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anthropologyruinseverything · 2 months

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New fic series! WWE Mafia AU

Welcome to what is essentially my dark romance, junk food series. I want to practice writing in the genre so here we go! Plz see CW warnings. There are 3 fulls stories and a 1 shot planned, I will be writing stories and one-shots as part of this universe as time goes on. As of right now Jey, Damian, Roman and Tama are in the works but I’d like to expound so hit me with recs!

(They may take time to write)

Now on with it.

18+ only from here plz - minors dni

Sea & Moon

Jey Uso x IndigenousFMC

Summary: Nokomis “Kiki” Levy was a normal twenty year old college student whose biggest concerns were passing chemistry and what graduate programs would want to see on an application.

Joshua “Jey” Fatu is thirty-one and has recently been appointed heir apparent of his father’s branch of their families shadowy enterprise and needs to prove himself up to the task.

Their worlds collide when Kiki’s father, a detective with SFPD, gets too close to Jey’s family business. While they start as enemies there is an undeniable burn between them. Will a much larger threat be their end or give them a chance to thrive together?

🚨It’ll be a dark journey for the Levy girls, please heed content warnings that include mild n0n-con between main characters, dubious consent, violence, mentions of difficult topics such as substance abuse, mental health issues and more. There will be various k!nks such as prim@l play, masks, captiv!ty, 🔪 play, ch0king, and more. The boys are morally grey to black but love and obsess over their ladies.

There is an HEA for everyone! I probably won’t post more than the prologues and one shots here on Tumblr and leave the really dark stuff on AO3. I will post links though and just drop a comment if you’d like to be tagged in any further updates.

## Prologue

**Nokomis “Kiki” POV**

⭐️*character note, Kiki has vitiligo which affects her face over her right eye, her hands and other other areas.

It was just supposed to be another regular movie night at home with my sister and cousin, nothing unusual or life altering. The same sort of thing we did almost every Saturday night since we could remember. I didn’t think twice when my folks decided on a last minute date night while we three girls piled onto the couch for comedies and popcorn, waving them off as if I’d see them in a few hours.

I wished I’d hugged them tighter and longer. As if that would have somehow stopped what happened next.

Not long after my parents had left my dad’s retired K9 partner Atlas started going insane, running back and forth to the back door and barking. I assumed he was interested in a rabbit or some other critter like a possum in the backyard so I hushed him and sent him to his crate for acting so crazy. In the long run I’d probably saved his life but I had still wished for his protection with what came next.

We never heard the back door locks being picked or footsteps in the kitchen. Between the movie, our laughter and the occasional dog bark nothing else penetrated our space and like most college students on a Saturday night our minds weren’t on the dangers lurking in the shadows. We didn’t know anything was wrong until Kai went to the kitchen for drinks and her scream alerted Kiri and me to our unwelcome visitors.

I’d never felt so stupid and slow as I did when the large men in masks appeared in the doorway, one with a particularly vicious face mask, long black hair and icy gray eyes held a long knife to Kai’s throat, clutching her tightly to his front with his other arm. Every time I ever swore to myself and my parents I would fight back went out the window when I realized it might actually cost my cousin her life. Instead I reached for Kiri’s hand as we stood frozen to the spot. Her light brown eyes were blown wide in fear and her normally tan face had gone ashen.

Everyone was quiet except for Atlas’s enraged barking.

The shortest man was still at least six feet tall and he wore a black mask with red spiral designs that covered his lower face. Withdrawing a gun from a shoulder holster he indicated the elderly german shepherd. “Shut it the fuck up.”

Instinctively Kieran and I both moved to stand between him and Atlas, her fingers digging into my hand tighter than ever before while her other came up in a placating gesture as I spoke. “Please don’t hurt him, he’s old and scared.” She turned to me with frightened eyes and indicated I should comfort him with a jerk of her chin. Dropping I tried to soothe him and at least got him to quiet down to a whimper.

The next thing I became aware of nearly made me lose control of my bladder. A harsh, cold metal gun barrel was pressed to the back of my head as Kiri’s hand was wrenched from mine.

“You girls gonna behave?”

I swallowed past the thick lump in my throat and nodded, hating that every inch of me was paralyzed. What happened to being an officer’s daughter who could stand her ground? All I could think about was that knife pressed to Kai, that gun leveled at the back of my head or at Atlas. If I didn’t behave they could be hurt or I could be killed. I risked glancing up at Kieran who was so still and quiet, being held by the largest of the three. His purple and black mask was monstrous like the tattoos on his exposed arms.

“Stand up slowly. Where’re your parents?” Out of habit when someone stared at me intensely I let my hair fall forward over my face even as I did what he said. His dark brown eyes looked black in the dim light of the living and the comedy kept playing in the background offering a ridiculous soundtrack to such a grave moment. Everything felt surreal in the flashing lights.

“N-not home.” My voice shook even as I tried to sound calm. “Our dad, he’s a cop, he’ll be back soon.” As if supplying that information would make him think twice.

The tall one chuckled, responding in a deep voice that fit his intimidating stature. “We know mija. He’s why we’re here.”

Kai’s whimper brought my attention back to her and the man holding her. He was far too interested in running his knife down her chest. “Hey! Stop it!”

Kai was two years younger than us and as such we’d always been protective of her. I realized what I’d done when those cold gray eyes flashed to me.

The man with black eyes didn’t hesitate, stepping in uncomfortably close to put the barrel under my chin. “Behave.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Survival mode engaged apparently. I realized we were truly fucked when he tugged his mask down to reveal an equally black beard but handsome face. “Leave a note D. We’re taking them and their old man can turn himself in when *we’re* ready.”

The last thing I remembered for a while was Kai crying out and a sharp prick in my neck before everything went black.

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**Joshua “Jey” POV **

Catching the purple haired girl as she fell I moved to set her on the couch with the other two so they could be tied up. We’d come looking for Detective Levy and we were leaving with his twin daughters and their cousin. Not the worst all things considered but still not my plan and I didn’t like it when things didn’t go according to plan.

“You said he’d be here tonight D.”

Damian tugged his mask off with a shrug, accepting the roll of duct tape Roman had retrieved from his bag. He passed me one as well and we went to work taping the girls wrists, ankles and mouths.

“I’ll talk to J.D.” Unlike our family Damian ran a crew of people he’d collected with no ties aside from shared interests. It made them difficult to trust and easy to be angry with as far as I was concerned. I owed Damian my life, not them.

“Do that. Let’s get the fuck outta here.

Roman, you can mess with her later.” He was preoccupied with the pretty little woman he’d pounced on in the kitchen, running his hands up her thighs over her pajama pants. Instead of answering he just rolled those alarming eyes of his and threw her over his shoulder. I took a second to really assess the young woman in front of me. Her name was Nokomis, one of the detectives two daughters. College student majoring in biology and member of the chess club. Of course. What I hadn’t known about was her vitiligo and I found myself more interested than I should have been in the beautiful patterns on her skin. A particular blaze over her right eye was especially striking.

Shaking the thoughts loose I followed his example and so did Damian with his new charge. Our SUV was parked in the alley behind the house and it had been easy enough to blow out the lone street light a few days prior. We put our two in the third row while Roman climbed in the center with his prize. I felt a twinge of pity for her. Capturing his interest so intently was not an enviable thing for anyone.

I waited until Damian was pulling the car onto the street to speak. “Obviously this changes things.”

“No mierda Jey.” Damian’s irritation was obvious. He knew I hated it when jobs went wrong and I knew it irritated him as well. Not to mention bad intelligence was always followed by a period of mistrust and I knew J.D. was already on thin ice as it was. “You were serious about holding them?”

I looked back at the middle row to find my cousin petting the woman in his lap even as she seemed to struggle against him. It would have been funny if I didn’t know him. “Yeah. Can have some fun but don’t kill ‘em.” I looked pointedly at Roman.

“I don’t kill women Jey. Just…like to play rough.”

“Yeah with professionals, not college kids.”

“You sure that’s a good idea? She saw your face cabrón.” Damian cut in. He had a good point but I wasn’t worried. If I hadn’t thought through this possibility I may have been more stressed about the decision.

“Nah, when they see what we do to their old man they’ll be too scared to say shit and we’ve paid off or killed anyone else who could do shit about it anyway.”

He flexed his broad shoulders and stole a glance in the rear view as the other girls were coming to and shifting around in the far back seat. I wasn’t blind or dumb and while he wasn’t as obvious as Roman I could see he was interested in the little one he’d held onto.

“Could let off some steam.”

I smirked. It wouldn’t be hard to seduce them, a few drinks and some promises and they’d be pliant like most other females I dealt with on the regular. I’d be lying if said I wasn’t intrigued by the girl who stared at me in the rear view, her light brown eyes looking golden in passing streetlights. I could see the defiance in them.

Good. Maybe having to wait a few more days to end the cop who got too close and couldn’t be bought wouldn’t be so bad. Not with some pretty company.

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reinieseason · 10 months

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begging someone to pls help me construct a gen v hunger games au ......... my brain is so dead from college but i might actually write while the roman empires are empiring

marie is a tribute (maybe 16 or 15), probably for a district who hasn't one in a long time, similar to district 12 in the books/movies. honestly, i do not know who would be her mentor or a former victor for her, so i do sort of see marie having to enter the games alone.

i don't think she's a volunteer or if she'd volunteer for her sister because i think i'd like to keep the complexity of their relationship and not speaking but now that i think of it, i do see her volunteering for the sister she doesn't speak to anymore but still loves.

i'm not sure if this au will have powers, but marie would be skilled at long-range combat, she's good with a knife- fights like a street rat, fights like an orphan.

i'd imagine she gets the name bloody marie after murdering most of the tributes, always covered in blood (hence the name). or maybe in her final battle, we get the blood rain from catching fire, covering her and the other tribute in blood as they battle to death. trying to breathe and see as hot thick blood envelop them. i think that marie ends the battle slashing the throat and the tribute sputtering blood at her.

if not the blood rain, she slashes the throat and it covers her in blood. or she when she kills a tribute the blood gets everywhere. something like that.

if she doesn't have a mentor, for some reason, i can see emma as the daughter of a capitol member having to be the escort- but her quickly knowing the games for the cruelty it is and trying to campaign for marie throughout the games- oh or a stylist.

the others in this case... hm...

jordan li is a victor, they won a few games ago, they're probably a year older than her and was reaped when they were maybe 15 or 14. i feel like youngest victor would give them some clout. not sure how the shifting would work but who fucking cares its like year 2110?

i'm not sure how jordan would hate her, they might find her annoying, especially if she has no mentor to hold her back. marie's personality is spitfire and it's passion and she doesn't bother to act prim because she has no reason to think she'll live after this. she can try her hardest but she'll probably die.

luke riordan is a victor, he's definitely the finnick od'air of this au. he's the capitol's golden boy, what they don't know is he's planning the rebellion behind their back. i do see luke being a youngest winner as well, it adds to the appeal. probably has the same post-games treatment as finnick as well, he's appealing to the sponsors and won his game from the sponsors. while i'm unsure with marie, luke definitely volunteered for sam- had a whole "i volunteer! i volunteer as tribute". he made a deal with snow post-games to keep his brother out of the reaping bowl.

andre anderson is the son of a victor, his father works closely now with the capitol to make tech. andre is being looked at for a position in the capitol, maybe as gamemaker? not sure what to do with him.

cate is the adopted daughter of shetty, maybe shetty is the president or she has a high position. cate was luke's stylist maybe, i feel like cate would be a stylist.

shetty, like i mentioned before maybe is snow, if we want to contain this to solely the gen v cast. i'm struggling to come up with the president, maybe stan edgar. i wonder how newman falls into place here, she's definitely a sponsor for marie that's for sure.

anyways that's all. ihave so far lol

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 2 months

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A Swallow's Symphony In Spring (1/19)

Chapter 1 - Come Wander Quietly

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Warnings: bad parenting

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Summons to breakfast with his family had never meant anything good in Roman’s household. At least, they never meant anything good for Roman himself, he was fairly certain his parents saw things differently.

Usually, his parents used the breakfasts as a way to tell him the most recent ‘good’ news - news that Roman almost never agreed was good. Occasionally it was things he could deal with, most of the time it was things that would make his life just that much more difficult, like their decision to get rid of his old handmaiden, who had supposedly gotten too old for her job. They’d told him that they now expected him to get up, wash and dress on his own from that point forward. It wasn’t like he’d been helped all his life with those things or anything, just because they didn’t want to expend money on someone new, it had taken him a painful while to adjust.

So no, this breakfast summons, a week before the anniversary of his brother’s passing no less, was not a good thing by any possible stretch of the word.

“Ah, there you are, Roman,” the Queen said, voice prim and proper as she snapped her fingers at his seat, wordlessly commanding that he sit down. Roman did so as promptly as he could without being improper - a skill well learned over the years, “Your father and I have something we must discuss with you.”

Roman’s father sat opposite him, neither the king nor the queen had touched the breakfast buffet elegantly laid out between the three of them. Roman knew well enough that he couldn’t eat until they did, no matter how hungry he was. His father looked rather unimpressed with the situation.

“What is the news?” Roman asked, probably a little later than he should have. He hadn’t realised they were waiting for him to ask before telling him what the weekly burden on his life would be.

His father cleared his throat, “Well, considering you no longer have a maid and have clearly been struggling with adjustments, alongside our wish to keep you safe-”

Yeah, right, Roman thought and didn’t say. He knew his parents didn’t care about his wellbeing, just that he was alive, well behaved and expressed the correct opinions when asked.

“-the Queen and I have come to the decision that it is in all of our best interests that you are assigned a personal guard post haste,” The king finished.

Roman felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“Indeed,” the Queen continued, finally reaching for a pastry, her movements dainty and careful. “We do not want you to be in danger, nor do we want you able to cause trouble. We believe a personal guard is the best solution. What do you think, Roman?”

Awful, Roman thought, but once again didn’t say. This is awful, horrible, the worst thing you’ve done yet. “It’s a great idea, mother,” He said instead, “I would be very grateful for protection - do you already have someone picked out?”

“No need to get so ahead of yourself,” The Queen said, pausing to take a dainty bite of her food, “Eat first, we will discuss the specifics afterwards.”

“Yes, mother,” Roman said, barely suppressing a sigh with years of practice.

There was a reason Roman’s parents always announced these things at breakfast, at least in Roman’s mind, and that was because the lovely food the chefs had prepared for them now simply tasted like sawdust in Roman’s mouth. The dread at the prospect of being followed and watched and reported on every minute of every day was pooling in his stomach and made it hard to eat anything. He was forced to, though, his parents wouldn’t let him leave until he’d finished his share.

Announcements like these would typically sour the rest of the day for Roman too, no matter what he was doing. They especially liked to give these announcements on Roman’s very few free days - because then he couldn’t even train through the frustration. Now his plans to sit and draw in the gardens were ruined. Roman couldn’t draw when he was worked up like this.

“Throughout the week,” The Queen explained after they had all finished eating - a timeframe that felt like an eternity for Roman - “Potential guards we have picked out of our most recent lineup of new recruits will be presenting themselves to you, you will pick one of them.”

Roman would take such a small hint of relief. Even if all of these potential guards were hand picked by his parents, Roman would at least get to choose between them. Hopefully he would be able to work out which of them would be the least unpleasant to be around.

“They will guard you at all times,” The Queen continued, “Aside from during your training and lessons, and they will report back to us just as your teachers do, to ensure your safety and integrity remain intact.”

Roman almost let his emotions show on his face, though he was quick to make sure he remained stoic and composed. All the time? Did that mean they’d be ‘watching over him’ whilst he slept, too? Would he not get even a single moment of peace? Surely that would mean… his parents would certainly find out about things he didn’t want them knowing if that was the case.

Roman was doomed.

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“I just don’t know what to do, Thomas,” Roman cried as he paced the small study back and forth. His advisor - a man named Thomas, who was surprisingly kind for someone appointed by Roman’s parents - “How am I supposed to choose a guard? Do I get to read their application letters? How will I know who I am supposed to pick?”

Roman couldn’t truly vent about his problems, not to Thomas or any of the staff. It seemed whenever he tried it would always get back to his parents somehow and the staff member would be punished or fired. This - venting about the trivial part of the issue - was really all he could do. It only helped a little, but at least it helped.

“I suppose I could request your parents allow you to read the candidate’s letters?” Thomas offered, “But really, sire, I wouldn’t panic so much, you’ll get to meet each of them in person through the week. Just see who you feel to be a good fit. You’re a good judge of character, Your Highness, I think you can do it.”

It may not be the thing that was really causing his turmoil, but Thomas’ reassuring words did help at least a little. Roman breathed a sigh of relief, “If you can, that would be wonderful… but don’t press them for it if not, I wouldn’t want you getting into trouble.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Thomas said, bowing his head as he took a note, “The first candidate will be here tomorrow at nine, make sure you are ready for them.”

Taking a deep breath, Roman nodded. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about waking up on time, since he was more than certain he wouldn’t be able to get any decent sleep tonight regardless.

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It had been four days, Roman had seen twelve people come through the throne room and not one of them had stood out to him as someone Roman would be willing to have hanging around him all the time. Three of them had actively scared him, though he supposed being large, muscular and menacing was something a guard should be. They just hadn’t sat well with Roman. Five of them had looked downright mean. The looks on their faces angry or condescending, Roman thought he wouldn’t be able to stay sane and put together if he ended up with one of them. The others had simply felt off in a way Roman couldn’t hope to describe.

And then, on the second last day Roman had to choose, there was him. ‘Pretty’ had been his first thought, which he had quickly brushed off. He couldn’t be thinking like that.

The guard was, of course, dressed like the others had been, though this one wore a cloak with a bird pin attached over his armour. He wasn’t obviously muscular, though he was tall and held himself in such a way that made Roman sure he would deal with any threat swiftly and effortlessly. Shaggy black hair almost hid the way his stormy grey eyes darted around the room to land on him, lounging in his throne. He attempted to exude the energy his parents liked him to have - an energy that made it seem like he had no cares in the world. He wanted this guy to think Roman didn’t care that he was here in the slightest.

“Which one is this?” Roman barked to Thomas, who sat a little ways away from him, a scroll on the side. He noticed the guard frown out of the corner of his eye.

“One of the Aynesworth’s old Guard, Sire,” Thomas replied, quickly flipping through his scroll. Roman hummed with a nod, turning to look back at the guard, who had since kneeled on the plush carpet.

“Rise,” Roman commanded, the guard did so with a slight shake - Roman wondered if he was nervous, he could understand why - but most of the other guards had either been uncaring or looked down on him, this difference was interesting to him, “Will you introduce yourself or shall we continue to stare at each other?”

“Wynter,” The guard said quickly - “Um, Virgil, Virgil Wynter, Your Highness.”

Very nervous, it seemed. Roman thought that might be a good thing, though. At least it was different. Roman couldn’t help but notice more about him as minutes went on - he was thin, too thin, like he hadn’t had enough to eat. The way his eyes darted around seemed to be something he did with nerves, always checking his surroundings. Roman supposed that vigilance was a good quality in a guard, though this man didn’t hold himself like any guard he’d ever met.

“This one,” Roman said, looking back over to Thomas, who looked surprised at the outburst. Roman was a little surprised too, but something drew him to this stranger.

“Are you sure, sire?” Thomas asked, Roman frowned - if he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have said that, “Don’t you want to meet the others?”

“No,” Roman said, tone a little too sharp, a little too petulant. Roman hated the way he himself was acting. “He’s the one I want.”

Sighing, Thomas noted something down on his scroll and looked back towards the guard, who was now just standing there in the middle of the room - Roman couldn’t help but think he looked incredibly out of place, “In that case,” Thomas grabbed his attention back, “I shall let the Queen and King know immediately - and have letters delivered to the other potential guards post haste -” He stood up, making his way over to Wynter. Roman watched as Thomas whispered something to the guard before heading to a side door tucked away in the back of the throne room.

Now that they were alone - aside from the guards posted on the throne room doors, of course - Roman’s eyes found this new guard again. Once again he looked him over, trying to figure out what was so off about him. There was just something that didn’t quite fit into the mould his parents had set out. All of the other guards he’d been presented with were at least somewhat similar. Wynter wasn’t. Roman wondered if there was something else about him that had made his parents pick him out. It was in his favour, certainly, but it still didn’t make sense.

Now that he was done with choosing a guard, Roman wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do now. As far as he was aware it meant that he would be free until the end of the week - he wasn’t foolish enough to think that his parents wouldn’t just schedule more training instead.

“Your highness,” Said a small page boy, who had appeared by his throne without Roman’s notice and was now offering him a piece of parchment with a note on it. He took it, and the page bowed and scurried off as Roman read it. He sighed.

“Wynter,” Roman called in the most commanding tone he could manage as he stood up and walked over, “The Queen approves of you and requires we spend the afternoon in each other's - company…”

Company? Roman re-read the note with a frown, that made no sense at all - why would his mother want them to spend time together? Last time he’d gotten to know a member of staff she’d been taken away.

“Yes, Your Highness,” Wynter said with a polite bow of his head. It took a few seconds for Roman to realise why the Queen wanted them to talk - she had hired this guard to spy on him, after all, and she was more likely to find things out if Roman trusted Wynter enough to tell him things. Roman almost groaned aloud. This was going to be painful.

Eventually, after much deliberation, Roman decided that he needed to do as she said. He wouldn’t get away with not talking to Wynter, after all, Wynter would tell her he hadn’t. “So-” he started, not quite anticipating how awkward that would sound, “Would you like to see the gardens? They’re lovely this time of year," he asked. Wynter looked a little surprised, but made an aborted move to shrug before stopping himself.

“I cannot control where you go, Your Highness,” He said, ducking his head so that Roman couldn’t look into his eyes. Roman frowned.

“I am asking your opinion, Wynter,” Roman said back, a little bit more harsh than he would’ve liked - he hated acting like his parents. He was really hoping he would be able to get Wynter somewhere he could talk to him a little more genuinely - if not entirely. Wynter gasped - barely a sharp intake of breath, but Roman noticed - he shifted awkwardly and Roman couldn’t fathom what was so wrong.

“Um…” He said, looking away, Roman simply waited for an answer and wondered why he was so nervous. “Yes, your highness, the uh- the gardens sound like a great idea.” He says it like he’s forcing the words through his teeth.

Well, Roman thought, he best not dwell on it. He already knew having a guard was going to be awful, so it didn’t matter. He only nodded before clapping his hands twice - a signal for the guards on the door to open it for them - before silently leading the way through the castle back outside. The entire way Roman was aware of Wynter watching him, following behind like a shadow and making Roman feel uneasy and all kinds of bad as they went.

Outside, Roman began to give Wynter a tour. The gardens were one of his favourite places in the castle - and they looked especially lovely in early autumn - so he spent a lot of time there. If they were supposed to make conversation, Roman thought it would be fairly safe to simply talk about the gardens. All the while he kept an eye on Wynter and maintained his facade of indifference and poise even though he was incredibly excited to talk about all of the interesting kinds of flowers and plants they had here. This place was practically one of his only windows to the outside world, of course he loved it, but he couldn’t just say that.

About halfway through his attempt at a nonchalant and uncaring tour of the garden, he started noticing Wynter frowning and almost glaring at the plants when he wasn’t looking. Turning, Roman raised an eyebrow, he wondered what had Virgil disliking the garden so obviously.

“Do you not like them?” Roman asked, making a gesture to the flowers around them, Wynter went to say something, but Roman could already see the lie forming on his tongue, so he held up a finger to interrupt, Wynter jumped, “Be honest.”

“The gardens are… objectively, beautiful, sire,” Wynter said slowly after a long, tense moment. Roman narrowed his eyes, but Wynter continued, “But… despite its beauty, I can’t help but think there could have been a better use for all the money spent here.”

Roman had to lean closer to hear the end of his sentence with how quietly he’d whispered it. Wynter glanced around, eyes darting around as if he was expecting other guards to jump out of the bushes and drag him off. Frowning, Roman watched his new guard - with his lowered head and slightly vacant expression - and tried to work out what on earth was going on.

“What… whatever do you mean?” Roman asked, tilting his head a little. The gardens had been expensive, yes, though he didn’t know exactly how much had been spent on them, he just wasn’t sure why Wynter was complaining about it. He realised abruptly that he must’ve said the wrong thing, though, when Wynter whipped around, pure rage on his face for just a second long enough to make Roman flinch away before he seemed to immediately calm down completely. It was almost as impressive as Roman’s own mask. He couldn’t fathom why he was so upset.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Wynter spoke again, “Well, I- suppose, maybe the money may have been better spent improving… um… quality of life, for the townsfolk?”

“Why would they need that?” Roman asked with far too little thought put into his words first, even he knew it this time as he said it, and oh look, there was that raging anger again, “Aren’t they all already happy? I thought-”

He trailed off, letting the both of them fall into silence since Wynter didn’t seem to want to respond to him. Eventually, Roman gave him a look - wanting an answer - and he sighed, “No, they’re not happy,” He said, clasping his hands together in front of him, Roman felt like he’d been slapped. “Many people in the kingdom are suffering.”

Instinctually, Roman thought Wynter must be lying, trying to get to him, why would his parents - much less Thomas and the rest of the staff - lie to him about the state of the denizens of their kingdom? Everyone in the castle said the kingdom was doing well, why should he trust this guard who he’d just met twenty minutes ago? “Surely you lie,” Roman said, turning up his nose, “That cannot be true.”

There was a long silence then, and after a while of staring at each other with no real effect on either part, Roman gave up and turned away, resuming his walk around the garden. This time, however, he neglected to continue his tour, he didn’t feel much like talking now, and Wynter seemed to share that sentiment. They didn’t talk again the entire afternoon

After they’d left the garden, Roman resumed his more princely persona entirely. He’d let his guard slip just a little out in the garden, now his walls were right back up. He decided he wouldn’t interact with Wynter unless he really needed to - and that was really just to snap orders at him. If Wynter was going to be rude and lie to him, Roman saw no reason that he should be nice in return. He was also… well, still terrified that anything he did would get back to his parents now.

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petruchio · 9 months

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Oh my god the moon thing? Yeah let’s unpack because I think you’ve found a gem here?

For sure I see the Katniss Diana connection you are making!! She’s the best hunter with a bow (maybe in all of Panem) and as you pointed out she stays thinking about the moon.

Diana is a practical and pragmatic deity. There are tons of stories of Greek and Roman gods’ infidelity, jealousy, drama, etc. But the stories I know about Artemis/Diana always center around justice for young girls (including herself) or hunting legendary creatures.

Even just being the Goddess of such a practical every-man activity (as opposed to being the deity of parties or “being in charge.”) is very Katniss! And something about being put on a pedestal and celebrated by an audience? Existing in a pantheon of performers with varying degrees of power and commonality with you?

But really I think the moon connection is the most meaningful here, and there’s an interesting connection with night in general! Something something, she comes alive at night, something something surveillance state?

During the day Katniss works and interacts in the district (always wearing her indifferent mask) but at evening/night she’s at home with Prim (the only place she lets down the mask.)

In the games she’s still more comfortable at night (daring to sleep), relying on the cover of darkness to keep her safe. It also protects her from the surveillance as well, she can finally hide her face under the covers. I think she even mentions some of her kisses with Peeta at night being meaningful because they probably can’t be seen by lack of light? (Idk fact check me on that one)

The moon is how Katniss (who’s lucky to get a few hours of electricity in the evenings) navigates her world during the moments when she is most free. I think night is when she’s most confident, most daring, and most likely to be herself!

She even pulls out the berries at night, without a thought to the implications. Understanding that rule breakers are punished is a day time masked Katniss thought, but this is Katniss at home, at night, under the moon with someone she loves.

Idk?? What do you think bestie?

ooooooh loving ALL of this!!

i want to dig more into the artemis/diana connection -- i love the idea of katniss as the the goddess of the moon, the goddess of the hunt. it has to be intentional -- we KNOW sc makes tons of references to classical mythology in thg. i love your connection of diana's stories surrounding "justice for young girls" because what drives so much of katniss' behavior is her desire for justice for the young girls she so badly wants to protect (prim and rue) (also diana is the goddess of childbirth -- thinking about katniss and her struggle throughout the novels with whether or not she feels comfortable bringing children into a world suffering beneath an oppressive regime -- i think there's definitely something there too!) but then i love the way you're also thinking of the concept of "being deified" in a metaphorical way as well -- because katniss DOES become a goddess. katniss' image becomes something beyond katniss herself, she does become a "deity" in the sense that she becomes a symbol of something (or the symbol of many things, to many people) rather than a human being. (also i'm on the wikipedia page for diana and apparently in classical times one of her sacred places was ... a lake. GUYS.)

i'm super intrigued by this idea that katniss is most herself at night -- i'm inclined to agree with you and i like all the examples you brought out. and can we also tease out a connection to those most perfect opening lines: "when i wake up, the other side of the bed is cold." if katniss is most herself at night, is it not so poetically beautiful that the story begins when she *wakes up*!? the whole story being one that is, in a sense, an "awakening" to discover that prim is gone? that she was never going to be saved? AAH!

and also along the same lines -- thinking about katniss and her relationship to the night -- can we think about the night vision goggles from the first book! because she encounters them early on but doesn't understand their significance until RUE explains them to her? so something something something seeing through the dark, rue being the person to illuminate the path forward and set into motion the events that will define the rest of the books? !!!! and to your point that she pulls out the berries at night -- YES. the berries that are called ...?? NIGHTlock?

i'd also be intrigued to dig more into references to the sun in the books if we're exploring this night/moon symbolism. the most obvious that i can think of is when she "transforms" into the girl on fire, she thinks to herself "i am as radiant as the sun" but then she also says she looks like a "creature from another world." so to that point, if katniss is aligned with the moon, then of course when she identifies herself as being as "radiant as the sun" we're meant to understand that she is NOT herself when she is dressed up like that. that moment is when katniss is at her least authentic, her least REAL. (and then there's something to be said about fire itself here in context of the night as well: fire as something that brings light and warmth to cold, dark nights. and we know that "peeta is a whiz with fires" from the first book.)

OH and if we're going into katniss at NIGHT there's just so much to dig into wrt to her relationship to peeta. of course there's the quote that i pulled out about their final night in the arena when he has her look at the moon and "acknowledge its progress" (there's a great meta on tumblr about that line and how peeta gives her hope in her darkest times and forces her to acknowledge the progress of the world around her -- it's one of my favorite lines in the book although it goes by so quick when you're reading.) but then there's so much more: there's the fact that their "piece in the games" conversation happens at night, the night before the games. then in cf, there's the "nights" on the train -- and wouldn't we say that's when she and peeta are at their most "real" with each other? stripped of any of the costume and performance of their relationship during the rest of the victory tour? and the fact that the moment she accepts her genuine love for him is "on the night i feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach" -- it's night when she finally accepts and acknowledges that things are REAL? (also how have i never noticed that the whole trilogy opens with her waking up and closes with the night? UGH why is everything in thg so perfect??)

also in my moon research i just found this blog post from 2011 about the moth that land's on katniss' wrist in the first book. and of course there's a lot to be said about moths and the night and the moon but the author of the blog post identifies that the particular green and silver moth is a kind of moth called... get this... a LUNA moth. a MOON MOTH. THE MOON. i'm having a meltdown.

#answered #anonymous #thg thoughts #guys we're going to need to keep going down this path!#im already thinking more thoughts. like can we talk about dreams? nightmares?#AAAAAH!!!

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tmntkiseki · 7 months

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At this point, I think I've finalized most of my general ideas for my 2003 version of Venus (which, honest to god, might as well be treated as an OC.)

Backstory

Originally a human; has a little sister four years younger than her

Was transformed into an anthropomorphic turtle, alongside her sister, through Japanese sorcery; in other words, she's more of a yōkai rather than a mutant proper.

Neither of the girls can remember their human identities as a result of their transformation. Kon of the Ninja Tribunal has a theory as to why given what the ritual was supposed to do, but I'm keeping that detail to myself for the time being.

The Ancient One was the one who gave the girls their names; Venus, in this case, refers to Sandro Botticelli's The Birth of Venus. Her younger sister was named for another of Botticelli's paintings: Primavera.

For their safety, Venus and Primavera ended up being taken to an old shrine in the mountains to be raised by the head priest, a man of mixed Japanese-Chinese descent and former pupil of the Ninja Tribunal named Imai Jun Hie (pronounced "chuyn-hee-e.") Venus and Primavera would end up adopting Jun Hie's surname, solidifying their identities as Imai Venus and Imai Primavera.

Despite being turtle yōkai, Jun Hie raised the girls as his own daughters and trained them in the arts of ninjutsu. Venus would ultimately receive the tessen as her weapon, while Primavera found she was most suited to wield the yumi.

While meditating one day, Venus's consciousness briefly managed to travel to the astral plane, where she witnessed four dragons flying through the sky together. Although she wasn't certain what to make of the vision when she returned to the physical world, she was certain that the four dragons were important people she was meant to meet one day. (She was, in particular, drawn to the blue dragon.)

Venus and Primavera lived for many years in peace and quiet. Unfortunately, their peaceful lives were shattered on the day that the shrine was attacked. Jun Hie was killed and Primavera spirited away, leaving Venus alone. Distraught, she sought out the Ancient One and, when she described the people who attacked her home, he urged her to travel to New York City in the United States, as there was no doubt in his mind that her sister had been taken there.

"And Venus-san?" "Yes, Ancient One?" "Should you meet him, be sure to give Splinter-san my regards."

Personality and Interests

Venus's personality is something of a mix of Leonardo and Donatello's. As an older sister, she's very responsible and would die if it meant keeping Primavera safe, but she's considerably gentler and has an almost motherly disposition to her. She's also more easily swayed to stop training for the day to let loose and relax; Mikey goes so far as to jokingly tell Leo that "Venus is you, but not boring." (Leo is not amused.)

In general, Venus strives to be a good big sister to Prim and will beat herself up quite a bit if something happens to her or she does something to upset/hurt her. She also tends to quietly bury her personal troubles and keep them to herself, only ever vaguely alluding to her issues with low self-esteem and believing others are more deserving than she is.

Primavera eventually admits that Venus's tendency towards caring for others is likely to distract herself from the "dark thoughts" that plague her mind every day. Venus considers it ironic that she was named for a painting depicting the Roman goddess of love, as she firmly believes herself to be a "selfish, wretched monster" who could never be loved. This stems from an incident shortly after she came to live at Jun Hie's shrine where she revealed herself to some children her age, who accused her of being a demon and ran away.

Let's just say that the eventual choice to stay in New York and help the turtles out in their battles rather than return to Japan ends up being the best thing to happen to her. Experiencing the unconditional love given to her by Splinter and The Boys not only helps Venus realize that she's always been loved, but that she has only become more loved as time has gone on.

As she and Primavera served as miko at Jun Hie's shrine, she's quite fond of creating traditional Japanese amulets and talismans in her spare time; Primavera, Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Splinter all have authentic omamori that she made herself.

Subsequently, she's a strong believer in symbols of good look and kami, often muttering a short prayer in Japanese before a fight. She also still practices the kagura associated with her shrine despite no longer performing it.

While Venus can speak English very well and can easily hold a conversation despite it not being her first language, she does struggle quite a bit with American slang and sayings. She also tends to default to Japanese honorifics, such as calling Leonardo "Leonardo-san" or Raphael "Raphael-san."

Miscellaneous

Venus's mask/associated color is white. I haven't decided on her scale colors, but I keep flip flopping between the colors used for her in the IDW comics or a similar shade to Leo (albeit slightly lighter.)

She's affectionately called "Vee" or "Vean Bean" by the turtles; Primavera almost exclusively refers to her as "Nee-chan."

At her "adult height," Venus only stands at about 5'3"

Other hobbies: Reading, cooking, origami, basket weaving (Primavera likes to hide in them)

Favorite music: Traditional Japanese, J-pop and J-rock, Elton John

Favorite foods: Japanese sweets (especially taiyaki), sushi, noodles, soups, hot dogs

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt venus #tmnt oc #primavera #If it wasn't obvious; I'm trying to better incorporate all the mystic/magic stuff from Season 5 #Man I wish I had a sketch of her or sth but I tried drawing her earlier and it was not turning out well

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thehungergamesbreakdown · 1 year

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Katniss, Oh Katniss.

Katniss Everdeen is such an iconic heroine. She sparked so many young girls to pick up archery as a sport. However, there are two different Katniss that exist - the book Katniss and the Movie Katniss. In this post, we will be talking about Book Katniss today.

Katniss is our narrator in the books. It is the first point of view, we get her thoughts and everything through her eyes. Katniss is an incredibly blunt narrator - she tells things exactly how she views them with her opinions mixed in. She definitely suffers from C-PTSD (Complex PTSD) from growing up in Panem.

Names are important in "The Hunger Games". Most of the characters have Roman names, like Plutarch and Cinna, and others have plants. Katniss reveals that she is named after the water plant Sagittaria, otherwise known as "Katniss" or "Arrowheads". The plants grow these potato-like tubers that are edible. Her father taught her that "As long as you can find yourself, you'll never starve" (Collins, 52). From what we get from her name, Katniss is a born survivor and has a connection with her main weapon - arrows.

Second, we can look at her at Katniss' appearance. This is established on page 8 as Katniss describes her friend, Gale. "He could be my brother. Straight black hair, olive skin, we even have the same gray eyes. But we're not related, at least not closely. Most of the families who work the mines remember one another this way." (Collins, 8). Katniss reveals in the same breath that her mother and Prim do not look like her with their light hair and blue eyes. This is because Katniss's mother is from the merchant class.

While there are no official maps of Panama, Katniss ensures we know exactly where District Twelve is. She said, "District 12 was in a place called Appalachia. Even hundreds of years ago, they mined coal here, which is why our miners have to dig so deep.” (Collins, pg 41). Appalachia is a region of the USA that is set in the Appalachian mountains, it makes up "423 counties across 13 states and spans 206,000 square miles" (Appalachian Regional Commission). Most people argue that District Twelve is either in West Virginia or eastern Kentucky on details about the weather and fauna and flora but Collins left the details muddled.

While this is complete headcanon ("ideas held by fans of series that are not explicitly supported by sanctioned text or other media" Merriam-Webster Dictionary), a lot of readers take the location of District 12 and Katniss's description to believe that she is indigenous or a part of the Melungeon people, a marginalized mixed-race Appalachian community. Regardless of whether you believe in this headcanon or not, Katniss's olive skin and grey eyes are an important distinction in her community that she is from the Seam, the poorest part of District 12.

Katniss in the first book is a rough and traumatized young girl. I feel like a lot of people focus on her bitterness at the world. Katniss doesn't trust anything at face value even if she's not in a stressful situation. She wants her family to be safe and well-fed, no matter what it costs her personally. Poaching is a high offense in District 12 after all and she has been going in the woods since she was 11 to feed her family. What most people forget about Katniss is that she is King. She loves her sister, Prim, more than life itself and she tries again and again to make sure she can have some semblance of a childhood then when she meets Rue in the arena, she cannot help but ally her - mostly because she reminds her of Prim.

"I can almost hear Haymitch groaning as I team up with this wispy child. But I want her. Because she's a survivor, and I trust her, and why not admit it? She reminds me of Prim." (Collins,

In later books, Katniss allows the circle of people she cares about to grow. In "Catching Fire", she comes across two women named Bonnie and Twill, on the run from District Eight to the supposed District Thirteen. Despite the fact it might get her in deep trouble because of the Capitol watching her, Katniss helps them.

"First I give them all the food in my pack, grain and dried beans mostly, but there's enough to hold them for a while if they're careful. Then I take Twill out in the woods and try to explain the basics of hunting. She's got a weapon that if necessary can convert solar energy into deadly rays of power, so that could last indefinitely. When she manages to kill her first squirrel, the poor thing is mostly a charred mess because it took a direct hit to the body. But I show her how to skin and clean it. With some practice, she'll figure it out. I cut a new crutch for Bonnie. Back at the house, I peel off an extra layer of socks for the girl, telling her to stuff them in the toes of her boots to walk, then wear them on her feet at night. Finally I teach them how to build a proper fire." (Collins, pg 68).

Katniss is a fascinating character to study because of her complexities. This is barely scratching the surface of her character. In the next post, I'll be examining the Movie Version of Katniss and how she differs from the Book Katniss. See you then.

#the hunger games #the hunger games breakdwon #katniss everdeen

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andromedadoesntwrite · 11 months

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Trick or treat :) how do you think Katniss and Peeta would celebrate Halloween if they had it in Panem?

ooooh fun

Okay so I definitely think Katniss pre the first games would try and trade to get a costume or something for Prim so she could be part of the festivities. Though I don't think she would've been specially fond of it, probably thought it was childish. Matter a fact I think trick or treating would've been something people from the Seam couldn't do. But thats besides the fact.

For Peeta pre the first games I think he enjoyed trick or treating when he was a kid, probably accompanied by his dad or one of of his two older brothers. I get a mental image of him being a scarecrow or something silly like that as a child. Then as he grew up I picture him working at his parent's bakery with some type of face paint that would leave customers amazed by his painting abilities. Like a skull or zombie to give the kids that walked in a scare.

Then post the first games I most certainly believe they were dragged to a fancy costume party at the capitol. Maybe as part of the victory tour or just something all victors are invited/obligated to attend. Think Heidi Klum's halloween party but bigger. Now here's kinda the fun part. Though I think Katniss would think the whole ordeal is nonsense, I think Peeta would be lowkey excited to go. Keeping in mind that they don't like capitol events and all. I think he'd be curious to see what type of elaborate costumes people wear, specially the special effects and body paint and all that jazz. As for costumes I think they'd follow the star crossed lovers theme. Possibly some type of greek mythological god matching costume. I don't know, something to involve Katniss' bow like Artemis but then again I don't know how Peeta would fit in there since Artemis had no male lovers. But I'd still love to see him dressed as a greek god. Or maybe a roman it girl and her loving soldier. I'm loosing the plot.

Finally I think that Post Mockingjay once they start rebuilding 12, they would try and do something for Halloween to cheer up the people from the district. Maybe not too much though since I do think it'd be emotional for both of them. But once they have kids and grow back together they'd probably dress up their kids in cheesy family costumes. Think Peeta as a scarecrow, Katniss as a witch, baby boy as a pumpkin and little girl as a crow or raven of sorts.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #thg trick or treat #this was fun

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bubblegum-blackwood · 1 year

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Marius appreciation week - messy notebooks, messy desk

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How long, Daniel wondered, had Marius been hunched over his desk like that?

In the hour or so between Marius’s rising for the night and Daniel’s later awakening from the death sleep, the old Roman had gotten himself ready for the night, dressed in a smart grey suit with a dazzling crimson necktie, with his hair cut short as if to complete the look of a modern businessman. What a treat that was to wake up to first thing, Marius all prim and proper and with his hair trimmed like that, a sight he couldn’t remember seeing all that often. “You cut your hair!” was the first thing that came out of Daniel’s mouth when he saw him, then, “It’s hot.”

Marius smiled and accepted the quick peck on the lips Daniel offered him. “I’m glad you think so,” he had said, stroking Daniel’s cheek softly. “Would you like me to take you hunting? I waited for you.”

Daniel blushed and grinned, settling his hand into the crook of Marius’s elbow. “Oh, well, if you were waiting just for me,”

So they had gone out to find victims together, hand-in-hand in the darkness.

When they got back, Marius had been distracted by Lestat needing something, so Daniel slipped away to go take a little walk in the cool night air, smelling the sleeping flowers and chasing crickets around in the grass. When he got bored of that, he went up the stairs to his room to chill and listen to music for a bit, flipping idly through magazines or just closing his eyes and fully taking in the songs with his preternatural senses, something he had enjoyed doing for as long as he had been immortal, as Lestat had pointed out in Queen of the Damned. It was really cool - to focus all the might of his vampiric hearing onto the music and feel it wash over him as a full-body experience, to pick up on details in the recording that no mortal even could hope to notise, to fully immerse himself in the song. When he had his headphones on, his heightened, oversensitive ears didn't seem like such a curse for the moment, but a blessing as he truly knew it would be, ever since he heard Louis’s story for the first time. Simple pleasures like being able to appreciate music like he had never been able to before reminded him why he wanted immortality so badly in the first place, and helped him to be grateful he got it even after everything that had happened to him. He had come to love music, to love art more than he ever could have imagined; everything was just so delightful and captivating to his vampire eyes and ears.

Until the playlist ended, and he checked the time to see that it had been a few hours already since he had returned from the hunt with Marius. Hauling himself off of the bed with a sigh, he set his headphones aside and went to go see what the old man was up to.

Maarius was so hyperfocused on whatever it was that he was doing that he didn’t even notise when Daniel leaned in the open doorway of his office, watching him scribble away and occasionally mumble to himself. A worn-out notebook with random bits and pieces of sticky notes and loose pieces of paper sticking out of it sat next to him on the desk, and he had a similar journal open in front of him. Other stacks of papers were scattered around, taking up the entire face of the desk, save where an unlit candle (the one Louis had given him for Christmas, he had given everyone their own candle, and Marius’s was “white forest” scented) and picture of him, Daniel, and Armand sat. Daniel didn’t usually like people taking pictures of him, but this was Marius, and he knew the framed photo wouldn’t leave the office, so he allowed it. It was a lovely picture, really, one he could spend the better part of an hour just staring at while he mused to himself, although he didn’t do it often, mindful of how it made Marius anxious when he stood so stock-still and unspeaking like that. It’s not like he didn’t have good reason to worry about him. It got annoying sometimes, sure, but Daniel knew he meant well, he knew how much it was borne of genuine affection and care for Daniel, so he didn’t let it get to him. Marius was just looking out for him, and he was grateful the man was there for him. But it really was an admirable photograph - Daniel grinning wide as he threw his arms around both of them, Marius’s hand coming up to clutch Daniel’s, Armand’s head tucked into his maker’s chest. They had almost gotten the little imp to smile, almost, you could see it tugging at the very corners of his mouth, and his brown eyes glowed with the happiness he couldn’t hide. No wonder Marius chose this picture to frame on his desk - it was sweet, the three of them together. The very same photo was hanging up on the wall at Trinity Gate, alongside pictures of Armand and Louis and some silly polaroids Benji had taken with the camera Daniel bought him.

For several minutes Daniel stood like that, watching Marius work. The man was wound up tight, muscles tensed as he wrote and wrote and wrote away, icy eyes turned on the papers in front of him with a laser-like focus.

Daniel finally roused himself and walked into the room. “Whatcha workin’ on?”

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#vc #marius de romanus appreciation week #marius de romanus #daniel molloy

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