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clatoera · 7 months ago

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What’s everyone’s phone lock screen in ARWBFTB au :) just thought I’d send a fun one today 😅

Oh this is sooooo fun omg especially bc like…theres so many options ✨Ironically the answers are mostly like…each other. I’m so excited okay sooo

Cato’s is definitely Clove looking annoyed. Like giving him enough attitude in her face that you can see it in the picture. I don’t know exactly what she was doing IN the picture but she looks annoyed and he loves it. Thats the like outside lock screen picture, the INSIDE picture is absolutely one that should not be seen publicly. LIke…absolutely not for public consumption but for his yes indeed okay. He later becomes obsessed (and I mean obsessed) with pictures of Clove and their son so it’s an ever changing combo of pictures he takes of them. Not the inside picture. That one NEVER Changes (except to other pictures that should not see the light of day).

Clove’s is the two of them together probably looking at each other and not at the camera. She’s probably in his lap, they’re probably staring at each other, her arm over his shoulders kinda thing. Like taken candidly by one of their friends at a party or something, like Glimmer seems the type to just take random pictures of people and friends because love is all around her blah blah blah. So yeah. It’s them together. Looking hot. The usual. His giant hands on her waist is a focal point.

Finnick and Annie absolutely have the same exact picture, it’s each other and their son like a professional picture of the three of them probably on the beach. They do that thing where they’d both pick up each others phones and get so confused when they lock themselves out because they cant tell them apart.

Marvel’s is Glimmer. He’s in the picture too but the focus is very much Glimmer like he’s stand-in behind her with his arms around her shoulder and he’s Clearly saying something in her ear because she’s laughing and THATS why it’s his favorite because she’s laughing and smiling and there is literally nothing he likes better than Glimmer being happy enough to actually laugh at something. It later becomes ever changing pictures of Glimmer and the girls and they are definitely all three matching and have the same smile and eyes and hair and it’s everything and it changes like monthly because theres constantly new outfit updates.

Glimmer also I think has two. The like front lock screen is definitely her girls. All different variations of them but it is always them together. Usually in matching outfits. Or like snuggled up together. She is DEEPLY obsessed with them. The inside picture like barely ever changes it’s from when the girls were really little and they were exhausted with two little babies and it’s him asleep on like the recliner or something with both of them also sleeping onto of him. It’s a favorite of hers.

Enobaria’s is just Cashmere. Like at a wedding or something with her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. Or like laying in bed. Or literally just any way shape or form of cashmere. But it’s not like the capitol/D1 glamour shots it’s her all excited in the winter bundled up holding her little peppermint coffee, or laying on the beach in 4 in a big sun hat. Or one specific moment in the like 6 weeks of whirlwind wedding planning of Glimmer which involved Cashmere literally laying in the living room covered in sparkly light pink tulle and flowers because it was literally covering the entire house. Like moments where she seems genuinely happy and genuinely smiling because thats the part of her she never got to be prewar ya know? Sometimes rarely it’s the two of them together but mostly it’s like..just little happy pictures of cash.

Cashmere’s is always people together. The like main one is usually her and Enobaria, like one of them looking at each other at one of the like 7890 parties they end up at post war and by that I mean dinner parties and weddings. Theres a picture of the two of them at Glimmer’s, Enobaria covered in a layer of Glitter from Cash’s dress just so so cute. I feel like theres a lot of beach gatherings because of Finnick so theres definitely pictures of the two of them extra tan that becomes a favorite of like…Cash practically sitting ontop of her. The inside picture is always like of her/gloss/glimmer I think. Sometimes the girls make the cut in the group picture, but it’s usually the three of them.

One time Marvel got so severely sunburned he couldn’t move and Finnick made him take a picture holding up a cooked lobster for comparison and that became like at least the group chat picture if not everyone’s contact picture for him en masse. It’s not a phone screen but it’s a funny thought.

so this got waaaaay out of my hands i'm sorry I just got so excited it was a lot of fun 😅 Thank you my friend this was SO so fun!!

#arwbfb tag #answered asks #arwbfb au #clato #cashmere tag #cashbaria tag #glimmer and marvel thg #cashmere and enobaria tag #clato tag #glimmer tag #marvel tag #enobaria tag #clove tag #cato tag #this was so sos SOOOO fun Lmao

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catindabag · 9 months ago

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In your Au in the future who is Katniss Nepo Baby Everdeen mentor who is also her duet for her performance is it Haymitch, Effie or is it a capitol student a descendant of Sejanus and Coryo and what is Katniss usually like other than being way happier and pretty much getting everything she ever wanted and needed

Oh, Panem, Horn of Plenty. The crack!AU Everdeen timeline is gonna be a mess.😂

Fortunately, Katniss “Nepo Baby” Everdeen is not gonna be like her super famous crazy singing rainbow bird grand aunt (Lucy Gray) because our ✨Girl on Fire✨ will have the same serious personality as her canon self.

But she’s also going to volunteer steal poor little Prim’s spot (out of spite and for fun) as D12’s official ✨Panemvision Female Tribute✨💅.

Unfortunately, Catnip’s greatest rivals will be Glimmer (D1’s youngest and fairest opera singer), Cato (D2’s hottest theatre nerd and rock whispering prodigy) and Clove (D2’s youngest broadway musical genius).

Moreover, Peeta Mellark (who whistles like a pro) will be Katniss Everdeen’s official “duet partner” because her extremely gorgeous Capitol Mentor, Seginus Cadmus Plinth-Snow-Creed-Price (AKA: the gorgeous grandson of Coryo, Sejanus, Festus, and Persephone) got stuck in a dusty broom closet with poor sensitive Philip Anthony Ravinstill-Anderson (AKA: the wacky socialite grandson of Felix and Androcles).😅

Nevertheless, here are some other interesting “facts” in this weird timeline:

1. Primrose and Buttercup (the crusty cat) are the unapologetically ruthless founders and leaders of the infamous Anti-Katniss Everdeen Fan Club. #antivolunteer #realroseofD12

2. Poor Peeta had to fight a jealous Gale Hawthorne (via dance off battle) in order to defend his “rights” as D12’s official male Tribute for the upcoming Panemvision competition.

3. Crazy Lucy Gray married Panini Panlo for fun. She also had a lot of kids with him for fun.

4. Coryo and President Sejanus are still madly in love with each other even after the birth of their 35th grandchild.😍😂

5. Hilarius Heavensbee is the favorite nanny of Sejanus and Coryo’s grandchildren.

6. Glimmer is a very popular opera singer in D1 because of Facet and Velvereen’s influence.

7. Rue can’t sing to save her life because of Reaper Ash (but don’t ask why).😔

8. Foxface is the “Hannah Montana” of her District.

9. Brandy is still a self proclaimed werewolf.

10. Sejanus is still the President of Panem because of Coryo, Festus, Lizzie, Felix, and Clemmie’s collective insistence. #SejiPieforlife

11. Tigris is still a fashionista cheese merchant.

12. Mizzen the Gremlin and Percy Price are still the ruthless rulers of their Pizza Palace Empire.

13. Festus Creed still dumpster dives with Coryo and Pup for fun.

14. Effie Trinket is half Ravinstill.

15. Haymitch Abernathy’s Capitol Mentor, Cassius Perseus Plinth-Snow-Creed-Price is the oldest grandson of Sejanus, Coryo, Festus, and Persephone.

16. Finnick Odair’s Capitol Mentor, Faustina Pleione Creed-Price is the youngest daughter of Festus and Persephone.

17. Lysistrata is still the proud leader of the SnowPlinth Fan Club.

18. Dill is still the Mayor of D11.

19. Reaper Ash is still looking for “normalcy.”

20. Lamina is still crying because of Lucy Gray, Coral, and Mizzen.

21. Half of Sejanus and Coryo’s children and grandchildren have “Complete Heterochromia” for some reason (one blue, one brown).

22. The Plinth-Snow Dynasty is still the most powerful and influential family in Panem thanks to old scheming Strabo and the Grandma’am.

23. Mags and Mizzen are cousins.

24. Maude Ivory is still busy selling and reselling popcorn balls with Mrs. Everdeen (illegally).

25. One of Sejanus and Coryo’s gorgeous sons (Cepheus) married Panlo and Lucy Gray’s youngest daughter (Poppy) because of ✨love✨ political reasons.😏

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andreabaideas · 1 month ago

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DJATS hunger games au survival

Now i'll give Djats main character surviving chances...And in a future post I may make a HG rewritte , but with Djats characters (with them as the characters) instead of THG ones.

• Daisy Jones : 75% to 100%.

She is pretty, Athletic and charismatic. If she isn't drugged yet, she survives hiding and running. If totally drugged- as Nicky times, she dies, if drugged -like Daisy's at her usual style- or if she is clean, then she manages to survive.

• Billy Dunne : 90-100% (because I say so)

- He IS pretty, Athletic, and charismatic. - He knows how to fight. - His male mentor Its Teddy. He becomes his adoptive Dad of sorts (like Mags for Finnick). He warns him about Capitol's "special treatment" for the victors. - Sponsors want him to win, which helps. However If he is totally alcoholic he may die. But If he is a fonctional alcoholic, or totally clean, then he survives.

• Camila Dunne (nee Álvarez) : 75% - 100% Pretty, very attractive , nice, everyone likes her. She is too nice, and may get killed for being too trusting. If she gets warier and harder, she makes It.

• Karen Sirko: 100%

Athletic, fit, ruthless. Sponsors love Blondes. Everyone love Blondes. She is not very friendly, but if she pretends, which we know she can... She gets gifts and survives. Sure thing.

• Graham : 50% - 75% He IS Cute. And Likeable. And can fight too. He is too good for his own good. If he gets warier and harder, he makes It.

• Eddie : 50% He has a good look. He can fight I guess?? He is dislikeable and complains a lot. But If he is nice during interviews and gets people liking him...Who knows, maybe baby.

• Nick : 100% I hate it... but I feel he survives. He is the worst and he can fight. He is rich and hot so sponsors help him too. He reminds me of Cato....Okay, I know he died but be real...Hadn't he been on Katniss edition or in a female lead YA dystopic novel where the girl has to win, in a real hunger games...he IS a man trained and stronger, he would've won, we all know It. Uggghhhh.

• Warren 50%- 75%

He is athletic and can fight. He is too unserious , that in thg can be mortal. If he gets serious... He makes It.

• Simone Jackson 50% to 75%

She is cute, pretty, attractive and likeable. She is athletic. I guess she could fight?

She is just too nice and trusting, just like Camila. If she gets warier and harder, she makes It.

• Lisa Crowne 40-50%

Just like a female Graham. She is pretty, likeable. I dont know if she can fight. And she IS too good for her own good. If lucky she makes It.

• Bernie : 100%

She is tough, badass, ruthless, can totally fight and seems actually chill. People likes her. She wins. No doubt.

#daisy jones and the six #survival #the hunger games au

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foundtherightwords · 1 year ago

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Love in a Storm - Chapter 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham (Regency AU)

Summary: A devastating loss threatens the happy marriage of Edward and Christine Munson, Lord and Lady Hurtsfield. However, when Edward is accused of a crime he didn't commit, Christine has to set her grief aside and embark on a perilous journey to prove her husband's innocence.

A/N: Here it is, the sequel to my Hellcheer Regency AU, "Love in a Mist" (sorry about the cheesy title, I'm really bad at titles!) I came across the Cato Street Conspiracy while researching "Love in a Mist" and thought it the perfect Regency equivalent of the Satanic Panic, but I couldn't work it into that story, so I had to write a sequel for it. That also means this is more of a legal drama/crime mystery than a romance, but I did try to give the Munsons' marriage some attention. I hope you'll enjoy it. And big thanks to everyone who has read, liked, commented on, and reblogged "Love in a Mist" - without you, this sequel wouldn't exist.

Warnings: childbirth, stillbirth, infertility, angst, false accusation, wrongful imprisonment, legal drama, some violence (non-graphic), some smut (non-explicit)

Chapter warnings: childbirth (non-graphic), stillbirth, angst

Chapter word count: 3.1k

Chapter 1

Yorkshire, April 1818

Edward Munson, Baron Hurstfield, was up to his elbows in sheep muck.

Lambing season was winding down, but Edward, who had always loved this time of year ever since he was a boy, refused to stay away until the last lamb was born, not just at the Home Farm but all around the village of Hurst as well. There was something magical about being out and about in the warming spring air, breathing in the sweet smell of hay, watching the newborn lambs take their wobbly first steps toward their mothers, watching the ewes welcoming their babies, eyes soft with love. Even the dirtier, more mundane work like preparing the barns, docking the lambs' tails and marking their ears, or helping an inexperienced new mother give birth could become enchanting, when there was so much life around. Edward would lend a hand whenever and wherever he could, and the tenants, having gotten used to their master working alongside them, all warmly welcomed him.

Once Edward finished mucking out the stalls, he and Farmer Hopper started spreading armfuls of clean hay on the floor of the barn. Their ewes were all seasoned mothers so there was no need for assistance, but the weather was about to turn, and the Hoppers, being old and childless, could use all the help they could get. "Ah, bless ye, Master Edward," Mrs. Hopper said, bringing in mugs of tea and a plate of scones. "Just this mornin' Jim was sayin' he didn't know how many more lambin' seasons he's goin' to see. I told him, I said, Jim, the lambs are born whether you're here or not, but he keeps fretting' about who's goin' to look after 'em when we're gone."

"If only our Jonathan was still here," Old Hopper said, shaking his head wistfully. Jonathan was their only son, killed when the war with France first broke out, nearly fifteen years ago. "Such a blessin', children, so why the Lord sees fit to take 'em away, I don't know..."

"Quit bein' so maudlin, you daft old fool," Mrs. Hopper gently chided. "Master Edward needn't hear such things, not when him and his lady are expectin'. How is Lady Christine then?" This was directed at Edward, who was reaching for a scone.

"She's well, thank you," he said, though with some uncertainty. The truth was that Christine was nervous about the birth of their first child, and that, in turn, made him nervous, so he had to find any excuse to get out of the house, for anything and everything he did irritated her now. He would've liked to stay close, but, after Christine had snapped at him "I don't need you to hold my hand every time I walk down the stairs, Edward, I'm not made of glass!", he knew he had to find some peace, for both of their sakes.

At that moment, there was a commotion from outside, and a boy burst into the barn. It was young Will, one of Edward's footmen, his hair all tousled, his face pink with excitement and effort. "Your lordship!" he exclaimed, breathless. Will, like most of the young servants, still had trouble addressing Edward by his first name with the same ease as the older ones. "Mrs. Wayne sent me—to tell you—that—" Here the boy bent double, trying to catch some air.

"Tell me what? Come off it, man!"

"—that it's—it's—" Now his stammering was due more to shyness rather than breathlessness. "It's—starting, my lord," finally he finished.

"What's starting?" Edward asked, mystified.

Mrs. Hopper put a hand on his arm. "I think the boy meant Lady Christine's labor," she said gently.

Edward turned to Will, eyes wide. The boy nodded, flushed with pride for having delivered such important news. Edward threw down the scone and bolted out of the barn, and Will scrambled to follow behind, as the Hoppers looked on, smiling indulgently.

***

Edward saw the gig of Dr. Sinclair in the stable yard of Hurstfield Hall and felt a bit easier. Running inside, he found the house suspiciously quiet. He hadn't known what to expect - for all his association with reform-minded ladies, childbirth was not something he was familiar with. It was not a topic often discussed in salons and drawing-rooms, no matter how liberal they were. Still, he'd thought there would be maids scurrying to and fro and the doctor shouting for hot water and clean towels. Or was it clean water and hot towels?

As he hovered by the door leading to the staircase, unsure if he should go up or not, Mrs. Wayne, the housekeeper, came down.

"How is she? When has it begun? Has Dr. Sinclair been here long?" he asked, shrugging off his coat. Before Mrs. Wayne could answer, he heard a scream of pain, almost inhuman in its intensity, from upstairs and rushed toward it. Mrs. Wayne had to hold him back.

"Calm down, Master Edward," she said, taking his coat. "Dr. Sinclair and the midwife are up there wi' her now. They're takin' good care of her. You best get yersel' out of those boots and wash yer hands first. It'll take some time. The first child always does."

***

It did take a long time. The screams of pain became, if possible, louder and wilder, like knives twisting in Edward's guts, then, even more frighteningly, they became weaker, more like moaning or whimpering, as if Christine could no longer find the voice or the strength to cry out. Several times Edward rose from his seat just on the other side of the door, trying to get inside, only to be politely but firmly barred from it by the midwife and the doctor. Clearly, they believed a husband had no business in the birthing room. Mrs. Wayne brought up some food and drink, but his stomach felt like it was on fire and he couldn't eat anything. If he had been a smoker, he might've burned the carpet down with the ashes from his cigars, but he had given up smoking after marrying Christine, for she disliked the smell. He even started praying, but he had never been much of a praying type, and he didn't know what to say except for "God, please help them", and then, as the hours dragged on, "God, please help her", as he no longer thought of the child, only wanting Christine's agony to end.

When darkness began to fall, Dr. Sinclair finally emerged from the room, his face gray and drawn. Edward jumped up, then backed down again when the doctor shook his head. "I'm afraid her ladyship is having a difficult time of it, my lord. The child is not lying well, and they're both weak."

Edward could feel blood draining from his body, leaving it icy cold. "What are you saying?"

"I shall try my utmost, but you may have to make a choice—"

"Save my wife," he said, before the doctor could finish. "Whatever you do, try to save my wife."

Dr. Sinclair shot him a look. It wasn't an answer he was accustomed to receiving, Edward knew. He and Christine had discussed this. It was a difficult conversation, and Christine had balked at the idea, but having grown up without a mother, Edward had tried to convince her of how difficult it would be for a child.

"It wouldn't be like that for our child," she'd protested. "You would be there for him. Or her."

"Yes. But I'd much rather have you with me. We can have other children. But there is only one you." And at that, she had finally acquiesced. Yet, for all their discussion and preparation, Edward would never dream that it would actually come to this...

"May I see her?" he asked.

This time the doctor nodded.

***

Christine didn't realize that a person could feel so much pain and not die. It was as if all the cramps of her monthly Curse from the past nine months, and even before that, had accumulated into an ocean of pain, washing over her in waves after relentless waves, flooding every fiber of her being, drowning her, the brief moments of reprieve so fleeting that they were all swallowed up by those waves. The doctor had given her copious amount of laudanum, and she sunk into a fog somewhere between half-awake and half-dreaming, drifting amongst ghastly, shadowy things that howled and hissed and clawed and ripped at her, drifting with no anchor, drifting until they tore her apart.

Then the anchor came - a familiar hand in hers, strong, warm fingers holding her own quivering ones in place, a soft voice calling her name. She forced herself out of the fog and saw her husband's face coming into focus amongst the flickering candles, pale with concern, but still smiling that smile she loved so much. "Sorry I'm late, sweetheart," he said, brushing his lips over her clammy forehead, her sweat-tangled hair.

She tried to smile back at him, but her smile died before it reached the corner of her lips. She lifted a hand toward him, only for it to fall back on the counterpane. "Do I have something in my hair?" he said, reaching up and pulling out a bit of hay from his brown curls, which he always wore too long. Christine briefly wondered if the child, the child that refused to be born, would have Edward's brown hair or her gold.

She wanted to speak but her voice had gone hoarse. Eventually, she managed to croak out, "The letters."

"What did you say?" Edward asked.

"The letters. Read them."

His face changed, fear coming into his eyes. "No. Not yet."

Christine felt another wave of pain cresting, threatening to sweep her away. "Read them. Promise?"

He swallowed hard, his lips trembling. "I promise."

A shadow fell over them. It was Dr. Sinclair, touching Edward on the shoulder. "My lord, I think you ought to step outside now."

"No, let me stay with her, please. She needs me." His fingers gripped hers more tightly, but Christine tried to pull away. Once before, Edward had lifted her out of a world of pain and death. He might not be able to do it again this time, not when there were two of them to be saved. She didn't want him around to see this.

"Go," she whispered, then his hand slipped from hers and the wave engulfed her again.

***

Edward felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him awake. He sat up from the chair where he'd been for nearly twenty-four hours, blinking blearily, rubbing out a crick on his neck. Mrs. Wayne was looking down at him, with Dr. Sinclair standing by her side. The moment Edward made out their expression in the gray morning light, his heart stopped cold in his chest for a second, then started hammering. They all wore the same somber, sorrowful look of funeral attendees. There was blood on Mrs. Wayne's usually spotless apron, and blood on Dr. Sinclair's hand.

"What's happened?" he asked in a shaky voice.

"Oh, Master Edward—" Mrs. Wayne blurted out, tears streaming down her face.

"We've done everything we could, my lord..." Dr. Sinclair said, bending his salt-and-pepper head.

"What's happened to my wife?!"

"Her ladyship will recover, God willing," the doctor said. "But the child..."

Edward didn't hear the rest of the doctor's sentence. He staggered into the bedroom. There, lying amongst blood-splattered sheets, was Christine, as white as the sheets themselves, her eyes wide and unblinking, though her chest still rose and fell with a shallow breath. In the corner of the room, the midwife, sniffling and wiping at her eyes, was wrapping something tiny and gray into a towel.

***

Later, he didn't know how much later, for he had lost all sense of time, Edward went into his study and dug through the top drawer of his desk for the two letters that he had put there for safekeeping, three weeks ago. They were addressed to "My Edward" and "My child" in Christine's neat, elegant hand. When she put them into his hands, Edward had tried to laugh it off, but she had made him solemnly vow to open them in the event she didn't survive childbirth. It was a cruel irony that she hadn't prepared for the possibility that she would survive, but their child didn't.

Gathering up the letters, he returned to the bedroom. Dr. Sinclair had left. Before leaving, the doctor had tried to tell Edward something about complications and how future pregnancies might be affected, but he was no longer listening. Now the midwife was going too, bobbing a curtsey to him as she went out. Her eyes were still red. Edward found himself wondering why she kept working as a midwife, if the sight of a dead child affected her so. She must have seen so many of them. But perhaps it never became easier, no matter how often it occurred.

He went to sit by the bed and held Christine's hand, as he had done once before, back when he hadn't known how much she would come to mean to him. Mrs. Wayne came in and offered to switch places with him so he could eat something or have some rest, but he refused. There would be things to take care of, a burial to organize, all the pretty little things that Christine and Mrs. Wayne and the maids had made, as well as a crib sent all the way from Naples by Christine's mother, to be put away. But they could wait. For now, he only wanted to be with his wife, just the two of them.

It was dark again when Christine's eyes fluttered open. How small, how wasted she looked! He was used to seeing her brilliant blue eyes light up whenever they rested on him, but now they remained faded, like the sky over the Dales during the winter months, obscured by fog and rain.

"Did you see him?" she asked, her voice muted. Him. It was a boy.

Edward could only nod. He had seen plenty of death in all his time on the farms. Lambs born dead, sheep and dogs and other animals killed by diseases or accidents or predators. Even a person or two. But faced with the death of his own child, his son, he hadn't been able to comprehend it, the pain, the injustice of it. Could it even be said that the child had died, when he had never lived, when he hadn't even drawn a breath? No. That wasn't true. He had lived. For nine months he had lived, in his mother's belly and his father's mind, in both of their hearts. And now he had died.

Edward wondered if it was his fault. Should he have told Dr. Sinclair to save the child instead? Should he have insisted on staying with Christine? Would his presence have given her the strength to save their son? They would never know.

"I'm so sorry," Christine said.

"Sorry for what?" Edward bent down to her.

"I shouldn't have agreed to let Dr. Sinclair save me."

Edward's heart twisted. It was bad enough for him to think these things. He wouldn't let Christine go down that path as well. "No. Don't say that. Don't even think that."

But she wasn't listening. "How can I live, when our son died? What kind of a mother would I be? What kind of a wife am I?" Her face crumpled, and she tried to curl in on herself, but her body went stiff, and a choked-back groan escaped her.

Edward climbed into bed and gathered her into his arms. He didn't dare to hold her too tightly, for fear of hurting her, so he let her rest on him, while her tears soaked into his shirt. His chest ached with his own unshed tears, but he told himself he must stay strong for her. He reached into his pocket for the letters, opened the one addressed to him first, and started reading out loud.

"My beloved Edward, I know you must be grieving right now, and you're no doubt throwing your whole being into it, just as with everything you do, but I implore you..."

"What are you doing?" Christine asked, her voice muffled against his chest.

"I promised I would read the letters. So I'm reading them."

"Not to me. They're for you, and—and—" And the child that they would never know.

"Just listen, will you?" He cleared his throat, and continued. "... but I implore you not to dwell on it. Please take care of our child. Teach him or her to be kind, and honest, and brave, as you are. Tell him or her about me. You're a much better storyteller than I, I know you will do me justice. Please continue to live and love with all your heart, as I would like to think of you. And if you think of me, please think of me out in the garden, amongst the flowers and the trees, watching you always, with love. Christine."

"Edward..."

"No, please, let me finish. I know this one is not for me, but please listen." He opened the other letter. "My dearest child, I am sorry I cannot be here to say these words to you myself. Please know that I love you, I have loved you even before I knew you, and I will always love you. Please be a comfort to your father. He can be exasperating sometimes"—here he paused and looked at Christine with a wry grin—"Do you really find me exasperating?"

"Only sometimes," she said, and a ghost of a smile crossed her lips.

"...but everything he does comes from a place of love and sincerity. Think of me fondly. Your mother." He put the letters down and lifted her hand, kissing it, then kissing her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. He tasted tears, hers or his, he did not know. "This is the kind of wife you are, Christine Connyngham Munson. This is the kind of mother you would be. And shall be. Full of love and always thinking of others, even when you're not around. So stop blaming yourself. I won't hear of it."

Christine let out a sob, and was still again. They lay together like that, with his arms around her and his head cradled on his chest, while the crib stood empty in the corner of the room, until the gray spring dawn broke again outside the windows.

Chapter 2

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twobraincellkentwell · 1 year ago

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Conditions of Death

[A Game Called Revenge]

Part One

Series Masterlist Part Two

Summary: Clio's revenge has been planned out perfectly ever since the words existing victors left the president's mouth. Nothing will go wrong and everyone she will finally get what they deserve. For revenge is a dish best served drenched in the blood of those who try to stop you.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the nature of content in some of the chapters. Not really any warnings relevant for this chapter except if you count President Snow. He deserves his own warning.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my shortest chapter but a quick introduction to Clio (and AU Cato) who is my baby after writing her for the longest time! I have no upload schedule yet but I am hoping for maybe once a week or fortnight? Lemme know what you think :)

The last time there was a Quarter Quell, Clio hadn't even been born yet. She had never sat down and watched President Snow announce to the nation the conditions of death. One of her earliest memories is sitting between her father's legs, her sister between their mother's, eyes fixed on the small television screen in their muted living room as the sixty-second Hunger Games begins. She can recall being fascinated by the blinding shimmer of the clothes that the Capitol citizens wore, and how different and otherworldly they seemed when compared to the tributes', and the fabrics worn by the women in two. Horrified but also intrigued by the incredibly violent end to the summer of viewing; an exhausted young girl using her teeth as her deadliest weapon.

Her parents enrolled her into the Peacekeeper Preparatory School in the September of that year, five months after her fifth birthday; living and training five days per week in giant training halls while being taught how to read in between her session times. All her spare minutes were split between improving her stamina, her fitness levels and her fighting technique with the occasional weekend spent teaching herself about the stars, admiring the sky as it twinkled in the shadow of the mountains.

She wonders, as Cato fidgets with the settings on the television, if the announcement of the latest Quarter Quell makes him think of his childhood the way it makes her think back to hers. Whether it causes Enobaria, whose house three doors down remains undisturbed, to reflect on her games; whether it leads Brutus to think back to the last quell, since he was secure in his status as a victor by then; whether they each look back on the important moments of their lives as the nation anticipates this year's twist.

The television displays Caesar Flickerman, decked in bright orange, hosting a press release surrounding the Victory Tour of the 74th games. Clio is not surprised at the way he fawns over the two new victors from twelve, and she's not surprised that they don't air the footage of their visits to Two and Eleven; clips from Four and Five are also missing from the reel as the footage jumps about. She'd heard about the unrest that occurred in Eleven after their speech, about the riots that broke out in the streets after she solemnly reflected on her relationship with the fallen female tribute. She'd witnessed her own distrust in the both of them in Two. Having met the most recent victors only twice and both only briefly, she doesn't trust the two of them as far as she can throw them. Something about their attitude rubs her the wrong way. It follows with footage of a wedding dress shoot for none other than Katniss Everdeen herself. Nauseated, Clio reaches for a sip of water before settling back on the sofa.

Suddenly, Panem's anthem blares from the television, and Cato is beside her on the sofa offering her his hand. The camera pans away from Caesar and onto President Snow who stands behind an ornate rostrum and grimaces as he begins to address the nation.

"Ladies and gentleman," He begins as the crowd erupts with cheers. "Since its conception, the Hunger Games has served to honour the memory of those who perished in the uprising against our nation's Capitol. In addition to the traditional games that have been held for seventy-four consecutive years, we acknowledge and mark the quarterly anniversary of the uprising with the Quarter Quell."

They listen intently as Snow continues highlighting the significance of the previous quarter quells. "On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to any remaining rebels that their choice to incite violence on the Capitol, each district was made to cast votes to elect the tributes sent to represent them."

Clio and Cato glance out of the bay window in the row of occupied houses of Victor's Village. Several of District Two's tributes had emerged victorious prior to the twenty-fifth year. They would have not only been forced to watch this announcement but to vote on that decision. Not that this would have particularly impacted districts One or Two; their training programmes had been active by then. Granted, they wouldn't have been as sophisticated as in recent years but they existed nonetheless. Clio imagines that the decisions would have been much worse for Panem's poorer districts. She's never directly inquired about the how tributes sent in to the first Quarter Quell were decided amongst the career districts but with the training academies already established she's almost certain that the strongest in their class were picked as usual. And with the win secured by a man from Two, one if the oldest mentors in the Academy, she knows she probably should get round to asking him.

The two revert their attention to the screen as Snow carries on addressing the nation. "On the fiftieth anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died per Capitol death, the districts were required to send twice as many tributes into the games."

Clio can remember the tales she was told about the punishment dealt to the districts for the uprising. The stories of the picturesque fields that served as a battlefield for forty-eight teenagers in the fiftieth year; every inch of the arena as deadly as it was poisonous. The accounts of dishonour explained by the academy's trainers; immense career bloodshed at the expense of their district partners, the tributes treated as disgraces to their District for killing your district partner is the second most important rule in the Academy.

"Now, time to honour our third Quarter Quell."

The camera zooms out, a young boy clad in white stepping forward to offer the wooden box containing the single envelope which holds this quell's rules. President Snow removes the envelope from the box, allowing the boy to slice the red wax seal on the envelope with a solid gold letter opener.

There is silence in both the Capitol, and likely in most households in Panem. The nation holds its breath as they await the fate that befalls their children. The president's eyes scan the paper whilst the letter is opened, as he continues his speech.

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the capitol." He pauses for dramatic effect, looking directly into the camera, "On this, the third quarter quell game, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district."

Clio's mouth drops open. It takes a few minutes for the words to sink in and for her to realise the gravity of the situation. Existing pool of victors means there's a chance she has to go back in that arena. Victors means there will be no volunteers this time. "When I said I'd do it again, I didn't mean like this." She whispers to herself.

She knows she has about a one in five chance of returning into an arena. District Two has five female victors. Twenty percent, she thinks. The more she lets herself dwell on her chances, the more rage she feels building up inside of her. Pushing herself to stand, she reaches towards the vase filled with white roses sitting on the glass coffee table in the centre of her living room, she launches it at the wall with much more force than necessary. The coffee table doesn't last much longer either; the item nearest to Cato is driven through the glass table top, shattering it all over the floor as he rises to his feet.

She can hear doors being flung open all throughout Victor's Village, and the sound of chatter outside grows louder as the victors file out into the cul-de-sac; migrating towards the dark, wrought iron gates at the bottom of their little village. Each of the victors have left their pure-white painted mansions by now, except the two latest victors who remain at a stand-still as they look at each other.

Forcing herself to calm her breathing, she takes a gulp from her crystal glass and finds herself moving towards the door. As soon as the couple emerge from the mansion, a series of small shuffling sounds can be heard as the other victors swarm around the two. Clio surveys them all and her stomach drops as clarity gives her a sinking feeling. She's suddenly so aware of why Snow decided on having victors re-represent the Districts; and who he's going to have represent District Two.

"I don't want anyone volunteering for me." She calmly expresses, silencing the pack of victors nearby as she swallows. She's lying though. If anyone were to volunteer for her she wouldn't be opposed to it but she knows she has an image to maintain, a deadly reputation to upkeep.

"There's no way to say it will be you Clio." Brutus replies restlessly.

"There's loads of us to pick from." Lyme backs him up.

Clio sighs as she looks between the others, "They're going to want to make this year's games especially exciting." She pauses for a second, glancing at the mountains that loom over the district as she thinks about what the Capitol is trying to make happen this year. "They're eliminating all the rebels even if you aren't one. The only way to do that is to choose victors with a bond. Regardless of who goes in, we all know each other."

She watches as realisation registers in the faces of the crowd; how Brutus' brows furrow; how Enobaria's jaw clenches and how Cato's fingers intertwine with hers again. He doesn't vocalise his opinions on anyone volunteering in his place, and Clio finds her anger rising again at the thought of them having to compete together. They'd spent their entire lives building up to entering the Games together, learning each other's strengths and weaknesses from the age of eleven in preparation to kill each other to return back home; spared only by Enobaria coining them as the best tributes she'd mentored in years and convincing the others that it would be a waste of a victor to send the two of them in together. She's reminded of how she felt in the victors with a bond. Regardless of who goes in, we all know each other."

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Part Two. Series masterlist.

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nuxillu · 2 years ago

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Übergang ins Autogerechte. Jan 2023

Die moderne Stadt besteht zum eigtl. größten Teil aus Peripherie. Diese breiten Gürtel um die Zentren, in denen so langsam der Übergang in die Welt des Automoblis stattfindet.

In jungen Jahren bin ich Meile um Meile durch solche Todeszonen gelatscht, sei es in Turin oder Livorno, sei es in Kopenhagen oder Genf. An irgendeiner Raststätte, einer Auffahrt aus einem Wagen gepurzelt und dann gelaufen und gelaufen und gelaufen. Gelaufen!

Nicht bereit, etwas von den 10 Mark, die ich damals vielleicht als Reise-Tagesbudget hatte, in einen Bus oder ein Taxi zu versenken.

Wichtige Erfahrung, mal so richtig geworfen und Subjekt und allein und verlassen zu sein in einer nichts als abweisenden, unausdenkbar häßlichen Fremde.

Unsere linken Neusprech-Regierungen plappern zwar immer von den öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln, aber tatsächlich ist ohne Auto, jenseits der Städte, nichts als Wüste. Die starken und kräftigen Typen können ein bißchen was mit dem Rädchen machen. Vor allem im flachen Norden. Aber so richtig leben kann man ohne Wagen auch dort nicht.

Unter unseren Aktivistix-Regierungen schrumpft der Öffentliche Nahverkehr auf dem Lande schneller als der Eisgürtel der Arktis. Das ist den grünen Gänseblümchen wahrscheinlich gar nicht bewußt, weil sie selten über den eigenen Kragenspeck hinausdenken. Ganz konzentriert auf ihre speziellen politischen Hobbies wie Hautfarbensortierung, Geschlechterkram, Islamistenverstehen usw. Und alles, was außerhalb der Millionenstädte lebt, halten sie sowieso für bescheuert.

Sollte man mal als Fortbildungs-Aufgabe für Parlamentarier anbieten: “Fahren Sie mit öffentlichen Verkehrsmitteln, an einem einzigen Werktag, die 20km von Koblenz am Rhein nach Hundsdorf im Westerwald. Und zurück.”

Ich wette, ohne Sänftenträger schafften sie nichtmal die Hin-Tour. Und solche Dummschwätzer wollen den Leuten das Autofahren verbieten.

Dazu unsere Medien und meine Mitmenschen, die ganzen Fernseh-Ratschen, die scheinpromovierten Rundfunk-Wissenschaftler, die ganze intellektuelle Völkerballmannschaft, alle labern sie den Blödsinn mit.

Und weil es grade Thema ist, würde mich ja mal interessieren, wie die ganze Black-Friday-Mischpoke samt ihrem Sperrmüll nach “Lützi” Lützerath auf den Kohleflöz gekommen ist. Bestimmt nicht mit “den Öffies”, den Rucksack voller “Mollies”. Dieser ganze Biene Maja Baby MaliBuchi Scheiß geht mir sowas von auf den Zeiger.

Ich könnt den ganzen Tag verfassungschutzrelevant delegitimieren, so blöd sind se alle, diese Follow the Science-Idioten und ihre Musik-Kanal-Wissenschaftler in Bärchen-Pantoffeln. Ich bin mir sicher, irgendwo findet sich ein PR-Bildchen im Toggolino-Stil von Frau Dr. Mai-tie Kim Ngyen. Im Bienenkostüm mit süßen Fühlerchen auf dem Kopf. (Das Wort “putzig” ist von mir selbst unter Strafandrohung in meinen Passiv-Wortschatz verbannt. Und selbst da brennt es mir ein Loch ins Gehirn.)

Man muß heutzutage ja wirklich grüner Vollnazi oder zumindest aktiver, entschlossener Mitläufer sein, um nicht dem Verfassungsschutz aufzufallen. Kann doch kein Mensch mit Restverstand ertragen, was gegenwärtig läuft.

Zum wiederholten Male, auch wenn ich nicht Cato bin: Meine Enkel und Großnichten später sollen wissen, daß Onkel Max damals nicht mitgemacht hat. Ich druck meine Ergüsse aus und leg sie in die Familienbibel.

Irgendwo ins Alte Testament, an eine Stelle, wo es so richtig knallt. Wo man noch nicht vor jedem dahergelaufenen Tyrannen gekuscht hat. 1 Samuel 18 oder so: Der strahlende, zukünftige König David kehrt mit den Vorhäuten* der getöteten Feinde aus der Schlacht zurück.

-- * Auch ne Sauerei, aber irgendwie muß man zu Hause, vor den staunenden Mädchen ja beweisen, daß man ein großer Krieger ist. Und sauberer und weniger Schlepperei als die Sache mit den Skalps oder gar den ganzen Schädeln, die unsere keltischen Vorfahren ihren armen Pferden in die Mähne flochten, ist es allemal. Außerdem: Häng mal zweihundert halbverweste Schädel an Dein Pony.

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musikblog · 2 years ago

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MusikBlog präsentiert My Baby Wer da? My Baby, eine niederländisch-neuseeländische Indie-Elektro-Pop-Band aus Amsterdam. Und was machen die so für ‘nen Sound? Der Promozettel sagt: “Ein von Blues und Slide-Gitarre geprägter Sound, gemischt mit psychedelischen Riffs und Rises, die engelsgleiche, gleichzeitig raue und gefühlvolle Stimme von Sängerin Cato van Dijk sowie pumpende und eindringliche organische Beats. Die Band mischt die […] #MyBaby https://www.musikblog.de/2022/12/musikblog-praesentiert-my-baby/

#Elektro-Pop #Indie-Pop #News

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mittir-the-bitter · 2 years ago

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Got any new details abt that florist Avocato au? I mean, i think i saw a fanart of you (don't remember if it was here or on insta) where Avocato is dressed as a flosrist and is kinda like a happy 'Avocato never joined the war and has a normal and happy life with his family' au.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL SORRY FOR REPLYING TO THIS LATE, IVE LITERALLY HAD 0 MOTIVATION TO RESPOND TO THIS NOR THE TIME 💀💀

Plus I don’t wanna say a lot cause spoilers so I’m just go and writes down some bullets for you *cracks fingers*

-Like I mentioned before, Avocato has siblings that are two twins that are older then him, his sister “Furrte” and his brother “Purrsea”

-Avo has a pretty good relationship with his older sister but his brother…well…let’s just say…not the greatest in the slightest since Purrsea is the definition of a dick lmao

-I changed Little Cato’s backstory a bit and his bio parents and decided to make his biological mother a better person, basically she used to work at Avo’s old florist shop and was also in a really shitty relationship too and had to give little Cato up since she was unable to take care of him in the abusive environment, so she went to Avocato since she had enough trust for him to take care of her baby

-I also thought that maybe Avo could have fertile issues in this au and has a hard time having kids, which is one of the big reasons he decided to adopt little Cato

#🌈asks #tw abuse mention #tw abuse #tw fertility

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butterflyscribbles · 4 years ago

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Just two dads at the beach soakin up the last of the summer rays with their boy☀️

#final space #gary goodspeed #little cato #avocato #dadspeed #avodado #baby cato au #inspired by those pics of rdj and chris hemsworth with their kids on the beach lol

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kasumingo · 5 years ago

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#final space #little cato #avocato #my art #tried to make it pastely but my brain can't make it out #baby cato au

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clatoera · 10 months ago

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🧸 🫂 💄 🌟 for Clove!!

BESTIE I WAS SO EXCITED TO DO THIS I HAD TO WAIT BECUAS EI WANTED TO MAKE SURE I GOT IT RIGHT!!

These are always in ARWBFB AU bc...I said so :)

Thank you thank you i'm so excited to do this.

🧸 A headcanon about their childhood

-As we know..Clove was raised by a grandmother who resented her and a father who pretended she didn't exist because that was more convenient for him. The resentment of her grandmother, and her often absent guardianship, is why Clove learned to cook at an early age. She was four and a half when she figured out how to crawl onto the counter top and reach the bread and peanut butter, and she subsisted on peanut butter sandwiches for weeks at a time. Her grandmother never questioned when her seven year old grandchild knew how to make fried eggs before school, or when she was ten and would walk by with pan grilled chicken on a plate. She did, however, get questions when eight year old Clove discovered grocery shopping. She came home from school with a backpack full of ingredients for spaghetti, and it isn't until she is walking past later that her grandmother realized she didn't even have noodles int he house that morning. She's self sufficient.

🫂 A friendship headcanon

Cato was Clove's best friend their entire lives. That's well known by anyone who spent more than half a minute with them. However, once Cato's title switches from best friend to something much much more, it is Glimmer who ultimately does claim the role of her best friend. And While Clove would like to pretend she isn't... she is absolutely her best friend. Clove's love language somehow becomes cooking after the war, when all her friends (her family) chose to pile into her home and ask for meals. She pretends it irritates her, but really, it lowkey makes her feel good. In fact, when Glimmer calls her in the middle of the night (or Marvel calls for Glimmer, because she doesn't want to bother Clove) when she's pregnant or has new babies Clove bitches and complains to Cato but she goes every. single. time. (Cato goes too, even on the middle of the night trek to D1, he isn't passing up his chance to hold babies, like it's not fair she gets to go do it just because she's useful). Her love for those friends runs so deep, her loyalty goes so deep, that when the children of her friends are old enough to eat real people food she is over there weekly making them new things to try. She isn't even asked to do so.

💄 An appearance headcanon

Clove was absolutely teased for her size. Compared to D2 girls she is training and competing against she is significantly smaller than most of them in all ways. She is severely underestimated and as a result had to develop that fierceness we all know in love. Not only is she underestimated by girls, she is ignored by boys who do not look at her too long in the way they do the other girls their own age (which, she doesn't mind, she's not interested anyway). It is not until she is an adult that she finds out that the reason those boys never looked at her too long is not because of her size or the way she looks, but because Cato had threatened to break the neck of anyone who did (jealous jealous jealous possessive boy).

🌟 A headcanon about their desires/wishes

Clove's biggest wish/desire/goal her entire life was to go into the games and win. However, once she achieves this, she realizes that she has never, not once, thought about what comes after. It is somewhat of an identity crisis, even more so years after the war when the games were no more. Clove does not know who she is other than a trainee for the games. It is such a dilemma after the games ends. She never even thought about getting a pet. Once she achieved her goal..she was a little lost.

Thank you thank you THANK you my friend this was SO FUN! @bodyelectric77. I love my girly pop.

#arwbfb tag #clato #cato and clove #clove tag #arwbfb au #clove kentwell

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metamorphicrocky · 5 years ago

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is the little cato au still active? if so, could i get some more angsty headcanons?

baby cato au is ALWAYS active but I've just been busy with college lol. but yes you absolutely can get more angsty headcanons

Little Cato is still sort of traumatized from the time when his father almost killed him for the Lord Commander, and after the whole possession thing trusting his dad is hard for him. but he also loves Avocato so it's a difficult situation, but there are moments where he asks if his dad is gonna try to kill him again and it breaks Avocato's heart that he's messed up with his son so badly

being a little kid who's separated from his family for a year while being captured means the poor kid is severely touch starved. that's why he always clings to Gary, because he just wants to feel grounded and he needs the touch badly

sometimes after Gary calms down Little Cato after a breakdown or something, Gary sets him down to rest and then has his own because he feels like he's only making things worse for the kid, and bringing him into final space definitely isn't helping him feel like a better dad

Little Cato preferring Gary over Avocato makes both dads feel guilty, and Gary tries really hard to get Little Cato to trust Avo again because he really feels like he replaced his best friend and that wasn't what he wanted to do at all and he worries that it'll ruin his friendship with Avocato. but he also doesn't want Little Cato to think that he's trying to leave him or anything when he tries to get him to be with Avocato more

Gary and Sheryl have a rocky relationship to say the least. Sheryl watches Gary with the kid and kinda feels jealous and confused over how he does all of that with a kid that isn't his. so sometimes she says one-off comments to Gary like "you're being too soft on him" or "he's getting away with that?" and other things that are just jabs at how he's not doing a good job. it builds up and keeps happening until finally Gary just blows up on his mom saying that she has no right to judge his parenting decisions when she's never had a day of parenting in her life. but then when he's done yelling he just breaks down because he wonders if she's right and that he's a terrible parent and Sheryl is there for the whole thing

continuing that, Little Cato walks in during Gary's breakdown where he's crying and tries to comfort him. Gary keeps on trying to put on a strong face for the kid but then Little Cato is just like "you say it's okay to cry all the time to me, so you can cry too, dad." that's when Sheryl realizes she messed up, when the kid does something that she knows is a good thing and is a direct result of Gary being a good dad

#sorry it's a short list but more will come soon when the semester ends in a few weeks #final space #gary goodspeed #little cato #avocato #sheryl goodspeed #baby cato au #dadspeed #avodad

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uhohitsdorian · 4 years ago

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Everyday I simp and I simp and get further from the sweet light of sense anyway here’s a redraw of human Cato he’s fat and I’m gay alright

[Image: a digital drawing of Cato, a chubby, androgynous boy with dark brown skin, dark blue eyes, and dark curly hair, dyed pale rose gold towards the tips. He wears a dark brown, patterned crop top with lacy sleeves, matching wedges, short blue denim shorts with a pale lace pattern at the seam, large hoop earrings and a small, heart-shaped key on a cord around his neck. His arms are folded over his chest, and he looks off to one side, unamused. He stands on a blue background with a patterned purple gradient. End ID.]

#D&D #Art #Drow #Warlock #AU #Cato Ilstard #ID #Cast list #The Pictures of Dorian They #10.10 #2020 #Does this even deserve search tags it’s so purely self indulgent and all of you can yell at me for simping so purely and recklessly on main #Fuck it he looks cute and you’re going to look at my baby

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metamorphicrocky · 5 years ago

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AAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! THANK YOU!!!! HE'S SO FUCKIN LITTLE

@metamorphicrocky your baby cato au has me soft and emotional thank you

#ugh this broke me #I literally almost started screaming out loud but I had to suffocate myself to not wake people up #BUT AAAAAA THIS IS LITERALLY SO CUTE #YOUR ART IS SO FANTASTIC AND NOW I'M DECEASED #Gary losing it over his son is PERFECTION #and him holding him.....hohhhhh my god my HEART #final space #dadspeed #baby cato au

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 2 years ago

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Ok so because of this dream I haven’t stopped thinking about an AU where Monica and Miguel between S1 and S2 adopt a little baby boy, so Luna has a little brother all season. So now, I imagine some things that would’ve happened in S2 if there was a little baby there (also I named him Alonso - because that was the name that he had in my dream)

Luna sitting in her room and her mother coming in with Alonso, saying ”someone wanted to wish their big sister a good night 😚” and Luna snuggles with him

One time Alonso crawls away and Luna chases him to the living room. ��mbar is the only one there at the moment and Luna runs in and picks him up. She apologizes for him coming in, and Ámbar is like ”No, it’s fine. Actually, bring him to me, I don’t think we have properly interacted.”

So Luna hands him to Ámbar, to which he starts to lick Ámbar’s hand. Luna is like ”that means he likes you” and Ámbar is like ”😀 Ah. Well. Cute 🙂 You can have him now”

It’s actually pretty often Alonso just crawls away, and one day he crawls into the hallway when Ámbar just arrives home. She is mad at Luna for some reason and just as she’s about to go up to her room, she notices Alonso and is like ”Ah. Hello. Maybe it’s gonna be easier to get Luna in trouble than I thought”

No one can find Alonso. They search everywhere. Luna gets worried because he was just in the kitchen? Monica and Miguel try to not freak out too much, but they are very worried. Tino and Cato try to help and search random places like the trash can and inside cabinets. They are all afraid something has happened to him

But in real life, Ámbar ”kidnapped” him to her room. He literally just sits on her bed vibing as she has monolouge in her mirror. It’s unclear what her plan is, but she then goes towards him with a sinister look on her face. She’s about to say something evil or whatever, but she can’t help to start baby talking with him. Because he’s so cute!! How can someone related to Lunita be so darn adorable??

But just as she’s having the baby cuddle of her life, Sharon bursts into the room and is like ”WHAT are you doing with the staff’s infant?!”

When Ámbar don’t have a proper reply, Sharon literally grabs him and carries him down the stairs, with a worried Ámbar behind her. Sharon then calls for Rey and is like ”return the infant to his parents. Ámbar, go to your room”

Also every time Rey holds Alonso, Alonso either throws up or uses his diaper. Because Rey just has that luck.

There’s a scene (or two) where Alonso crawls into Luna’s room on his own and she’s like ”hey hermanito do you wanna help me”, and then she lets him sit in her lap while she looks at a paper or her laptop.

He also once falls asleep in her bed, and then she also falls asleep. Their parents come inside and doesn’t dare to wake either of them.

Ámbar tries to use him as a way to let Simón see she is a caring person, and then he starts crying for whatever reason so Simbar teamworks to make him happy again. They get closer after this

Alonso loves Simón and there’s scenes where Simón puts on his beanies on the baby - and they are too big so it just looks like a giant moving beanie. Also, Simón sings songs on his guitar in front of Alonso

Luna sings in front of him too, a lot. Sometimes Simón accompanies her on guitar.

But Alonso dislikes Matteo. He always cries the few times Matteo tries to hold him, he bites him and just always whines whenever he’s near him.

It’s to the point that Matteo once was like ”Hey i’m gonna date your sister, and you better accept it. We need to get along, cause we might be in-laws” and Alonso just throws a toy in his face

Of course, some scenes where he’s just gonna take a nap and someone (Tino and Cato) just seems to be loud all the time so Miguel and Monica are like ”😬 please be quiet”

Luna feels like she has a connection with Alonso, since they’re both adopted. She talks a lot with him about it.

Even Sharon in the end can’t help to grow fond of the little boy. She’s first a bit intimated by him, simply by the fact that he reminds her of baby Sol.

However, one day, Alonso crawls away and ends up right next to Sharon as she sits and drinks coffee in the garden. Luna runs after him and gets nervous when she sees where has crawled - Sharon will probably yell at her or her parents. So she starts apologizing for him interrupting her.

But Sharon just goes ”Nothing to worry about. I have met infants like him before”. She then gives her a weirdly knowing smile and picks him up. For a small moment, she just stares at him, as if she doesn’t want to let him go. But then she slowly hands him to Luna. As Luna walks away with him, Sharon sighs. She suddenly gets flashbacks of baby Sol and starts feeling… nostalgic. But in an off way because it’s Sharon.

Then, one day Alonso naps in the kitchen, so Monica could watch him while cooking. But as she goes to get something in another room, Alonso wakes up and is a bit cranky. Sharon then comes into the kitchen after hearing the crying. She looks at him and smiles. ”My niece was always cranky after waking up after her naps as well. I always had something that helped. Maybe it will work as well on you as it did on your sister.” She then just takes him and carries him to the living room.

Monica comes back and frowns - she swore she heard him cry, and now he isn’t here. Who took him?

Meanwhile, Ámbar just comes home and the first thing she sees is Sharon sitting on the couch and baby talking with Alonso. She stands there like ”🧍🏼‍♀️” until Sharon notices her. She just smiles at Ámbar and goes ”he just reminds me of you” (since this is still the time when she tricks Ámbar into thinking she’s Sol Benson). However, Ámbar feels slightly off about it.

Miguel comes into the room and sees his son on the couch. He’s like ”I am sorry, did he disturb you?” and Sharon is like ”Not at all 🥰 I heard him make a fuss and got reminded of my niece😌 He reminds me a lot about her”

And Ámbar feels like this is very off so she just grabs Alonso like ”ok, but well, sorry if you had to look for him”. As Miguel leaves, Ámbar looks at Sharon, who still smiles a bit too much. Ámbar then goes away, feeling like something was not quite right.

Luna brings Alonso to the park once. He just sits in a stroller while she roller skates around.

Nina, Jim and Yam are absolutely crazy about Alonso. When Luna brought him to the park, all three of them were also there, and the moment they saw him they just went ”😮 YOU BROUGHT YOUR BABY BROTHER!! 😍🥹��

They literally focus more on cooing at him than watching Luna skate

Alonso takes his first steps when he’s alone with Luna and someone else. Luna talks to Nina, Simón or Ámbar and just mentions something like ”Sometimes you just gotta take that step” - and then Alonso just stands up and takes his first steps. Very cliche but also it would happen

#now I wanna see what he would be like in s3 #even though in my dream he just disappeared in S3 #anyway ever since that dream I’ve been obsessed with this concept sjjsdkidiekw #never thought about it before but as soon as the dream came to me I just haven’t stopped thinking about it #soy luna

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