#Rising Tides

[chaosduckies]

Nico thought he saw another shark…

I like to imagine that later on when Nico gets scared and Callum’s around he’d just wrap himself around his finger for protection. Awww the fluff I could write with this. (Totally not gonna write this later :D)

I kind of hate how this came out, but I love it at the same time? Idek. I’m just having fun with drawing these two! I would love if you guys want me to draw something of them too! Don’t be afraid to ask!

Close up under the cut! :D

[romanceclub-confessionss]

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 🫡"

[askstormscall]

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​) ~

[nyaawn]

*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!)

[kainebell]

I’m replaying Rising Tides and, like, I get that the main goal of this book was to be educational since it was part of a green mobile gaming event. So I understand why the writers played it safe by centering the book around activism, the power of journalism, and the ways that big companies are more responsible for climate change than the average individual. But at the same time, i can’t stop imagining a reality where this book is a fast-paced eco-thriller and not the snoozefest it actually is (mostly because i watched How to Blow Up a Pipeline the other day) 😭 The story suggests journalism is the true driving force of social change when neither Charlie nor MC are journalists, just the subjects of journalism. This puts them in super passive positions, making it a pretty boring game to play bc you don’t actually get to do much, just read about what other characters are doing. Buuuut if it were about guerrilla activism, Charlie and MC could’ve been in far more active positions within the story, which could have been actually entertaining and supported by the leftist ideas that are at the heart of the story the writers were trying, and kind of failing, to tell

[thefirstcourtesan]

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

[0ccuria]

Y'all worried about the little cheeks the FFXVI Tonberries have, but have you seen the Master Tonberry tonbussy??

Why.

[taylorb6312]

Am i sad that leviathan has nothing to do with terence and kihel? yes. BUT MORE JILL STORY!!!! I STILL WIN

[n30b1nary]

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

[songleap]

thinking abt me and @junker-thirsty‘s shared custody warriors ocs

[chaosduckies]

Rising Tides (Chapter 1)

So basically this is just a piece for Mermay. A very late piece, but if you guys like it, I’ll continue it! Honestly, this is very fast paced, and I’m very sorry, but it is STRESSFUL out here.

Word Count: 2.8k

CW: Mentions of Death, A little bit of violence (just getting chased my a shark), that’s pretty much it I think!

1-Nico 

The ocean was a dangerous place. Even for someone who has lived here their entire life. 

Living in the ocean meant knowing how to survive on your own. It meant knowing just how desperate other creatures were to survive. I knew that. I knew just how much of a light snack I was. I knew that I was small. Incapable of being strong or even giving one glare at someone and making them swim away with their tail fins behind their backs. 

Such is the life of a very, very insignificant, mer like myself. 

The little reef I lived in was small, but quaint. My parents love it. I don’t live very far from them. Occasionally I would go over and have dinner with them. Even if I wasn’t hungry. They would ask how my day was, and I would say: “It was good.” we would catch up since the last time we ate, and then they’d ask me if I finally made any friends. I would tell them no. 

Today, really wasn’t a good day. 

My job for the community was to gather kelp. Weird, right? Only some mers eat kelp, like myself. I’m weird. But that’s besides the point! I gather some at least once a week and give it to another person who just delivers it somewhere I don’t even know. I feel like I should probably figure that out, but I’m pretty sure that didn’t really matter- 

Everyone had their own designated job to do for the community. We didn’t have any currency, but the people who lead us told us to do our part, and usually mers are very reluctant to listen so, no one complained. It’s not like I didn’t like my job. Every time I eat I think to myself “Maybe this is the same patch I picked myself-“ Stupid, right? But, everyone has their jobs so they can keep on peacefully living in this community. Though, sometimes it’s not all that great. 

Some mers don’t like each other. When a fight happens, they like solving it civilly so it doesn’t encourage anymore to happen. That’s not it for my case. A lot of people don’t like me. Not because I did something wrong to them. Nonono. I could never hurt a person. Even if I tried. It’s mainly because people outcast people with brightly colored tails. Like mine maybe? They say it’s a liability. That it’ll only get me killed if I’m ever on my own. They’re probably not wrong either. 

Despite my parents having a dark purple colored tail, mine was a bright purple. It’s not good at all for camouflage, it reflects some sunlight when I’m closer to the surface, and it’s just basically like a sign to other mers saying “Hey! I can very easily be killed from a large predator!” And no one wants to be with someone like that. As for the soulmate thing? Despite humans having to find their one true love, mers just have to make a few friends, and if the universe decides that you were meant to be with someone, then there would be a matching tattoo on your wrists after a single contact. Again, weird, right? 

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I was swimming off to my small, but humble house hidden inside a huge piece of coral. I don’t even know how I found this place, but I remember loving it because it had a perfect view of the sun above the ocean, and it was far away from most people except for the occasional kid who was just exploring. It was a nice place. I just carried up some sand here made it look nice and decorated with some shells I find while gathering kelp. Turns out you can make a decent home if you really try hard enough. 

There were two shells I had today, a nice light blue one that was probably just a piece of an old clam shell, and a mixture of an orange and yellow one that came from a hermit crab that abandoned its home. I was going to give these to my parents later since they also love seeing the bright colored shells, but they were too scared to travel far from the little village we live in. There are predators out there that would love to snack on a helpless mer, and no one was going out unless they knew they could live on their own or they were hunters getting fish for the others. My parents were none of the above. They preferred the village life. They practically new everyone here and they were both soulmates. And here I am the entire opposite. What a great son I am, right? 

I grabbed a little satchel from my home and started to slowly swim off to my parents. The sun was setting, the water above reflecting a bright orange hue. It was a nice evening. Hasn’t been like this in forever because of all the storms happening above. It’s a wonder how those fishing boats humans have stay afloat when all the waves are just trying to rock them over. Well, maybe it’s because they have some help from other mers or something like that. It wasn’t unheard of. 

The path to my parents’ humble abode was lined with clumped up seaweed and some colorful rocks. Their house was dimly lit, but I knew that they were still awake. My mom was probably making some kind of bag while dad was eating happily in his chair. I swam in. 

“Hey mom.” I mumbled. 

“Nico! Your plate is on the table!” She cheered back at me. She was always happy to see me. Even if I came at least two times a week to visit. I was old enough to take care of myself. Or… at least in the community we live in. 

I looked at the plate on the table, shook my head and swam into the main room where they were doing just as I had imagined. Mom was almost done making a very small bag that she would probably give to one of her friends. I looked through my own bag, grabbing the two small shells I found and placed them on one of the side tables near my dad. 

He inspected them before smiling to himself. I knew he liked them more than my mom did. He said he used to bring buckets back home to his parents and just have a collection to himself. I see why he did. It was fun to find some. Better than sitting around the house all day and not having anything to do. 

I stared at the matching tattoos on both of my parent's wrists, slightly rubbing my own. I knew I wouldn’t find someone who would actually like me. I can’t even picture myself with anyone else. It was the sad, but indisputable truth. And I’ve accepted that fact. 

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The next morning, I woke up with my dark hair in my face and streaks of light I shining through some cracks in the little coral cave I lived in. I forced myself up, lazily rubbing my eyes. What should I do today? The question practically begged for an answer. I could just go swim around, but that does’t really sound all that fun if I were being honest. I mean, people would just sit and stare at me all day or do the exact opposite and whisper hurtful comments and rumors about me. Not that I really cared about that though. I said to myself that once I was able to, I would move away from here and just live on my own. 

Today I felt adventurous though.  

I grabbed my little satchel, and headed out, the morning sun still rising above the waters surface. The ocean felt great today. Today just felt like a good day. Something that’s rare to come by when you’re all on your own. 

Where was I swimming out to you may ask? Well, for your information, I was currently heading outside of the community I live in. It’s not like it’s prohibited, but most mers don’t find a need to venture out further when they already knew what was out there. Predators, other mers, food, fish, water. There really wasn’t anything new to find out here when you’re in this ocean. I guess what they really feared were the sharks that were found near the area though. But most don’t even bother with us. Mostly because no small mer like myself is crazy enough to venture out here alone. Yeah, I’m crazy enough. 

To a large shark, I’d probably be like, half it’s size. Most likely shorter. A purple tail is a sign that you’ll be a small mer, but big enough to be on your own. I was the exception though, given that I had a brighter color and was actually the size of like a small human basically. Yes, I was made fun of by some old classmates and sometimes my parents when I was still a pup, yes I know I’m small, and yes I can reach the top shelf on the counter (I mean I can swim so-) 

Swimming along the ocean floor along with the many overgrown plants and small anemones where I saw several clownfish leave to go get whatever is was that they needed. I had found a huge coral reef far into the ocean, there were tons of colorful fish everywhere I had looked. 

I want to say it was maybe an hour long of just roaming and admiring the many colors of the reef I had just found before my eyes drifted off to something big and dark in the distance. I squinted, slightly swimming closer where, for some reason, none of the fish dared to do. 

Filled by my curiosity, I swam towards the large object, wondering what it was. It was a long ways from the reef. It was dark, only seaweed and some kelp patches were the only plants. There were some starfish and snails, some crabs, but that was all the life I could find. It seemed like this part of the deep ocean was pretty much deserted. Strange. 

I kept going, seeing that the object I was looking at looked like those metal ships humans make, except it was wooden and had a bunch of holes. I swam cautiously in, minding that this was a place far away from home and there would basically be no hope in escaping a shark or something if I encountered one. I took a look at my tail, still bright when the waters here were dark and the sun was covered by a layer of seaweed. This would be fine. Nothing was going to find me here… Hopefully. 

The shipwreck didn’t leave much behind. Just some broken pieces of old wood and some old pictures. I doubt there would be anything of worth in here honestly, but I kept on looking, fueling my curiosity. What else was I supposed to do? If I do end up finding something maybe I can show it off to the mers back at home and maybe then they’ll stop ridiculing me and making fun of me for having a bright tail. There is no way I was the only mer in the entire ocean like this! 

There was a room that looked much like an office. Broken pieces of a desk, a little container that once held ink. What I was really intrigued about was the little open chest that revealed a round pice of flattened gold. I grabbed it, studying the rust colored piece of metal. Humans used this as currency once before, right? I’m sure they don’t use whatever these were anymore. Or if whatever I was holding was even a kind of currency. It just seemed like something a human would use. 

I stuffed the gold piece in my bag and continued looking. At least until I saw a large shadow swim fast in the corner of my eye. I kept my arms close to my chest, keeping my breathing controlled before I overreacted. It was probably just a big fish… yeah. Just a really, really big fish that can swim amazingly fast. 

I saw the same shadow swim by again, but this time it bumped into something, making me let out a little surprise yelp. I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth, hearing another thunk! Before I saw the full shadow of whatever the hell was outside. It was a shark. A huge shark. And it looked hungry. 

My hands were shaky, I couldn’t move. I wasn’t going to die, right? I didn’t actually think something like this would happen! I thought those were just rare occurrences that people were making rumors about. Was I actually going to die? No. There has to be some way out of this. 

Looking around, I found a small little crack I could probably fit in if I really tried. I swam slowly closer to it, noting that the thunks outside were getting closer. Please let me get out of here alive… I kept telling myself as I hurried to fit myself in the tiny crack. As soon as I was out, something fast was coming my way, and I was swimming just as fast to get away. 

It was hard to swim when you were in a life or death situation. I never realized that until now. I stole a glance behind me, letting out a weak yelp when I saw the sharks mouth open wide. Great. It seemed like I could fit perfectly in that thing. Imagine being killed by those sharp teeth- No don’t think about that. Not right now at least. 

The water around me only grew darker as we headed deeper into the ocean. There were some small caves, but I didn’t want to really trap myself in there. I had no idea why this shark was so desperate in the first place. It was so much bigger than a regular shark, couldn’t it find something else to eat other than a mer? Like a big fish or something? 

Eventually I realized why the shark seemed so interested in me. They like bright colors. I remember being told something like that when I was younger. It’s just great that my tail is just sooo bright, right? Wow I am so unlucky. My only hope to lose the shark (Who was gaining on me really fast, ohmygoshwhatdoIdo?) is to somehow lose it in a cave or something. Hopefully there was a small space I could get into that the shark couldn’t. And of course hope I don’t run into anything else that was hungry. 

There was a huge cave in front of me, and I took my chances. I felt the sharks jaws snap behind me, just mere inches from snapping on top of my tail. I shuddered, but kept swimming fast, trying to find some kind of small cave to fit myself into. Please oh my gosh I’m getting so tired I don’t want to die-  Stop thinking like that. I’m not going to die. At least not today. 

Just a couple feet ahead of me, I spotted a tiny hole that looked like it could fit me if I squeezed in fast enough. I stole another glance, seeing the shark right there behind me. I let out a scream, grabbing the bag around my neck and throwing it back at it. It slowed it down just a tiny bit, but it kept after me. Maybe just enough time to get myself safe. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” I muttered to myself, not noticing that something big moved in the dark. 

Right before I could fit myself through the crack hopefully leading to a small cave, I felt a sharp pain in my tail, The part I actually needed to be able to swim. I was forced out, seeing that it was caught in between the sharks sharp teeth. It let go for just a split second, before a loud growl was heard, making the shark almost instantly swim off. Tears stung my eyes (Weird because we’re underwater right?), but I blinked them away and stared at my tail fin, seeing all too many rips and tears. It hurt so, so much. 

That was when my mind had finally clicked and wondered why the shark had left in the first place. The growl. The two huge sets of dark blue eyes trained on me. The slight hue they gave off. Oh. It was just a really, really, really, huge mer. The ones that eat other mers? That destroy community’s for no reason? The one’s that were outcasted? That’s just wonderful. 

I tried swimming away, but the tears in my fins didn’t let me, making me whimper like a lost puppy. My breathing was fast, as I stared back into the eyes that would soon be the death of me. Oh I am so going to die. 

And suddenly I was encased in darkness again. 

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Yayyyy new characters. No worries, the giant mer is good. But oh noooo I totally didn’t hurt Nico’s tail on purpose for future purposes… Okay but I feel bad for my little mer. I’m not that sadistic.

But anyways, thank you guys for reading this little Drabble, and of course I know it’s not my best writing, but I was rushing and it’s just these last few days of school that are KILLING me. I hope you guys liked this, and thank you for reading!

[pix-writes]

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.”

[askstormscall]

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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[cassiopeiacorvus]

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.

[iamfabiloz]

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 

[whats-in-a-sentence]

"A rising tide lifts all the boats," said President John F. Kennedy. Never was this truer than between 1500 and 1800, when for three centuries Eastern and Western social development both floated upward (Figure 9.1).

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