and their family. It's a game of survival, wits, strength, and courage. At least, that's what it is portrayed to be by the Capitol media. For most of the districts, it means a death sentence, and brutal mutilation, dehumanization, and a families' loss....

Jules Kendall lives in District 12, the poorest and smallest district. She and her older sister live with their step mother, after their father left them for a better district. Connie worked at a small shop in the town square, and Jules would hunt in the woods, (albeit illegally.)

Jules was not what you would call the social type. She only had a handful of friends, one being her older sister Connie, but she was more like a mother than anything else. The other was Jeff Lewis, who had taught Jules how to hunt and gather, and was primarily responsible for Jules, Connie, and their mother 's survival after her father left. She thought for sure Connie loved Jeff, and he loved her back, but one day he disappeared without a trace. No one knew where he went, and it was whispers around the districts assumed Jeff had been caught by the Capitol doing something illegal.

The only other two Jules felt she cared about was Gale, her hunting partner, and Priscilla. Two winters before, Priscilla's parents caught the flu and died tragically, and the Kendalls took her in. Jules cared for her like she was her own sister, and in many ways, she was.

On the year of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, Priscilla's name was drawn at the reaping. Almost without thinking, Jules volunteered to go to the games in her place. The boy tribute from District 12 was Buck Oliver, a boy Jules did not know. They went to the Capitol with Effie Trinket, their publicist, and Haymitch Abernathy, their mentor, who was drunk most of the time.

Thanks to their stylist team at the Capitol, Cinna and Portia, the pair soon caught the Capitol's eye, with their fiery outfits, Jules becoming known as "The Girl on Fire".

During the interviews with the Capitol's own Bryan Dern, Buck confessed he'd had a crush on Jules for years. Jules is taken aback, and now is faced with the pain of having to go through the Games and probably watch him die, if she doesn't have to kill him herself.

Once the games started, Jules ran away with a small backpack and hid, trying to avoid the Career tributes, the teens from districts 1, 2, and 4, who were trained to be in the games ever since they were young. Later, Jules found out Buck had joined the careers as they hunted for her. A couple of days later the careers found her, and they chased her up a tree. Unable to climb as high as she did, they set up camp at the tree, hoping to wait her out. In the early morning, Rue, a 12 year old girl from district 11 came to a nearby tree and silently pointed to a tracker jacker nest. Jules climbed up and started sawing the branch the nest was attached to and dropped it down on the Careers. The poisonous wasps attacked and the Careers ran away, but one girl didn't make it. Jules came down and took the girl's weapon: a bow and a set of arrows. Jules got stung by the tracker jackers, and she saw Buck urging her to run away. Seeing Cato, the district 2 boy, she took off into the forest. As she continued the venom started to affect her and she passed out.

Once she woke up, Jules formed an alliance with Rue, who had taken care of her while she was passed out. Rue was small, innocent, and strongly reminded Jules of Priscilla. Two days later, Rue got caught in a trap and was speared through by the District 1 career named Marvel. In retaliation, Jules shot him through the throat. Jules sat by Rue as she died, and sang softly to her. Once she died, Jules honored her by covering Rue's body in flowers.

By now the only tributes who were left were her and Buck, a redheaded girl she called Foxface, Thresh, who was Rue's district partner, and Cato and Clove, from District 2. The gamemakers announced that if two tributes from the same district are left, they could both be the victors. At this Jules rushed to find Buck. Later she found him with a large sword wound in his leg, left by Cato. They hid out in a cave for several days, and Haymitch sent them several sponsor gifts with private notes to Jules telling her to pretend to be in love with Buck to win the audience's favor.

Finally, through a final showdown with some wolf-like creatures, called muttations, Cato was killed, leaving Jules and Buck the only two left alive in the arena. They waited for the hovercraft to take them away, but it didn't come. Then, the Gamemakers decided to renounce their rule; so Jules and Buck had to battle to the death. Buck refused to kill Jules because he loved her. Jules wasn't sure about being in love with him, but knew if she killed him, she'd never be able to live with the guilt. Suddenly, she had an idea, a way to avoid the guilt of killing Buck, and to not give the Capitol the pleasure of watching them kill one another. She took a handful of poisonous berries for each of them, and they agreed to eat them. Before they could they heard the panicked voices of the Gamemakers, announcing them as the double victors of the Hunger Games.

Now that the games were won, Jules hoped life would go back to normal. But she found that it would be anything but. Haymitch warned her that the Capitol would try to punish her for her defiance of the games' rules.

Later, when she and her family comfortably settled in their house at the Victor's Village, she is visited by Corialanus Snow, the president of Panem. He tells her that ever since her stunt in the games, there had been whispers and rumblings of an uprising in the districts, because of what she did. Whether it was intentional or not, Jules had ignited something that could easily "get out of hand" as President Snow put it. The mockingjay that she wore as her district token in the arena had become a symbol. In the Capitol it was a fashion statement, but in the districts, it symbolized rebellion. Worried that by stepping out of line, it would cost her family's and friends' lives, Jules asked what she should do to help amend things. President Snow tells her that while she and Buck are on the victory tour, she must convince the audiences she is only a crazy, love-struck girl who was trying to save her love, not rebel against the Capitol.

On the train, Jules, Buck, and Haymitch hatched a plan to try and convince the audiences of their love. Jules did her best to act along. But all throughout the districts, signs of rebellion continued to become apparent. It had now become too large for them to stop it. Still they continued. The final interview ended with Buck proposing to her. President Snow came to congratulate them, and Jules later found out that she did not succeed in quelling the rebellion.

Once they went back to District 12, life only became stranger. New peacekeepers were sent to the district, and made life very difficult for the citizens. Gale got whipped for hunting in the woods. The old electric fence on the outside of the district became live again for the first time in years. The wedding planning still went on, and Jules was trying to figure out some way to get out of it.

A month later, President Snow announced the 75th Hunger Games, or the Third Quarter Quell, a version of the Games that came every 25 years with some new twist, to make the games more difficult and deadly. The twist: This year's tributes would be reaped from the existing pool of victors.

Jules and Buck were going back to The Hunger Games.

Tribute Center, The Capitol.

Jules and Buck sat down in the dining room on their floor of the tribute building in the Capitol. The table was spread with platters of lavish food, but none of them felt like eating it.

Haymitch sat down with a small notebook in hand. "Alright, I need you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child's play, this year, you're dealing with experienced killers."

"What does that mean for us?" Buck asked.

"You two have a distinct disadvantage. Most of these victors have been friends for years. You're going to have to make some allies."

"No." Jules said flatly.

"Sweetie, you two are already high on their kill list. You two go it alone, and their first move will be to hunt you down. Again, you have to establish some alliances." He tapped the table with each word of his last phrase.

Jules paused and shook her head slightly. "But- how could any of us trust each other?"

"It's not about trust, it's about staying alive." Haymitch said. He turned to the television and turned it on. Buck and Jules got up and sat on the couch in front of it.

"Let's review the tributes, if you can get some idea of who they are, it will make your decision easier for training later."

A pair of people flashed across the screen, smiling charmingly at the onlooking audience. The man was tall and fair; he had to have been well over six feet. The woman was small, but muscular. A circlet of gold rested on her ginger hair. It distinctly reminded Jules of Foxface.

Haymitch pointed to them. "That's Gloss and Monica, from District 1. They both volunteered back to back years and won. Capitol favorites, lots of sponsors, both are extremely deadly."

The scene changed to another man and woman with their hands together, raised, cheering as though they were already victorious. One was a hulk of a man, likely in his forties, the other was a muscular young woman in her thirties.

"That's Brutus and Enobaria; also deadly. You already know what last year's District 2 tributes were like, what do you think these ones are?"

They watched as Enobaria flashed a wide smile at the crowd, making her teeth stand out.

"What's with her teeth?" asked Buck.

"She had them filed into fangs so she can rip people's throats out." Haymitch said nonchalantly.

Jules could see the color drain out of Buck's face. "She's committed, I'll give her that."

The screen flashed again, showing a rather lanky man with oversize glasses and a woman who looked like she was in her fifties. Her brown hair was in a short bob. "And this is Eugene and Wiress. I'll let you guess which one is which. Neither are deadly with weapons, per se, but they're brilliant. And a little strange. He-" Haymitch pointed to Eugene. "-electrocuted six tributes at the same time. It was sort of an accident, but still. He knows his stuff. So does Wiress."

Next came a shot of a young man, early twenties. "That's Richard Maxwell of District four."

"He's from District four?" Jules asked, frowning. Physically, Richard fit the bill of a career tribute. He just didn't look like he was from Four. He had thick, dark hair and brown eyes that matched. A strong contrast to the usual fair headed people of four, who were often shades of red or blonde, with blue or green eyes. But he still had the deep tan that was the trademark of many of his people.

"Yes, that's him. He won the games at the age of fourteen, the youngest tribute to win yet. He's super humble."

"You're kidding."

"Yeah I am." Haymitch rolled his eyes. "He's a peacock, a total preener. He's smart though, and the Capitol loves him. He's charming, clever, and very skilled at combat, especially in water."

Jules' eyes narrowed. "What are his weaknesses?"

"Does he have any?" Buck asked.

"There is one: Mags." The screen changed to show an elderly woman with deep wrinkles and silver hair. Standing next to her was a young woman with red hair. The latter placed her hand over her mouth and started shaking as her name was read. Almost immediately, Mags raised her hand, volunteering to go in her place.

"She volunteered in place of Blair." He pointed to the younger woman. "Mags was the one who mentored Richard. The closest thing to family he's got, she practically raised him. If he's trying to protect her, it exposes him."

"That can't be a weakness for long." Jules pointed out. "There's no way she could survive the arena, even if he was protecting her full time. A guy like him has to know that. I'll bet when it comes down to it he won't protect her."

They watched as Richard took Mags in his arms and tenderly kissed the top of her head. It almost appeared as though the elderly woman might have been crying. He whispered something in her ear.

"Well, either way, if she has to go, I hope it's quick. She's really a wonderful lady." Haymitch gave a sad shake of his head. The screen had already shown the District five tributes, but Haymitch didn't rewind as he felt they were not much of a threat. The next District was six. A gaunt man and woman stood there. Their eyes were sunken in and they were unkempt.

"Those are the Morphlings. I don't know their real names, and I'm not sure if they do. They won their games by camouflaging and hiding until they were the only ones left. They've been heavily medicated since, which I approve of. No threat."

Another young woman just a few years older than Jules came on the screen. She had light brown hair about shoulder length, with smoldering gray eyes. Her general expression carried the same effect. Those eyes sort of reminded Jules of Gale. She desperately wished he were here right now.

"Bridget Perkins, District Seven." Haymitch gestured to the young woman.

She held her head high and cast a defiant look at the cameras as her name was read. She stalked up to the stage and glared at the announcer.

"She's a tribute to remember. She first portrayed herself as weak, so she would go unnoticed by the others. I'd never seen such a scared tribute, and believe me I've seen some scared ones. Once she got into the arena, however, she was lethal. By the time there were just a few tributes left, the Games ended like that." Haymitch snapped his fingers. "She wanted out of there, and she was willing to do whatever it took to do it. She's definitely the type of person to ally with, not against." He turned off the TV.

"You're main mission at training tomorrow is to make allies. Most of these victors have been friends for years, but you've only just met a handful of them."

"What would happen if me and Buck tried to team up by ourselves and just hide out?" Jules asked.

“He already said, it'll just put us higher on their kill list." Buck pointed out.

"At least make them like you." Haymitch poured some wine into a glass. "Try to teach them what you know, or ask if they can give you pointers. Try to make small talk at meal times. Be friendly."

"Ugh, oh no." Jules muttered under her breath.

"I know Buck will have no problems with that." Their mentor cast a wary side eye at Jules.

Jules frowned.

The automatic doors swished open and Effie came prancing in. This time, her hair was golden colored, and she had chunky gold heels to match. "Hello Jules, hello, Buck, hello, Haymitch. " She said cheerfully. "I just had this wonderful idea to give us a signature style. I thought we could color coordinate! Gold accents, inspired off of Jules' mockingjay pin. After all, we are a team, so it would just make sense to have us stand with the same colors."

"Oh brother." Haymitch mumbled. "If you think for one second I'm going to wear one of those silly wigs, or some kind of gold tone blush or eyeliner, you are badly, badly mistaken."

"Oh don't be ridiculous! You don't have the look for it anyway. Not quite the right face."

"Good."

"That's why I thought you could wear a golden bracelet, Buck could have a golden medallion, and Jules could have her mockingjay pin! I'll get them both to you tomorrow, after the tribute parade."

"Sounds nice, Effie." Buck replied pleasantly.

Effie put her finger to her painted lips, thinking briefly. "Now what did I come here for?" She tapped her finger a couple of times. "Oh, of course! Buck, Jules, your stylist teams both would like you to come to your rooms so they can do the preliminary preparations for the chariot ceremony tomorrow!"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay."

Jules and Buck got up and walked to their rooms, silently. For the hundredth time since the quarter quell announcement, Jules felt the full weight of what was happening. She and Buck were going back into the arena. This time, she couldn't give the gamemakers the run around. They would ensure only one victor was coming out of that arena. Their odds were even slimmer than ever. She heard Buck's door shut, and she straightened at the noise. She was going to protect Buck no matter what happened. She was going to do everything in her power to get Buck out alive, even if it meant jumping in front of a spear, or a flying ax to save him. She didn't think she really loved him enough to marry him, but she did know between the two of them, he was the one who deserved to live. He could keep the revolution going.

She would think through this plan later, and talk to Haymitch to try and get him to help. That would be a whole mission in itself. Jules walked to her room with new resolve, holding her head high for the first time in days.

Yes. Her new strategy: keep Buck alive.

With a new plan in mind, Jules walked in confidently to her room, greeted by her stylist team.

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Welcome to the Cave of Delphi!

I promote love, not hate on this blog.

Apollo love (platonic) in particular.

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About Me

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Religion: Roman Catholic

Pronouns: She/Her

Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic (sometimes I use Panromantic)

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Current Obsessions: Greek Mythology, Apollo, Trials of Apollo, Apollo, Ancient Greece, Apollo, Roman Empire, & Apollo

My Cohost

My Youtube Videos

My Posts

Favorite Posts

The Copollo Fic Masterlist

Fic Recs

🏹➳~My Fanfics~➳🏹

Fanfic Update Order

The Works of Apollo - RRverse Canon Compliant

Adventures in (Grand)Parenting: Featuring Koios - Our favorite grandpa and his many trials and errors at grandparenting

Alder's Mess of ToA AUs - RRverse Canon Divergent AUs within the series

The Crew of Dodona - ToA Pirate AU

Mythology Fics - The OG myths

Tag List:

#ramblings of an oracle - me spouting whatever i what

#the oracle speaks - asks i have answered <3

#my incorrect quotes - IQs from my own fanfics, not from the myths or ToA

#my art - self-explanatory lmao

#fic asks - asks about my fanfics <3

#ask game - responses to an ask game

Mythology

#apollo love

Duos

#sun n moon twins - Apollo n Artemis <3

#truth n lies - Apollo & Hermes

#logic n chaos - Apollo & Dionysus

#knowledge & wisdom - Apollo & Athena

#theives' hunt - Hermes & Artemis

#poetry and love - Apollo & Aphrodite

#light and fire - Apollo & Hephaestus

#plague and war - Apollo & Ares

#stepduo - Apollo & Hera

#harmony & order - Apollo & Zeus (mainly ToA)

Groups

#the disaster trio - Apollo, Artemis, & Hermes

#queer quartet - Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, & Dionysus

#troublesome triad - Apollo, Hermes, & Dionysus

#raggamuffin kids - all of the second-gen Olympian sibs

#civilization trio - Apollo, Hermes, & Athena

#the music gang - Apollo & the Muses

#chaotic crew - Apollo, Dionysus, Hermes, & Persephone

#tasteful trio - Apollo, Dionysus, & Aphrodite

#delphic triad - Leto and her babies <3

#regal trio - Zeus and the twins

#raggamuffin parents - 1st gen Olympians AKA the children of Kronos

#delphic fam - the maternal side of the twins' family <3

The Stuff

#greek mythology analysis

#incorrect greek mythology quotes

#mythology aus

#greek myths

#greek myth fanart

#greek myth memes

#greek myth headcanons

#greek myth vines

#greek fam tree

#greek history

#apollocinthus - Apollo & Hyacinthus Supremacy Here

#apoly - Apollo's polycule because he is <3

Then just type in a god/goddess to find stuff with them in it. I can reassure you i will have plenty of stuff with Apollo, Artemis, & Hermes.

sometime tho i will put extra stuff behind it (ex: #pan the god)

for reference: I classify a "meme" as a funny post with pictures or something like that. A "quote" would be, well, quotes.

The Trials of Apollo (RiordanVerse)

*stuff that is exclusively from ToA*

#sunflower siblings - apollo & meg

#sibling shenanigans - apollo, artemis, thalia, & jason

#triumvirite holdings - the three nasty emperors

#prophecy pair - apollo & rachel

#incorrect trials of apollo quotes

#nero

#commodus

#caligula

#meg mccaffery

#python

#copollo - the guilty-pleasure, absolute TRAINWRECK of a ship between Apollo and Commodus. *slaps ship* i can fit so many ISSUES into this ship!

#toa fanart

#toa theory

#riordanverse headcanons

#toa memes

#toa polls

#toa fanfiction

#apollo fanfiction

#if i was a demigod

ToA Fanfics

#tsari: eclipse

Epics

#the iliad

#the odyssey

#the aeneid

#the trojan war

#trojan war memes

#incorrect trojan war quotes

then just type in a character's name (Ex: #diomedes) and it should pop up. However, some characters I've put extra stuff with like:

#prince hector

#helen of sparta

#jason the argonaut

so as i go/find those names with extras in them i'll place them above

Other

#not myths but it's related

#rome

#poetry

#music

#the haiku bot

#resources

#blood of zeus

#roman emperors

#sacred animals

#statues

#paintings

#notes for later

#not myths

#rhymes

i have a tag for other deities so just type in their name and then what religion they are (Example: #frey norse god; thoth egyptian god; bast egyptian goddess; ect.) <- all one tag

i won't do it often, but i also may reblog stuff from other mythologies like norse or egyptian (HA I SPELT IT RIGHT FIRST TIME WHOOP)

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