#also do you remember that death game train thing i was working on a few months ago GUESS WHAT I PICKED IT BACK UP!!!

[starrysharks]

remember that i'm ALIVE but minty isn't unfortunately

#zeno's art #ocs #soulstice circus #minty #also do you remember that death game train thing i was working on a few months ago GUESS WHAT I PICKED IT BACK UP!!! #might post some redesigns soon #anyway this sketch is from a few months ago #i'll try to comb through my ibis gallery to find stuff to share over the weeks because when i say INACTIVE i mean prob for several months #like expect things to go back to normal around july-august 😭 if youre from the UK you can prob guess which exams i'm studying for #and you should know that they're a BITCH #anyway zeno out. biology revision in.

[m1ndbrand]

"all it took was..." — The new President

WARNINGS: Coriolanus Snow is it's own warning(Snow after the 10thGames, 2 years after to be precise); Mentions of death and corpse(small description, nothing big).

SUMMARY: The 12th Hunger Games winner unfortunately fortunately gets the attention of President Snow.

WORDS: 1.384

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the franchise The Hunger Games characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them. I do claim what I wrote and only that.

A/N: If you know the tragedy of Coriolanus by William Shakespeare some names will be recognizable...Also I'm sorry but this chapter won't be the continuation of their little...encounter— but I promise, it's going to happen!

TAG-LIST: @sorry-mrs-jacobs; @phoward89;

MASTERLIST

He was never someone who believed in the stars and whatever they might mean to some people.

It seemed completely idiotic and beneath someone from the level of education, you would get from the Capitol to have this belief that in his humble opinion, of course — was archaic and beneath him.

Fate and stories written on the stars were all but a way of fairy tales being made, a topic on some and even a very important one at that "merging" some characters together like the universe itself deemed them a pair, one in two.

Star-crossed lovers.

How he hated that idea, he couldn't believe he even fed it to—

Let's not dwell on that topic, he had better things to do, like arrange a new Games Maker for the 12th Hunger Games.

Doctor Volumnia Gaul is no more, some freak accident with one or more than one mutt; it wasn't clear, the body was far too mutilated to be recognised by anyone at all if not for the DNA tests and well...the place of the accident, a place only a few people were able to enter and of course Doctor Gaul was one of those people, him included in the small pool.

It was slightly weird however how the mulls were able to break free, the reporters debated it for the first days the case broke daylight, but the theory was quickly suppressed.

After all, mulls were still in being tested and we're highly volatile, their behaviour unstable and unpredictable. And of course, accidents happen.

But the world continues to go around and so shall the Capitol, he needed to find someone and fast. 

He should have looked more into it, the selection that is. But he had more important things in his place, strength the security in the several points of entry on all distractions, the training of the peacekeepers and the change of the uniform like he so petitioned for just to name a few.

The new and young president had more important things to worry about than some person who would probably be soon replaced if so needed.

The theme he chose ,he didn't even try to remember the man's name, was an advanced-looking arena; a sign of the year the Capitol got a new President. Coriolanus liked the idea. It painted his future reign as one that would lead them into the future, lead them into a better time.

It painted him as a good leader.

The reaping ceremony passed without a problem. Some students clearly didn't like something— their tribute lack of attributes to make them win or the idea of having to participate in such 'twisted games' as the rebel-like-youth liked to name his games. He honestly couldn't care less, blue-ice-like eyes looking straight at the screens with a fake polite smile when the camera twists at him, showing his all too polished self composed with a deep red suit and thick coat that made his figure even more imposing than it normally is.

He would soon return to his manor and actually work, the two hours of the opening ceremony put his work ethic behind schedule more than he liked to admit.

There was much to be done to make the Capitol and the Districts into the way he saw fit and Coriolanus shouldn't waste more time than he already has.

Not even a day later he would have the files of everyone who chose to review. For some reason the late president did this— the threat of the Rebels was still very much a problem and he was of course scared shitless by them so all 'useful' information was of course turned into two paper pages that it was his duty to read through.

Coriolanus was just about to skim through them all but the very first file caught his attention, District One female tribute.

Not the girl's image he didn't even look at it properly, he already saw every tribute face on the reaping ceremony... all looked underfed and clearly not fit for an entertaining games in terms of pure brutal strength, the mentors would need to sell them well to the Capitol. No it was her name. Her last name rang a bell.

A big warning bell was inside his head and it made his eyebrows furrow, hand picked up the two-page long file and flipped through the description of her family. Something was amiss, he could feel it in his bones. Something was wrong. 

Coriolanus could almost feel the hunger tearing at his stomach, his small sweaty hand tightly gripping his equally moist cousin's hand as they received the news of his father's death.

His other small hand gripping the files of several names of supposed rebels that could be the reason behind his father's death. Blond hair falls against his sweaty forehead as at that time he didn't understand why he had to read the names of random men.

Brutus.

His hand grips the file on his hand, veins popping up as his eyes skim through the contents of the file, once and then twice. He didn't even sit down, reading in silence for 10 minutes over and over again to look out for another word, sentence, or anything more.

Only two people are still alive from her family— grandmother and little brother, Valeria Brutus and Menenius Brutus, then they got the last name from her grandfather. His hand moves the paper right and left, trying to see if her grandfather's first name was there. But it wasn't. It probably wasn't deemed to be useful information since he is dead. Putting the papers down he turns with a sigh to his window, chin rising as he looks to see all the perfectly arranged garden of pure white roses in the front of his mansion.

No this shouldn't matter. It didn't matter, not now. He got what he wanted he won, the victor. He was still standing with or without his father.

The nostalgic feeling of feeling hungry regrows once again and it makes him nauseous, sharp eyes turning to the face of the girl on the page. She looked like every other girl he reminds himself as he starts a little too long at her face. Eighteen, one more year and she should have been safe from the reaping.

A smile creeps on his lips. Amusement dancing in his eyes like he had just read a good enough joke.

He couldn't sleep.

Coriolanus hated to be in need of something even if it was just a simple pill to go to sleep. He was better than that, he could sleep alone thank you very much.

Couldn't he just get the information he wanted? He could, he had the resources, and he had the needs to if he so pleases, so why not?

No.

No, he wouldn't lose to this...whatever this is, curiosity, need— want to know. Closure.

Maybe that was it. Know the person or people that did this to him. To his family. The people that made him starve and struggle. Envy and step on people that he knew were living better than him, growing to bring them down so he could feel himself high above them all. Know the people that in a way, made him the way he is now.

Rising he presses the inside of his palms to his eyes.

For fucks sake— Shut the fuck up! 

His mouth was open. Eyes shot open and hands grabbing tightly the silk covers, knuckles turning white. Did he shout those words? Wasn't it all in his head? His hands were shaking, face was slightly flushed red from anger.

It's one of those episodes.

Rising he curses under his breath, feet carrying him to one of the small tables with some pills on them. Deep eyes thin as he tried to look into the colours of the various drugs that looked like they were thrown there and he picked a deep purple one in the midst of the rainbow and quickly gulped it down without water.

His attention is caught by the silver-like glow of the moonlight slipping through his windows, blue tired-looking eyes looking up at the sky, they find the stars instead of the moon that sings for attention. Wishing to catch a stray star amidst the ones that stay. Maybe he could catch it as it falls.

With those thoughts, sleep would soon catch him.

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#coriolanus snow x reader #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #dark!coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas x you #tbosas fanfiction #tbosas x reader #tbosas #the hunger games #thg x reader

[baeptae]

BLOODSTAINED ROSES

Pairing: yandere!pjm x reader

thg au!

wc: 1.1k

Warnings: violence, gambling, yandere behavior, gore, death, killing, strong language, I think that's it, but tell me if I missed anything!

THIS IS ALL FICTION!!

Summary: Being in District 2, you never thought you'd have to worry about being in the Hunger Games, on the day of the reaping, your name gets called, what will you do when no one volunteers?

A/N: This is my first work! It's also a sneak peak of the first chapter of a four chap series! English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Another warning that this contains dark themes. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the warnings that were previously mentioned

Your name was called.

Your name was called.

You can't breathe, the realization sinking in after you get called up onto the stage. You walk up the stairs, standing next to the escort of 2. She shoves her hand into the bowl for the male tribute after giving you a small smile and whispering a small and quiet 'Congratulations' to you. She pulls out the slip and carefully opens it, smiling as she announces the name written in dark ink.

"Lee Minho—"

"I volunteer as tribute."

A strong and confident voice echoes as a young man with black hair walks up on stage. Your escort asks him for his name as he stands proudly, even giving a small bow.

"Jeon Jungkook."

"The District 2 Tributes for the 77th Hunger Games, Jeon Jungkook and L/n Y/n! Give them a round of applause!" You shake hands, and the applause and cheering that follow make you feel sick to your stomach. You both get pulled back into the mayor's manor, and you recognize that this is the last time to see your family. You almost cry when you see your little brother, Dohyon, hugging him tightly as he begs you not to leave. You reassure him that you'll try to come back, giving a quick hug to your mother and father as they cry and apologize for everything. They're pulled out of the room, and after a few minutes, you are, too. You and Jungkook are escorted onto the train. You can't remember whether he tried to talk to you or not; you were too focused on keeping your feelings in check and trying not to break out into sobs to pay attention.

Your eyes are kept on the window, staring out, trying to forget about everything for just a minute, but of course, right when you start, the train stops. Your mentors tell you both to get up, leading you both off the train and right into the arms of your separate stylists, both of you getting taken to different rooms.

Your stylist, Axtis, kept going on about making you look and feel gorgeous and how he'd make sure you'd get sponsors. You zone him out while he trims and styles your hair. You wonder how your family is doing. You wonder if your little brother is crying to your mother and father about how unfair it is and asking them to please do something. Maybe your older sister is trying to console him. You saw the look on your father's face; there's no way he's in a good space right now, and your mother—you're interrupted by snapping. Directly in your face.

"Hello? Did you ever hear what I asked? God, I always get the disrespectful ones." Axtis complains. "Sorry, I was, uhm, just thinking about my family."

He shoots you a strange look with this. "Your family? I've never heard a career worry about not winning before." 

"Well, I'm not a career." You say quietly, kicking your legs back and forth while still sitting on the chair he plopped you down on fifteen minutes ago.

"Oh, you poor thing. No one volunteered?"

You stay quiet, trying to hide your tears as you let everything sink in. You're being sent to your death. That's all it is. You have no skill with any weapon. You're not flexible or fast. You can't climb, and your swimming skills are average at best. There's no way you're winning this, so why even have hope?

You look at the screen in front of you as it turns on, the replays of all of the reapings in front of you. You take in the information. Right now, it's District 1. The girl, Im Nayeon, is smiling and waving after she volunteers and steps onto the stage. The male tribute seems similar to yourself—a small-looking boy, maybe 15? He's clearly shaken up—not a career. You feel bad until you hear someone volunteer for him. The camera pans around to a young man, obviously dangerous with his terrifying calm expression. He strolls up to the stage, shaking hands with Nayeon before announcing his name.

"Park Jimin."

You stare, watching as the crowd of District 1 cheers for the two tributes, and the screen switches to your reaping. It shows you getting your name called, and you were very obviously shaken while walking up the stairs. You bite your lip as Axtis turns it off right when Jungkook volunteers and starts to put your outfit on. A gold breastplate with a golden leather skirt, gorgeous gold heels, and for the final touch, a gold helmet gets gently set on your head as Axtis starts to work on your makeup.

When he's finally done, you take a few minutes to admire yourself. Your mentors—Enobaria and Brutus—tell you to hurry up and get into the chariot for the tribute parade. You and Jungkook get in next to each other, and he tells you to calm down, smile, and wave.

You take his advice.

After District 1's chariot is out, you and Jungkook are next, getting rolled out as the crowd cheers and screams, throwing roses at you and Jungkook as you wave and smile, deciding to blow a few kisses, too.

Eventually, all the chariots are out as President Snow gives his speech. You feel eyes on you, and you look around, making direct eye contact with the boy from District 1. Jimin. You both stare at each other, not even blinking, until you get nudged by Jungkook, finally looking away. You can still feel his eyes on you; it makes you shiver.

After the speech, all of the tributes are brought back into the opening ceremony area. You can still feel Jimin's eyes on you, but you pretend not to notice. Your mentors notice and decide to move onto your floor. You and Jungkook each get your own bedroom. You walk towards the table decorated with food.

You and Jungkook sit next to each other as Enobaria tells you both to stock your bodies with food; there's never telling when you'll get more. She explains that you'll both go and train in the arena; she tells Jungkook to teach you how to do something so that you aren't completely useless; then, she sends you both to bed.

The next morning, you have a quick breakfast before heading down to the training arena, grabbing some knives, and throwing them at some targets. You hear someone come up behind you and you feel them correct your posture. "Thank you, Jungkook." You whisper, throwing a knife and hitting the target dead-center. You turn around to thank him again and are met face-to-face with Jimin. "Wrong person, Y/n."

"Good throw."

A/N: The full chapter will be about 5-7k words and will probably be out around the middle of next month! I am trying to finish it as fast as possible, and this is my first time writing 🥳🥳

#yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere jimin #jimin #jimin smut #thg #thg au #yandere #jungkook #jungkook smut

[lowkeyrobin]

TUBBO ; colors

summary ; the world is mostly black and white until you meet your soulmate

warnings & mentions ; language, cheesey end, reader is described to get overstimulated and nonverbal in very excited situations, set in mix like late 2021 around bench trio meetup

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1.5k

masterlist

Meeting up with your friends in real life was like the plot to a corny fanfiction to you. It was so unbelievable, yet true now.

You'd been hoping and planning to make a trip over with Ranboo, but each time, something had gone wrong. Whether it be problems meeting at the same airport or having scheduled other important things prior, school, etcetera. It never seemed to work out until now. Ranboo already got to the UK yesterday, considering you guys sadly couldn't get tickets together so close to the departure date.

Boarding that plane was maybe the scariest thing you've ever done.

The anxiety courses adrenaline through your veins, causing you to nearly stumble over yourself.

The world had been desaturated for as long as you could remember. At least you could enjoy your video games, being in full color. God, it was almost yesterday that Tommy and Tubbo were teaching you all the colors you didn't know yet. It was like training a toddler.

Thank God screens were out of bounds of this weird infection thing. You didn't know what to call if. You loved color, you loved every shade of every color, really. It was that sense of driving out somewhere you don't go often, and you stare out the window to take everything in.

As you sit in your seat, your leg bounces rapidly, your carry-on backpack resting at your feet. You look out the window, seeing one of the wings up in front of you a couple of seats as you mumble to yourself.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, I hate this already"

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Finally, after the longest, and probably most turbulent, flight of your life, you step out into the world, seeing the outside of Brighton airport and it's parking lot. Phil would be here soon to come pick you up, running late due to traffic.

You sit on a bench outside the building, next to the front doors with your nearly month's worth of luggage around you. Your backpack was filled with your laptop, other device needs, and some clothes and hygiene things. Your suitcase, thankfully big enough, heald all your clothes.

You see Phil wave out his window as he pulls up to the curb, shouting a happy hello. You stuff your things in the trunk with Phil's and Tommy's bags, also planning to stay down near Tubbo's at least for the weekend. You then hop in the passenger's seat, being jumpscared by Tommy who was hiding in the back seat.

"Holy shit!"

Tommy laughs, and Phil tries his best to hide the smile tugging at his lips. "Don't scare them to death, Tommy, please"

"Are you so excited right now?" The blonde asks you, you reply with a happy, silent nod, becoming overstimulated already due to the happiness and the chaotic nature of Tommy already, driving you nonverbal. The jet lag and tiredness also did some damage on you, being teleported to a new time zone.

"They're wearing red!" He smiles, "You're wearing red, we're all triplet-ing!"

You all laugh and giggle, which you assume the two were both wearing red. Tommy was wearing his usual red baseball shirt, and Phil had a supposedly red sweatshirt on.

Phil drives you three all the way down to Tubbo's house, maybe an hour of driving max. When you step out of the car and move the seat forward to let Tommy out, you're greeted with a warm hug from behind, gifted from Tubbo.

"Hi! Oh my fucking God, I can't believe you're here!" He smiles, jumping a bit as he looks up at you.

"Hi!" You smile, doing the same as him, wrapping him in another hug just to make sure he was real.

Ranboo, Aimsey, Billzo, and Freddie stand a few feet away, then wrap you guys in a group hug, Tommy and Philza included.

When you open your eyes, now not engulfed by your friends, the world around you was now painted with color. Tubbo's hoodie was painted a nice forest green color, you saw reds, blues, and yellows on Ranboo's hawaiin shirt, and Aimsey's beanie was the famous red it was over the screen.

"Holy shit" You mumble, looking around to take in all the new scenery.

The group look at you in confusion and see your bright stare, able to tell that you'd gained the wonderous sight of color. You hug Tubbo again, just excited to see him before you get your things from the trunk of Phil's car, and he pulls them inside, placing them in the room you'd be sharing with Ranboo.

Phil departs, needing to run some errands and meet up with some other friends before heading to his hotel. He does a little bit where he abandons Tommy and kicks him and his stuff out, and drives off, nearly late for his lunch with Jack, James, and Charlie.

The day is fulfilled with a Halloween stream, and your little friend group being titled the Cricket Crew. You were officially the third, after Aimsey and Tommy, of that group to gain sight of colors, and it was awesome. You never noticed how colorful your wardrobe was, other than outfits you wore on stream.

You don't think about it much, just too caught up with your friends. But the question of who gifted you your new colors stayed on your mind.

It wasn't until you were getting ready to change into pajamas to have a little movie night with Tubbo, Ranboo, and Tommy, who was going to be picked up around 11 by Wilbur to stay at the hotel nearby, that you thought about the color thing again.

Who the fuck is your soulmate?

Clearly it was one of your friends, but you didn't see any mixed emotions between any of them, at least you could mark off Tommy, obviously, Aimsey, and Bill, who made a joke about how he was thankful he wasn't your soulmate earlier. That left Freddie, Ranboo, and Tubbo. There was just so much happening in that moment that you really couldn't pinpoint one of them.

You decide to leave the detective work for later, wanting to enjoy showing your friends the true masterpiece that is The Breakfast Club. You sit down on the couch in next to Tubbo, who was laying sideways as per usual, whom also made sure to move his legs so you had room to sit. Tommy sat beneath you, leaned against the couch. Ranboo sat criss-cross in front of Tubbo, making sure not to block his view.

Tommy made remarks, jokes, and commentated throughout the movie, causing the other three of you to do the same. After the movie, Tommy leaves, leaving you, Tubbo, and Ranboo to watch Tubbo's choice for the next movie, The Lost Boys. He had it on his watch list for some time now and wanted to watch it.

During the first Act, he ends up making a little comment about all the colors and how cool they looked on the screen. You almost didn't catch it at first, but you did. Ranboo hadn't, though, making pulling Tubbo into the kitchen a little more discreet.

Tubbo tries to act dumb before giving himself up, unable to hide from your pressing nature.

"Uh, yeah, when we hugged, I noticed it. I just didn't say anything cause I was scared and I wanted to focus on us being friends and I don't wanna ruin that-"

"Tubbo..."

"Hm?"

You wrap him in a hug, "Sorry"

"For what?"

You shrug, feeling the apology was nessacary.

"You have really pretty eyes by the way" He smiles

You roll your eyes playfully, "Shut up"

"You're supposed to love me! You're my soulmate, you little shit!"

"That's not how that works!"

"Wow, drama" Ranboo speaks from the doorway, leaning against it while holding up his recording phone. "Sorry, I had to record this. I didn't know he'd confess so soon" They shrug.

"Ran!" Tubbo exclaims, cheeks dusting pink.

"You were in on it?" You ask them, which you recieve a nod in response. "You little asshole"

Ranboo raises his hands in defense, "Don't blame me! Tommy was the one to suggest making it special"

You shrug, patting Tubbo's cheek before you three return to the couch. "It was either you two or Freddie, glad it was the best option, I guess"

"Hey!"

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The next morning, around seven or so, you sit on the back porch, enjoying the fresh air and the sunrise, which you could finally enjoy in all it's glory. Hues of blue, grey, pinks, purples, and reds fill the sky in which you stare at. You hear the door open and close with a click behind you, and the familiar brunette best friend sits next to you.

"Why are you awake?" He groans, rubbing his tired eyes, "It's too early"

"Says you. You wake up in the evening, if you're lucky"

"I- Quiet, I won't be taking Tubbo slander"

You look back up at the sky with a little smile, "Isn't it just so fucking pretty?"

"Not as fucking pretty as you"

...

"Get out"

"This is my house!"

#lowkeyrobin #tubbo x reader #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #mcyt soulmate au #mcyt smau #soulmate au #cricket crew #cricket crew x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

[captainremmington-13]

A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova and Enolio. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Bellova fights to get herself back.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains violence, mentions of murder, suicide, and torture, death, weapons, and swearing

A/n: i’m sorry this took so long to get out🥲🥲i’m gonna try to update this series more often

Coriolanus felt as if his body was turning to ice. 

He barely managed to refrain from trembling in fear. His life could be ended with a flick of Bellova’s wrist if he didn’t think fast enough. 

He decided against trying to play coy. He knew that would only infuriate her more, and lead to his demise.

“I can explain,” he said as gently as he could. 

Bellova’s cold laughter echoed in his ears, making him shudder in her painfully tight grasp. Her sharp nails dug into his pale complexion, slowly but surely breaking through the first layers of skin.

“I would love to hear your reasoning as to why you thought ruining my life would be a wise choice,” she replied. She was beyond angry, which Coriolanus knew was bad news for him. 

“Where did you get-“

“The knife?” Bellova chuckled lowly, dragging the sharp edge back-and-forth across Coriolanus’s neck, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. “When you took all of the weapons from my room, you didn’t check underneath my bed. I hid a blade tucked in the frame in case of emergencies. And this seemed like a fitting time to use it.”

Coriolanus swallowed. His throat felt like it had been replaced by sandpaper. 

“How did you…become you again?”

“I don’t know. Everything was a blur. I felt like I was pulled out of a fever dream and back to reality.”

Bellova let go of him, only to spin him around and hold her blade right above his heart. “Now, you’re going to explain exactly what the fuck you did to me. The last thing I remember was being stabbed in the neck by a syringe, and collapsing on the floor of your office. Clearly, you took my mind hostage and took control of everything in my life.”

Coriolanus backed up, but Bellova was relentless. She grabbed him by the neck and shoved hard, pressing him up against the wall. Her lips curled into a sneer. 

He had forgotten just how terrifying she could be.

“I deserve an explanation, and I intend to get it. Then, once I’m satisfied, I’m going to kill you, as slowly and painfully as I can.”

Somehow, her violent threat snapped him out of his fearful mindset.

He could easily physically overpower her. He was now stronger than her, thanks to his time as a peacekeeper. During their Academy days, Bellova had prided herself in her physical strength. Though she appeared harmless, with a few well-placed blows, she could bring almost anyone to their knees. He was always envious of that ability, as he couldn’t match it. He was too malnourished to even try.

But now, he was properly fed and had developed a significant amount of muscle during his peacekeeper training. 

He could kill her with his bare hands if he wanted to. 

And right now, he really fucking wanted to.

But he knew it wasn’t the right choice. He had to play her game first.

With faux reluctance, Coriolanus told Bellova everything. How he’d used Dr. Gaul’s serum to alter her mind, how he’d killed her father and taken over the Reginelle family’s resources, how he’d gotten her closest friends arrested. 

He was practically able to see the cogs in her mind working. Her eyes, which once again contained the fierceness that Coriolanus had worked so hard to erase, were filing with angry tears. 

He flinched as he felt his cheek meet the palm of her hand harshly. He wasn’t surprised that she’d slapped him, but it was still irritating. She really was a bitch. 

“You’re a fucking snake, Coriolanus Snow,” she hissed, wrapping one of her hands around his throat and bringing the tip of her knife closer to his heart. “Say goodbye to everything you’ve accomplished, none of it will matter once I’m through with you.”

Bellova raised the blade, ready to begin creating morbid lacerations her “fiancé’s” perfect skin. 

But as her hand came down, Coriolanus reached out and grabbed her wrist, effectively stopping the motion. Before she could squirm away, he ripped the weapon out of her hand. His temper flared, and he shoved her to the hard marble floor, making her cry out in pain. She tried to scramble away, but he was on top of her before she could get back on her feet. 

Bellova opened her mouth to scream, but Coriolanus muffled the noise with his large hand. “Scream again and I’ll end you, you dumb bitch,” he snarled in her face. He grabbed the ends of her hair and tugged harshly, and she let out a quiet whine. She kept squirming wildly, trying to escape him, but she was trapped. He had her pinned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bellova asked, her face flushed with panic and fury. “You’ve already done enough damage, why won’t you just let me be?”

“You know too much,” he sneered, intensifying his grip in her hair. She whimpered, silent tears streaming down her face. “I can’t have you exposing all of my endeavors, it would ruin my reputation and my blossoming career.”

“So you took over my head and ruined my life just to keep me quiet?“

Coriolanus laughed darkly. “You’re acting like you wouldn’t do the same if you were in my shoes.”

“Oh, shut u-“

He didn’t hesitate to smack her across the face, grinning as she cringed from the pain. “Now, my darling fiancée, this can go one of two ways. Either you stop fighting me and accept your fate, or I kill you and tell everyone in the Capitol you committed suicide. Which will it be?”

Bellova looked defeated. Coriolanus smirked, satisfied with the fact that he’d finally gotten his way. 

Then, she spit in his face. 

“I’ll never live under your rule, Snow,” she sneered. “I’d rather die.”

Coriolanus was extremely tempted to use Bellova‘s own knife to torture her slowly, dragging out her pain until her body couldn’t take it anymore. However, he knew that one of the servants or Avoxes in the estate would hear her screams, and he’d be caught red-handed.

So, he settled for knocking her out with a punch to her temple. 

Picking her up, Coriolanus threw her onto the bed unceremoniously. He cursed silently, storming into his closet and pulling on an outfit as quickly as possible. He walked out of the room and hurried down the stairs, throwing on a coat and grabbing his satchel. 

“I’m going to the Citadel. Emergency meeting with Dr. Gaul,” he told Enolio. “Don’t enter Bellova’s room, she’s had a rough night and her sleep must not be disturbed. If I hear that you defied my order, I’ll get you fired. Understood?”

Enolio looked pissed, but nodded. “Yes, sir.” 

Coriolanus rushed out of the building and climbed into one of Bellova’s many family cars before the driver could open the door for him. 

“Take me to the Citadel, get me there as fast as you can.”

The driver gulped, and started the car. Like many of the workers at the Reginelle estate, he got nervous when the Snow heir was around. 

Coriolanus knew he tended to have that effect on people, which he greatly enjoyed. 

He’d never get tired of seeing people’s eyes widen in fear when they realized he was about to end their careers lives.

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“Dr. Gaul?”

Coriolanus’s voice echoed through the empty lab. The only living beings in sight were mutations, which chirped, hissed, and mewled quietly in their cages.

“Back here, Mr. Snow.”

He followed the doctor’s voice until he spotted her at the very back of the lab. She was staring at a couple of sketched designs, both of which were labeled as mutts to include the next Hunger Games. 

“I need help,” Coriolanus said, hanging his satchel on the back of a chair. “It’s Bellova. She’s back to her old self.”

“And how exactly did that happen?” The doctor’s voice was deadly quiet, making Coriolanus fidget uncomfortably.

“I-I don’t know. I went to go shower, and when I went back to her bedroom, she attacked me with a knife. I knocked her out after a bit of a struggle, and I came here.” 

Dr. Gaul frowned, her horrifying eyes narrowing. “Perhaps she finally was able to fight the altercations the serum made to her mind, and regain control.” 

“Maybe,” Coriolanus said. “But I need to get her back under. I can’t have her telling everyone about…about everything I’ve done.” 

Dr. Gaul sighed, setting down her papers. “Bring her here tomorrow morning. Once she wakes she will undoubtedly be hostile, so you’ll need to threaten her with violence to get her to comply. By the time she arrives in my lab, I will have an experimental room ready specifically to perform tests on her.”

“What tests?“

The doctor grinned crookedly. “We will see if she can be persuaded to behave the way you want. If so, we can keep her off the serum. But if not, we will keep her here until I develop a new formula that will keep her mind malleable and vulnerable, allowing you to have full control.”

“And what if neither of those work?”

Dr. Gaul shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Then we will dispose of her. We can’t have anything getting in the way of your success, can we, Mr. Snow?”

Coriolanus smirked. 

“No, we certainly can’t.” 

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[gx-gameon]

Yugi adopting Jaden part 2

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Yugi and Solomon talk the whole night. Planning out how they can do this and the practicality of it. (Where will Jaden sleep? Do they have the money? Can Yugi continue going to college?) a lot of hard conversations but Yugi is determined.

Solomon is so proud of his grandson but also sad in that Yugi is only 18. He’s always had so much pressure on him, and now that he’s free to be a young adult he is choosing to take in a child. Solomon couldn’t be more proud but this is a sacrifice. One Yugi is willing choosing to make.

Yugi gets all the paper work in order. He’s looked up everything he needs and knows this is going to be a long process, but before he can start it there is someone he needs to talk to.

He goes to the orphanage the next day and tells them that he wants to adopt. And they laugh at him at first, he is very young. Yugi shakes it off and continues, “I’d like to adopt Jaden Yuki.” No one is laughing now. They are looking at him like a man walking towards his death and Yugi is so curious to know why that is the reaction this gets. But he can’t ask because they are moving so fast.

Jaden is dragged in by one of the adults. They’re dragging the poor boy, his arm caught in a far to tight grip, and Yugi wants nothing more than to take Jaden far away from here. But he still needs to do something.

Jaden looks up at him and his expression goes from fear to excitement. “Yugi!” The adults get mad at him telling him to ‘be respectful’ and call him ‘Mr. Mouto.’

Yugi tells them to leave it and walks over to Jaden. He kneels down in front of the boy and tells him. “Jaden I have a question for you. And you can tell me no. But I want to adopt you. Are you okay with that?” Yugi wants this to be Jaden’s choice.

The boy doesn’t even think about it. He launches himself into Yugi sobbing, “yes! Please!” And Yugi just scoops the boy up holding him close. He stand up with Jaden still in his arms, the boys little arms wrapped around his neck and his little face buried in Yugi’s neck. He moves to sign whatever papers they need. He asks how long it will be before he can take Jaden with him, there’s a process to this, and no matter how much he wants to take Jaden and run he knows he has to do this the right way.

But the orphanage says he can take him today. When Yugi asks about home visits or check ins they tell him “not to worry.” Or “ there won’t be any of those.” And okay, either this is the worst orphanage ever or they really want to be rude of Jaden.

Yugi takes Jaden back upstairs to his little cubby of a room. (It’s so small, Yugi can’t imagine a child living here) and gather all of Jaden’s possessions. There aren’t main to grab. Then Yugi scoops his boy back up and walks out of that orphanage forever. He doesn’t put Jaden down again until they reach Domino. (Holding him through the walk through town and the train ride)

They make their way to Kame Game shop where Solomon is able to meet his new greatgrandson. And instantly the old man is spoiling the little boy rotten. They give him Yugi’s mom’s room. After Yugi graduated high school his mom moved out to live with his dad in America, so the room is open. Jaden is thrilled to have his own space.

And so they settle the little boy in for the next few days. It is in the first night that Yugi learns that Jaden has horrific nightmares. Things the little boy can’t remember when he wakes up. But both the spirits of Silent Magician and Dark Magician Girl are telling Yugi that his dreams have to do with the spirit world. Which is weird because Jaden can’t see spirits, and has no magic signature. It’s almost like he’s been cut off from that realm…

Jaden wakes up screaming the first night and Yugi goes to check on him. Jaden asks if Yugi will stay with him. He feels safe when Yugi is around, and how can Yugi refuse after that. This is how it goes for the first few nights.

Yugi eventually gets tired of having more questions than answers and looks into Jaden’s past. But it’s empty. His medical records, school records, even the boys birth certificate is missing the parents names. Yugi has no idea how that is even possible. So he goes to the only person who might be able to help him find some answers.

He leaves Jaden with Solomon tell them he’ll be back in a few hours, and he heads to Kaiba Corp. if anyone can find Jaden’s files it’s the Kaiba brothers.

But when he gets there Mokuba is in a panic. It’s been a month since Seto launched himself into the afterlife and he’s still not back yet.

Yugi arrives and is brought to Mokuba. He’s about to ask for help when Mokuba cuts him off. “I was just about to send for you. You have to help me Yugi. Seto wanted to duel the Pharaoh again so he built this machine that lets him travel between dimensions. But he left a month ago and he’s not back yet. I’ve got this new way to get him but I can’t go after him because I don’t have a connection to ancient Egypt. But you do. Please you have to help me find Seto!”

And Yugi is going through it. What do you mean. Seto built a machine to go duel Atem again? A week ago he would have left in that moment, but he can’t now. He’s got Jaden. If he doesn’t come back what happens to Jaden?

Mokuba can see Yugi hesitating and he begs him again. “Please I can’t lose my brother.” And Yugi knows he’s going, but he needs to take care of Jaden first.

“I’ll go Mokuba but I need you to do something for me while I’m gone.” Yugi explains already making a mental plan.

“Anything!” Mokuba is so releaved that Yugi is going after Seto. But he is a little surprised at Yugi’s request. It’s not like Yugi to ask for favors in return, though he did come here on his own, he probable needed something and that’s why he arrived at Kaiba Corp.

Yugi explains Jaden and their situation. “You see I adopted a four year old named Jaden Yuki.” Mokuba’s world goes side ways. Yugi adopted a kid? Why?

“Why?” Mokuba can’t help but ask. And he kinda wishes he didn’t once Yugi explains the situation to him. The knows exactly how poorly and orphanage can treat the kids it houses. He’s so amazed that Yugi adopted a kid. When Yugi asks him to look into Jaden’s past. That all the records are blocked, sealed, or destroyed. Mokuba is all over it. “You can count on me!”

Yugi knows he can but there is something else he has to do before he leaves. “Thank you Mokuba. Give me a few hours to make sure Jaden is taken care of, then I’ll be ready to go.” Mokuba agrees easily. As much as he wants Seto back he knows this is important to. He even offers to have Jaden stay with him at Kaiba Corp while Yugi is away. Yugi takes him up in the offer but wants some one else with them. If Jaden is drawling the attention of the spirit world in his dreams, Yugi doesn’t want to leave him without having and experiences duelist there to watch over his son.

So he calls Joey.

“Hey pal! Long time no see. What you go to college and become to good for your old friend Wheeler?” Yugi can hear the joking tone Joey is putting forward, but he can also hear the hurt in his voice and it’s now that he realizes that he’s hasn’t called Joey since he started meeting Jaden in the park. The little boy really absorbed Yugi’s world and he hasn’t told anyone about him.

Yugi feels awful. It’s not like him to leave behind a friend. With Téa in America and Tristian working at his father’s business he knows Joey had to be feeling as alone as he has. But he’s been so distracted by school and Jaden he hasn’t reach out in almost two months. “Joey I’m really sorry that I haven’t called you but I need your help. Can you meet me at the game shop?”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Joey doesn’t ask any follow up questions. If Yugi needs him, he’ll be there. Sure their relationship has been experiencing some growing pains with Yugi in college and Joey trying to make it as a pro-duelist, but Yugi is still his best friend.

Yugi runs home, Joey hung up right after he told him he’d be there so Yugi didn’t get to tell him he wasn’t home. Yugi gets home to see Joey waiting outside for him.

“Yugi what’s up? Gramps made me wait outside and everything. Whats going on?” Joey moves towards Yugi as soon as he sees him. Whatever this was, it was big.

When he showed up, Gramps had asked him if he had talked to Yugi. When Joey responded with ‘ya he asked me to meet him here.’ Gramps had looked at him and asked ‘so you know?’ Joey responding with ‘know what?’ Probably wasn’t his best response, considering Gramps had immediately chased him out of the store.

He was worried. He had thought all the fate of the world crap was behind them. But if Yugi was being targeted again Joey would stand by his side, there’s no doubt about it

“Joey I-” Yugi has no idea how to explain what’s going on. He takes a deep breath. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.” Joey’s ready for anything. His mind is run through the options. Evil cult, already beat one. Ancient culture come to destroy them, done that twice. Kaiba being a jerk, when isn’t he. Whatever it is they can handle it.

“Alright well it all started about 2 months ago.” Yugi proceeds to tell Joey about how he met Jaden. How people treated him. How Yugi started spending time with the kid. How he started to care and eventually adopted the kid.

“You adopted him?!” Joey had been just as upset as Yugi was upon hearing how people treated the little boy. But he was shocked by Yugi’s decision. It was a big decision after all. Huge! But Joey couldn’t see his little buddy doing anything different, and he knows that Yugi thought this decision out way more than he would have. So there is only one thing he can say. “Well what are we standing outside for? Can I meet him?”

Yugi had been ready for any number of lectures. He’s 18 and he just adopted a kid. Joey could have named any number of reasons why that was a bad idea. But instead Joey just wanted to meet Yugi’s son. He was so luck to have such a good best friend.

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[ilguna]

☼ deadly pt1 (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; you and Johanna join the star squad to invade the capitol.

warnings; swearing, death, death mention, gun use and mention, gore, blood, classic hunger games stuff.

wc; 6k

part two, part three, part four.

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“Johanna Mason, report for assessment.” 

You turn, grabbing her hand before she has a chance to get up and go. She’s expressionless, but you can feel the anxiety radiating off of her. If District Thirteen is going to be targeting your weaknesses during the test, you have a pretty good idea on what they might do to Johanna.

“Remember, deep breaths.” You squeeze her hand, “You’ll want to freak out, but you can hold it in. You’re in control.”

“I know.” She says, a small smile at the corners of her lips, “I’ll see you on the other side.” She leans over, holding your face to give you a quick kiss. 

You let go of her hand, allowing her to head into the back room. As soon as she disappears, you take a deep breath. You know that she’s able to do this, Johanna’s brave and she’ll power through, no matter how uncomfortable she is. She’s passed all the other tests up until this point too, but that was lightwork. If what Katniss heard is true, then there’s more in store for her. 

District Thirteen will target what happened in the Capitol, and it’s a very touchy subject for Johanna. She’ll talk about it to you, because she knows that you’re there to support her. With Finnick, it’s a whole new ordeal. She’ll talk about it in bits and pieces, she just won’t go into detail about it. And Finnick is her best friend.

You rub your hands together, leaning forward, counting down the time until it’s your turn to go inside of the Block. It’s a stage set up to look like the streets of the Capitol, it’s pretty big and it’s as accurate as it can get. You’ve been through the Block already for the group training, but you never really had a chance to take a look around. You were too worried about your teammates and what they were doing.

This time, you won’t get much of a chance either. You’re all going in by yourselves to allow the analyzers a real chance at seeing how you work. Which means you’ll have to be on your toes the entire time, there won’t be any opportunity to stand and admire the area. 

Another name is called, you watch as he goes through the door and it shuts behind him. There’s no specific order they’re taking people, you could be here a while. In the meantime, you take deep breaths and try to calm the electricity you’re feeling in your fingertips, anxious to get it over and done with.

The time ticks away, you can hear as Katniss occasionally adjusts on her seat. You can imagine she’s more worried than you are. She’s expected to perform well, she’s got the whole country looking at her. As for you, you’re a little rusty on the whole survival thing, considering Johanna volunteered for you at the reaping to keep you safe. 

You were mad at her for it, because you wish you could’ve been able to protect her from the Capitol. She’s more outspoken than you are in some areas, and you’re sure they would’ve thought you were useless compared to her. You settled for being her mentor in the Capitol, and got lucky that Haymitch grabbed you before he left with Plutarch.

You remember sitting in that hovercraft, waiting for them to grab Johanna and Peeta, and then watching the doors shut. The urge to throw up and scream at the same time, because you were leaving her behind. You managed to allow Haymitch to explain himself, saying that she’ll be okay, but you knew better. The Capitol would have a field day with her.

You thought, at the very least, that Finnick would be able to help you get through the next few weeks without her. Or that you’d bond in some was with Katniss because Peeta was also in the Capitol, but it didn’t happen. Finnick might as well have been in a coma, because he was never awake longer for five minutes because of his depression with Annie. And Katniss was losing it herself.

You were left with Beetee in the armory, watching him create new gadgets for District Thirteen to use on the Capitol. Coin started by giving you a schedule to follow, she stopped as soon as she realized that you weren’t in the capacity to follow it by any means. You tried, you really did. You were just so slow when it came to moving to do things, showing up late, low effort. She eventually allowed you to sit with Beetee, hoping that some of the life would return to you.

It didn’t, not until they had gone to rescue the half of the victors that they left to be captured. That’s when everyone really came to life, because you’d be able to see your other half. You tried to volunteer to go and be part of the rescue team, but you were denied because of your behavior before, afraid that you’d drag the team down. Instead, you were left to sit in that room with Finnick and Katniss, awaiting the return of your Johanna.

You have her back now, and that’s all that matters anymore.

“(Y/n) (L/n), report for individual assessment.”

“Good luck.” Katniss breathes.

“You too.”

You get up from where you sit, heading toward the door with your head raised. The door opens just wide enough for you to fit through, and shuts automatically. You can hear the lock turn and bolt once it’s against the doorframe. You take one last deep breath, before gathering your supplies and stepping past the line on the floor to get started.

Immediately, your squadron leader, who is nothing but a voice in your earpiece, tells you that you and your squad are looking for surrendering Capitol citizens. You’re instructed to only take in those who can tell you the code that was given over the radio. If they can’t, you have to leave them behind.

It’s pretty simple and straightforward. You navigate the streets with ease, remembering the path you took before to get to the exit. On the way, you’re caught by peacekeepers several times, and manage to escape unscathed each time. There’s a few survivors out, and you accept a few and turn down others. They’re dressed in regular District Thirteen clothes, you were kinda hoping they’d look like the Capitol citizens. 

You were sure that you’d suck by yourself, since you relied on your teammates to tell you when a threat was coming up. A few of them would step on landmines, or forget to put on their gas masks. You barely got through those, so when you got the recommendation to go through this—the official test—you thought it would be a mistake.

You jump in the air when an explosion shakes the ground. You round the corner, trying to figure out the point of the blast, and find the alleyway filled with smoke. You duck behind the wall, watching and waiting to see if it’ll clear, but when it doesn’t, you realize that you’re meant to go through the smoke.

To be safe, you pull your gas mask over your face before heading into the cloud, being wary of where you step, looking for the threat. Halfway, you met with someone laying on the ground. You aim your gun at him for a minute, but when he lifts his head, you see that he’s got the mark of your squad on his clothes.

“Help me.” He wheezes, “Please.”

There’s a pool of blood underneath him, and you can see that his vest is missing, he’s been shot several times between his chest and abdomen.

“Where’s your vest?” You ask, lowering the gun and getting to your knees, “You’re not supposed to take it off.”

“I gave it to a child, she led me to…” He winces, letting out a strangled noise, “Please take me with you.”

Right as you’re about to help, the voice in your ear calmly tells you to leave him behind, it’s not safe to take him. Your face twists, shaking your head, going to unbuckle your backpack, when your fingers freeze in place. You press your lips together. This is your test.

You save people, you’ve been saving people since you were reaped for your Games. It’s a curse that’s been running through your family for years. If you can help, then you do, because it’s what's saved your family several times over. It's what makes you trustworthy and hardworking, and it pays off. It’s the reason why you’re still alive, because you saved someone in the arena, and in turn they sacrificed their life for yours.

You force your hands to let go of the buckle, shaking your head, “I can’t.”

“Please, no, please don’t go!” He begins to shout, “Don’t go! Take me with you!”

You get to your feet, prepping the gun in your hand again, knowing that his pleas are drawing attention to your position. And sure enough, as soon as you make it out of the smoke, you see just how many peacekeepers were coming for you. And in them is a little girl, soot wiped across her face, big eyes. She’s wearing the bulletproof vest, and she has a gun in her hand.

You escape the area, and make it to the other side of the Block with little to no complications. The door is unlocked, you swing it open and step out, and you’re met with congratulations. The soldier grabs your hand, and stamps the back of it, telling you to go to Command.

You take off the vest and gun, setting it in a pile with the rest of the armor. After, you make your way to Command, where Plutarch and Beetee hang out the most often. On the way, you ball your hands into fists, trying to tell yourself that helping others isn’t a weakness, even if they think so.

By the time you reach Command, you’re feeling a little better. When you walk inside, you’re met with several familiar faces, including Johanna and Finnick. They give you a big smile, but when Johanna opens her arms, you hug her tightly. Her breath is shaky in your ear.

You pull away, “Did they use it against you?”

She tilts her head at you, “Guess.”

“You made it through, though.” You touch her face.

“Barely.”

“It’s already a big step.” You tell her, “I’m proud of you.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and then Finnick clears his throat, “So what’d they use against you?”

“Kindness.” You say, and don’t elaborate further. 

It’s not long after when Katniss is entering the room. She’s got a smile on her face when she sees you standing around the table. With her being the last member, Plutarch launches into a speech on what you’ll be encountering in the Capitol. He presses a button and a holograph of a part of the Capitol projects, allowing you to see better.

“This, for example, is the area surrounding one of the Peacekeepers’ barracks. Not unimportant, but not the most crucial of targets, and yet look.” Plutarch enters a code, and flashing colors appear, “Each light is called a pod. It represents a different obstacle, the nature of which could be anything from a bomb to a band of mutts. Make no mistake, whatever it contains is designed to either trap or kill you. Some have been in place since the Dark days, others developed over the years. To be honest, I created a fair number myself. This program, which one of our people absconded with when we left the Capitol is our most recent information. They won’t know we have it. But even so, it’s likely that new pods have been activated in the last few months. This is what you will face.”

Silence comes over the room, you can’t find any words to speak. You’re expected to go into the Capitol and be surrounded by traps that could kill you if Snow designed it to. Katniss is the first to move forward, stopping in front of the projection. As if possessed, you, Johanna and Finnick end up next to her, seeing just how many of those pods there are. Katniss cups a rapidly flashing green one in her hands.

Johanna might have saved you from the Quarter Quell, but this will be a whole new nightmare. There’s a hundred of them on this projection alone, which means there are thousands inside of the city that you’ll be navigating through. And hundreds more that are not yet part of the technology. 

Finnick reaches out to touch a red one, “Ladies and gentlemen…” he murmurs.

“Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!” Katniss shouts, and then a laugh comes from her after.

You are not laughing, though. The look you share with Johanna is full of worry and nausea. You can see her retreating, the idea of getting captured and the possibilities of what they’ll do to her this time is endless. You don’t think she should go, as much as she wants to.

“I don’t even know why you bothered to put us victor’s through training, Plutarch.” Katniss says.

“Yeah, we’re already the four best-equipped soldiers you have.” Finnick adds with a grin.

“Do not think that fact escapes me,” He waves his hand, “Now back in line, Soldiers. I have a presentation to finish.”

The four of you resume where you were standing before you moved. Plutarch continues talking about the pods. There’s a point where it zooms out from one block, allowing you to see several more. Too many pods take over the screen, you grit your teeth, thinking about how many people they’ll be sending into the Capitol. How many of them are going to die? Are they going to have this technology too? Or are they going to go in blind?

The meeting finishes, and you’re allowed to leave. You grab Johanna’s hand, and she squeezes hard. The two of you wait in the hallway for Katniss and Finnick, who look just as terrified as you feel.

“What will I tell Annie?” Finnick whispers.

“Nothing,” Katniss says. “That’s what my mother and sister will be hearing from me.”

“If she sees that holograph—” He begins.

“She won’t.” Johanna shakes her head, “It’s classified information. It has to be.”

“Anyway, it’s not like an actual Games.” Katniss says, “Any number of people will survive. We’re just overreacting because—well, you know why. You still want to go, don’t you?”

“Of course. I want to destroy Snow as much as you do.” Finnick says, two pairs of eyes go between you and Johanna.

You don’t want Johanna to go in there, and you don’t want to go either, for that matter. It’s too dangerous, and you just survived the Capitol. The last thing you want is to throw yourself into another round of danger. This time is worse than the last, because it’s unpredictable.

“Well, obviously.” Johanna says. You know that’s her speaking, and not some facade that she’s putting up. Her hatred for the man has only grown since her time in the Capitol.

Now it’s your turn. You force a smile, “Let’s give him what he deserves.”

Katniss nods firmly, “It won’t be like the others. This time Snow will be a player, too.”

Haymitch comes to talk after that, and confirms that he and Beetee will stay here in District Thirteen, while the rest of you go out there. You want to tell him that it’s unfair that he’ll be here safe and sound, while the rest of you go out there, but decide that’s a fight for someone else.

Katniss leaves to go outside during her reflection, Finnick goes to see Annie, and then you’re left there standing with Johanna.

“We’re screwed, aren’t we?” You ask.

She smiles, “You know it, babe.”

—

The next few days are nothing but a blur that you try to keep a grasp on. You’re constantly in the armory, training in the shooting range to make sure that you have a grasp on the gun you’ll be using outside. For an hour a day, you get to use the specialty weapons that Beetee’s designed for each of you.

For Katniss it’s her bow with explosive arrows, with Finnick it’s his throwable trident that returns to his hand if he presses a button on his cuff. You and Johanna have a similar design with axes, blades sharp but the weapon is light.

You’ve also learned about the people you’ll be going in with. Boggs is the man that Katniss seems to be pretty close with already. He’ll be your guide and command in the Capitol. His second is Jackson, a middle-aged woman that does wonders with a scope. There’s the Leeg sisters, who are twins and nearly impossible to tell apart, they’re around the same age as you, Johanna and Finnick. Then there’s Mitchell and Homes, they’re older but their sharpshooting skills are up there with Jackson.

This morning, Plutarch joins you, “Squad Four-Five-One, you have been selected for a special mission,” he begins. “We have numerous sharpshooters, but rather a dearth of camera crews. Therefore, we’ve handpicked the ten of you to be what we call our ‘Star Squad.’ You will be the on-screen faces of the invasion.”

The relief that goes through you is comforting. You will still be in danger in the Capitol, but it should be less than before. However, you think you’re the only one that feels this way.

“What you’re saying is, we won’t be in actual combat.” Gale snaps. He’s Katniss’ friend from District Twelve, something about them hunting every week together to feed their families. They’re close.

“You will be in combat, but perhaps not always on the front line. If one can even isolate a front line in this type of war.” Plutarch says.

“None of us wants that.” Finnick remarks, a few people agree, “We’re going to fight.”

“You’re going to be as useful to the war effort as possible,” Plutarch says, not worried about their feelings. “And it’s been decided that you are of most value on television. Just look at the effect Katniss had running around in that Mockingjay suit. Turned the whole rebellion around. Do you notice how she’s the only one not complaining? It’s because she understands the power of that screen.”

Your mouth twitches.

“But it’s not all pretend, is it?” Katniss asks. “That’d be a waste of talent.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of real targets to hit. But don’t get blown up. I’ve got enough on my plate without having to replace you. Now get to the Capitol and put on a good show.”

The morning you ship out, you manage to convince them to let you outside in the woods for a little bit to get some fresh air. Johanna’s too busy talking to Finnick and Annie for her to notice your absence, and you’re glad because you need some time alone with your thoughts.

One deep breath, and you’re sent back in time, before you left District Seven to go to the Capitol for the Quarter Quell. This is what you needed the entire time you’ve been here, instead of breathing recycled air in the cement tomb. You need the woods, more than Katniss does, because this is your home.

You wander around for a while, before crouching next to a tree, picking at the bark slightly. You want the Capitol to go smoothly. For once in your life, you want things to go smoothly without any hiccups. You need Johanna to stay safe, and you need your friends to stay alive. You can’t lose anymore people.

You’ll do whatever it takes. 

You spend a good thirty minutes out there, before the guards come to retrieve you to leave on the hovercraft. When Johanna asks you where you went, you tell her that you cleared your mind so that this would be easier for you. You can’t be worried about anything if you’re going to do this.

The hovercraft takes you to District Twelve, where Katniss and Gale are stiff as boards the entire time you’re out there. She manages to tell you that you’re outside of the bombed area, and you should be glad that you’re not inside of it. You pay your respects as close to the border as you can before going back to the cargo car.

In there, you’re packed like sardines with other soldiers, who sleep with their heads on their packs. You spend a few days there while they bring you to one of the mountain tunnels that lead to the Capitol. As soon as you’re there, you’re forced to make the rest of the trip on foot, which is a six hour walk, only allowed to walk on the green paint that marks safe passage.

On the other side is the rebel camp, a ten block radius that’s crawling with soldiers. The rebels pushed the peacekeepers out a week ago, losing hundreds of soldiers but they made this area safe to set base. Your squad is led to an area that’s reserved for you, and there you pitch your tents to spend the night. 

You meet Katniss’ camera crew, they’re nice but only grow a group that’ll already draw a lot of attention. For three days, you mill around the streets of the Capitol and do meaningless tasks for them to film to show the Capitol and the districts. None of the real work is handed to you, Katniss, Finnick or Johanna. It’s all saved for the qualified soldiers.

The streets have mostly been cleared of pods, because you’re trailing after the soldiers that have gone before you. The paper maps are interesting to look at, but you get bored of the grid quickly. You’ve been on the streets before, but this is entirely too far out. Victor’s are given free reign towards the heart, where the Tribute Center is. The maps don’t show the pods, either.

The only device that does is held by Boggs, since he’s the commander. And it’s unusable unless his voice activates it. It’s called a Holo. It’s fairly interesting to see the blocks you’ve traveled and the pods that were nearby but you never tripped. You’re clueless without it.

On the fourth day, one of the Leeg sisters hits a pod by accident, and it’s mislabeled as well. You’re prepared for a swarm of mutated gnats, but instead it shoots out a sunburnt of metal darts. One of which finds her brain, which kills her before the medics can get to you.

Plutarch promises a replacement.

The next evening, you’re met with Peeta. You haven’t officially met him yet, since there was no need to before. He’s standing in front of you, no handcuffs or guards to keep him in check, and he’s got a gun slung over his shoulder. With his reaction to Katniss that first day he was in District Thirteen, Boggs takes the gun as soon as he’s close enough, and goes to make a call.

“It won’t matter.” Peeta says unbothered, “The president assigned me herself. She decided the propos needed some heating up.”

When Boggs comes back, he’s fuming. The first thing he does is tell Jackson that she needs to organize a two-person, round-the-clock guard on Peeta. Then he takes Katniss to the other side of camp to talk to her privately.

Jackson looks between the group of you, thinking about her choices. When she doesn’t immediately choose, you lift your hand, catching her attention, “What is it, Soldier (L/n)?”

“I’ll do it, for however long you like.”

“Me too.” Finnick says, “You can put us on together.”

“Then who am I going to be with?” Johanna asks, face twisting, “Since when are you two best friends?”

“You haven’t noticed?” You muse.

Jackson nods, “Okay, we’ll have you and Finnick take first shift, then you and Johanna can take second. We’ll break you and do…” she continues, but you stop paying attention unless your name is mentioned. 

Peeta looks up at you, eyes fairly aggressive, looking you up and down to size you as an opponent. If he thinks of doing anything funny, he’ll be in for a surprise. You’re doing this because he needs good people to surround himself with to remind him that not everyone's the same. There is variety.

By the time Katniss comes back, the rotation’s been made, and she isn’t a part of it. Peeta’s pitching his tent next to Jackson and Boggs’ so they can keep a better eye on him. Right on cue, Katniss asks, “What time is my watch?”

Jackson squints at her, “I didn’t put you in the rotation.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not sure you could really shoot Peeta, if it came to it.”

Katniss pauses for half a second, before loudly saying, “I wouldn’t be shooting Peeta. He’s gone. Johanna’s right. It’d be just like shooting another one of the Capitol’s mutts.”

You send Johanna a concerned look, she shakes her head slightly, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, that sort of comment isn’t recommending you either.” Jackson says.

“Put her in the rotation.” Boggs says.

“Midnight to four. You’re on with me.” Jackson shakes her head, writing it down.

When the dinner whistle is blown, you start your way over with your victor friends, with the exception of Katniss, who is suspiciously close to Gale, whispering. She’s replaced by Peeta, who’s definitely not really absorbing his surroundings. Regardless, you turn to him.

“I’m (Y/n).” You hold out your hand, “I’m from District Seven, I won the year after Johanna did.”

“Nice to meet you.” He takes your hand, shaking it once before letting it go.

“That cake you made for Finnick and Annie’s wedding was gorgeous. Do you paint often?” You ask.

“When I have the time.” He shrugs.

“Oh, that’s right.” You smile, “That was your talent for the Victory Tour, wasn’t it? After years of cake icing I’m sure it paid off. I couldn’t think of a single thing worth showing for mine. I almost named every tree in alphabetical order just for the kick of it.”

Peeta cracks a smile, “That would’ve been entertaining.”

“She had a song and everything.” Johanna sighs, “It was truly insufferable.”

Finnick’s face twists, looking at you, “You have never told me that before.”

“That’s because I have shame, Finnick.” You snort, they laugh too. Peeta shakes his head with a smile.

Your squad gathers in a circle to eat dinner. You keep small talk going with Peeta, trying to form some friendship. The looks you get from Katniss and Gale are no less than hostile because of it. You’re not sure what they want you to do. You’re not going to shut him out, this easily could’ve been how Johanna turned out. It would've been if she weren’t so strong.

By the time you’re exhausted and ready to go to bed, you and Peeta are on some level of understanding. You go to bed with Johanna in the tent, huddled up in your own sleeping bags. It’s much too cold for you to fall asleep, even though Johanna passes out without struggle. You only lay there for another half hour before you unzip it and settle it over Johanna.

You leave the tent and go to sit at the center of camp, where the heater’s going to be much more enjoyable than shivering. You sit as close as humanly possible, rubbing your arms. Jackson and Katniss are already out here to watch Peeta, who’s fiddling with a rope that Finnick must’ve given him.

Peeta breaks the silence, “These last couple of years must have been exhausting for you. Trying to decide whether to kill me or not. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

Katniss doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “I never wanted to kill you. Except when I thought you were helping the Careers kill me. After that, I always thought of you as an ally.”

“Ally.” Peeta repeats slowly. “Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. FIancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can’t tell what's real anymore, and what’s made up.”

Peeta’s accidentally disturbed the fragile serenity in the camp, because you can hear a few people stir in their tents. Either they’re light sleepers or they haven't been sleeping, and they’re stuck in the same miserable loop you were in. 

Finnick speaks from his sleeping bag in the shadow of a tent, “Then you should ask, Peeta. That’s what Annie does.”

“Ask who?” Peeta says. “Who can I trust?”

“Well, us for starters. We’re your squad.” Jackson says.

“You’re my guards.” He says.

“That, too.” She agrees. “But you saved a lot of lives in Thirteen. It’s not the kind of thing we forget.”

The air settles. Peeta does not speak again for a long while. You finally begin to feel drowsy in front of the heat. You lean into your backpack, eyes closed and basking in the warmth.

“Your favorite color… it’s green?” Peeta asks carefully.

“That’s right.” Katniss says. “And yours is orange.”

“Orange?” He asks.

“Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset.” She says, “At least, that’s what you told me once.”

“Oh.” He says, “Thank you.”

“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” Katniss says suddenly, and then she gets up and leaves.

You fall asleep by the fire, waking every hour to stretch your back from the hunched position you’re in. Johanna wakes you around nine, moving the hair out of your face to tell you that she, Gale, Finnick and Katniss are going to go film for a bit and you’re invited to go with them. You agree, brushing your teeth and fixing your hair before following them into the street. 

You and Finnick fill her in from last night. She nods, remarking how it’s a step in the right direction. At least they’re talking to each other.

Back at camp, the squad is sitting in a group together talking to Peeta. There’s no tension, you and Johanna take a seat with them. Finnick criss-crosses his legs, and Katniss and Gale stand nearby. They tell you that they’ve been playing a game with Peeta called ‘Real or Not Real’ where he recalls events and they tell him if it happened or not.

“Most of the people from Twelve were killed in the fire.” Peeta says.

“Real. Less than nine hundred of you made it to Thirteen alive.”

“The fire was my fault.”

“Not real. President Snow destroyed twelve the way he did Thirteen, to send a message to the rebels.”

The game allows Jackson to break you into a completely new watch, where you’re no longer paired with Johanna or Finnick, but with one of the soldiers. Everyone holds their advantages when it comes to talking to Peeta. Gale fills him in on most of the technical stuff about District Twelve. You and Finnick talk about his first Games, since you both mentored that one, and Johanna and Finnick talk about the second since they were both a tribute.

You also help out Katniss with some of the superficial details. He’ll ask about the colors of her dress in certain districts, the jewelry she was wearing, what she said during a speech. All of which you have nailed down, since you’ve always been fascinated about how stylists and escorts change their theme with each new victor. You can’t be much help in regards to her food preferences and who she is back home, so she’s forced to work on that by herself. 

The next afternoon, you’re all told you need to stage a more complicated propo for District Thirteen to edit. They’re unhappy with the quality they’ve been getting lately, and they want something that’ll draw in more attention, as if that’s even possible. A special block is set aside, none of the traps set off to allow some action. It’s a residential block, lined with apartments.

The pods inside are marked as gunfire and nets to capture, so you’re all told to gear up as if you’re heading into actual war. You’re allowed to take your specialty weapons with you. You swing the axe in your hand, wondering how good it would do in battle if you had to. Peeta is given back his gun, but it’s full of blanks so it can’t do any actual damage.

Peeta shrugs, “I'm not much of a shot anyway.”

The camera crew goes over a number of things they’re going to use to make the action sequence more interesting. They’re planning to use smoke bombs and adding gunfire to make it seem like you’re doing something. You joke with Johanna and Finnick that it would be less work for them if they actually did something with you guys instead.

Peeta’s fairly preoccupied with one of the camera crew members. They’re all from the Capitol, so they’ve got funny mannerisms, but he’s got his eye on Pollux. His eyebrows are twitching at one point, and you elbow Finnick to get his attention, hoping he’ll be able to talk to Peeta without a reaction.

Finnick opens his mouth to speak, when Peeta’s harsh voice comes through, “You’re an Avox, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you swallow. There were two Avoxes with me in prison. Darius and Lavinia, but the guards mostly called them the redheads. They’d been our servants in the Training Center, so they arrested them, too. I watched them being tortured to death. She was lucky. They used too much voltage and her heart stopped right off. It took days to finish him off. Being, cutting off parts. They kept asking him questions, but he couldn’t speak, he just made these horrible animal sounds. They didn’t want information, you know? They wanted me to see it.”

There’s a stunned silence as you all stop walking, staring at him. He watches you guys, “Real or not real?” No one answers him, so he snaps, “Real or not real?!”

“Real,” Bogg says, “At least, to the best of my knowledge… real.”

“I thought so.” His shoulders sag, “There was nothing… shiny about it.”

He wanders off, Katniss turns to Gale for comfort. You warily turn to Johanna, “Did they…?”

“No, they never used the tracker jacker venom against me.” She shakes her head, “Just water and electricity.”

“I’m… glad.”

“Me too.” She says.

The rest of the trip is taken in silence, as you stomp through glass from windows and cars. Boggs has you gather around the Holo to see the projection of the street. The gunfire pod is ahead, a little higher up. The net pod is at the end, almost around the next corner. Volunteers are taken to set off the traps, but once again, none of you are picked.

The smoke bombs are thrown, and the camera begins to roll. You carefully go down the street, as Gale sets off the pod. You all break windows to some capacity, but flatten against the ground as soon as the actual pod is set off. The stones are light orange and pink, waving between each other. 

Boggs wants you to head forward, but Cressida, the director of the camera crew, needs a few close-up shots of your reactions. You’re all forced to reenact what you had just done, this time with a flair of dramatics. Mitchell’s acting is so horrible that most of you are left in tears of his idea of desperation. Boggs is shaking his head, but even he’s smiling.

He sets up the Holo to find the best way to trigger the next pod. Just as he takes a step towards you guys, the pastel stone he’s placed his foot on, sinks in the ground, and explodes, taking his legs with it.

#ilguna #johanna mason #johanna mason imagine #johanna mason oneshot #johanna mason fanfic #johanna mason x reader #johanna imagine #johanna fanfic #johanna x reader #johanna oneshot #johanna mason x yn #johanna mason x y/n #johanna mason x you #thg #the hunger games #requested #angst

[luinhealthcare]

Hello lovely Lofty❤️

What would you say is the pros and cons of EMS work?? Or like, things you would say to someone looking to be an EMT?

I have a full time job I don't plan on leaving, but tbh learning about what you do and reading your stories has kind of put it on my heart and I was curious if volunteer EMT jobs are a thing. Like, getting all the training done and then volunteering when I can?

Idk, I was just curious if you had anything to say regarding this😅

I could probably google some of this info but if if you feel like answering it would be appreciated! I value your opinion❤️

Ok, give me just a sec—*SQUEALS excitedly into pillow*

Hello Anon! :D That’s so exciting to hear!! I’m glad you’d rather just do it volunteer, as career EMS pays very little (my nursing job is what keeps a roof over my head, not my EMS one lol), but nearly every agency in my area has volunteers so I imagine it’s the same for your area!

So general pros and cons for EMS:

Pros

Tight knit work crew - These people see some bad things together, and trauma bonding is a thing, so they tend to be pretty close and have a lot of fun together. A note of care, we all have dark senses of humor. It’s a natural coping mechanism for people, and it can make life really funny too. But generally, working with EMS providers is quite fun! There will probably also be things like banquets, cookouts, and other fun bonding activities!

Boo boo bus - Driving is one of my least favorite parts of the job, but it is very fun to drive the truck around with lights and sirens and have the power to stop traffic and go through a red light lol. Super dangerous, but very fun

Knowledge - You learn so much in EMS! Medicine and our understanding of diseases and injuries is constantly changing, so you’ll always learn something new if you keep up with your training. Speaking of which, your agency will provide training opportunities to help you grow!

Patient care - You’ll find that the majority of your calls aren’t actually emergencies, but when you can actually take care of someone who needs you, you’re gonna ride that adrenaline high for ages. I still remember calls from years ago where I actually made a difference in someone’s life, and it’s a thrilling feeling.

Shift style - We work in 12-24 hour blocks, which means you knock out your work week in 2-3 days. As a volunteer your hour requirement would be much less than 36, but you could knock out a 24 hour monthly requirement in a single day if you wanted. Also, depending on a few factors (day vs night shift, busyness of your run area), you could literally just be spending your time chilling between calls. Sometimes I bring video games to work and play the switch because we have so much downtime. At night we get paid to just sleep if nobody’s calling 911.

Cons

Management/staffing - Like most jobs, somehow we’re all cursed with idiots in charge. Obviously this is variable, but a general trend in EMS is to overwork its people and toss them out to sea before they sometimes feel ready. And also like most jobs, we’re perpetually short staffed and everyone gets stretched thin to make up for it. Luckily for you, this shouldn’t be as big a problem because volunteers are usually treated very well!

Patient care - It’s a pro but it’s a con too. 85% of your calls are going to be for things that people should have never called 911 for. Your big pretty Boo Boo Bus is mostly going to be an Uber. And it will get frustrating, and you will have frequent flyers, and some people are not kind at all. They’ll call for your help and then get pissed off at you for trying to help. Anyone who’s worked customer service can relate, I’m sure. You get trained to handle life and death emergencies and then instead you’re picking someone up for a cough they’ve had for three days and you’re wondering when you became their mother/father and have to take the baby to the doctor when they haven’t tried anything to take care of themselves at home or see a less urgent health facility. It will burn you out if you’re not careful.

TMI - Speaking of patient care, get ready to see people at their absolute lowest. Hoarder houses, maggots, abusive households, all that jazz. Another reason for trauma bonding with your coworkers! 👍🏻 (This won’t be the majority of your calls, but you’ll see them)

Physical strain - If you don’t take care of your body, this job will hurt you. I’ve thrown my back three times working EMS; there were times where I was hobbling around like an 83-year-old and I was 22. You’ll be lifting patients of every weight, you’re gonna be contorted in weird positions trying to splint someone, CPR is a cardio exercise in itself (lol), you will probably be sore after some calls like you just went to the gym. Also, we don’t take meal breaks - you eat when you can, and you will become a speed eater very quickly in this line of work.

Mental strain - You’re gonna learn a lot about yourself and others in this work. How do you cope with stress? You will watch people die, you will see suicides and shootings and stabbings, you will watch family hurt each other and grieve over lost loved ones. You will be on edge for the majority of your shift as you wait for the tones to drop, you will be stressed trying to find an address or navigate the road and make sure nobody gets into a wreck with you. Military and first responders are so alike because the stress level and distribution is quite similar - downtime with boredom gets interspersed with spikes of huge adrenaline rushes. Have good coping skills, have a strong support system, take care of yourself. 95% of the people I know on duty are in therapy to stay sane.

Overall, I adore EMS. If I could survive off EMS pay I’d work it full time and do nursing as a side gig for funsies lol. The majority of the work is fairly mundane, but when you get to make a difference boy do you get to make a difference. And you’ll have so many funny stories to share. And the people are awesome.

Hope this helps! :D

#asks #I’m so excited you’re interested!! :D #EMS is very fun and fulfilling #Despite all the grumbling we do about our work we couldn’t imagine life without it #I’d be very sad if I had to leave EMS #even if working two jobs is definitely burning me out lol

[blackjackkent]

Oh man, there's a lot here in the graveyard. Karlach's parents are buried here and she asked Hector if they could stop and say hi.

Of course Hector beelined for it. <3 This was an incredibly sweet little moment and as usual, her VA and facial animation are making me cry.

"Here lies Pluck and Caerlack Cliffgate. My parents. Hi mum. Hi dad."

"Sorry I haven't visited. I've been... away. But I'm back now! And I brought friends."

She and Hector exchanged a cute little glance here.

"I miss you so much. But I'm happy. And getting up to some really important shit."

"Maybe you can see for yourselves. I don't know."

"You're with me here, anyway. Taters."

Hector has just been listening to this and watching her with a gentle smile on his face. "Taters?" he asks softly, when she seems to have run out of words.

She laughs, just a little shakily. "Meant 'I love you' in the Cliffgate household. I can't even remember how it started anymore. Lost family lore."

(A/N: What an incredibly sweet, detailed little character note, holy shit.)

"There was a lot of silly nonsense in our house." Her gaze is distant, drifting through memories long gone. "My mates used to say we had our own personal language. I guess I'm the last remaining speaker." Her smile flickers slightly.

He reaches out and takes her hand, feeling his heart twist a little in his chest. For not the first time nor the last, he is struck by how brutally unfair her lot has been, to be pulled from a loving family and a life she was happy in, and instead thrust into the torment of the Hells with no possibility of escape. To have lost both her past and her future to the greed of Gortash and the cruelty of Zariel.

Deep at the back of his mind, so deep that he barely even acknowledges it himself - he is a little jealous, too, of the kindness and warmth and love she describes in her childhood, something that for all his contentment at the monastery, was never truly part of his life. But he is also deeply grateful that she had it - that it molded her into the kind woman that he loves, molded her so strongly that the Hells couldn't beat it out of her.

"Mum used to say there was no such thing as death," Karlach goes on thoughtfully. "That there was only change. Dad thought that was a load of woo. That gone meant gone, unless you'd struck a deal with one of the gods. Said he had better things to do in life than beg favors off immortals."

She draws a heavy breath, absently interlacing her fingers with his. "I'm not sure what I believe."

He is quiet for a few moments, thinking. He is, of course, trained in the dogma of the Selunites and could speak quite knowledgeably on the workings of the gods - at least such as it was taught to him - but he doesn't think she really wants a lecture on the City of Judgment and its uncertain outcomes right now.

She is thinking ahead to her own impending mortality. She wants comfort, something that is hopeful, and his voice giving it to her.

"Your mum was right," he says softly. "Our bodies become soil, water, air. We don't die, we just change..."

To his relief, he sees her expression relax slightly.

"Nice thought, isn't it?" she murmurs. "This grass could be my mum's hair. The air in my lungs might be my dad telling me 'taters.'" She smiles, leans her shoulder against his gently. "I like that."

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<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I love Karlach so much, you guys.

The game didn't give me the opportunity, unfortunately, but Hector absolutely starts saying 'Taters' to her in place of 'I love you' sometimes. Not all the time, but just here and there, so she's not the last carrier of the tradition, and so she knows he's listening and will remember - both her and her parents.

Once again including the recording of this scene here because Karlach's VA and facial animations are really half of what make her scenes so affecting.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #wehhhhhhhh karlach <3 #Youtube

[gudvina]

The things I do to keep you near.

Ship: Effie Trinket/Haymitch Abernathy

Fandom: Hunger Games

Chapter 6: Admissions (or parallelisms)

Can be read on AO3. <3

74th Hunger Games, part four.

Peeta sat across from him in the sitting room, leaning on the backrest of the couch. He stared at the boy with a frown and assessed his posture and lineaments. For the first time he realized that, apart from their private conversation, which had been enlightening, he didn’t know much about him. Or better, he’d tried to avoid knowing.

“So…?” the boy raised an eyebrow. While the action was meant to convey confusion, Haymitch realized it was a little exaggerated. Sarcasm. Well, this couldn’t be too bad. He’d been wrong when he first judged the boy; there was more to him than he’d thought, and it didn’t surprise him that it had been Effie the one to see it.

His wife always noticed what everyone else ignored.

“So, who are you, Peeta?”

“I’m Peeta Mellark, I’m 16. My parents own a bakery in the Merchant Area of the District, and I work with them when I’m not in school. Despite being quite busy, I’m a good student and am part of a few activities the school has promoted”.

“What do you like about being a baker? Is it your career of choice?” Haymitch feigned a sneer, taking a big gulp from his glass. It wasn’t easy to not care about someone he needed to help. Especially, when he showed his biggest assets.

“Yes. I love that it’s a peaceful career, and, of course, I love the produce. It’s also creative, as cakes do need frosting, and I love making all kinds of designs on them. But don’t get it twisted, it can be hard work. You must remember the recipes, the exact amount of frosting to use, and calculate the timing for both the leavening and the cooking itself” he explained, then leaned closer “Not everyone’s cut for it”.

Haymitch was impressed. The boy wasn’t just a good orator, he had so much charisma he could sell a cow to an estate agent. He did not strike as one to back down from a challenge, and didn’t shy from opening about himself, unlike many before him had done.

He spun stories, stories about the District and Baking and what he liked so far about the Capitol, but managed to keep an air of mystery about him. The boy continued to answer his questions and did not miss one occasion to make it interesting.

Peeta was a natural. Had he been Capitol, he would have been famous for more than his proximity to death.

Choosing Katniss had been the obvious choice, she was the one who had the Capitol in a chokehold, but Haymitch couldn’t pretend anymore that the boy didn’t also have his strengths. If he won, District Twelve would never be at a loss for sponsors.

When the questions were over, Haymitch took a big gulp of his glass, emptying its contents. He stared at the boy again, then spoke.

“You said you wanted to play in her favour, how do you want to go about that?”

“Well, I was hoping you’d tell me”.

He rolled his eyes, refilling his glass. The boy had a point, he knew, but he wasn’t the one interested in sacrificing himself for that girl. Surely, there must be a reason.

“Why would you do that?”

“My family will move on, they don’t need me. On the other hand, hers does. She has people who are waiting for her”.

You know what my mother said to me when she came to say good-bye, as if to cheer me up, she says maybe District Twelve will finally have a winner. Then I realized she didn't mean me, she meant you!

He remembered the kids’ fight, before the training sessions. Not only the boy wasn’t needed, as he had two older brothers perfectly capable of following in his father’s footsteps, he wouldn’t be missed either. It filled him with disgust to believe a mother could think so little of her son.

“We can’t play the family card, it would be overdone”. The Capitol was cheesy, selectively picking who and what to care about, and family wasn’t any different. It wasn’t the most valued good in its economy, for starters. Yes, it was important, but few people would prefer to stay with family, instead of partying or socializing with the big names of the city. That was true of a lot of people, outside the elites.

Peeta sighed. His expression darkened, and Haymitch could hear him think. At some point he seemed determined, as if he’d thought of something, but then hesitated.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if it could work”.

“Anything, please. At this point I’d take anything else”.

“I’m in love with her” the boy blushed.

Oh.

“As in really, I am in real life in love with her. Have been since I was five, but never got the courage to… y’know”.

He knew. He’d been sixteen too, had his girl, and knew how easy that simple affection could feel like. It was new feelings and easy conversations, dreams too big for two kids. But what the boy talked about was… eleven years. And he was willing to sacrifice more than time for Katniss.

As he looked at him in the eyes, he recognised her. Innocent blue eyes, blonde hair, a mix of strength and vulnerability that he’d never seen in anyone else before. Effie. Effie and the majestic way she moved in what she called high society, Effie and the way she looked at him with shiny eyes and a bright smile.

He tried to shake the thought. Wasn’t drunk enough.

The idea wasn’t too bad, it was a new angle to play with and the Capitol loved these things. They loved to follow celebrities and their relationships, and he’d seen it with Crane and Effie. When they were together, you were sure to see them on the first page of whatever magazine was trending, maybe hand in hand in a paparazzi shot, or posing for a big company.

The Capitol held being a busybody higher than its own mother.

“I like it”.

The boy looked at him relieved, and soon they started to rehearse ways to bring the subject up. With the boy’s ability to move through a conversation, they managed to find the right words. Even managed to attempt a few scenarios. Intrigue was the protagonist. He could already hear the ‘Oohs’ and ‘Aahs’ of the audience.

“We don’t have much left,” Peeta said at some point. Without even realizing it, he’d spent the entire four hours and did not once get bored.

“Yeah, it’s the girl’s turn. I will have to tell you, boy, you’re not to throw out”.

“Please, do not think about me. I already asked Effie”.

“Oh, that will be a fit harder than you’d think. She likes you a lot”.

“I like her too…” the boy admitted, and Haymitch nodded knowingly. They were very similar despite their obvious differences.

“Well, that’s all nice and dandy, let us see if the ladies are done. Who knows if you’ll still like Effie after your four hours?” sarcasm laced his words, stealing from the boy a tiny chuckle. And, for the first time in years, he was loathe to admit that, just like Effie, he wasn’t indifferent to the kids either.

***

Effie let her hands linger on Katniss’ arm, trying to soothe her. The girl’s interview, despite the weird start, ended on a high note and she was delighted with it. For someone who’d never walked in heels, she didn’t even trip once while twirling. Now, it was time for Peeta’s interview.

His delivery was great, his poise and posture perfectly practised, and, if he felt a twinge of fear from being in front of the audience, it didn’t show. Perfect. He was perfect.

She had no idea of what was said during Haymitch’s four hours, but she quite liked the comparisons between the breads and the tributes, or the skit about the roses. Despite being the one interviewed, Peeta led the conversation. It flowed well. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought the showrunner and the boy already knew each other.

“So, Peeta, do you have a girlfriend waiting for you at home?”

He shook his head, looking bashful. It was a weird question, one Caesar didn’t usually ask, and Effie looked at Haymitch, who was staring at the screen, with a frown. A girlfriend?

“Handsome lad like you. There must be some special girl. Come on, what’s her name?”.

“Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping”.

It didn’t make sense. How could there be a girl when he told her he loved Katniss, on the terrace? She hadn’t asked a single question about his session with Haymitch, too focused on her task, but now she regretted it. Ceasar didn’t waste time in asking if this mystery girl had another boy, and Peeta answered that a lot of boys went after her.

“So, here’s what you do. You win, you go home. She can’t turn you down then, eh?”

“I don’t think it’s going to work out. Winning…  won’t help in my case”, the boy said with a sad expression.

“Why ever not?”

“Because . . . because . . . she came here with me”. Peeta looked down with a sigh.

The audience gasped in unison, and she found herself doing the same. It was Katniss, after all. Haymitch now looked at her, and she met his eyes. She suspected hers were wider than the world itself, because he

The interview continued for a few more minutes, but Effie wasn’t giving it her whole attention. She was stunned. The doomed lovers trope was new, original, and she couldn’t help but swell with pride for her Victor. A focused Haymitch could be glorious.

Katniss had to leave before them, while they waited for Cinna and Portia.

“Surprise, sweetheart”.

“Oh, Panem be praised, I can’t believe it” she sighed, still not recovered. The high mood lasted only until the crew was reunited and back on Twelve’s floor.

When the elevator’s panels parted, interrupting her conversation with Portia, the first thing she noticed was Peeta. He was on the floor, and his hands were bleeding profusely. Katniss was in front of him, both her hands balled in fists, just staring down at the poor boy. Or glaring. She felt Haymitch tense up beside her, as he usually did when he saw blood, and her panic grew, so she moved to help him. Cinna followed her shortly.

“What happened? Did you fall?”

“After she shoved me!”

The boy was on his feet now, and her attention returned to the girl, who lashed out at Haymitch and Peeta alike for the interview. Haymitch, in turn, tense due to the blood, pinned her to the wall, attempting to shut her up.

“Who cares? It’s all a big show. It’s all how you’re perceived. The most I could say about you after your interview was that you were nice enough, although that in itself was a small miracle. Now I can say you’re a heartbreaker. Oh, oh, oh, how the boys back home fall longingly at your feet. Which do you think will get you more sponsors?”

The girl shoved him away, but, from the look on her face, the rage was over. Effie turned back her attention to the boy and his wounds, spacing out of the conversation.

He’d fallen on a vase whose shards remained stuck on his skin. It wasn’t a serious injury, but it wasn’t nothing. She would have brought him to the clinic herself, and she almost suggested it, but she couldn’t leave Haymitch alone. Breathe in, breathe out. Her focus returned to the present only when the girl apologised to the boy, ending the conflict. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words were stuck on her throat and made her nauseous.

It was time for dinner, and Haymitch moved them to the dining room. Anxiety rushed through her veins, making her play with her food more than eat it. She felt how tense Haymitch was and watched Peeta’s hands bleeding non-stop. When it was clear that the blood wouldn’t stop by itself, Portia offered to take him to the clinic. Fortunately, they returned swiftly.

The whole affair was made bearable only thanks to a little small talk with Portia and Cinna, and helped by her escort grin, but otherwise, she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. It was only when the replays were aired, that she understood what was bothering her. It wasn’t just the boy’s injuries, or Haymitch’s state, but the girl’s reaction. It was exaggerated, violent, but… she had a point.

Effie put herself in her shoes. What if anyone did something like that behind her back? Love was a very sensitive subject and, just like the girl, she would have reacted badly. And yes. The way it happened had its perks for Katniss, too many if she had any say in it, but she understood.

When they retired to their rooms, she felt relieved not having to put up a front anymore. She was overwhelmed. Haymitch followed her after a few minutes, finding her wigless and busy wiping her makeup. She was sitting on her vanity and kept her focus on her task.

“That girl was ridiculous” he commented, basically throwing himself on the mattress.

“Put yourself in her shoes, Haymitch”.

“Oh, come on, he did her a damn favour to not tell her. Her reaction was genuine, nobody can say shit”.

“First of all, language” she chastised him, her voice a little harsher than usual “And yes, he did her a favour, a big one. But I understand. Love is not something to play with, it’s extremely personal. I would have liked a warning too if I was her”.

“Even if not telling you meant you’d be protected?”. His voice seemed to be hiding something, but whatever it was she couldn’t guess.

“Yes, I don’t know how I’d react, but surely I wouldn’t be joyous” Effie reflected, but then decided to shake her thoughts away “Anyways… how are you?”

“I’m good” he softened, reaching his arm towards her, a silent plea to join him in bed. Luckily for him, she was done with the process of removing her makeup, so she got up, eliminated the distance between them, and let his arm drag her down with him. In Haymitch’s arms all her worries disappeared.

“You mean well” she corrected him affectionately.

He shifted so his head laid on her chest, and she distractedly combed through his hair with her fingers. It had been a hard night and, with the incoming games looming over them, she knew they’d get only harder.

“Katniss’ interview didn’t go too badly” she mused, remembering Haymitch’s words.

“Nah, but she wasn’t good like the boy”.

“See, that’s why we shouldn’t give up on him yet!”

“Effie, it was his decision, not mine”.

He was tired, and she decided to comply with his silent pleas. She was just about to close her eyes, let Haymitch’s weight and warmth ease her into sleep, when he spoke again.

“Are you angry with me?”. She looked down at him, and for a second confusion took over. Why on earth would she be mad at him, of all people? Then she remembered. His retaliation in response to Katniss’ attacks, his hard words toward the girl.

“No, I am not. Just… next time don’t do it again”.

He chastely kissed Effie’s right breast, stroking her hips. A small way of complying. Years ago, he never did these things. She didn’t remember when he’d started to be gentle, not only seeking her out for sex, but when it happened, she noticed. Whatever changed she did not know.

He dozed off right away, soothed by the rise and fall of her chest. It was then that she kissed his forehead and, sure he wasn’t awake, allowed herself to say what she didn’t dare to voice. The words she could never tell him, unless when he was sound asleep. “I love you”. It was a small whisper, barely audible.

Afterwards, she closed her eyes. And if fatigue hadn’t claimed her, she would have felt his arms tighten around her.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games #thg fanfiction #thg series #<3

[doctorwhoisadhd]

what are your thomas england thoughts? like what do u think thomas was like b4 they died

ok so thomas england is DEFINITELY one of the players who i imagine as part of the Prehistory Fridays Gang. so first he was around for everything in prehistory (along with fletcher berger, sebastian diaz and his partner, erickson hendricks, rhonda elliott, our lady of perpetual friday, fenry marlow and their dog homer, fitzgerald massey, jessi wise, and mrs silk who was then miss silk. and then also baby york and his dad parker, who was dating miss silk. obv not all of these people were necessarily fridays players at the time though maybe they worked behind the scenes). so THAT was a whole thing.

honestly part of the problem of being LITERALLY retconned out of the game is nobody remembers you anymore. thomas england was only around long enough to get joke lore, we were only really just starting to flesh out relationships between the players when he got incinerated, and he didnt get any of that. and what adds to this problem is, well in the fridays style of lore, we dont necessarily think about what a player does outside of blaseball, or at least we DEFINITELY didnt early on (and didnt get ANY new entirely unlored players until relatively late af in the game — so like, after sixpack on s4d86 our next two were fenry and yass statter jr in the s13 and s19 elections respectively). so as a result there isnt any kind of a precedent to fall back on for what i think about what he did?

but here's what i DO know;

i disagree with the wiki on this one: neither of his parents are from the UK (there is no way). i like to think like, at least one of his parents is native, and hes lived there his entire life

his legal name is thomas england + thats whats on all his blaseball stuff, but typically with other islanders he'd use pelekane (which is what some of the last few members of the hawaiian royal family called england in ʻolelo hawaiʻi). so its like, his career name is thomas england

hes transmasc B) also ADHD

he played first base

he loves doctor who, and not just because its from the UK. like, hes seen the TV movie and at least one of the peter cushing movies and most of classic who, listened to a whole bunch of audios, reads the comics and the novels and like every EDA, has a subscription to dwmag, his bar for media quality is on the fucking GROUND so its literally all good he just loves dr who so much. he also probably has a cosplay of literally every doctor (including the shalka doctor and like the curse of fatal death ones too)

despite this he DOES. NOT. know ANYTHING about UK culture. he is constantly having amelia bedelia type misunderstandings of what things are. (ex: beans on toast = toast, peanut butter, jelly beans / "the tube" = "big pneumatic tube like the one for salmon, except people sized" / thinks john lennon's name was actually "john lemon")

he cant tell a single british accent apart he just identifies all of it as "british accent". fitz massey is from australia and is completely unaware that he thinks they are british. it is extremely lucky that he has never met anyone from ireland because they would probably strangle him. (weirdly though: despite him identifying approximately 50% of kiwis as british seemingly completely at random (absolutely no common criteria has been found at all. not looks not age not location nothing), he identifies 100% of scottish accents as "aotearoan")

he plays ʻukulele! maybe he worked at a ʻukulele store for a time at some point, even if it was like a summer job during high school... i like to think he's what got heat into playing :')

obsessed with choose your own adventure stories. he loves them.

(fridays angst train incoming) so york grew up with the whole Prehistory Fridays Gang as his family, and when york was really really little he couldnt say "thomas" (or england or pelekane, for that matter) but would ask him if they could play "docka who" all the time, so eventually what stuck for thomas england was he became york's "uncle who"

#thomas england #blaseball #fridays #hawaii fridays #hawai'i fridays #hawaiʻi fridays #york silk #stevenson heat #fitzgerald massey #ari opinion hour #askbox

[jedidryad]

WIP: Keep your friends close...

Over the years, I’ve read a number of considerations on the nature of the relationship between Mara Jade and Kyle Katarn. There’s speculation but not a lot of canon beyond that they trained together, and then she helps rescue him from the dark side. And even then, we don’t see them actually interact much. Canon also doesn’t take into account the presence of Jan Ors in Kyle Katarn’s life, even though Jedi Knight: Mysteries of the Sith, takes place after the events of the previous games and the Dietz novella trilogy, by the end of which they are very much a couple.

So here is an excerpt from my attempt to build a relationship between Mara Jade and Jan Ors: characters that sometimes seem to have been constructed from the same template.

Jan, whatever doubts she had about me then and would have about me later, seemed to welcome me openly as Kyle’s co-apprentice. Perhapsat the time she was following the classic advice to keep one’s enemies close, but I was pretty sure there was at least a hope of friendship there from the start. And that’s why she started inviting me to join her for dance practice.

I turned her down the first time she offered citing an alliance meeting, but she persisted. I was intimidated.  Jan was a skilled ballerina. Her mother had been a famous choreographer on Alderaan and I hadn’t danced since my audition at Jabba the Hutt’s palace. That felt like more than a lifetime ago.

“You danced though.” she pushed, “That was your cover.”

“Someday I’m going to need to take a look at that [NRI] file.”

“It’s out of your hands, Jade. Did you hate dancing?”

“No.” I thought back to the hours spent in practice and the performances at court. I thought of working my muscles to exhaustion until the rhythm and steps were so set into my memory that it felt like my body would know them even if my head was cut off. 

I remembered staring at the crowds and feeling nervous until the music started, and then it would fill me and I would go where it took me, stretching, twisting, and leaping through my steps until the music ended.

The audience shared their appreciation for my performance, but there was only one being whose approval I needed, and the dance alone was never my only mission. Sometimes it was a diversion. Sometimes it was an opportunity to gather information as I could look at everyone without raising suspicions. Sometimes, like at the Hutt’s palace, it was my entrée.

“I didn’t hate the dancing,” I admitted, “but the dancing was never just dancing.”

She nodded, “I stopped for a few years after the Death Star destroyed my home,” she met my gaze and I didn’t see anything accusatory in her eyes, but I got the sense there very much could have been, “But Mom wouldn’t have wanted me to give that up just because she was gone, and I don’t want to let the Empire take more from me than it already has,” Something flickered in her expression then, “If you enjoy it, I suggest you do the same.”

She was right, so I joined her in a mirrored space she said she preferred when on-world. We started with warm up routines and then moved into some classic choreography. And it did feel good to dance again without the pressure of a mission and the approval of an evil Sith Lord on the line. I felt lighter and, while I expected it was just in my mind, I felt like I was jumping higher. 

It was also just a nice thing to do with Jan. Unlike Mirax’s big -hearted attitude towards everyone, and Faughn’s blunt affability, Jan was hard for me to wrap my head around. She was  guarded and at times confrontational. She was quietly bitter about the Empire and it made her silences heavy. Sometimes she was generous with her time and opinions like she had been with dance advice, and sometimes I was certain there was a hot spring of hostility sitting just under the surface. 

With time, I would realize that she and I were alike in many ways, which was part of the problem, but until we worked those things out, dancing was a safe activity for us to do. She did explain some of her motivation to me one afternoon.

“You’re training with Kyle.” she offered after I suggested she seemed to prefer to dance on her own.  “If Kyle’s going to start walking around telling people he’s a Jedi, he needs to be really good.  Making you your best will make him better.”

“So this is about Katarn?” 

She shrugged.

“He’s your priority.” I observed thinking of some of the things Mirax had said about her husband.

“I’m NRI,” she corrected, “the Republic is my priority.”

“Over Kyle?”

She stiffened, “Hopefully it will never come to that.”

It was a cryptic response that stayed with me, even as we moved on to the next piece.

#LaaL #Mara Jade #Jan Ors #kyle katarn #relationship dynamics #stilted friendships #Jedi Training #epic!bio

[bedoballoons]

Dating Kenna HC'S/Drabbles

Special order for Bedo >:D

Sorry i couldn't wait tomorrow(i have exams tomorrow), this made me realize how fast i am at writing headcanon's

Includes a few reader tropes

A lot people think he would be a really affectionate person still I can tell that he's a red flag, I just can't prove it red means ily

Like he's literally married to his Nintendo switch??

But we like being delusional

Anyway remember that one episode where he was eating a banana and said "is it wrong to do something for your friends!?" Or something like that, he would try to show gesture

Such as holding, small pecks

I bet when he kissed you on the check for the first time you were questioning if it was a lick or peck

I think he would have knowledge of things about dating from his rpg games or whatever

Every time he does something you don't like, he starts to wonder what was wrong in the thing he did

Clueless baby, protec him at all cost

He's a fast learner tho!

Y'all would have dates at cat cafes

One chance please

I can be a housewife

Cook at 9

Clean house at 11

Reall 💯🤭

He's rich tho?

Bro owns a company from just sitting at home/jk

Let's say that you're the boys volleyball clubs manager

Yamamoto would receive death glares from him instead of passes

Same goes to kuroo

Let's add Lev too

Leave him alone 😭✋

You're cool with others

I can imagine a small scenerio about how Lev was admiring you after practice, the way you were good at catching where the ball was thrown at or simply if you ever compliment his skills(do they exist?), kenma would pop out from no where to yank you away and leave that lamp post alone

What abt artist s/o for him

Cuz i like gamer x artist trope

Draw his fav fictional characters <33 (he's one himself)

İ actually think he would adore your drawings cuz like this guy is a gamer and gamers would get artists easily (real life experience)

You have a messy art style? He would understand it

Easy

An childhood friend trope?

There is no way you are not the manager of the boys volleyball team or a member of the team.

Kuroo would have already write your name to the club as a member or manager.

But this ain't about him

Since you also know kenma from childhood you probably also warned him about his health and you're caring abt him

İ still wonder how his eyesight is alright

But you gotta be interesting

Like the way he looks at his childhood friend(talkin abt kuroo) and the way he looks at Hinata

He wants to beat hinata in volleyball tho

İf you're a volleyball player you can force him into training with you

İ can imagine him with a taller s/o

İt would be cute but his teammate's would teasing him a lot

Especially the trio again (Kuroo, Lev, Yamamoto)

Yaku would understand him

Bedo do we stan short boys in this household?

But there's no way this guy is not popular in class, i mean he might hate it but he probably doesn't knows he is popular

Just look at how pretty he is

İ can talk about him till i die

Anyway husband kenma tho 🤭🤭

Once again im saying this

He's rich

He's your sugar daddy and you're his goof ball

Frfr

He's lazy so even if you work you gotta be a housewife/husband

Someone needs to take care of that lazy af ass

Remind him to eat/drink!! Feed the baby

Baby fever tho

İ can say he wouldn't be ready for one still he would accept it

Just one tho, y'all ain't having more than one

Y'all would already have cats as pets

Y'all would visit Hinata a lot

He adores that sunshine

İf you do too

🤝

Adopt Hinata

Or kidnapp him

This ain't about Hinata too

He's a sweatshirt, hoodie guy

Steal them

I can imagine a arcade date or simply stargazing for this guy's b-day

His love language is anything expect gift giving

He tends to be confused about what to give you as a gift.

But if you're a gamer like him

Then it's easier then changing socks for him

Probably knows you're preference of game genre

And is the best person you could ask about gaming

Helpw i don't even have a long post like this in my acc y'all don't identify me plz 🫶🫶

I hope you enjoyed the small hc's!!

İ still have to write him a birthday scenerio

Fun facts:

You were actually one of the people who inspired me, made me have a interest in writing

I'm a kenma kinnie irl!! Switching personalitys irl

-💤

OH MY GOSH THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT!! IM BLUSHED AND SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY!!!

EEEEE THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I LOVE IT OH MY GOODNESS I CANT!!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Yes we definitely stan short bois here ;)

I can't believe I inspired you, you literally made me tear up!! Please continue writing because you are absolutely amazing at it and you should literally share this with everyone!!!

Kenma is such a sweet baby I love him!!

THANK YOU AGAIN!!!

#cuteballoons<3 #amazing writer #kenma #kenma headcanons

[fiesty-fishbiscuit]

who is ash

oh boy. oh crikey crackers. who ISNT ash is what you should be asking.

ok so basically yeah ash, aka dr. ashleigh reid, is a character who first showed up as a boss fight in the game titanfall 2, and then ended up getting increasingly plot relevant in the spinoff, apex legends, until she became a playable character in november 2021.

to speedrun you through her lore basically all u need to know is:

she STARTED OFF as ur run of the mill human who was born in a particularly shitty bit of space in the early 27th century. She spent some of her life doing assorted illegal shit like idk fighting stuff.... drug stuff.... et cetera... also she was a scientist bc multitasking queen. also her brother died when he was rlly young remember that ok its important for later.

ANYWAYS she gets hired by these mercenaries called the apex predators (yes, like apex legends, its a whole thing) to basically be assistant to this astrophysicist called dr. mary somers because the outlands (another, nearby bit of space) is on the brink of an energy crisis, mary is one of the people trying to avert this and something something profit. quite how this employment happened we do not currently know, im just assuming that the apex predators are players of 6d multiverse time travel chess for the time being.

anyways, a few years pass, she and mary end up becoming close tm. they work out that the branthium (brand new energy resource) is obtainable from a black hole so ashleigh offers to accompany her on the trip to retrieve it and mary just agrees without a second thought bc. yeah.

So they get there. mary goes off in the little shuttle thing which is connected to a tether to the main ship. after she sends the branthium through the tether to the ship, ashleigh just. hits the convenient "tether disconnect" button and voila, she is now Branthium Expert No.1 in the whole outlands.

Twelve years pass. progress is slow, more scientists are recruited for the project, ashleigh also ends up being a sort of mentor figure to mary's son (newton) who wants to be a scientist to 1) save the outlands and 2) figure out if marys still out there (more on that in a bit.) also he thinks ashleigh is like The coolest person ever, especially when he tags along when she goes to the gym and sees her training w weapons and stuff and then like, guilt trips his grandma into getting him some cool nunchucks???? slay.

oh yeah did i mention that newton was the same age when the black hole incident happened as ashleighs brother when he died? yeah let that sink in.

he actually gives her the nunchucks which she literally holds onto forever which is pretty sweet.

anyways eventually ashleigh and the other scientists work out how to refine the branthium, but just when things seem to be going soo well for the outlands ashleigh brings all the apex predator mercenaries to attack the lab and seize the branthium.

unfortunately, the scientists made the robot that they made to help them in the refinery good at fighting. and the one scientist who always thought ashleigh was super sus ends up impaling her, and her mission fails, and she dies!! the outlands is saved.

actually i lied! ashleighs not dead. in the titanfall universe, you can get your mind conveniently shunted into a robot (technically called a simulacrum if you want to be fancy) to handily cheat death! this comes with the minor drawbacks:

1) losing some memories

2) youre completely incapable of perceiving yourself as a simulacrum, and your programming literally filters out any mention that you hear/see of what you actually are

so things go a little funky for ashleigh, and what ends up happening is all the bits of her that are good at surviving and whatnot make it through to the sim version, and all the rest gets tucked away in a dormant bit of her mind.

the sim persona is known as ash.

she works for the apex predators doing mercenary stuff piloting titans around (big cool mechs) and also doing some minor torture during this one war by pitting enemy pilots against murder robots for what she says is testing efficiency but really she just really likes watching things kill each other.

shes killed for the second time by this guy called jack cooper who is fighting against the people who hired the predators to back them up in the war.

then she's rebuilt.

then shes dismantled again by her old boss and he throws her head into another dimension.

then decades later some bloodsport competitors from the outlands put her head back together because of a whole drama im not getting into now, because the people who run the outlands want the access codes to olympus (that city she did science in that one time) because they want to hold their bloodsport there. then they put her in a bin.

and guess who scoops her up.

the robot she came up with 75 years ago to help in the refinery i SHIT YOU NOT. because she lives with him and he thinks theyre friends, he calls her his girlfriend.

ash is not happy with this.

she doesnt have any memories, but she gets back her sim ones when her old boss swings by to say hi and tell her that her old friend is back (👀) and then she kinda fucks off for a few months to set up a fighting arena for her own amusement.

This fighting arena gets a bit compromised when this really awful old man puts some murder death vines on olympus for another drama im not getting into now. ash goes to complain to one of the bloodsport competitors, an astrophysicist, and then like some debris falls and she saves her from dying and then she talks about her family a bit even tho she doesnt rlly remember why?? and then she is kinda nostalgic again with the astrophysicist later even tho again. only has her sim memories at this point.

UNTIL and this is where things get funky.

there is a way to get the human memories back for relatively new sims, and that is to say a specific code at them. and someone now has an interest in doing this, because she thinks that ash actually used to be her best friend?

yeah so i actually lied again! marys not dead either, she escaped the black hole and is now competing in a bloodsport in the 28th century to fund her time travel research because time dilation.

anyways mary wakes her up but things go a bit wrong because ash ash and the original ashleigh personality dont recombine???? ash actually thinks that being a sim is GREAT now that she knows she is one, but this just makes her hate the human bits of her (who goes by leigh, by the way) because shes Not Perfect tm. she also goes Ohhhh THATS what blisk meant by an old friend... which is pretty funny all things considered

now ash is in the bloodsport basically just because she wants to prove shes better than anyone and she also really really wants to get rid of leigh.

her main idea for achieving this is for some reason finding and destroying the sword that impaled and killed her? she does it but its doesn't really do anything lol. she also pushes the granddaughter of the woman who killed her off a tower but this hasnt been addressed in a year and a half so. yeah.

and thats kind of all her lore for now. So Now You Know.

also @rosamsdump hehee

#thanks for the ask! #like. THANKS this was therapeutic to me

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Ranking Fairy Tail Death Fakeouts

I'm not posting frequently enough to make joke posts.

We've had quite many death fakeouts in this series. 

That statement alone is an indictment on Hiro Mashima, who has gone on record to say that he enjoys writing characters in situations where it seems they died but survived.

I figured I'd rank as many fakeouts as I remember from best to worst. 

I tried to limit myself to situations where it was clear that we should think the situation led to death. However, things got out of hand. (You'll see.) Bear in mind that some involve groups of people who we thought died.

While this is my ranking, I tried to stick to these criteria in ranking them.

Should they have died otherwise?

Does their return make sense?

Is the series better for their return?

We're starting with the best version of this trope. 

Fairy Sphere was the best death fakeout, and I'm not sure people would expect it to fit these criteria.

Everyone on the island thought they would die. They accepted their fate in Toy Story 3 style when the Black Dragon came and blasted Tenrou Island, leaving only a crater. 

That's good games, folks.

However, the return makes sense. Those members were at a sacred spot for their guild. While we know Mavis' body isn't on the island now, we've seen her powers at work earlier in the arc. Mavis using one of the guild's most powerful spells is reasonable. It activated because of their shared spirit, leading to the Grand Magic Games.

I've criticized Mashima's handling of training in series, especially in the Grand Magic Games. Their return was a genius idea. Time skips happen often in anime and manga, but few function as this did. The heroes have to play catch-up with the rest of the world. The execution wasn't the best, but this was one of Mashima's best ideas in the series.

Speaking of Mavis, I think her death fakeout was the best individual example. This might be because we didn't get enough reason to believe there was anything past her death. If you could make a phantom image of yourself, wouldn't you put yourself in your prime? We had no reason to believe she died at the age we saw her. 

I'm not the most supportive of Zervis, but I like this as a death situation. The good news is that she didn't die from the curse of contradiction. While it's a bit sketchy, I do like that there are attempts to keep her alive as soon as possible.

Her continued existence as Lumen Histoire (I prefer this name to Fairy Heart) was foreshadowed amazingly. It was a situation that affected all the major arcs from its mention to the end of the main series. Of course, after escaping Lumen Histoire, she continues to impact the series for the better. The Larcade/August situation is a mess, but I don't think it hurts Mavis' return.

Speaking of which, Lisanna's fakeout was also really good. (Shocking, I know.) Let me start by admitting that this one is hurt by her lack of importance in the series. She hasn't taken out any major villains or caused dramatic character changes (unless you read my stories). It doesn't matter since we never really were led to think she would become a super relevant character.

As for the other aspects, she passes with flying colors in my book. She should have died on the mission based on everything we know about the situation. No one in the guild operates under the assumption otherwise, and it is taken for granted for two in-series years.

However, we never see her die in the manga. We hear about the events and get flashes of what happened. However, Mashima never shows us that she died, even after the series was extended past Phantom Lord. While the anime shows more of what happened, the director admitted he never planned to treat Lisanna as dead. Edolas as an escape for Lisanna makes more sense than people give it credit for.

Next up is Irene, whose situation is interesting. I should be madder about how that was handled. There didn't seem to be a reason for her to kill herself, especially given the justification of actually loving Erza. While Acnologia brutalizing her body was too much, that felt like the nail in the coffin. If she wasn't dead before, she was dead then.

However, the return itself isn't nonsensical. Irene was impressed by Wendy's enchanting skills during their battle. No wonder she would want to tag along with her temporarily. I do prefer this justification for Irene. She still wants to find a body of her own to host. I'm glad she's selfish about it.

This aspect was one of my favorite things about the sequel. It was great to see how Wendy and Irene interacted with each other. Often, it would be Wendy accounting for Irene in situations or Irene intervening in places where Wendy needed help. I wasn't a big fan of the resolution, but I did appreciate that it tied into the Knightwalker situation.

The last of the good returns is Gajeel. His death was another situation that was treated as a given. He was being taken to 'hell' at the end of his fight. This was almost a tragic end to the best ship in the Big 4. We recognize their mutual feelings only to be ripped out of their hands just as soon.

The genius of this moment comes in the timing of events. It's hard to explain this, but the events of the arc all overlap in weird ways. This fight happens as Natsu and Lucy hope Brandish can negotiate peace with August and Irene's meeting with Acnologia. While the portal closes, Irene is casting Universe One. The spell changes the continent's shape-up, so it's not out of the realm of possibility this brings Gajeel back into commission.

Honestly, Gajeel doesn't do a whole lot past his return. He certainly puts work in, especially in the sequel. However, he's not impacting the series like several other characters mentioned before, along with others to come. Though, even at this point in the series, he's nowhere near the focus of the series. Not to mention, he's always been a secondary character, so no meaningful change there.

Other people wouldn't count this, but I'm putting Silver next. I say I'm not sure because this is a rare example of a fakeout of a death fakeout. Silver was killed by Deliora all those years ago. However, he was brought back to life thanks to Keyes, who used him as a puppet and experimental rat. This makes sense as a reason for him to return. 

However, the lead-up to this revelation is pretty messy. We're led to believe he's Deliora for some time, among other things. (We'll get to him soon enough.) His most meaningful impact is giving Gray Demon Slaying magic. His role involved setting plot points before their fight, like freezing Sun Village and capturing Natsu.

I'm not a fan of Jellal's return. This could be a higher ranking. The circumstances surrounding his supposed death are reasonable enough to think he died. We'd probably assume he was gone forever if it weren't for Mystogan showing up during Fantasia. Nirvana justifies his return. He's arguably made the most impact of anyone on this list.

So what gives?

Petty as it sounds, this version of Jellal bores me. Look at how Jellal acts before Nirvana and how he acts after it. Of course, this is because of what happened in the Tower of Heaven arc. However, I wish there was a way we could keep Jellal's snarky attitude while also being a heroic figure. Thank goodness Crimson Starbird wrote Kidnapping Erza. Speaking of which, his ranking is saved pending his joining Fairy Tail. It's a cliche ending to his arc, but a welcome cliche for a fan favorite. 

Moving down the rankings, God Serena is up next. This is another situation like Silver, where he died but was brought back to life. I don't like him or his return. I plan to talk about this later, but his death is made worse by the final battle of the main series. We're supposed to believe the power of eight dragons couldn't beat Acnologia. Yet the power of seven fire dragons can get the job done? No dice.

His importance in the sequel is to be noted. It certainly was a shock to see him come back. However, I don't think anyone was clamoring for this former member of the Spriggan Twelve to come back into the series. Brandish and DiMaria were more popular characters. I'd take my chances with the Dragneels coming back again. (You can tell this is a personal list.)

We have another fakeout in this list of death fakeouts because we have Igneel, Metallicana, Grandeeny, Skidarum, and Weisslogia. That's right, I'm putting all the dragons on this spot. This is another spot that feels like cheating because they did die all those years ago. All we saw was their last spurt of energy. That was enough to go toe to toe with Acnologia and destroy all the Face statues.

I want to like this one more. This was one of the best moments in the series. Still, I can't say that it makes sense for them to be back. I appreciate that this was hinted at, but the hints were cryptic. I'm glad the dragons destroyed the Dragon Seeds and Natsu's dreams. I can't put them any higher in good conscience.

I wish this next one was at the bottom, but I can't lie. I hate what happened to Ultear. I've talked about that much already. Last Ages might be the only thing I hate more than Nalu in Fairy Tail. That said, I can't act like it makes no sense to exist or that the results are shocking.

I can say that I'm annoyed by the future implications of this moment. I'd rather Ultear not be an active character in the series than see what's happened. Whenever I see Ultear do something, I can't tell if Mashima regrets his decision or is doubling down on it. This isn't anywhere frequent enough to piss me off more.

I'm going to throw Deliora next on this list. I'm not sure who counts for this list anymore. Let's start with the positives. His death was very well explained. The plot to revive him was interesting. 

However, this arc is among my least favorite in the series because of what happens when the ice melts. Outside of a version-dependent last roar, Deliora was always dead. While Moon Drip and Deliora's legacy matters moving forward, the real Deliora doesn't.

We're in the bottom three now. Fitting that the only man to be guild master three times is up next. Makarov's situation is a bit too weird. He only survived based on the technicality of Tenrou Island joining the continent when he went out. You probably didn't know that was a part of the deal. That's right. The only reason this can be justified isn't even common knowledge.

Honestly, there wasn't enough reason for Makarov to come back. The benefit to his return is that Erza can go on the Century Quest without worrying about being the guild master. I know that the Ghost Dragon Slayer was part of the guild, but that's not enough reason for him to not have passed leadership to the next generation.

This is another shocking addition to this list, but our second to last person is Kageyama. Technically, he was the first instance of this happening in Fairy Tail. During the Lullaby mission, he was about to free them from Erigor's trap, but he was stabbed before he could do anything. I could see this argued as not truly being a death fakeout. However, I'm counting it because it wouldn't make sense to interpret his absence as not being a death. Then again, we are talking about him here.

You could also argue that his situation isn't as bad as other characters we've mentioned. However, he earns this spot because, by coming back, he causes more problems for the Strongest Team. Let's get this out of the way. Natsu should have left him in the trap, regardless of his feelings. But by being brought along, he betrays the group's tenuous trust in him and endangered guild masters from all over the land. If he threatened them, I'd bump him higher on this list. He served as a glorified delivery boy. Erigor could have been in the same place as him, fought Natsu, and lost. Nothing serious would have been lost.

But he's not the worst. The undisputed worst death fakeout was only ever going to one person. You know her. You love her, but nowhere near as much as she loves Gray. That's right, Juvia's death fakeout is the worst. (I can hear the Gruvians coming for me from a mile away.)

I've also discussed this situation too much for any person's sanity to be intact. But let's review what we've gone through in this list. Some character's death (fake or otherwise) makes sense, but not the return. For others, the return is pretty sensible, but not the death. Many characters are saved by their relevance after the fact. Whatever the case, some aspect of their situation has reasonable logic. The best characters make sense on all accounts.

Juvia's in a league all her own. Juvia's death was under ridiculous circumstances that strained believability. Her return was arguably just as bad, if not worse. I've heard plenty of people talk smack about Lisanna's comeback. You can't tell me with a straight face that this is better. At least people didn't expect Lisanna to return at all, least of all the chapter after she was revealed to have died. That would be enough to earn this spot on its own.

What cements it for me is that Mashima decided to shoehorn her into nearly every arc of the sequel. I won't go so far as to say I wish Juvia was dead so the ship wouldn't happen. But is Juvia living to fuel one of Mashima's sloppiest ships ever to head towards being canon that good a tradeoff? By the way, this whole situation shaped Gruvia's current trajectory. Considering that happens to be one of the worst things about the sequel, I feel comfortable putting this return at the bottom of this list.

Let me know what you think. If I left anyone on this list, I'd be shocked to find out.

#fairy tail #not a joke post #the only jokes are me and mashima #me for posting this later than i wanted #mashima for allowing this trope to be a thing #no way I'm tagging everyone in this

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y’know what fuck it i’m posting my honda lore hc’s because i have a lore for him ;

parent loss tw ! bold for canonical information .

HIS PARENTS LORE ; edmond’s father’s name is kazuki (born in 1932), and his mother’s name is akari (born in 1933). they met in 1951 and became partners for 8 years, married in 1959. akari works as a casino manager, and kazuki works as an office employee like most people do. unfortunately, akari died of childbirth right after edmond honda’s birth.

EDMOND’S BIRTH ; remember, edmond’s name is a shikona (your everyday western name). so let’s be serious, edomon is his real name. like the edo period, akari’s favorite japanese history. that’s why she named him edomon before her death. with kazuki becoming widowed, honda is motherless.

AFTERMATH OF AKARI ; kazuki continues to work as an office employee to earn money while honda gets taken care of by his babysitters. but don’t worry, kazuki has the best quality time with his son and is always time to witness the first talk, walk, you name it. when honda became a toddler, kazuki would sometimes take him to work so that he doesn’t get very lonely. his friends are in awe and his boss just doesn’t mind it at all.

CHILDHOOD ; edmond honda’s childhood isn’t that really good when it comes to his life in middle and high schools. he was always made fun of in middle school only because he was motherless. in the udon comics, we heard that he was bullied in every turn in high school, he was a nobody–– a nothing. everything changed when edmond watched his first sumo match in person. he was mesmerized with the move, speed, honor, you name it. he realized that he had a purpose and would go to any length to fulfill it. he found his destiny, and his dream. edmond would beg kazuki if he would like to accomplish his dreams of becoming a sumo wrestler, which for kazuki, he accepted his wish and supported him no matter what. and with that, honda began to train sumo wrestling and start his dream. one of honda’s favorite memories is visiting mount fuji with kazuki in his winter break via senior year and in genbu temple a few days after his graduation. yes, i see him studying culinary in college i’m not that dumb 🗣️‼️ ALSOOOO before i get to many years later, since i hc honda’s sexuality as gay mlm, when honda came out to kazuki, he’s literally the best father that edmond honda has ever had in his life because again, he supported his son no matter what. honda knew that he’s lucky to have kazuki as his dad. according to honda on sf6, he also grew up as a troublemaker, eating five times his size like his training for sumo wrestling, watching tv of the same said sport matches keeping his eyes on surprise.

AFTERMATH OF KAZUKI ; according to the sf6 comics, the game sets place on 2008. that was the year that honda opened his chanko house restaurant on metro city known as chanko house edomon. when kazuki, travels to metro city, the first thing he does is enjoy his order in the restaurant. sometimes, he doesn’t mind honda and dhalsim hanging out together like how most families do. but unfortunately, his life has changed when a year before the game, he has been diagnosed with cancer which left edmond honda completely broken. whenever someone looks over edomon, honda often visits his dad for chemotherapy, or surgeries on how will it go. sadly, it’s getting worse for kazuki and a few months after edomon is opened, he passed away in his deathbed. honda couldn’t make it to watch his father die in his arms, but it was because kazuki didn’t wanted edmond to watch him die just like with the situation on akari’s death.

oh yeah by the way i’ll actually post the honsim family tree thing soon because i’m so funny except i have to actually update it because my life thought sf6 took place on the 2000’s (no).

#tw for death #street fighter #e honda #haha i love to make people cry #YO HONSIM LORE ?1?1?1? #i should draw honda’s parents but i’m so dead #headcanon #edit because edomon is his official name 👍