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meirimerens · 4 months

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3 and 15.... I come to you with knees bent and face turned up to kiss your palms as if in prayer asking for 3 and 15 on the ask meme.....

honestly this ask scared me because i was literally writing a piece of PMPE where it is discussed how the plague in dankovsky's ears sound like psalms and prayers are you in my walls...? oh well that's topical. LET'S GO

3. any ideas for how that experiment where daniil resurrected a woman went down?

love this question love it love it ok so the collective-imaginative vision of the anatomist resurrecting the dead before a crowd is very Victorian, it's very 19th century, at a time where mediums and other spiritualists were a more and more common sight; it's Gothic, it's Frankensteinesque. now, while patho's time period is purposefully ambiguous, many consider it 1910s-ish, with p2 being a little later (possibly closer to 1930s from what we've seen of the bachelor's route behind-the-scenes), so by this time, this type of thing would have been quite passé, and for Dankovsky especially, who's a man of the future, and not of the past, at least as far as medicine goes. the only account of him resurrecting a woman is from Lilich, and in the text it is also mentioned she didn't introduce herself by this name. the canon explanation for this is that puppet-players are not remembering their past games right, and are not weaving a coherent story; but i see this as... dankovsky would not do this kind of thing publicly - again, too Victorian, and with everything that entails; the pompousness, the stuck-upness,, the religiosity, the good mores; he is not of that kind. he would do this privately, he has. privately, perhaps surrounded by his peers at Thanatica, and as such, he remembers there being a woman - not Lilich, not even Karstlich (how she says she introduced herself as then), but his memory faltering¹ he thinks he remembers it. same for Lilich, in her own right: she attended one of his lectures. it did not contain reanimation, it contained something else; but his reputation, preceding and running after him like a bloodhound, has shaped her remembering of it. he has never resurrected a woman, privately or publicly - how so? how come? because he has never defeated death. we begin the game with him desperately trying, because he has always failed before.

¹ this is not faltering. i see it more as closer to greek myths: a single myth will be different from era to era, from storyteller to storyteller, from island to island. they are all true. this is not faltering, this is a truth polymorphic.

15. pick a barnett newman painting for each of them

my favorite question. let's get on with it.

this is Andrey. do you see the un-inked strip? and do you see how the ink seems to bubble up all around it, like festering around a wound, like matter accumulating by the Lack, bubbling up like anger, boiling? this un-inked stripped is what he sees as his Lack. he is the one constantly bringing up peter as his soulmate, them being two sides of a same coin, he is the one who declares the threefold bullet line. he is the one who acts in lack, in order to fill the lack. kill to keep peter close. go forward to bring dankovsky closer. kill a man because you couldn't keep him. matter, his own, and other's, accumulate by the Lack. dead fish where the water has drained.

this is Peter. the twotone is because i think he's bipolar (true fact). it is also because the pitch-black rectangle, the monolith, is the shape of farkhad's grave - it is farkhad's grave. (it is farkhad.) he is the guilt-bearer, he is eaten. half of him eaten by guilt, like taking of his bed. this half would be where he has space for andrey, for dankovsky, for himself expanded, but the murder put in its place the casket. he and andrey have been drifting apart since the murder, peter says of it he has been "hurting for 10 years" because of it, because of andrey's act of it. see how the black monolith encroaches into the lighter ink's space, but the reverse isn't true, because the black of the monolith is so absolute? this is happening to him.

this is Dankovsky. his shape is different from the others, because he is different from the others. he does not quite fit in with the twins. he is in the middle: he is cleaved. he is cleaved because he lacks: his life work has been destroyed, and he is slowly realizing everything is slipping out of his grasp. he is cleaved in two, there is a hollow for a third thing, a third part, a third piece. andrey calls it: molded me, my brother, and you into a single person… The fire of war has molded us into a threefold bullet. dankovsky is cleaved piece into which the already-molded peter and andrey could fit. if they were molded. and andrey, paining peter for years, has quite kept them from being so. dankovsky will keep this cleave, his hollow: he says "keep your dumb head cool", he reins back in. the hollow is fit for grief. at his sides, shadows approach and stand, but do not encroach. still, they threaten. one is bigger, one is seeping out. one grows and swells like an oil spill. (a monolith, baring hazier parts, in the fog of unknownness)

this is farkhad. come then forth thee monolithe... stands tall, pitch-black, front and center, middle. not unlike his grave. on his sides, matter frames him, maybe follows, or threatens him. matter boils, bubbles, or streaks. matter reacts to him, or around him -> the twins. the single white line, maybe the breaking of the bond, or the knife strike. see there, to the right, three lines? they are brackets: } . they are bringing-together brackets. he is the bringer-together... for the better and worse.

this was so fun :3 thank you... [ask me a little something something?]

#sicko voice haha YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS #that 15 one was so so so fun. yaaaayyy :3 #ring ring (answers)#anonymous #threefold bullet #threeandahalffold bullet #fourfold bullet #ask meme

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borom1r · 1 month

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#sean bean #im gay #YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS < sicko voice #I’d only seen the one pic from this photoshoot floating around im fucking biting things!!

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maniaparty · 3 months

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tvbh ive been in such a slump with my ocs for so long so if anything i say regarding any oc is insane or incomprehensible.... my bad...

#masha juliya and io r the only ones right now that im like #yessssssssssssss luv youuuuu!!!!#but i love them all. but also im crazy becuase of exoomfs. But thats okay ill love my ocs again

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sunkissed-zegras · 1 day

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Paige nsfw hcs pls

─ warnings | NSFW under the cut! read at your own discretion!

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woo, where do i even begin?

let's begin with the obvious, paige is a TOP, i can't stress this enough

i genuinely can't see anyone topping her she's just .... a TOP

but that doesn't mean she won't let you take the reigns every once in awhile, esp after a bad game/tiring practice because everyone once to be taken care of sometimes

i'm def not the first person to say this and certainly will not be the last but STRAP GAME GOES SOOOOO HARD

i feel like at first she's gonna be weirded out cus like... she likes only girls for a reason??? and she has her mouth and fingers??? why would she need a piece of plastic to make her girl feel good???

but the first time y'all try it, she's hooked

she forgets ab her hands after that

jk but like

yeah she's HOOKED

she gets really into it LOL, def can imagine her calling the strap her dick

oh and she fucks HARDDDD like, no room to breathe or anything

like you'll be gasping for air after and she'll be super duper proud

i read this one fic with like the dual ended one (i didn't even know that existed) and then i was like yep, yes this is the oneee

with positions, i can't see her doing anything more than like missionary (cus she loves to see your pretty face) and like from the back

but as soon as she discovers riding, it's OVERRRRR for you

she's making you ride her strap anytime she can, cus she loves it

she has her hands on your hips as she's guiding you and she LOVES IT so fucking much, like the power she has over you makes her go feral

oh and do not get me started on sucking her strap, cus again she loves the power she holds over you

she has your hair in a ponytail and the more you get comfortable with the whole thing, she WILL make you gag

she acts like it's her dick (yeah i know we covered that) but like esp when you're sucking her strap, she will just dirty talk u the entire time

"you like my dick, pretty girl? like gagging on my dick?" cus yeah, u do

oh and yes, she does have breeding kink

it breaks her heart that she can't get you pregnant 😪

but she sure as hell will pretend to!!!!!

will 100% bend you over and just yap about getting you pregnant

also if she's fucking you in missionary, she expects you to look at her the entire time

so if you turn away, she will grab your face and keep you looking straight at her

FUCK IDK WHY THAT'S SO HOT

paige is a D1 yapper i fear, and that would 10000% seep into the bedroom LMAO

mostly praise cus babygirl would feel really bad but when she gets into, she GETS into it

like she will call you her slut as she's about cum

that post-nut clarity goes hard the first time tho cus she's like no way i called my gf a dirty fucking slut 😭😭 she sits with her thoughts for a good 10 minutes trying to recollect herself

she is a munch for sure, like she will eat you out for hours and hours on end (not an exaggeration btw)

but she LOVES when you give back

it makes her go fucking feral when she sees you eating her out, like yessssssssssssss

she has to close her eyes bc if she keeps looking at your face, she WILL cum

she has a bad hair pulling problem, like she will grip your hair so hard your head will hurt after

it's apart of the appeal tho 🎀

her fav spot to get absolutely ate is her gaming chair cus like, she needs you in between her legs giving her support to get that victory royale 💯💯💯

she hates when she gets ass or tits bc she genuinely cannot pick

it depends on the day bc they're both great, she will never pick one

i feel like she's definitely thought ab fucking you in public but she can't risk it

SHES A D1 ATHLETE !!

the only time yall did was in a bathroom at an event and it was SOOO bad afterwards cus everyone could tell

you had to pretend like you didn't get your brains fucked out and paige had to pretend she didn't DO the fucking

but lowkey she enjoyed it a lot, but would she do it again?

maybe, a solid maybe (with the right motivation)

okay but like ....

she def has fingered u while the girls are over cus like, she was in a silly mood?

you just looked too fucking good, she had to

but thank god no one noticed (at least to yalls knowledge...)

she's a horny fuck ARGUE WITH THE WALL

she will get turned on by anything you do, like homegirl is just sooooo down bad for you

you could be applying chapstick and paige will be like "we need to fuck, now."

paige's aftercare is just giving you water and cuddling with you for 10 mis while scrolling on tiktok and then gets up to play fortnite with kk

she literally is the tiktok where it's like "after he rearranges my organs he goes and plays fortnite" i hope yall know what i'm talking about

but you don't mind ofc cus she makes you sit on her lap while playing

but then turns into another round cus shes a horny fuck

paige is all for hickies on YOU but she gets pissed when you give her a hickey cus she's like people are gonna see

like she's the only one who has to deal with the public 🙄🙄🙄

but she loves marking you EVERYWHERE, esp on your collarbone like it's so sexy

oh and god bless you in the summer, the ones on your thighs are getting AIRED OUT bc paige does not care

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lorarri · 7 days

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summary , a fashion icon is drawn out of writing retirement by an equally iconic 8 time world champion which leads to love blossoming rather quickly

pairing , fashion editor! zhou guanyu x fem! f1 driver! reader

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the-defiant-heiress · 5 months

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I am a SUCKER for this trope. Yessssssssssssss. But also this is funny because Pages is like one of the least frightening Masters but STILL

#fallen london #mask of the rose #sighs I can’t encapsulate the feeling within words

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dulaglutide · 11 months

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The clones with a female reader with separate anxiety who is clingy?

Only if you have time! I love your work!

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! Warnings⚠️: none

Hantengu clones x clingy! fem reader

Aizetsu

He would never want to leave you

He would like how much affection you give him but it might be a little much sometimes

He understands how hard it must be for you to be left alone without him there

When he has to leave for a mission he will be very affectionate before he goes

He will hug you from behind a lot and love it when he hears your little giggle

He is always thinking of you while he’s gone

Don’t worry he also has separation anxiety!!!!

He will always kiss you on the forehead of cheek before he leaves

He will always try to come back with something that he thought you would like

He will blush a lot when you randomly start hugging him

If you hug or kiss him a lot in front of the other clones he will want you to stop but he won’t tell you that because he doesn’t want to make you sad

Sekido

He hates it at first

But one day he would be sitting down thinking about you and then realize that this is just your way of saying “I love you”

He will only let you hug and kiss him in private

If you dare to hug him in front of the other clones he will push you off of him but he will grab you hand and hold it giving you hard or soft squeezes every now and then

It’s his way of saying “not right now” while still give you some form of contact

He will get mad that you have separation anxiety but he knows you also can’t control it

He will try his best not to yell at you when you beg him to stay

If he does yell at you expect to wake up the next morning to your favorite kind of flowers on the bed

He has a soft spot for you but he won’t show it much

Karaku

He will carry you EVERYWHERE

You will be taken on missions with him because he knows the demon slayers can’t hurt you

He finds it fun to “save” you from them

He will only leave you alone if he has to go back into the main body to go see Muzan

Even then he will be secretly worried about you because of your separation anxiety

He will make sure to give you all of the affection you can ask for

He won’t show it but he worries about how easily stressed you are when he leaves

He will constantly kiss you

If anything he is more clingy than you

You will be shown affection in many different ways if you get what I mean

If you hug him in front of the others he will pick you up in his arms and not let you go

Urogi

Don’t worry he is also clingy

You will be brought on missions with him he can protect you and he knows you can’t be hurt easily

You and him will go flying constantly

He will always be holding you

He loves to make you laugh and smile

If he has to leave you he will make sure to give you more hugs and kisses than usual when he comes back to make all of that anxiety go away

He is a walking plushie

SQUISH HIM IN YOUR ARMS HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

His wings will be around you 50% of the time

He will blush a lot when you hug him out of the blue though

You can barley ever get up off the futon because he is on top of you sleeping or cuddling you or both

He will be worried when he has to leave you alone though

Hope you liked it!

#hantengu #hantengu clones #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #aizetsu #kny #hantengu x reader #sekido #aizetsu x reader #karaku #sekido x reader #karaku x reader #kny urogi #urogi x reader #urogi x you #urogi x y/n

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 7 days

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Please do the gang+Tim and curly with like a waitress (p.s I love your writing)

Omllll thank you so much! 😭🫶And yessssssssssssss I’d love to do that for you pookie!

The Gang + Shepard boys x F!Waitress reader (you can insert waiter/they to make it gn!)

Ponyboy Curtis

-hot damn

-you’re a fine waitress if he ever saw one

-he’s kinda shy tbh

-over time will get more comfortable flirting with you

-he overtips you with what little money he has

-he finds out when all your shifts are and when they end

-and always seems to come “by coincidence” whenever your shifts are

-he starts learning small things about you, asking about you to your co workers so much that literally everyone knows he likes you

-except for you, apparently

-“Well if it isn’t my favorite waitress, y/n.” Is what he always greets you with

-one day he finally asks you out

-you guys are so cute together

Johnny Cade

-he’s even more shy than pony

-he looks at you and is like internally going crazy

-when you ask him for his order he says it so quietly you need to ask him to repeat several times

-and he gets red in the face, and you patiently wait with your notepad and a smile

-“It’s ok sir, please, take your time.”

-he finally says his order loud enough for you to hear and you smile, writing on your sketchpad

-over a few weeks, he comes to the restaurant more

-and you eventually ask him out, writing down the question on your notepad, ripping it out and giving it to him

-Reading: Johnny, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?

-whenever you get back he has the biggest grin on his face, and is nodding yes eagerly

-what takes you by surprise is when he stands up, grabs your waist, and kisses you in front of everyone in the restaurant

-earning a few cheers and whoops

Sodapop Curtis

-he gets being in the service industry

-and he especially gets being attractive in the service industry

-which is why he tries not to immediately hit on you

-tries

-he’s definitely the type to call you “sweetheart”

-does subtle things like winking at you whenever you take his order

-he starts coming to that restaurant far more often and notices when you start coming to his gas station more often

-doing the same things to him, calling him sweetheart and winking whenever you check out

-it’s a mutual thing, a flirty joke between the two of you

-but one day, he decides to ask you out, and it becomes less than a joke

-you two start dating and are very cute together

-you both rant about customers being rude and kind of mutually understand the power dynamic in a way not many people do

Darry Curtis

-he’s out in the resturant with Sodapop and Ponyboy

-when he sees youre the waiter he instantly feels embarrassed of ponyboy and soda

-“You guys… stop actin’ like damn fools!”

-“Darry, why? You never act like this at restaurants.” Pony would ask

-“Just…. Stop. There’s someone I want to look good in front of.”

-“OoOoOOh someone has a crushhhhhhh.” Sodapop would tease

-as you walked over to the table, Darry was arguing with them

-“Can I help you?” You spoke up with a giggle

-Darry is red in the face as he orders for everyone

Dallas Winston

-bro

-you saw how this man treats waitresses

-he would give you no respect lol

-absolutely takes advantage of the power dynamic because he would be one of those assholes

-he calls you “sweetheart” “sweetie” “princess” and other more vulgar names

-he very obviously checks you out to even the point where your oblivious ass notices

-he probably shoots straws at you (like that one deleted scene)

-to tease flirt

-he always comes to the restaurant and it’s like ooop Dallas Winston’s coming I need coffeee this morning

-he comes to you outside of the restaurant one day

-the usual harassment

-and you turn to him and give him a nice hard slap

-and then lean up and give give a nice hard kiss

-he’s shocked, but before long blinks twice and then smirks, kissing you back

-he’s protective over you and any other guy who even winks at you at the restaurant will have Dally on their doorstep the next day

Two Bit Mathews

-he definitely tease flirts with you

-also calls you his favorite waitress like pony

-orders the most childish shit 💀

-like chocolate cake with chicken nuggies or something like that

-and he probably asks you out the soonest

-flirts with you, not as aggressive or vulgar as dally but still quite obvious

-“That’s the pretty lady who gives me discounts on Dino nuggets!” When talking about you to the gang

-you guys are cute and have inside jokes about Dino nuggies

Steve Randle

-he knows you from whenever you’ve come to get your car fixed before

-he’s always believed that you were pretty and given you discounts

-and you do the same thing for him at your restaurant

-it’s a mutual kind of cute thing that you guys both do to each other

-even if he hadn’t already been giving you discounts for cars, you would’ve probably given him a restaurant discount too

-You are probably friends for the longest out of the gang

-one day he’s talking to soda pop about you, which is when soda pop realizes how down bad he is for you

-Sodapop makes him ask you out

-you guys are really cute together and always do favors for each other

Tim Shepard

-he got a booth at your restaurant

-he saw you and immediately thought you were cute

- he acts kind of neutral around you, I mean, he still obviously flirts a bit and checks you out

- but not enough that you think you’re he’s going to do what he does

-what he does is wait until your shift is done and meet you outside the restaurant

-and starts heavily, flirting, offering you a cigarette

-when you explain that you don’t smoke and start walking home, he follows you

-you turned to him in anger because you don’t like that he’s following you home and he surprisingly listens to you

-but he does show up the next day at your restaurant

-Eventually, he ask you out

-you say yes and every night after your shift, he walks home with you to make sure you get there safely

-and even comes back to your apartment with you sometimes 😏😏😏

Curly Shapard

-this little shit is just as obnoxious as Dally

-he checks you out very obviously

-also absolutely takes advantage of the power dynamic

-he annoys you put you put up with him because well

-he tips you pretty well

-he keeps coming at the same time and day and eventually he gets onto the usual customer chart

-where you can say “The regular?”

-and one day there’s a male costumer being particularly sleazy

-trying to grab you

-and Curly punches him hard “You don’t touch her again, asswipe.” And spits on him

-you chuckle and grin at him “Take it outside, Curly.”

-and he comes back in and this time, you ask him out

-he’s pretty protective once you two are dating and everyone’s astonished to how he pulled you

#the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #two bit mathews #curly shepard #Tim Shepard

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newbie-whovian · 2 months

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Hi, Could you give the idea of reader x twelfth doctor who has Bill as a companion and who in a few words is a bit of a jealous doctor? either because they met someone great on a trip or because the reader is very much involved in his life on earth.

Thanks!

(yessssssssssssss I need to write more 12)

Jealousy

Rating: G

Pairing(s): 12th Doctor x Reader

Tags/TW: 12 is a jealous lad

You were used to trips not quite going the way you'd planned. It was almost a guarantee. But needless to say, rejecting the marriage proposal of a cyborg queen was... Definitely unexpected.

You, the Doctor, and Bill ran through the mechanical castle. "I don't see why it couldn't work out," Bill said, "I mean, she seemed nice enough-"

"Before she sent her guards after us, you mean?" you replied, just before the hallway began to shift. The three of you were trapped in a dead end that hadn't been there before.

The Doctor hadn't stopped fidgeting with his sonic screwdriver the entire chase, and it seemed that he'd finally found what he was looking for. He pointed it at the wall with a flourish, giving you and Bill a tiny grin before grabbing your hand.

The TARDIS was somewhere in the royal gardens, but with the hallways changing, you had no idea where you were supposed to be going. "Doctor, how are we getting out of here?" you asked, panting.

"I've tuned into the queen's frequency, I can reverse all of her changes," he said, and you frowned.

"So she controls the castle?"

"No. She is the castle. She's integrated it all into her upgrades. Quite foolish actually, once we escape, she won't be able to follow," the Doctor explained, tugging you around a corner.

Bill chimed in, "But the guards will! Right? I mean, they're not a part of the castle, they're just movin' on their own."

The Doctor paused before giving a shrug, saying, "If I'm right, the TARDIS is through that door, and we won't have to worry about it."

So the three of you bolted to the door, which thankfully led out into the gardens. The TARDIS waited patiently in the center of the queen's prized flower bed, and as the sound of mechanical guards closed in, you knew you couldn't risk a look back. The three of you piled into the TARDIS and slammed the door behind you.

Bill immediately tossed her jacket over one of the rails, saying, "Well that was... All kinds of fun but I'm beat, I'll be in the rec room. Let me know when we get back, alright?"

You gave her a smile and a wave while the Doctor gave a soft grunt, circling the console. Bill disappeared down a hallway, and you stepped towards the Doctor.

He yanked a lever and the TARDIS made a tremendous noise; he then quickly pulled the lever back to its original position, grumbling under his breath.

You rested an elbow on the railing. "Doctor?" you asked.

"Hm?"

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong, we're on our way, everything is fine!"

You crossed your arms. "Mhm."

He turned to face you, saying, "What? I answered your question."

You raised an eyebrow and said, "Barely. C'mon, what's wrong?" Taking a step closer, you added, "Can't have anything to do with the fact that I was proposed to today, can it?"

He rolled his eyes and waved a hand at you, turning back to the console. "What, that? Nonsense."

You smirked. "Didn't seem like nonsense when you rejected her for me."

He paused for a moment before flipping a row of switches, saying, "You were hesitating."

You held back a chuckle and said, "That's what you're upset about? The fact that I hesitated, upon hearing that the queen of some planet - that you dragged me to! - wanted to marry me?"

"Oh c'mon, I didn't drag you, you wanted to go on a trip."

"You're avoiding the question and you know it," you said, barely able to hold back a smile.

He halted what he was doing and turned to face you, saying, "And what if I am?"

You shrugged. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, fine. But if it's bothering you, you can't just avoid it forever." You stepped a little closer and placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "At the end of the day, I turned her down."

"You did."

"Mhm, 'cause why wouldn't I? I've got everything I want right here."

The Doctor betrayed a small smile.

#doctor who #doctor who fic #dw fanfic #12th doctor x reader #twelfth doctor x reader #i ran out of ideas for the title and you can definitely tell

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middle-earth-mythopoeia · 5 months

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Top 5 favorite Frodo Baggins moments?

Oooh, thanks for the ask! This is such a good question, and it's so hard to answer! These are just the top 5 I can think of right now, because let's be real, every moment in the entire Lord of the Rings is my favorite Frodo moment!

5. When he's planning to leave the Shire and all his friends totally see through it, because he's been muttering about it to himself in a very obvious way for ages, and then he's actually SURPRISED that they know about everything AND they insist on coming with him! Also the entire Crickhollow part is just perfect. And the journey there.

4. When Gildor DOESN'T give him advice, and Frodo says, "Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes." His sense of humor is so underrated! Also I love how in that part the Elves are so impressed by his ability to speak Elvish. As someone who is also fascinated by Elvish, I love that Frodo is canonically a nerd.

3. When he and Sam hold hands and sleep next to each other during the journey through Cirith Ungol. I don't know, I could pick literally any scene with Frodo and Sam, but those moments stand out to me because of what a horrifying place it is and how they take comfort in each other's presence.

2. When he has pity for Sméagol and spares his life. This is obviously a crucial element of the story for reasons I don't even need to explain... But on the same note, I think it's really important that he prevents hobbits from killing each other during the Scouring of the Shire, and it really exemplifies why he's such a good person. 1. And finally, when he volunteers to take the Ring. Is anyone surprised this is number one? I mean, it's THE bravest and most selfless thing you could pretty much ever do. I just love Frodo so much. I have to quote the scene here because it is SO GOOD:

‘I will take the Ring,’ he said, ‘though I do not know the way.’ Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. ‘If I understand aright all that I have heard,’ he said, ‘I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? But it is a heavy burden. So heavy that none could lay it on another. I do not lay it on you. But if you take it freely, I will say that your choice is right; and though all the mighty elf-friends of old, Hador, and Húrin, and Túrin, and Beren himself were assembled together, your seat should be among them.’

YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I have nothing helpful to add just YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! His seat WOULD be among them!

#thank you so much for the ask <3 #this was a really good one #asks #Frodo #my writing

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belit0 · 8 months

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Hello 😏 can I request primal play? “Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” With IzuTobi? And if it’s not too much trouble either in a separate post or this same one, the same prompt but with indra

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH

(this is a combined post, Tobiizu and Indra x reader, separately)

Please, TobiIzu lovers, let me know what u think about this one cause I really liked it🛐👀💕

Tobirama x Izuna

"You have three days. Run, flee, hide. If I catch you, I'll fuck you wherever you are, no matter if there are people present or not." Tobirama's words bounce off every wall of his mind, exhilarating and terrifying in equal parts. Izuna eats his rice leisurely, watching the owner of the tavern he managed to find as a refuge wander back and forth. There is not much work to be done as the place is a proper shithole, but he moves as if he had to attend to 500 people at the same time.

72 hours is a huge advantage, considering the rules include the impossibility for the Senju to use his Hiraishin. If he wants to catch him, he will have to move like a normal ninja, ignoring the possibility of teleporting with his seals.

Izuna is convinced of having done a good job, putting between them at least a good few kilometers of distance and having used every hour of advantage in his favor, without wasting a second to get as far away from him as possible.

It all started as a stupid fight between the two, arguing about the past, particularly that time Izuna almost lost his life. They debated who of the two was faster before the albino developed his stupid technique, both claiming to have been superior to the other.

The decantation of this conflict ended in a terrifying bet, where Tobirama proposes to hunt down the Uchiha before seven days have passed. Giving him three days to escape felt like a joke, but he secretly appreciated it.

As the time limit he had to flee expired, he decided to set up his hideout in a lost village in the middle of nowhere, non-existent on the map, far from any popular road. He spent a good amount of hours covering any kind of trail he might have left, hiding his chakra so as not to be detected.

The Uchiha believes he has done an excellent job, relaxing and enjoying a plate of hot food from the decaying shelter he found. Everything seems to have gone perfectly, and he must stay there until the end of the bet, safe and secure.

On the fourth day, Izuna gets bored and decides to explore, finding a lake where he can take a bath in the open air and soak up sun. Life is sweet and easy without the constant nagging and fighting of his enemy, but damn he misses the bastard. He can even picture how Tobirama would fuck him against the rocks, half-body submerged in water, and his mind flies. He only returns to the shelter to masturbate with that idea in mind, not wanting to dirty the place with his business.

The fifth day is filled with uncertainty, the moment he calculated Tobirama would be nearby. He planted false evidence in the opposite direction, carefully planned footsteps and speed marks strewn along other roads, seeking to throw him off and waste his time. His strategy is flawless, and he figures he has found a way to make him swallow dust.

The Senju will lose.

The sixth day dawns with pure peace and the taste of being close to victory palpable in his mouth, imagining how he will rub in his enemy's face his uselessness for tracking and how bad his sensory skills are.

Tobirama turned out to be much ado about nothing, empty threats.

Izuna goes back to sitting at the same table he always occupies to eat, greeting the old man who runs the business of that destroyed place as if a close friend and devouring the food placed in front of him. He looks out the window as he finishes plate after plate, anxious to go back and laugh in the Senju's face.

He leans back in his chair when he feels like his belly is going to explode, and thinks he's crazy when he hears the old man talking to another customer. Since he arrived, he has never seen another person stop there, not even enter through the door, travelers having no idea of the place's existence.

Their conversation happens behind his back, and he listens intently without turning around. "Always wonderful meals from this place, one could expect nothing less from you." A deep male voice speaks calmly, complimenting the poor old man's services.

The person speaks as if a frequent visitor to the place, and that is what makes Izuna understand the seriousness of the matter. No one knows this site, no one can find it on the map because it literally does not exist, and there are no villages nearby.

"Lord Senju...you make this old man feel special, you are welcome here any time you please."

He has been found.

It takes not even a second for him to get up and run, violently opening the door and quickly moving deeper into the forest. It can't be, there's no way he's found a lost, non-existent spot and not fallen for any of his traps.

There is absolutely no way Tobirama could have read his strategy and discovered his plan so easily, without even announcing himself when finding him. How long has he been there? Was he waiting for Izuna to notice it on his own? Wasn't he intending to act?

He has no time to think as he jumps from branch to branch, suddenly agitated and with the urgent need to flee. Breathing hard only because of the surprise of the situation, he is desperate to get away from the place and make him lose trail of him.

Food rises and falls in his throat as he uses all his strength and runs, focusing on making his legs move to their maximum capacity. He swallows a few times to avoid having to stop to vomit, unable to waste time.

He has to run.

If he really sets his mind to it, he can manage to disappear, mislead him with quick strategies, and just move. Hell, he might even resort to hiding under his brother's skirt if he really wants to win, tempted by the need not to hurt his own ego.

Izuna feels how his enemy follows close behind him, too near for his liking, and hurries even faster. His legs burn from the effort and sweat runs down his forehead, but he has no time to stop. He'll have to struggle for a few hours to outrun him, figure out where to turn and which way to go-

BOOM!

The Uchiha unexpectedly falls to the ground, a sharp blow to the throat that robs all the air from his lungs and doesn't let him breathe. He writhes in the dirt and leaves, clutching his neck and feeling himself suffocating, struggling to get oxygen into his body.

What the actual fuck? Tobirama was behind him, how can this be?

As soon as he manages to open his throat again he violently coughs, almost vomiting (again) in the process, unable to focus his attention on understanding what happened. There were no obstacles in front of him, no high branches, why is he suddenly on the ground?

"I thought you'd be better at this, after the way you filled your mouth talking bullshit." His rival speaks with a teasing tone, mocking and towering his form with arms crossed. He looks at him calmly, smirk adorning the corner of his lips, taunting.

He can't find the strength to reply with sarcasm, still worried about being able to breathe normally, but he'd tell him to fuck off if he could.

A second Senju joins the meeting, a perfect clone that looks at him with the same condescension as the original Tobirama, and the Uchiha understands what his strategy was. The albino hid in the route he assumed Izuna would use as an escape path, years of knowledge gained from war and combat giving him clear information on what his enemy would do once aware of the danger, and sent his copy to make him run straight into him.

He simply had to hide and wait, let him sprint directly towards his arms.

Fucking cheating bastard.

"You said I couldn't use my Hiraishin, but you didn't say anything about other techniques." One of the two Tobiramas towering in front of him flips him over on the ground, pulling down his pants and exposing his ass to the air. The original hovers down on top of him and whispers in his ear "you'll take me twice today, just for being a pain in the ass." He can feel his erection against his bare skin, and the moment the Senju rises up and spits out his hand.

The rest is history.

Indra x Reader

An hour is not enough time when talking about being chased by Indra Otsutsuki himself, but he was kind enough to only walk in order to hunt her down. He will not hurry or rush the pace to capture her, only striding.

(Y/N) runs away as fast as she can, but nothing seems to provide space between her predator and her. She looks back and sees him moving calmly, straight in her direction. It is terrifying and distressing, unable to understand how it is possible that even when she runs as fast as she can, nothing manages to give her an advantage, to get away.

He didn't give her much time, an ever impatient man desperate to get what he wants, and the exhaustion the girl feels from having spent the last 60 minutes rushing is real. People stare at her passing by quizzically, wondering what she's doing and where she's going in such a hurry.

The Uchiha compound is large, spacious, but she can't find anywhere suitable to hide. Indra knows every nook and cranny of each part of his own territory, completely internalized with the place he built, leaving her with no options.

They have been in this insane game for quite a while, and Indra seems to rejoice every time he seizes her in his hands only to allow her to try running away again.

She simply devotes all her effort to maintaining a high pace, forcing her legs to keep moving, not letting her intensity or guard down. (Y/n) is convinced she will manage to lose him if she keeps up her rhythm, ignoring the fact she had her time to escape, yet Indra caught up with her in a matter of minutes.

He didn't reveal what would happen if he captured her, but the malice with which he implied it would be in her best interest not to fall into his hands filled her with a terrible urgency, desperate to get away, save herself.

When she looks back, Indra is only a few steps away, smirking with anticipation for whatever it is he has in store. It looks as if he might touch her just by stretching out his arm, but he just keeps on making her run.

The horror of being hunted by such a determined and cruel person creates deep emptiness in her stomach, her body giving up and slowing down little by little. She doesn't want to be caught, she doesn't want to face the consequences of it, but her legs scream for a break and her feet can no longer stand the effort.

In tears, she decides to slow down, and feels the exact moment when the Otsutsuki towers behind her, waiting for her to turn and face him. "You have failed." Is all she hears before a hand closes over her mouth and she senses the man's chest against her back, a choked scream on his skin, and pure panic in her veins.

The scene suddenly changes, a moment of movement that seems unreal, vision blurring in her eyes and quickly adjusting again. The setting changes completely, and now she finds herself in a room, facing a bed. "Three times I've allowed you to run away, three times I've captured you. It's now time for me to collect my reward."

She is pushed mercilessly to the mattress, while Indra looks at her with satisfaction and derision as he takes off his robe. "I mentioned running behooves you, yet instead you dismissed my warning as a game. Now, on to the business at hand."

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waitmyturtles · 11 months

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SPOILERS FOR THE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC FIRST EPISODE OF OS2 X BBS

(I’m on the far, far end of the international date line, so hopefully most of y’all have seen it or are close to seeing it...)

I MEAN?!?!?!?! I MEEEEANNNNNN?!?!??!?!?!!?

Maybe I was a little (okay, A LOT) worried that these episodes would feel like an appendage, maybe in kind of the way I felt The Eclipse episodes turned out (but I really need to rewatch those again).

But how could I not trust Aof? It almost seems like he started writing this as soon as he was done with BOTH BBS and ATOTS to put this story together.

I was getting mixed up in mom brain with @miscellar a few days ago, thinking that there was going to be a body swap thingy, and kind of groaning about it, so I’m SO SO GLAD I WAS WRONG, and that this is going to be set up to be a mini-drama about two couples going through their growth shit.

I dunno, y’all. What can I say. The MAJORITY of you all have been waiting MUCH LONGER than me to see Pran and Pat reunited, as I only watched Bad Buddy in January, and ATOTS late last year, but still, really -- I have this seriously strong sense of nostalgia that I am so happy to see Pat and Pran HAPPY, and/or at least working on their relationship, AND, JESUS, to see Phupha and TIAN TOGETHER, and omg, THAT MUSIC THAT PLAYED WHEN PHUPHA TURNED HIS HEAD and Pran was googly-eyed, and I was literally DYING AT THIS STARBUCKS, actually covering my mouth with giggles because not only is it so good to see all these guys back, but ALL OF THEM TOGETHER, and acting together, and FUCK, THIS WHOLE TWO-WEEK DEAL IS GOING TO BE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Like, this storyline does NOT seem played out. (Listen, I enjoyed PatWai.)

Honestly, I can’t really conjure analysis, LOL. I’m just too overwhelmed. The fucking shots of Chiang Mai and Pha Pun Dao. Pran sticking his hand out of the car and seeing the green hills. PRAN IS THERE, Y’ALL, PRAN. I mean --

IT’S DOUBLE NOSTALGIA TIME. THAT’S WHAT AOF DID, THAT’S WHAT HE’S DOING TO US!!!!!!

GAAAAAHHHHH. I think that’s it. I’m getting hit TWICE, Y’ALL, TWICE WITH THE FEELS! PatPran, PhuphaTian! Flashbacks to Tinidee and Chiang Mai! Campus and hills of tea! It’s too much! Too much for an almost menopausal woman like myself! I’m fuckin’ gonna give myself hot flashes with this shit!

And Tian is SO FEISTY, UGH, and Pat is SO DETERMINED but still making silly mistakes, but being SO HONEST and reflective about those mistakes, and Pran is still such a buggy little SHIT, but has opened up so much, as we can see, to be open and honest about his feelings, while these guys still know and maybe slightly regret that they have to keep things secret.

I FUCKING LOVE THAT THIS EPISODE MADE MULTIPLE REFERENCES TO UNCLE TONG AND THE IMPACT THAT HE HAD ON THEM. THAT THEIR HONEYMOON TRIP WAS THE LAST TIME THEY COULD BE OPEN AND OUT TOGETHER.

I might have more to say later, but I’m just agog right now. This was so well done, at least so far. These guys fucking hauled ass to do this show, I mean, Ohm had finished filming Double Savage like the day before this. I’m shaking my damn head. This was fun, it was flirty, it was emotional, the bros are still fucking bro-ing (WTF KORN, BTW! I mean, did you out them, or was that a slightly homophobic comment?!), it’s filmed BEAUTIFULLY, but what would you expect of Aof otherwise.

I mean. I just wrote a whole bunch of gibberish, but I honestly have no words. I’m so, so, so, so, so, so, so glad to have all of these guys back, in one place, all four of them, acting together, working together (PAT IN THE CLASSROOM OMFG I’M GONNA DIIEEEEEEE TOMORROWWWWW).

I’m a CROSSOVER STAN, NO PROBLEMS WITH IT. I AM SUITED AND SEATED FOR IT. Ohm x Nanon x Earth x Mix -- FUCK. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #a tale of thousand stars #atots #our skyy 2 x bad buddy #our skyy 2 x a tale of thousand stars #our skyy 2 x atots #our skyy 2 x bad buddy x a tale of thousand stars #our skyy 2 x bbs x atots #patpran #pranpat #pat x pran #pran x pat #tian x phupha #phupha x tian #ohm pawat #nanon korapat #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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[Corrupted Anon]

Hold up— Ale, Rudy, Sham marriage, belt pulling, pegging… 🙂😐😏 ohhh~~ I have been inspired and fed. It’s 12:30am so it may not make sense.

Stoic!Reader again~ Until people want me to change it ofc. (p.s 141 are or aren’t already in a sexual relationship with stoic!reader, up to your minds) personally for me they are bc I’m a whore, but again up to anyone’s mind.

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Well, well, well.

Stoic!Reader and 141 are working along Los Vaqueros once again. Of course this time the op was a bit— well, say to the least, odd. The mission was simple a quick in-and-out(*cackles*) grab and secure the target and those who maybe carrying vital information but that catch was, in order to access entry of said objective, married couples only.

And let’s say they don’t enjoy the fact Ale and Rudy are married because odd reasons, they need a feminine figure.

That’s where you come in. (literally)

Posing as the soft, delicate and beautiful significant other of both Ale and Rudy, recently married. Of course they let you into the establishment but unfortunately infidelity women took one look at your husbands and started to swarm them the moment you had spotted the target.

After securing the target and waiting for 141 to go and fetch said target, you couldn’t help get a dark feeling within you as you watch your ‘husbands’ get attacked with flirtatious women.

So as a good spouse, you march your way down the stairs, pushing against those skanks, I mean ladies, grab Ale and Rudy by their belts and lead them towards the bedroom you three were given.

Throwing away the radio to the side since the mission was already a success, you push both men onto the bed, not caring about their confused yet scared looks they give one another. Searching through your bags and draws you found it, your instruments of punishment.

Sauntering towards Ale and Rudy, you set off rules and safe-words. (Don’t have to read this part but for most, consent is sexy, pls dont block me)

Grabbing Ale by his belt you draw him in, his back towards your frame, the noise of his belt being undone and zipper being opened makes Rudy’s body tense as he watches his husband being undressed in front of him. It’s for the mission you would purr at them but in their shocked and growing horny-ness they silently agree as Ale is fully undressed.

His throbbing cock already turning a bright red from the situation you’ve put them in. Your hand clasped against his fleshy appendage and start to stroke him, soft wisps of whimpers leaving his lips before letting out a load moan as you squeeze his cock hard at the base, your voice sultry and demanding as you tell him to look at Rudy. “Don’t let your eyes leave your husband, not polite to ignore him, is it?”

Ale meekly gives a nod before you return to stroking his cock in your hands, watching Rudy slowly palm himself while watching you touch his beloved Ale, making them both slowly turn putty in your hands.

Your other hand already working its way to Ale’s rim, covered with lube that you’ve prepared out, stretching and toying to make sure the rubber toy could slide in.

You watch as Ale’s legs tremble as you increase your pace, stroking him faster and squeezing him harder while adding another finger inside his ass. His hand landing on top of your head as he tries to keep himself upright, the pleasure already bearing him to his first climax, his eyes still on Rudy who matches your pace with his fist on his own cock.

You watch both men unfold before you. Their cum flying onto the floor, their bodies and the bed.

Well shit. Perhaps the three of you need to do what sham throuples do, gotta make it believable, right?🫢

CORRUPTEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

MIS AMORES

MIS ESPOSOS

I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM

@lyralein

FOR YOU BESTIE

#asks #just corrupted anon

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heliads · 2 years

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Hello!!😁 I've just seen your post in which you said you would like to write about characters from the hunger games and I'm here to provide a request, if you like the idea🥰

Finnick × reader: It's kinda of a crazy idea and a bit long so sorry in advance:)

Reader is from district 5 and they won their games the next year after Finnick, them being the same age. They are close to Finnick, having travelled back and forth between district 4 and 5, due to reader's relative(maybe a brother that settled there because of marriage or some other reason). We know what happened to Finnick after he won :( and something happens to reader as well, but it's entirely different. They are an incredible singer and songwriter, and after singing an original piece during the games (because of fear and loneliness), Snow wants them as a personal entertainer (reader reminds him of Lucy gray if you've read the ballad of songbirds and snakes :) )

So, reader having been a prisoner, a sparkling jewel for Snow and the capitol, performing at parties and events, they get even closer to Finnick, him being the only one who understands the meaning behind each song they write, to the point of something romantic. They can't be together, especially in public, because of their conditions, so right before Peeta and Katniss win, a party is held and everyone can finally see their undeniable connection to Finnick, when the two find a rare moment to dance.

I want to leave the ending up to you, so will they just confess in front of everyone or continue to suffer (if you choose this one, maybe snow announces a marriage between the reader and some snob from the capitol, and the two lovers find out on the spot? and maybe they find a way to persuade snow into thinking that a marriage between Finnick and reader would be better? - this is just because I'm a sucker for a happy ending😭)

Thank you so much for listening and if you don't like it then that's okay, or if you do like it but want to change it, then that's also okay💛

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

thank you for sending in a hunger games request!!! also fandom aside this is AMAZING, your requests are always so creative and fun to write 😭😭

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You’re not entirely sure what’s real and what isn’t. On some surface level, you are smiling and beaming as if you might believe the emotions you’ve taken such care to display, but deep beneath your skin and bone, you’re back there, in the arena once more. Your eyes see different visions, one past, one present. Nothing seems to stick around long enough for you to be sure of it.

That is the problem with the Capitol, after all, they get into your head once you’ve spent too long amongst their bright lipsticked masses. Their eyes stare at you unblinkingly, pupils stretched and dilated as they watch you sing upon their stages. You have been their favorite plaything for quite some time now, no matter how much you wish they would just forget about you. Their favor shifts like the tides, surely it should leave you soon, right?

Despite all of their attention, you’re not sure that any of the legions of wealthy watchers have truly seen you in quite some time. Otherwise, they’d start to notice that the songs they love to examine don’t seem as happy or sweet as they thought. Lyrics are the only way for you to speak your mind, after all, even if the true message has to be hidden beneath a layer or two of literary fluff.

It’s their own fault, you decide. You should have been left to rot in peace after you won your round of the Hunger Games. You shouldn’t have had to return to the Capitol time and time again, until your house in the Victors’ Village in District Five goes empty more often than not. They like to have their darling little music box available at a single call, especially now that the latest round of the Hunger Games has begun.

You would have had to be here anyway, to act as a mentor for all of the tributes from your district who are about to die. You’ve been able to secure a good amount of gifts for your surviving girl, although her male counterpart died the first day during the initial bloodbath. You’d warned him to stay away from the Cornucopia, but then again, no one ever wants to listen. That’s as common amongst the citizens of the Panem districts as the gilded classes of the Capitol.

Still, you’re trying. On the occasions that you’re actually able to break away from the stage to send aid to the remaining tribute from District Five, you’re pleased to see that she’s doing well, for the most part. She’s only fourteen or fifteen, but she sparks with wit. She might be able to win if she’s able to outfox everyone else, but enough fame is growing around those two tributes from District Twelve that you can only hope she’ll last long enough to make it out.

Already, though, you think she might be a lost cause. No matter how many compliments you lay on her to all available sponsors, you can tell one thing that they can’t. There’s a look in the girl’s eyes that tells you she’s going to give up soon enough. It might not happen for hours, maybe even days, but at one point an accident will come and she’ll stop fighting.

No one else knows it, you think, except perhaps the other mentors. There’s no way to recognize that complacency unless you’ve been in the arena and seen it on the faces of the other tributes. You swore to yourself the second you were reaped that you wouldn’t be a murderer, that you’d win by keeping yourself alive and letting the others take each other out. If you were going to win the Hunger Games, you wanted to do it right.

That, of course, was just a dream. You’re not going to let yourself think about how many people you did kill, what it felt like to plunge a dagger into someone’s chest and watch their breathing slow. You know exactly what it looks like when someone gives up on living because they always stared at you like that in the split second before they died, like they accepted once and for all that they were never going to win.

Instead, you were going to win, but at what cost? The residents of the Capitol love to applaud your songs, to read between lines and think of themselves as proper detectives for figuring out all of the red herrings you throw at them. In truth, not a single song of yours has been about love. How could it, when you haven’t been human enough to feel something like that since the day you appeared in the arena?

Instead, each song is about a tribute. The record-toppers are usually about the ones you killed, because even the harshest critics can’t deny that there’s strong emotion in them. Sure, it’s because you lie awake at night wondering if there was another way, if perhaps you killed all those kids because you wanted to, but who in the Capitol wouldn’t applaud real feelings in a place where anything other than falsehoods is a sin only found with the children dying onscreen?

Dimly, you hear the song winding down, and come back to something similar to reality just in time to hit your last nights. You’re hit by a wave of applause, and let it sink into your skin like hooks. Every standing room only show means one thing: another month before they let you go. At some point, you accepted that you’ll never truly be able to leave, but you still like to pretend otherwise.

You depart the receiving room of the Capitol as soon as you can. You’re not allowed to set foot onto Capitol streets without an armed escort. Supposedly, this is to make sure that no crazed fans try to kidnap you, but you harbor a suspicion that it’s actually a guarantee that you can’t try to run for it.

Still, they let you have the illusion of freedom by letting you walk wherever you want under the surveillance of only a dozen or so security cameras. You pace through the corridors until you find a high balcony overlooking the streets surrounding you. They’re busy tonight, likely because Capitol residents, when they’re not holding gaudy watch parties so they can bet on which teenager will be the next to bite it, do something they affectionately refer to as faux reapings.

Basically, they’ll send out gilded invitations on thickest cardstock to all of their wealthiest friends so they can ‘rough it’ by watching the Games outside instead of the safety of their climate controlled penthouses and mansions. They’ll have servants and waitstaff set out exquisite venues in neighboring parks or gardens, with the token plant or supposedly extinct animal on hand to prove their mettle at wilderness survival.

In reality, it’s nothing better than a floral soiree, but to the citizens of the Capitol, it’s far more immersive than a simple holographic display. It’s like they’re in the Games, or so they claim. Being in the Games is the last thing you’d want to do, but you suppose it’s easier for them to enjoy it when they’re never living in fear about what it would be like to be a twelve year old dying at the hands of a starving friend, so they cluster outside anyways.

“That might have been the most depressing performance I’ve seen all year,” a voice next to you says matter-of-factly.

You turn, surprised, to see the Capitol’s other favorite golden tribute coming to a stop beside you. Technically, you’ve met Finnick Odair before, but it was never personal, always some Capitol debutante wanting to see how many tributes they could convince to retreat together to their personal chambers.

At this moment, however, all you can think about is that he is decidedly less charming than you’d heard. “That’s a wonderful compliment, Odair,” you reply, “I’ll be sure to keep my melancholy attitude at bay next time I’m dragged before the Capitol again.”

Finnick nods somberly. If he’s affected by your sarcasm, it’s only to entertain him further. “You should. If anyone dares open their eyes a little more, they’d realize that you’re not actually here for your own amusement. Appearances are all we’ve got, sweetheart. It would do you good to keep yours intact.”

You lean back against the balcony so you can look him dead in the eyes. “Oh, and I’m supposed to believe that your dashing good humor is just an act, too? You’ve had that going on for far too long. At some point, you have to have believed in it at least once.”

Finnick takes a fast step forward, just out of range of the watching cameras. All of a sudden, his smirk drops, and the look in his eyes is soulless and dead. “You tell me. Does this look real to you?”

A second later, the teasing grin is back up in full force, as if it had never left at all. “Don’t look so shocked, Y/N, we’re supposed to be having a fun conversation.”

You roll your eyes. “Alright, then. You’re unhappy. We all are, that’s no surprise. Name a single victor who’s ever been grateful to the Capitol for anything except that they don’t have to starve anymore.”

Finnick arches a brow. “I would have thought you’d be alright with the whole deal. Your singing gets you out of the less palatable uses for victors.”

You look away. “Yes, President Snow has an affinity for his songbirds. He enjoys dragging them out before crowds to hear their voice, but most of all, he likes to keep them in cages. At least you get to keep your secrets, Finnick. There is no part of me that isn’t on glaring display for everyone else to see.”

Finnick inclines his head solemnly. “I don’t think that’s true, though, is it? You know, they should be able to tell that your songs aren’t quite so pro-Capitol as they believe, but that isn’t the case. Not even Snow seems to have a problem with it.”

“Snow doesn’t have to know,” you shoot him a warning look, “and he won’t, will he?”

He just chuckles. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to tell on you. That wouldn’t do well for my image, would it? I’m just glad to know that I’m not the only one here about to lose their minds.”

Out of some impulse you don’t think you could name if you tried, you reach out and place your hand gently on the balcony beside you. It’s close enough to Finnick that he could take your hand if he wanted to, and after a moment of staring, he does.

“You’re not alone in this,” you whisper, and he nods.

“Neither are you.”

Thus begins what might be the happiest time of your life. Sure, you don’t have many good memories to compete with, but still. Finnick is at the Capitol almost as often as you are, and suddenly, your new songs start to have meanings outside of just tallying up the bodies you can’t stop seeing whenever you close your eyes.

You didn’t think you had it in you to love. You shouldn’t, at any rate, you’re more monster than man and have been for quite some time, but Finnick makes you believe that you could heal after all. There are conversations to be had in the midst of loud rooms when no one else can overhear, clandestine meetings skirting security cameras. Even as the 74th Hunger Games progress, the truth remains clear to you: you love Finnick Odair, and he loves you.

The only problem is that you’re not the kind of person who can be loved half so easily at Finnick. You make a mistake soon enough in wanting to have more with Finnick than just secret conversations. There’s a gala to mark half the tributes killed, and both you and Finnick are invited, along with most of the other mentors and everybody who’s anybody in the Capitol.

One dance. That’s all it took to get on Snow’s radar. It was supposed to be nothing. Finnick had taken your hand and led you to the floor when a particularly good song started playing. You have long since accepted the fact that you would follow him anywhere, so you went with him. It was just a waltz. It should have been nothing out of the ordinary, you dance with other victors all the time.

The issue is that you don’t feel the same way about other victors as Finnick, and it showed. Suddenly, all the major news sources were talking about how Finnick Odair and Y/N L/N were definitely in love. Victors aren’t supposed to have feelings of their own, so President Snow’s claws latched around you with a fervor even more intense than usual.

Suddenly, everyone was talking about the fact that Snow might lose his favored songbird to the Capitol’s favorite victor from District Four. It’s a double loss for the Capitol, of course, not only would you be off the market forever but Finnick would be as well, at least for a month or two after the supposed future wedding.

Snow couldn’t have that, could he? Not when he seems obsessed with making sure that you, his chosen singer, would never truly be able to leave his clutches. There’s another story buried there, deep within the copper stained roses showing up mysteriously in your quarters and the scheduled appearances. Snow has not always won, but he’ll never lose again. He would sell anyone out to make sure of it.

To chase the news that you might love Finnick, Snow announced something far more grand within twenty-four hours of that ill-fated dance. All of a sudden, you weren’t in love with Finnick, you couldn’t possibly, because you were already engaged to a man you had never met.

According to the news sources already salivating at the thought of a true love story, Umber Meadowberry is a wonderful man, but even the most delightful savior would forever be scarred in your eyes for one reason and one reason only: he is not be Finnick Odair, and thus he is worthless to you.

Finnick tried to talk to you the second the news of your phony engagement came out, but all of a sudden the guards at your door were keeping adoring fans away and him as well. You tried to sneak out to find him, but no luck. You are being followed even more than you ever were.

You’re allowed one last performance before the wedding. The whole affair is terribly rushed, but anyone who dares comment on it suddenly goes missing or immediately starts talking about how they were wrong to ever doubt Snow’s choices. You go onto the stage dressed in white, and the entire audience rises to their feet to cheer. Who cares about Finnick, when you are now forever linked to one of them?

Your supposed fiance, Umber Meadowberry, is in the front row. He smiles at you, a greasy sort of smile that reeks of centuries of old family money and partners who had best sit down and shut up when they’re not on display. You will spend the rest of your life in a glass box, perfect for all who dare approach, then left cracked and bleeding when nobody can see.

Caesar Flickerman bounds over to you, grinning ear to ear so hard that it must hurt. He tells you that he’s bleached his hair in honor of your wedding festivities, and he gestures to it excitedly. Will you be singing your most popular song, he asks, the one about the boy in the meadow? Everyone knows it’s such a romantic song.

In truth, it’s about the last boy you killed, but only one Finnick has ever known that. They’ve dragged him here too, sat between two men who are definitely soldiers in case you try something. You lock eyes once with him, and see straight through the polished exterior to someone who has just had their life’s purpose dragged from him. Finnick nods once when he sees you looking. Whatever you need to do, he’s giving you permission to do it. Even if that involves marrying Umber Meadowberry to make sure you survive.

Instead, you turn to Caesar and say that you’re actually going to be playing a song that you wrote just last night. The man jumps into the air, clapping his hands together in sheer thrill. Everyone in the audience titters and whispers about what it could be about. Obviously, your fiance must be the topic, and you watch as he leans from one side to the other, shaking hands and receiving compliments on his upcoming trophy.

The music starts, and you begin to sing. This time, you don’t bother to hide the true message of the song beneath metaphors and figurative language. The story is plain and bare, yet somehow the most beautiful thing you’ve ever written in your life. Before your eyes, the Capitol audience quiets and grows cold as they realize the truth of what you’re saying.

The song itself is relatively simple. There’s a songbird, you sing, a caged bird who found love even when their hands were stained red with blood. They’ll do anything for that love, even if it was taken from them. Even something drastic, like cut out their own tongue to ensure that they would never sing for anyone but their love.

The song fades, and the eyes of the Capitol are upon you as you reach inside a jeweled pouch on your belt to draw out a small knife. You open your red-dyed lips and place the knife against your tongue. The message is obvious, and the audience rises to their feet in unison, clutching themselves with horror as they realize what it is that you mean to do.

The metal is cold against your mouth, but your resolve is firm. It is horrifying, but after all that you’d done in the arena, the Capitol should know that you’re not going to back down from a little blood. They made you a monster, and now they get to find out that their darling songbird has claws.

Just before you can start to cut, though, the background behind you changes from a view of Caesar desperately trying to stop the live footage to a scene of President Snow sitting at his desk. There’s a vial of white roses on the far corner of the mahogany, although you swear they’re not sitting in water, instead something shadowed and wine-dark.

He claps, slow applause ringing through the video. The Capitol residents in the audience look amongst themselves nervously, then start to clap as well at the sight of their beloved leader.

Snow allows the jubilation to continue for a full minute longer before he starts to speak. “What we have here is a beautiful display of love. Is that not what we treasure here in the Capitol, the dedication to do whatever it takes for those our hearts desire?”

He gestures to you, and you feel your blood run cold. You have forced his hand, and whatever Snow chooses to do will no doubt have consequences far more severe than one mere round in the arena.

However, Snow would do many things before he loses his songbird, and even allowing you to follow your heart is less damaging than having you cut out your music once and for all.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that I am impressed with Y/N’s spirit. For that reason, why not have a wedding after all? Our victors are dear to us in the Capitol, and there could be no greater union than between two of our favorite winners. I say now, let Y/N and Finnick wed. I look forward to seeing how they repay us for such an excellent opportunity.”

You slowly remove the knife from where it still presses against your lips, and stare at Finnick, who has risen to his feet across the crowded amphitheater. He looks just as terrified as you, but slowly, surely, he starts to smile. Yes, there will be consequences. There always are. For now, though, you have Finnick at last, and he is all that you have ever needed.

requested by @zaypay, i hope you enjoy!

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