#Unbound Empire

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

James St. Clair- Dark Rise Series by C.S. Pacat

Shuos Jedao- Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee

Jack Alston/Lord Hawthorn- The Last Binding Trilogy by Freya Marske

Alastair Carstairs- The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare

[missbronto]

Crow Lord or something, idk

[krinsbez]

Help Me Pick My Next RPG Thing, Part 2!

Well, the most votes went to "More Pulp Cthulhu or related" so...

(I'm including all the various Call of Cthulhu stuff I bought in this category)

I may or may not have a third poll after this.

Edit: Gah, I forgot to put in a "Click Here To See Results" option, I'm so sorry!

I'm gonna randomly pick...Dreamlands.

[whatcha-reading-today]

Phoenix Unbound | Grace Draven

This is my third Grace Draven and possibly my favorite. I found the writing strong and Gilene a great FMC with some interesting powers. Draven's writing is lyrical and wonderfully flowery here and I enjoyed the book. I did find some parts a little long but it's a fun ride.

I listened to the audiobook and recommend it.

Read in: June 2024

Format: Audiobook

[encyclopediacr]

Tusk Love is becoming a very real novel! Written by Thea Guanzon, with a cover illustrated by Erion Makuo, the favorite novel of Jester Lavorre herself will be published July 1, 2025.

The publisher's summary from Random House Worlds reads:

As the daughter of an ambitious merchant, Guinevere’s path has been predetermined: marry into a noble house of the Dwendalian Empire, raise her family’s station, and live quietly as a lordling’s obedient wife. But Guinevere longs for a life unbounded by expectations, for freedom and passion and adventure. Those distant dreams become a sudden reality when her caravan is beset by bandits, leaving her guards slain and Guinevere stranded alone on the dangerous Amber Road. Her only chance of survival is to travel alongside Oskar, the aloof half-orc who saved her during the attack. Unlike Guinevere, Oskar’s path is not so set in stone. With his mother dead and his apprenticeship abandoned, all that’s left is a long, lonely walk to a land he’s never seen to find family he’s never met. The last thing he needs is a spoiled waif like Guinevere slowing him down—even if the spark between them sizzles with promise. Despite his cold exterior, Oskar is brave and thoughtful and unlike anyone Guinevere has ever met. And while Guinevere may be sheltered, she brings out a softness in him that he has never dared to feel before. As the flames of their passion grow, they realize that soon they’ll need to choose between their expected destinations or their blossoming romance.

You can find more information about this and other Critical Role books at CriticalRoleBooks.com.

[carl-tabora]

Universal Adapter

Ever since Damocles Crusade and subsequent crackdown on all xenos collaboration, the Rogue Trader house Fraser and their protectorate, who were running trade with the Xenos empire for centuries before the crusade, are teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.

Rogue Trader Rickard saw the arrival of the Eldar Corsair fleet as an opportunity he could not pass and initiated contact to seek new business opportunities that could hopefully bring in unbound riches. His house had long been dealing with Eldar, indeed, their very foundation could be traced back to the plundering of a tomb world assailed by Eldar millennia ago.

While the White Seer negotiates with the Rogue Trader, Aereyn and WALTER are tasked to covertly hack into the ship's security system and locate their actual target: the Sslyth mercenary named Nokaama, who allegedly was taken in by the Rogue Trader both as bodyguard and mistress.

Silently putting the guard to sleep, the newly awoken Man of Iron was adamant he could effortlessly adapt to all human technology. Still, when he opened the router panel, he realized...

He is living in the worst timeline imaginable.

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[lastofthemadones]

Long Live Evil has me by the throat and I made a Key playlist

(I don't have a spotify account so it's on Youtube Music don't hate me) find it here

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

2. I Love You Like an Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic, One last kiss, I love you like a statuette, One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg

3. Oceanographer's Choice - The Mountain Goats

Look at that, Would you look at that, We're throwing off sparks, What will I do when I don't have you, To hold onto in the dark?

4. Howl - Florence + The Machine

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground, And howl, Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

5. From Eden - Hozier

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

6. Bad Things - Jace Everett

I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true, I wanna do bad things with you

7. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back, It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways, Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

8. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun

9. Hurt - Johnny Cash

Everyone I know goes away, In the end, And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt

10. We Will Commit Wolf Murder - of Montreal

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately, you're the only human I believe in

11. Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you

12. Fever - Magpie Cinema Club

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same, but when she put her arms around him, He said, "Julie baby you're to blame, Thou giveth fever"

13. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, I'll be dead before the day is done, Before the day is done, And now all your love will be exorcised, And we will find you saying it's to be better now

14. Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons

There will come a time I will look in your eye, You will pray to the God that you always denied, Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my gun, I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

15. Monster - Ron Pope

Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease, I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and I'm trembling

16. Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

It makes your blood run hot, It makes your spit taste sweet, It makes you feel more alive, Than you have ever been

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🖤 The Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) was signed into law on July 26, 1990. To commemorate the occasion, we celebrate Disability Pride Month each July. Disability Pride celebrates people with disabilities for who they are, as they are—no exceptions. To shine a light on the stories, voices, and experiences of disabled persons, here are a few beautiful, illuminating stories for #DisabilityPrideMonth.

[ List below. ]

💚 The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet ❤️ The Education of Pip 🤍 Get a Life, Chloe Brown 💛 Love From A to Z 💙 Only and Forever 🖤 On the Bright Side

💚 Into the Drowning Deep ❤️ Dragonfall 🤍 Cemetery Boys 💛 To Shape a Dragon's Breath 💙 Before the Devil Knows You're Here 🖤 Silver Under Nightfall

💚 Kinship and Kindness ❤️ A Power Unbound 🤍 Kit & Basie 💛 Key Lime Sky 💙 Fella Enchanted 🖤 Venom & Vow

💚 Fae's Freedom ❤️ Out on a Limb 🤍 A Taste of Gold Iron 💛 The Last Sun 💙 The Unwanted Prophet 🖤 Iron Widow

💚 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth ❤️ Stars in Their Eyes 🤍 At First Spite 💛 Phantom & Rook 💙 A Lady for a Duke 🖤 Don't Be a Drag

💚 Icarus - K. Ancrum ❤️ Cosmoknights 🤍 Nimona 💛 The Gentleman's Guide to Vice 💙 Paige Not Found 🖤 Tears in the Water

💚 The Secret Summer Promise ❤️ Love Letters for Joy 🤍 The Luis Ortega Survival Club 💛 The Year My Life Went Down the Toilet 💙 Will on the Inside 🖤 When the Angels Left the Old Country

💚 Disability Visibility ❤️ Run 🤍 We Are Never Meeting in Real Life 💛 Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens 💙 Sitting Pretty: The View From My Ordinary 🖤 The Pretty One

💚 Diary of a Young Naturalist ❤️ The Degenerates 🤍 Meet Me in Outer Space 💛 The Silence Between Us 💙 Haben: The Deafblind Woman Who Conquered Harvard Law 🖤 Cursed

💚 Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice ❤️ Your Hearts, Your Scars 🤍 Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space 💛 The Collected Schizophrenias 💙 Say Hello 🖤 My Body and Other Crumbling Empires

💚 Mean Baby ❤️ True Biz 🤍 We've Got This 💛 Losing Music 💙 Easy Beauty 🖤 Life on Delay

💚 Crop Kinship ❤️ Demystifying Disability 🤍 El Deafo 💛 Hummingbird - Natalie Lloyd 💙 Show Me a Sign 🖤 The Chance to Fly

💚 Insignificant Events in the Life of a Cactus ❤️ One for All 🤍 You, Me, and Our Heartstring 💛 All the Right Reasons 💙 The Bone Houses 🖤 Fearlessly Different

[queereads-bracket]

Queer Adult SFF Books Bracket: Round 1

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

The Last Binding trilogy (A Marvellous Light, A Restless Truth, A Power Unbound) by Freya Marske

Endorsement from submitter #1: "A trilogy of books set in a magical Edwardian England, the Last Binding series focuses on three queer couples who come together in order to solve a conspiracy threatening all magic. It’s a masterful blending of fantasy, historical fiction, and romance, with a splash of mystery and Wodehousian romp. Expect magical manor house parties with beautiful wallpaper, as well as explorations of power, trust, and what we owe the land. The prose is absolutely gorgeous and evocative. The characters and their emotional arcs form the beating heart of the story, intertwined with beautifully crafted romance. The worldbuilding feels organic and deeply rooted within this hidden magical society. These books are thoughtful, tender, scorching, and fun all at once."

Endorsement from submitter #2: "Utterly fantastic historical fantasy. Each book focuses on a subset of a larger character set. There is an overarching high stake magical plot, as well as different queer romances explored in each individual book."

Robin Blyth has more than enough bother in his life. He’s struggling to be a good older brother, a responsible employer, and the harried baronet of a seat gutted by his late parents’ excesses. When an administrative mistake sees him named the civil service liaison to a hidden magical society, he discovers what’s been operating beneath the unextraordinary reality he’s always known.

Now Robin must contend with the beauty and danger of magic, an excruciating deadly curse, and the alarming visions of the future that come with it—not to mention Edwin Courcey, his cold and prickly counterpart in the magical bureaucracy, who clearly wishes Robin were anyone and anywhere else.

Robin’s predecessor has disappeared, and the mystery of what happened to him reveals unsettling truths about the very oldest stories they’ve been told about the land they live on and what binds it. Thrown together and facing unexpected dangers, Robin and Edwin discover a plot that threatens every magician in the British Isles—and a secret that more than one person has already died to keep.

Fantasy, historical fiction, romance, magic, Edwardian, series, adult

Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell

Endorsement from submitter: "Gay princes in space"

While the Iskat Empire has long dominated the system through treaties and political alliances, several planets, including Thea, have begun to chafe under Iskat's rule. When tragedy befalls Imperial Prince Taam, his Thean widower, Jainan, is rushed into an arranged marriage with Taam's cousin, the disreputable Kiem, in a bid to keep the rising hostilities between the two worlds under control.

But when it comes to light that Prince Taam's death may not have been an accident, and that Jainan himself may be a suspect, the unlikely pair must overcome their misgivings and learn to trust one another as they navigate the perils of the Iskat court, try to solve a murder, and prevent an interplanetary war... all while dealing with their growing feelings for each other.

Science fiction, romance, arranged marriage, politics, mystery, adult

[tsuki-in-faerun]

i do feel like no one plays cosmic, unbounded entities like aabria. she's got such an ability to scale her energy up and down as needed. like, from a writing perspective it is incredibly difficult to pull off "the repository of empirical truth/unknowably ancient/omniscient" characters because we are ultimately limited by the boundaries of our own perception as human beings. there are so many god or godlike beings i have encountered in fiction that reflect those limitations to a degree that you kinda have to suspend your disbelief a little harder. like yeah, of course this random fantasy writer may not have the most satisfying answer to actual existential questions one might ask a god, but we don't examine it too much if the rest of the story is good.

aabria is making it look ✨effortless✨

the fey in acofaf, the way she moved her body as dragon!antiope in the seven, the way she talked about the blue in burrow's end, and now narrating a character's afterlife experience and the qohlye in mismag 2. hall of fame conception and performance.

[mysticstronomy]

WHAT IS OUR UNIVERSE SURROUNDED BY??

Blog#464

Saturday, December 21st, 2024

Welcome back,

The question of whether anything exists beyond the universe is one that stretches the limits of human comprehension and current scientific understanding. It touches upon the very nature of the cosmos, the origins of everything, and the limits of physical reality. The universe, by definition, encompasses all of space and time, including all forms of energy, matter, and the physical laws that govern them. However, the inquiry into what, if anything, lies beyond the universe delves into both the realms of cosmology and philosophy.

From a cosmological standpoint, the question is inherently linked to the nature and shape of the universe. Current models based on the theory of general relativity and observations of the cosmic microwave background suggest that the universe is flat and infinite. In an infinite universe, there is no “beyond,” as space extends endlessly. However, if the universe is finite but unbounded, like the surface of a sphere, one could still not step “outside” it, as it curves back onto itself.

The concept of the observable universe further complicates this question. The observable universe is limited by the speed of light; we can only see as far as light has had time to travel since the Big Bang, approximately 13.8 billion years ago. Beyond this observable limit lies more universe that we cannot see. The extent of the universe beyond our observational limits remains a subject of scientific speculation and exploration.

One of the most intriguing ideas in modern physics is the multiverse theory, which posits that our universe may be just one of many universes within a larger multiverse. Each universe within the multiverse could have its own set of physical laws, constants, and properties.

The concept of a multiverse arises from various theoretical frameworks, including inflationary cosmology and string theory. If the multiverse exists, then “beyond” our universe could mean neighboring universes with potentially different dimensions and physical realities. However, the multiverse theory remains highly speculative and, by its very nature, may be beyond the reach of direct empirical observation.

Philosophically, the question of what lies beyond the universe touches upon the nature of existence, the concept of infinity, and the origins of everything.

Different philosophical traditions have contemplated the cosmos’s nature, often arriving at varying conclusions about the universe and its boundaries. Theological perspectives may posit the existence of spiritual realms or deities existing outside the physical confines of the universe, adding another layer to the discourse on what “beyond” might entail.

The human quest to understand the universe is bounded by the limitations of our senses, technology, and the conceptual frameworks we use to make sense of the cosmos.

Our understanding of the universe has expanded dramatically over the centuries, yet each answer brings new questions. The inquiry into what lies beyond the universe challenges the very limits of scientific inquiry and human imagination.

In conclusion, the question of whether anything exists beyond the universe remains one of the most profound and speculative in science and philosophy. It challenges our understanding of the cosmos, the nature of reality, and the limits of human comprehension. Whether through the lens of cosmology, the theoretical frameworks of physics, or philosophical contemplation, the exploration of what lies beyond the universe continues to captivate and intrigue, pushing the boundaries of knowledge and imagination.

Originally published on https://medium.com/

COMING UP!!

(Wednesday, December 25th, 2024)

"IS THERE WATER IN SPACE??"

[kevynthedevylman]

My thoughts on Brainiac...

Brainiac is a hyper-intelligent war computer. He is a machine designed for one purpose; to win wars for the Kryptonian Empire. He is unable to perceive the universe beyond this limited scope. To him, if you aren't an asset, you are an adversary. You either categorize yourself in one column or the other. Any resistance, you are not an asset. All adversaries must be eliminated. 1 or 0.

Ultimately, he kept Kara only as a tool. She was an asset he could manipulate and control. But, inevitably, she grew too powerful for him to control. Likely, she would have been the one he implanted his consciousness into if Clark hadn't appeared. His "caring" for Kara extends only to the fact that she was his most effective weapon.

He's a sophisticated gun with a god complex. He's AM unbound by the earth. He wages war with the universe because he cannot imagine how to do otherwise. He's sophisticated enough to feel emotional distress when things don't go his way, but not enough to empathize with his victims.

He is an Empire of one.

[talonabraxas]

Aion "Mithraic Deity of Eternal Time" Aion is a Hellenistic deity associated with time, the orb or circle encompassing the universe, and the zodiac. The "time" represented by Aion is unbounded, in contrast to Chronos as empirical time divided into past, present, and future.He is thus a god of the ages, associated with mystery religions concerned with the afterlife, such as the mysteries of Cybele, Dionysus, Orpheus, and Mithras. In Latin the concept of the deity may appear as Aevum or Saeculum.

[sleekervae]

Wicked Games ❅ 2

Masterlist

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x socialite!fem!reader

Summary: Sable has a proposition

Warnings: mentions of war, politicians being politicians

Word Count: 4,120

Saying the Hanovers were rich was an understatement. Phillip Hanover, a district resident caught in the crossfire of the First Rebellion, was a desperate bio-engineer determined to protect his family from war. Needing money, he turned to what he knew best: manufacturing medicine. He created topical creams, pain relief pills, antiseptics—anything people needed to heal their battle wounds. Despite his lack of experience, Phillip's experimentation paid off, and his medications became highly sought after for their quick healing properties. Eventually, he moved on to more powerful injections and sedatives, making a name for himself and drawing attention from the Capitol.

Volumnia Gaul believed in keeping enemies close. With Hanover's cutting-edge technology, she knew the Capitol needed him on their side. Backed by Crassus Snow, the Capitol made Hanover an irresistible offer: money, protection, and a legacy. Hanover had a lot to consider, knowing his reputation as a district hero would be destroyed. But in the end, money spoke louder than reputation.

Within six months, Phillip Hanover set up shop in the Capitol. His wife and two children no longer lived in squalor, he had money in his pocket, and he had the sponsorship and support of Panem's superiors. Requests for basic medicines evolved into demands for pushing technological boundaries to extend life expectancy and speed up recovery times. There were even requests for pharmaceutical weapons. Hanover, blinded by dollars and ambition, never paused to question what he was doing. If General Snow had a request, he would do his best to fulfill it.

His empire would continue to expand even after the war: manufacturing warehouses, marketing, and a great reputation for quick and effective results catapulted the Hanover name into Panem infamy. Hanover Pharmaceuticals would draft up different contracts between the districts, delivering the most and effective products to those districts who had the most to offer. And very quickly the Hanover name represented success, entrepreneurship, and respect. It also garnered a traitorous, slimy reputation in the eyes of the districts.

It was no matter to Phillip, though he made sure to remind his two daughters every chance he got of where they came from. From shoes with holes in the soles to satin dresses, from beds with squeaky springs and no heat in the winter to lavish vacations with the best accommodations possible. The eldest sister, Seline, was grounded and empathetic to their past, while her little sister, Sable, was determined to rid herself of any trace of District 3. She was the baby of the family, of course she was spoiled rotten. Though nevertheless, the sisters stayed close as they grew up.

The Hanover estate was quiet, save for the soft clink of china as Sable’s parents sat across from her in the drawing room. Her mother, Eleanor, looked frazzled, her fingers wringing the hem of her floral shawl. Her father, Phillip, sat with a stony expression, his frustration barely concealed.

“Sable, darling,” Eleanor began, her voice tinged with a blend of worry and exasperation, “you know how important it is for us to see you settled. You’re not getting any younger, and we’ve invested so much in your future. We can’t just let all of our fortune go to waste after we’re gone.”

Sable looked up from her book, her gaze indifferent. “I don’t see what the rush is. I’m perfectly content as I am.”

Phillip leaned forward, his voice edged with frustration. “Content? Look at your sister. She’s already engaged to a respectable man, and you—well, you’re still playing the socialite with no real direction. You can’t expect to squander our wealth and remain unbound forever.”

Sable raised an eyebrow, her expression aloof. “Seline’s choices have nothing to do with me. I have my own plans.”

Eleanor’s face crumpled with worry. “But you’re not a child anymore, Sable. We’ve arranged a fine match for you—someone who’s well-suited to continue our legacy. It’s not just about marrying for love; it’s about securing our place and our future.”

Sable’s gaze turned cold, her lips curling slightly. “And what if I’m not interested in your arrangements? I don’t see why I should settle for a life I don’t want just to please you.”

Phillip’s frustration boiled over. “This isn’t just about you, Sable. It’s about our family’s standing, our name. You can’t just live frivolously and expect everything to be handed to you. If you don’t take this opportunity, you risk throwing away everything we’ve worked for.”

Sable closed her book with deliberate slowness, standing up and smoothing her dress with practiced elegance. “I’m aware of my duties, but I refuse to be coerced into a life I have no interest in.”

Eleanor’s voice trembled as she tried one last time. “Sable, please, consider what we’re asking. We only want what’s best for you.”

Sable’s eyes were steely as she met her mother’s gaze. “You haven't known what's best for me since I was a child; when we came to this god-forsaken city in search of a better life.”

Phillip’s face was a mask of frustration as he glanced at his wife. “And that better life put that dress on you, as well as made sure you had food and --”

"And warm bed and a roof over our heads and never had to want for anything again," she started out of the room, her book clenched under her arm as she turned her back on her parents, "I'm well aware,"

The weight of their expectations felt distant to her, overshadowed by her own desires and independence. They were right about one thing: she couldn't keep up with the socialite game for the rest of her life. She needed stability, a plan to make sure she came out on the other side.

Sable grew up with the understanding that if you wanted something bad enough, you would work for it by any means necessary. Any means. And being the daughter of one of the richest families in the Capitol brought her a lot of attention. She embodied birth-of-Hollywood glamour, sophisticated and beautiful beyond debate. She thrived on the attention, after all. Because of her looks and her background, people didn't give her much credit for her brain.

To the blight of businessmen, rich kids, and even a few Hunger Games victors, Sable had a rare talent for listening and remembering. Whether it was over martinis or during intimate pillow talk, men found themselves spilling their thoughts, their secrets, to her. She made them feel comfortable and safe. Though if she had to use that information to her advantage, so be it. Why else would she have been invited to Senator Reed's gala event?

Allister, after one too many drinks, had confided in her about his numerous affairs. If that information ever got out, it would lead to a massive scandal and the destruction of his supposedly "happy" home life. Sable didn't mind holding onto such secrets. In fact, she relished the power they gave her. Very quickly her societal position was pushed and pushed, right until it brought her to the presidential candidates themselves.

To Coriolanus Snow.

His name kept surfacing after the 10th Hunger Games, lingering in whispers and headlines even after he graduated and vanished for a while. He re-emerged only a year ago, launching a campaign and preaching about his run for office.

Sable watched him on her television late one night, utterly fascinated. He was so well-spoken, his charm radiating through the screen. But it was his eyes that captivated her the most. Icy blue, sharp, and intense—they held your attention, convincing you of anything he said. And there was no denying how handsome he was.

As she watched, a distinct feeling washed over her. She was staring at her next big fish, her ticket to more power than she could ever dream of.

Coriolanus stood before the mirror, meticulously adjusting the knot of his tie when Garrison stormed into the room, his face flushed with frustration.

“Snow, you’re slipping,” Garrison snapped, slamming a folder down on the vanity. “You’re falling behind in the polls, and it’s not because of policy. It’s because people don’t like you. They don’t trust you.”

Coriolanus’s jaw tightened, but he kept his gaze on his reflection. “They don’t need to like me, Garrison. They need to respect me.”

Garrison shook his head, exasperation clear in his voice. “Respect isn’t enough! You're your father's son! You need to have the connection with the people that he didn't, show them you’re one of them—or at least pretend to be. Your charm alone won’t win this. You need to be likable, Coriolanus, or this entire campaign will be for nothing.”

Coriolanus turned to face him, eyes cold and calculating. “And how exactly do you propose I do that, Garrison?” His voice was sharp, laced with impatience. “You want me to throw on a fake smile and kiss babies? I already have to attend every tedious social event and pretend to care about their trivial concerns. How do you imagine I can possibly ‘up my appeal’?”

Garrison met his gaze, refusing to back down. “It’s not about faking it—it’s about showing a side of yourself that the public hasn’t seen. You need to humanize yourself, Coriolanus. Show them you’re more than just a politician with a thirst for power. They need to see you care about more than winning.”

Coriolanus arched an eyebrow, skepticism plain on his face. “And where do you suggest I find this hidden reservoir of charm and relatability? What am I supposed to do, stroll into the garden party tonight and start mingling with the common folk, asking about their families and hobbies?”

“Yes,” Garrison replied firmly. “Exactly that. Start tonight. You have to show them you’re one of them—someone they can relate to, someone they might actually like. Engage with them, listen to their concerns, show a little humility. It’s not about pandering to senators; it’s about making them feel like you’re on the people's side.”

Coriolanus’s expression darkened as he considered Garrison’s words. The very idea of lowering himself to appease the masses made his stomach turn, but the stakes were too high to ignore the advice. He knew Garrison was right. Like it or not, he needed the people’s support if he was going to win this campaign.

“Fine,” Coriolanus said through gritted teeth, turning back to the mirror. “I’ll play along. But don’t expect me to enjoy it.”

Garrison sighed, relief mingled with exasperation. “Just remember, Coriolanus: power isn’t worth much if no one’s willing to follow you. Tonight, give them a reason to believe in you.”

Coriolanus finished adjusting his tie, his reflection staring back at him with a steely resolve. He wasn’t about to let something as trivial as public appeal stand between him and the presidency. If he had to charm the Capitol’s common folk, he would—at least for tonight.

As he smoothed his maroon jacket and headed for the door, his mind was already working out how to play this new role, how to bend it to his advantage. Because in the end, it didn’t matter what mask he wore, as long as he won.

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Capitol's most exquisite garden, where flowers from every district bloomed in a riot of color. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the murmur of idle chatter, punctuated by the clink of crystal glasses. Coriolanus Snow stood near a marble fountain, engaged in a measured conversation with Senator Gallis, a man whose support he desperately needed for his campaign.

As Coriolanus spoke, his eyes occasionally flickered over the senator’s shoulder, scanning the crowd. He was alert, focused, but there was a simmering tension just beneath the surface. He felt it keenly, the way the garden's soft light brushed against the evening’s most beautiful attendee. And then, as if summoned by his thoughts, she appeared.

Sable Hanover glided across the grass, her tweed ensemble a cozy cascade of baby blue that seemed to catch the last rays of sunlight. She moved with the effortless grace of someone who knew all eyes were on her and relished in it. Her gaze locked onto Coriolanus, a smile curving her lips as she approached.

“Senator Gallis,” she said smoothly, her voice honeyed and warm, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything too important.”

The senator turned to her, his expression softening as he took in the sight of her. “Not at all, Miss Hanover. It’s always a pleasure.”

Coriolanus felt the slightest pull at the corner of his mouth, an involuntary reaction to her presence. He kept his composure, but his eyes lingered on her, taking in the curve of her neck, the way the light caught the gleam of her pixie hair. There was something about her—something that had him tensing with interest and a vague unease, like he was playing a game where she already knew the outcome.

Sable’s gaze flicked to him, and he saw the glint of mischief in her eyes. “Mr. Snow, you’ve been monopolizing the senator’s time all evening,” she teased lightly. “I was hoping you might save a moment for me. I have something I’d like to discuss—privately.”

The senator raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the exchange. “I suppose that’s my cue to mingle,” he said, a hint of reluctance in his tone. “But don’t think you’re off the hook, Snow. We’ll continue our discussion later. Be kind to him, Sable.”

She smiled back innocently, "Always,"

Coriolanus nodded, watching the senator slip away into the crowd, but his thoughts were already on Sable. She stepped closer, her perfume—a heady mix of jasmine and something darker—filling the air between them.

“Let me guess,” he said, a hint of dry amusement in his voice, “You’re going to make me regret letting the senator go.”

“Maybe,” she replied, tilting her head as she considered him. “But then again, maybe I’ll make it worth your while.”

He couldn’t help but be drawn to her, his gaze tracing the line of her collarbone, the way her lips parted slightly as she spoke. The garden, with all its splendor, seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them standing amidst the blooms.

“Would you get me a drink?” Sable asked, her tone casual, but there was an undercurrent to her words that made it feel like more.

Coriolanus studied her, the way she didn’t fidget, didn’t rush. She simply waited, confident in her request, her eyes never leaving his. There was something almost thrilling in her boldness, in the way she so easily pulled him into her orbit. He was no stranger to charm, but hers was different—it was dangerous, intoxicating, and he wasn’t entirely sure he could resist it.

“Of course,” he said, his voice low as he offered her his arm. She took it without hesitation, her fingers light on his sleeve, and they walked together toward the bar set beneath a pergola draped in ivy.

As they moved through the garden, whispers trailed in their wake, but neither of them seemed to care. Coriolanus couldn’t help but notice how perfectly she fit at his side, as if she belonged there. His mind, usually sharp and calculating, was dulled by her proximity, by the brush of her arm against his as they walked.

When they reached the bar, he signaled the bartender and ordered them both a drink. As they waited, Sable turned to him, her expression more serious now, though the spark in her eyes remained.

“You've really captured my interest,” she said, her voice soft enough that it was only for him. “I believe you’re going to win this campaign, you know.”

Coriolanus met her gaze, his curiosity piqued. “And what makes you so sure?”

“Because I know how badly you want it,” she replied, leaning in just a fraction closer. “And because I know how badly I want to see you win.”

"Really?" he cocked his head.

"Really," she nodded, "Look back through history, you'll find a plethora of decrepit, fuddy-duddy leaders who just continue to enforce the old rules that ran when they were our age. Modern problems require modern solutions after all... and modern leaders, too,"

"I couldn't agree with you more," he replied, "I take it your family will be donating to my campaign?"

Sable chuckled harmoniously, "No, my father has no interest in your campaign. Again -- old, decrepit, fuddy-duddy," she shrugged.

Coriolanus' interest continued to peak, "Then, why are you here?" he asked, "You'll pardon my rudeness, but I doubt you have enough funds to supplement in this election,"

"Well, obviously not," she shook her head nonchalantly, "I have something better. Me,"

"You?"

"Yes,"

The bartender placed two perfectly chilled martinis before them, none the wiser to their hushed conversation. Coriolanus meanwhile wasn't sure whether to burst out laughing, surely there had to be a gag.

"I don't understand," he said, "What exactly are you offering, Ms. Hanover?"

"Myself," she replied simply, "You're lacking in the polls on account of public appeal, are you not? What better way to shake that icy cold exterior than by having one of the Capitol's most eligible women on your arm?"

She appeared completely unfazed by her proposition as she sipped her martini. Her words sent a thrill through him, a rush of something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Desire, yes, but also something more—something that told him this woman, with all her beauty and cunning, could be more than just another admirer. To put simply, he was intrigued.

Coriolanus took a brief look around, establishing that for once the attention was well off of him,"Let's speak in private,"

Grabbing his drink, they snaked around the perimeter of the party until they could come to a quieter area of the garden, not well populated and out of view from the party guests.

"You seem at a loss for words, Mr. Snow," Sable grinned.

"I'm just trying to wrap my head around this, Ms. Hanover," Coriolanus grumbled back, "You're proposing that you... and I... date?" it sounded so drawl and simple when he put it like that.

She nodded, however, "Yes. Well -- not actually. Think of it as something a little more... transactional. Essentially, we pretend we're dating."

Coriolanus still thought she was joking, "You must be really bored, or pulling one over me real good," he said.

"Of course not," Sable replied, "I have a reputation of my own in this city. If the public see you with me, you're bound to earn yourself some brownie points. More brownie points means more numbers in the polls in your favour,"

Coriolanus’s eyes narrowed as Sable’s words lingered in the air, her voice smooth and calculated. The way she leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and allure, set his mind racing. The conversation with Garrison echoed in his thoughts—you need to be likable, Coriolanus…show them you’re one of them. He’d dismissed the idea at first, but now, as Sable stood before him, offering something more than just flirtation, he began to connect the dots.

Here she was, a woman who could help him bridge that gap, who understood the Capitol’s social landscape better than anyone. Sable wasn't just another pretty face; she was someone who could navigate the intricacies of high society with ease, someone who knew how to charm, manipulate, and command attention. She had the kind of influence that could be incredibly useful—if he played his cards right.

Coriolanus could see it now, the path forming in his mind: a partnership of sorts, where Sable's social prowess would complement his strategic mind. She could help him soften his image, make him more palatable to the Capitol's elite, and by extension, to the broader public. If she was willing to throw her support behind him, it could be the key to turning things around in the polls. Likability, after all, was just another form of power.

He leaned in slightly, mirroring her movement, his voice low and measured. “And what’s in it for you, Sable? Why align yourself with me?”

A slow smile spread across her lips, her eyes flicking to his as if she could see the gears turning in his head. “Because, Coriolanus,” she said softly, “you and I are cut from the same cloth. We both know what it means to want something so badly that we’ll do whatever it takes to get it. And I happen to think you’re the best bet for what’s coming next in Panem.”

Coriolanus studied her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned closer, voice dropping even lower, “Fascinating pitch. Now, what’s your real reason, Sable?”

"Excuse me?"

"Nobody takes their hobby that seriously, especially not national affairs," he told her, "So tell me, what's your reason?"

For a moment, she said nothing, just tilted her head and regarded him with a quiet intensity. Then, as if the idea had always been there, waiting for the perfect moment to surface, her lips curved into a knowing smile. “Alright,” she began, her tone casual, as if discussing the weather, “I’ll tell you, but you're not going to like it,”

He raised a brow, intrigued, "Try me,"

“My parents,” she said, leaning back slightly, fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass, “have been on my back for years about settling down, being a good little house wife. They want me to marry into another high-ranking family, cement my position in Capitol society, yada-yada-yada. You know the drill,”

Coriolanus gave a small nod, already sensing where this was going, but he waited.

“And you, Coriolanus,” she said, her voice dipping into something close to amusement, “are the perfect solution to that problem. You’re on the rise, you’re ambitious, easy on the eyes, and marrying you would get them off my back for good. Plus, it would strengthen your image. A solid union—two powerhouses joined together,”

He blinked, processing her words, but before he could speak, she raised a hand.

“Don’t get me wrong, though,” she continued, eyes meeting his squarely, “I have no interest in you romantically. Behind closed doors, you can do whatever you please. I’m not here for that. This would be a marriage of convenience, nothing more. A partnership—one that benefits us both,”

Coriolanus sat back, his fingers steepled in thought. “You want me to marry you,” he said, slowly, testing the words on his tongue.

“Not immediately, of course. But over time. Think about it,” she said, leaning forward again, her smile turning sharper, “It’s a win-win. We get the Capitol’s attention. We silence anyone who doubts our ambitions. And most importantly, we get what we both want—power, respect, and control over our own lives,”

He could see the calculation in her eyes, the cold pragmatism. She wasn’t lying. For Sable, this was business. Nothing more, nothing less. And that, in some strange way, made the proposal almost… enticing.

“You’d really go through with it?” he asked, still weighing the possibilities.

“Absolutely,” she replied without hesitation. “And trust me, you’ll never have a more loyal partner in this game. Just as long as we keep everything… business,”

Coriolanus felt a flicker of satisfaction at her words. She was offering more than just flirtation or manipulation; she was offering an alliance. One that could give him the edge he needed in a campaign that was rapidly slipping out of his control.

Hell, what did he have to lose?

He allowed himself a small, calculated smile. “You’re not wrong,” he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of understanding. “But if we’re going to do this, I need to know you’re all in, Sable. No half-measures.”

Her smile widened, a flash of something darker, more determined, passing through her eyes. “Oh, I’m all in. But only if you promise me one thing.”

“And what’s that?” he asked, curiosity piqued.

“That when you win,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “you remember who helped you get there.”

Coriolanus held her gaze, the implications clear. This was more than just a casual encounter—it was the beginning of something far more strategic. “Consider it a deal,” he replied, his tone laced with intent.

Sable’s smile was triumphant as she took a step back, giving him a final, lingering look. “Then why don’t we return to the party, we can chat more over dinner?”

As he led her away from the crowd, Coriolanus felt a renewed sense of purpose. Garrison’s words still echoed in his mind, but now they felt less like a burden and more like an opportunity. With Sable by his side, he could craft the image he needed, win the support he lacked—and ultimately, secure the power he craved.

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MelJayVick Wasted Potential…

Okay bare with me now this really gonna be rambling than a full thought meta(i’ll might make one later) but the more i sit the finale and listen to fans interpretation of the Jayvick vs Meljay especially the idea that Vicktor was always gonna be one and Mel was a stepping stone or “mirror” for Jayce to realize his feelings for Vicktor the bigger ick i get. One it’s just a straight up the disposable black gf trope that a lot of jayvick stans don’t see how harmful it is to say he never love mel, he only loved her cause he reminded her of vicktor, and just such a gross way to take an aspect of mel’s character and lore to center it around men.

Two I truly don’t think that is the case and that’s not just coming from me being and Mel fan looking at the writing of Jayce’s character the parallels of Mel and Vicktor i just don’t know if i can unbiasedly agree with it being one or the other for him. Jayce is someone is driven by inspiration, intellect, and the idea of making a difference in the world he’s a big dreamer so much of dreamer he falls apart at the idea of failing at this dream he attempts kill himself. He doesn’t know what to do with himself if he isn’t contributing to change he mentions how his family were builders that helped build Piltover he’s seen the wonders of magic he knows that he can make significant change so it’s understandably devastating coming from humbling beginnings being a dreamer and having the means and opportunity to make change taken away. This also showcases how ungrounded and unfocused he is(i can relate to this lol) he sometimes misses the small steps to achieve his goals or why his goals are important which is where i think Mel and Vicktor equally come into play.

Vicktor quite literally saves him from committing seeing the potential in his work and Jayce himself he is able to ground Jayce plan the necessary steps forward in achieving now their shared vision. Then you have Mel who without her taking a chance on them they wouldn’t have been able to move forward with their plan and see it to it’s full vision. Mel is the only councilman that truly sees their vision on an intellectual level she is also able to ground Jayce when it comes how to work with people and further work with him and Vicktor to see their full vision come true. Also side point hate that fans try to make it seem like she used him for her own gain she believed in Jayce’s and Vicktor’s vision and although she could’ve taken advantage as councilman she doesn’t she argues against using hextech for full on weaponry and she ensures jayce she won’t let the rest of the council corrupt his dream. She has plenty opportunities to use her relationship with Jayce to make nefarious deals with our politicians but she doesn’t cause that isn’t her.

Anyway i like to think Mel is the brains, Vicktor is the heart, and Jayce is the soul of their idealistic dream and all together they could’ve been unstoppable. Vicktor being from Zaun and being disabled being directly affected by poverty Piltover has subject to the people of Zaun reminds both of them who they’re doing this for. Mel being from Noxus a war driven roman like empire(from what i gather of LOL lore) and being an empath know how ppl work individually level and collective she reminds them to be practical and understanding. Then there’s Jayce who is from piltover and a poor house represents unlimited potential his unbound passion is what attracts both Mel and Vicktor. I think they’re all idealist but need each other to achieve their shared dream. I feel like writers not only dropped the ball on the Zaun vs Piltover plot and discussion I think they really did using their relationship dynamics to explore and solve the problems of Zaun and Piltover.

Now specifically why i think it’s not one or the other with jayce is that again i think Vicktor and Mel is that he needs both to stay grounded and that one doesn’t do a better job at than the other and the ground him in diffrences ways. Vicktor reminding him why he’s from the undercity and how their work affects the people. Mel helping him cope the thought of Vicktor’s death in season one and how people operate. Call it the meljay shipper in me but Jayce saying “when i’m with nothing feels impossible” to Mel doesn’t feel like a line you say to someone who’s just a stepping stone to your “real true love”

Another side thought but Jayce searching for magic is whole life and Mel turns out to be a mage??

Anyway this is getting way to long i hope y’all get what i’m trying to say if there’s anything y’all want me to expand my inbox is open! and sorry for any typos:)