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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 6)

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y/ndevils00 HAPPY REGULAR SEASON!!!

WELCOME BACK TO THE SPECIAL EDITION: JACK HUGHES SHOW!

OUR MIGHTY FINE DEVILS WON 4-3 AGAINST THE MICHIGAN BIRDS!

tonight, my beloved, apparent bad boy, got TWO goals, but more importantly TWO penalties!! i love when he does good things, but i love when he does bad things even more!! even if the first penalty WAS a bit of a chintzy call, i still loved seeing him locked up 🥰

my favorite autumn tree got his first goal of the season tonight, and i couldn’t be prouder! you go, ginger snap!

my sweet bratt also got a penalty for interference, which makes no sense to me, and obviously not to him either- but alas, we persevered!

and last, but certainly not least, UNCLE HAULA-HOOP GOT AN EMPTY NET GOAL, WHICH SECURED OUR WIN!! THANK YOU, HAULA BACK GAL!

p.s. i’m sorry to Ellen, who i accidentally ditched to get a picture of her son in the bad boy box, and who also might’ve heard me call him a naughty slut— she laughed, but i think i saw a part of her die inside

tagged jackhughes, dougieham, jesperbratt, and ehaula

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jackhughes did you seriously post a photo of me COMMITTING MY PENALTY?

y/ndevils00 you chose violence. i love it. 👁️🫦👁️

trevorzegras hey those emojis look exactly like you

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I WAS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP

dougieham autumn tree?

dougieham wait, hold on, i got this….

dougieham trees are tall and their leaves turn red and orange in autumn. i am tall and a ginger (red/orange)! therefore, me = autumn tree

y/ndevils00 YOU DID IT!! 🥹 i think i’m even prouder now than for your goal!

john.marino97 no me? no dawson?

dawson1417 yeah, no us?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i have two words, eight letters.

dawson1417 “love y’all” ?

john.marino97 forgive him, he’s new to this

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 DO BETTER

dawson1417 oh :( but you DO love us, right?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 duh, obviously

user26 DEVILS ARE SO BACK

jesperbratt i didn’t do anything 🙁

y/ndevils00 i know you didn’t, my little swedish meatball! I’LL FIX THIS!

jackhughes no you won’t

y/ndevils00 no i won’t :(

ehaula i’ve missed you, niece!! and unfortunately your puns too

y/ndevils00 IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!! MWAHAHAHA

ehaula was that your evil laugh?

y/ndevils00 yeh

ehaula it was adorable

y/ndevils00 😠

ehaula @/kristen.haula isn’t she cute?!

kristen.haula our niece 🥹

user83 I WANNA BE HIS MOUTHGUARD

y/ndevils00 me first!

jackhughes why

elblue6 i promise, i didn’t die inside! call him a slut all you want!

jackhughes MOM?

y/ndevils00 you are my only true supporter, Ellen 🫶

nicohischier you didn’t call me any names! i used to pray for times like these

y/ndevils00 only because i didn’t get a picture fast enough of you bent over like me in the bedroom

jackhughes why do you say these things

nicohischier please stop talking

y/ndevils00 never. 🗣️ SLUT 🗣️

lhughes_06 i made it out unscathed 🙏

y/ndevils00 you wish

lhughes_06 wait, what?

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 i was so happy to meet so many of your wonderful faces on the red carpet!

i was just there to do my job (taking pictures of my boyfriend! god i love my job!) but so many of you asked for pictures with ME and it made my heart feel so full!

i never thought that accepting this job would mean finding a boyfriend, a brother (two! actually!), two amazing best friends, and apparently a family of supporters! i’m so grateful to have the opportunity to make a lifetime of memories with this amazing team!

go devils! but most importantly, go devils fans! this wouldn’t be possible without y’all!

tagged jackhughes, john.marino97, lhughes_06, and dawson1417

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user19 i’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re the one to thank for Jack’s new hair, in which case THANK YOU 🙏🫶

y/ndevils00 you’d be correct 😈 YOU’RE SO WELCOME

jackhughes ya know, I’M the one who went and got my haircut

y/ndevils00 yeah, after i played subliminal messages in your ears at night, telling you that you should go and get it cut

jackhughes you what?

y/ndevils00 you look so handsome, babygirl!

lhughes_06 my squishy!

y/ndevils00 MY SMUSH!

lhughes_06 you looked radiant tonight

y/ndevils00 aww, well you looked quite dashing, yourself!

lhughes_06 my sister ❤️

jackhughes she’s in the closet

trevorzegras she came out?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I’M CRYING, YOU IDIOT! i’m in the physical closet, not the metaphorical one!

trevorzegras oh! my b, bro

dawson1417 THAT’S ME!

y/ndevils00 that’s you!!

dawson1417 i’m also grateful you have this opportunity and that you took this job btw

y/ndevils00 THIS POST WAS NEVER MEANT TO MAKE *ME* CRY

dawson1417 please don’t cry, i’ll bring you a churro tomorrow?

y/ndevils00 suddenly my tears are gone

jackhughes no they’re not

dawson1417 @/jackhughes i’ll bring her a churro anyways

user73 I MET YOU!!! you’re so sweet, and gorgeous! i think i was even more excited to meet you than Jack!

y/ndevils00 ME? LOOK AT YOU, BEAUTIFUL GIRL!

jackhughes i feel like i should feel offended, but somehow i’m not because i’d be excited to meet dove too

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re so obsessed with me

user39 JOHN PICS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ THANK YOU, Y/N!!

jackhughes my beautiful, crazy girl ♥️ i’m thankful everyday that you accepted this job and that you accepted the title of my girlfriend

y/ndevils00 aw, i love you to pluto, my sweet boy ♥️

y/ndevils00 p.s. if you’re so thankful, you should think about changing my title 🥰

jackhughes moments over

y/ndevils00 I’M JUST SAYING

_quinnhughes you didn’t hear it from me…. but he’s definitely thought about changing it

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes you’re my new favorite hughes

_quinnhughes i wasn’t already?

y/ndevils00 well, you were, and then luke bought me pizza

_quinnhughes pizza? PIZZA is all it takes?!

y/ndevils00 please captain huggy, have mercy on me, i was starving and your middle brother was trying to feed me chicken that wasn’t tenders or nuggets

john.marino97 grateful for you and the way you push me to d* b*tter ❤️

y/ndevils00 did you just censor “do better” ?

john.marino97 it’s given me ptdbs

y/ndevils00 ?

y/ndevils00 wait— “post traumatic do better syndrome”

y/ndevils00 i’m so smart 🥰

john.marino97 yes, you are! such a smart girl!

y/ndevils00 that feels like sarcasm but i’m gonna ignore it

#media management au!#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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The character designs of the characters in HB/HH get more and more frustrating and awful the more you know about the actual biblical/mythological characters that they are supposed to be based on.

Paimon’s design is not bad on its own, but knowing that he’s supposed to be PAIMON, the king from the Ars Goetia who is in the text described as being a feminine-presenting man riding a camel. But instead we get another fucking BIRD and it’s just so frustrating.

And he’s related to Stolas?! No where that I’ve read or seen has even hinted at them even being related in the original texts that they’re supposed to be drawing from.

And the Seven Deadly Sins is a whole other basket of issues.

Lucifer doesn’t even look intimidating in the slightest and if you showed me a picture of him and I had no idea of who he was, I wouldn’t even know he was the infamous fallen angel we all know as Lucifer.

Asmodeus reminds me of a pumpkin that someone stuck a bunch of fur onto and then put it all on a body.

Beelzebub isn’t even an INSECT!!! It’s in the NAME, BEE-LZEBUB!!!

And Mammon looks like a knock off Christmas tree. No further comments.

And don’t even get me started on the so-called “Full Demon Forms.”

You cannot convince me that those are good designs when all they do is make them bigger and more fiery. These are supposed to be the living embodiments of sin themselves and they feel so underwhelming.

Its just so frustrating (I’m repeating that word, but it’s the best way I can describe my feelings), because there is so much you can do with the lore of these characters (the original lore not the show lore) and the amount of creativity I’ve seen from other artists (such as Lovesart23) is astounding and wonderful to look at and follow along with.

Really the only nice thing I can say about Stolas is that his full demon form was genuinely cool and it really gave off the vibe that “this is an ancient demon of hell.”

Phhh completely have to agree with you on every possible level

WHY ARE THE MONARCHICAL SINS LESS EVIL THAN THE WORKING CLASS what did Viv mean by this??? Why is Asmodeus an angel ?

And why is Lucifer the definition of defanged, what happened to this

A strict dad with high expectations who doesn’t believe in Charlie’s dreams. I was so ready for that story to be told. And now i feel like he’s a teenager with all of his massive authority just gone? I wonder if he even has a demonic form?

Isn’t it funny that Stolas gets an official demon name, his father who only appears once, gets a demonic name, his ex brother in law who only appears once so far and had no introduction at all, also gets a demonic name, but the Wife and Daughter of stolas, his core story, just get human names???

They chose to make stolas a son of Paimon to retcon him into being Blitzs childhood “friend” and to make it look like he’s just like blitz he has a mean dad too! Blech.

While I love the character “Paimon” I found him funny, charming, and delightfully evil, he could have had any other name and been as good. According to some content he’s actually a shape shifter with many forms, but chose the bird form because stolas is an owl, and that’s why he said “the owl boy” and why Asmodeus calls him “birdy babe” watch stolas have like, elephant and goat brothers and sisters or something next. The Stolas and Stella family is just the avian part of the Ars Goetia apparently? Idk. I’d love to know if Stella has a maiden name. I’m still upset actually that Stella didn’t get a demonic name of her own, neither did Octavia, but Andrealphus, a nothing character, gets an official demon name??? Why not just pick a Goetia name and gender swap it like with Beelzebub and Belphegor??? The sexism is unbelievable. Especially Via what a wasted opportunity.

Making him white and British though..I’d be so mad if I were a Middle Eastern person and saw that be erased, what a joke

#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical

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bluginkgo · 4 months

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"Nice Corpse House My Guy" Remastered Behind Scenes!

The most glaring and obviously annoying thing that's evident in this comic- if you even wanna call it that- are the god forsaken BACKGROUNDS. There was a lot of experimentation going on for backgrounds here. Because the first couple pictures, THAT is what I used to draw backgrounds as. Trees are sticks and grass is flat. I realized that wasn't gonna cut it. I didn't like it at all. So I started experimenting and boy was it messy. It finally sorta settled on the style by the end of the comic. I'm still unhappy with it, but it'll have to do for now.

Here's a small comparison

One thing that I ran into was how I was gonna show that N was in his "killer mode." I could have placed the X's over the pupils, but found it unnatural looking in my style. So instead, it was settled to a concentrated light in the pupils.

Best seen between these two. The second N snaps out of it, the X/light in his pupils disappears, and the normal light returns to his eyes, which is similar to Uzi's.

Another thing I started slowly including was Uzi's little tooth on her beak.

The jutting out portion on her beak is a personal touch. Although it doesn't really matter, I included it to separate her from the rest of the "worker drones." Seen as she's an absolute solver host and has a solver form, something was going to creep up in her crow design, hence the little teeth. Doll would have them too, given I draw her in the form I've been thinking about.

Another thing I ran into, was WHAT WAS UZI GONNA TAKE N DOWN WITH?! This is a bird vs. a dog! No way was a bird gonna decommission a whole dog! Then this scene came up in my recent rewatch of Murder Drones.

And it clicked. Loooong long time ago, I had a very specific hyperfixation: birds. One thing I learned that some pigeons do, was they're capable of doing a somersault. And in mid-air, too!

I was finally set. The SICK AS HELL RAILGUN was downgraded to a simple piece of shiny glass/pebble that attracted Uzi- and crows love shiny things. And the same pebble will be used to launch at N's sensor that made him trip over. Because I was also not going to draw N doggo losing his head. I love gorey and bloody shows and art- hence why I watched Murder Drones- but I honestly had no idea how to recreate that, and I suck at drawing gore in general, I mean, did you SEE the crow N was chewing on? That was my best try honestly.

Here are some progress shots and how the layers worked in the scene where N is bonked with a stick.

As per usual, start with a sketch, this is actually 2nd sketch. The first is much rougher, just some circles and random shapes to outline his body form.

Then, this is all outlined and rendered. Along with some additions like the stick and the little rock.

The background was the hardest, aside from some weird angles I picked to draw Uzi and N at. I suck at backgrounds, like I've mentioned many times before. So, this needed a lot of testing and experimenting. Most of this works because I found some cool brushes to use. But aside from that, I honestly still don't like how it looks. It's slightly better than my stick trees and flat grass though, I guess.

Put it all together, add a black layer to simulate nighttime, put some lights to show moonlight through trees and voila, you've got an N doggo that got bonked by a stick! I see this project/comic mostly as practice and testing. Background testing mostly, and some brushes. The background/brush testing actually spilled over into another post of the solver Uzi I made a bit back. I'd say I was pretty happy how it turned out, but brush wise, I was going to test around a little more.

NUzi comic 'Sleep' is my next project. Uhhh, don't ask me when I'm gonna have it out, I have no idea. I'm guessing sometime end of Jan and beginning of Feb. But that might be delayed seeing as Murder Drones ep7 should be out sometime soon too, so I'll need to go crazy about that for a bit and then I'll go back to my usual thing ^_^ 'Sleep' will take place still between the Pilot and Heartbeat.

P.S. I have all 26 pages story boarded... good god what happened to the 'mini' part of the comic 😭

Anyways, why are you still here?! Have a cookie ^_^ you made it! Have a nice day now, bye bye <3

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Hi, if it's possible, I want to request a part 2 of my request, silent child, when reader start to feel comfortable enough around the RoR family to the point she started letting them hug her but still doesn't show her emotions as she doesn't know how to express them and also, still don't talk but at tries to express herself in some way. So, she decided to draw a picture of them as a gift of her appreciation towards them but don't think that it's enough but still do that anyway. If you won't write my request it's fine, just let me know, have a nice day/afternoon/night.

-You’re not sure how long it had been with your massive new family, the ones who treated you so gently, with so much kindness and love.

-They all respected your space, not touching you unless you gave them permission, usually with a shake or a nod of your head when they would ask you.

-Your family made you feel so welcomed- you never felt like a burden, like you were odd for not talking, they just allowed you to go at your own pace.

-You slowly opened up, approaching those you were closest to rather than letting them approach you like normal, which was huge for you- even if you didn’t do anything else.

-One thing you had been doing lately is following others- you would pick someone to follow for a while, and you would just wander behind them, stopping when they would stop and starting when they would start walking again.

-Many thought it was cute, regarding you like a duckling, but they believed it was good- as you were interacting with them on your terms, which they encouraged.

-When Jack and Apollo surprised you with a drawing set, with paper and crayons you would spend hours drawing pictures of so many things, trees and flowers, cats, dogs, and birds you’ve seen, just anything you could.

-When you approached (Favorite) after coloring for a while, (Favorite) beamed down at you, “What do you have there, Y/N?”

-You looked stoic like you normally were, but they were stunned when you handed them the paper and they saw a crude drawing of themselves there.

-(Favorite) turned to you and forgetting the rules just once, they immediately hugged you tight, overwhelmed with happiness at your gift.

-Others were around, jealous that (Favorite) got a drawing first, before seeing more drawings scattered around of them, ones that you were working on.

-However, eyes went wide as your hands slowly lifted and wrapped around (Favorite’s) neck, hugging them back for once, which quickly set everyone off with celebration- overwhelmed with happiness from your actions.

-You could see all of them smiling, so happy that you were hugging (Favorite), who was crying comically, back, to them it was a breakthrough.

-It was at your pace, going step by step, but they were letting you set the pace, willing to stand beside you as all of you went on this journey together.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader

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favouritenuisance · 3 months

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"HIGHSCHOOL COMPOSITIONS BLAH BLAH I HAD A TOPIC I HAD TO STICK TO BLAH BLAH WROTE THIS IN AROUND AN HOUR BLAH BLAH"

"write a descreptive with the title "getting busier and busier"

cringing but i couldn't show this to her in person so fuck what do i even have to lose? dignity? uski toh lag gayi mf, qafi waqt se

ANYWAY

Getting busier and busier

Life is odd. Strange. Life is strange. So is time. What is life accurately if not the passage of time? For I like to say, time is a passage. The Labyrinth. The Labyrinth, the glorious child of the devil's advocate... the son of logic, Daedalus. Time is a passage, and that passage is the Labyrinth, I like to think. If life in my equation of love and death is a passage of time and if taken my passage of time The Labyrinth into picture then.. Life is the Labyrinth, and, I like to think, death is the minotaur. You can run little bird and you can fly big wolf and you can hide, you can hide but you cannot escape it... for even those that claim they did, live only as legends and myths in our world, their flesh and blood unknown to our eyes. Life get's busy, and it gets colder and darker and busier. Just like how the Labyrinth grows narrow and its trees and weeds try stumbling your feet, life gets busier and time starts cramping. But even The Labyrinth has its caves and rooms of comfort and love. Just as life has its swords and daggers it also has its breads and honey. This story is a dramatic one. A romantic one. For I ask you, what else is the point of mundane feelings in the mundane and monotonous mortal rumble and tumble of the roughness of a regular life? This is of my muse, and of the many caves and rooms of warm comfort she allowed me to live through along the roughs and tumbles of the Labyrinth. A soft, grassy terrain in a small, comfortable cave with warmth radiating through its rock hard walls, the air in this welcoming cave, moist, moist and sweet and joyful to breathe in. A safe haven, a comfortable few breaths with the full knowledge that the dangers of the raging minotaur be harsh as ever... A comfortable position to sit in, with full knowledge of the horrors of the Labyrinth. In the life I lead, my love, that was but a simple hug from you...

A quiet drive in the back seat of a taxi- sitting in the cave comfortably- whilst looking down on your face, your head on my chest joking about the rate at which my hear beat- warmth radiating through the rock hard walls of the cave- with your hair all in my face, and the ghost of your lips on my forehead whispering savoury melodies to my keen ears. In the amalgamy of constantly intensifying wars of sex and death that which is life, in the thorns of the trees and the horns of the minotaur, you gave me soft moments to cherish and smile upon till my face was sore, you gave me a cute cave to want to enter in and sit in till my legs grew weary. As life got busier and busier and crueler and meaner and busier and busier... you gave me something to look forward to, you showed me how good it can get. BYE THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF CRINGE LMAOAOAOOAOAO SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO WRITE AND NOT COME OFF AS A 4TH GRADER HAHAHA

@oh-my-gufking-god @i-hate-myself-for-doing-this

#bye all you greek myth obsessed people please dont attack me #this is probably SUPER inaccurate in all senses of the phrase #LMAO #HAD TO HAHAHA #WELL #YEAH #JUST GONNA LEAVE THIS HERE

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aceofsnacks · 6 months

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I did a tour of GO filming locations

It was around London, so I didn't get all of them, but the trip has been such a blast I just have to share the pics!

1. St James park: so many birds! And tourists. Which is good because the secret government agents wouldn't be able to feed so many ducks. I saw pelicans too—they were huge and pink and funny!!

2. Berkley Square (they actually didn't film anything here, but still): it's a giant construction site now. The only birds I spotted were parrots, so many of them, at least 5 nests, and loud too. No sane nightingale would ever come there, this much is true. But the song is referenced on one of the bench plaques <3

3. The Ritz / The Criterion: they both look nothing like the restaurant in the show (maybe the Criterion changed since 2019?) But both are fancy! When my rich uncle leaves me a giant inheritance and I find my 6000 year soulmate, I am so taking them out there, just you wait.

4. The Globe: this is my favourite theatre now!!!Macbeth was magnificent! And the standing tickets were so worth it: actors were down in the crowd and interacted with everyone! I got some of Macduff's blood on me! (Can't get this anywhere else :D) The Globe is closed in winter, so I'm already planning to buy tickets for next year.

5. The Bandstand and the-place-where-Gabriel-was-running: after marinating on Tumblr for so long I felt shocked seeing the word "bandstand" on a physical sign in the park. Like, put up a warning at least, my heart needs to be prepared?? The actual bandstand was at the same time smaller and bigger than I expected. Also those red bits—apparently they were there the whole time; I was imagining it black and white for some reason.

Also I met another crazy fan taking pictures of the bandstand in the rain, and I remember thinking, they have to be just as crazy as me xD

6. Tavistock square (where they switched bodies): the filming crew must have moved the benches around, because the square itself is so tiny and you can only match the scene background if you stand all the way back in the bushes. Surely there must have been a better way.

7. Crystal palace: just as I suspected, you can't see the dinosaurs from the bench because of all the trees in the way. The dinos are hilarious though, they look more like🗿and not like 🦖. In the show Warlock seems to have written a rude word on the teleosaurus info card, how dare he!

8. Tadfield (Hambleden, really): I thought, it's just two hours from London, easy day trip, in and out, what could go wrong. Cue to me stumbling over muddy fields in the dark surrounded by menacing sheep and regretting everything. The village is cute and English and has literally three streets and a post office and nothing else. And sheep.

9. Bonus round, my take on Aziraphale's bookshop xD "Seducing women? I think you've got the wrong shop!"

10. Bonus bonus round, food! (am I or am I not the ace of snacks after all?) An oyster recipe from Marcus Gavius Apicius' cookbook (Rome, 1c CE, stumbled upon it in the museum of Reading), and Eccles cakes (soooo sweet they don't calm people down but give them instant diabetes)

And that's it!! Thank you for reading all the way <3 Here is a secret snack 🍎

#Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #London #real life #good omens filming #good omens 2

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csolarstorm · 1 month

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Xerneas and Yveltal are Fungi: Let Me Explain...

Source: Bulbapedia, Wikipedia, Bulbapedia, Enchanted Nature

Xerneas and Yveltal are my favorite legendary designs. There's something weirdly alien about these bio-luminescent approximations of fauna, like they're trying to look like animals and failing. I've always thought they looked a little bit...fungal.

Xerneas and Yveltal are like batteries. They're life energy brokers; Xerneas distributes life, while Yveltal drains it. Supporting and draining life is one of the main characteristics of fungi. In fact, it's like their whole thing.

Some fungi have a mutualistic relationship with their hosts, where they actually benefit their health. And in general, fungi are essential to supporting the ecosystem. Then there's fungi that are simply parasitic.

Fungi can also go dormant, as well as their spores. Staying still is their thing, just chilling in dark places. Xerneas and Yveltal's dormant forms are especially weird, showing just how anomalous these creatures are.

Now allow me to lichen fauna to fungi.

Sources: Bulbapedia, New Forest Pics, Wikipedia, Mushroom Diary Blog

This is xylaria hypoxylon, also known as Stag's Horn fungus. (Not to be confused with Yellow Staghorn.) It reminds me a lot of the dormant form of Xerneas, or the "deactivated" form it takes in the PC.

Stag's Horn is also bio-luminscent, which means the tips of the fungus faintly glow - much like the tips of Xerneas's antlers.

Speaking of the first legendary Fairy Pokemon, mushrooms are often associated with fairies. Fairy Rings are circles of mushrooms that are connected by mycelium underneath. (I'll get into mycelium in just a second.) There are too many myths about Fairy Rings to get into here, so for now I'll just point out the Fairy Ring around Valerie's Gym in Laverre City.

Sources: Bulbapedia, Sussex Wildlife Trust, Enchanted Nature, UK Wildlife

I'm not sure whether Bulbapedia or Dr. King on Pokemon Amino first likened Yveltal to Devil's Fingers, but the similarities are uncanny. Like Yveltal emerges from its cocoon, Devil's Fingers emerge from what is called their "egg stage". I tried to find the least unsettling picture of this that I could. Enjoy...?

I mean, what kind of bird turns into a cocoon, anyway? Honestly though, fungus isn't supposed to hatch from an egg either, so this is all mixed up.

Okay, so Xerneas and Yveltal are based on different aspects of Yggdrasil. But if you were going to design Pokemon based on Yggdrasil, the World Tree that connects the universe, wouldn't you base it on fungi rather than an actual tree? Mycelium can actually partner with the roots of plants and other fungus to create a widespread beneficial mycorrhizal network, a truly interconnected ecosystem of organisms.

Source: BBC News - How Trees Secretly Talk to Each Other

And that's why Xerneas and Yveltal are fungi. Or it could be part of their inspiration, at least. They're not necessarily inspired by these specific fungi, but I think the concept may be part of their design. Either way, Gen VI is especially fun to research!

Reviewed by @fluffybunnybadass.

Check out my posts about Pokemon Legends: Z-A:

Poll: What Does the Λ in Legends Z-A Symbolize?

Pokemon Legends Z-A: What Is the Λ?

Is Z-A Just Zygarde-A? (%1000 Zygarde and the Fragments of the Tree of Life)

Aaah, it's an A! Is the A in Z-A the Tree of Life?

How much longer am I going to have to wait for a freakin' Unova remake?!

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royaleofury · 2 years

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🐻 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Welcome to this new pick a picture reading. The reading is based on a fated romantic connection that you will encounter in your present life. Furthermore, the pac will tell you more about the dynamics and the characteristics of your person. This is a collab between @royaleofury and @alaezasmystery . Follow both the creators for more contents.

The pictures go from left to right ➥

Disclaimer: This is only for entertainment purposes. Do not rely on it. And this is a general reading it will not 100% resonate with everyone, so please only take what resonates.

Pile 1

@alaezasmystery

This is beautiful energy pile 1 , your fated connection would be one where you feel at home . Your partner and you will have a spiritual as well as am emotional connection almost telepathic in a way . You would feel and will be able to anticipate your partner's needs as will they . I'm being told , before they can come into your life , you'll dream about love or relationship or a partner or even a faceless person with whom you are married to . This is crazy timing Pile 1 , but you'll be seeing signs of love and commitment everywhere , even the tree branches will have birds in pairs and this is how you'll know they are about to come into your life . I'm told for many of you , they will be your soulmates or twin flames . You and your partner will reflect each other's values , principles and morals . You will either propose or will be proposed to by them near a beach or near a water bodies . You'll know intuitively that they are the one , or before they pop the question on one knee . For others I'm getting your person could be a water sign or you are a water sign , you can have major placements either in 7th house , 8th house or 4th house . Even for ascendants or sun in water placements . This is going to be the most secure, romantic and fulfilling love of your life , Pile 1 . They will be permanent or will want to make it permanent after meeting you . I hear , they'll have only eyes for you .

Pile 2

@royaleofury

Cards I got: The World, 7 of swords and Chariot

Wohoo, I got little worried when I saw 7os but Chariot came out and hit me like a truck. Anyways, with the cards, you fated connection seems to be providing you with everything. You remember, the feeling when all that things that you manifested comes in your life and you are like how come this is possible. Well, let me tell you that it is possible, because you guys deserve this and many more. The connection will be fulfilling in itself. I am not getting that this is a twinflame or high level soulmate. But yes, this person will be your soulmate. You can expect a sudden rise in your career, health, wealth, etc. or vice versa, when this connection comes into play because the World card itself shows good fortune or good luck.

Enough of the good talks, let's do some real business, 7 of swords here gives me the feeling of someone who can be easily angered. You may feel like you are walking on eggshells, when you are with this person. Before starting the reading, I saw an image of a dog, who was like about to bite and I was hella confused but the cards clarified the meaning for me. Therefore, make sure that your person learns the tone down their anger issues for you. The relationship is healthy and fulfilling apart from that above issue that I told you. 7 of swords also indicates someone lying or cheating but that's not the case here, because I can't feel this person being like this. So you can rest assured with this thing.

Chariot indicates Libra placements and Libra rules 7th house, bro, you are getting it alll! I mean all of them! This person can be strikingly very beautiful/handsome. Someone who seems to catch your attention in one go. Chariot is a fast paced energy, therefore, I am getting that the connection is coming soon in your life, for most of you and hit you like a thunderstorm. At the same, I am getting that you all should start working on healing yourself as soon as possible and if you have already started that then do it with 2x energy, cuz , in no way, this connection is coming to you if yours and your person's energy is not balanced.

Now, while doing a reading I was lots of messages for this pile, a lot! Your person seems to run away when things get real. You know they may have commitments issues. I feel like their parents have/had quite a bitter relationship, and they don't feel like tru love or things like that exist and they don't want to go through what their parents went through. I guess thats the reason for their behaviour. You have to convince them a lot, a lot. Making them feel loved and deserved every single second and telling them that not every relationship has to be bitter. Also, I felt like the energy was messed up and chaotic for some reason. One minute , there were tons of messages, I was getting slapped by and other minute, there were none.

Pile 3

@alaezasmystery

Pile 3 your fated connection says alot about you as a partner . While many of you might feel like you tend to draw people who are damaged or who need healing the most , this is because you are a healer or a career. This means you have the innate ability to heal , love and care for people . That will influence your fated connection. Don't get me wrong , at first you won't be feeling confident , but slowly , you'll see how they change . Only YOU will be able to bring a difference or a stark contrast in their personality . If they were narcissistic before , they'll become humble , if they were shallow , you'll see depth in them . You two will bring out the vulnerability in each other . In all honesty , you two are perfect for each other. You and your fated partner represent the yin and yang energy and this balances out your relationship or partnership beautifully. If they were non committal in the past , they will be fully commit now . Only YOU can induce this trust and feelings in them . Being known to all as a player or the non - committed type , you'll have their heart . You are their wish fulfillment I hear as they are yours . Your partnership will create healthy boundaries and you'll know a love like never before . You're like their axis to their world . I hear the centre of their uninverse. This is sooooo beautiful !!!!!!

Pile 4

@royaleofury

Cards : 4 of Pentacles ( rv), King of Pentacles, The Empress( rv) and Knight of Cups(rv)

I see you or them letting go a relationship before starting a new phase or allowing each other in come in your life. For many of you, it will be you who will move out of a relationship and let go of your ex and being single again. It seems that you tried a lot to save this relationship and bring it back but the other person is just unwilling to do so. You wouldn't expect any person to slid into your life and revive those long lost butterflies again. This person is a keeper! I am telling you! They will never let you go! Not matter what others say, nothing matters to them. Why am I getting the image of someone who has never fallen hard for someone but they did for you? Like they will get all sorts of butterflies from you. It's cute, haha.

Anyways, your person will be providing you with everything you want, but more on material terms. They are more of a financially supportive person. The relationship seems to be grounded and cheating will be the last thing for both of you. You two will be supportive of each other and encouraging each other whenever one of you, have to do something new or big in their life.

I am also getting the vibes of a "sugar daddy" here! I dunno if you all are into this or not but this is just like the general vibes about this person. The next two cards, got me little worried because this person doesn't know how to share what they have been feeling for long. It's like they have the tendency to showcase only their good abilities and hiding of the weaker ones because they are afraid that you will leave them if you see that they have vulnerable side to them. They want to come off all strong and buff to you, keeping the relationship all unrealistic and fairytale like where the female/male is the ideal person. At times, they can become passive agressive because having to deal with all the things by themselves. This can lead to you having unrealistic ideals or expectations from them because you never saw them having a tough time.

Therefore, there is a heavy emphasis on letting them know what a true relationship is. It's not where you try to hide your vulnerable side but about showcasing the raw you. A relationship is one where burdens and worries are shared with each other, building a foundation of trust, which unbreakable at all costs. That's the only drawback that I am getting here.

I was getting some intuitive messages while doing reading for this pile, so decided to include this seperately. I am getting lots of dates here, like a lot. Your relationship will be filled with this. Get ready to take out lots of times for this, because there is camping, trip to nearby islands, balcony dates, lol, a lot of them. I am getting that your person will have something to do with your ex? I am getting the image of a man getting all pissed on the another person( your ex) , because of how they treated you.

Thank you so much for reading up till here. If you wish, you can leave feedback on how much the reading resonated with you or anything related to the pac

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Saul Silva x reader - storms

Can you write a story about Saul not liking the storm because it reminds him of the gunshot that killed his father and reader (his wife/girlfriend) finding out about it, please? - Anon 💜

After Saul’s home was destroyed, he had nowhere to go back to, nowhere to stay, and you couldn’t bare seeing your boyfriend not have a place to go to get away.

So you invited him to come live with you at yours.

“It’s bit small, but I can make some room for you, and Sky if he wants too.” You said.

“It’s perfectly, thank you so much darling, honestly. At the moment I think will prefer to stay at the school.” Saul said.

You nodded, setting his bag on the bedroom floor, and you gestured to a set of draws in the corner of the room.

“I cleared them for you, it gave me a good reason to finally go through all my shit.”

Saul laughed, walking over he kissed the top of your head.

“Did you you actually get rid of it?”

“Of course not, I just put it in my room at the school.” You grinned.

Saul shook his head a little, smiling at you.

While he was unpacking his things, you made your way to the attic and out the doors.

Your family built this home centuries ago, and coming from a long line of nature fairies, they wanted somewhere to look over all the trees from the little hill it was built on.

So that’s what they did.

You went out the attic doors, and up some old and probably dangerous ladders to a small watch tower where you could sit and just gaze over the forest.

It was beautiful seeing the slowly changing trees from above, the birds flying above and between them.

Sitting on the floor, you let out a small sigh as you held out your hand to a crow who was waiting for you.

“Well hello, I’m sorry I didn’t bring any food up with me.”

The crow titled it’s head a little, looking at you with beady eyes, hopping from your hand to the floor, looking around before taking flight again.

You sat up there for a few minutes, looking as the dark clouds in the distance slowly came rolling closer.

Getting up, you made your way back inside, down to the study to finish some work while you waited for Saul.

Eventually after looking around, and exploring your little home, he came wondering into the study.

“You don’t have a living room.” He said.

“Left hand side of the room, third books, fifth shelf, first book.”

Saul furrowed his brows and you smiled softly at him.

He walked over, following your instructions carefully, and he pulled the book, a small click resounding around the quiet room.

The bookshelf slid to the right, revealing your living room and he turned to you confused.

“But this section isn’t on the outside, magic?”

You pushed yourself from the desk, following him into the living room.

“Yeah, really old magic. The person who built this ages ago did it, used this room to hold all his valuables, I use it as my living room.”

“Why not bedroom or study?”

Gesturing for your boyfriend to follow you, you walked to the large window.

“Cause I enjoy the view from here, and like to watch some tv with it.”

Saul put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you could rest your head against him.

“It’s nice, honestly not what I was picturing.”

“What did you expect? A farm or something?” You laughed.

He chuckled a little.

“I suppose so, yes. But this is nice, relaxing, but how do you make it back on time everyday?”

“Oh! There’s a portal here, goes right to my office.”

He nodded his head.

“I’ll show you next week, don’t worry nobody can get through it, it’s not in the open, it’s hidden.”

“How many things do you have hidden?”

“Loads.” You grinned.

Walking in front of him, you leant forward to kiss him and dropped yourself on the sofa, laying yourself down.

“Wanna watch a film?”

“As long as it’s not some sappy one then sure.”

So that’s how you spent the rest of the day, cuddled up to Saul, watching films all day.

As evening drew by, a light rain began to fall and you were sat in bed reading while Saul was doing some work in the study.

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, and Saul wondered in, climbing in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he fell asleep.

A loud crackle of thunder woke you up, and you grumbled a little, turned over and patting the other side of the bed.

“Love..?”

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and turned on the lamp, looking around the empty room.

“Saul?”

With a small yawn, you got up, padding around each room to try and find your boyfriend, and you found him in the study, sitting in the arm chair.

Another rumble of thunder went over, and you noticed how he suddenly tensed up.

Walking over to your desk, you grabbed the headphones, and your iPad, making your way over.

You sat on the arm of the chair, giving him the iPad after connecting the headphones, then you slipped them on his head, letting him rest against your side.

You didn’t say anything, but you sat there running your fingers through his hair, manipulating thick vines to grow over the windows to block out any flashes of lightening.

You didn’t mind storms, sometimes they were relaxing to just sit there and listen to while reading or working, but you could tell he didn’t like them.

You didn’t want to leave him in his own, so you stayed there all night, falling asleep half sprawled out over his lap.

Saul had set the iPad aside, playing one of your playlists, and he was running his hand over your head, smoothing his thumb over a little scar over your forehead.

He wasn’t sure if the storm had passed or not, and he didn’t want to remove the headphones to check, so he kept them on.

When you woke up again, he was reading something on the iPad, and you removed the vines from the window to reveal the sunrise.

Reaching up, you pushed the headphones down, gaining his attention.

“Hey…” you said gently.

“Morning.”

Saul leant down, giving you a kiss and he set the iPad and headphones on the floor.

You sat up to sit on the arm of the chair but he pulled you back into his lap and you looked at him, letting him bury his face into your shoulder and you held the back of his head.

“If you don’t like storms I can make a quiet room.” You said gently.

He shook his head.

“Don’t exhaust yourself with that kind of magic it’s fine… I’ve never liked them…”

“It’s alright..”

You rested your head on his, and you felt his tears hitting your skin.

“Talk to me love, I’m here for you.”

He took a small breath.

Then he began to explain what had happened with his father, the gunshot, and everything after.

It all made sense now.

And you held him tightly in your arms as he tried to keep his composure.

You didn’t have the words to comfort him, so you said nothing, you simply just held him, and for Saul that was better than someone talking to him.

Just you holding him was enough to comfort him, because it reminded him that he wasn’t alone

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga imagine #Saul silva #Saul silva x reader #Saul silva x you #Saul silva imagine

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partrin · 4 months

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rinharu headcanon incoming!!!!!!

(i have too many thoughts about these two and would like to share them with people who might appreciate them):

whenever i see photos/official illustrations like this of rin, i can't help but to think he's one of those good-looking, naturally charismatic people who also happen to be very photogenic and self-aware, i.e. they know their best angles and by god they will make sure EVERYBODY knows their best angles when it comes to selfies, group photos, the likes.

by contrast, haru is awkward when it comes to having his photo taken. and by awkward, i mean all he can offer most times is his soul-searching stare. if he's feeling generous, maybe a slight tilt of the head and the barest hint of a smile (like it physically pains him to curve his lips more than a metal ruler). an awkward peace sign, if he's feeling extra generous (he is me. he is us. he represents a lot of us that can't pose for shit in pictures).

BEAR WITH ME.

these two clowns somehow end up taking on the world stage together, which can only mean they travel a lot together following the end of the franchise, right? we know rin is the type to take pictures of the places he visits, whether to send them to his loved ones back home or mail postcards or update his SNS. but haru, haru is canonically illiterate when it comes to technology. sure, he's an artist - he sees things with the keen eye only a person who can appreciate beauty (squints eyes at rei) might have, and he might take photos of sceneries that he finds breathtaking (waterfalls, fountains etc.)

but he is almost never the one to initiate taking photos of people. or of himself. or of him with people.

so i imagine a lot of haru and rin's travels going like this (read it like you're listening to an audio CD):

rin: nice, isn't it? the canal. they call this the grand canal - venice's main waterway.

haru: [stares into the distance] ah.

rin: do you want me to take a picture?

haru: of what?

rin: the rubbish bin. of you, you idiot! what else?!

haru: ...oh. [fidgets in place because the clown doesn't know what to say]

rin: would be nice if you could send makoto a picture without him asking for a change, wouldn't it? c'mon. i'll take it for you.

haru: [hesitates. makes some weird low disgruntled noise of disapproval. considers picking an argument with rin - wants to insist that he does do things on his own accord without makoto having to ask, but alas -] ...fine.

rin: okay, good. go stand in front of the parapet.

(silence. a bicycle whisks by. birds chirp in the distance. rin watches as haru moves towards the parapet and stands in the center like a rigid coconut tree. he rolls his eyes)

rin: can you at least look like you want your picture taken?

haru: [grumbles] it was your idea.

rin: i know but can't you - [pinches nose] fine, fine. it was my idea. just... pose or something, at least!

haru: i am posing.

rin: no, you're just standing there.

haru: then what am i supposed to do?!

rin: tch, i swear to god - okay, how 'bout this. turn your head a little to the side.

haru: [awkwardly looks to the extreme right] like this?

rin: no, that's too much! just a little. a forty-five degree angle. show your side profile - that's your best angle. your jaw looks sharper from the left than it does from the right.

haru: like this?

rin: yes! yes. okay, now, do you know what's mewing?

haru: i... what.

rin: mewing. it's when you flatten your tongue against the roof of your mouth. realigns your teeth and helps define your jaw. try it.

haru, exasperated: rin, i don't know if-

rin: JUST TRY IT.

haru: fine, fine. [attempts to follow through] is this good?

rin: yes. god, yes. okay, now do something with your hands. don't just leave them hanging next to your body like wet socks. do something with them. look natural.

haru: [awkwardly slides hands into pockets]

rin: tch, boring. do something else!

haru: but you said-

rin: haru.

haru: [narrows brows] fine. [folds arms]

rin: okay, that's- [starts snapping pics] that's good! keep doing it! look left. okay, now look above my shoulder. don't look directly into the camera. okay, now look at the floor, but like, at a forty-degree angle. look like i just casually took a candid photo of you unaware. run your fingers through your hair. good. okay, now smile. SMILE MORE. haru, that is NOT a smile. smile! yes, like that! okay good. alright! come over.

haru: what?

rin, shit-eating grin on full display: see? the pictures look so much better when you put some effort into looking like you don't want to die having your pics taken. i managed to make you look handsome.

haru: [brow twitches] i am handsome, no thanks to you.

rin: yeah, yeah, whatever. damn. i should consider becoming a photographer if the swimming thing doesn't work out.

haru: yeah, if your clients don't mind having an insufferable asshole as a photographer then sure, why not?

rin: why, you little shi-

THE END.

aka i typed an entire script just to conclude that rin would probably make an amazing instagram boyfriend. (or just boyfriend. for haru. um. yeah that's it)

#free!#rinharu #headcanon #someone take my phone away from me

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venerablemonk27 · 11 months

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I've been spending a good deal of time outside, what with spring migration going on in Wisconsin. Some of this is simply sitting in my back yard and staring up at the trees, watching for bird shapes. But we also carved out a weekend to attend the Horicon Marsh Bird Festival. I really ought to do a longer post on the great things we saw there, but this one is about Barn Swallows.

[ID: A Barn Swallow sits on the edge of a steel roof. They have a dark blue head and wings, buffy yellow underparts, and orange on the face, throat, and a narrow fringe along the top of the breast. The Swallow is looking off to the right with one large dark eye showing. They have a little mud caked on their bill, with more flecks on their chin and head. End ID]

This individual is one of many that have recently arrived at Horicon Marsh and were building nests around the visitor's center. They build their nests by scooping up small bits of mud in their beaks and sticking it to a wall, the underside of a dock, and yes, even a barn. You can tell these two have been working on their nests because of the messes on their faces.

[ID: Two Barn Swallows rest on the edge of a steel roof. They are spaced just a few inches apart, both looking off to the right. End ID]

I wanted to share this series for a couple reasons. First, I was terribly charmed by the sight of a couple Swallows sitting just a few feet from the main entrance of the Visitor's Center, with no concern for the people walking in and out of the building right past them. They probably flew thousands of miles to get to this spot, and now they're spending all day flying literal teaspoons of mud back and forth to build a temporary home for their kids. Second, I knew I could get some really nice portraits with such a close encounter.

[ID: A portrait of a Barn Swallow, one of the same two pictured above. At this close distance, it's possible to pick out the individual feathers on the Swallow's face, specks of mud on their bill, and the reflection of the clouds and the horizon in their eye. End ID]

I'm sure they're tired from all the hard work. They seemed completely unbothered by us standing so close, but also not terribly interested in the traffic on the sidewalk.

[ID: A Barn Swallow looks over at the camera. Their bill turns down slightly at the corners, making for the appears of a small frown. End ID]

This one did glance in my direction long enough to capture an expression that reads to me like mild disinterest. But then they went right back to staring out at the parking lot, not really making any noise or even appearing to communicate with one another. I'd like to think they enjoy sharing a moment of quiet contemplation with a friend.

#birding #bird photography #bird #birds #birdblr #birdlife #birdwatching #photography #close encounter #original photography #swallow #barn swallow #rest #bird friends #if you look very close you can just make out my reflection in their eyes

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insoliver · 5 months

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“Thank you so much, I love it!” Seungmin said opening his birthday present from you, springing off the ground to engulf you in the tightest hug you could bear. “I’m glad you like it minnie” you replied, a smile creeping up on your face. That was the day you gave your best friend his first professional camera, something he’s been wanting since third grade, on his 14th birthday.

Present time

“Minnie. I swear if you take one more photo of me with that stupid camera, I’m gonna throw the burger I’m trying to enjoy right in your face” you said with annoyance in your tone. “Hey! You’re the one who bought it for me, remember?” Seungmin said covering his camera like a mother bird shelters her babies. “Yeah! and I’m about to use that three year warranty before it runs out!” . You exclaimed “To bad, it’s runs out tommorow~” He mocked back with that annoying smirk. Right, the three year warranty ran out on Seungmins birthday tomorrow. “Oh Yeah? I still have today so put that camera down and eat the food I payed for before you are forced to eat a cold grilled cheese.”

On the way home from the burger joint Seungmin suggested you two should to go to the park for some sunset pictures. You agreed because you had nothing better to do. “Look, the sky is turning purple, it’s a mix of purple and blue.” you pointed out. “You’re right!” *snap* Seungmin shot a picture of the late sunset. He then tilts the camera towards you showing you the picture he had just taken. admiring the picture he just taken, you asked “Why don’t you take more pictures like that instead of just using all your storage on stupid off guard pictures of me” he smiled at that, “I actually have some good pictures of you too on here” he said reassuringly.

You had both made it to the park and sat on the little bench on the side of the playground. Nobody was there but you two because of how late it was, nobody let their kids out this late now. “You do?” , you asked, replying to his statement from a second ago. “Yeah, look!” Seungmin replied while powering on his camera, opening the file that was named under (your name)” He handed you the camera showing you how to scroll through the photos, “The right arrow button is how you scroll” He said calmly, almost like a sweet gradeschool teacher. “Thank you but I’m not an idiot, I know how to use a damn camera” “Just making sure” he said defendingly with a smile. You started scrolling through the pictures he took while you guys were hanging out together and you noticed he took so many of these without you knowing.

Pictures of you by the soft pink Sakura tree from when you and his family visited Japan together, then a picture of you feeding the ducks in the lake by his grandparents house, and another one in the Daisy Fields that your biology class took a field trip on. You remember that day so clearly because it’s when you and Seungmin learned about his insane allergies to pollen. You kept on scrolling through the pictures of yourself, admiring how someone could capture such unreal pictures of you. You knew he had a good nick when it came to photography, but when it came to the pictures of you he seemed to take magazine cover worthy pictures. You wanted to return the favor so you told him to pose, you then snapped a picture, “Minnie take your mask all the way of your face, you look like an idiot” “Heyy” he replied back taking of the mask offensively. You then snapped a picture of him, smiling. You blushed at the near sight of the photo. How could someone’s smile be so pretty~ “You have a cute smile Mr Mong Mong” “You know I don’t like it, you don’t have to say it to make me feel better and stop calling me Mr Mong Mong I’m not five anymore.” he retorted. Smiling you replied “No seriously, I really love your smile Seungmin. I don’t know why the thought of you smiling makes you feel upset, but it really suits you, just admit you have a perfect smile.” he smiled and replied with a soft “Thank you, the braces, sort of ruin it, though” “No they make you look cuter.” Both of you giggled at the same time while you handed him his camera back. “How are you able to make me look so magazine worthy with one click?” You said with a small snicker coming out of you “What do you mean?” Seungmin asked back. Before you could ask again, he had the answer to your question. “You always look like that, that’s why I enjoy taking pictures of you” you looked at him with a wierd look, “You’re funny dude” you laughed, but it would turn more into an awkward laugh when you realized he was dead serious. “Oh, you meant it” you whispered. “Thank you Minnie that means a lot.” “No need to thank me it’s just the truth”

You guys sat in a comfortable silence, the once purple and blue sky was now a deep midnight loom. With stars starting to speckle around the blank canvas of a sky. You felt like crying, Seungmin had always been so kind. From helping you with boy trouble, to always reassuring you about your self image. He was such a wonderful friend.

You looked up into the sky, you love the stars and the solar system in general. You could rant on and on about it, and Seungmin was always there to listen and ask questions. You knew his main interest wasn’t the solar system, but he always made you feel that way. You really liked him and secretly loved when he took those stupid pictures of you, there was just so much to admire about him. His adorable braces, His soft lush hair, His chocolate glazed eyes, his soft smile, and the way he treated you and others. That’s what made your heart melt like chocolate in heat every single time.

Your eyes shifted too the stars, they reminded you of him because they are the prettiest thing in your heart and so was he. *snap* you were taken out of your daze when you heard the click of a camera and a short giggle. “You’re so pretty underneath the stars” “I still have time you return that damn thing” “yeah sure” you both turned twords eachother, pausing your stargazing moment and laughed. His lips were prettier than usual, and his eyes were looking right into you. He leaned into you slowly. Soon, both of your eyes were closed and your hands were tangled in his luscious hair. Tongues gliding amongst one another, lips inseparable. With his hand placed on the back of your neck while the other one was keeping his camera out-of-the-way.

The moment ended sooner than it started though, but the aftermath wasn’t awkward, It was comforting. You had just stolen each others first kisses. You guys just sat there, carefull not to break the comforting silence and the soft panting of each others breaths. But silence was soon broken, “Thank you” Seungmin said breathless. “For what?” You questioned. “My camera, I would’ve never been so in love without it”

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #kim seungmin #kim seungmin fluff #seungmin #seungmin fluff #fluff #skz #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz seungmin #skz scenarios #Spotify

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velidewrites · 1 year

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Summary: When 19-year old Feyre Archeron voluntarily takes her sister's place in the Hunger Games, she expects nothing but her imminent demise. But Feyre is a survivor, and as she is thrown into a battle between life and death, she discovers there are things worth fighting for.

Pairing: Feysand

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, graphic depictions of blood and gore, Feyre being sexy and unhinged, wait a second is that Rhysand? Is he also sexy and unhinged? AKA Feysand (literally) slaying the game

Read: Chapter II || Chapter III || Fic Masterlist || AO3

Chapter I: May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favour

From the Treaty of the Treason:

In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and female between the ages of 12 and 21 at a public “Reaping.”

These Tributes shall be delivered to the custody of The Capitol, and then transferred to a public arena where they will fight to the death until a lone victor remains.

Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games.

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The sun rose over the forest, waking up her prey.

Most of them had not yet shaken off winter’s cold embrace, buried safely underground in a deep slumber. But it was spring now—still in its early days, perhaps, though like many others in District 12, Feyre Archeron had exhausted her patience.

She was ready to hunt.

The morning frost covered the ground beneath her feet as she looked for animal prints. She’d take anything, at this point—the past few months had been colder than expected, and their icy breeze seemed to have permanently settled in the pit of her stomach, growling occasionally to remind her of its presence. As if she hadn’t already known. Hunger, these days, felt like the most stable companion she’d had in years.

A bush rattled somewhere, cutting through the silence, and Feyre’s grip on her bow tightened.

With her mind cursing the loud, heavy boots she’d chosen for the hunt—the only pair she owned apart from her slippers, really—she made way towards the sound, each step careful not to alert her prey. She’d done that too many times, stepping on a dried out branch like a fool, moments before firing the fatal shot. She couldn’t afford to do that again.

The bush rattled again, and Feyre reached for an arrow.

Please, please be a deer.

Another rattle. Feyre took another step, her heart pounding in her chest.

A deer would be good. More than good, actually—a catch like this would feed her and her family for a week, if not more. She could almost picture the look on Elain’s face as she placed its carcass on the kitchen table. Her sister could use some good news after the winter they’d had, and especially on a day like this.

Feyre shook her head, forcing her mind back into focus.

Two winters ago, she’d caught a wolf. It had been the best day of her life. Her family didn’t know hunger for three weeks, and Elain had sewn her a flimsy fur coat. Even Nesta had smiled a little bit.

I take back my wish, Feyre thought. Can you be a wolf instead?

The bush rattled for the final time, and, with a loud gurgle, her victim made its final step into the light.

“Oh, please,” Feyre groaned out loud, and fired the arrow straight through the turkey’s heart.

Served her right for setting her hopes so high. A wolf. How ridiculous, she thought, kneeling by the dead bird to pull the arrow out. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Feyre murmured. “At least you’re fat. Thanks for that, I guess.”

“You are disturbingly good at that,” a familiar voice said behind her.

Feyre shot up to her feet, whipping her head to its source. “Shit,” she swore, placing a hand on her racing heart. “You scared me!”

Arms crossed as he leaned against a tree, Isaac offered her a coy smile. “Sorry,” he said, his shaggy brown curls shimmering in the sun as he angled his head in wonder. “Who’s this little guy?”

Feyre raised the bird in front of her, making the show of displaying it in its full might. “That,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips, “is my dinner.”

“Ah,” Isaac said. “Not a great way to start off the day. For him, I mean.”

Feyre shrugged, pulling the arrow out of the squelching flesh. “We all have to survive somehow.”

Something flashed in Isaac’s eyes as he took in her words. “Yes,” he said, his expression dimming. “I know.”

Feyre bit on her lip, her head dipping to the bloodied arrow in her hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…”

“Relax, Feyre,” he said, taking a step in her direction. “I just came to watch you hunt.”

Shoving the turkey into her hunting bag, Feyre grimaced. “I’m afraid you’re in for a huge disappointment.”

“Still nothing, huh?”

“Just this pathetic little guy,” she said, patting the brown leather, then frowned. “I probably shouldn’t say that minutes after killing him.”

Isaac stared at her for a moment, then at the bag, its worn-out fabric already staining red. “He’s no less pathetic than the rest of us,” he finally said.

“What do you mean?” Feyre asked.

But Isaac had already turned away, his gaze focused on a point high up in the trees, where another bird chirped a sad melody.

“Mockingjay,” Isaac hummed, those absent eyes closing in content.

Pain stung at her chest as she watched him, so close within her reach, and yet so far away. She had barely known him before he returned from the Capitol two years ago, but she did remember him as the kind baker’s son who had always used to smile.

Now, Isaac only smiled when his mind escaped to a better place.

Sometimes, Feyre wished he would take her there with him—somewhere where she wouldn’t have to worry about the cold, the hunger, the looming realisation that this wretched reality would never change. Perhaps that was why she felt so drawn to him—in a world of pain and uncertainty, Isaac was a brief escape to peace.

“Do you know what day it is, Feyre?” his voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She assumed he’d dismissed her presence by now.

She answered him anyway.

“The Reaping.”

Isaac nodded. “The Capitol’s hunt.”

Feyre’s brows knotted in confusion. “I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at.”

At last, Isaac turned to her with a sigh. “How different, do you think, are we from your turkey?” He gestured to the bag at her side. “We, too, live out our lives in fear, our only hope to escape those who prey upon us.” Isaac shrugged. “The answer, Feyre, is: you and that turkey? You’re one and the same. The Capitol’s forest is only a little larger.”

A shiver went down her spine at the words, spoken behind the border yet dangerous nonetheless. They wouldn’t—couldn’t—hurt Isaac, not anymore, but her? She was fair game, and Isaac’s reflections were treason.

He must have realised this, and he flinched visibly, as if shaking off some haze. “I think I should go,” Isaac said, turning to her again with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

Ignoring the cold filling her veins, Feyre nodded. “I’ll walk you home.”

They walked through the forest, neither of them saying a word, even the mockingjays having seemingly decided to stay behind. Feyre couldn’t blame them. In Panem, not even birds were safe.

Especially not in District Twelve. Frankly, Feyre was surprised birds as beautiful as the mockingjay had still bothered to visit the place. Only ravens and magpies seemed to remain now, pests, as Nesta liked to call them, though Feyre had never agreed. They were drawn to jewels—to anything that glinted, really—scouting for any sparkle in the ground they could find. As if the stars they’d flown with in the night had not been enough. Feyre envied them, if anything. She used to dream of touching the stars, too.

Even the jewels were out of her reach, so far out, in fact, that she counted herself lucky if she managed to get her hands on coal. Coal, minerals—for the longest time, they had been her district’s export. The mines hid wonders of immeasurable beauty and infinite riches, her father used to tell her. Immeasurable beauty and infinite riches—it was no wonder the Capitol would put its hands all over them as soon as they’d see the light of day.

Isaac used to work at the mines, just like her father had. He never had to—his own father’s bakery had been doing a good enough job to sustain the family over the winter—but he volunteered. Feyre didn’t know the whole story, but according to Elain, Isaac had taken an old man’s place, too sick to answer the Capitol’s call to labour. And so, at seventeen, her friend had gone into the mines to become “his District’s pride.”

He had only stayed there two years, of course. Feyre remembered that day as clear as yesterday.

It had been the first time she’d been allowed to watch the Hunger Games. In what Nesta had called a foolish, ridiculous effort to spare them from the world’s cruelty, their father would send them to bed early, every night from the day the Games began to the day they ended. Nesta and Elain would always sneak out, watching the screen in horror from where Father could not see. Feyre had stayed, and would continue to do so until he died.

She was seventeen, and Nesta has hardly shared Father’s sentiment. It’s my last year, she’d said. If they choose me, at least I’ll have some comfort in knowing my sister are watching until the very end.

But they had not chosen Nesta, a girl called Clare Beddor taking the female Tribute’s title. She’d died almost immediately.

The last time Feyre had seen Clare—in real life, not getting butchered on the small screen at her kitchen counter—was when she stood in front of the District’s Hall of Justice, tears streaming down her face as she shook the hand of the male Tribute beside her.

Isaac Hale had not cried that day.

He never cried after his return, either, though he was never quite the same. The Capitol hadn’t let him mentor last year, and from the rumours, he wouldn’t mentor in this edition, either. He’s getting a well-deserved rest, the news would say. He’s gone mad, the locals would whisper. But Feyre knew they were all wrong.

Isaac was simply…broken.

“Mind your head,” he told her gently as they leaned under the electric fence.

She’d have to turn right to head home, but Feyre had promised to walk him back to the Victors’ Village, and she fully intended on keeping that promise.

She’d never been into his house. He told here there were cameras.

The noise grew louder, and soon enough, they reached the black market, its merchants shouting over each other, each of them claiming to have the freshest, most affordable produce from Eleven. Feyre avoided them all like the plague, unless she herself had something to trade. It had been far more enjoyable to look at their stock knowing she could do more than simply look.

“Does my eye deceive me?” A raspy laugh reached them. “Feyre Archeron, back from the hunt!”

She turned to the old man with a polite smile. “I’ve got nothing for you today, Andras.”

His one, yellow eye narrowed. “And Isaac Hale, back from the dead.”

Beside her, Isaac paled.

Feyre gripped the sleeve of his tunic, nudging him forward. “I’ll come on a better day,” she offered. The man only shrugged.

Isaac stopped her at the end of the street. “I can make my way from here.”

Her brows furrowed. “It’s okay, I can…”

He placed a hand on her arm. “Feyre. Go home, eat your turkey. I’ll be okay.”

Her hand covered his own, and she did her best to keep herself intact. “We could run away, you know.” She swallowed hard. “We could get away with it, you and I.”

For the first time, Isaac truly and openly smiled. “I’ll see you at the Reaping, Feyre.”

***

The smell of blood and carcass filled the house as soon as Feyre stepped foot inside.

Living on the outskirts of the District borders was a blessing, really. Feyre couldn’t imagine having to sneak past the centre’s Peacekeepers with a bow in hand and arrows on her back—not if she wanted to make it out alive, or with fifteen lashes taking her quiver’s place at the very least.

She had already learned her lesson once, though, with five long scars creasing her back if she ever dared forget it. She wouldn’t—that one time was enough to make her cautious. On busier days, she’d leave her hunting gear in the small hollow of the oak tree five minutes north of the electric fence. If any of the Peacekeepers confiscated her bow, it would be over. She could sell everything she owned, and she still most likely wouldn’t have been able to afford one. Bows, after all, were illegal to civilians, and the black market prices had been absurd these days.

And so, the only thing carried by Feyre today was the dead, bloodied turkey, her bag heavy with its stench. It was worse than she thought, it seemed, judging by the sickly green hue of Elain’s skin as she handed her the bird.

“Feyre,” her name came with a sigh of relief. “You’re home early.”

“Still nothing?” Nesta cut in, rising from the chair at the kitchen table.

Feyre’s lips formed a thin line. “This was the best I could do.”

Silence fell over the room, filled only by the distant sounds of scratchy caws—ravens, Feyre realised, picking whatever lunch they could find off the streets.

Elain, thankfully, was the one to break it. “I laid out some clean clothes for you on the bed.” The one bed they all shared all winter, keeping each other warm. “So that you can look nice at the…later today.”

Elain wiped her hands on the apron nervously, trying to mask the way they shook as she almost said the word that made her skin crawl and the blood drain from her face. The Reaping.

Her throat tight, Feyre forced her eyes back to her sister’s face. “Thank you.”

Elain nodded, still trembling slightly as she placed the turkey on the red-stained cutting board. Feyre’s heart clenched at the sight, her own dread forgotten in light of Elain’s, who’d been enduring this for far too long. Who, year after year, had watched her neighbours, her friends, leave and never return. Slaughtered on a tiny screen the Capitol had forced into their house, their anguished screams the only goodbye they could offer. Elain, for whom this Reaping could only mean one thing—death or freedom, a permanent release from Panem’s blood debt.

At twenty-one, this year marked the last time Elain could be drafted as District Twelve’s female tribute. It also marked her name being added to the pool for the tenth time. Tenth.

They all knew what it meant.

“You’re not going to be chosen,” Feyre said, her voice cutting through the dismal silence. “There are so many people your age in our District. They’re going to draw someone else’s name, and you’re going to go about your day like you do each year,” she dragged the words out, her eyes never leaving her sister’s. She could only hope they carried as much confidence as her tone did. “And then, you’ll finally be free. Like Nesta,” Feyre looked to her eldest sister, who nodded in affirmation. “And like so many others in Twelve. Okay?”

Elain loosed a shaky breath. “Okay,” she said, and took Feyre’s hands in hers. “We both will. You only have two years left, and then everything is going to be fine. Better.”

It was true—she did have two years left, but it seemed as though each year, there were less and less of District Twelve’s kids left. At the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, her name would be in the pool eight times.

Nesta’s name had never been drawn, and neither would Elain’s. Perhaps fate would be merciful to the Archeron sisters—perhaps it would see the life they led each day and decide it was punishment enough.

Feyre squeezed her sister’s hands back, forcing a smile onto her lips. “Of course.”

At last, her sister smiled, then let go, her hands moving to smooth out her apron yet again. “I’ll draw you a bath. You stink, you know.”

Feyre laughed at that. “I know.”

With a small shake of her head, Elain disappeared into the adjacent room, the door clicking lightly behind her.

“They probably wouldn’t mind seeing you with blood on your hands,” Nesta’s voice sounded behind her. “It’s how they like us best.”

Feyre turned to meet the icy blue of her stare. “A little help would have been appreciated.”

Nesta waved a hand. “You and I both know she won’t stop fidgeting until it’s all over.”

With a sigh, Feyre dropped to the wooden seat, her forehead resting against the roughened table’s surface. A wave of tiredness crashed into her all of a sudden, washing over every aching limb until she wanted nothing but to fall asleep right where she was sat. “I suppose you’re right.”

A loud creak of the chair moving beside her signalled Nesta taking her seat.

“Was there truly nothing in the woods?” her sister finally asked.

That woke Feyre right back up. “You think I lied before?”

“Of course not,” Nesta said calmly, crossing her arms on the table. “I just think you should take a break for a day or two. You might even find more of those birds if you’re well-rested.”

Teeth digging into the inside of her cheek, Feyre accused, “You’re making fun of me.”

“I really am not,” Nesta sighed, two slender fingers moving to rub her temple. “But Feyre, this turkey you caught will last us three days at best. What then?”

Anger began to boil in the pit of her stomach, rising steadily with each word. “Nesta, I already told you I’m doing the best I can.”

Another sigh. “I know, Feyre, I only mean that…”

“If you’re so dissatisfied with my hunting, maybe you should try it out yourself.”

Nesta straightened in her seat. “That is not what I meant.”

Her hands curled into fists. “No, I think that’s precisely what you meant.” She met Nesta’s gaze and her eyes narrowed. “Winter or not, I hunt every single day. What do you do to help us survive?”

Flames rose in Nesta's cold, hardened stare, her jaw clenching tight as she measured Feyre’s form beside her. “You have no idea,” she said, her tone practically seething, “You have no idea what I’ve done to help this family. What I’ve been doing ever since Father gave up on us, then died like the coward he was. What I’ll continue to do,” she added, her voice breaking slightly, “until both you and Elain no longer need me.”

Feyre opened her mouth, but it was Elain’s words that sounded beside her. “We’ll always need you, Nesta.”

Feyre turned to face her, and Elain reached for both her sisters’ hands, her doe-like eyes shining with concern. “We’ll always need each other.”

Neither of them said anything, and Elain released them with a sigh. “Your bath is ready, Feyre.”

Feyre rose from the table, stepping towards the bathroom before turning to face Nesta one last time. “Will you skin the turkey while I’m gone?”

With a small nod, Nesta stood as well. “Of course."

***

Elain had chosen a pretty dress, long and made of blue linen, though Feyre still thought she looked ridiculous. It didn’t help that her sister decided a braid would be most suitable for such an outfit, golden-brown and thrown over the side of Feyre’s shoulder. She wouldn’t be surprised if she got thrown in with the fourteen year olds.

When the alarm sounded, all thoughts of the dress and her hair evaporated from Feyre’s head.

“It’s time,” Nesta told them, already at the door.

Feyre took Elain’s hand and squeezed it once. Her sister did not answer.

They walked with the crowd, large and beige and never-ending. At least the spring breeze accompanied them, and, not for the first time in her life, Feyre was grateful Twelve rarely suffered a scorching sun.

Families moved slowly around them, an aura of whispers and murmurs hanging in the air as parents assured their kids that it would all turn out okay. Feyre had never wanted nothing more than to believe them.

“Feyre,” Elain said quietly, her jaw tight enough for Feyre to notice how hard she fought to keep it from trembling.

She squeezed her hand once more. “I’ll tell you what, Elain,” she said. “When we get back, we’ll each have another, small serving of the turkey. Okay?” she asked, and Elain nodded. “Good. It will give you something to look forward to. For the entirety of this Reaping, I want you to think of nothing but how good the food is going to be.”

“It was really nice,” Elain admitted.

Feyre smiled. “Exactly.”

“Peacekeepers,” Nesta warned beside them. They were getting close, the massive sign in the distance signalling they have reached the Hall of Justice.

“Wait, Nesta—” Elain began.

Nesta looked firmly into her eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Do not make a scene.”

With a hard swallow, Elain nodded.

And with that, Nesta moved aside to join the audience of grieving parents, siblings and friends.

“Elain,” Feyre told her one last time. “It’s going to be okay. Just breathe.”

Elain exclaimed in shock as a white-dressed, masked man grabbed her arm, pulling them apart. She thrashed for only a second before realising she was being held by a Peacekeeper.

“Registration,” the man barked.

Elain nodded frantically, and Feyre dared one last look at her sister before joining her queue.

Moments later, she was greeted by a stern-looking woman whose expression reminded her of Nesta.

“Name.”

“Feyre Archeron,” she breathed.

It would be okay. She’d done this millions of times.

Without another word, the woman reached for her hand, pulling it toward her violently before pricking her finger to draw blood. Feyre hissed as she pressed the fresh cut to a piece of paper, right beneath an awfully bad photo of her, dark circles under her eyes and her cheeks more hollow than the deepest of Twelve’s mines.

Some things never change, Feyre thought bitterly.

With that, she joined her sector, taking her place somewhere in the middle—close enough to see the large, white screen set beside the stage, but far enough to not be able to make out the faces of the Hall’s officials, standing straight and dressed in grey.

The queues behind her shortened within minutes, and when the last child took their place in the audience, the screen lit up without warning.

“War,” a voice rumbled over the crowds, old and wise and with a hint of grandfatherly authority that she’d gotten to know so well over the years. “Terrible war.

“Such a vile, cruel act,” President Hybern’s words continued to sound over the speakers, with images of smoke and fire flaring up the screen one by one. “An act that pushed our country into its greatest trial.”

Another bomb set off with an amplified thud.

“Seventy-four years ago, the thirteen Districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them. Their malevolence spreading nothing but hate and destruction over Panem.” Now, the screen showed the Districts—Seven and Ten, from what little Feyre could make out—with their Halls of Justice on fire, their buildings nothing more than gravel on the streets. Another image showed a woman holding a small child, crying out in agony over its lifeless body. “Widows, orphans, a motherless child. This,” the President emphasised over a clip of children weeping, “was the uprising that rocked our land until nothing remained.”

A girl standing beside Feyre sucked in a breath.

“And then came the peace,” the President’s voice was now calm, serene, as the screen displayed Eleven’s wheat fields, floating atop the wind’s gentle breeze. “A Capitol rose up from the ashes and created a new era of prosperity. Of love. Of family.” A child ran up to their mother, launching into her arms, both of them laughing in happiness.

“But peace comes at a cost,” Hybern warned. “Together as a nation, we swore we would never know such destruction again. Would never know such treason again.”

Feyre almost rolled her eyes, bracing herself for what was coming.

“And so it was decreed,” President Hybern announced proudly, “that each year, the Districts of Panem would offer up in tribute one young man and woman, to fight to the death in a pageant of honour, courage and sacrifice.” A young man on the screen stood on a podium topless, his muscles glistening in the sun, as he threw up his hands in victory. “The lone victor,” the President continued, “bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of the Capitol’s generosity and forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future. This is how we stand together. As a family, as a nation. As Panem.”

With that, the video cut off.

Feyre had never heard the District’s centre be so silent.

And then, the door flung open, and a woman stepped in, her hands joined in a loud applause.

“Wasn’t this just beautiful?” she asked into the microphone at the stage’s centre, her voice dripping with syrup.

Feyre hadn’t seen her before—the Capitol must’ve sent someone new.

She was beautiful, to be sure—everyone in the Capitol was, or so the Districts were told, at least. Her face was covered with a thick layer of foundation so white she would have merged into the Hall’s wall behind her had it not been for her hair—crimson red, and long, falling in waves to her back and crowned with large black flowers Feyre had never seen in her life.

Feyre could just barely make out her face—nothing special, she decided. Dark eyes, straight nose. Pretty, she supposed, though she might have not been the best person to consult on such matters. Coal, on the other hand…

She didn’t even realise she’d snorted at her inner dialogue until the girl beside her elbowed her straight in the guts. She muttered a low “Ow!” before the girl’s glare told her all she needed to know.

Diverting her attention back to the crimson woman, Feyre listened again. “Now,” she crooned. “The time has come for us to select our courageous Tributes!” she clapped her hands again, and Feyre thought she had never seen a more idiotic spectacle in her life.

The woman winked, red-painted lips twisting in a smile. “If you were paying attention to the lovely video, you know we’re going to choose one lovely man and woman for the absolute honour of representing District Twelve!”

For a woman like her, Feyre supposed, everything must have been lovely. Even the imminent deaths of the two children she was about to hand-pick from her ridiculous crystal bowl.

“As always,” she winked again. “Ladies first.”

With a loud click of her heels on the wooden stage, she made way towards the bowl on Feyre’s right, a perfectly manicured hand dipping inside.

Feyre’s heard stopped. This was the time.

A few more seconds, and it will all be over.

Breathe.

Elain, I’ll let you have my extra serving, she swore in her head. Just let it all be over.

In the few seconds that seemed like an eternity, Feyre wondered if the bowl was made from real crystal, and if yes, if it had been her father’s dead hands that mined it.

And then, the crimson woman pulled out two cards.

She weighed them down in each hand, making a show of choosing before settling on the card on her left, the right card dropping back into the bowl.

Torturously slowly, she stepped back to the microphone and opened the card, her delighted smile now clear on the screen at the stage.

“The female tribute from District Twelve is…” She looked to the crowd, her eyebrows rising in feigned suspense. “Elain Archeron.”

No.

No no no no no no

“Elain Archeron?”

Please.

The ringing in her head was deafening.

“Where is the lovely Elain?”

Please.

Someone pushed Elain out of the crowd, her usually beautiful face now white as death.

Feyre’s whole body burned as she watched Elain move toward the stage on shaky legs.

“There you are! Oh, you’re gorgeous!” the crimson woman praised. “Come closer, dear, let us all have a look at you!”

A Peacekeeper pushed her closer, and Elain stumbled over a step.

Not Elain.

It couldn’t have been Elain.

It shouldn’t have been Elain.

No.

“No,” Feyre said out loud, her legs moving on their own accord. “No!” She shouted, pushing her way out of the crowd. “ELAIN!”

Elain’s head whipped back, and those doe eyes have never held such fear.

Two Peacekeepers reached her in seconds, holding Feyre back and into the crowd again. “No! LET ME GO!” Feyre trashed, kicking one of them in the shin.

She forced herself free.

“I VOLUNTEER!” Feyre shrieked with a strength her lungs had never known before.

Her entire body stilled, as if she’d surprised it just as much as the crowd around her.

“I volunteer as Tribute.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

“My, my!” the presenter wondered. “I believe we have a volunteer!”

The crowd began to murmur.

“Come on up, my dear.”

It had only been by Feyre’s sheer will that her feet carried her forward. She didn’t stop until she reached Elain, still frozen in place.

“Feyre,” Elain breathed, tears falling freely down her face.

“It’s okay,” Feyre whispered. “You’re okay.”

She didn’t know how she managed her way through the stairs and onto the stage, but within the next few moments, Feyre stood beside the crimson woman, her appearance even more ghastly up close.

“What is your name, my dear?” she asked.

Feyre looked over the crowd, her head still spinning.

Someone subtly cleared their throat beside her.

“What?” she turned toward the sound.

“I asked about your name, dear.”

“Feyre,” her voice was hoarse, and she swallowed hard. “Feyre Archeron.”

“Ah,” the woman acknowledged with a motherly nod. “And am I right in assuming that was your sister whose place you have just taken?”

Feyre nodded, her eyes still searching the crowd. “Yes.” Was Elain safe? Was Nesta? “Yes.”

“Well, Feyre Archeron, you are District Twelve’s first volunteer!” she turned to the microphone, addressing the crowd. “Such bravery. Such heart. Congratulations, lovely Feyre.”

Congratulations?

The woman clasped her hands together. “And now for the gentlemen!” she said happily, making her way to the other bowl.

Feyre’s heart sank as she realised her sisters were no longer in the crowd, and neither was Isaac. What happened to them? Where did they take them?

Oh, Isaac, Feyre thought. We should have ran away.

“The male Tribute from District Twelve,” the woman’s voice sounded loudly beside her again, shaking Feyre out of her daze, “is Tamlin Rosethorn.”

The florist’s son.

He stepped out of the crowd, pale yet standing tall and strong. His muscles reflected through his white shirt as he stepped onto the stage.

“Go on,” the woman encouraged with a smile. “Shake hands.”

Tamlin locked her hand in a tight grip, and as Feyre met his emerald gaze, she wondered if he would kill her first.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your Tributes from District Twelve!” she exclaimed for the final time to no applause but the sound of Panem’s anthem playing over the speakers. “Thank you, and may the odds be ever in your favour!”

“Come now,” she now addressed the two of them directly. “Inside.”

Feyre did not know how she got pushed into one of the Hall’s rooms and sat on a chair, the door locking her inside. “Wait here,” a muffled voice told her.

So Feyre waited.

An eternity, or maybe a second, had passed when the door opened again, two figures launching themselves in.

Feyre shot up from her seat.

“One minute,” the muffled voice told them.

Elain was sobbing as she threw her arms around Feyre’s neck. “Feyre. My beautiful Feyre.”

“Everything will be okay,” Feyre told her, forcing strength into her voice.

For Elain.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Feyre. I would’ve—”

“It’s done now,” Feyre said, pulling away to meet her sister’s gaze. “Listen, I don’t have much time.”

“Promise you will make it out,” Elain begged.

“I promise,” Feyre lied.

Her head now turned to Nesta, who began, “Feyre—”

“I need you to listen to me carefully,” Feyre cut her off. “My bow and arrows are hidden in the tallest oak tree in the forest, five minutes north of the fence by the house. Talk to Isaac. He will teach you how to shoot.” Nesta nodded, and for the first time, Feyre saw silver lining her sister’s eyes. “Take care of her.”

Nesta nodded again. “I always have.”

Feyre loosed a breath of relief. “I know,” she said, then pulled Nesta into their embrace.

“Time’s up,” someone said behind them, and Feyre took a step back.

“Try to win. Please,” Nesta told her.

There was nothing else to say, so Feyre said nothing. Soon, her sisters were escorted out.

“You only have thirty seconds,” a Peacekeeper told her, and another visitor appeared in the doorway.

“Isaac,” Feyre breathed, but he stopped her before she could waste their time with nothing but empty goodbyes.

“You can hunt,” he said, his eyes cleared and more determined than ever. “Use it.”

Feyre shook her head. “We both know I’m already dead, Isaac.”

He opened his mouth, but Feyre stopped him. “Take care of them. Please, promise that whatever you do, you won’t let them starve.”

At that, Isaac wrapped his arms around her. “I will,” he whispered into her ear. “I promise.”

They looked at each other one last time, and Feyre said, “We should’ve run away, like I told you.”

He offered her a sad smile. “You’d never leave your sisters, Feyre. Only death could ever stand between you.”

“Yes,” Feyre said, her eyes dropping to the floor. “I know.”

With that, Isaac left, and as the door closed quietly behind him, Feyre stepped into her new reality.

She was truly alone.

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If anything I think you should speak more, because I love everything you write (and draw.) You've been one of my biggest inspirations to go back and give all of my ocs actual stories instead of just designs.

In fact, ever since you mentioned having non-fpk family ocs before, I have been incredibly curious.

Please feed me all of the information like a bird feeding its young, except its letters going into my eyes instead of food going into my mouth

you have no idea how much that warms my heart, i'm really flattered that you see me as an inspiration. it's all i could really ask for

i do have some ocs, yeah. though i will say, the fpk au characters are definitely outliers when it comes to the amount of personality and lore they have. most of my ocs have very basic backstories, and many of them only do because i used to roleplay as them with my friends. a lot of my original designs that i'm attached to don't even have names, let alone personalities

since i'll be posting a lot of pictures, i'll throw this under a read more so it's not too long

i guess i'll start with my oldest oc, a lion king character who used to be my "fursona" (well not exactly, since i've never considered myself a furry. but persona wouldn't fit here) years ago, back in 2012 i believe. she went through a lot of changes over the years, but i've settled on a design that i really like

her name is swahibu (used to be swahili, i wasn't particularly creative, and i changed it recently since it was a bit awkward for her to be named after the entire language hahaha), and she has a little brother named kobe. their lore isn't anything too elaborate, they're essentially scar's grandchildren who used to be outlanders, but after the events of the second movie joined the pridelands. swahibu is bitter and a bit mean, but cares very much about her little brother. she got her scars in a fight with rogue lions which unfortunately ended with their mother's death, so they're now on their own. kobe is a smart cub, and brings a bit of joy and innocence to his big sister's life. as they both resemble their grandfather more than they'd like, they're often the object of nasty comments from those who lived under his tyrannical rule, though they do eventually earn the pridelanders' respect. not much else to say about them, except that i like to hc swahibu as gay. also, they have a very simple family tree that i made to show what their parents looked like, here (might not work if you don't have a deviantart account, but i'm not sure)

next up, there's a character i've considered my persona for quite some time, and one i used to put in many funny scenarios with my friends' ocs. he also changed the most out of all of them throughout the years, and recently i gave him a more furry like design as i hate drawing human faces haha

his name is rick, and he's a hybrid of all kinds of different animals. he's very laid back and lazy, though the fact that he's a hybrid gives him some animal-like traits and behaviors. he used to have a backstory but it's kind of stupid so i'm considering changing it, but he was basically created in a lab and then released after it was shut down. now he lives on his own with his cat, jon. he's one of those characters who are very flexible, so if i wanted to, i could modify him to fit into any scenario (for example, he used to have an assassins creed universe version which i used for roleplay years ago hahaha). not much else to say since i'm still in the (slow) process of changing him

i also have a lot of dragon characters, most of them were made for the purpose of a larger roleplay story with my friends. in general i take 'dragon' as a very vague term, since to me a dragon can look however you want and all those classification rules are kinda stupid. but you'll still a bit of, idk, i guess a paleoart like direction for their designs, since i like speculative biology and such. also, some of these originated as heavily based on some of my favorite characters at the time, you'll see that with the first one especially

his name is stark and he's probably the dragon that has the most lore behind him. i won't go into too many details regarding the backstory since it's long and very connected to the roleplay (you know, bit of a "you just had to be there" moment haha). but tl;dr he was taken in by a village and raised from hatchling, so he's very docile and a little bit confused. the village was attacked and he was able to survive, but one of his legs was scarred pretty badly, so he noticeably limps while walking. he's a semi-aquatic dragon, so he's an excellent swimmer. funnily enough, he went through a complete "reboot" a few years ago. in the original rp, he was a massive asshole, he'd hurt others for his own amusement and was generally very aggressive and not pleasant to be around. also, he had a prosthetic leg, though i scrapped that as it was far too advanced for the setting i envisioned him in. i much prefer this direction, i love my giant himbo gator-dragon. and i wonder how many of you can guess what character was the inspiration for his appearance (it used to be a lot more obvious in his first design iterations)

(and no, his wing isn't missing. this is just to show his back haha)

these next three don't really have too much backstory to them. well, except for the first one, his name is ithaar, and he was one of my first ocs ever. he went through a massive redesign quite recently, so he has close to nothing in common with his first iterations. the other two characters, eurus and ash, were made for rp purposes quite recently, and so don't have too much lore behind them

ith is a bit of a coward, he struggles with his self-confidence and believes everyone sees him as insignificant due to his small size and inability to fly. he can camouflage, though, so he's a lot cooler than he thinks. also, he moves by hopping around like a little kangaroo. his design is very dromaeosaur-like, with short stubby arms and yi-qi inspired wings

eurus is very pterosaur-like, though much larger than even the largest azhdarchids. he doesn't like the company of others, he's a bit of a loner (with trauma!). he may seem mean on the surface, but his past experiences make him unable to walk past someone who's in need. not quite a gentle giant, though. i think it's easy to see which pterosaurs in particular were the inspiration for his design, though his crests are very dilophosaurus-like

the last one is ash, and she's the newest addition to the roster. her rp session was very short and didn't really add much to her lore, but she's generally a huge jerk who likes annoying others and stealing from them. but of course, it wouldn't be an oc of mine if there wasn't some trauma involved, and she's no exception. she believes she doesn't fit anywhere, she felt rejected by her own kind for her unnatural abilities (she can move things with her mind), and so she copes with it by being a prick. her design was inspired by junker queen from overwatch haha

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i also have four night fury characters i made during my httyd phase, and i redesigned them about a year ago to be a lot more "natural" in their appearance. they used to be quite a bit more colorful back in the day, and not in the good way haha

their names are vel'ri, sherok, atis and marivo. no real backstory, just vibes. the first one used to be my "main" character during the httyd phase. vel'ri and atis are female, sherok and marivo are male

and lastly, some non-dragon characters. these don't really have any backstory that i think is worth sharing, but i still love them very much

this one is named rugat and they're a genderless, shapeshifting magma alien thing. i don't know what they are. i just really like their design. they're aggressive, but they have a soft spot for small, weak creatures. god knows what their reasoning is, but i thought it was a cute personality trait

and these two are named lox and bagel. they're a ragarox, an original species i made years ago when it was cool and hip to have a closed species. they're eyeless cave dwelling lizard things. very chubby. these two guys are not related but they hang out all the time. 🏳️‍🌈 perhaps?

lox, on the left, is the more active and territorial of the two. but he's also super affectionate towards bagel

bagel, on the other hand, is the couch potato. very round and chubby, 10/10

as a fun fact i like to think their long tongues have very distinct smells. lox's smells like lime, while bagel's smells a bit like blueberry

and lastly, here are two unnamed characters. i like their designs but i haven't had the chance or inspiration to think of any details about them

the first one is an okapi-like thing. with a kitty face. the second is like a weird mix between a ceratopsid and some kind of mammal

oh and, here's some redesigns of old dragon characters that i forgot to mention earlier. they used to be very different (all but one were inspired by other characters, but you can't see it on their current designs), and i don't have any backstories for them yet. their names are also going to be changed, so consider them nameless for now

(fun fact: the top left one was one of the first iterations of eurus' design, but i decided to turn it into a different character cause i still like it)

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