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billy lenz hcs (nsfw: mdni)
billy lenz x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)
warning: this is set in the mid-to-late 70s, perversion, old school + kinda one-sided phone sex, billy is loud as fuck + a creep + delusional, scent/musk kink, cumming on clothing, copious mentions of cum + precum, using cum as lube, dry humping, extremely dubious consent (somnophilia), masturbation (+ billy edging), oral sex (both giving + receiving, facefucking reeiiving), reader is referred to as 'piggy', p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), ass eating/nondescript tongue fucking (giving + receiving), handjob mention, implied violence (not towards reader), overstimulation (giving + receiving), diy home reno gloryhole, old school cum tribute, foot humping/light cbt??, light bondage (pun), sex toys (for billy), hickeys + biting (giving + receiving)
a/n: kinda edited. happy holidays folks!! this might be ooc but i swear i tried. was gonna add more feet stuff bc it's billy, but decided against it. if you're into that kinda thing, use your imagination - i only mentioned it once and i think that's enough tbh. this one also doesn't have as much literal sexual intercourse as my other hcs (just a heads up)
it's been a hot minute since i've watched the film, so the characteristics might be off (i based this on my own interpretation of him and i haven't really read any billy fics recently.. oops)
it's a little rushed but i really did try! hope you like it
order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much
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general hcs
billy got bored of all the sorority piggies and moved, hiding in a mixed residential college dorm building - a creaky colonial-style residence with a spacious attic. the first time he sees you, you're getting dressed to join the other boarders for dinner. billy heard you humming to a radio and peered down between the cracks in the stained floorboard. he's been unhealthily obsessed with you since then <3
billy is an absolute pervert and will sexualize anything and everything you do. from scratching your neck to wandering around your room in your underwear, he's already ogling and muttering how much of a fuckin tease you are
he becomes bolder over time and eventually sneaks into your room at night. after you catch him lurking in the darkness of your room and he doesn't get immediately thrown out, he grows more and more trusting of you. billy becomes accepting of your begrudging attraction to him and he definitely takes full advantage of it :< you reluctantly give him permission to venture into your room if he needs company or an outlet for his pent-up sexual energy - it must be pretty cold and lonely in the attic, what's the harm in cuddling with the lanky man? he's already your dirty secret and at this point, he'd kill for you
his favourite pastime is calling your room's rotary phone during the day and either making mundane conversation with you or having you listen to his rambling as he strokes his cock, not even ten feet away from you. if you start bashfully touching yourself to his babbling or accidentally let slip a moan, tilt your head towards the ceiling so he can see your blissed-out expressions (he definitely cums on the spot)
if you want to get in his good books, put some old cabaret music on your cassette player and give billy a show - whether it's a sensual strip tease or you touching yourself on your bed, billy will be over the moon. as the music ends and the room is quiet - apart from your heavy breathing and thumping heartbeat - little gasps and applause drifts down from your ceiling, making you blush and whisper your thanks
there is not a moment when this man is quiet. in sexual situations, of course he's going to breath loudly, growl and spout obscenities, but even in regular conversation he rambles and expresses his opinions in long, convoluted trains of thought
billy loves it when you're just with him - in reality, you're alone in your room with a creep peering down at you from above, but it's better to let him be delusional. no harm has come of it... yet
don't worry your silly little head about the opaque liquid dripping from ceiling, directly above the bed :< it's either his spit, tears or precum drooling down between the wooden paneling from him constantly edging, the sight of you just existing is enough to turn him on. if it somehow lands on you, billy will cum instantly at the sight of you with his love painting your skin. you look like his perfect piggy, he can't help it :(
he has a habit of dragging his leaking tip over your face while you sleep, smearing his musky precum over your skin for you to smell when you wake. his favourite hobby is staining your skin in his stinky, salty scent - from cumming in your underwear as a way of marking you to wiping off his pre on your lips (as to not stain his boxers), he will make any excuse to clean off his cock on you. if you've been dismissive of him or too caught up in studying, he'll threaten to wake you up by dragging his musty balls over your face. just saying.
whenever he sneaks down to spend time with you skin-to-skin, billy practically goes feral. he's already jittery and constantly rock hard, so expect him to hump you like the degenerate mutt he is. every time you hug or lie next to him, he'll wrap his arms around you and start grinding against you, burying his face in your shoulder. he might not even want to initiate sex!! billy just wants to show his affection and attraction to you :(
billy isn't lying on the phone calls about what he wants to do to you. his inexperience is second to his enthusiasm and need to tongue-fuck you at every given opportunity. your spit-shined, sloppy hole is his favourite view on any day of the week and you bet he's going to make the most of it. make sure to place down a towel under his hips while he goes to town, he tends to leak precum freely and stain your bedsheets whenever you two so much as hug :>
he is a massive drooler, so watch out for the spit puddles on your pillow and mattress after he graces you with a visit. billy is also massive fan of visiting you in the dark - be it night or whenever you have your curtains closed - as he is pretty embarrassed about his constant ahegao face. it's especially prevalent when you touch him just right or suckle on his skin in that perfect spot
billy is constantly babbling about how much you can take his juicy, meaty cock in your tight piggy hole and frantically escalates whenever you pick up the phone. he always describes how he's gonna taste your arousal and fuck you until your legs are shaking, his fingers itching to touch every inch of you. billy's third-person descriptions throw you off a little, but he gets the point across pretty well. his insane squeals and huffs get louder as the lewd, wet rhythm picks up with every passing minute
if someone picks on you, he'll find their phone number and target them with streams of profanities and harassment until they leave you alone and back off. if you come home crying from a bad experience around strangers or tell him of someone who attempted to hurt you, he'll take it upon himself to dispose of them. how else would he rid himself his violent urges? he has to protect you and keep you for himself somehow
expect weird, out of place stains on all of your clothing. from small splatters to large and obvious splotches, every clothing item has remnants of his visits to your dorm room
billy has long-winded phone calls with you, about everything from your life to your interests and favourite things. there's shuffling above you every once in a while, but don't worry about it. it's not possums or raccoons in the insulation, just billy trying to get comfortable - his back aches from craning his neck to see you in, leering from in between the wooden gaps
he will leave you little scribbled notes on crumpled, used envelopes - his barely legible chicken scratch goes on about how pretty you look when he's looking down at you and how fun you are to play with
billy is incredibly touch starved - he'll regift items he finds laying around in exchange for kisses or even a rushed handjob (if he asks nicely enough). the nicer and less dusty the present, the better the reward
his idea of heaven is the feeling of you gagging and choking on his dick, especially the dazed look in your eyes while he fucks your face. the way you catch your breath and let him just stand above you, staring at the mess of cum he made on your face, has his heart pounding in his chest. billy's gaze is one of pure adoration, especially when you have his throbbing cock resting safely in your mouth
prepare to be overstimulated!! he's a fuck machine and will go until he's shooting blanks, or you shove him off to take a break. he is so conditioned from his constant masturbating that he does not get soft after shooting his load - he keeps hissing through the sensitivity as he drills into you like a jackrabbit, hitting your deepest points and sending shivers down your spine. he uses his thick, goopy cum as lube half of the time - he often cums the second he pushes into you, feeling your warmth around him. good thing he has animalistic stamina and strong thighs :>
billy is extremely noisy but will gladly attempt to muffle himself if it means he won't get found out, if it means he gets to stay in the residence - with you - for longer. he's a whiny and breathy moaner though, so never expect complete silence
his pale skin practically glows under the moonlight whenever he pays you a night-time visit. his cock bobs whenever you ghost your fingers over his side and through his hair, precum pooling and dripping down his long length as he gently moves his foreskin back to reveal his flushed - borderline purplish red - cock head. the few freckles scattering his tummy and the wild, wispy brown bush surrounding his base makes him feel pretty insecure about his body - it's not at all like the buff, tan men in the risqué mags or porno tapes. reassure him that he's mouthwateringly attractive, swollen cock and all. the one downside of giving billy head is that his cum tastes very acidic and bitter - invite him to share a healthy lunch of salad and fruit with a healthy jug of water every once in a while, it'll benefit you both
most of the encounters between you two will happen at night or with him partially obscured, but eventually he'll gain enough confidence to emerge from his den and visit during the daytime
he makes a glory hole at the top of the stairs that lead to the attic - he knocks out a section of paneling that's hidden next to a cabinet, perfect for you to hide behind while kneeling :< he's not that considerate though, he still forces you to be vigilant while he makes you choke on his length without a care - you can't give him away, not in a compromising position like this!!
he sneaks into your bathroom and showers with your hair product and soap whenever he feels lonely. he's too musty to change his clothing and wear some of yours, but he's not above nicking your clothes detergent whenever your scent starts fading away.
billy is also in the habit of hiding in the shower behind the partially see-through curtain, lurking - his presence makes you hum in greeting as you wash your hands in the sink. he might stick his hard cock out from behind the curtain and giggle as it bobs just in your line of sight. if you decide to glance up at the tall silhouette while you take him down your throat, you'll see his hands scrunching the material into a wrinkled mess. at least you have billy's musty cardigan to kneel on, bruised knees are never fun
if you fall asleep while studying on your desk, he'll scuttle down and shift you ontop of the bed - he can't have his object of affection feeling under the weather. strained muscles and unnecessary soreness are gonna get in the way of your fun time with billy!
you might think you're going insane from time to time... don't worry though. the giggles, shuffling and faint moans echoing in your head are real, he's living directly above you after all. nothing to worry about :<
he is a little bit of a hoarder and definitely a thief - from strands of your hair on the floor to dirty tissues that landed in the bin after a masturbation session, it all ends up in billy's little gross pile of stuff in the corner of his lair
billy is creepy and definitely sneaks into your room at night to jerk off furiously in the corner - he loves looming in the shadows as his tip leaks like a broken faucet, groaning at the peaceful sight of you sleeping without a care. if he's feeling adventurous, he'll use your limp hand to hold his balls as he drips all over your mattress and strokes his length
whenever he's bored of the stashed porn mags in the attic, billy watches you below as you study and his hand wanders south. he uses your speed of writing as the metronome of his strokes and tries his best to not fuck his hand at the thought of giving you some 'under the desk support'
while you're out in classes, he beelines towards your bed and takes a nap in your bed, cuddling with one of your plushies. you may have caught him mid-snooze more than once, but you'd best not bring up how cute the stinky man looks or else he'll start sulking
billy guilt trips you into paying more attention to him - he needs someone to talk to plus he can fuck you too, what else could you possibly want? you see how needy he is firsthand when you return after class, walking in on him pinching his nipples as he bucks his hips and humps into your pillow. his desperate whines of your name tug at your heartstrings as you coo at his pathetic display. he really does get lonely though - billy likes imagining how it would feel to be hugged by you whenever he's feeling chilly upstairs
he will sit on your face as he gets off on demeaning you, sensually running his fingers over his cockhead as he rests his tight balls on the bridge of your nose. he has a knack for degrading you but isn't able to resist praising you, babbling about how good you're being for him and how hard he is because of you
he scatters polaroid cum tributes around your room whenever he visits without you noticing. all of the photos he took of you are eerie and at angles that could only be explained by him tailing you throughout your day-to-daylife. don't feel paranoid though, he's only wanting to ensure your safety! unfortunately, the evidence of his lurking was too tempting for him... it's now permanently stained with evidence of his lust. hope you like the present
billy asks you to buy him a vibrator for christmas! why- what do you mean no? but he gets lonely, he'll need something to keep him company. would you change your mind if he says you can use it on him too? :>
he cleans up your room to the best of his ability! he's not all altruistic though... billy steals your chewed pencils, sniffs your dirty underwear and swaps out your sweaty pillowcases to cuddle with and huff your scent from later
billy lenz is actually gross. he will want to bend over you and bury his nose into your chest, armpits and crotch after a long day. your sweat is such a turn-on for him, his cock swelling the moment you swing open your dorm door with a tired groan
if he wants to be more submissive to you, he'll beg you to help him cum by lightly grinding your foot into his throbbing cock. billy's bulge may strain against his sweatpants and tears may roll down his face, but the damp patch betrays his filthy arousal as it grows progressively bigger. the moment you comment on his enjoyment, he flushes deep red and his masochistic grin betrays how drunk he is on the pressure of your foot
tie him to a chair with old christmas lights he found in the attic, the glass bulb clinking together as he shivers at your teasing - slowly suck his cock and trail up to his tip with your tongue, edging him to the point of tears. he drools as you squeeze his cock slightly in his hand and scold him for being such a pervert
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amab hcs
he mutters how soft your skin is and how handsome you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but billy never fails to groan how amazing you feel as you clench around him
if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'juicy piggy cock' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling
if you roll onto your back throughout a night when billy pays you a visit, he'll palm and kiss at your bulge as you sleep. he hisses in delight whenever you hump into his warm mouth, muffled noises becoming breathier with each passing moment. his guilty pleasure is dragging his tongue along your length and hearing your bleary whimpers
find two dildos that have a similar size and shape as you! he is pretty inexperienced in same-sex relationships, so why not help him practice? it'll be much easier for him to train his hole and gag reflex if he can practice on your size, even when you're away from your dorm :>
billy gets extremely jealous whenever you speak to anyone ever :( if he catches you planning a date or even talking to someone else, he'll whine a lot more than normal and sniffle down the line the next time you pick up the receiver. he might be able to pass it off as his normal attitude and shenanigans, but you know him better than he gives you credit for. invite him down to your room, cuddle him for a bit and fuck him into the mattress to show how much you care - whisper about how good he's being for you and mark up his neck with love bites
tangle your fingers in his hair as you kiss down his jaw, guiding him to sit in your lap as you shift in your seat and buck up into him. watch as his eyes roll and his tongue lolls as you hit his prostate over and over, fucking him dumb so easily
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afab hcs
he mutters how soft your skin is and how pretty you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you take him down to the balls
if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'pretty piggy cunt' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling
billy cums all over your pussy as you sleep, leaving you to blearily wake up in confusion as it cools on your skin. it's already a messy cleanup, so be thankful he didn't choose to mark his territory your whole body
he wants you to sit on his face!! billy will eat you out like no tomorrow, throbbing and leaking uncontrollably into your sheets. he slurps and sucks on your clit until you see stars - despite his inexperience, his vigor and obvious enjoyment makes up for his sloppy movements
he squishes and squeezes at your tits as he sits crisscross on your mattress, staring in fascination. his excitement visibly increases at every mewl and whine from your mouth, jolting at your louder noises and chuckling at your breathless gasps. the softness of your breasts always catches him off-guard, his constant need to cum all over your chest becoming more and more obvious
the lewd sounds of him stroking his cock and you fingering your cunt are all the more prevalent whenever you're lying down together and he's spooning you. he's panting into your hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist from behind as you circle you clit firmly. the obscene, sloppy sounds echoing throughout your room end up on replay in both your heads for the next day
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ftm hcs
he mutters how soft your skin is and how handsome you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you take him to the hilt
if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'wet piggy hole' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling
billy cums all over your boypussy as you sleep, leaving you to blearily wake up in confusion as it cools on your skin. it's already a messy cleanup, so be thankful he didn't choose to mark your skin up as well. he's a notorious biter and will not shy away from leaving bruises to ward off competition
he loves cornering you against your wall in the middle of the night - everything from the feeling of your arousal coating onto his fingers as he jerks you off, to the sharpness of your teeth biting into his shoulders as you muffle yourself. his favourite part is feeling your muscles slowly relaxing as you come down from your high
he suckles on your tcock as you leak down and coat his chin in your cum. billy will be a menace and run his cockhead against your hole and use your precum to jack off, coating your heated skin in his thick spend
he loves hearing how ruined the both of you become whenever you fuck yourself on his cock - he has the perfect vantage point to watch you bounce on his lap as he digs his fingers into your waist, sloppy sounds echoing around the room as his balls slap against your ass. billy's panting whimpers sound so pretty as he grits his teeth whenever you clench on his length
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mtf hcs
he mutters how soft your skin is and how pretty you look under him. yes, he might narrate the entire time (in third person, nonetheless) but he groans out how amazing you feel as you clench around him. he has a habit of burying his nose in your hair whenever he bottoms out, needing to be drowned in your scent and the feeling of your pussy
if you lie quietly in bed, you'll hear obscene and muffled ramblings about your 'pretty piggy hole' and billy's perverted fantasies drifting down from the paneled ceiling
if you roll onto your back throughout the night, he mouths at your bulge as you sleep. he hisses in delight whenever you hump into his warm mouth, muffled noises becoming breathier with each throb against his lips
he will swipe a lipstick or two for you - the sight of you with it smeared all over your face after a rough facefucking makes him giggle with glee, the pigment staining the base of his cock. he thinks you're all the more beautiful when he gets to ruin your makeup after you're all done up for him
billy latches onto your tits whenever you're shirtless - he loves leaving teeth marks and bruises around your nipples, practically marking his territory. he especially loves when the purple love-bites peek out over the cup of your bra :>
he loves bending you over your bed whenever he fucks you, your face buried in your pillow to muffle you loud noises as your girlcock dribbles all over your sheets. it's not like billy isn't making a mess either - his drool flying everywhere as he fucks you in a frenzy, balls slapping against the back of your pretty thighs. no matter how much or how deep he cums in you, it always dribbles back out of you and stains your bedding with the drying droplets
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if modern day billy lenz had a ph account and made videos of him masturbating in the dark (while making his weird noises and shit), he would have a solid fanbase of weirdos who find it creepy and hot. i'm saying this as someone who would watch him religiously btw :>
thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.
stay safe.
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Hunger Games AU
I’m rewatching the Hunger Games, which means you all have to see as I throw yet another HG AU into the world. No, there are not enough already.
Kaz Brekker won his games at 13 years old. He’d volunteered for his brother, Jordie. Jordie had been 17, just about to age out of Reaping age. And yet, his name had been called when those papers were drawn from that stupid glass bowl. Kaz’s name had been in there 53 times, Jordie’s only 10. Despite being the runt of the litter, even in the Barrel District, Kaz had volunteered. And he’d won. He fought like a wild dog, with his nails and teeth. When they pulled him out and crowned him Victor, he’d thought at very least that he’d be going home to his brother. That all of it would have been worth it. He arrived back home to an empty house and an unmarked grave. He’d torn the house to pieces, leaving hardly more than its four walls intact. It had been home for a Victor, and Kaz hadn’t felt like he’d won much of anything. He became a mentor after that, and a good one too. But the Capitol never did quite trust him.
Inej Ghafa won her Games the following year. She was Kaz’s first tribute; although she had not technically been born in his District, her name had been reaped all the same. She had refused to fight, those first few days in the training center. Kaz hadn’t forced her. But he showed her what would happen to her if she chose not to fight. Recordings of the Games were kept for tributes to study, and he had not spared her any detail, had not allowed her to look away from the screen. She agreed to learn how to use a knife after that. She spent most of her Games hiding. Well, maybe that wasn’t the right word. She was not hiding, not out of fear, she was stalking. Tributes would fall with silver knives sticking from their throats, knives that had seemingly come from nowhere. She’d suffered at the hands of the Capitol after being crowned Victor. No one could deny the Capitol their darling.
Jesper Fahey was Kaz’s second tribute. A farm boy with a knack for shooting. There were no guns in the Games, that’d make it too easy, but he could shoot an arrow well enough. Kaz trained him hard, even harder than he’d trained Inej. Because while Inej could rely on her ability to disappear, Jesper was difficult to hide. The Capitol enjoyed his charismatic jokes, which helped Kaz get him enough sponsorships to win him the Games. The life of a Victor didn’t suit him and his father, but the gambling halls kept his mind off the memories.
Nina Zenik was the District One tribute during the following year, which happened to be a Quarter Quell. She was trained to kill since she was a child. They’d supressed her powers before letting her loose in the arena. It would be unfair to put a Grisha against Otkazat'sya. Not that she’d needed luck. A begrudging alliance formed between the careers, just like every other year. But this year was different. This year, the last two standing, regardless of district, would go home Victors. She’d taken a liking to Matthias Helvar, despite the fact that he seemed very keen on betraying her, and was determined to win with him by her side.
Matthias Helvar was the District Two tribute during the Quarter Quell. He’d been trained to leave no survivors, regardless of District. The Quarter Quell would allow two Victors, and he was determined to go home with the second District Two tribute. He didn’t know her, but she was Fjerdan, he didn’t need to know her. Allowing Nina to watch his back, he’d planned to betray her once the numbers had dwindled. He hadn’t calculated falling for the District One tribute. They were both crowned Victor, and became mentors in their respective Districts. Matthias avoided Nina as much as he could, the guilt of losing his district partner to save the life of a Grisha weighing heavily on his shoulders.
Wylan Van Eck was Capitol-born through and through. He had grown up oblivious to the struggles of the Districts. But when he had been deemed a disappointment by his father, he was forced into becoming a stylist for the Games. He worked with the tributes from the Barrel District. As a stylist, he was forced to watch the Games, watch the violence and brutality. He’d watch alongside Kaz as the tributes fell. If the Bastard of the Barrel was feeling particularly charitable, he’d tell Wylan when to close his eyes and avoid the worst of it. He wanted the Games gone, but with a Gamemaker as a father, he didn’t have much of a choice but to do what he was told, unless he wanted to end up in the arena too.
#six of crows#hunger games au#fanfic ideas#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#nina zenik#soc headcanons#matthias helvar#soc
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I lost one of my chickens :( she was caught and carried away by a fox... I’ve been growing complacent about my chickens’ safety I think because we’ve only had one other attack before, a goshawk that swooped in abruptly (unsuccessfully), but no fox sightings nearby so I’ve been assuming Pandolf was a great deterrent. Which he is, just not foolproof. I’ve talked to some people in town about this and they were pretty philosophical about foxes stealing chickens, like “it’s the tribute we pay to woodland animals, it’s just a few hens here and there.” I don’t begrudge the fox for being a fox, if anything I have a renewed respect for foxes because everyone I talked to proceeded to give me their best / worst fox stories, and most of them involved foxes outsmarting humans (learning people’s habits / timetables, opening latches, faking a limp...) Still I feel terrible for my hen, she was only three. RIP Cordy :( You’ll be remembered fondly... (except by the cats.) I feel bad for the other hen too, who just lost her pal!
When I said that last thing, one of my neighbours jumped on the opportunity to try and convince me again to accept a rooster from him. He had a rooster baby boom last summer and I’ve been telling him for months that I don’t need a rooster, I don’t want to raise chickens I just want eggs, and his new argument was that a rooster would protect my hen (or if it comes to that, would heroically sacrifice himself rather than let the hen be eaten—I’m sceptical...) I asked around for a young hen but there aren’t any to be had in this season, so my remaining one is going to be alone until the spring, and my neighbour said she’d get stressed and male company is better than no company. (I wish I could ask my hen what she wants! Maybe she’s penning A Coop Of One’s Own as we speak.) I said the rooster was more likely to stress her out and harass her and he said nah they’re free ranging all day, it’ll be fine, and he’s young so your adult hen will boss him around. I was like, but then will he be any good at protecting her? etc. etc. and after a while I caved in.
When I told her about this on the phone my mum sighed “you’re terrible at saying no”—excuse me, I said no so many times and the guy just kept ploughing on until he could foist a rooster upon me. I’m good at saying no, other people are terrible at hearing it! I reassured her that I had only agreed to take the rooster for a short probationary period, and if he bothers my hen too much I’ll drive him back to his native farm. My mum was like “Drive him back? look I’m sorry I raised you as a city kid but there’s no need to waste gas on driving a rooster around, I’ll have no qualms about wringing his neck for dinner if he’s more trouble than he’s worth.” The rooster’s fate is not sealed though, if he is anywhere from vaguely useful to not actively problematic I’ll keep him, so we’ll see...!
#if i return him where he came from he'll end up eaten anyway#prove yourself rooster! escape your fate#to go back to the fox attack; my other chicken went to hide in the barn (which is always open and they were not far from it)#and i thought she'd been eaten too because i couldn't find her anywhere. until i heard her clucking to herself anxiously#i called her and she clucked louder in response but refused to come out of her hiding place#after 10min of playing marco polo with a chicken in the barn i finally found her huddled at the bottom of#the large basket i use to store kindling#and pandolf & i went to look for cordy although i didn't have any hope#and we ended up finding feathers quite far away in the woods#i was very impressed by pandolf's ability to follow the fox's smell ! i've been teaching him 'cherche' but he's not that good at tracking#or not motivated enough when it's just for fun#but since he failed in his duty to protect his flock i guess he was suddenly very determined to be#a good dog in some other way and he was sniffing the ground so seriously#sorry the post was already long and i'm writing another one in the tags!
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Sharp Knives, Sharp Gazes | Clove Kentwell
Synopsis: A dangerous attraction to one of the deadly careers leads to more than you could have bargained for, including unlikely friendships and romance.
Masterlist
Pairing: Clove Kentwell x District 4!Reader
Notes: Not canon compliant (Glimmer lives, careers are OOC because they are not mindless killers). Someone save Finnick before Y/N gives him a heart attack. Marvel is fun to write, even though I'm a Cato fan.
A prickle of anxiety jolted down your spine as you lifted your eyes and met a pair of amused ones. Your eyes flickered down and paused on the grin stretching across her freckled face.
She was undeniably pretty, but the deadly glint in her eyes convinced your fellow tributes to stay away from her. Somehow, you had caught her attention and you would have been endlessly flustered had it not been for the dire circumstances you found yourself in.
“Hey, 4. You look scrappy enough. Good. The last few years your district has produced nothing but disappointments.”
You snap out of your trance and tear your gaze away from the menacing girl from District 2, coming face to face with the smug male tribute from 1–Marvel.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, 1.”
“Feisty. Look, for some reason Clove thinks it would be interesting to bring you into our fold. Don’t look at me like that, she said it, not me. So what do you say? Care to live up to District 4’s legacy as a part of the Career Pack, or are you going to scamper around and die off like a fish out of water?”
The boy finished his (very convincing) speech with a sigh as if you were the terrible inconvenience in this situation. Although, despite how annoyed you grew with him, you respected his skills with a spear and it was apparent he held some begrudging respect for you as well.
“Clove? I thought Cato was your leader? I don’t think he’s open for recruitment, shouldn’t you run this idea past him first?”
“He’s not a dictator, you’ll be fine. Besides, we can all see how valuable you are. You fling around that trident of yours like it’s an extension of your arm.”
Oh. Marvel just praised you. Had you knocked your head too many times on the train ride to the Capitol?
“And then what, you’ll slit my throat in my sleep when I’m no longer of use?”
He smiles a little at your retort before growing serious, an expression so foreign on his face that you couldn't help but wait patiently to hear what he had to say next.
“Maybe. But you have a better chance with us. Who knows, maybe you’ll even win this and get to go home. Bring pride to your district and whatnot.”
You were definitely dreaming. This was the same Marvel who you thought was a bloodthirsty, hormonal time bomb. Turns out he may hate this situation nearly as much as you.
“I’ll think about it. See you at the interviews tonight, Marvel.”
He nods as if expecting your answer, though you catch his eyebrows raising up as you address him properly for the first time.
“See you around, Y/N.”
As he stalks off towards his favorite station--the spear throw station, you look around to see Clove watching you with an unreadable expression. Luckily, it appeared to be less murderous than usual.
Well that’s nice. Better than having her plotting ways to skin me.
It is not until you’re waiting in line for the interviews with Caesar to start that Clove finally approaches you.
“Y/N. Marvel said you would consider joining us in the arena. I look forward to it.”
You gape as you look at the girl, face heating up uncomfortably as you could barely register her words. She looked so…pretty.
The girl looks at you in concealed wonder, eyes twinkling with mischief. You’re confused for a few moments before you make eye contact with an amused Marvel behind her.
“You don’t look bad yourself, Y/N.”
The girl spins around and stalks off towards Cato who’s begun watching the three of you like you’ve all grown another head.
“Smooth. Didn’t know you had the hots for her. I guess you were quite happy that she was the one to ask for you.”
Marvel grins at you, and for once it’s not a condescending ‘I’m better than you’ type of grin. You groan quietly to yourself, too tired to even flinch when he swings an arm around your shoulder and drags you towards the line of tributes.
Well if the other tributes had no idea of your allegiance, they sure did now.
“So you’re with us then?”
“I don’t have any other choice, you’re already clinging to me like a barnacle.”
Cato smiles, oh so minutely, at your remark to Marvel, nodding at you with a reinvigorated respect that he didn’t seem to extend to many.
Glimmer’s pleased grin greets you briefly before she’s being ushered onto the stage, her face morphing into a blinding, albeit fake, smile.
And so it begins. Hopefully Finnick would be able to nab some sponsors for you.
Yeah. Some sponsors would be good right about now.
You were on the verge of just throwing yourself face-first into Cato’s sword.
Glimmer had a close call with a swarm of tracker jackers, and somehow in the mess Katniss managed to escape. To say your allies were pissed would be the understatement of the year.
Seriously, you were sure one of the trees began to wilt after being faced with the withering look Cato sent it.
”Y/N. Go with Clove to gather some wood.”
“Yes, dad.”
Cato looks around before shooting a quick middle finger at you, an exasperated twitch of the lip taking over his face for the briefest moment before defaulting to his usual grimace of contained rage.
You were sure he was somewhat fond of you considering he hadn’t tried to bite your head off yet.
You round on your heel, habitually twirling your trident over your wrist. Clove is not far behind you as you dart your eyes around the trees.
“Once I get my hands on fire girl, I’m going to tear her limb from limb.”
“I have no doubt you will. Can’t say I’m her biggest fan at the moment. She was aiming to snatch Glimmer’s bow, who knows what kind of devastation she would reign upon us if she succeeded. Good thing one of us managed to wake up.”
“Hm, pretty smug for someone who was cuddled up on me all night like a toasted log.”
A laugh manages to slip through your lips and you’re positive everyone watching back at home is convinced you’ve lost your mind. Seriously, laughing from actual joy during the Hunger Games while stranded in a pack of groomed killers is not the sanest of activities.
Honestly, you would give anything to see how Finnick was coping.
You look back quick enough to catch a pleased look wash over Clove’s features.
Before you could even stop yourself, a river of words flew out of your mouth and you were stuck between not caring and being mortified.
“I meant what I said by the way. You’re really pretty.”
Your remark must have caught her off guard as she suddenly stops midstep, an unnerving silence blanketing around the both of you.
“It’s a shame then, that we met here of all places.” Clove’s words held no bite, though the bitterness in her tone was evident to anyone with a good set of ears.
Taking a hesitant step towards her, you slowly and shakily reach down for her hand. Clove looks down at your fingers, swiftly meeting you in the middle and clasping your fingers together.
“It’s not so bad. After all, we wouldn’t have met if not for the games. I’m glad I get to spend what’s left of my life here with you guys.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
Clove’s sudden fury was not aimed at you, but at something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
“You’re right, who could have foreseen me getting along with Cato of all people.”
“No. I mean don’t talk like you’re already dead.”
Clove’s stern words take you by surprise, and a sudden tightness constricts your throat as you swallow down a wave of fondness.
She was looking at you like you could actually win this whole thing. Like it didn’t matter to her if that meant she would have to die.
She steps towards you, a vulnerable glint flecking at the usual indifference of her gaze. Her mind was trained to be a killer, but District 2’s Academy did little to train her heart.
You bring your free hand to cup her cheek, breaking into a watery smile. Leaning over, you press your lips firmly on hers.
Suddenly it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that your moment of vulnerability was being televised to the rest of the nation. It didn’t matter that Finnick was probably dragging his hands down his face in exasperation in the District 4 apartment. It didn’t matter that someone could break through the tree line and jam a knife into your neck.
Clove kissed back with the same amount of fervor, hands slowly rising up to hug your waist.
Fuck. You were ready to throw your life away to make sure she made it out of here. And all it took was her pretty little freckled face and her fiery eyes.
After what seemed to be an eternity, you both pull away for air. You gently brush her cheek with your thumb as she gripped your waist tighter.
“I’m going to make sure you go home, Clove.”
Before she could retort, you both snap out of your little moment as voices approach from behind you.
“Fuck. See, I told you! Wood, my ass! They’re sucking face!”
Marvel’s voice rings through the air and suddenly your three allies are approaching you both, donning similar amused looks.
“I guess this note makes a lot more sense now.”
Cato’s words only serve to confuse you until he holds up a sponsor package along with a note.
‘Tell Y/N that she’s killing me -F’
“He has a flair for dramatics.” Glimmer’s words were just so incredibly ironic that you and the others had to make effort to bury the thought.
“Oh, you have no idea.”
#the hunger games#the hunger games imagine#the hunger games x reader#clove kentwell#clove kentwell x reader#clove kentwell imagine#cato hadley#the hunger games marvel#the hunger games glimmer#district 4#district 12#district 2#district 1
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Hey, guys! Welcome to the Q&A for Star Trek: Athena.
This will be the first of many Q&A’s for STA. I’ve gotten a few questions that I hope will clear up things. Let’s get started!
Q1: What is STA?
It’s pretty much what it says on the box.
In keeping with Star Trek tradition, I’ve named this project Star Trek: Athena. It’ll be following the adventures of the crew of the USS Athena over the course of their three year mission.
Q2: When does STA take place?
So…here’s the thing.
We know that Star Trek has two timeline, TOS (Prime timeline) and AOS (Kelvin timeline.) The relationship between fans and the timelines…well it’s complicated. You either love it or you hate it or you begrudging like both of them. I’ve been fan since I was kid thanks to me discovering Star Trek while bored during the summer and looking for something to watch.
The problem is the story that I wanted to tell didn’t fit into the prime timeline because there is already so much packed in there so I ultimately gave up on it but then when I watched the 2009 Star Trek movie I realise that maybe I could make my story but still keep it Star Trek. 
Thus, the idea for STA was born.
To answer everyone’s question, yes, it takes place in the Kelvin timeline. The story takes place in 2264 immediately after Star Trek Beyond.
Q3: Who is the crew?
Okay, so the crew is different. I kind of wanted a mix of both bridge crew and lower decks crew because I thought maybe it would be more interesting story wise. Star Trek Lower Decks did kind of influence a little bit of it but then so did The Next Generation.
I plan to release a crew profile soon so like you can get a preview of who is who and what their ranks are and what they do on the ship.
I had to do a lot of research both into the prime timeline and the Kelvin timeline about ldifferent ranks and ship classes and positions on the ship. So like I had a consult both memory alpha and beta, which was fun.  
Keep your eyes out in the future because I will post a full post about our new characters - 8 of them in total - and then the minor characters.

Q4: What do you mean by ‘episodes’ being released?
Okay, I think we’re all familiar here with the format of Star Trek so I aimed to do something similar but in a writing form. It’s not a script or a fan made movie or anything like that. Think more on the lines of the novelisation of certain episodes of TOS, kinda like that but in a shorter format.
It’s going to be a three-year mission, so I am dividing this up into three seasons. I have everything already planned out and drafts are written. Each season will most likely have 10 to 12 episodes and I’m thinking of adding like a little short mini episodes probably like in between seasons just know small little stories or maybe like deleted scenes that I didn’t think made the final cut.
The first episode of STA will be posted on April 10. Hopefully there will be no delays but I look forward to everyone reading this because I’m really excited.
Q5: Why did you start this project?
For fun.
I’ve always been a very big fan of Star Trek, ever since I was kid.
It’s the kind thing that shaped me as a person. So it’s natural that I want write something as a tribute towards it
So came up with the idea of here’s my little star starship crew and they go off into space and there’s all these cool adventures but then they also learn these important lessons… i wanted it to be in spirit of the original Star Trek while adapting some of the newer aspects of modern day trek.
But then I was like okay this might be a stretch and I realised, is this just like me day dreaming or is this something I actually wanna do and then I formed the idea of STA.
Then you know they came with the whole hammering out all the details and deciding what I wanted to do and then finally I realised let’s put this in the kelvin timeline because you know there’s a lot of unknown about this timeline so it makes sense to have this crew in this timeline.
I hope I haven’t lost anyone on this but you have question, dont be afraid to DM me.
#star trek#trekkies#startrekathena#Star Trek Athena#star trek tos#st tos#st aos#star trek aos#kelvin timeline#star trek enterprise#star trek the original series#Star Trek the alternate series
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brain rot - dis aliter visum au rambles
ugh I have so many random thoughts about this AU that my mind feels like it will explode if I don't type it out.
so this au I had where Clemensia manages to mentor Reaper (successfully)
Reaper knew full well what he was doing during that interview when he 'confessed' his love for his mentor
it's even more scandalous now that he's survived and they have to stick to the story - but mentor and tribute duo manage to make it work
Read the AU here on AO3
SPOILERS below (these are things I mostly imagined happening in this AU - some are more background things)
CLEMENSIA & REAPER
it took them a while to be close - it was like begrudging allies (on Reaper's part) to wariness, then neutral feelings - then hmm maybe we are somewhat friends - to friends - to whatever this relationship we have with each other is
they are close enough that he tells her of District 11, of his and her political leanings (they were young and drunk)
in a way, Clemensia is trapped in the Capitol, he has freedoms that she cannot (travelling between district 11 and the Capitol)- he is her only window out. Clemensia never tells him that, of course. But she also misses him a lot when he's away.
Reaper never tells her that because of his flag stunt - his family was killed. He figures out pretty quickly that she has no idea of it either.
He's very lucky that the 10th games weren't that well advertised in the districts. Because otherwise, people might have mixed feelings about him - whether that be seeing him as a suck-up to the Capitol or just doing what he did to survive. Especially with how Clemensia and him have tied their fates together so publicly with the whole 'knight/lady' role they've played up.
while he was in the Capitol, he attended many events with Clemensia - mainly because she is part of the elite, and also he will only attend if she goes with him.
but even at these events, he is pretty closed off. Uninterested for the most part to talking to just about anyone else. If anything, she gains a menacing/brooding bodyguard who just glares at anyone who just as much speaks a word that rubs him wrong about Clemensia.
There's a reason why people thought Clemensia and Reaper were lovers - and that was one of them. Their game plan when he'd been a tribute also contributes to things too.
TBH I considered making their constant appearances together is where the idea of having a Capitol escort to keep the victor in line/show them around coming from
the years where they were apart because of his 'betrayal' was hard on both of them. Clemensia refused to speak of Reaper to anyone. Reaper, on the other hand, had nobody he could speak to about her. It doesn't help that in the early years after his betrayal Clemensia remains one of the 'elite' and known as part of President Snow's close circle.
Reaper writes letters. Many letters, but never has the courage to send them out to her. Eventually when he meets Clemensia's son, he decides to give some of them to him.
both Clemensia and Coriolanus married in their late 20s, and rather close to one another. So when news comes that Clemensia is married - for a moment, he does fear very briefly that it was to Snow.
He's in his late 40s when the ribbon is sent to him from Tigris - it's the same burgundy that Clemensia tied around his wrist when they were 18. And while there's no note, he just KNOWS its from her.
there's a deleted line where Reaper tells Clemensia once they remeet after the districts have successfully rebelled, "I'd have named my son Clementine if he wasn't born a boy."
because yes, Clemensia and Reaper both have grandchildren that are meant to remind themselves of the other. Clementine (Reaper's granddaughter) is more obvious in name, but Rhea's name (Clemensia's granddaughter) is based off the greek myths and is a nod to D11's agriculture. Rhea is said to be derived from the word meaning 'earth'
CORIOLANUS VS REAPER
the beef between them
and YES, every time Reaper mentioned that Clemensia's friend was strange (pre and post games)- he was referring to Coriolanus.
Coriolanus: You are NOT good enough for my best friend, and I don't want you around her. END OF STORY.
Reaper, immediately going to look for Clemensia: Hey Clemmie!
the fact that Coriolanus despises how Clemensia allows Reaper to call her 'Clemmie' - Reaper knows it and calls her that, mostly to piss him off. Also, because he's grown fond enough of her to call her that now.
Coriolanus sort of gives off she was my friend first vibes. And he is like classist too...
to be honest, I considered both as possible/potential love interests for her, but ultimately, I decided against it. But you do see hints of where Coriolanus' route may have gone in the dis aliter visum AU
if these 2 were left alone in a room, it's not a pretty scene for long. The only thing keeping each other from killing the other is Clemensia.
CLEMENSIA & CORIOLANUS
these two could have gone in so many directions, I have to admit that my drafts had quite some variety: from love interest, to former lovers, to being in-laws. But they would have never had a happy ending
regardless, they stayed pretty close friends for quite some time. Enough that Tigris worried whether Clemensia would ever see Coriolanus for what he was
they did hook up (sort of) in their 20s - they were drunk, and both were attracted to one another - but it never went anywhere
she did have a crush on him at one point - her father admits that he thought she'd marry someone else (Coriolanus) when she announces her plan to marry Felix - I like to imagine Coriolanus and her had this sort of are they/are they not dating vibe to them when they'd been younger
Coriolanus keeps her around for a variety of reasons - 1) friendship 2) attraction (since she was never bit, she remains the prettiest in his eyes, and like most of society's eyes) 3) she's a victor 4) their little lie to Dr Gaul, if they are close, there's no reason either will betray the other --- there's more reasons, I'm sure, but I can't remember them all at the moment haha
they drifted apart with their respective marriages to others - one of those things, you know? But their children were close so they remained in contact with one another.
haha there's this whole alt scene where I imagined how their respective children were: Selene (Clemensia's daughter with Felix) + Lucius (Coriolanus' son with Livia[?])
much like Coryo + Clemmie, Selene + Lucius were good friends. Except where their parents remained friends, they did not.
Livia is livid when Lucius spurned his arranged match (she set up the match), in favour of Selene. Coriolanus is annoyed, but more so that it causes a scandal, and not much else.
the two go to Clemensia to ask for her blessing & because they know that she (and Felix) are the only who could really argue in their favour.
ultimately it is Clemensia who convinces Coriolanus to agree to it.
TBH these 2 were potential parents of Snow's granddaughter that he asks Clemensia about. but in the end, I scrapped that idea. Snow's granddaughter is just related to Coriolanus, and has no blood relation with Clemensia.
What really sealed the coffin in Coryo and Clemmie's deterioating friendship was her daughter dying because of his orders.
there was this deleted line from the scene where Coriolanus and Clemensia are arguing over her daughter's death and his son's death (since the 2 were rebels) - in this deleted scene, he says Clemensia should be grateful he kept her name/rest of her family out of this. Furious - Clemensia screams back that he might as well kill her too - for being the mother of a rebel.
had I gone down the route where Selene and Lucius having a child left behind - you can bet Coriolanus and Clemensia would have fought tooth and nail over custody for the granddaughter. Coriolanus would have won eventually - but would have yielded to the occasional visit to Clemensia.
I can't find the line anymore, but to show he bears no (little) ill-will, he would have allowed their shared granddaughter to visit. And on that first visit, the granddaughter brings along a bouquet of red roses.
the 2 former friends have this strange understanding near the end of the AU
It's kind of like how Reaper and Clemensia have this relationship at the end that there can't quite be defined by anything. But Coriolanus and Clemensia's at this point, is far more twisted, and there's no way the two would ever fully be able to reconcile.
there's an understanding at the very least- and perhaps for Coriolanus, no matter how their relationship turns out, he has this soft spot/degree of affection for her.
SHORT callout to FELIX RAVINSTILL
he is such a minor character, but in the end, Clemensia chooses him, and he is the one that she sticks with
it's such a small thing, but if you keep an eye out on the clementines in the fic, he is the first to 'give' them to her - granted he is sending them to Reaper, but he is the one who donates them to her
in all other cases, Clemensia is the one to give them out - she gives them out to Reaper, to Coriolanus - and they are never given in return to her
while she's in the hospital, though she gives clementines to Felix, it's more reciprocal by this point.
In return he brings her orange blossoms, clementine inspired desserts, dedicates his writings to a 'Miss Clementine' that later becomes 'Lady Clementine'. And even in their marriage, he ends up being the one giving them to her all the time
#tbosas au#hunger games au#reaper ash#clemensia dovecote#au where clemmie doesn't get bit by the snakes#and manages to be a decent mentor#reaper is as much as a player in the games as the mentors are/were#felix ravinstill#coriolanus snow
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Just finished my retread of Abraxas and god is it still one of my favorite things ever. Also got me thinking of some headcanons for shit, as well as a few questions.
Headcanons:
-The defender titans all tend to have a growing appreciation for human music as Abdaxas introduces it to them. Ladon becomes enamored with metal, Mothra always appreciates a good classical symphony, Baragon is obsessed with bubblegum pop, Leo likes musicals Godzilla has taken a liking to blues and older outlaw country, and Rodan surprisingly enough has developed a taste for jazz. Some of the others like to tease him about it.
-Methuselah returns to Berezniki every year to pay tribute to Thor, having been friends in their youth. He leaves a stone for him to each time.
-Manda has taken to exploring areas he really shouldn’t when paling around with Baragon and Varan. Anguirus and Abraxas constantly have to come get them like annoyed parents.
-Queen MUTO eventually comes to call Scylla a friend, proving herself different that her genocidal brethren.
-The trafficking of Titan dna still continues after Jonah’s death, with the main trafficker being on Dr Oglivy Hu, who also has his sights set on building a mechanical counterpart to a certain ape Titan.
Gorosaurus: a Titan who once left his territory on Mondo Island to explore Skull Island, only to be dealt a swift beating by Kong and forced to return home. Ultimately a defender, Gorosaurus has developed a begrudging respect for the great ape, and an odd friendship with Ladon. Kind hearted, but somewhat lacking in common sense and susceptible to being distracted by food, he still nevertheless will be on the front lines of battle should any monster ever threaten earth again.
Gabara: a smaller and younger Titan, Gabara is extremely childish in a way not typical for most titans. With a cruel streak, he attempted to harass Ladon in their first encounter, only to be swiftly shown why that was a very bad idea. Ever since, he’s stuck to terrorizing smaller wildlife populations, often being forced to flee whenever he encounters Ladon again.
Titanosaurus: an old Titan who would rather just stay out of conflict all together, he nevertheless gets dragged into the greater ecosystem once again after a chance encounter with Kiryu. Somewhat of a pacifist, he’s rather reluctant to engage in fights or the like, but if push comes to shove, will respect the call of Godzilla, albeit not without constant complaining all the while.
Battra: mothra’s slightly younger twin brother, he can overall be described as “a prick”. Unlike his sister, he has been in hibernation for most of human history, principally due to him viewing humans as pests. Upon awakening in modern day, he often fights and argues with Mothra in a titanic sinking rivalry, with him viewing Godzilla as a nuisance at best. He is also extremely appalled upon meeting his extended “family”. Eventually, he acquiesces to his sisters wish of not attacking humans, but he’s still very grouchy and not super pleasing to be around. Godzilla wants to smack him back into hibernation, Mothra insists he just needs time to adjust.
As for questions, just wanted to ask about how comfortable you are with people using your Abraxas concepts in their own AU’s? I’m currently working on one and have been wanting to include the characters/events of the story in it, but due to the way the AU is it would require both some broad strokes approach’s to the story, as well as a slight redesign of the titular titan. Is that something you’re comfortable with? Just wanted to ask cause like I said, one of my favorite stories period. Hope you’re doing well and may we all praise pink goji.
Heh, I'm now picturing Monster X starting to tease Rodan with the obvious Bee Movie "ya like jazz?" but then hijacks a nearby sound system to start playing smooth jazz. Manda is definitely at the age where he gets into mischief with friends! I appreciate that Titanosaurus is a "too old for this shit" type of Titan, the sort that would get a free pass from a Gondor Calls for Aid scenario unless numbers are extremely needed; Titano deserves all the naps he can get. Good that Ladon is developing a "do not fuck with" reputation on account of nonlethal encounters, it shows that Papa Goji must be having a positive influence on him.
I'm totally okay with Abraxas concepts or characters being used in other's works! Back when I finished the fic way back when I basically announced that readers are allowed to utilize the AbraxasVerse and its ideas in their own writing. Think of it as a sandbox; everyone's welcome to make their own stories and build castles and play with the characters like action figures.
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i love the implication that cato and clove, despite hating any tributes that weren't themselves, had some vague respect for peeta because it makes sense for two reasons. 1) the careers are human and children and sometimes do like to make friends here and there, and 2) peeta is canonically a social butterfly that's great with people and sees the best in others so i can imagine him warming his way into cato and clove's good graces and earning their begrudging respect
#and it makes sense that it goes both ways because there's a scene in book!cf where peeta shows her his paintings#and one of them is clove#district 2 kids x peeta friendship my beloved#the hunger games#cato#clove#peeta mellark#anna speaks
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begrudging twink handyman pays tribute this pride month to The Lesbians by putting up a fucking pergola AND shade (sold separately) without crying a single time lmao 🫡 ladies 🫡
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How it started:
How it's going:
The fic known as 1994 is 10 years old this week. In a bit of serendipity, the universe has dictated that AO3 be down right now, so I can't update you on the current stats of the fic. Last time I actively checked it was somewhere in the ballpark of A Lot.
So I'm doing a dumb anniversary post for no other reason than, I want to.
This fic was monumental for me in a lot of ways. I don't feel like it's overdramatic for me to say this fic was an emotionally draining experience, on the creative side of things and on the fandom side of things. A lot of people don't like the fic for various reasons, and I get that. That's fine. I don't begrudge them that. But I think it's pretty good. It has some elements that I probably wouldn't write today, but I'm not going to go into all that.
It's been ages since I checked the "fic: 1994" tag, but every now and then I'll catch wind of a new (!) piece of 1994 fanart, or get a new comment notification, and it's always a humbling and fantastic feeling.
I fell off of responding to comments within that first explosive year of the fic's popularity. Every now and then, for a while, I would respond to comments that really stood out.
Here is the only comment I've responded to since 2016:
I'm happy that I was able to write a fic that meant a lot to so many people. Thank you all for letting me know, and for producing such amazing tributes to that over the years. I hope you're doing well.
#fic: 1994#back to the tag what's up#for anyone still following that tag i respect that#but i also have questions#everyone please be normal about this#personal
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Music video!
To be fair, she doesn't follow anyone.
This song is an oddball tribute to Finneas and Billie while also commenting on the algorithm-driven streaming music business.
The video includes a trip through the Internet Archive Wayback Machine, karaoke at The Dread Show in Pahrump, Nevada, Las Vegas, and various Los Angeles street scenes.
Lyrics:
Billie Eilish Won't Follow Me
Finneas and his sister won't follow me I guess I don't
Care much but just the same
Would it be too much to hope that they'd think this song is dope
Or even just OK?
Judge me for a thousand things
But not for liking these siblings
An pleasure but not guilty
It's not pop - no sedative
Relentlessly inventive
Just like music should be
Finneas and his sister won't follow me I guess I don't
Care much but just the same
Would it be too much to hope that they'd think this song is dope
Or even just OK?
Shopping at the dollar store
There's no pretending anymore
We have something to lose
I buy handfuls of cheaters there
Just a dollar for a pair
So I can read the news
But when I read it gotta think
The whole world is on the brink
Depressing isn't it?
There's a refuge I have found
A whole universe of sound
Ethereal music
Finneas and his sister won't follow me I guess I don't
Care much but just the same
Would it be too much to hope that they'd think this song is dope
Or even just OK?
Guess this is a stupid stunt
Riding coattails but guess what
No need to apologize
Gotta do something truly lame
To win the algorithm game
Don't begrudge me the prize
Finneas and his sister won't follow me I guess I don't
Care much but just the same
Would it be too much to hope that they'd think this song is dope
Or even just OK?
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More of Luke (Naberrie) and Mara do Nar Shaddaa. I'm having too much fun here.
Mara pays and the pit creatures take the bike.
They follow as far as halfway to the pit lane when three Weequay step into their path staring down at them. With full face helmets, the Weequay are actually glowering down at their mirrored images, a mental image which Luke finds comical right up until they growl, “Red Gang requires a tribute for new riders.”
I don’t know any Red Gang, Mara thinks. Luke doesn’t either.
Means they don’t exist in any way that matters.
“Oh, we’re not new riders,” Luke says. The helmet’s vocoder makes his voice flat, but Mara can hear the breeziness. Normal sentients would think twice about attacking a sentients whose face they can’t see, especially here. These Weequay might as well have baby criminals graffitied on them.
The alien growls, “I haven’t seen you before.”
Luke gives a careless shrug. “I haven't seen any of you here either, but I’m not asking you to pay up.”
“Smart,” he snarls, thumping one fist into his hand. “You know what we do to smart ones?”
Luke’s hand twitches by the holster on his side where he carries the lightsaber, her lightsaber, which Mara would begrudge, but seeing as to how she ruined his life, she’s not begrudging him much of anything. She drops an extra two steps behind him, slides her foot a few inches to the side to square up.
Luke shifts slightly, left foot sliding forward. “We don’t want trouble.”
Mara rolls her eyes.
A flare of alarm from the Force. The magenta lightsaber springs to life as Mara flicks for her holdout. With a slash, Luke catches the blaster as the Weequay lifts it to shoot. The alien is too slow. The shot that rings out is Mara’s as the first Weequay's hand goes flying.
Mara would have done the entire arm herself. Annoyance blares from Luke's side of the link at the thought. Nothing is ever good enough for her –
The first Weequay falls, yelling and holding his hand. Friend one drops a split second later, felled by Mara’s holdout, while Luke blocks a bolt then severs the third friend’s arm. They wait in case an extra friend or two emerges from the crowd as it has happened, but no one does.
That’s it for Red Gang.
Mara snorts as Luke powers down the lightsaber. He continues on after the pit creatures herding his bike.
Every two credit cretin with a pair of idiot friends thinks they’re a blasted gang. Mara flicks her wrist back to withdraw her blaster back under her sleeve. She steps around the screaming Weequay and darts forward to catch up to Luke.
A few onlookers stare, mildly interested but they soon resume their own path to the concourse. These days electro swords are not entirely uncommon. Jedi are back in style, some say.
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May I ask your thoughts on Chiaki x Hiyoko?
I like them more as a begrudging sisterly relationship to be honest. I think it’s very sweet that Hiyoko was starting to lose confidence about her tribute to Mahiru and Chiaki just knew that the piece was made by Hiyoko, who is just misguidedly scary. That was a legit really sweet moment. Plus Human Chiaki defending Hiyoko from TeruTeru too!
Ultimately I feel like a date between them would be Hiyoko backseat gaming during Pokémon or some cute monster game.
#danganronpa#danganronpa 2 goodbye despair#chiaki nanami#hiyoko saionji#sainami????#thanks for the ask!#so cute#Chiaki x Hiyoko#my art
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I think my main Murderdock thoughts right now is how he seems to distance himself from his past, at least prior to the Hand’s entrance into his life. We never see him visit Fogwells or anything of that sort. You could say that the red he starts wearing is reminiscent of the red Jack wears when boxing but that’s about it.
I certainly agree, and I think there's a lot we can explore in this. Now, of course by some token, he's not the main character in this story so you might initially be forgiven for thinking "well, he's here to be a bad guy maybe that info isn't relevant" except we get an INCREDIBLE lore drop near the end that helps crack open his characterization and tells you just how informed all of the character design/motivation choices have been. (Also noteworthy that after he tells his life story, he kills the person listening, indicating that he does feel the weight of his past but opts to keep it all close to his chest.)
Whereas most other versions of Matt can barely introduce themselves before blurting out "my dad was a boxer" we don't hear Matt speak of his family until his flashback. I might even go so far as to say that he doesn't hold his father in nearly as high regard as other versions of Matt do, especially since Murderdock sees lying, cheating and killing as perfectly acceptable business strategies, his respect for someone choosing honor and pride over their own life likely isn't much. (Although I could see a begrudging acceptance that Jack's choice opened the door for Matt to become who he is now, for better or worse. It's definitely worse.)
It's for that reason that I don't think his penchant for red has anything to do with Jack. One of the things Murderdock and 616 Matt have in common is their flair for the dramatic. We see it in canon Matt's creation of Mike and certainly in the Public Defender suit from the Waid run. Notably, the Public Defender suit comes at a time when Matt is embracing his role as a super celebrity, he's done hiding and he's using the suit as a new sort of costume to broadcast his persona. Meanwhile, Murderdock doesn't actually start the series wearing red! He starts in subdued grey and black and slowly adds increasing amounts of red to his clothing until he finally has a bright red suit and tie. Likewise, I think we can read this as a conscious choice, not to pay tribute to Jack, but to broadcast his new chosen role as Gwen's villain, her undoing, the devil on her shoulder. It's a costume just as much as Daredevil's suit is, and it's been chosen specifically to express the part he is playing (because Murderdock is absolutely above all else, a performer).
I am curious if he has any attachment to people or places related to his time training with the Hand, but as they discouraged attachments (as evidenced by the line about testing the ease with which you could kill your first lover) I doubt he has many. If he did, I think he likewise would have had to keep them to himself, lest the Hand find a way to exploit them.
Which ultimately is the cause for his detachment from his past. He sees that kind of information (Gwen's devotion to living up to her father's expectation, Foggy's uncomfortable but unbreakable ties to himself) as ammunition he can use. He's not about to hand it over to anyone else.
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☄️ please!
From your OC’s perspective, write a short paragraph about their average day.
Gonna do this for a Vorta OC I haven't used these to talk about yet. He's kind of on the backburner, but I still love him and think he's an excellent boy. Basically he's my deconstruction of the "let's put a Vorta in Starfleet" concept I've seen a lot of other people play straight— he's on loan to Starfleet as part of a diplomatic initiative, he's not happy there, and (at least at the start) he just wants to go back to Dominion space where everything makes sense. He's a little asshole but he's my little asshole and I hope you care him as much as I do.
Also "short paragraph" lol. lmao. this turned into a ficlet so I'm putting it under a readmore.
☄️ Kilaran
Life as the sole test subject of a "grand diplomatic experiment" was difficult, and definitely not worth it by any stretch of the imagination. Mostly, since his assignment to the USS Eudaimonia, he'd kept to himself. He'd even, by some divine providence, managed to carve out something approaching a routine among the hustle and bustle of Starfleet life.
Wake up, 0500. Get dressed and ready for the day. Perform the morning devotional ritual. He prays for the strength and wisdom to align his actions with the will of the Gods, offering the work he will do today in fulfillment of his orders as tribute. It isn't the work he was built to do. Distantly, he wonders if that makes a difference to anyone but him.
Breakfast. He used to take it alone, at his own table in the mess hall, until that horribly pushy Bajoran lieutenant started on spending it with him. Anaru Elen. She's the most equipped to handle your situation, the captain told him, she worked closely with Odo on Deep Space 9 for a time, so she has a bit more of a nuanced view of the Dominion than most. Well, he has to wonder exactly why the Founder known as Odo decided to avail himself of her services. She's talkative, prone to emotional outbursts, and, by Dominion standards at least, highly undisciplined. He tolerates her, though, because he can do nothing else. The lieutenant orders something new from the replicator every day. He always orders the same nutrition shake, which he's sure is supposed to taste like something, but it's lost on him.
The work is repetitive. They put him on communications, mistakenly assuming that every Vorta was a diplomat. In truth, most of those he interacted with before being assigned to the Eudaimonia were Jem'Hadar, and one didn't exactly need good people skills for field supervisor duty. He does his job as well as he can, though, difficult as it is. Lack of training is no excuse for lack of effort, and the sooner he can show results, the sooner he can go back where he belongs.
Lunch and leisure time come after a while, and he never knows how to feel about it. The lack of structure confuses and repulses him. That Bajoran woman insists, again, on taking her break with him. She wants to know how he's "settling in." He asks her why she wants to know. She says she can tell that he's lonely, and thinks he needs at least one person on the ship who gets him. (She doesn't get him, and if he has anything to say about it, she never will.)
He would never question the edicts of the Founders, but he's certainly questioning what he did to deserve this.
Before returning to his work, he dashes off to send a report back home. Of course, it goes through Starfleet Intelligence's surveillance network before a word of it reaches the Founders. He doesn't begrudge them their suspicion— he's a servant of the Dominion before he's anything else, and suspicion is probably more natural to him than it is to the Federation— but somehow, it feels different than the type of surveillance he's used to from his own.
The rest of the day breezes by. He finishes his shift, then there's dinner and downtime (again, with unsolicited companionship from Anaru Elen, his personal burden to bear), then his private evening devotions, and then, finally, deep and dreamless rest.
He rises the next morning to a memorandum on his PADD. Oh, no.
Your recent reports have made it clear that I must remind you, once again, that this is a diplomatic initiative. To that end, it is imperative that you ingratiate yourself with the crew as much as possible. I gave you this task because I believe in your ability to extend yourself past what you were made for. Prove me right.
He exhales quietly, and sends a quick response. As you wish, Founder.
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Am I spiteful enough that I hunted down the relevant passages in LOTR appendices that spell out loud that Numenor became a hotpot of racist colonizers to eventually slap in the face of the next idiot blaming the “Woke Agenda!!!” for the show depicting such a storyline?
But of course I am :)
Enjoy:
Elros was the first King of Númenor, and was afterwards known by the High-elven name Tar-Minyatur. His descendants were long-lived but mortal. Later when they became powerful they begrudged the choice of their forefather, and in desiring the immortality within the life of the world that was the fate of the Eldar, and murmuring against the Ban.
These are the names of the Kings and Queens of Númenor: […],Tar-Calmacil. After Calmacil the Kings took the sceptre in names of the Númenorean (or Adûnaic) tongue: […] Ar-Inziladûn. Inziladûn repented of the ways of the Kings and changed his name to Tar-Palantir 'The Farsighted'. His daughter should have been the fourth Queen, Tar-Míriel, but the King's nephew usurped the sceptre and became Ar-Pharazôn the Golden, last King of the Númenoreans.
The realm of Númenor endured to the end of the Second Age and increased ever in power and splendour, and until half the Age had passed the Númenoreans grew also in wisdom and joy. The first sign of the shadow […] appeared in the days of Tar-Minastir, eleventh King. He it was that sent a great force to the aid of Gil-galad. He loved the Eldar but envied them. […]
Moreover, after Minastir the Kings became greedy of wealth and power. At first the Númenoreans had come to Middle-earth as teachers and friends of lesser Men afflicted by Sauron; but now their havens became fortresses, holding wide coast-tends in subjection. Atanamir and his successors levied heavy tribute, and the ships of the Númenoreans returned laden with spoil.
It was Tar-Atanamir who first spoke openly against the Ban and declared that the life of die Eldar was his by right. Thus the shadow deepened, and the thought of death darkened the hearts of the people. Then the Númenoreans became divided: on the one hand were the Kings and those who followed them, and were estranged from the Eldar and the Valar; on the other were the few who called themselves the Faithful. […]
The Kings and their follower little by little abandoned the use of the Eldarin tongues; and at last the twentieth King took his royal name, in Númenorean form, calling himself Ar-Adûnakhôr, 'Lord of the West'. This seemed ill-omened to the Faithful for hitherto they had given that title only to […] the Elder King himself.
And indeed Ar-Adûnakhôr began to persecute the Faithful and punished those who used the Elven-tongues openly; and the Eldar came no more to Númenor.
The power and wealth of the Númenoreans nonetheless continued to increase; but their years lessened as their fear of death grew, and their joy departed. Tar-Palantir attempted to amend the evil; but it was too late, and there was rebellion and strife in Númenor. When he died, his nephew, leader of the rebellion, seized the sceptre, and became King Ar-Pharazôn.
Ar-Pharazôn the Golden was the proudest and most powerful of all the Kings, and no less than the kingship of the world was his desire.
The Lord of the Rings, Appendices A, Annals of the Kings and Rulers.
Date of first publication: July 19th, 1954.
Were you ever to encounter a clown like the one I was talking about at the start of the post (and there’s a fair number of them on twitter) point them to these passages and tell them they can take their complaints of “wokeism” (or whatever the fuck they’ll call it next) directly to the grave of Tolkien himself.
#half my *everything* is motivated by spite and i can be annoyingly single-minded when i choose to#lotr on prime#amazon lotr#rings of power#'fanculo a 'sta gentaglia#frignano perché lo show *dissacra tolkien* e neanche sanno cazzo sta scritto nei libri che dichiarano di venerare#*angry italy posting noises*#in the tags bc once im upset enough i break out the italian#english just doesnt feel enough to convey the sheer rage/whatever
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