cantheywinthehungergames · 2 months ago
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Maybe a little less known, but Miri from The Princess Academy? It's fun to think about the canonical competition in the book being escalated to the Hunger Games!
Tribute Name: Miri Larendaughter
Age: 14-17 (throughout series)
Restrictions: None
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If you would like to see a character aged 12-18 enter the Hunger Games, please submit them through my asks. 19+ aged character submissions are currently closed.
Please also look at my pinned post for submission rules as well as a list of previously submitted characters prior to submitting your character.
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deludedimages · 1 year ago
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Review For Forgotten Sisters by Cynthia (Cina) Pelayo
My oldest and I went to Chicago when they were six. It was Father’s Day weekend. I’ve wanted to go to Chicago since I was a kid. I’ve been a Blackhawks fan since I was in Mites. If you don’t know, I was seven or eight. I’ve been fascinated by it. By the lake, the river, and the sports teams. We went to the Adler Planetarium. We stayed at the Hotel Lincoln, where I had a ghost experience and…
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libraryofbaxobab · 5 months ago
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May 18, 2024:
I'm conflicted about this one because I bought it solely on seeing the author speak at a local book festival, on a panel of horror authors (who happened to all be very sharp women). Interestingly, most of the authors railed against the dubious distinction between "literary" vs "genre" fiction; how it's generally a snobbish and gatekeepy attitude so some booklovers can look down on others.
Personally, I consider "literary" in that context to be a synonym for "boring;" it signals to me an expanse of beige, unexciting, plot-light dalliances for grandmas. (Which is fine-- delicate grandmas need something to read too) So then why was this so... literary-leaning? It's a gentle exploration of grief, not the acutely painful moments of immediate loss, but the slow, crushing bereavement of After. There are its lurid "genre" parts too-- there's a serial killer who appears to be based on the possibly-real-life Smiley Face Killer; there's some sort of poltergeist activity in the house; there's the gothic litany of past tragedies. There's also a bright thread of romance running through--a suspiciously easy and convenient romance.
The parts about the titular sisters weren't very exciting to me. I preferred the parts starring an honest to goodness last-day-before-retirement cop and his young trainee. Rough when that's the highlight.
In all, this book in particular doesn't do it for me, but since I met her and she autographed this book, I'm determined to find a way to become a fan of this author.
3.5/10 #WhatsKenyaReading
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flaviathebibliophile · 7 months ago
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Forgotten Sisters by Cynthia Pelayo (ARC Review)
Title: Forgotten Sisters Author: Cynthia Pelayo Type: Fiction Genre: Adult, Horror, Urban Fantasy, Mystery Publisher: Thomas & Mercer Published: March 19, 2024 A complimentary physical copy of this book was kindly provided by Kaye Publicity, Inc. and Thomas & Mercer in exchange for an honest review. Sisters Anna and Jennie live in a historic bungalow on the Chicago River. They’re tethered to a…
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g0ry-gh0ul · 3 months ago
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i bet the goth clubs in menzoberranzan go absolutely crazy
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thekhaninglass · 3 months ago
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If you told me last week I’d be Happy at Carpenter’s death scene I would’ve asked what the hell are you talking about? Carpenter? Carpenter my favourite character of all time? That Carpenter?
But I am so happy with her ending, because just before Tainsley fired something wondrous happened.
She forgot, and so she remembered.
For a time, especially if it’s early on, it can feel like your trauma defines you. That it makes up so much of who you are, that it’s almost like it is all you are.
And the best thing to deal with that (other than EMDR, therapy and meds) is time. One day you will wake up and it will not be all you are. One day those wounds will have scarred over and, though it is still part of you, you will forget enough to remember that you’re a person and not just a horror story.
Before she died Carpenter forgot. She forgot enough of her trauma that she forgot her Nana’s dying words. The words of the faith of the Trawler-man who she believed took her brother because of her faith’s collapse. She is no longer defined by her loss. She has recovered enough that those memories no longer feel like a fresh wound.
Before she died she remembered who she was. Ours is a world of miracles.
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crossdressingdeath · 3 months ago
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Y'know, people call Goldanna a bitch but if some random guy claiming to be the half-brother I thought died along with my mother during childbirth and who as far as I knew or had any reason to assume grew up in a castle being waited on hand and foot as a noble if not a prince showed up at my house where I was scraping a living as a washerwoman for me and my children and expected me to be happy to see him just because his dad fucked my mom (and in the process caused her death) I'd start throwing things at his head, so I think all in all she's being extraordinarily reasonable. I can understand Alistair being upset that she wasn't happy to see him but she doesn't know him and (supposedly) sharing genes doesn't mean she owes him love or even attention.
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flamingpudding · 1 year ago
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Fictober23 Prompt: 28 - "I may not get another chance to say this."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: -
A/N: Plays into the Forgotten Twin AU setting. Basically for this: Danny was sent to the Fentons as a mission when he was seven and Damian forgot about it until someone found an old mission report from Danny. Their first meeting didn't go well… But Damian has his reasons wanting Danny to come to Gotham with him that are not all completely selfish. I tried to make this little scene sort of funny with a bit of angst in it.
"So…" Danny floated next to a giant Cujo while 'sitting' cross legged in the air doing his best to suppress the growing grin on his face. "Are you convinced yet?"
He heard an inaudible grumble and laughed doing a little air flip before 'laying' in the air and resting his head in his hands. "I didn't catch that Dami, can you repeat that?"
"Get him off me!"
"Who? Cujo?" The dog licked Danny across his entire head before laying down on and making himself comfortable on his twin brother who grunted and Danny chuckled. "Didn't you say handling a ghost animal won't be any different than handling an actual animals?"
His twin grunted once more but did not say anything else. Danny grinned as he looked away from Damian and Cujo towards the rest his twin hand brought with him to Amity, he hadn't bothered learning their names when Damian had introduced them the first, second, third and fourth time. All in an attempt to convince him, he was surprised that his biological father didn't appear before him as often as Damian did after he told them no.
Red helmet guy, Danny believed his civilian name was something with J, was currently getting chased around the Main Street by Johnny on his motorcycle and Shadow trying to trip the poor guy up. He had heard the guy curse and complain very loudly that he was not happy about his bullets not working.
Another guy in blue who's hero name was something with Wing but his nickname was Dick, a fun fact that funnily enough made his name the easiest to remember, was currently doing a bunch of flips dodging Skulker. He wasn't entirely sure but with the way Skulker was glaring he was pretty sure that the other ghost was now hunting the guy out of annoyance for real instead of just as a favor to Danny.
The third guy Damian had brought with him to Amity, who's hero name was also that of a dinner, was locked in a weird tech battle with Technus. Danny was pretty sure he had heard that guy yell something about upgrading Wayne Tech to the point that Technus would never be able to take control of it. Good luck with that, Danny thought, so far his parents' and with his own ectoplasm infused tech were the only ones that could resist that ghost's control.
"Danyal, this is ridiculous!" Looking toward Cujo again, Danny found that Damian had managed to dig his way out from under him.
"Well you're the one that bet that you could handle some 'silly' ghosts, to convince me to go to Gotham with you. That there wouldn't be a problem if I left Amity Park behind." Danny moved to float before his brother spread his arms out. "Do you see now that I can't just leave? That I have a responsibility here? That I have a perfectly good life here? You didn't care for years that I lived here and now suddenly out of the blue you keep pestering me to come with you to Gotham."
Danny heard something muffled but he hadn't been able to make out what exactly his twin had said. Instead of asking he slowly floated down until his feet touched the ground and then proceeded to sit with his knees drawn in so that his head could rest on them on the ground. His head was slightly tilted as he watched his twin blankly, the same way grandfather had him do when he had been way younger.
Danny knew this was a habit left over from the League, something Jazz wouldn't have been able to help him get rid off without Damian around.
Damian was obviously struggling, trying to push that giant ghost dog off him so he could have a proper talk with his twin, muttering how a 'ghost' dog could be this heavy or solid. Yet even if Damian was late, there were things he needed to explain. Things he needed Danny to know, things he had only learned after he had started living with father, after he had left the League for good. Even if he didn't deserve his twin's forgiveness, he finally could be the brother his twin deserved. Besides he had made a promise to his twin's sister on his second visit, when Jasmine had been the one to sit him down and talk when Danyal refused. She tried to figure out why Damian had appeared so obsessed about taking Danny with him to Gotham and in the end she had made him promise something for Danyals health.
"I may not get another chance to say this. With you pinned under Cujo and your siblings distracted by my rogues this might be my only chance for now. I was convinced I hated you yet was loyal to a default until Jazz thought me I actually didn't hate you but cared in a messed up way." Danny started watching how his twin stilled. "It took Jazz exactly one year to mostly undo the mindset the league trained into me, she shouldn't have to but she wanted to for her new little brother and took all the steps needed to ensure my mental well being when she was nine and I seven. After that year I was sorta lost. A limbo between wanting a normal life and the duty that had been trained into me towards you. I didn't know what to do and then Tucker picked up the slack, showing me what 'normal' was. Well after I sort of went feral on Dash during my first day in grade school."
Damian looked up at his twin who wasn't even looking at him but sported a far away look. Seeing but unseeing at the same time as he remembered a childhood he knew nothing about. "I kept sending reports, not out of duty but hoping to protect the live Jazz had offered me. When they stopped responding, I also stopped reporting and grew wary."
Laughing humorlessly Danny returned his gaze back on Damian. "At first I believed grandfather gave up on me. That he would send you to kill me. After all, I was just a disposable spare. But no one ever came."
"Me appearing after years must have been shocking." Damian admitted, by now he had given up trying to get that giant dog to move off him, less he embarrassed himself like his elder brothers were currently doing. "That was why you attacked without waiting to hear me out once we were in a secluded area during our first meeting."
"Can't blame me. I thought you were still with the League and brainwashed into the perfect hire grandfather wanted." Damian huffed at that causing Danny to chuckle lightheartedly.
"Valid reasoning." His twin agreed. The half ghost signaled to Cujo, the dog only tilting his head before licking his tongue over the entirety of Danny's head once more, not moving an inch off of Damian. "I would most likely have done the same if the roles had been reversed."
"I got a family here now, Damian and you got yours with our bio-Dad and all the siblings you have been trying to introduce to me." Danny voiced after a moment of silence between them. In that moment Cujo finally changed size and moved to cuddle up to his twin, giving Damian a chance to sit up on his own.
"Danyal."
"No Damian. I will not go with you to Gotham. You tried to show me that others could take care of Amity. But look at those you took with you? They don't even have the equipment needed to handle ghosts." Danny was looking over his shoulder watching Damian's brothers. "Amity Park is my responsibility, the same way Gotham is Batmans."
"It is a responsibility you shouldn't shoulder alone. Father has us in Gotham but who do you have?" Damian watched his twin from the corner of his eyes. "It would be better and safer for you to come with us."
"Damian, I can't just-"
"Jasmine has made me aware of the danger to your physical as well as mental health here the longer you stay. She has inquired with us to see if we could help you to start thinking more about your safety than the safety of everyone around you but yourself."
"Of course Jazz would. Look I can handle my parents and the GIW, it's not like-"
"She has stressed the fact that you have been returning injured more often. Injuries not caused by your ghost rogues." Damian cut him off. "You are a lot more like father than I am but there is one fact we both clearly have inherited from him in the same way?"
"Oh, really now?"
"We are both quite stubborn and won't give up easily." Damian smirked as he stood up and dusted off his pants. He took a couple steps forward towards his elder siblings before turning to look back at his twin. "I believe the bet was that if we could prove to you that other hero's could also handle these ghosts that you would reconsider your stance on coming to Gotham with us?"
"Wha-?"
"IT WORKED! He's in my mini computer! I trapped him in my mini computer!"
"HA! Not so fun getting chased by your own bike, is it?"
"Oh come on dude, this isn't that much of a tied situation. I just roped your own weapon around you. No need to be so headless."
Danny blinked slightly unbelieving, Johnny and Shadow where now the once getting chased around, Technus was apparently stuck in one single little computer and Skulker was tied up with one of his own weapons, aktual Skulker not the hulk of his mech suit.
"Danyal. I… We want to make it up to you. For all the years of mistreatment during our childhood as well as forgetting about your existence for nearly half a decade. All I am asking is to give father and me a chance. According to your sister, your foster parents as well as this GIW organization are posing a threat to you. My siblings are just as capable as father and I, so allow us to help your situation… please."
Once again Danny was blinking in disbelief, this time though he was blinking at his twin he hadn't seen in years, he had sort of resented at first but came to sort of love and miss him through Jazz's constant help and deprogrammed in his childhood.
"Wow… you must have swallowed a lot of your pride to say that." Danny couldn't help but mutter. None of his twin's behavior matched what he remembers from his childhood with the League but maybe it was better this way. What did Jazz tell him a couple days ago? To give it a fresh and new start? To at least listen to them?
"Danyal, if you speak one word of what I told you to any of them, I will kill you."
"And there is the Dami, I remember."
Damian clicked his tongue and Danny laughed as he finally stood up with Cujo in his arms to stand next to his twin.
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doctorsiren · 9 months ago
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I love your artstyle! Especially how you draw kids like Pearl and Trucy they look so CUTE!
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Thank you!
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twink-with-an-agenda · 22 days ago
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sass queen carpenter 🙏🙏
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princefleabitten · 8 months ago
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Sketches for that one Drizzt book everybody read (Legend of Drizzt: Homeland)
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imbadatwrighting · 4 months ago
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Cherry: What’s going on with you guys?
Ponyboy: Our brother got trapped on a roof.
Cherry: Is that how he died?
Curtis!reader: Darry’s dead?
Dallas: Good job, Cherry, we were gonna tell her on Father’s Day. Now we have nothing to do on Father’s Day!
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thelilylav · 3 months ago
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The fact that Briar is listed as one of Rosabella's best friends in her profile but Briar's profile barely mentions her..
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1970sgothfreak · 2 years ago
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The forgotten Twins birthday part 2
N/n-nickname
*The next day*
You woke up feeling arms tightly around your waist and head, you move your eyes around your room to see the sunlight peeking out through the curtains. You looked up and saw Jon cuddling you to his chest which is where you saw tear stain marks on his shirt, realising you fell asleep crying and he comforted you the whole time you felt a heat rush to your cheeks before shaking your head.
‘He’s my best friend…I can’t…can I..?”
You were around to get up when you heard your bedroom door open, you twisted your head around and saw Alfred with a tray of breakfast for both you and Jon, he smiled softly at you when he saw you had awoken.
“Good morning miss Wayne, how did you sleep?”
“Good morning Alfred I slept good thank you for asking” you replied softly
The older man smiled at you and placed the tray down on your bedside table before whispering…
‘He stayed with you the whole night, refused to let you go ma’am’
He stood up and walked out of door leaving you alone with a wonderfully smelling breakfast, your best friend/crush and your thoughts.
~meanwhile~
The boys were down in the bat cave trying to figure out how they were going to make this up to you, they knew it had to be perfect and that hopefully you would end up forgiving them. Bruce was sitting on a chair with his hands folded on his lap, Dick, Jason and Damian were all leaning against the wall of the bat cave and Tim was sitting on a chair facing the rest of the family.
“Well does anyone have ideas?” Bruce spoke after moments of silence
Nothing…
No one said a word
They had no idea what you liked
What were your hobbies?
What was your favourite music and movie?
When…
When was the last time someone in this family other than Alfred held you and let you cry into their arms
When was the last time any of them had actually spend a moment of their time with you…
Oh they were fucked.
~back with you and Jon~
(Your pov) (pls forgive me if this is bad)
I was eating the waffles Alfred had made for me quietly moaning in delight whenever I took a bite, that man knew how I liked my waffles, I looked down at Jon who was now cuddling my waist and blushed a little.
“I really am hopelessly in love…aren’t I?” I mumbled under my breath
I heard a soft groan before a sleepy voice spoke up
“Y/n?…mmm…come back to sleep it’s to early” Jon mumbled noticing i was awake, he then sat up and rubbed his eyes before noticing the food on the table meant for him. He grabbed it and we both continued eating until I looked up at his face again and saw maple syrup on the side of his lips.
‘Should I..?’ I thought before releasing a breath and leaning up kissing the side of his lips hoping he didn’t do push me away. I pulled back and saw a faint blush on his cheeks, he turned to look and me before cupping me cheeks and looking me in my eyes.
“Y/n…”
“Jon…” we both whispered each other names,I felt him press his forehead to mine gently rubbing my cheeks with his fingers as if I was a fragile doll ready to break at any moment.
I closed my eyes and leaned up gently kissing him, I felt him kiss back…and as I expected he tasted like maple syrup. We pull away both our faces flushed red and I feel Jon tilt my head up again.
He looked nervous but I placed my hands on the side of his face giving him an encouraging smile to hopefully give him the confidence to say what he was going to say to me.
Okaysoireallylikeyouandhavelikedyouforalongtimenowwouldyougooutwithme” he spoke quickly before hiding his face in my neck. I froze processing what he said before a smile appeared on my face and I pulled his head out my neck and kissed his nose.
“Yes yes yes!!” I squealed, happy that for once something was going right in my life
No one pov:
But what you didn’t notice was the boys standing at your door watching the whole thing happen. They were frozen, how were they meant to react, should they yell and tell you that you can’t date him…should they be happy and try to talk with you?
Bruce pushed open the door making you both turn towards him after hearing the creaking of the door. You fixed your posture before looking at the man who you called your father.
“Y/n we need to talk..all of us” he stated firmly while glaring at Jon as if to tell him to leave so it could be a private discussion. Jon glared back but kissed your cheek before heading downstairs shoving into your brothers as he went through your door.
“N/n we-“ jason started but you raised your hand making him pause. You looked at them all with disgust and hatred making them feel their hearts crack even more, this wasn’t their sister…no this was the product of what they had done.
“Don’t you dare call me that Todd, it’s Y/n or al Ghul to you..to all of you in fact! Don’t you dare call me any sort of nickname or even refer to me as a Wayne because clearly from how I’ve been treated I’m not a wayne!” You shouted slamming your fist into your bedside table.
How dare they come in here and act like they get to call you that when they were never around, Damian began walking to you stopping when he was in front of you and he took your hands in his.
“Y/n…my dear sister…please forgive us we didn’t mean for this to happen-“
“But you did…all of you did” you state pulling your hands out of his and turning your back to them, you let out a shaky breath refusing to cry for these men. You simply pointed to the door and said…
“Get out, as far as I am concerned Alfred and Jon are the only ones whom I have granted entrance to my room now leave” you spoke with such a monotone voice that made Tim look at you with teary eyes before leaving, Dick and the others following.
You stood and locked the door, leaning against it pressing your forehead to the cold wood before letting the tears flow and let out a sob, you were aware the boys could hear you but in that moment you didn’t care all you wanted was to be alone and cry.
And as for the boys well…
They all stood there outside their little sisters/Daughters door hearing her sob all because they weren’t around in her life…this was the one mistake they weren’t going to be able to fix..or were they?
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