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ilguna · 4 months
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From expired medicine number 66 with sejanus pls 😌
☼ forget-me-nots (Sejanus Plinth) ☼
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warnings; swearing, bombs, blood, ehh gore, death, death mention, starvation mention.
wc; 11.1k
prompt; 66. amnesia au
notes; slow burn, all they get to do is hold hands. also coryo slander.
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“What’s the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” One of the other tributes asks, eyes on a blonde Capitol boy dressed in bright red. He’s standing at the back of the truck, hand reached up to hold onto a bar to keep from falling over.
You let out a breath through your nose, giving a look to Marcus, who seems just as unimpressed as you are. Leave it to someone from the Capitol to think it’s a good idea to jump in the back of a truck with a bunch of teenagers that hate his guts. He might be untouchable anywhere else, but here it’s fair game.
“No, this is exactly the cage I was waiting for.” The blonde boy tells him.
The tribute jumps to his feet, hands encircling the Capitol’s boys throat, proving your point. He slams the boy back, forearms pinning him against the bars. The Capitol boy is quick though, bringing his knee up to the tribute boy’s crotch. You watch as he doubles over, releasing him.
“He might kill you now.” The girl from the same district coughed, wafting straight into the Capitol boy’s face. “He killed a Peacekeeper back in Eleven. They never found out who did it.”
“Shut it, Dill.” The boy from Eleven growls.
“Who cares now?” Dill asks.
“Let’s all kill him.” A tiny boy grins. “Can’t do nothing worse to us.”
A few of the other tributes murmur in agreement, taking a step forward to close in on the Capitol boy. The truck hits a bump, the heels of your feet rise, and then fall flat when it comes down harshly. You sway into Marcus, and he uses his free hand to steady you.
“Not to us, maybe. You got family back home? Someone they could punish there?” A girl from the corner asks. She’s wearing a colorful dress, which has since been turned dirty from the cattle car they kept you in on the way here. She crosses the small space, wiggling herself between the tributes and the Capitol boy. “Besides, he’s my mentor. Supposed to help me. I might need him.”
“How come you get a mender?” Dill asks.
“Mentor. You each get one.” The Capitol boy says.
“Where are they, then?” Dill challenges. “Why didn’t they come?”
“Just not inspired, I guess.” The colorful girl says, turning her back to the rest of you.
The truck turns into a narrow street, where the cement must not be completely flat, because it hits a bump every second. It makes a wide turn, before you’re jostled back, as the car begins to move backward into a dimly lit building.
Your face twists, as a new smell invades your nose: a mix of rotten fish and old hay. Your hand tightens on the bars, unable to see through the darkness. The sound of two metal doors opening fills the air. You think you can see a Peacekeeper opening the back door of the truck, and then the ground beneath you turns into a slope.
You’re able to hang on for the first couple of seconds, watching as the tributes in front of you tumble out. Your fingers slip when you try to adjust to hold on better, afraid of where they’re sending you. You hit wet cement, and continue to slide, until you hit a drop.
A scream rises up your chest, clogging in your throat as you hold your breath. You fall for what feels like forever, and land hard at the bottom. The heap breaks your landing, but a shooting pain flies up your back. You hiss, face twisted as you reach back to grab your lower back.
A pair of hands grabs you beneath your arms, pulling you out of the way of another tribute coming down. Marcus places you on your feet, where you hunch while the pain subsides. When you can’t feel it anymore, you stand up fully, looking around to see where they’ve dumped you.
It’s another cage, only bigger. There’s a stretch of sand, with rock formations in the middle that twist high in the air. A shallow, dry moat separates the island and the row of metal bars on the far side. And beyond them are the faces of small Capitol children, their eyes wide at the sight of the group of you.
You begin to wander away from the pile of teenagers and hay, as they pull themselves out to be on their feet. Marcus moves with you, letting you decide how far you want to go. The faces on the other side of the bars begin to multiply quickly, filling with adults, too.
They begin to shout, pointing at the Capitol boy, attention shifting from the rest of you, to him. You glance over, finding that he’s standing taller now, expressionless as he stares where he should be. In no time, the audience begins to call out to him, asking him why he’s in here with you. One of them must recognize him, because the crowd grows thicker.
“It’s the Snow boy!’
“Who’s that again?”
“You know, the ones with roses on their roof!”
A smirk creeps to the corner of your lip, a laugh making its way out of you. You begin to walk again, around the Capitol boy, like a wild animal pacing their lunch. “Snow, huh?”
His eyes snap to you, slightly wide. 
“Do you like to play games, Snow?” Your words have an edge as they leave your mouth. You stop when your back is partly turned to the Capitol people. “Because it looks like you do.”
The other tributes have caught on, beginning to surround him. The two tributes from Eleven, the boy that suggested you should kill him, and a few more, coming to build a circle around him. He notices this almost immediately, eyes darting between each of you, like he can’t decide which one of you is more dangerous. 
His breathing is picking up, chest growing and shrinking. He really didn’t think this through, did he? He thought he’d be able to come in here and do whatever he wanted. A dribble of sweat begins to run down the side of his face, heading for his jaw. He’ll be so fun to tear apart.
“Own it.” A soft voice says.
It’s his girl tribute, sitting on a rock. Snow takes in a deep breath and turns to see her, where she’s fixing a white rose behind her ear. The same one that he’d brought to the train station for her. 
He holds his hand out for her, she smiles slightly, taking his hand. You watch as he bows, and she gets up like a lady. When he raises his head, he asks, “Would you care to meet a few of my neighbors?”
“I would be delighted.” She says, as they begin to walk off together.
He leads her up to the bars, where the people are gawking. You roll your eyes, taking several steps back as you pivot to take a look around the area. There’s not many places to hide if you wanted to. Which means that the cameras will reach you at almost any point in here. 
Snow and his girl tribute—Lucy Gray—introduce themselves, going around the crowd, talking to the children. You manage to find a nice spot behind a rock that’ll block their view, which Marcus joins you behind.
“What’s the plan here?” You murmur, eyeing the other tributes, who are scoping out the land, themselves.
“Survive.” Marcus has his arms crossed, leaning on the wall across from you. “Wait it out.”
“For how long?” You ask, you wrap a hand around your stomach when it rumbles. “I’m starving here, Marcus.”
He tilts his head, “What do you want to do? Eat one of the other tributes?”
“That’s not funny.” You tell him.
“They won’t give us food, (Y/n), I told you this.”
“I didn’t think that they’d keep it from us completely.” You hiss. 
You take in a deep breath, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. It’s been three days since the last time you’ve eaten. A small portion of bread and oatmeal, which was on the morning of Reaping Day. If you’d known that your name was going to be pulled, you would’ve eaten more.
You sigh, “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault.” You push your hair back. “And you’re hungry, too.”
You peek out from behind the rock to see that the pair have moved over to the cameras, having an exchange with the reporter, you presume. You watch them through squinted eyes.
“So, do you know my mentor? Says his name is Coriolanus Snow. He’s a Capitol boy and clearly I got the cake with the cream, ‘cause nobody else’s mentor even bothered to show up to welcome them.”
“Well, he gave us all a surprise. Did your teachers tell you to be here, Coriolanus?”
Snow steps forward. “They didn’t tell me not to.” The crowd laughs. “But I do remember them saying that I was to introduce Lucy Gray to the Capitol, and I take that job seriously.”
“So you didn’t have a second thought about diving into a cage of tributes?” The reporter asks.
“A second, a third, and I imagine the fourth and fifth will be hitting me sometime soon.” Snow says. “But if she’s brave enough to be here, shouldn’t I be?”
You scoff, Snow turns his head slightly to find where the noise came from. Brave, as if you all didn’t end up here by chance. By their hands. 
“Oh, for the record, I didn’t have a choice.” Lucy Gray says.
“For the record, neither did I.” Snow says. “After I heard you sing, I couldn’t keep away. I confess, I’m a fan.”
Lucy Gray moves her skirt to show off the color, as the audience erupts into applause.
“Well, I hope for your sake the Academy agrees with you, Coriolanus.” The reporter says. “I think you’re about to find out.”
As if on cue, the metal doors nearby squeal against the concrete, as if there’s not enough space to allow them to move. A group of four Peacekeepers march out, heading straight for the Capitol boy.
Snow turns back to the camera. “Thank you for joining us. Remember, it’s Lucy Gray Baird, representing District Twelve. Drop by the zoo if you have a minute and say hello. I promise she’s well worth the effort.”
Lucy Gray holds out the back of her hand to him, which he takes and presses a kiss to. After that, he waves to the audience once, before joining the Peacekeepers and leaving the exhibit. The doors shut tightly behind them.
They dumped you in a fucking zoo.
Lucy Gray mingles around the bars for a few more minutes, before she comes down the moat to join her tribute partner. The crowd thins out considerably, now that they don’t have a source of entertainment. You disappear behind the rock, lowering yourself to the ground. Marcus doesn’t move from where he stands, looking down at you.
You pull your knees up. “Do you think our mentors will show up?”
“It won’t matter.” Marcus says. “They can’t do anything for us. All they’ll do is bring more people to stare.”
You rest your head back. “Right.” For the first time in days, you feel at peace enough to relax, the drowsiness coming in waves. You sigh, letting your legs down. “Will you wake me if something happens?”
“I will.” Marcus nods.
His confirmation is good enough for you. You settle on the cement, shoulders square with the rock. It’s uncomfortable, but your body doesn’t seem to care, focused on the idea of being able to sleep. The moment you shut your eyes, you’re practically done for, as the chatter of the Capitol people acts as perfect background noise for you to doze off to.
When you wake, it’s on your own accord. There’s a pain in the side of your neck, due to sleeping with your head at an angle. You squeeze your eyes, face twisting as you reach up to massage the area. When you look around, you find Marcus standing nearby, face hard.
You stretch, letting out a groan. It must be getting dark out because the artificial lights on the other side of the rock have been turned on. There’s no telling how late it is. You wonder if they’ll even bother to turn them off when the zoo does close.
You push to get to your feet, swallowing the nausea that rises with the movement. It’s due to hunger, but it’ll pass soon if you take it easy. Marcus looks over when he sees that you’re on your feet, his face smoothing out briefly.
“Anything big happen?” You ask, arms above your head. You can hear your upper back pop, relieving the pressure.
“No, but we have a familiar face in the crowd.” Marcus says.
“Like who? Snow?” You sneer, coming out from behind the rock. 
You squint through the white light, holding a hand up to shield your eyes. The tributes that you’re in here with have spread out to keep from getting in each other’s space. You look up to the bars to see that the crowd has grown again, peering down at the group of you. 
To humor Marcus, you search for the blonde boy that belongs to Lucy Gray, yet you come up blank. A joke begins to form on your tongue, as you turn your head to tell it, you hear your name being shouted from the other side of the bars. You glance back at the crowd, eyebrows together, wandering away from your partner to find who it is that knows your name.
You make it all the way to the moat before you see who it is. He’s crouched, hands wrapped around the bars, forehead pressed to them. His brown hair and brown eyes are unmistakable. You used to stare into them everyday when you were friends, before he moved away to live in the Capitol.
Sejanus Plinth is dressed in the same bright red uniform that Snow was wearing when he came into the truck. He looks just like he did when you went to school together, only older now because it’s been ten years. He still wears that innocent look on his face, which is unsurprising. His heart is big enough to house dozens of people.
“(Y/n).” Sejanus shifts on his feet, leaning away from the bars as he turns to a black backpack at his side. He opens it up, reaches inside, and pulls out something that’s wrapped. It’s reflecting the light. “Please, take it. Marcus won’t.”
“Sejanus.” His name is foreign on your tongue. “I don’t even know what it is.”
“It’s a meatloaf sandwich.” He says, holding it out between the bars. “Please, I know you’re hungry.”
He’s right, your stomach begins to hurt at the thought of the sandwich, but you don’t move from where your feet are planted. You glance behind you, to Marcus, who’s still standing against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s determined to stay there.
He was Marcus’s friend, too. The three of you were very close during grade school. If there was one of you, the other two would be following close by. That is, until the Plinths upgraded from District Two to the Capitol, due to their loyalty during the Dark Days. In many people’s eyes, the Plinths are a bunch of traitors. 
Including Marcus’s.
You would think the same, if he weren’t a child at the time. And especially not now, with you being stuck in this situation. With Sejanus being on the other side of the bars, maybe he can help, beyond just giving you sandwiches. If all the tribute mentors are wearing these red uniforms, that means he might be one, himself.
So, you move forward, crossing the moat and climbing the hill that’ll lead you to the bars. You don’t lower yourself to his height right away, looking between the faces behind him. With your presence, they all seem to shuffle a step back, unsure if you’re one of the hostile tributes or not.
You breathe through your nose, amused. You grab onto the bar with one hand, using it as support as you get down. Sejanus is still holding out the sandwich for you to take, which you do so carefully, setting it on your knee. 
Sejanus nods, happy that you’re trusting him. “I tried to get any of the other tributes to come over but they won’t.”
“Can’t blame them.” You say, not being able to focus on his face when the people behind him peer over his shoulder. “I wasn’t going to, either.”
You jerk forward, a threat to the Capitol people. A few of them let out gasps as they return to where they’d been standing, hiding behind Sejanus. When your eyes make their way back to his face, you find his face screwed.
“Marcus doesn’t want to see me, does he?”
“No, he doesn’t.”
“But he knows that I’m sorry? You know I’m sorry, right?”
You shrug. “Doesn’t change the fact that he’s angry. Or that we’re both here in a zoo cage.”
Sejanus swallows.
You’re tired of this conversation already. “I hear that we get mentors. Where’s mine?”
“I am.” He says. “I’m your mentor, and Marcus has Florus.”
“Oh, how fortunate.” You shake your head. “Did you ask for me?”
“No, I was assigned.” Sejanus says, glancing behind him. His face lights up as he raises a hand to wave someone over. Your eyes shift in that direction, finding the Snow boy coming your way. He weaves through the crowd, and stops two feet away from the bars. 
“Trouble?” He asks, paying no attention to you.
You scoff, “Great, you’re friends with Snow.” You grab the sandwich with one hand, pulling yourself to your feet with the other. By then, the blonde boy has his eyes on you. 
Sejanus looks between you two. “Do you know each other?”
“Of course not.” Snow says first, face twisting, seemingly disgusted by the idea.
You laugh, it’s venomous, “You know, I think I do pride myself in not hanging around Capitol scum.” You spit, holding out your hand that has the sandwich. “Give me another, Sejanus. I’ll see that Marcus gets it.”
Sejanus doesn’t need you to tell him twice, grabbing another. You don’t break the eye contact you have with Snow, which is growing tense by the second. 
“Capitol scum?” He repeats, smiling. “That’s funny.”
“Is it now?” You steal the second sandwich from Sejanus’s hand before it’s fully through the bars. You look over Snow, taking in how big he is. “For a Capitol boy, you look pretty starved. You belong more in here than you do out there.” You take a couple steps over so that you’re directly in front of him. “Except, you wouldn’t last ten seconds before getting ripped apart.”
You look at Sejanus to find that he’s holding out two plums. You pluck them from his hands, giving a nasty look to Snow before you go back down the hill with your winnings. There are several pairs of eyes that watch you return to the rock that you and Marcus have claimed. You return their stares with pressed lips. 
You step behind the stone, Marcus following you. When you hold out the two sandwiches and plums, he shakes his head. “I don’t want that.”
“If we want to win, we need to be strong.” You tell him. “Take one.”
He sighs, irritated, but grabs one of each. You sink back to the ground, unwrapping your sandwich, resting the plum in your lap. The moment that you sink your teeth into the soft bread, every ounce of self control leaves your body. It’s perfect, delicious, and gone within a minute. The plum, too.
Once Marcus has finished his sandwich, he wipes his mouth, sucking the ketchup off of his finger. “Who’s your mentor?”
“Sejanus.” You tell him, “You have someone named Florus.”
“As long as I don’t have him—I don’t care who I have. They won’t make a difference.”
“That’s what you think.” 
“Get up!” A voice shouts.
Your eyes pop open as you fly into an upward position, looking around to see where the danger is. Your eyes land on Peacekeepers, dressed in grey uniforms, standing next to the steel doors that are swung wide open.
The other tributes are shuffling toward the Peacekeepers, hardly awake. You rustle in the hay to look at Marcus, who’s already getting to his feet. A yawn escapes you, holding out your hand. Marcus takes it to pull you to your feet, steadying you when you stumble a step.
“What’s happening?” You murmur, rubbing your eyes.
“No idea.” Marcus says, walking away. You follow him, briefly looking at the bars to see if there’s an audience, finding it empty. The zoo must not be open yet.
On the other side of the building is a truck, similar to the one you rode here on. Marcus steps inside first, and then turns to give you a hand, pulling you inside. The two of you choose a spot in the middle, where you grab a rod and try not to touch anyone if you can help it.
Once you’re packed inside, they slam the doors shut. The car jolts forward a moment later, and then they begin to take you through the streets. You sigh, watching the blur of buildings and people on the sidewalk. Occasionally, you glance at the people around you, taking in details in increments to avoid setting them off. The last thing you’d want is to cause a fight in here.
Your eyes linger on the boy from Eleven and the way he hovers over Dill, feeling a need to protect her. It’s the same for Lucy Gray and her tribute partner, who she seems to be close with. Last night, you weren’t the only one to take a sandwich, soon after, Lucy Gray went to have one too. When she decided that it was good, she told her friend… Jessup, that’s his name. She told Jessup to grab one too, which then prompted the rest of the tributes to follow.
For now, you can’t find anyone else that sticks out in your mind. You’re sure that they’ll reveal themselves as time goes on, all you have to do is wait until then. You know that you should keep a distance from Four and Eight, at the very least. They have previous experience with weapons, much like you.
The truck comes to a hard stop. A Peacekeeper comes out to stand on your side of the truck. You look down at him, finding a pair of handcuffs that he has gripped in his gloves. 
“We will take one district at a time. When you step out of the truck, hold your hands out in front of you, palms up.” He instructs. “District One.”
The boy and girl get up from where they’re sitting. The doors open, allowing them to step out. They don’t bother shutting the doors again, letting you take in the amount of Peacekeepers they have on standby in case something goes wrong. The tributes get handcuffed, and then led inside of the building by four Peacekeepers that have a tight hand on them.
“District Two.”
Marcus moves first, stepping out of the truck. He turns to help you, which you accept when you jump off the ledge. On the ground, the two of you turn to the Peacekeeper, holding out your hands as you were told to. The steel is cold against your wrists, he squeezes the cuff, tightening it as much as he can. He repeats the process for Marcus.
With that, he instructs you to move forward, heading inside of the building. The floors are polished, reflecting the dull sunlight, and with how big and empty the hall is, the sounds of your shoes echo. You move down several hallways, until you spot the open wooden doors with a Peacekeeper standing post outside of the room.
When you step inside, you can see that the boy and girl from One have each been sat at their own table. There’s a cement slab on top of it with a metal loop, where the handcuffs are fed through to keep them in place. You grind your teeth, looking at Marcus to see that his face has hardened.
“Girl, sit down.” The Peacekeeper tells you. 
Biting your tongue, you decide not to tell him your name, just listen to the directions. You sit in the folding chair, scooting it up slightly to close the gap between you and the table. You hold up your wrists, he unlocks the one side of the cuffs, guides the open side through the loop, and then closes the cuff on your wrist again.
He crouches down, reaching for your feet. Your face twists, feeling him pull up the bottom of your skirt just high enough, before the coldness encases your right ankle. When you give it a pull, you can hear the rattling of chains on the cement. You look over at Marcus, raising your eyebrows. The Peacekeeper secures your left ankle before getting to his feet.
If anyone had any plans of escaping this afternoon, they’re going to have to rethink it.
Marcus sits at his table unprompted. Right as his shackles are being double-checked, the pair of tributes from Three come through the door. It goes on like this, all the way around the circle, up to Lucy Gray and her tribute friend.
While this is happening, you take the time to look around the room you’re in. It’s classically wealthy, with the columns, the arched windows and the tall ceilings. The best you can compare this building to is the Justice Building at home in Two, but even that’s lacking in several departments.
Halfway up the wall, you find a balcony. You sit back in your chair, forearms resting on the edge of the table. There are faces up there, staring down at you. From what you can see, they’re all wearing the red uniform that Snow and Sejanus were wearing yesterday.
“Eyes up.” You murmur to Marcus.
Out of your peripheral, you’re able to watch him tilt his head back to see what you mean. He straightens up in his seat, hands curling in to form fists.
A door slams, the people on the balcony jump and turn to see where the noise is coming from. “Stop eyeballing your tributes and get down there.” A feminine voice orders. “You only have fifteen minutes, so use them wisely. And remember, complete the paperwork for our records as best you can.”
The first person to come down the spiral staircase is none other than Snow, heading straight for Lucy Gray. When he passes in front of you, a laugh leaves you at the sight of his determined face. He’s quickly forgotten when you see Sejanus bouncing your way, a smile spread across his lips.
“Hey, Marcus.” He says, but he doesn’t get a response. Sejanu takes a seat in the chair across from you. “(Y/n), they’re just having us do interviews today.”
“I’m sure that’ll be easy.” You say. “Considering you know everything about me already.”
He swings his bag into his lap. “I still have to go down the list.” He pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, setting it on the table. His hand dips inside again, and when it surfaces, he has a pair of sandwiches. “I hope you’re hungry.”
I am, you think. All you do is give him a smile. “Thank you, Sejanus.”
“One more thing.” He says, bringing out a clear container. He opens the lid, revealing a slice of brown cake with a fork inside. “Ma made it. Help yourself.”
You nod, “What’s on the paper?”
“Just the basics so the Capitol can get to know you better.” He says, reaching for the pencil. 
You manage to grab one of the sandwiches, unwrapping the paper. With the limited mobility your hands have, you have to lean forward to take a bite. The bread crunches under your teeth, meaning it must’ve been toasted. The roast beef inside is cold, and it must be freshly bought. You hum, closing your eyes.
“I can fill it out, just correct me if I come across something wrong.” Sejanus says. 
You listen as he reads out the list and his answer to them. Your name, district address, your date of birth, hair and eye color, height and weight, and any disabilities you may have. You give him the answers when he pauses to look up at you, for the most part, he nails them.
“Family makeup. If I remember right, you’ve got your mom and dad and two sisters, right?” He asks.
“Mom’s dead.” You tell him, balling up the paper when you finish your sandwich. “One of my sisters is sick, she probably won’t last much longer.”
Sejanus’s hand stops, face twisting as he looks up at you. “(Y/n), I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” You tell him, pressing your lips together. “Do you need their names or is that it?”
“That’s it.” He says, voice quieter. “You’re not married, are you?”
“Nope.” 
“Do you have a job?”
“Not legally.” You sit back in the chair. “I help out in the warehouse and earn money for it, but I’m not supposed to be in there.”
He nods. “I’ll put you down as no.”
“Thanks.” You murmur, looking at the paper. “That’s the last question?”
“It is.” He says.
“Five minutes.” A woman announces, she’s wandering around the room.
“You should give the other sandwich to Marcus.” You tell him. 
“He won’t take it from me, only you.” Sejanus shakes his head.
“I don’t have pockets, so I can’t give it to him later.” Your eyes wander away, finding his mentor, Florus. “Why don’t you hand it to Florus?”
“He’s not having very good luck with Marcus, either.”
You sigh, “All I’m hearing are excuses.” You roll your eyes, looking over. “Marcus, there’s an extra sandwich. You should take it.”
“Excuse me.” Florus says, eyebrows drawing in. “I’m trying to interview him.”
“Looks like you’re havin’ a lot of luck.” You smile at his blank paper. “I can’t smuggle it out of here, and you’re the only one that has pockets between us.”
Marcus looks at you, but nods. Sejanus seems pleased with this, handing the sandwich over to Florus, who begrudgingly stuffs it into one of Marcus’s pockets. You turn to the cake, digging out the fork.
“It’s carrot cake.” Sejanus says.
“I’m sure it’s good either way.” You stick the fork into the icing. “Your mom always made the best sweets.”
“She’s gotten better.” He says. “I’ll tell her about your ma, I’m sure she’ll be apologetic.”
“Don’t make her feel too bad.” You place the bite into your mouth. The sweetness explodes across your tongue. You can’t remember the last time you were treated to something so good. All your money goes to your sister’s medicine, you can’t get sweets like this anymore. “It’s not her fault.”
“I wish we hadn’t moved away.” Sejanus swipes some of the icing off the corner of the container. “It’s harder to make friends here than it is there, but I have Coriolanus.”
“Snow?” You ask, looking to your right. He’s three tables over with Lucy Gray, leaned forward to talk. “He doesn’t look like much company.”
“He is.” Sejanus sighs. “How is it in Two?”
“Worse.” You shrug. “Or the same, depending how you look at it.”
“You said you work in the warehouse, at least you have the job lined up.”
“It’s district work, it’s always going to be available. It’d be a different story if I was a blacksmith but they won’t take me until I’m eighteen.” You say. “Or rather, they wouldn’t.”
He frowns, “I’m really sorry you’re here, (Y/n).”
“I know.” You murmur. “Nothing that we can do about it now.”
A whistle suddenly blows, making you turn your head to the woman by the door. She drops it, allowing it to hang over her chest. “Time.”
You look back at Sejanus. “When’s the next time I see you?”
“I can visit tonight.” He says.
“That would be great.” You drop the fork into the container. “Thank you, Sejanus.”
The Capitol people standing on the other side of the bars is an irritating sight, especially since they’re holding food with seemingly no intention to give it to any of you. It’s gotten to the point where the tributes around you don’t bother to go up anymore, knowing that they’re all going to take a collective step back.
They don’t really matter to you, anyway. You have Sejanus, and as long as he’s feeding you and trying to keep you company, you don’t need them. You’ll suffice just fine with one of your old friends. As for Marcus, he wants to be left alone, but you won’t let that happen.
He’s currently laying on his bed of hay. Last night, the Capitol had released a couple of bales into the enclosure. While the tributes fought over them, you and Marcus sat back and watched, slightly amused. When he decided that he had enough, he went and grabbed the last bale from two tributes, throwing them away.
He split the hay with you, but you wanted enough to act as a pillow to rest your head on. You’re fine with sleeping on the cement, because it feels like your bed back home. Except, that one is a little more broken in, and you don’t wake up several times throughout the night. 
Marcus ate the roast beef sandwich from Sejanus, and even admitted that he was glad you had Florus give it to him. He doesn’t want to forgive Sejanus for what he’s done, even though you’ve tried to explain the fact that it’s not necessarily his fault. He was only a child at the time they moved, and he has no choice but to mentor tributes now. It’s just bad luck that it’s the two of you and not anyone else.
You push to get to your feet, kicking the hay into a pile once you’re upright. You wander out from behind the rock, curious to see where the tributes have moved and what the bars look like. The crowd has surely tripled in size since the last time you looked. They’re still up there, holding food.
There was a pair of twins in the corner earlier, a boy and a girl. They’d brought lunch for their tributes, but they’re gone now; replaced by Snow and Lucy Gray. You wander, arms crossed over your chest, looking for Sejanus. He must be coming through the crowd now, because you find his dark hair a second later, when you’re doing another sweep.
You immediately start for him, crossing the moat and climbing up the hill. Your arms fall, as you crouch to join. “Hello.”
“Hey.” He murmurs. “Did Marcus eat?”
“Yes he did. He says that the sandwich was good.”
“Ma sends her regards. She’s been upset since I told her.” Sejanus pulls out two eggs and a couple wedges of bread. “For an egg sandwich.”
“I told you not to make her feel guilty.” You tell him, holding out your hand. He places them inside. “Are the eggs raw?”
“No, hard boiled. I just didn’t peel them.” He says. “And I couldn’t help it. I told her what happened to your ma and she asked about the rest of your family.”
You nod. “I see.”
“(Y/n), they might be implementing new rules.” He laces his fingers. “They’re thinking about letting the Capitol citizens sponsor tributes. Which means that you’ll need to gain their favor somehow.”
“I’m not a circus animal.” You tell him. “Unlike Lucy Gray, over there.”
“I know, but if you could come up with something with Marcus, then Florus and I might be able to pool together. We could feed you and give you water, at least.” Sejanus says.
You shake your head. “These Games never go on longer than a few days.”
“That’s because they didn’t have food to eat in the past.” He reasons. “Now we’re able to feed you and they’re taking suggestions for different ideas.”
You sigh, looking at the sandwich components in your hands. “I’ll try to brainstorm with Marcus, but he’s pretty set on not participating. It’s a fight just to get him to eat food, Sejanus.”
He reaches through the bars, placing one of his hands over yours. You look down at it, and then up at him. With his other hand, he grabs onto the bars, leaning forward. “I want you to live, (Y/n).”
“I do too, Sejanus. It’s just not that easy.” You tell him.
“Well, they’re going to have you do an interview on television. That’ll be your chance.”
Laughter erupts around you, making you break eye contact. You follow the gaze of the crowd, and find a mentor a few feet away. She’s sitting on a towel or blanket, a picnic displayed in front of her. On the other side is a tribute, you think the girl from Ten. The mentor holds out the sandwich, the tribute reaches for it, and the mentor pulls away.
She turns to give the crowd a smile before taking a bite out of the sandwich. You roll your eyes, sighing. The tribute’s face drops, no longer hopeful, as her hand slips between the bars. You watch as she grabs the knife on the blanket, leaning forward to grab the front of the mentor’s shirt, and then slitting her throat.
The crowd screams in shock, the sandwich is dropped from the mentor’s hand as she reaches up to her throat, pawing at her neck. The tribute lets go of her, giving her a shove for good measure.
You get to your feet this instant, Sejanus’s hand falling from yours. You clutch the food to your chest as you turn to the hill, wanting to put distance between you and the scene. Sejanus grabs you, pulling you back down to the ground.
“Help her!” A voice shouts. “Medic!”
“Sejanus—”
“Put your head down.” He tells you, you lower to your knees.
“Is there a doctor? Please, someone help!” The voice belongs to Snow, who’s holding the girl mentor in his lap. She reaches up to grab his shirt, choking on the blood. Snow turns to the crowd. “Come on!”
The Ten tribute leans through the bars, snatching the cheese sandwich into her hands, raising it to her mouth. The sound of metal slamming into concrete fills the air, as the Peacekeepers burst through the far side of the enclosure, raising their runs, presumably aiming for the district girl.
She manages to take a bite of the sandwich, before the bullets are fired, piercing her body. You duck your head, squeezing your eyes shut, as Sejanus presses down on your back to keep you down. Another round of screaming, no more shots fired.
You sit up, Sejanus’s hand retreating. He opens up his bag, showing you the bread and eggs that he has inside, all meant for the tributes you’re trapped with. You know what he’s asking, so you lift the bottom of your skirt to create a bowl, letting him dump the food inside so it doesn’t go to waste.
The people have begun to flee the area, Sejanus rising to his feet. He leaves his backpack behind, holding a single wedge of bread. You get to your feet with shaky legs, turning to look at the Peacekeepers, where they have the others lined up against the wall, hands on their heads.
You carefully step down the hill, breathing slowly to keep from panicking. You glance over your shoulder at Sejanus, to find him sprinkling the bread over the Ten girl. His lips are moving, whispering the prayer, before a Peacekeeper grabs him by the back of his shirt, yanking him away.
You make it all the way to the wall. When they take notice of you, they grab the underside of your arm, pulling you to stand next to Marcus. They don’t tell you to put your hands on your head, letting you tremble.
They wait for the zoo to clear out, and as soon as the last person has left, they begin to search each one of you thoroughly. When it’s clear that you’re not hiding any weapons, they brandish the shackles. They go down the line, slapping the metal on your wrists, tightening the cuffs, and then moving on to the next person.
And when the last restraint is secured, they leave. The doors scraping on the cement before slamming shut. 
The Peacekeepers work silently as they direct the truck to back in as far as it possibly can into the alleyway without damaging the bricks. When it comes close enough to the doors, they hold up a hand, making it stop. A few of the Peacekeepers gather together briefly to speak, before turning to the line of you. 
They bring you up to the long truck bed, where they make you get down so they lock you to it. You start by crouching, but as the minutes tick on with no sign of movement, you tuck the skirt beneath you as best as possible so that you can sit. The heat from the metal burns through the fabric, and it feels like there’s nothing under you at all.
Marcus is placed a few feet away, where he shifts on his feet, opting not to sit. The two of you share a long look, where you raise your eyebrows and he shakes his head. Neither of you have a clue what’s happening. The Peacekeepers haven’t said so much as a word to any of you.
They just gathered you up, they sent someone to retrieve the body of the Ten girl, who had been slumped against the bars all night. Since the incident yesterday, no one has been allowed to visit the zoo. Except for Snow, where he briefly spoke to Lucy Gray before leaving.
There’s a large metal structure attached to the truck bed in front of you. You have to tilt your head all the way back to see what it is. It’s a crane, it seems. A metal hook hangs off a chain, swaying in the air from the small breeze. It’s so hot out that it isn’t that much of a relief. You’ve been baking in the cage all night. Forget the food that Sejanus has been giving you, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for a cup of water.
Machinery begins to whirr, the hook slowly coming down at you. You look over your shoulder, curious to see why they could possibly need the hook. You can’t find the Peacekeepers, only the faces of the tributes behind you, who are avoiding eye contact, or staring at the ground.
The chains and hook begin to curl on the ground, when suddenly it stops. A Peacekeeper grunts, there’s a hard stomp on the truck, making it vibrate. It’s quiet for a second, as the sound of something dragging across the uneven surface is all you can hear, until there’s a violent gag, followed by desperate coughing.
As you turn to see, a closed fits smacks the side of your face, causing you to jerk away. You lean as far as the shackles will allow, looking up at the Peacekeeper. You realize quickly that it wasn’t done on purpose, because he’s clutching a pair of handcuffs between his gloves. They’re attached to a pair of wrists, and furthermore, a body.
The rancid smell of a decomposing body hits your nose, making you sick. You bury your nose in the cloth on your shoulder, deeply inhaling to rid the assault. Tears pop into your eyes, which you struggle to blink away. The Peacekeeper reaches down to grab the hook, sliding it between one of the chain links. 
He lifts a hand, indicating to lift the hook. A moment later, it does. The Peacekeeper keeps a hold on the body, setting it straight, making sure that it won’t come loose. It isn’t until he twists the body to get a look, do you see that it’s the dead girl from Ten. In the open air, you’re able to see the bitemarks along her skin, a few chunks missing from the rats that were nibbling on her all night. 
A gag rises, you turn your head to the other side of the truck, teeth grit tightly together while you try to calm your stomach. It isn’t a full minute before they’ve decided that she’s up high enough in the air, which is when the Peacekeeper leaves the truck, jumping down.
They wrap up the area, closing the door to the enclosure, getting in the vehicle. They drive out of the alleyway and down the streets, where a few pedestrians stop where they stand to stare. You drop your head, lips pressed together.
The car comes to a stop a few short minutes later. When you peer around the front of the truck, you can see the grey uniform of Peacekeepers. There’s hundreds of them too, perfectly in place. Your eyebrows twitch, lips parting. This can’t possibly be for the twenty-three of you, can it?
You look back at Marcus, who’s on the inner side of the row, making it impossible for him to see. “Peacekeepers, hundreds of ‘em.”
A few heads rise, eyes landing on you. Marcus’s face contorts, “Why?”
“No idea.”
It’s quiet for a few seconds, and then the beginning notes of the Capitol anthem cuts through the silence. The Peacekeepers straighten, finding their places. 
“Gem of Panem,” A male voice starts. “Mighty city, through the ages, you shine anew.”
The next three minutes are filled with the lyrics to the anthem. They’re vaguely familiar, you haven’t heard them in a couple of months, at least. They used to have you chant it every morning at school, but it fizzled out because it took up precious learning time. Now, they play the instrumental to allow the teachers to talk over it.
The applause that follows after the final note is thunderous, coming from far down the street. You can’t see anyone, though. Only the Peacekeepers, standing still as they wait for their cue to move. A heavy feeling weighs in your stomach, as the thoughts of what may be waiting for you begin to claw.
“Two days ago, Arachne Crane’s young and precious life was ended, and so we mourn another victim of the criminal rebellion that yet besieges us.” A powerful voice says. “Her death was as valiant as any on the battlefield, her loss more profound as we claim to be at peace. But no peace will exist while this disease eats away at all that is good and noble in our country. Today we honor her sacrifice with a reminder that while evil exists, it does not prevail. And once again, we bear witness as our great Capitol brings justice to Panem.”
There’s a slow, deep drumming that starts. The Peacekeepers move forward, as if drawn to the sound. The truck doesn’t move until they’re a good fifteen feet ahead, it jolts, you catch yourself by placing your hands on the metal bed. The scorching heat licks your palms so aggressively that you jerk back, chains rattling, cuffs digging into your wrists.
For a good stretch, you can’t see anything, it looks like any other road. And then, you spot the stands, the people dressed in black on the left, mourning. On the right, it’s the same, but there’s also a choir of the mentors in red, standing together. You search quickly for Sejanus, yet you’re unable to find him.
Behind the truck is another army of Peacekeepers, marching in sync. The car continues down the avenue until you’re out of sight completely. And instead of stopping at the end of the street, like the Peacekeepers, it continues moving. You expect it to bring you back to the zoo, but you’re going in a different direction.
The wind caresses your skin from the car picking up speed. It temporarily cools the burning on your shoulders, but not by much. The group of you are brought across the river, where an amphitheater stands. The truck comes to a stop out front, and it stays here for the next thirty minutes, until the brigade of Peacekeepers show up.
After that, you’re brought off the truck, one by one, with two Peacekeepers flanking one tribute. With you being so far up, it takes them fifteen minutes before it’s your turn to get freed. They line you up numerically, in girl-boy order, and make you wait an additional half hour while the mentors get here.
They step off the bus, instructed to stand next to their tribute. Sejanus comes out with a grave look on his face, eyes on the ground. He lets out a sigh when he squeezes between you and the boy from One.
“I’ve got nothing for you, I’m sorry.” Sejanus murmurs. 
“It’s fine.” You whisper back. “They fed us last night and this morning.”
When all tributes and mentors are counted for, the Peacekeepers remove the bars from the entrance, swinging open the large doors to reveal a grand lobby. Inside, there are boarded-up booths and old curling posters from wartime. The Peacekeepers lead the way through the lobby, to the turnstiles.
Two soldiers stand at turnstiles on opposite ends, feeding coins into the machine to allow you to pass through at the same time as Sejanus. As soon as you step through, a cheerful voice says, “Enjoy the show!”
There’s a long cement hallway leading to where you’re going, lit up by only the red emergency lights. It’s too dark for you to walk with sure steps, so you reach over to Sejanus, chains rattling as your hands wrap around his elbow. He briefly glances over, where you give him a small smile. 
He places his free hand over yours, squeezing your fingers. He doesn’t let go, either, not until you’ve made it to the end, where you walk into the sunlight and onto a giant field. Your pace slows considerably, eyes sweeping the area, wondering why this is so familiar.
“Where are we?” You ask.
“The arena.” Sejanus tells you.
You stop, wanting a moment to take in just how large it is. What should be a healthy and green field is now dead and dried up. There’s a scoreboard hanging over the opening you just came through, with thousands of seats circling the arena behind it.
If this is where you’re going to come to fight in a couple short days, then you’ll have no issue hiding, at least. No matter where you go on Game day, you’ll be safe as long as you’re careful.
The Peacekeepers move off to the side, letting you spread out. Sejanus begins to lead you away immediately. “Did you come up with anything for the interview?”
“No, not with Marcus.” You sigh. “He’s dead-set on figuring it out on his own. I figure that I can play the sick sister card, maybe earn some sympathy.” 
“That could work, but they’re looking for talent.”
“I don’t have much of that.” Your feet come to a halt, you pull away from Sejanus’s arm. Your fingers are warm from where he’d been holding them. “You don’t need to worry about the interview, I’ll have that covered. It’s not a half-bad idea. People like to help the poor, and that’s all the districts are, right?”
Sejanus’s mouth turns downward, but he doesn’t object. “Right. I just wish I could do more.”
“You’re already doing enough, I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.” You say, “I’m sorry about your friend.”
“Arachne? I could hardly call her that. She was closer with Coriolanus than me.” Sejanus shakes his head.
“Still, it’s hard losing someone in your class.” Your eyes land on a stray eyelash laying on his cheek. “Don’t move.”
You reach over, hand resting on the side of his face just long enough for your thumb to swipe away the eyelash. You hold it out for him to see, before brushing it away.
“Thank you.” He says.
“You have to keep up your appearance.” You laugh. “Mine doesn’t really matter anymore.”
“That’s not—”
An explosion shakes the arena, the fiery blast throwing you to the ground, head cracking against the cement. Through blurry eyes, you’re able to make out Sejanus in the smoke, hovering over you, before the black blotches eat away at your vision completely.
“Follow the light.” The woman tells you, clicking on the flashlight.
As you adjust the pack of ice against the side of your head, you listen to her directions, eyes flickering to keep track of the light. When she’s satisfied, she clicks it off, dropping it into a pocket on her lab coat. There’s a badge hanging from her neck with an old picture of her and her name.
Magnolia Peacescape. Her occupation is a veterinarian.
Your eyes land on her again, squinting suspiciously. The Capitol couldn’t even afford to give you a real doctor? They had to insist on someone who works on animals?
“What’s your name?” She asks, grabbing a clipboard.
“(Y/n) (L/n).” You murmur, attention shifting to the Peacekeepers who are dragging tributes into the zoo cage.
“How old are you?” She asks.
You open your mouth to speak, the number on the tip of your tongue before it slips away. Your face twists as you search the open air as if it’ll have some answer. All you come up with are blanks, you resort to staring at Magnolia.
She looks up from the paper. “How old are you?” She repeats.
“I’m not sure.” You admit. 
Her face contorts, she reluctantly looks away to write something on the paper. “District?”
“Two.”
“Who’s your mentor?” Her pen pauses.
Once again you have nothing, so you shake your head at her. “Am I supposed to know?”
The wrinkles on her face are deepening with every passing second. She licks her lips, looking over at the Peacekeepers briefly, before turning back to you. “Honey, what’s the name of the boy you came here with?”
Your eyes fall to the cement as you try to picture his face, or any features that may belong to the boy that she’s referring to. When that doesn’t work, you try to conjure up details about him, like his name, his age, his height. All of which she’s withholding.
“I’m sorry…” You murmur, trailing off.
She sighs, “Wait here.”
Magnolia Peacescape lowers the clipboard, pulling it against her chest. She walks over to one of the Peacekeepers standing by the metal doors, beginning to speak very quickly, none of it that you can hear over the moans of pain. The tributes are spread out through the enclosure, varying in how hurt they are from the bombing.
Most are covered in soot and smell like smoke from the fire. Their clothes are ripped or burned at the edges, exposing their skin. From what the Peacekeepers were saying, a good number of tributes were injured, but not as severely as the pair from District Nine, who were caught in the fire for an extended period of time.
And of course, a few of them died in the attack. Like the tributes from Six, who got caught by shrapnel, and the two from One, who had tried to escape the arena but got shot before they made it out of the entrance. There was one tribute that managed to escape, though, and that’s the boy you came here with.
As for the mentors, they don’t say much about them. You heard in passing that a pair of twins had died and three mentors got hospitalized. You couldn’t get any more than that, because they pushed you inside of the zoo.
“She needs to go to the hospital!” Magnolia’s high voice suddenly cuts through the noises. “She has a concussion.”
“We aren’t authorized to take them out of the exhibit.” The Peacekeeper drones. “If you have a request, you need to submit it to Dr. Gaul, she’s overseeing the mentoring program and the treatment of the tributes.”
She shakes her head. “So I’m going to have to go through that process for each one of them?” She motions to the cage. “They don’t have time for that.”
“It’s your only option.”
She waves her hand in the air, turning away, coming back in your direction. You move the ice pack the wrong way by accident, making the throbbing come back full force. You wince, pulling it away from your head as you fix your holding.
Magnolia grabs it from you, pats on the ice to make it flat, and then presses it against the dressed cut. “Keep it there until it melts.”
“Thank you.”
“I haven’t done much to deserve that.” She says, looking down at the clipboard. “It says here that you have two sisters, what are their names?” When you don’t respond, she takes a deep breath. “And your mother is dead, can you recall from what?”
You blink, “My mom is dead?”
She writes on the paper. “This is information we gathered from the interview that took place with your mentor.”
Your eyes wander away, thinking about your mom.
“Do you remember the interview?”
“No.” 
Magnolia sighs. “(Y/n), you’re eighteen years old. Your mentor is Sejanus Plinth, and the boy you came here with is Marcus. He escaped early this afternoon.”
Your face twists.
“I suspect you may have anterograde and retrograde amnesia. It’s caused by head trauma.” She stops long enough to write something on the clipboard, then clicks her pen and slides it into her pocket. “From what Mister Plinth told me at the scene, it would make sense. I’ll make a request for them to admit you to the hospital, but I can’t treat you any further. I don’t have the equipment.”
“Amnesia.” You mutter.
“I’ll be checking in on you as much as Dr. Gaul will allow it.” She presses her lips together. “You need to rest and take it easy. If you have any allies, I would suggest asking them to watch over you.”
With that, she walks away, heading to the next tribute. You stand there for a moment, watching as she begins to assess them. And then you turn away, to two piles of hay behind a rock formation. You wander toward it, lowering the ice pack, blinking away the tears that appear in your eyes.
In the three days that… that veterinarian visited, you were never actually taken to the hospital. Despite the numerous requests she made, and the notes stating that your memory is gradually getting worse, the doctor—the one in charge of the Games—never had you admitted. 
You weren’t the only one, the tributes from District Nine, who were in much worse shape than you, were neglected. They died sometime during the night, and their bodies were retrieved in the early morning yesterday. A few hours later, the rest of you were packed into two different trucks, separated by gender, with bars, where you were paraded through the streets for what you assume was another funeral.
When they got you together again this afternoon, you were afraid that more people had died, but the Peacekeepers said something about a second interview with your mentors. Which might as well be your first, because you can’t recall a single thing that happened the last time.
The two chairs on either side of you sit empty, their tributes long gone. You know that one of them is dead, but the boy you came here with is still missing. The Peacekeepers have questioned you five times in the past few days, demanding to know where he could’ve possibly gone. Each time they come around, you have to tell them that if he did mention a plan, you don’t remember due to the bombing.
You don’t remember anything.
A group of students dressed in bright red uniforms come down the spiral staircase on the far side of the large room. It really is nice here, with the tall ceilings, the engraved pillars and the arched windows. You haven’t seen anything like it before, the closest building that would come to this in District Two is the Justice Building, but even that’s too worn to compare.
A boy with curly brown hair comes in your direction, with brown eyes so wide that you can see into his soul. He sets his book bag on the ground, settling in the chair across from you. Without saying a single word, he leans forward, placing his hands on top of your shackled ones.
“(Y/n), I’m so glad you’re okay.” He says, face twisted with worry. “When I saw the amount of blood…”
The veterinarian… fuck what was her name? She kept telling you that you needed to be testing your memory, but it’s so hard when you can’t recall the smallest detail. She must’ve told you this boy’s name easily over three dozen times, and how he meant something to you. He’s your mentor of course, you know that much. He’s supposed to be beyond that.
“How are you feeling? Ma made a couple of cold cut sandwiches, you must be hungry.” He says, taking his hands away, opening his bag. “She told me that Doctor Peacescape saw all the tributes.”
Peacescape, that’s the veterinarian’s last name. Whether or not it’ll stick in your mind this time is a complete mystery. Just like the rest of the names, faces and events that should be ringing a bell but don’t.
The boy places a wrapped package on the table, presumably the sandwich. He sits back up in his chair. “It looks like she’s treated you well, the cut on your head is healing nicely.”
You stare at him, face contorted as you struggle to dig through your mind for his name, a significant memory, anything.
“Are you alright?” He asks.
“I’m sorry.” You murmur, beginning to shake your head.
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your fault. They suspect it was rebels from the districts that placed the bombs.”
“That’s not why I’m apologizing.” You say, “The veterinarian…” You grit your teeth, you just heard her name. “Peacescape, that’s it. Doctor Peacescape diagnosed me with some amnesia disorder due to the concussion. She tried to get me admitted to the hospital but the um… the head doctor for the Games denied her requests.”
The boy has visibly paled. “You don’t remember anything?”
“I mean, I remember some.” Your eyes drift away, to the empty desk to the left, where your tribute partner should be. “There’s a lot of gaps in between.” You look back at him. “I know you’re my mentor, but I don’t know your name. And I know that the boy I came here with ran away in the bombing, but there’s no picture of him in my mind.”
His head has lowered, staring down at the sandwich. He doesn’t say anything for a long minute, thinking to himself. You reach as far as the handcuffs will allow you, which isn’t much. Still, you’re able to place a couple fingers on top of one of his hands.
“Peacescape said you mean something to me. I don’t think she was referring to the fact that you’re my mentor.”
He breathes out, defeated. “I used to live in District Two. Me, you and Marcus went to grade school together.” 
Your eyebrows draw in, waiting for there to be a hint of a memory. “Marcus?”
“The boy that escaped.” He says.
“And what’s your name?” 
“Sejanus Plinth.” 
A part of you wishes that the memories would suddenly flood in at the mention of his name. Like the dozens of times before, there is no reaction, nothing magically clicks. It sits there, at the front of your mind, where it’ll stay for the next few hours until its spotlight is gone. Then, it’ll fade like everything else.
“Sejanus, I’m sure we’re great friends.” You tell him.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/n). You shouldn’t be here.” He’s back to holding on to your fingers, tears appearing in his eyes. “You and Marcus should be at home.”
“There’s nothing we can do about it now.” You shake your head. “How far are we into the process?”
A tear slides down his cheek, he wipes it away. “Dr. Gaul has approved the sponsorship program, so we need to get you support from the Capitol.”
You nod, “That’s vaguely familiar.”
“Well, they’re still doing the interviews for that, it’s on a voluntary basis now, so it’s no longer required.” He sighs. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
“I feel like I don’t have much of a choice. If that’s a factor that’ll help me win, I should do it.” You press your lips together. “Did I have any ideas?”
“You said you wanted to gain sympathy by telling them about your sick sister.” Sejanus murmurs.
“My sister is sick? Which one?” You ask.
“You didn’t say.” He says.
You tilt your head back, looking at the balcony above. You could honestly scream from how stupid this is. It makes no sense, how could you forget a detail that important? Or the fact that your mom is dead? Why is this happening to you?
“I’ll think of something else.” You tell him, closing your eyes. “I can’t use that anymore because I don’t remember.”
“It’s okay, (Y/n), you don’t have to.” Sejanus says.
A whistle is blown, you jump in the chair, yanking your hands toward your head to cover, but they don’t even make it halfway before the cuffs dig into your skin harshly, halting the movement. You squeeze your eyes shut as your hands begin to tremble.
A hand is placed on your arm, squeezing your shoulder. “You don’t have any pockets, so you need to put the sandwich in your shirt somewhere. I’m out of time.”
You breathe out shakily, leaning into the table to hook a finger around the inside of your shirt. “If you can wedge it there.”
He does, and no matter how hard you jostle, it keeps in place, giving you hope that it’ll make it back to the zoo enclosure. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He says, getting to his feet. “Okay?”
You have to force yourself to nod, raising your head. He doesn’t move from where he stands, waiting for your confirmation. “Okay.” You breathe.
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nisuna · 4 months
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ok but what about choso x yuji x reader??
I'm on the floor salivating rip me🪦🤤🤤🥵 I LOVE IT (and you for making me think of one of the best scenarios ever😈😫❤) Gaaahhh♡
Thank you for your take!!<3
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TW: double penetration, vaginal and anal sex, Choso has a big brother kink you can't convince me otherwise, makes you call him Nii-chan, Choso-nii, nii-san even tho you're not related, yuji and him are brothers tho!, nipple play, reader has a big ol dump truck, consensual groping, name calling, hair pulling, lube and anal fingering, tit sucking, spit, boob guy in the front ass guy in the back 😋
So here's the thing: Yuji and you knew each other since you were little, you even called Choso big brother due to that. And you couldn't lie that you had a bit of a crush on Choso, because he was a few years older than you two, typical stuff you know. But here it comes, as time went on and Yuji got older you noticed him getting manlier and more handsome?? And you definitely did notice when he started to get bigger. I'm talkin big arms, buff chest, toned abs. He could throw you around with ease if he wanted to and you began to notice his physical superiority over you. Not gonna lie it made you weak in the knees.
However, you were now in a moral dilemma, as you were crushing on two different guys at the same time and it was definitely about time, that you sorted those feelings out. What you didn't notice tho, was that they also paid attention to you when your breasts swelled and hips widened. The way they wanted to touch your soft squishy thighs and plump ass.
Choso was a boob guy and Yuji loved ass, so when you blurted out one night that you want to fuck both of them to see who you liked better, they knew exactly which position to try.
"Will you be okay?"
"Don't worry, I can take you both."
"In a fight, right?"
"Definitely not."
Choso was on his back with you straddling him and Yuji was perfectly slotted in from behind. As Choso was busying himself with your tits, Yuji prepped you pouring a generous blob of lube on his fingers and circling your asshole gently, not pushing in yet.
"It's a bit cold and it might feel a little weird at first, but I promise I'll make you feel good."
"Mmhh.. 's fine how bad could it possibly be ah-", you yelped as Choso put one of your hardened nipples in his mouth twisting the other one with his fingers. "I'll try to distract her."
"Alright, relax for me.", with that he slowly inserted his finger in your ass. He definitely didn't lie about it feeling weird and it stung a bit. "You still with me?"
"Mhm", you tried to hide your discomfort, which only made you clamp down on his finger harder.
"Want to take a break?", he asked while slipping his finger out, rubbing your ass in comforting circles.
"Noo 's fine I can take it. Give me more."
"Okay, I got you. You good down there Nii-san?"
Choso reluctantly pulled his face out of your tits sucking in a deep breath. "Never better", he stated going right back in to groping and sucking. The chill atmosphere helped you relax a bit as you arched your back to spread your ass for better access.
After Yuji deemed you stretched enough he poured some of the lube onto his dick stroking it. "You ready?", he questioned and as soon as you gave them the okay they sank their cocks into your ass and pussy respectively. During, you all let out embarassing moans making you giggle.
"Now please fuck me stupid."
"Aye."
With that they picked up the pace rutting their hips into you.
"Shit you're so tight. Feels like you're suffocating me. You feelin' good?"
"Yes, so good.", you mewled out slurring the next part as you felt your tongue loll out. "I'm so full. I can feel you in my tummy. Please harder." As you were saying that Choso latched his mouth onto your neck, making sure to leave a mark.
"Which one of us do you like better huh? Who's fucking you better?"
"I dunno, both so good!"
"You gotta decide, sweetheart. Besides, you liked me first right, you like your Nii-chan a lot right? I know you do. You're dripping all over my cock, coiling around me nicely."
GAH. Your mind was spinning both making you feel good so differently, how were you supposed to decide?
"Hey!", Yuji brought you back with a spank to your ass, the tingling sensation making you moan. "Pay attention to me too. You like me too right?", he sulked. But before you could answer any of them Choso pulled you into a sloppy kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You whined into the kiss, spit dribbling down your chin from how messy it was. You were at a loss of words as they both fucked into you harder, trying to prove themselves. And in the meantime all you could do was mewl pathetically and let them have their way with you.
"You'll definitely choose me if I make you cum."
"Nuh-uh me first."
"Too late, little brother." Choso was already snaking his hand between your legs finally paying attention to your neglected clit. You squirmed at the contact pressing your ass against Yuji, who took that as a sign to speed up.
You felt so full, your mind fuzzy as they both continued to plow into you. You didn't even notice when you came with a silent scream of Yuji's name. His ego was boosted as he pulled your hair and made you look at him.
"That's it, that's a good girl. 'M gonna fill your tight ass up, gonna cum until you can't take it anymore" your pleas drove him right over the edge as he came inside pulling on your hair even harder, breathing heavy as he bottomed out. Your scalp stung after he finally let go of your hair, pulling out of you. As you felt his cum spill out of you, you directed your attention back to a sulking Choso.
"Want your cum too Choso-Nii, pretty please.", how cruel must someone be to say no to you while you looked so pretty and fucked out. Of course he will give you his cum, anything you want. And as he too pulled out after stuffing you to the brim, out you felt like you were gonna pass out, feeling sticky and sweaty.
Yuji was already there cleaning you up with a warm, wet towel as you opened your eyes sighing contently.
"Have you made up your mind yet?"
After all that you definitely wouldn't be able to decide. Yet.
"Will need a second round of testing to finalise.", you hummed basking in the attention they were giving you.
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rambheem-is-real · 3 months
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Saiga Okadu, Sainyam Okadu
A Salaar fic
pairing: Varadeva
warnings: mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts
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Varadha stares in despair as he watches the truck cross the gates of Khansaar, taking with it the boy that had been Varadha’s entire world for the past few years. 
A part of him wants to run after him, screaming to all who can hear, Come back! I need you here! 
But Varadha knows this is for the best. His own father had sent men to kill Deva and his mother, and had already killed Dhaara. There was no telling what his father would do to Deva after realizing that Varadha had given up precious land for him. Not that Varadha regretted that action, he would have given up anything if it meant Amma and Deva could live. 
It’s okay, he’ll be safe now, he tries to tell himself, but he can’t stop the tears from falling as he gets into his car. He barely registers the driver starting the journey back home as it finally hits that his Deva is gone. 
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“Why did you give up the land?” 
Varadha has never been more afraid, yet angry at his father. There’s nothing he can say that won’t implicate Deva, and there’s nothing he can say to get himself out of this situation. So he goes with the tactic he uses whenever Deva isn’t with him. The weight of silence gives him relief. 
“Why won’t you answer?” Raja Mannar looks like he’s reached his last straw, and Varadha is proven right when pain suddenly explodes on his cheek, and he reels back from the blow, dropping to his knees. He keeps his eyes on the ground in front of him, and stays just like that, unmoving.
Eventually Raja Mannar calls guards to throw him out of the court. 
“Varadharaja Mannar has given up all of his rights to be a Dora, and to be a member of this family,” Varadha hears his father proclaim to the audience behind him as he’s dragged out. 
Good riddance, he thinks.
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At first, Varadha tried to pretend he was above engaging with his brothers. Rudra was relentless in his insults, and many others in the court soon followed Rudra. 
It’s okay, it’s only for a few more years, Varadha thinks. He knows it’s not true, but he has to stay strong. He doesn’t have Deva anymore, but he can do it. He’s a survivor. Varadha has been fighting his family all his life, from even before he met Deva. He can do it again.
The years pass.
It’s okay, Varadha thinks as he gets hot tea dumped on him from a shopowner that he realized too late was a friend of Ranga’s. 
It’s okay, Varadha thinks as he is made to stand with his arms crossed in the hot sun, waiting for Rudra to let him go. 
It’s only for a few more years, Varadha thinks as he tears his gaze away from his gun, and closes his eyes. His fingers shake with the effort to keep the muzzle away from his own temple. He can’t. They can beat him, they can humiliate him, but they can’t take away his dignity. Not yet, anyway. And besides, what would happen to Baachi if Varadha wasn’t there? His darling little brother, part of a group of very few people that genuinely cared about him, and the only remnant of his birth mother. Varadha had made himself a bigger target on purpose so Baachi would be relatively safe, but he has no delusions that his cruel brothers wouldn’t hesitate to tear Baachi apart with Varadha gone. 
He throws the gun away, hears it shatter against the walls of his room, and thinks about a boy he had once loved. A boy that had sheltered Varadha from all of this, a boy that had made Varadha hope for a better life, even for the very throne of Khansaar. That boy is gone. 
You could call him back, a traitorous voice whispers in his head. He promised to come back, for you. 
No. Deva was his savior, his best friend. It was because of Varadha’s family that Deva’s own had been torn apart. Deva had protected Varadha, and now Varadha would do the same for Deva. He didn’t need to come back, could live in peace with Amma wherever he was. 
Is he happy? Varadha thinks. He hopes so. If he is, then all of this is worth it. 
-
Raja Mannar had left. 
Varadha didn’t care much for anything, these days. He was paying attention to the politics of the court, of course, but nothing else interested him. Oftentimes he heard Baachi scolding him for not waking up early enough in the morning, or forgetting to take meals, but in his defense the days had started to blend together. Varadha didn’t think he was capable of feeling strong emotions at this point, and he supposed that’s what happened when you lived in a constant state of anxiety and fear for a few decades. At some point there’s nothing your enemies can do to surprise you.
And that’s exactly when they surprised him. 
Varadha tried to fight, he really did. But Rudra, Ranga, and the others outnumbered Varadha and his men almost twenty to one. As he was forced onto his knees, and Rudra’s calloused hands gripped his nose ring, Varadha thought this was the end. At least he was going with Baachi and the people that had stayed loyal to him. If this was his death, then be it. 
He had not expected the ringing of the Khansaar bell, the ceasefire announcement, or the slight disappointment he had felt at realizing his last few days alive would be spent trying not to die like a sheep. 
Varadha wanted to cry. 
Well, I can still feel sadness, a small part of him thinks. 
Not for himself, of course. But he had always wanted Baachi to be spared. Who could protect him now?
He thinks again of the boy who had protected Varadha as a child. 
Deva… could help Baachi. 
No, he had already decided to keep Deva away from Khansaar. 
But Baachi would live. 
Varadha sighs, feeling the weight of all the years he spent alive. He had no other choice, then. 
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Varadha walks into the mechanic shop, not knowing what to expect. 
He recognizes who he came for immediately. 
Although Deva has grown, Varadha can still see the confident manner in which the other man carries himself, the broad shoulders that Varadha had thrown his arm over countless times, the care with which he handles whatever tools he’s using. 
Maybe he doesn’t even remember you. Maybe he’s so much better off here. 
Varadha’s stomach clenches, but he pushes past the fear. A memory comes to him, of a young Deva touching a live wire just to get Varadha his nose ring back, and he trusts that Varadha meant to Deva what Deva meant, and still means, to Varadha. 
His heart won’t calm down no matter what he tries, so he just ignores the nerves. He takes a deep breath. 
“Deva!” he calls. 
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tags: @mad-who-ra @sada-siva-sanyaasi @deadloverscity @just-a-lazy-person @sambaridli
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ryuichirou · 5 months
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I had a dream I was in a classroom with a bunch of twst characters and I have to squeeze their asses, so I grab Rook’s butt and I am greeted with a handful of the dumpiest dump truck of an ass to ever exist!
Then I get go get a handful of Trey’s ass, and it is a gloriously muscular butt!
I thought you might get a kick out of my brain headcanoning twst butts, and, honestly, I just needed someone else to know this information.
The dreams our Anons are having are honestly something else. But this is what twst does to people’s minds, so I can’t blame you, Anon 🫠 Everything is twst boys’ butts, and nothing hurts. You’ve also picked such good characters to grab butts of, well, not safety-wise, but butt-wise. Good taste.
Honestly it’s a good question. I think we’ve had this conversation with Katsu several times, but every time it ends with “Yana gives everyone flat asses anyway :( “. Still, let’s fantasize a little bit…
Riddle – an almost nonexistent butt. It’s kiiiind of there, but barely. It’s obviously quite small, but surprisingly? Also quite soft. It’s a very cute butt, but he would hate it if you said that to him.
Ace – eh, just a regular butt? Nothing too special. If google isn’t lying to me, basketball mostly activates the muscles of your upper body, so while Ace is very toned in general, he has more “meat” up there.
Now, someone who does track and field  would have his glutes muuuch more developed. What I’m saying is that Deuce has a very nice butt. It’s not too big, but it’s definitely bigger than Ace’s.
Trey’s butt isn’t super huge but it’s noticeable. It’s round and a little soft, but there’s still probably some muscles there lol
Cater is someone who wouldn’t have a big and noticeable butt, but on some photos it would look big enough for him to write a cringy description for it when he posts the picture on magicam lol
Leona – probably a noticeable round butt. Soft when he sleeps, hard as rock when he’s awakened because someone just touched his butt.
Jack – once again, track and field! He probably has the biggest butt, it’s super meaty and impressive. And the tail just brings more attention to it lol
Ruggie – bones 😔 Feed him more
Azul – as someone who owns a beautiful aniplex Azul figurine, I can say with certainty: the butt is flat   And Azul does a lot to keep it that way. It isn’t as boney as Ruggie though, of course, and is quite nicely toned and muscular. The muscles just aren’t as noticeable.
Jade and Floyd – hmmm, the tweel butts are big, but also not that perky. They have more “volume” in their chest region and also have wide shoulders, so the tweel butts don’t look as huge when you don’t look at them specifically to check them out. They do look nice in their dorm uniform pants though.
Kalim – a small one, not very impressive. For some reason, Jamil’s butt is bigger, even though Kalim eats more and exercises less often. Jamil also breaks the basketball rule, but maybe it’s because he also dances.
Vil – perfection I mean,,, Vil’s butt looks exactly how he wants it to look, not an inch smaller or bigger. In general, he has a noticeable, but not big butt. It looks round, is soft, but also super muscular. He could break a magic pen with his cheeks if he had nothing better to do. I like to call Vil’s butt a “yoga butt” lol
Rook – bigger than one would expect, definitely bigger than Vil’s. He spends a lot of time hiding in bushes, so his leg muscles are something else lol as we also know from Yana’s words, Rook is heavier than Trey, so there is some beefcakey bullshit going on under his robes. It’s honestly a testament to his amazing hiding skills that no one in NRC has noticed his butt yet.
Epel – small, but actually quite bouncy butt. Not a lot bigger than Riddle’s…
Idia – Bones… the bone king himself 😭 and yet, his butt gets nervously tighter adorably if you poke his cheek with your finger.
Ortho – he also barely has a butt. A small and hard robo-butt. Tragic. Maybe his niisan will build a nice one for him if he asks! Idia definitely spends more time thinking about thighs than butts lol
Silver – a gorgeous butt. Round, squishable, he has strong muscles and yet he’s usually very relaxed and soft. Lilia is proud of Silver’s butt, as if he has anything to do with the way it looks.
Sebek – a big and meaty boy. Heavy. Not as big as Jack, but pretty close. Sebek definitely killed someone with the sheer strengths his butt once because he wasn’t careful while turning. But it’s completely their fault! It’s definitely not as soft as one would expect it to be….
Lilia – it’s as if…as if it’s not even there. He used to have a bigger butt when he was younger; these days it’s just… flat lol but Lilia knows his angles and poses, so he can trick you into thinking that he has a cute butt if he wanted to!
Malleus – another quite gorgeous one. It’s a butt that no one ever sees, but it’s also quite legendary. And, in contrast to Sebek, it’s quite softer than one would expect it to be. Also quite pale and tender.
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potbellied-pup · 3 months
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“…wait, you like me being fat? You want me to get even bigger??…well then! I suppose you wouldn’t mind bringing me some more donuts, then?~”
A potbellied pupper who’s eager to please her mayor.
MAIN NOTES
-fat/weight gain RP
-not opposed to NSFW/sex RP
-minors DNI
-fairly literate, somewhat picky
-no art is mine unless stated otherwise
MUSE INFO
Isabelle has always had a bad habit of stress-eating and idle snacking, but when she took on the job of being the village’s secretary, a rather sedentary position, her waistline practically exploded. She suddenly found herself with a huge, bouncy potbelly, a plump pair of boobs, a double-wide dump truck that got stuck in doorways from time to time, a pair of chubby cheeks that made her look extra adorable, and upper arms big enough that you’d need both your hands to wrap around them.
Isabelle is usually rather shy about her weight, being a tad embarrassed of her corpulent figure that her outfits could never even dream of covering, but when she’s in the presence of her precious mayor, she suddenly gains an air of confidence and flirtatiousness, proudly showing off her blubbery assets. She’ll very often ask her coworkers if they’ve got any snacks to share…even though she always has a massive snack stash in her office. If you walk in on Isabelle while she’s working, she’ll always be idly snacking on something, if she isn’t full-on gorging herself on the job.
When it comes to intimacy, Isabelle typically only has the hots for her mayor, but she’s open to fooling around with anyone who gives her enough snacks. Turns out, the way to a woman’s heart is food. If Isabelle is feeling particularly brave, she and her partner might get up to some indecent activities in the office when no one is looking~
KINKS
Main kinks: fat, weight gain, stuffing, burping, force feeding, messy eating, laziness, body worship, sweating, musk, immobility/mobility struggles, blob, fat speak, vore, farting, unkemptness, musk/body odor
Maybes: vomit, minor health issues, darker themes
No-nos: piss/scat, popping, underage, death
PLEASE NOTE
I am somewhat selective with who I RP with. I value at least a bit of literacy, and also not constantly spamming me with requests to RP. Spamming me makes me less likely to want to RP with you. I’m also busy a lot of the time. I’m a college student with ADHD. Be patient if I don’t respond immediately. Thank you.
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grimmmviewing · 26 days
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S1E9: “Of Mouse And Man”—A (Watched 2/29/24)
“It’s people’s lives falling apart—What’s left when the good times are over. It’s the death of dreams.” – Hank, doing his best True Detective impression, describing a junk shop
My feelings about this episode of Grimm evolved very much like how they did for “Game Ogre,” with a sense that it just got better over the course of the runtime. The difference is that “Of Mouse And Man” has noticeably fewer issues that ultimately undermine its more interesting aspects for me. Further, while “Game Ogre” has noteworthy elements that mostly work within the full context of the series—and this episode does have some of those too—“Of Mouse And Man” also tells its own more complete and compelling fairy tale story using the fantasy and procedural elements, similar to “Bears Will Be Bears” and “Let Down Your Hair,” which is what pushes it even higher.
It starts with just some competent little bits of execution, like the tense opening scene with its orange and sickly green lighting, which is a sort of signature color scheme for the series. There’s a shot from inside the dumpster where the body du jour is… dumped that has the lid closing at night and then, without an obvious cut, opening again on daylight and a garbage truck.
Hints of mouse-ish-ness in an episode about mouse people are also seeded consistently throughout: Both the Marty and Natalie roles feel like they were cast looking for actors with a somewhat mouse-like appearance, and the Natalie character’s last name is even “Haver” “straw,” but she’s not actually a Wesen and is a symbolic rather than literal mouse. There’s an exchange between Nick and Juliette at one point where he calls raccoons “rodents,” which Juliette argues is untrue and says “We’re all mammals here.” As a second body is being dragged to a second dumpster, we see a sign on said dumpster literally depicting a mouse. During the climactic engagement with Marty at his junk shop, there’s a large doorway that looks very much like a giant traditional mouse hole, with the ragged edges along the wall as if it were chewed.
When Marty is really finally feeling himself and he takes Natalie out to dinner, he says, “You got to think bigger, Natalie. The only thing that’s holding you back is you,” which is fun dramatic irony since he’s obviously talking about himself too (or even primarily).
The choice to have each of Marty’s victims briefly turn into his father is a fun visual twist that starts so subtly that I wasn’t even sure what I was seeing. I noticed that the first victim’s face looked different at one point in the opening, but then I thought it must have just been some quirk of the lighting or something when the corpse looked normal later. It becomes more obvious and prominent as the episode goes on, culminating in Marty seeing that same face on every man at the restaurant where his final breakdown begins. This scene ends up being genuinely unsettling in a way the show’s fleeting horror elements often aren’t. It doesn’t feel like an original concept, but the way it builds all episode is very nice and works well. That Marty ultimately becomes abusive toward Natalie—a woman he wanted to save from domestic violence initially—and then sees himself as his father in the junk shop mirrors during his standoff with Nick and Hank just makes for such a satisfyingly complete-feeling arc.
“I know who you are,” Nick says to a felled Marty, by which he means a Wesen, but Marty is too far gone to understand and takes it more generally, tragically: “Oh, no, you don’t. Nobody does. Nobody knows me.”
“At least I know who you are,” Juliette says to Nick as well at the end. Which is more dramatic irony, perhaps in more than one way at once, since A) she’s doesn’t, actually, and B) it echoes that earlier line that we heard but she didn’t.
It’s just all really good! The domestic violence is described but not depicted, which makes this not as queasy (in maybe a bad way) as it could have been. And there are still other fun details or elements as well, like a chatty landlord character and especially like Juliette doing her own little investigation into who’s spying on her house and Monroe ending up in a surprise B/C plot that ultimately affirms his own agency as well—that he will continue working with Nick because he wants to and not because he’s been pressed into it. If there’s a negative in there somewhere, they probably could have explicitly connected Juliette’s extreme vigilance and desire to protect herself and Nick back to Oleg Stark attacking them in their home in the previous episode to make this feel more powerfully like character development for her.
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darcymariaphoster · 11 months
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Any characters, Mermaid AU where one character finds the mermaid character while fishing and has to secretly take care of them?
Hi! So, I uh, delayed on this long enough that I have actually written this for mer-May. Thank you so much for this prompt! I had a bit of fun with this one, and so I have to break it into two parts. Here is the first part!
Hope it's worth the wait! ❤
(Minor warning: There is a lot of swearing.)
It’s half past one in the morning and Tino is beyond annoyed at this point as he drags his…catch up the hill towards his home. He’s honestly not sure how he ended up with the creature he did, why the hell he’s hauling it up to his house of all places? But that’s just his luck. 
His job requires him to go check on reservoirs, make sure the pipes are still good for irrigation nearby. This one had had reports of clogging, and that the farmers who relied on the reservoir weren’t getting the water that they needed. So off Tino had gone, inspecting the pipes and watching the waters. At first, nothing seemed to be amiss and he thought he’d been sent on a job for laughs. And then he saw the fin. This giant fish fin, just out in the middle of the reservoir, where the biggest fish were no bigger than his foot. 
“What the hell,” he’d muttered and gone back to his truck to see what he could find to attempt to, well, catch this thing. He’s always been prepared for little things, but this was clearly beyond his paygrade. Still, he managed to find an old (and rather pathetic looking) net buried in the back of his truck bed and fought to untangle it as he made his way back down to the water. 
Tino hadn’t had high expectations for what he was going to find. In fact, he was really anticipating some sort of prank from the locals as he tossed his net in and sat down on the shore. The last thing he expected was a fucking merman to get caught up in his net. The miserable thing had surfaced tangled in the mess of a net, his expression very mopey and unhappy. Tino stared at him long and hard for several minutes as the merman struggled to make his way towards him, motioning for him to remove the net by pushing his hand up and tugging at it.
He’d heard of merpeople before, of course. Who hadn’t? But he’d grown up thinking they were like the “Little Mermaid”, and the top half wasn’t so…fishy? He was a rather washed out murky blue, and he clearly had gills on either side of his neck, which he was mindful of and continued to sink beneath the water’s surface after just a few moments above it. His eyes were this unnatural blue-green that were so deep, they appeared almost black when the sun hit his face just right. The kicker was the stupid fin, also tangled up in the net and very clearly attached to the man in front of him. 
And after the initial shock of having a merman in front of him, the panic set in. What the ever-living fuck was he supposed to do with a merman? He couldn’t call his boss -- he’d be laughed at. He couldn’t just leave the thing here -- he was causing problems, and he wasn’t supposed to be there. How did he get there anyway? He assumed the flooding that had happened recently; maybe he had come in with the rising rivers or something. Maybe someone really had tried to prank the town after finding him and dumped him here. All he knew was that the merman was not supposed to be there, and he could not stay there.
So Tino had hauled his net to the shore and dragged the merman up to where he could reach him and deal with the net. He had no idea what he was supposed to do at that point, just that he needed to get this thing out of the reservoir and somewhere else. But the thing clearly couldn’t breathe above water, and he didn’t want it to just die. It was a mess and a lot of work to get the merman back into the water but still within reach, and get the bed of his truck lined and filled with enough water that the merman could partially submerge himself and wouldn’t suffocate. By the time he’d gotten everything figured out and finished, and hauled the merman into the truck, the sun was starting to set. He’d untangled him from the net and climbed into the driver’s seat, taking a moment to sit there and realise that he had a merman in his truck. What is he supposed to do with him? 
So he does what any haggard, overworked person would do when they are overwhelmed -- he takes the damn thing home. 
And here we find him hauling the merman up the hill to the back of his apartment building, the merman wrapped in the tarp he’d used to line his truck bed, with water steadily leaking out. His apartment building is on a hill, sure, but he’s so grateful that his actual apartment is on the ground level. 
Tino is all sorts of sore and annoyed as he manages to smuggle the merman into his apartment and to the bathroom, where he drops the tarp and starts filling the bathtub with water. He doesn’t wait for the tub to fill all the way before he helps the merman into the tub. Luckily, the creature seems eager to get back into a decent level of water and does his best to help Tino rather than hinder and so it doesn’t take them long before he’s laying on the bottom of the tub, happily letting the water run over his head. 
Tino sinks to the ground, watching him and contemplating his next move. He doesn’t really have one. He’ll have to move him when it’s dark. But move him where? Is this thing freshwater or saltwater? Merpeople are supposed to be myths so is he going to get into trouble for keeping one in his bathroom? He rubs his face tiredly, groaning under his breath and banging his head on the wall behind him. He doesn’t get paid enough for this.
“Why did you take me from the water?” the merman suddenly asks and Tino starts rather violently, looking at him with wide eyes. He’s still mostly under the water, though he’s moved so that he’s on his stomach, his fin now under the faucet. 
The tub is full enough that he’s probably going to have a mess to clean up later, so he moves to turn the water off before he answers, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. “It wasn’t safe there.” And he had been causing problems, but something tells him that the merman probably would care less about that. 
He tilts his head in consideration as he watches Tino move to lean against the wall again, his eyes a bit brighter. “Am I safe here?” He keeps his mouth and nose below the water’s surface, and yet Tino can hear him perfectly. 
Yeah, sure. He has no idea. Even if he’s safe, is he comfortable? Probably not, if he had to guess. “Safer, for now,” he settles on answering. They’re quiet for a bit, and Tino decides that he’s probably a freshwater merman. What a fucking weird thing to think. “Do you have a name?” he finally asks, shifting slightly to look at him easier. 
The creature stares at him unblinkingly for an uncomfortably long time, and he stays perfectly still -- not a single ripple interrupts the water. “I suppose Mads,” he finally replies and Tino starts again, grimacing this time as he rubs the back of his head. “I’ve heard it here and there, and I think you can say it.”
“I’m Finnish, complicated names aren’t that hard, usually,” Tino retorts, though he doesn’t think that the merman had actually been trying to be rude. And then, he huffs, adding, “My name is Tino.” Mads makes a sound that’s akin to laughter, bubbles carrying the sound to the surface of the water. “How did you even get there? Where am I supposed to take you?” 
He has to think of a better way to transport him, too, because that was such a pain. “I… Don’t know?” Mads replies, his brow furrowing in thought. “I got caught in a current…” It’s a strange thing to say, but Tino gets this idea that Mads had been uncertain, a little frightened by the new place he’d found himself. But he doesn’t express this, and Tino doesn’t know how he gets that idea. 
He’d been right, however -- the rains must have caused the river to overflow into the reservoir. So, he thinks, it stands to reason that he should just be able to take Mads back to the other end of that river and he’d be able to swim his happy ass back home. But, like, in a couple of days because his muscles are already aching from this first adventure. He just has to keep this thing occupied and safe until he can get a better idea of how to transport him. He runs a hand through his hair and says decisively, “I need to go to bed. Please don’t make too much of a mess.” 
Mads lurches up, peering over the side of the tub as half the water sloshes out. Yeah, like that. Holy fuck. Tino scrambles up and starts pulling towels out of cabinets to dump on the floor in a feeble attempt to clean it up. Another good reason to be on the ground floor. “Is this the biggest water space you have?” Mads asks, a slight strain in his voice. He’s definitely uncomfortable… 
“I’m sorry,” Tino says, pausing in his stomping on the towels. “It is… I’ll come up with some way to move you tomorrow.” Okay, so he doesn’t get a couple of days. He gets one. Which means he really needs to get some sleep. Mads doesn’t say anything, and instead sinks back under the water. Tino sighs and turns on the faucet to get the level back up again. “I guess I can only ask that you try not to splash too much water on the floor?”
It feels a bit unfair to ask, as Mads’ tail is sticking well above the surface. If he had to guess, he was a few inches…taller? Longer? Than himself, and Tino never fit in that bathtub comfortably. “Okay,” Mads mumbles, and Tino turns the faucet off before heading out. “Sun off?”
Tino pauses, registering the question and glances over his shoulder at him. “The light?” He flicks the switch and Mads hums contentedly. Tino shakes his head as he goes to his room to change. He has a merman in his bathtub. 
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cyberaxolotl · 1 year
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grumpuses who are fat because fuck you
First of all Eggabell. she’s literally an egg thats her thing. her thing is that she’s egg shaped. her body shape is round and she is fat
Next! Beffica. Shes fat but in an hourglass way, big hips and lower belly and a lot of breast but god snatched her in the waist. not unnatural looking but theres definitely a dip there. also she probably has the biggest body weight:height ratio of all of them (she eats when she’s stressed to relax) so
Cromdo. smelly man is fat except im not calling him it as an insult because i respect fat people. i will insult him for everything else though
Gramble! He’s a plump boy. Has a lot of belly and probably man boobs too
Floofty. theyve got a pear shape to them, bigger around the hips/thighs and lower belly and then shaping up around the top. you cant tell me theyre skinny theyre fat fuck you
Snorpy is skinny-fat? He’s got a very lanky frame and his limbs are small but he’s very wide around the torso anD THE FUCKING. DUMP TRUCK
Clumby’s fat too because garfield duh
AND NOW. ONE THAT I ACTUALLY DONT PERSONALLY HAVE
Filbo? i know a lot of people see Filbo as either fat or just tubby in a way but i can only think of him as scrawny and pathetic so let me know what you guys think
anyways i made this post because. i dont know why. out of pure bitter spite for people who draw them ALL super skinny and shit DRAW THEM CHUBBY N FAT N SHIT!! LEARN!!! FUCKING DO IT AAA
Its five in the morning i havent slept. Bye
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amphiptere-art · 1 year
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Hi I'm Amphithere_Art and I love drawing. I'm using this website as motivation to improve my skills.
Asks are open
Current hyperfiction. The sun and moon show. Below is either things I'll be updating constantly or stuff I look at constantly.
Warning, I am not afraid to swear.
Important refs- RBB, CC, EC, ITTBAG, offshoot references, DH, SMOA, Crimble, SSC, LL, BM, sundown, CE, etc
Everybody's height chart
Everybody's pronouns
Big list of characters/worlds
Here is a link to all my stories, events, and info posts
Crossover Canon
Nicknames
Size chart
Sticks and stones
Magic system
The locked door lore
Dragon culture and history
Just for convenience more convenience
Doodle ideas
My dumping ground here @amphiptereartdump
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Lore/story au's
Most of these are heavy in story. Asks concerning the story will be more received. And will be drawn with story in mind. (Might receive written stories)
mechanical medic AU-Ralph the repair dragon works as a moving parts and service. But is haunted by 3 fragmented souls of mechanics that died in the Plex. Sun n Moon struggle to get the medical mechanic animatronic to leave them alone.
Rusty wheels-a apocalypse au were a nanite Afton virus infects the world. It's cyberpunk with a rustic feel. Y/N has a big truck sized motorcycle thing and finds sun n moon. And drags them in their attempts of adventure and survival.
Warehouse AU-after the fire story were the dca, Freddy, DJ, foxy and Bonnie are moved to a big werehouse (owned by a y/n) is modified into a mini Plex (honestly more like a side road arcade that's bigger). And the dca has to relearn how to function with the band.
purrfect thief-you are a shape-shifting cat. You work with The gang Lord Eclipse but live as a house cat with the detectives Sun and Moon. You are an informant with the spiders web. A info company owned by DJ. Life has been simple and happy. But on the horizon a pack of dogs is ready to ruin that simple life.
saving waves-a sun n moon mer story. Were sun n moon were once in our lab/mer fighting facility. They are saved by a rehab facility and have to learn how to be normal Mer again. Also following the other side of the family. Who are trying to get pesky humans to stay out of their wild waters.
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Ask based au's
These aus are very open to ask. Most of them have no more than a basic story. They will be drawn more frequently with asks.
red, blue, and black-a SAMS AU where suns kill code merge with him and Moon is attempts to control his kill code makes two AI but fails. computer takes over and creates eclipse with those two AI. Eclipse then has to figure out how to keep his family together.
Cryptid eater-a Sun and Moon are Hunters story but you are a creature that eats vampires and werewolves and things like such. And the story takes place with you trying to convince them that you're on their side.
warehouse daycare-a version of the warehouse AU where it's only sun n moon. The werehouse is smaller and they grow a closer relationship with y/n and a emotional support cat.
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Art doodle au's
These a use are mostly created out of the will to draw something fun.
Stop you silly siren-suns a tired Pirate. moons a silly siren. Eclipse is an angry sea captain. Popped in my head. want to see were it leads.
Star foolery-basic place for me to draw the dca in different situations. no major story but has lore. does occur during after and before in dca history
Creature dca-a random look for sun n moon. Has flip floped between being and basic non animatronic form to fey creatures that deal with changelings and guardian God entities.
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Story's ive had since childhood.
Most of these stories occur in the same or adjacent universe and are more likely to get to to get drawn due to my familiarity with it.
Shadow wars-Major wars that occurred in the history of dragons. Particularly wars of Shadow dragons versus light dragons. split up into four.
Outsting of the dark(Shadow dragons being misjudged and cast out),
shadons terror(an evil emperor of Shadow dragons taking revenge only to be beaten by family),
falling twins(a family split by different ideals),
the hybrid(a hybrid child that finally solves the war).
chains-The comic series I started as a kid about a wolf and his companions as they travel. Split into three.
The fallen stars(how chains fell out with his best friend),
fleeing revenge(chains fleeing his old friend now enemy),
God war(chains son and others get in a great war over religion and power).
dreamers musing-various stories that take place on "the a locked door". Occurring from dragons, Kings, knights, dinosaurs, animals. anything that comes to mind that uses the same gods.
moss and car-car -a old spinosaurus and a baby Carcharodontosaurus meet up together and decide to live alongside each other. The Old spinosaurus trying to care for a youngster that is not his kind. And the Young therapod running around trying to figure out how to dinosaur correctly. Shenanigans issue.
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meili-sheep · 2 years
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Venti is the ass because Kaeya has none
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WOOHOO
HOOHOO boy.
This got me good. Mostly cause it's right. Honestly, Kaeya is one of those guys who acts like he's got a dump truck but he's a pancake.
But I also want to take a moment to show people this Reddit post. Where someone used Blender to break down the models and compare them. And this imagine
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This is a comparison of Kaeya (the yellow/orange) and Diluc (the black). And you can't tell me Kaeya would brag about having the bigger ass but no. It's Diluc.
And while still, Diluc doesn't have the best peach but he's got the best thighs and no one can tell me otherwise.
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Almost * + Good Day * for Nier/or your choice! (ask game rb’d from icky) ((also you rickrolled me in your carrd rip)).
HAH! SOMEONE HAS FALLEN FOR THE RICK ROLL TRAP! It's all in good fun though, I mostly left that there for people who want to go to my main for reasons pertaining to hate and shit. I'm more open about being a weirdo on here than I am over there. I hope you got a good laugh out of it!
Anyway I once again spun a wheel, because wheel spinny. We're doing Nier and we're doing Konny-koo Kondraki because I misread the first time I read that ask. (I hardly mind, I love info dumping.)
Almost - Nier When or if you were to fight, how hard does it hit your realtionship? Do you sleep seperate, give each other space for a bit before working on it, or do you rush to communicate?
Fights are not common between them. Weisse plays a weirdly good middle man to them, though. The poor Grimoire is too above the argument, you see! His cocky nature ends up assisting things. For Nier and Sanya, he ends up pointing out the obvious absurdity to whatever is going on. Even for larger arguments, Weisse accidentally makes himself very useful.
This usually leads to Nier playing the bigger man. Even if Sanya wants to pout though, these arguments don't last long. I mean, c'mon. Big man, big muscles, he picks you up and says sorry? I don't care if Sanya is a floating cat plush who probably weighs less than Yonah--it still is a nice bonus.
Besides, how can you be mad with Weisse going on and on in the background? They're much more wholesome about this than some of the other ships who've had this question pointed at them.
Good Day - Nier What's the happiest day you've had with your f/o, or what does an ideal day look like?
For once, there's nothing to kill. There's no one to fetch things for. Somehow, Nier has been convinced to sit down for a moment. To breathe. To relax. Sanya gets to use that human form to try out new foods. Weisse gets to quip without having anything to kill. They can sit in the grass, and stare at the clouds... Point out the shapes...
For once, they can breathe.
Almost - Kondraki When or if you were to fight, how hard does it hit your realtionship? Do you sleep seperate, give each other space for a bit before working on it, or do you rush to communicate?
Hoh boy. They don't argue often, but when they do...
Kondraki and Sanya are both going to need space. Sitting opposite to each other, and maybe not even speaking. They 100% hit a point once where Kondraki and Sanya were using like Bright or someone else as a middle man. The "WELL YOU TELL HIM" and "well go TELL FAER" and him standing there like "guys... Please..."
Funnily enough, it's usually Kondraki who comes to approach faer first. It's a bit motivated by the fact that he's one of the more important men keeping faer in faers position (and not in full containment) as a member of staff (as a form of soft containment.) It's a "if I am going through all these hoops for faer, this argument isn't going to sink it" kind of mentality, but it still gets the job done.
Good Day - Kondraki What's the happiest day you've had with your f/o, or what does an ideal day look like?
They steal a truck. They have the day off. They have the most insane time. Maybe they eat on the roof of an Arby's together, watching the lights at night. Maybe they rob a bank and splurge with the spoils.
Whatever it is, it's time to rob heaven blind! Steal from all the gods! Sanya gets up and starts actually singing Alive, and its the kind of night where Kondraki doesn't even stop faer. He's still laughing on the adrenaline anyway. It's not risk-free, but it's not their jobs. It's insanity. It's chaos!
It's just them and the mess they made.
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dizzyonmywizzy · 4 months
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looking for opinions on my goobies fanfiction idea [NSFW 18+ warning]
for those who don’t know, Goobies is a fine piece of media craft that is currently in a top-down auto-shooter game format. but lately I have been wanting to take it to the next level and explore the world provided to us in a bit more depth.
The main characters in our story are Hoozey Woozey, a big dude with a hot bod (literally has a high temperature according to the extremely brief in-game lore) and incredible fisting abilities (strong arms for punching, which even though it isn’t ‘canon’ is his primary fighting style in the story) and Spinky Winky who runs really fast and is capable of rapidly firing out goopy globs with such force that they may as well be bullets.
Other minor characters include Wiggle Woogle, who is effectively Hoozey’s pet and floats around like a a blob of liquid in zero-g. Basically no offensive capabilities. She’s just there to be cute. This is the only character who can’t speak and Dizzy Wizzy, who kinda lurches around like a drunkard and shoot blobs similar to Spinky, but at a much slower speed. Their chemical composition is such that the blobs he shoots with it combust in an explosive manner (I made that up because the game doesn’t explain why the shit he kills explodes)
I also am trying find a way to work Bingus Bongus into the story, but I don’t really know how to fit what’s basically a single big dump-truck ass that primarily attacks by bouncing dat ass around into the story. It’s just a pretty overpowered fighting style, so I wouldn’t know how to make Bingus die with Dizzy Wizzy (whoops spoilers)
Alright, now we get into the actual story bits. It’s just a framework so you all will have to excuse the messiness of the details.
All of our characters live on the same island, which is about to be swarmed with an invasive species of black blobs. No it is not a racial allegory. Take it up with the Goobies developers if you see it that way, you damn racist. Anyway, these guys range from little blobs, to big blobs, to amongus-shaped blobs, to spidery blobs, blobs that are suicide bombers, and boss blobs that we can get to later… basically it’s a whole lot of blobs.
I’m not particularly attached to the characters’ genders. The choices will make more sense once you read the NSFW ending but these guys are blobs, they really don’t even need to be gendered. They don’t even need to be capable of contorting their bodies to have genitals.
Anyway, here’s how the story starts. Hoozey is out with his pet, Wiggle, and just so happens to encounter Spinky while he’s out. I guess they’re just doing their own things. Details are still a work in progress, like I said. They feel like something is off with the amount of aggressive black blobs that they’ve been seeing around lately, and lo and behold they start bouncing out of the ocean en masse.
It’s mostly the weak bitches, and their numbers are nothing to really write home about until a bunch of blobs walking on four legs show up along with this octopus looking motherfucker shows up. I should mention that none of the normal enemies are really any bigger than the main characters. The spider blobs are about the same size as them, as is the octo-blob. It’s at this point the characters realize a serious issue might be arising, and they agree to have the speedy Spinky take Wiggle to safety and call for help from their other friends.
So Hoozey is left on his own to fight the big fuckers and I’m going to make this a cool fight scene. Lots of gory blob action. In game the octopus blob is a mini-boss, and it has this thing it does where it starts sucking you in towards it. All I know for sure is I want it to do this to Hoozey while he’s struggling to hang on to a tree or some shit and eventually let go, using the socking to give himself tons of momentum and fucking slam the octopus into a big mess.
Now comes a boss, Amam, who’s pissed that so many blobs are dying (and is capable of speaking). Amam is a big fucker with epic hair that ass-crashes into the ground to launch projectiles in all directions, and can focus energy into big explosive projectiles.
Hoozey’s kinda getting butt-fucked, but then Spinky shows up with their friend(s). This is where Dizzy Wizzy comes in, and optionally Bingus if you want.
They do some epic shit, killing tons of little minion blobs, spider blobs, and figuring out Hoozey can throw little blobs at Amam for Dizzy to shoot so they explode like grenades. Hoozey does some epic shit where, to finish Amam off, he climbs up on Amam’s face, increases his body temperature (he can control it when he gets really mad) and singes Amam’s eyes out with his burning hot hands while the other characters shoot the shit out of it. Amam explodes into a huge gory (for blobs) mess and the characters convene to have some-post battle dialogue.
Dizzy reveals he sent Wiggle to hide safely in a mountain cave. It’s important to include that they need to go back and get Wiggle or she’s gonna fucking die in there. I don’t want any loose ends by the end of the story like “WHAT HAPPENED TO WIGGLE IS SHE OKAY.” If they die, Wiggle will die.
But the calm doesn’t last long. The sea is dark and churning, and it’s because there’s a massive fucking swarm of blobs, big and small, with a horde of amoguses running headlong at them. They have no choice but to run away and Dizzy is so dumb and slow that he gets totally consumed. The blobs get killed by absorbing things into their bodies, so he’s like getting absorbed by dozens of blobs and screaming horribly. It’s awful.
And here’s where the endings come in. I’m not sure which I want to use yet.
The “canon” and clean ending is this: They run to a mountain at the center of the island, blob army hot at their heels, and eventually get surrounded and die, crying out to each other as they get consumed. It’s an epic and emotional last stand where they fight even though they’re getting fucking annihilated. It’s the bad ending, and is canon cus you literally cannot win in the game. You play until you get overrun and die.
The good ending is as follows.
To escape the horrifying horde, they climb up a very steep cliff face until they can’t anymore and look out over the seemingly endless horde of blobs, still coming out of the ocean yet covering every inch of land on the island. Hoozey and Spinky are scared and know that they have no way out and perhaps an hour at most, as the blobs are climbing on each other World War Z style to try and get up to them. They could fight back, but defeat is inevitable. They confess their love for each other and fornicate. I envision Hoozey using his big strong arms to hold Spinky while he… does the thing, but as an amogus it’s not like Spinky has love handles or anything. Idk.
Now I will tell you that this is an impreg scene. Spinky needs to bear Hoozey’s child. As blobs, they have a very rapid gestation period and Spinky will spawn the child in like 5 minutes mitosis style. All of Hoozey’s - gum? Congeals into a blob inside of Spinky that grows very rapidly, splits off, and continues growing into a blobg that is built like Hoozey, but huge and with super long limbs.
They’re very surprised by the fact that this happened. I guess Spinky didn’t know she was ovulat—globulating? I dunno. They were just banging to enjoy their last minutes but it’s actually gonna save them.
Also the child retains both of their memories and is fully matured in like 5 minutes, ready for battle. Blob biology.
The child does some epic shit where it grabs blobs, now coming over the cliff face and pops them like grapes. Then starts throwing them in bunches into the crowd where they explode epicly, killing thousands. He’s like the beast titan if the beast titan could make everything he threw explode.
Together they dive into the crowd, believing that victory is possible and that they can save their island.
Cliffhanger ending. Do they win? I don’t know, reader, that’s for you to decide.
I am the greatest author of all time. Everyone else can eat shit. I literally made blobs fucking an essential plot point.
Anyway, thoughts ?
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In just four easy steps, sort and organize your new kitchen space!
You would be exhausted from the extremely long and hectic move if you just moved into your new home in Hyderabad. And when you had to immediately move into your new home and reorganize your belongings into each room—the living room, dining room, and complicated kitchen—the struggle must have been intense. However, when you have the round o'clock help from the master packers and movers in Hyderabad with you, arranging your new home and your perplexing kitchen space will not be an issue.
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On the off chance that you are hanging tight for an optimal second or a particular day to take the post-action plans occur, you could wind up wrecked. All things considered, there would be endless boxes and bundles lying to a great extent at your new home - which should be all kept in their ideal spaces. Thus, prior to getting into the readiness of those things, your kitchen space should be prepared with the goal that you can start planning feasts, at any rate. As a rule, kitchen association includes a great deal of errands, and to make the entire cycle consistent and speedy, you can move toward the expert movers who might do that for you, immediately.
Note: For the most part, the trucking organizations give full-range pressing administrations that additionally includes unloading and re-course of action of stuff at your new area. Therefore, in order to make a well-informed choice about your moving partner, review their range of services and request free quotes. Before hiring them for your moving job, you can also get recommendations, read reviews, compare prices, and review their terms and conditions.
However, if you want to finish some of the organizing in your kitchen on your own without the help of a professional, our guide has the best advice on how to do so, which will make it easy for you to handle this difficult task.
How about we start…
Have an arrangement prepared and set up the kitchen
Like some other room plan, your storage space segment likewise needs a very much believed system to be coordinated appropriately. Your storeroom is the main space in your home that holds a great deal of things in various sizes and shapes and needs adequate time and tolerance. Before you begin arranging your cutlery, dishes, plates, glasses, and other utensils, dust the kitchen first.
Wipe the outer layer of the racks, racks, drawers, and cupboards and invest a little energy moving around the kitchen region so to have a thought of your kitchen plan.
Dump and void your containers
Whenever you have chosen where every one of your kitchen things ought to move, begin unloading your crates. Look at the names of the crates to have a thought of the things kept inside. Keep certain packages for the final stage of pantry setup if you are unsure about opening them. To make it more straightforward, you can open up the bigger boxes that have your blender processor, gas oven, enlistment oven, microwave, and vegetable racks. Doing this initially would help in choosing the long-lasting spot for every one of your things so you will not need to move it again and again.
Note: Normally, the region around the sink and oven will in general be the most noteworthy consumed spaces, so you can wrap up orchestrating your articles inside these cupboards first. It is acceptable to store your belongings in these storage areas because they are the most accessible. Another thing to keep in mind is that you should first unpack the kitchen's most important items and then work your way down to the less important ones.
Organize your kitchen things warily
This moment it is your opportunity to orchestrate every one of your unloaded kitchen articles in their assigned spots. Everything, including kettles, jars, cups, and glasses, ought to be kept in places that are easy to reach, ideally at eye level or lower. because these are the things that are used a lot.
For the things that are utilized once in a while, you can keep them somewhat behind. Pans, broil dish, cookers, pots ought to be set near the cooking region. You can likewise utilize the region underneath the piece to stock the bigger and seldom involved things in the pantries like the baking dishes, broiling container, huge utensils, and additional meal sets.
Your kitchen's top cabinets or crockery section could also be used to store kitchen items that aren't used often. It is best to store heavier items, which are more likely to break, in the lower drawer section, just above the floor.
Organize expensive dishes and china for special occasions If you have a lot of expensive dishes and china that you use for special occasions, you can store them in a separate area that is far from your clumsy kitchen cabinets. There are special china cabinet sections in modern kitchens that are difficult to reach and provide excellent storage for your more valuable and fragile kitchen items.
These could be a moving position to stay aware of on the grounds that it includes a ton of little and huge undertakings and one must show restraint enough to appropriately make the plans. Several delicate kitchen items require careful handling. Therefore, rather than going through the trouble of unpacking and rearranging each of these complicated kitchen items one at a time, you can simply relax and delegate the task to the skilled moving companies in your area.
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The pantry area is without a doubt the most difficult to organize and requires a lot of time and effort. On the off chance that you can focus on your post-set-up plan and converse with the movers in advance, they would organize your kitchen region at first in front of getting into the arrangement of your other rooms. Along these lines, you will have the option to make your most significant space utilitarian and endure without any problem. Besides, assuming you enlist experts for your move like the movers and packers in Hyderabad, you can handle your storeroom set-up and the leftover house association without any problem.
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the-firebird69 · 9 months
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And this kid is old this kid is about 1975 and this is why he likes it cuz he knows it takes less time to build and you only have to bolt a few things together and it's fairly sturdy and it's simple and the way it's built it's stronger than this molded stuff which is cheesy plastic or metal and it is sticker metal and it took a beating okay objects were playing on nothing would happen and it was outside and you know really they were very sturdy and we're going to build them like this it might look a little like it too as soon as he's driving it but if you look at this carefully you might follow that it looks like a little tractor and the little tractor he used to do the excavation work at his house it was almost the same look and we're going to put a backhoe on this and a front end loader and small one and a bigger motor and different tires and rims but for the most part it's the same vehicle for our smallest backhoe and such a farmer's backhoe and there's plenty of farmers who want them and we're going to make all the way up to a standard size backhoe this is going to be our small equipment line we're going to be back in business and the name where it makes sense and Zig Zag is leading the way. We're not interested in making them the zero motorcycle and we're trying to get this other company going we have a few companies like that electric motorcycle company it's the Vista fresh and of course Bradley GT and pagliani so he says with certain companies we can send a complete brochure package we might do that it's inappropriate with some people but some people it's not and you send it to the office and we're going to go ahead and do that we have reports people are photocopying it and sending it all over the damn place so now we're going to do it and we're going to bring it and the brochures to the meeting and troy-bilt's going to be a huge subject the lawn tractor like this with the backhoe and the front end loader attachments included and the lawn mower bed which is Big it's like a 48 in it would go for about $4,000 because it's disassembled and there's not that much assembly but to assemble it and ship it is a pain in the ass it really is instead of in a box or a crate it's takes so much time and really this quite a bit of Labor and putting it all together making sure it works and everything but it comes in about 100 pieces to assemble it all and we're going to sell tons of these these are awesome. We're going to have zero turn radius trailers for trailers for this dump trailers and large ones and all sorts of equipment like we dreamed of and we're going to have excavators and more dump truck trailers and dump truck beds that go in your pickup all sorts of things that people need and it'll get people going we're moving out on this stuff right now
Frank Castle Hardcastle
You got all sorts of things to talk about it's got to eat though and he should have gotten some oranges but he can't get out it says it might rain and it's true
I'm all for this idea and we're going to send brochures out and websites and other things that they can quickly access the stuff for their computer CDs has demos on it and we will see if they want sales calls and more we're going to go ahead and start this now
Duke Nukem Blockbuster
So we want to see him at the car show and we want to see him there doing the job he's going to go to the casino and I tell you it's kind of an ordeal for them cuz they have to take the bus to bus but we can make it easier for them at the car show and send them a gift package to go and stuff and we won't have it ready for a while and he says our vehicles are already built and it'll be a quick transition you can test in a factory or two so we're going to look at that because he's right and this is saying the molds are the same but I'd like to see that I don't believe so no we easy to get us molds and be a smart thing to set up a full factory soup the nuts and a smaller one and we're going to talk about that tonight cuz you might start doing that
Her father's work you should be at least be able to show up I mean for Christ's sake and you guys more luck we're hoping you can help out and you might have a show for you down the street a very exciting show and ridiculous one. And he's saying that you can buy the charger and the Challenger but the Bradley GT2 the Bradley GT3 and the one I'm going to be very fly the GT1 extremely fine fly and I'll go on that Corvette smaller one but it going other cars Dodge neon and Dutch smaller cars the four door new ones and goes very fast with that it goes 270 mph but he's saying we'll have a show down the street during the car show but he wants to offer a fully assembled fully built Bradley GT Corvette as a production car if we can really but he doesn't know the law anymore and bipolar and got his wife so you can't really do that but you can you can put it there as a Corvette version and that would be what to do with the car show and the car show might accept it because it looks damn cool it looks very very cool and is African American say it's very fine extremely hot it just looks massively massively awesome the way we built it and we build it with the metal and it can go extremely fast and can be converted into a fly car it's it's massively safe too and it's perfect for those who have earn a limited budget. The very interested in that concept of having it down the street and they want to see the Corvette so they'll try and get into the the big car show and if you're down the weekend you'll go to the other one which will have Troy-Bilt it'll have Bradley GT it'll have some Vista fresh some electric motorcycle company and some others if there are other manufacturers around still for similar items there's an Indian company that does it that's not bad so we're thinking of helping out get him there too and he says it's a good reason to get it going and it will go right now are selling so fast you would not believe it and people want it for motorcycles they're looking for it and they can't find it and they want to buy it to make hard not kicker 5150 and he said that the max don't like the bike and others they had enough of that and her son says it has to be made underground we have a tire manufacturer and it's Korea and they're kind of an ally in a sort of aren't and Jason got an idea he can get parts from China and our son says that's the way to do it and there's a frame that actually is close and he knows who it is and he's going to try and make that hodgepodge bike and if you could assemble the kids here into a box and he said no way and fully disassembled it'll be easier cheaper and faster so he's going to start working on it it's a great idea but this other stuff is going to work very well the lady talking said I've seen the car before it's in the video you can tell from the front end so we're going to show you that
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Hehehe I'm actually getting giddy and not really against the stuff enough to sneak in
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Cape Breton Regional Municipality looks at contracting out garbage and recycling services
The Cape Breton Regional Municipality is looking at what to do with the city’s waste.
Cape Breton’s solid waste site on Spar Road in Sydney, N.S. has been filled with wooded debris from post-tropical storm Fiona for months, and an agreement to truck some of its trash to Guysborough ends in 2025.
The municipality is looking for contractors to take over the city's waste management.
“Our solid waste staff is certainly indicating that perhaps we're getting close. I don't really know what close means, whether we're five years away and that’s a concern or if we're five months away and that's a bigger concern, so I think we're getting there,” said Cyril MacDonald, CBRM Councillor.
Christina Lamey, a CBRM spokesperson, said the municipality is working on clearing out some of the Fiona debris from the landfill.
“As time passed we realized that debris cannot be allowed to sit there. It has combustible properties and has to be moved, so that process is happening and that debris is being moved elsewhere,” Lamey said.
Capacity at the landfill is not just an annual concern.
“No matter how you look at it, waste disposal is very expensive to the taxpayer, it’s a huge cost. The more stuff we produce and need to find ways to dispose of it, the more cost that gets carried by the taxpayer to do so,” said Lamey
Because of waste management, CBRM is currently stuck with a $2 million shortfall in its operating budget.
One of the ways to make up some money is adding tipping fees at the landfill site, which requires residents to pay for dumping trash.
“I look at it from two sides… I’ve heard from residents who just said I won't take it there and illegal dumping will only increase,” said MacDonald.
For more Nova Scotia news visit our dedicated provincial page. 
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The Sanitation Service Authority (SSA) is reporting an increase in the illegal use of its facilities by people burning materials to get copper in order to cash in on the growing trade in that metal. At a media briefing on Friday, public relations officer (PRO) Carl Alff Padmore said the use of the Mangrove, St Thomas landfill for that purpose was extremely dangerous and put residents in the nearby communities at serious risk. “The landfill area is dry because, naturally, we are not getting any rain. Why is that a problem for us? We have persons who are trespassing on the compound and they are creating a nuisance because what they are doing is burning copper. There is a trade for copper in Barbados [and so] they are trying to get the rubber off of the copper,” he complained, explaining that these fires were happening in an area near the old Central Cricket Club pavilion. Saying that no permission had been granted by either the SSA or the Barbados Fire Service to start these fires, Padmore warned: “A simple flame can ignite the grass around the landfill and once the landfill catches, we know it will cause serious strain on our resources because we have to get crews to out it; it will cause strain on the fire service because they will have to deploy trucks; and environmental officers from the Ministry of Health would have to come and do air quality testing.” “So one simple act . . . has the potential to be a nuisance at a bigger scale,” he added, noting that residents living downwind, in areas such as Arch Hall, Bennetts and Bucks, would be impacted if a fire started at the landfill. The SSA spokesperson said the culprits tend to start the fires early in the morning and while some people had been spotted leaving the dump, no one had been caught. He reminded that anyone found engaging in the illegal practice could be slapped with a fine of $5 000 or be jailed for creating a public nuisance. During the briefing, Padmore also reminded Barbadians not to commingle old mattresses they take to the dump with other waste. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp75ZJtAlnX7DtjG4QxDCRmhzFXQm4R2gomYpk0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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