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lorata · 2 months

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Dexter & Callista, 57

for @transrevolutions on your natal day, here is uhhh some ... dark ....... conversations about death and mentoring, anger and violence and tributes who don't usually get a lot of attention? (skye & jasper)

SORRY I TRIED TO WRITE CREED but this happened instead

warnings for: canon-typical violence (arena and otherwise), mentions of offscreen victor prostitution

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Skye crumples to the ground, his chest a bloody ruin, and Two’s newest mentor brings home her first victor without even trying. Dexter had played nice with her because why not, kid had been terrified and heartsick like all of them their first time in the ring and soon she’d know the ugly stench of loss like everyone else, that sick little bonding ritual that brought them all together. Joke’s on him, though, looks like she didn’t need his condescension.

“Good game,” Dexter grinds out dully as he pushes himself to his feet, mostly because Phillips made such a fucking scene about it when his died and it feels like there’s a point to prove somewhere. Not that anybody notices, it’s endgame now so there are morgues to visit and families to call and consolation speeches to choke out for the losers. Starting tonight, sponsors will be looking to cash in their failed investments, but he can’t — not right now, not yet.

For the winners — well, Dexter wouldn’t know. He’s never brought one back alive.

The corridors bustle with activity, Avoxes and runners hustling and upstart nepotism-gifted junior Gamemakers barking out orders to make themselves feel important with their bosses busy upstairs. Someone slams hard into Dexter, knocking him fully sideways, but he keeps walking, ignoring the babbled apology.

Cannot go to the One floor, with its perfumed showers and apologetic escort and list of assignments likely already waiting. Not the mentor common floor, either, with the pity-party raging and where they will not welcome the almost-rans who murdered all the early losers. The roof, then — not the penthouse garden above the tribute apartments, home of District 12’s fresh meat, but like much of the Capitol there’s the glitzy, glittery parts for show and then there’s everything else. A few slipped pills to an Avox and Dexter’s in an access elevator to a square of rooftop nestled halfway up the complex between two spires.

He expects the gritty concrete and traffic grime, the blare of distant celebrations and occasional blaze of a travelling strobe light; he does not expect a goddess in athleisure with her feet propped up against the wall, smoking a noxious-smelling cigarette. “New girl won,” Dexter says, to give himself some time.

Callista exhales a long plume of smoke. After waiting a while for her reply, Dexter decides that must be it and lowers himself down across from her. “You know those things will kill you,” he says, out of some stupid compulsion. He can’t look at carbohydrates without feeling an itch to stuff his fingers down his throat and the only euphoria he’s ever experienced came in tablet form passed via Callista’s tongue, but his minders would have whipped him for that.

“I,” Callista says with grave reverence, “am microdosing on mortality.”

“What, all this isn’t enough for you?” He waves an arm behind them, where a condominium complex has projected the faces of all the tributes. As he watches, Skye and Camphor switch from full colour to black and white.

But at the same time, he knows what she means. They don’t make a drug mean enough for what he wants, they don’t make drugs that fill your lungs with tar and ash, that scrape your throat and make you rasp and cough. He failed, again. A beautiful, hopeful, stupid, cocky child has died, again. Sparkly club drugs and golden thrumming in his veins won’t help him now.

Callista hands it over. Dexter inhales deep — oh, big mistake, his lungs immediately protest — he chokes, spluttering, passes the cigarette back as his head spins and his stomach turns over. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall. “We were so close. So close.”

She hums. “You had a sweet one this year. How would he have fared, your boy? When they got their claws in him.”

Skye — was sweet, for One. He and Camphor had made themselves a killer pair. They’d known how to work it, too, rinsing each other off by the lake, curling up at night, teasing the audience without ever taking real advantage of each other. If it had been the two of them in the end, Dexter has no doubts they would have fought it out without hard feelings, true professionals, no hidden barbs and buried hatred coming out to play.

And when he won, it would be Dexter’s job to remind him of the cost. To sit him down, give him the list of names, and tell him exactly how they liked it, exactly as his mentor had done with him.

Anger flares, better than any drug. Dexter clings to it even as it slips through his fingers, like blood-slick intestine. “Is this you trying to make me feel better? Better he’s dead than have to suffer my life?”

Calista stares at him, incomprehending, and he could do it now, could throw himself at her and wrap his arms around her throat, bash his fists into her skull and leave her face a bloody pulp, shove her over the edge and let the sidewalk take her, every single awful, ugly urge that bubbles up when he’s on his knees but he isn’t in some plush bedroom now, is he, and she has no power over him —

“I apologize,” Callista says, and Dexter nearly screams no, don’t, I need to feel this, don’t you say you’re sorry to me but it’s too late, it all deflates. “I am furious. I want to kill. I want to feel the blood again, I want to hurt — I want to hurt.” She says it one more time, reverent, like a litany. “I wanted to hurt.”

“How can you say it like that.” Dexter almost laughs, except it’s not funny, he just — can’t make the pieces fit together. “You say these things and you’re just … sitting there, smoking. You sound like you’re ordering caviar at dinner.”

“This is how I always sound.” Callista bares her teeth in a smile that sets his skin crawling. “Ladies do not raise their voice. Ladies are elegant. Ladies —“

“Kill the guy they’re having sex with on live television and scar impressionable young boys? Come on.”

Callista huffs a sound somewhere between a snort and a snicker. “Not all of them, clearly.”

Everything is fucked, Dexter thinks, Skye should be alive and he should not be in a complicated mutilation-and-orgasms situationship with a rival mentor, but here they are. “That was still a shitty thing to say.”

Out in the streets the victory fanfare plays on tinny loop from a dessert truck. Callista closes her eyes. “I thought the Arena would make it stop,” she says. “I want to hurt — everything, everyone, all the time. I practice control with things that matter but give me an excuse and I will tear your throat out. You were wounded and I knew I could hurt you. You may take a free shot, if you’d like.”

Well, that gave him something to chew on when his brain isn’t stuffed with Skye’s death stare — Callista’s mouth on his, hand sliding between his legs, crammed into a back alley with an unconscious man’s blood pooling at their feet; the time he asked her to make him hurt and she took him close, but not quite, to using the safe word she’d taught him, and he’d cried in her arms in the comedown and they’d never talked about it, I practice control with things that matter what the fuck —

“Is that why you pick the villains?” Dexter blurted out instead, like he’s nineteen and suicidal all over again.

She exhaled through her nose. The cigarette had long burned out, and she glanced down at it, clicked her tongue, and flicked the butt away. “Never let me accuse you of being soft. Villains, really.”

“You have to know.” This year especially, Dexter has a steel stomach and even he didn’t relish those hours of watching Callista’s boy fillet the little one from Twelve. They’d all been grateful when Four took care of it. “Outliers are the underdog or the dark horse, but we’re either a hero or, well.”

Dexter, more fool him, usually went for heroes, despite the hell that waited for them. District 1 had enough angry mentors who went for the nasty ones, he could afford to try. In the end they all bled out the same.

“I hate that word.” Callista clips the words with icy precision. “They are children. Children who give the audience exactly what they want, a bloodbath. Children with no artifice, children who cannot pretty up their kills with talk of loyalty or pride or wanting to see their precious little homesteads again. The people drink up the spectacle each year and demand more, bigger, flashier. These Games teach us it is our nature to do whatever it takes to survive. My children are villains because they don’t come with equal amounts of remorse to make it palatable.”

“Sure, but this one tortured a kid,” Dexter says. Sometimes Twos really are a whole other level. “Don’t you think you’d have it easier if you picked kids who … didn’t do that? As soon as he started skinning you know they would have offed him, whether the Pack did him in or not.”

Now Callista’s eyes blaze, and for a second he thinks she’ll actually hurt him, not just throw bladed words, but the only thing that escapes her is a low hiss. “So he died regardless, knowing that he made me proud. He deserves that much. His time of glory and a mentor who loves him, even only for a month. They all deserve that. I am not in this for the safe sells, obedient little quarry sons and daughters with patriotic sponsors lined up out the door. Anyone can love those. I am here for the ones nobody else will.”

In spite of himself, Dexter’s throat feels thick. Did his mentor talk to anyone like that about him? Or does that kind of unfettered, passionate protectiveness burn out the first time you hand your victor off to the pawing crowd? He feels ancient and naked at the same time. “Well,” he says, uselessly, “here’s to dead kids who deserve better.”

Callista presses the toe of her shoe against his calf and lets her eyes fall shut. They stay outside, awake but silent, until nightfall.

#we must be killers: tales from district 2 #oc: callista #oc: dexter #my writing

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catocaesthetic · 10 months

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Did a deep browse on Verillas after friends were talking about Pride colorway kilts on sale, decided to showcase things the OCs would wear. Several things fit more than one character.

Raider Dress, $129 - Gabi

Elderwood Gauntlets, $75 - Gabi

Pride Progress Boots, $349 - Anna

Vanguard Duelist Gloves, $25 - Anna

Deepcrest Tunic , $45- Callista

Aethervale Pants, $35 - Callista

Elderwood Slippers, $99 - Callista

#oc: gabrielle hernandez #oc: anna levine #oc: callista

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nerdhangout · 2 months

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yes I do like women who would murder me how did you know

#vtm #vtm oc #callista #my art #lasombra

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coro-sg · 2 months

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Batch of older drawings of Puzzle Branch, some related to HOC some not

(Also, I know stuff about Azran was like a class in MM so pretend the area Des grew up in didn’t have anything about it 😭)

#puzzle branch au #professor layton #flora reinhold #desmond sycamore #clive dove #grey bowin #callista foster #pl oc #callista’s last name is a little note to desmond’s jp name #I like putting Easter eggs in names #marina for ref lol

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asktadckrew · 3 months

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Ik this aint TADC but omg i love this (my art, dont steal)

Callista is purple spider girl

Gryll is from Kirby Star Stacker

Marcī is my OC she's Marx Soul but girl

Kandi Sugarose belongs to @browniboxx

Meta Knight is from Kirby's Adventure

Dragato/Galahad is from Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Proto is my OC/Persona

Garlude is from Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Sniper Knight is my OC too

Marx is from Kirby Super Star

Tiff is from Kirby Right Back At Ya!

Sirica is from Kirby Right Back At Ya!

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izzy246girl · 4 months

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finished paintings of my og (well not quite but they’re the first decent ones lmfao) ocs!!! :DDD I’ve been working on this for ages and FINALLY it’s done

(@the-princess-fangirl)

#my art #oc: fleur callista #oc: sloane cresta #oc: waverly cresta #oc: destiny starr #They have zero relation to the hunger games btw lmao I just stole Cresta because it sounded nice and I was feeling unoriginal

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nahyerart · 7 months

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The Sisters Of Iruzurra

the world of Iruzurra belongs to my friend @probablyok1 !!!

#princess callista of Iruzurra #princess phoibe of Iruzurra #Iruzurra tag #my art #traditional art #sketchbook #drawing #my ocs #fantasy oc #rpg #rpg oc

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lorata · 1 month

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This interaction is everything 🥺🥺🥺

“My clothing does not promise comfort, it promises impact,” Callista says, beatific. “Although it should never hurt, darling, let me know right away if it pinches”

the duality of callista in a single paragraph :)

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #oc: callista

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justmoreocs-writing · 17 days

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‘Murder?’ Cali asked, arching an eyebrow at Jamie. Part of her knew he was telling the truth, though she didn’t know why. And yet part of her rebelled at the accusation, simply because it was too much.

‘I know it seems crazy –’

‘Good.’

‘– but I’ve seen it.’

Cali’s insides flipped at that admittance.

‘We can stop this. It’s what Pippa was trying to do.’

‘And we’re in a better place to succeed?’ For once, there was a hint of incredulity in her voice that she couldn’t help. ‘Reeve’s an officer. He could –’

‘He was there.’

Cali shook her head, refused to accept those words even though she heard the apology in Jamie’s voice.

‘He didn’t do anything.’

‘That’s almost worse,’ she said, voice hollow. Her thoughts tried to stray to how much her best friend had changed. How jittery he’d been when she boarded. There were too many things to question. Too many distractions.

‘Doesn’t matter,’ she hastily said, not needing any more reassurances. It was a bridge she’d cross when she next saw Reeve. ‘What can we do?’

Jamie offered her a small, grateful smile. She just hoped they wouldn’t regret what they were about to do. But, that they’d live long enough to maybe get the chance to, at least.

#ocappreciation #Ships Ahoy #Drabble #Made By Me #Wreck OCs #Callista Pierce #Cali Pierce

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nerdhangout · 2 months

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god forbid a woman has hobbies

#vtm #vtm oc #my art #callista #lasombra

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just-patchy · 1 month

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C for the alphabet soup ask ? :)

Thanks for the ask! :3c for my sanity sake I’ll be sticking with my twst ocs, though I’ve also included my wip babies (and breaking my own rules of reserving my wna girls for my wna blog bc i don’t talk about them enough www)

Cetus Larimar

3rd year in Octavinelle and I made him only bc i wanted a whale shark merfolk oc. He’s a big boi and a little pookie. I’m not sure if I ever posted his UM but he does have one according to my drafts, it’s just nameless bc I couldn’t think of a name yet.

Shi Canlong

3rd year of my WIP fandorm Qilin, was the former dorm head until Yanque (2nd year, current dorm head) fought him for the position and won. He’s adopted and raised in a strict family so he’s actually pretty hard-working, he’s just also an arrogant lil shit (lol). I like to think of him as a bit of an honest guy

Calla Megrez

2nd year in Monarchia WNA (Az’s fanschool). I ended up developing her quite a bit in terms of trivia because it was really fun to do a “wild child” character. I also did a Black Clover AU for her because of it (the “wild child” aspect) since hierarchy and social class is a major theme in Black Clover, I thought it would be interesting to see how someone who’s generally rather removed from such social classes (due to being a bit of a societal outcast) would function.

Celestia Vikare

1st year WIP in Kriegskald and based off of Icarus! She’s a child genius who got into WNA early (13) and is basically a lil shit www a very typical ore-sama type character who gets super defensive when criticised but if you praise her it’ll go straight to her head (lol). She just does whatever she wants so she’s always getting in trouble

Clair Moreau

Vice dorm head of Lyrania (my fanschool WOA) and based off of the violin princess from Music Land. He’s canonically shipped with Lula (dorm head and based off of the alto saxophone prince) and is gnc. He’s generally pretty reserved but also a bit of a violin/strings instrument freak (specifically the actual strings. He likes pressing on those). I think I named him after the Clair de Lune?

Calixto Fynderne

2nd year based off of Narcissus, originally for Key’s fanschool PSU but like idk what to do with him lol, he’s neighbours with Lauren (WNA girl based off of Echo) and was her first crush but didn’t work out. Since most of his parasocial fans are girls his age, he’s not very good with women. His favourite food is also not disclosed for related reasons. He’s an awkward kid who loves himself much more than others, but you just need a lot of patience and maybe a bit of masochism to get him to open up www

Cosmo Dorado

1st year for Lizz’s fanschool DIE and based off of the Grizzly Gulch in HK Disneyland. He’s a very happy-go-lucky (emphasis on lucky) kid and honestly I almost had Komaeda in mind while I was making him because his talent is luck (except he doesn’t have the luck cycle that Komaeda does, he’s more like Naegi, though I also based him off of Uno from Nanbaka and unintentionally Orias from Iruma). Another problematic kid that does whatever tf he wants, but he looks up to the dorm head :3c

Claude Avenant

Music teacher and residential manipulative hag of NRC based off of Maestro Forte. Formerly a bigshot in classical music but retired and currently teaching as a bit of a hobby. I think I gave him a cane because Maestro Forte as an organ is bolted to the wall, so a human twisted from him would probably have mobility issues? It probably would have made more sense to make him paralysed to some extent but Maestro Forte is basically part of the room he was in because of all the stuff that’s connected so like???? The only thing that moves is his face and keys???? I don’t know man

Callista Lebeau

Librarian/Teacher at WNA and based off of Belle/Beauty (both Disney and original version). I think I had something I wanted to plan between her and Vargas due to their inspos but it’s been so long I forgor. According to age-old discord messages her sisters are like, guest teachers at WNA from time to time because ✨plot devices✨

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc ask meme #rinavatrix #cetus larimar #shi canlong #calla megrez #celestia vikare #calixto fynderne #cosmo dorado #claude avenant #callista lebeau

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caspalooza · 1 year

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I'm really excited to start posting my art!! i gotta kick it off by introducing my FAVORITE silly elf guy, JESPER!!! I draw him 90% of the time so you will be seeing a lot of him (AND I AM NOT SORRY ABOUT IT!!)

#elf oc #fantasy #character art #oc art #original character #ace pride #my ocs #my art #caspalooza #ha'vesta #he's a scam artist #he's 7'4" including his horns lol #his arch nemesis is door frames #jesper callistas

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the-omni-frog-tm · 1 year

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After a bit more than 3 hours of drawing and crying, here's a little art of my oc !