#Alder Lee

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[lee-hatchett]

September. Before the Tarrenfree invasion.

It was hard to get in touch with Alder. But given that Alder had a fancy new government job and spent most of his time in his home village in the northern reaches of the District, it made sense that Lee's access to him would be limited.

It wasn't only the distance that kept them apart. Lee knew in his chest that he was a reminder of a time Alder would rather forget. He was a Mentor of the Hunger Games twice over. Without that, Lee was just another random guy in his life. A constituent, even. Nothing special. Lee knew this in his mind, and so had acted to give Alder his space.

But despite all of that, Lee couldn't help himself when he heard Alder would be in the capital of Seven for business. He shot off the invitation almost without thinking; just a touch base. A check in. A hello. He had regretted it immediately, not wanting to be an imposition on Alder's life. After all, Alder was a functioning member of society now. But he had said yes, so there was that.

Lee sat in the train station, his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. The air was crisping up as fall truly turned, and a slight shiver ran down his spine. But it was replaced quickly with relief as Lee heard the train dock at the platform. He looked up to see Alder exit, and he waved him over.

"Easy enough travel?" he asked, a small smile on his lips. "Been a second since I've seen you."

@alder-reid

[elscaptive]

Totally! But, hmm, the singers, will they... get along tho if this ever happens 😀😀

[bog-teeth]

the blood + bone kids.

ARTFIGHT! 1/3

[arbitrarygreay]

Like, sure, diegetically Alder is imitating Wade to make the speech convincing, but non-diegetically Lyne Renee is emulating Sheryl Lee Ralph. (And yes, those two bottom frames are the exact first transition cut between the two in that scene, so the editors picked it for maximum sync.)

A+

[a-story-teller]

Just spent like 2 hours compiling a list of favorite baby names in alphabetical order for absolutely no reason and while avoiding many other responsibilities. What are the rest of us up to?

[hanayoyos]

Bedroom Guest in Denver Bedroom - large traditional guest carpeted bedroom idea with a standard fireplace and a stone fireplace

[ennalydonsbee]

@lee-hatchett

Enna was stressed. Alder, Abel, both in the arena. She wondered if she would've been on that list too, if vox parva hadn't been so thoroughly disproven to be her. she was glad to be safe, worried for her friends, and a little bit unsure of what to do with herself during training.

So she sat in the corner, hemming one of Kyanite's onesies, unsure of what to do with herself. "Am I in the way?" she asked, when one of alder's mentors came up to her.

[deviant-doughnut]

Augusnippets: Day Twenty

Chosen Prompt: Homemade Meal

CW: mention of violence

The sizzling from the kitchen sounds almost like static. It buzzes against his skin as he surveys the room around him. His partner’s decor relaxes him instantly, the walls an enchanting sage. The shelves overflow with the older man’s plants, leaves growing proudly high or tumbling adorably downward. The air itself is easier here, weighted by love and not with suffering.

They found him in that basement a week ago, and by then the room was thick with pain. The stench of iron from staggering blood loss, the sharp tang of his terror as he’d waited for more. He got used to the feeling of being suspended, of his wrists turning raw from restraints. Now he rubs absently at them, peering at the rows of his partner’s books. Water bubbles as it boils in the next room, readying the fresh vegetables they bought from the market as they walked it today, slow and unhurried. Fresh air had been cleansing, the joy of mundanity as invigorating as it was exhausting. When he was suitably drained, Alderic slung his arm around his waist and supported him carefully to the car. He’d pressed a kiss into his hair, and Lee’s eyes had abruptly stung. This was everything he thought he’d lost. It swelled in his chest, too big for his body. He swallowed against the lump in his throat as he set the ingredients in his lap. If Alderic noticed, he simply smiled kindly, and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Six nights spent shaking in a hospital bed, fevered glances thrown at the doorway every time a stranger walked by. Alderic had noticed his easy panic, slept upright holding his hand every night. Lee was discharged from the hospital yesterday morning, and by evening the police had arrested his torturer. The shadows were merely shadows once more. The monsters inside them retreated.

Now his wounds heal slow beneath his myriad dressings. Their thickness keeps his posture perfect, keeps a different kind of tension in his body. The scent of cooked meat wafts towards him, fills his body with hunger — the kind that wont lead to starvation — and fills this space all around him with promise. He gasps in pain through his teeth, hobbles towards the inviting couch as Alderic whistles a familiar song. He sits down, lets his body sink down into the buttery leather. Crockery clinks, the fridge opens and shuts. The scent of fresh food wafts its way to him.

He’s safe. He’s safe enough to close his eyes, to let his healing body sag into the plump cushions beneath him. The draw of sleep is sweet and heavy. He lets it pull at him, drifting in and out of gentle unconsciousness — safe and warm — knowing that his heart belongs to Alderic, and that Alderic will wake him to hot food and warm eyes, and a life in which he needn’t be fearful, in which the normality of terror will ease from his body, will fade from muscle memory. A life, once again, in which everything will be okay.

-

Thanks to @augusnippets for this event!

[lee-hatchett]

The past few weeks had felt like a blur. A haze. A gray wash - the first layer of paint an artist puts on a canvas before deciding what to paint. It was the worst kind of fugue state. Ritualistic to the point of disassociation. Stage. Video. Bowl. Name. Train.

The Tower, which he thought once would be a relic of a bygone era, had pulled Lee back into its prisonous grasp. Sure, it was in a bit of disrepair, and there was a weird offshoot where they had converted a first-floor Sponsor lounge into a living quarters for the Capitolites, but it was eerily still the same. Lee could have sworn the swirl of the steam rising from his tea was identical, even if that was a scientific impossibility.

But here he was, again, with an over-brewed cup of tea that he even paid too much for, looking at the not-so-shiny marble floors of the Tower. He was shocked into stillness as waves of memory flooded back. It was all happening again - when it wasn't supposed to.

No - no. No. It was too much. Lee's breath caught in the pit of his stomach and suddenly left his lungs empty. His eyesight blurred for a moment, and phantoms of the past overlapped in the lobby ahead. Linden. Alder. Donnegal. Dozens of others who he never saw again. No. No.

Before his brain could clear the chilling sight, his legs had kicked into gear to backpedal out of the Tower and into the blinding light of the Capitol streets. He only managed to take two steps into the mercifully bright sun before blindly colliding with someone.

"Shit, sorry," he muttered, clawing at his eyes with his free hand. His other one stung from where some of his tea cascaded over the lip of the cup to bite into the cold air. "Just had to... I dunno. Get outta there."

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Just Like Your Father and (if you have some idea of where you want it to go) Hyacinthus manifesting through hyacinths? 👀

Ooooo! Another ask! :D

Just Like Your Father

okay, honesty time: I don't have a strict outline for this yet. Basically, when I get to it, i'm gonna be snooping around @tsarinatorment's blog and nagging her with questions about Michael because she's the Michael expert in the fandom lmao XD

But yeah. I'm imagining this to be a little meeting between Michael and Apollo. Like perhaps Michael's first day/week at camp and Apollo rolls up in a dream with a frappachino and shades like "sup?"

really it's gonna be fluffy. although i have a habit of getting angst in there somehow...wait.

maybe.

i could-

hmmmm...........

*takes notes*

angst idea just hit :)

we have the above. and then post-lee's death. :)

how's that for angst? :)

Hyacinth can manifest by hyacinth flowers

What??? Huh??? What do you mean Alder??? Where are you going with this???

:)

listen. listen. In The Hidden Oracle, Hyacinthus actual talks to Apollo. Sure, he's delirious, but...he also could not be *raises brow significantly*

and Apollo sees Hyacinthus beside the hyacinth flowers growing on Cabin 7's window sills, right? So, if Hyacinthus is in a pseudo-alive state as the fandom loves to headcanon then...that means he can manifest around Cabin 7. Around Apollo's kids.

And. and! Technically, Hyacinthus is now a deity of some sort because of the Spartan festival Hyacinthia! He's worshipped as a full-blown god! Therefore, he has abilities (while limited) and I whole-heartedly believe he would use the majority of them to protect his lover's kids.

also just imagine Hyacinthus checking in on the Apollo kids, adjusting their comforters, and subtly waving away nightmares <3

[bog-teeth]

ARTFIGHT [4/5]

the scientists

[alder-reid]

Everything had gone black. He was pretty sure his behavior during the interview might have otherwise landed him in much hotter water, but the Peacekeeper detail watching the tributes closely seemed to have fallen into disorganization quickly after everything went dark and teams were escorted back to their floors-- maybe their communications were impacted too.

So Alder, heart pounding, took the opportunity. He knew where the emergency stairs were, and still in his interview outfit, he bolted. The soles of his shoes slammed against the concrete down the first flight of stairs--

And directly into someone. He stumbled backwards, painfully falling against the hard ledge of one of the steps, hands barely slowing the fall. Dazed, he blinked for a moment into the darkness, then recognized the form. "Lee?" he blurted, confused, as though he was not the escapee.

@lee-hatchett

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Games Finished in 2023

Didn't get as much gaming as I usually do, due to a combination of health issues, my cat having cancer (she's fine now) and my computer breaking in a couple of infuriatingly nebulous ways.

Games I recommend are bolded.

Archvale

Franken RPG

Symphony of War: The Nephilim Saga

Signalis

Bound by Flame

Monster Train

The Last Door Season One

Unforgiving: A Northern Hymn

Dirk Smallwood HD

The Excavation of Hob's Barrow

Flynn: Son of Crimson

Dishonored: Knife of Dunwall

Dishonored: The Brigmore Witches

Sands of Salazaar

Adios

Talk to Me

Dishonored 2

Power Wash Simulator

Power Wash Simulator: Tomb Raider

Power Wash Simulator: Midgar

Pilgrims

Stone

Teacup

Cloud Gardens

Memory Traces: Japan

Khimera: Puzzle Island

Katamari Damacy Reroll

I was a Teenage Exocolonist

100 Hidden Frogs

lure

Lights Off...

Viltnemda

Suspicious Downpour

The Lost Dachshund

Resonance of the Ocean

Swallow the Sea

Shadow Burglar

Kore

Fears to Fathoms: Home Alone

Greedfall

Rapture: The Beginning

Adventure Escape Christmas Killer

Apeture Desk Job

Corridor Z

Hero of the Kingdom: The Lost Tales 2

The Shore

Alder's Blood: Prologue

Mirlo Above the Sun

Stillwater

The Call of Karen

Karisvale

Momotype

Epic Battle Fantasy 5

Aztlan Uncovered: Prologue

Good Dog

Adventure Escape Mysteries: Cluedo

You are a Whale Also Part 1

Adventure Escape Mysteries: Midnight Carnival

I want to be a Triangle

Behind the Frame: The Finest Scenery

The Case of the Golden Idol

The Darkside Detective

Project Exhibited

The Case of the Golden Idol: The Spider of Lanka

The Test

Fayburrrow

Faefever

You Will (Not) Remain

Bad Dream: Stories

Star Apprentice: Magical Murder Mystery

Arcanbreak

Glass Masquerade 3: Honey Lines

Dot's Home

Westwood Shadows: Prologue

The Suicide of Rachel Foster

The Looker

Nancy Drew: Legend of the Crystal Skull

Without a Voice

Escape Academy

One Night Stand

Nancy Drew: The Phantom of Venice

Janosik

Don't Escape Trilogy

Spirit Cleaning

Fatum Betula

Viridi

Sarawak

Baldur's Gate: Siege of Dragonspear

Riddles of the Past

Desolatium: Prologue

Apocalipsis

The Vagrant

Apocalipsis: One Night in the Woods

Hayami Chan

Ginkgo

Alba: A Wildlife Adventure

Memory Traces: Egypt

Wilful

Distraint

Baldur's Gate 3

Zombie Admin

The Lost Night

Inside

Kingdom Hearts 2 Final Mix (PS4)

The Painscreek Killings

Eiyuden Chronicle: Rising

One-Eyed Lee: Prologue

Nasty Little Man

Halo CE: Anniversary

Technoccult: Covenant

To be a Herpwitch

Seethe and Scab

Neverwinter Nights: Enhanced Edition: Main Campaign

Moons of Madness

Dragon's Crown Pro (PS4)

Paradise Killer

Amnesia: Rebirth

Dave the Diver

Zemblanity

Fighting Fantasy Classics: The Warlock of Firetop Mountain

[dykeobsidianblock]

Characters I personally write for

These are the characters I personally write for, if you don't see a character on this list than it means I either dont write for them or forgot to add them to this list. If youre unsure than ask whether or I write for them

Red means I only write romantic x reader for them, Blue means I only write platonic/familial x reader for them, Green means I only write sexual x reader for them and Pink means I write romantic, sexual and platonic/familial x reader for them

Under the cut since it ended up getting longer than I expected

The Arcana:

Lucio

Muriel

Portia

Nadia

Volta

Vlastomil

Nafizah

Nahara

Natiqa

The Muppets*

The Electric Mayhem (Dr Teeth, Lips, Floyd Pepper, Janice, Zoot and Animal)

Walter

Miss Piggy

Denise

Constantine

Rowlf

Clifford

*I only write for human versions of the Muppets

Empires SMP (Both s1 and s2):

Scott

Jimmy

Pixl

Lizzie

Pearl

Katherine

Shubble

Gem

Sausage

Oli

False

Joey

Life Series:

Grian

Scar

Bigb

Ren

Jimmy

Mumbo

Lizzie

Cleo

Martyn

Pearl

Scott

Impulse

Tango

Origins SMP:

Scott

Sparklez

Create SMP:

Keralis

Scar

Tango

Zedaph

Witchcraft SMP:

Joey

Scott

Cleo

Shubble

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Keralis

Ren

Renbob

Hypno

Doc

Gem

Wels

False

Stress

Pearl

Cleo

Zedaph

Wormman

Impulse

Tango

Pirates SMP:

Sausage

Martyn

Oli

Pokemon:

Champion Cynthia

Elite 4 Hassel

Champion Alder

Commander Kamado

Team Rocket Jessie

Team Rocket James

Trial Captain Kiawe

Team Aqua Archie

Team Magma Maxie

Professor Kukui

Champion Steven Stone

Gym Leader Iono

Gym Leader Kofu

Gym Leader Katy

Gym Leader Lt. Surge

Professor Birch

Professor Rowan

Subway Master Ingo

Subway Master Emmett

Elite 4 Marshal

Elite 4 Siebold

Elite 4 Drasna

Elite 4 Malva

Elite 4 Wikstrom

Champion Diantha

Gym Leader Wulfric

Aether Foundation Wicke

Team Skull Guzma

Ultra Recon Dulse

Ultra Recon Zossie

Gym Leader Milo

Champion Leon

Gym Leader Raihan

Gym Leader Melony

(Former) Champion Peony

Gym Leader Nessa

Gym Leader Kabu

Galaxy Clan Cyllene

Professor Laventon

Diamond Clan Iscan

Diamond Clan Adaman

Pearl Clan Palina

Rival Arven

Rival Nemona

Gym Leader Ryme

Teacher Tyme

Professor Sada

Teacher Raifort

Teacher Saguaro

Stardew Valley:

Elliott

Clint

Gunther

M. Rasmodius

Marnie

Haley

Maru

Demetrius

Leah

Seven Deadly Sins:

King

Diane

Escanor

Gilthunder

Howzer

Gowther

Jericho

Guila

Griamore

Naruto:

Kakashi

Sakura

Naruto

Sasuke

Gai

Rock Lee

Tenten

Kankuro

Choji

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Lucifer

Leviathan

Luke

Simeon

Diavolo

Beelzebub

Barbatos

[notsogreatpotoo]

what kind of fruits/foods do your ocs like the most? or, if it's easier, which ones do they hate the most?

interesting ask, ty sard :] Alder and Lee are probably characters of mine whose stories are centered around food the most so Imma answer for them

Alder Scott likes lighter, fresher foods best. Ex: strawberries, peaches, blackberry gin, things with citrus or cilantro or spice, things with a variety of textures. He loves natural sweetness over artificial sweetness, but he doesn’t like stuff that’s bitter or super heavy. His family had to live off tesserae for a long time, and he knows from experience that it’s harder to taste rot in something that’s already bitter, and he associates heavy and bland foods with hard times in his life. His relationship with food is complicated and unhealthy because he feels privileged for having access to it whenever he wants now, but not all of his attempts to share his food go well, and occasionally he relapses into believing he’s starving again or punishes himself for his privilege by dieting.

Lee Edwards is kinda the opposite. Carbs all the way. Pasta, pizza, rice, bread. He likes cooking, but he hasn’t been able to do it very often before the start of the story because he was kinda just going for whatever was cheapest and most available and convenient, but he gets more opportunities to cook in the story. For Lee, food is about comfort and love, and he treats it very much like Brennan Lee Mulligan, where he recognizes food as fuel and refuses to let himself feel bad about fueling his body in a way he enjoys. He is also one of those people who feeds their people any chance they get, so him making stuff for Tim becomes a plot point.

food isn’t usually a big thing in my stories, but I’ve been thinking about it more in my writing since I started taking a more active role in determining what I eat and what I want to eat, so again, my stories are always mirrors of some of me :]