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Confession:
"I finally remembered who Ben from The One Volume 2 looks like: the guy Eddie from Rising Tides in Choices! Also appears as a random character in other choices books 🫡"
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Storm’s Arrival
Darkened clouds began to amass.
Lightning forked across the skies.
The winds stirred, a blistering tempest, a painful howl on the ears.
Angry waves crashed against the shore, rain splattering against the leaves.
A looming shadow rapidly descends from the sky, an intense golden gaze seething.
"WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE?!" The Leviathan bellows. [State your business swiftly or be met with ire] (Art is by @askvekpa) ~
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*side-eyeing that new FFXVI trailer super hard* ....So that ‘this new DLC won’t change the ending’ comment is bullshit, right?
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhtt.....?
(in other hand, hey they use the Awakening trailer song! That song lives! Glory to Soken!)
#FFXVI#Rising Tides#random ramblings#ffxvi spoilers#I don’t even care anymore to be mad if we have to pay for true ending#just save little bro please#stop killing your characters squenix please (T0T )#the dlc out 18 april btw#meanwhile I haven’t even finish ffvii rebirth aaaaahhh
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Ok technically I am on TPS and I will get back to it but I got the book pass for this book and I definitely don’t want to spend money on it and it’s shorter, so I am taking a break and doing this one and then I will go back to TPS.
Starting Diamonds: 2278
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Am i sad that leviathan has nothing to do with terence and kihel? yes. BUT MORE JILL STORY!!!! I STILL WIN
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diagnostics test :-)
just some new discoveries to be made when you have your memory wiped and wake up in a porcelain body
aelin (tief on the left) belongs to @v1ntagecassette >:-3
#neoart#dnd oc#juliette herald#aelin casterly#fortinbras lathe#rising tides#idk if they have a ship name yet but it would be something along the lines of aeorium clusterfuck#i did it i finally drew the famous twelfth night reference im a real gay dnd artist now
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thinking abt me and @junker-thirsty‘s shared custody warriors ocs
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RISING TIDES: CHAPTER 2
Ezra x F!Reader | Ezra & Cee
AO3
RATING: Explicit (18+) | MDNI!
SUMMARY: Ezra & the reader are both past winners of the Hunger Games & must now find a path for themselves as victors and mentors. Ezra meets Cee for the first time.
warnings/tags: Canon-typical violence and topics, reader has backstory/a little description (kept to a minimum, but scroll on if that’s not your thing)
Word count: 2.2k
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Whilst he didn’t end up taking fishing as his official ‘talent’, Ezra went out every week or so when the weather was fine down to the lake behind his home, gear in tow. It was a small lake in a deciduous little valley, in which the Victor's village sat. A long, looping path through the surrounding woods connected the lake behind his home to the other gardens and around to the main gate: the only entrance to the village.
He wondered, not for the first time, whether the fish were natural here. Their iridescent scales, which sparkled in the cold sunlight, could be created by the beauty of nature. Though, their hardiness through the seasons and large bodies seemed as out of place as the fine sand, found underneath the weathered pebbles on the oval-shaped shores of the lake itself.
He didn't need to fish but swinging the line out into the water and reeling it in was good practice for his arm coordination. If he caught anything, he threw it back most days.
Though, today his pantry was looking a little bare, aside from the Katniss roots he’d pulled up the day before. He hadn’t been to the main square in a while.
All the more reason to go out to cast his line.
The sun, which had been high in the sky when he began, started to dip when he heard the rustling within the sparse forest brush.
Before he knew it, he saw the flash of something metal fly towards him, heard the sickening impact of something on the ground.
A body.
He saw the flash of a body, blood pouring from the neck, a familiar flash of recognition in their face. No, it couldn’t be!
Heart racing, he stood bolt upright, reflexively taking out the small knife he carried with him.
“Come out.” His eyes darted around the treeline. “There’s no use in hiding.”
Ezra closed his fingers round his knife when he heard a click.
A crossbow.
A rare sight anywhere, even if people in the district did carry weapons - something illegal in the eyes of the Capitol – most were scared enough of using anything that weapon-like, opting for their trade tools should they need to use violence.
For a slight creature, the girl held the heavy weapon with some expertise. "Don't."
He dropped his knife, raising his arms up in surrender.
“You’re out a long way from home.” He glanced back down at what had been struck - a bird. An arrow sticking out of its feathers. Not a body…
“Grooslings are hard to come by.” Was the short reply. They were certainly valuable, if you didn’t get caught for poaching.
“I suppose if you’re this desperate, you must be from the bench?” The girl shifted her stance. Perturbed. Anxious. “Long time since, but I grew up there. What’s your name? I’m guessin’ I don’t have to give any introduction of m-”
“-I know who you are… I-I'm not supposed to talk to you.”
"I don't know what you've heard, girl, but whatever it is, has likely been extorted from the truth and therefore not in my favour."
She shook her head. "No, you stole from my father and- I'm not saying any more. Not supposed to."
The pieces started to fall together, could it be Lin's child here before him? The blonde hair and the nose could be the same but… he wasn't sure…
Anger and disbelief rose up in his chest, what was Damon doing? Letting his daughter - a young girl - go so far in the woods alone, for by her skittish behaviour she must be alone.
And certainly, he hadn't gotten over this childish grudge, not that he'd expected that, but it stung, nevertheless.
"Please tell me your name." There was no answer. The crossbow didn't move. The girl kept her lips sealed as if speaking to him alone in the woods would break some sort of promise.
Perhaps it would.
If she was his relation, he thought, she's definitely inherited the family stubbornness.
"Look, you can take your spoils, I have no reason or inclination to involve peacekeepers in my life. None of my business what others do in these woods. Here." He dropped his arm slowly and stooped to pick up some of the fish.
"Have some of my catch - a peace offering, if you like, I used to know your parents, so – you’re welcome to come back here, should you need help with anything."
But the crossbow didn't move, although her eyes flitted down to the wrapped fish often in silent deliberation. She took a step back from his extended hand.
"Little bird," the words were soft, almost a whisper, "take it. It was otherwise being thrown back in, I have no need of it."
"Bird?" She said with a frown.
"Well I have to call you something." He huffed, throwing the offer gently onto the ground between them.
"Your call."
He hesitated to look at her once more, watching as she lowered the bow, shuffling from foot to foot, before packing up his gear. He heard rather than saw her quickly snatch up all the spoils and retreat.
By the time he had finished she had already reached the wall surrounding the village, giving back a final glance before hopping over it.
That's what struck him now, when he looked at the girl walking towards the justice building. Her stride was the same steady, quick pace. The same limp blonde hair tucked behind the ears.
Cee. So that was her name.
Cee Riley’s complex, grim expression was plastered on the screens.
The two years that had passed since their meeting in the woods had clearly not been kind to her. Her clothes - clearly relics of her mother’s - hung off of her thin frame, cheeks sallow, arms bruised. His stomach twisted into knots.
He could hear every rustle, every chirp of the crickets hiding in the dry brush around the square, the blood pulsing in his own ears. His mouth was as dry as the time it had been himself looking up to the stage.
She reached it now, stumbling slightly, her long skirt catching on the step.
Ezra tried to catch District seven's escort's eye. Johanna caught him faster. The Capitol man straightened up quickly and graciously offered a hand to the 'young lady', delicately plucking the offensive thread free. He could see Joanna roll her eyes again and gave her a conspiratorial glance. This wasn't the first time they've had to do the capitol representatives jobs for them.
"Her. I want her."
There was no explanation, no turning of his head or a need to raise his voice above a whisper.
Johanna merely shrugged. "Makes no difference to me."
The train wasn't much of an improvement on the woods.
At first, he had given Cee her space, easily recognising that the circumstances are a lot to take in, seeing her eyes shining with unshed tears at dinner. Best that she get all the crying done now, privately, before any other cameras or tributes could see her and think her weak.
He'd tried the next morning to broker the subject of his mentorship, strategies and so forth, but when he opened his mouth she turned away, eventually getting up from the table and taking her plates to her room.
He heaved a big sigh.
The male tribute, a malnourished boy of 15, was already smart enough to ask to train and strategize separately from his other district contender. He had as good a chance at winning, if he gained some weight in the upcoming weeks and had some skills behind him, as any other non-career.
So, he decided to go to her. He picked up pastries, fruit and crystal glasses of fresh orange juice from the dining car, ladling steaming hot chocolate into a couple of bowls for good measure, using his steady prosthetic to prop up the laden tray.
To his relief she opened the door when he knocked, from the dark bags under her eyes and weary look she hadn't gotten any rest. Stepping in he could evidently see the mess smeared on the walls, one plate smashed to bits but piled neatly onto one of the bedside tables. He made a mental note to have a kind word with one of the attendants later.
"So, I didn't know if you'd be hungry or thirsty, but if you need more things to smash, too, go ahead." He indicated to the tray which he set down onto the bed.
To his surprise she does sit to eat, picking at one of the pastries. He rambles on at her, trying to say things or ask questions that could draw her out, but she still remains a little withdrawn.
She picks up one of the bowls and hesitates.
Ezra picks up the other and sips from it, slowly. “Use two hands if you can. I only have the use of one.”
She does, taking big gulps of the hot chocolate. A little colour returning to her face. “You don’t use the other arm for a lot, do you?”
“No.”
“My mother… she was a healer, my father said that people who lost limbs in the mill used to come to her.”
“That’s right. I used to know her.”
“She helped you.” It wasn’t a question, though he got the sense that perhaps she hadn’t known about it before.
“Yes. Relied on her a lot, when I came back home.”
Cee curled into herself, drawing her legs up to her stomach, head resting on her knees. “I’m not going to see home again.”
“And why’s that?”
Cee glanced at him and if he hadn’t been pulled into the same depths of darkness, he would have flinched at the intensity in her eyes. “The odds aren’t in my favour.”
“Now that simply isn’t true! Careers may, certainly, get an advantage, but surely us other district victors are testament to the fact that the odds aren’t always in their favour.” But Cee just held onto her legs tighter. “C’mon, Cee, you’re sharp you’ve got more chance of winning than those blockheads in one or two… what about Damon, what did he say to you about the games, before you left?”
“He didn’t come to see me.”
It took everything in him to not let his blood boil over. That’s not what she needed right now. He knew very well what type of visits she had likely received, if she had any. The one many of his district’s tributes, the impoverished, starving kids, the ones picked for feeding themselves and their family with tesserae, received – a last goodbye.
Even her own father thought of her as good as dead the moment she had been reaped. No doubt getting high as a kite to forget about it all. Ezra, not for the first time, felt the pangs of his brother’s absence at the association and he wished he could curse them both…
But… right now, she needed someone to be there for her, to listen, letting in the rage would do nothing but scare her off. He thought to what his partner would say to him in such a moment, allowing himself the thrill of that bittersweet anticipation of their reunion, mere hours away, to pass over him.
“Listen - I’m not a good man, birdie, I fought for my life and I survived – and I’m sure you can gather, that I’m not just talking about the games here-”
Cee was caught on his words, sitting up to look at him with wide eyes.
“-It was self-preservation plain and simple, but that has to count for something…”
“You’re a survivor, I’ve seen it first-hand, you’re smart and brave, birdie – don’t deny it!” He said when he saw her open her mouth to say something.
No-one else would have…” He paused, he had to be careful with what to say, even now, on the off chance anyone could be listening, “…gone into that part of the forest, bold as brass to do what you’ve done. The thing about careers? They rely on strength, brute force – they often underestimate the tributes that are evasive and have gone through hunger before. And, on top of that, you’re quick, you know your way round weapons, doubt I have to ask, but you know how to use an axe by now, right?” Cee nodded, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards.
“...now, you’ve got options. Think about your strategy, which way you want to go - I can help you with that. I can help get you sponsors, but you’ll need to put a little trust in me and be honest. Be honest with me and what you want from this. If you don’t engage with the audience, there will be no advantage for me to give you. So, if you hide away now, that will essentially be giving up. And, giving up is harder than it looks, birdie, when you’ve survived for so long - I won’t be able to keep you alive if you go down that path. We’ve only got a short time to come up with our plan, so I need you to listen carefully to what I have to say. We clear?”
“Clear.”
#ezra prospect x reader#ezra prospect x you#ezra and cee#cee prospect#prospect fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction#prospect fic#pixwritesstuff#pixwriting#Rising Tides series#rising tides#HUNGER GAMES AU
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Playchoices MCs - Part 8
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artist notes under the cut
Pose references are all from AdorkaStock on deviantART.
Verna Hayes (TUH) | I'm very proud of her name. I was going to go with Vera until I found Verna on where else but behindthename.com. I managed to capture her in what's probably one of the worst moments of her life: heading to England after the death of her sister, but at least she looks cute. Her dress got more complicated the more I looked at it, so I simplified it quite considerably.
Tania Price (MTFL) | She's messy, but I still like her. She never goes anywhere in the fall and winter without her UGG boots. She almost wore them in the summer, but Mackenzie told her she'd never talk to her again if she did.
Wednesday Washington (MM) | She's adorable and I love her. That's really all I have. Unlike Verna, I didn't really put any thought into her name. I just thought she looked like a Wednesday and wanted her surname to also start with a 'w.' I'd like to think her dad put the same amount of thought into her name that I did. I also gave her freckles because more characters should have them.
Melina "Mel" Thompson (RT) | There's already a Mel in Rising Tides, but fuck her I like it for my MC so I just dealt with the awkwardness. She and Charlie are Cassandra's (TFS) cousins.
Nozomi Itō (WB) | I just realized her outfit has the same color scheme as Shaggy, but we're gonna ignore that. Hands down, Nozomi has the worst outfit selection of any MC in the game. It's bad enough that she gets kidnapped and has to put up with Bastien and Morgan's shit, but she's can't even be cute while she's doing it. She can't catch a break, which is a shame, 'cause I really like her personality. I'm also salty at PB because they finally decided to let you add special characters to MC names, but apparently macrons don't count.
Drew Deveraux (FA) | This pose give me early book vibes. Drew's definitely getting a call from their mother and they are not enjoying it. I gave them pants because I wanted to and also because despite letting players pick pronouns, PB still lacks variety in their outfits for masculine and feminine body types. Those Vans are for running away from the paparazzi.
#playchoices#the unexpected heiress#my two first loves#ms match#rising tides#wolf bride#choices foreign affairs#cassiopeiacorvus draws#cassi originals
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moar wc ocs their from a dif story than the others but i love them also WAAA
wigeonfoot is scorchtrots daughter, scorch is her mostly absent dad RIPP and steamleg is scorchtrots husband (steam n scorch got together after wigeon was borned and wig’s mom isnt in the clan)
steamleg is good step dad (or dads sidepiece as wig calls him LMAOO) to wig and is the one who mainly raised and takes care of wig, he packs her lunch and attends her piano recitals and stuff BAHA
scorch isnt very fatherly and mainly likes hanging out at twolegplace attending rock concerts </3 hes too busy not noticing wig to be a attentive dad but steam likes him for some reason JWJW
wig, scorch cant hear u hes partying too hard
look at their old designs THEIR SO BUTT UGLY I made them in like december 2020 </3
#warrior cats ocs#codysight art#rising tides#codysight ocs#ocs#oc#warriors ocs#warrior cats#warriors#wc#original character#art#digital art#designs#oc art#oc designs#wc ocs
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Y'all worried about the little cheeks the FFXVI Tonberries have, but have you seen the Master Tonberry tonbussy??
Why.
#ffxvi#final fantasy xvi#ff16#rising tides#spoilers#?? i guess lmao#the camera kinda ended up there and i had to get in closer cause like.....#girl.#thank you again for looking at my unhinged 2am posts 👍
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The Leviathan
Art is by @/symphonies-of-silver -
It has been deemed ill-advised to anger the sea beast...
Name: Susano
Pronouns: They / He
Appears to be rather Serious and Proud of their Power.
Height: 25'
Typing: Dragon / Water
Current Moveset-
Psychic
Aeroblast
Thunder
???
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“What?” Xander just squinted at her. “I’m not even bothered to try and figure out what that means. Look, you aren’t even supposed to be here. I explicitly told you I didn’t want you walking around town after dark. So just stay out of the way until I finish, would you? Zaida!”
But Zaida wasn’t listening. Actually, Zaida was walking away, her attention captured by the unmistakable tone of the biggest jerk in school. His overly gelled hair was spiked up high on his head, as usual.
“What part of ‘I'm fine’ are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home.” Jackson was shouting animatedly, getting all up in the Sheriff’s face.
“And I understand that.” Stilinski remained calm, his voice soothing and stable in the face of her classmate’s aggression.
“No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you! Okay, now, I wanna go home!” he raised his voice into a scream. How could he disrespect their law enforcement in such an entitled way? Of course, it was entirely in his character as a spoilt rich kid to shit all over working-class citizens, but it still made her blood boil. Zaida was about four wide paces from shoving Jackson away from the Sheriff herself when Stiles stumbled out of his father’s car, eyes wide and jaw dropped.
“Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?” Stiles gaped, his eyes trailing a gurney with a humanoid mass covered by a white sheet being wheeled out from the video store.
“Everybody back up. Back up.” Stilinski made room for the EMTs to transport the body into the back of an ambulance. He then turned to her and the rest of the teenagers on the scene. “Zaida, Stiles, stay in the car please until someone can take you home. Jackson, I’m going to need you to sit down next to your girlfriend and wait.”
“His girlfriend?” she whipped her head around, searching for the unmistakable red hair. She found Lydia sitting in the back of the other ambulance huddled beneath a shock blanket and staring off into space.
“Zaida, in the car. Now.” Xander all but dragged her towards the back seat of the sheriff’s car and closed the door behind her.
“Great,” she muttered under her breath. “Jackson and Lydia get to be out there where all the interesting things are happening, and we are stuck in a car.”
“Tell me about it.” Stiles rolled his eyes, his voice muffled by what sounded like a full mouth. She leaned forward from the back, peering through the separation screen to see the boy shoving his face full of curly fries.
“Do you know what happened?” she asked him, watching his reaction closely.
“All I know is what you probably already know, which is that there was an animal attack, and now there’s a dead body, and Jackson and Lydia were here when it happened.” The words tumbled out of his mouth so quickly and awkwardly that it took her a full minute to understand what he actually said.
“Right.” She sagged back against the seat, crossing her arms over her chest in defeat. Well, tonight was a bust. She’d been hoping to gain some more information.
After her parents' death, she had become obsessed with all the finer details, convinced that the police had missed something. That they had missed everything . There were too many loose ends that wouldn’t tie up no matter how hard she tried. When Xander had told her a couple of years ago that she was wrong and that he had seen the reports to prove it, she had no choice but to attribute her concerns to a traumatised young mind and hadn’t thought much about it since. But that bus…it raised the same questions. Boasted the same loose ends. The biggest predators in California were mountain lions, but mountain lions had four fingers - not five, like the claw marks at both crime scenes. Mountain lions couldn’t open an unlocked front door, and close it behind them upon leaving. Mountain lions couldn’t rip a metal door almost entirely off its hinges. It was the same thing with the video store. There was a clear exit point, but where had the animal entered? None of it made sense.
“Why are you here anyway?” His head swivelled in her direction as if the thought had just dawned upon him that she wasn’t supposed to be here.
“I came to bring my brother dinner. He’s working back late.” She lied casually.
“Your brother?” He repeated, still confused.
“Yes, my brother.” She sighed, getting comfortable in her seat. “Deputy Callis.”
“Oh, I didn’t know your brother was the new Deputy.” He frowned, crumpling the now empty take-out bag.
“And I didn’t know the Sheriff’s kid hung out with crackheads until the other week, but what do you know? Here we are.” She shot back with a faux angelic smile, throwing out the joke to broach the subject.
“Wha-?” His face scrunched, movement jerky as he twisted in his seat to face her.
“You know, that guy you almost flattened with your jeep? Leather jacket, black hair, sweaty, pale skin? The one who looked about half an injection away from croaking it? Yeah, that crackhead.” She explained, picking at her painted nails. “Don’t worry. I’m no snitch. Though, whatever it was that he was on, I suggest you stay away. That stuff looked nasty.”
“What? Derek?” His voice jumped almost an octave. “Derek’s not on drugs. He was really sick. Like hospital-grade sick. And I barely even know the guy. Definitely not friends.”
“Is Scott his friend?” She pried further. Stiles’ floppy-haired, locker-punching bestie had already exhibited some pretty weird behaviours. Influence of drugs, perhaps?
“Scott? No. God no. Derek Hale is no one’s friend. Derek has no friends, because Derek sucks.” Stiles shook his head adamantly.
Zaida wasn’t sure what their deal was with this Derek Hale guy, but she could practically feel the anxious energy pulsating off of Stiles. He and Scott were definitely hiding something. What they were hiding - and what their reasons were for hiding it - she wasn’t yet certain. One thing she was sure of was that she’d get to the bottom of it, eventually. It was just another mystery to add to the ever-growing list.
#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf fanfic#teen wolf#stiles#stiles stilinski#stiles x oc#female original character#female oc#lydia martin#scott mccall#allison argent#isaac lahey#derek hale#malia tate#kira yukimura#rising tides#Zaida Callis#Xander Callis#beacon hills
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[I thought it was to eat the meals throughout the day, but rising tides lift all boats. Between the spaghetti waffle]
#s35e12 takeout - funky finds#guy fieri#guyfieri#diners drive-ins and dives#rising tides#spaghetti waffle#meals#day#boats
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here is my character sheet for rising tides mc!!
notes below :-)
i named her sierra because her sister's name is charlie, and sierra and charlie are both names of nautical code flags!! i know the moms name is canonically laura so she's left out but i gave the dad the name victor, also the name of a code flag :-)
banks is her last name obv for the term "river bank" hehe
her middle name is after my girl scout mentor, the lady who taught me code flags :'-)
honestly i didn't vibe with either of the LIs :-( i feel like you didn't really get to know them that well in only 12 chapters unless you bought all the diamond scenes :-(
loved all the fits though, MC and Charlie's were sooo cute<3
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so in a mad sprint to get pb's diamond boost i've done a speed run of rising tides four times (autoclicked through the whole thing, so cannot tell you what i think of the story personally) BUT i did have one thing to say since i played as a white!mc in this latest run:
charlie's hair did not have to go so hard 😭
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