#cal: 001

[dahliayoung]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fromharbor ( calahan macarthy ) WHERE: caffélicious on open mic night

Caffélicious was done up for open mic night, the soft glow of string lights casting a warm hue across the café. The crowd that had gathered for the show was buzzing with chatter as people sipped on their drinks and enjoyed the night’s entertainment. Dahlia was up next and sat at the corner of small, makeshift stage near the window, tuning her guitar. She’d played at Caffélicious countless times, but it didn’t exactly do away with the pre-performance jitters she felt each time. Her name was called and she made her way onto the stage, introducing herself and then starting to play. The melody of her song came to life beneath her fingers, her voice quiet but clear as she started to sing. There were few familiar faces in the crowd, but Dahlia remained focused on the music. It was one of the songs she’d written recently, inspired by the many twists her life had taken lately. As she wrapped up her set, a round of applause filled the room, and Dahlia offered a grateful smile and nod before stepping down from the stage. She made her way over to the barista counter, her guitar now slung over her shoulder, in desperate need of a drink. Her order in hand, she turned to leave and nearly collided with a rather tall someone. The hot liquid in her cup sloshed around dangerously, but she managed to save it. “Shit, I’m so sorry about that!” she said, looking up to meet their gaze. “That was almost really bad.”

[eddiexcastro]

closed starter for @calxwallace location: cedar grill & lounge

With it being a slow day at the restaurant, the manager had sent some people home and Eddie had ended up helping out in the front as well ask cooking the orders that came through. Most of the people inside were locals and they all understood and hell, most even loved seeing Eddie out with them instead of cooped up in the back. He was chatting with a friend at the bar when he noticed Calliope come in and he smiled as he walked over to her. "Cal, hey. What can I get for you?"

[criticalfai1ure]

thinking abt jedi!bernie and her duty and how she takes it Very seriously when her master takes her on as padawan and how, if order 66 didn’t happen, she would’ve been on the cusp of recognising that maybe not *all* the jedi rules need to be followed to a T but how running for her life set her back a handful of years re: moral self-exploration.

thinking abt how the padawans and younglings that survived the purge are probably more likely than not to form those attachments over time / when they’re able to stop running long enough to Breathe.

[apocalyptixs]

Closed for @bitescal

Atlas was new to the community, fresh blood to the hunters, but it wasn't hard to pick up on the whispers if you listened closely enough. They thought they were entering a safe haven, a place where people had lived for years. Years. And the minute they walk through the door ( well, maybe not the minute they did, but practically ) someone had died and another had laid in the infirmary for who knew how long...

And it had all been planned?

Atlas had been pondering this as they walked down the pavement, having gotten up with the sun and enjoying a few moments of silence provided by the community. They were used to sleeping weird hours and short spurts. It has been a while now since they'd been behind safety of walls where they didn't have to worry about biters appearing around any corner.

Spotting another person up and about at this hour wasn't surprising, really; there seemed to be someone patrolling at all times, really, because that was how they kept this place safe. It was Calum who seemed to be the one stuck with the early shift this morning. Atlas cleared their throat, offering a half lazy wave. "You an early bird typically or just draw the short straw this morning?"

[ofmagiick]

#OFMAGIICK ✧･ﾟ ——— ❛   i ' m not in danger . i am THE DANGER !

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ * ☆ * ｡ ⋆ Ⓒ

[ofmagiick]

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[cricketcampbell]

for: @calhorowitz

where: seascape, nye

"Did you ever do that?" Cricket gestured with her chin towards the TV hanging above the bar, Andy Cohen and Anderson Cooper on it's display with a formed crowd huddled behind them. "Like the whole Time's Square New Year's Eve thing, I mean."

She knew that Cal had lived in New York before they'd move to Aurora Bay, but didn't know if he'd done so long enough to be potentially offended that she was asking if he'd participated in what she'd been told repeatedly by the several New York natives in her life was almost strictly tourist behavior.

"Sorry if that's so annoying and like, asking if you've been to the Statue of Liberty or Levain Bakery," both being places that Cricket had visited when she'd been a tourist herself, "or something."

[captainlunaxmen]

All for The Cameras

Chapter 10

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

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Chapter summary: the "life" as Capitol's captive is not the best, neither is in district 13 not knowing what's going on.

Chapter warnings: it's the Hunger Games... I mean. Heavy hint of rape, blood, mention of torture.

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Masterlist

Y/n's Pov

I don't know how long we've been here.

Days?

Months?

Weeks?

Hours?

Regardless of the truth, too damn long.

Part of me wants someone to rescue us, another doesn't want anyone to get near this place in fear of them getting caught too.

"Y/n...?" Johanna's voice feels further than it actually was, "Y/n... don't get into your head."

"All my fault." I mutter, shaking my head.

"I don't know what you said, but I can tell it's not good." Johanna groans, as she sits up a little straighter.

"Johanna..." I start with an exasperated sigh.

"No."

"It is my fault." I say firmly, "it is, and you have all the reason to hate me."

"Stop it."

"I should've gotten you all out. I..." I choke out a sob.

"Please... stop that." I've never heard her pleading, that alone makes me regain some sense and I crawl closer to the bars.

"I'm sorry." I say, "I'm afraid they know what they're doing..."

"I'm afraid so." Johanna nods, "if you lose yourself we're fucked."

"I know." I force a smile, "do you know how long it's been?"

"Uh..." she groans, "days? Weeks? No idea. Feels like too long, that's for sure."

"Agree." I sigh, "it's been too long since they took Peeta too."

"I don't know what t-" she stops herself.

"Uh?"

"They're coming." She whispers.

A moment later the peacekeepers walk in, passing my cell I see they are dragging Peeta, he can't even stand.

They throw him in his cell without any words and leave the room.

"Peeta?" I call softly, when he doesn't answer I look at Johanna in the cell in front of mine, she can probably see him better than me.

She shrugs.

"Peeta...? What's wrong?" I try again and this time I can hear a grunt from him. "Peeta..."

"She did this." He says, so softly I could hardly hear. My heart breaks, suspecting he's talking about me.

"What... what do you say?" Johanna asks.

"It's her fault." He says louder and I crawl a little back, trying to hide myself.

"Who are you talking about?" Johanna asks again.

"Katniss."

I immediately sit up straight, I look at Johanna who look right back at me, I'm sure we have the same confused expression on our faces.

"What did they do to you there, Peeta?" I carefully ask.

"I... It's all her fault." He says, without answering my question.

"Peeta, answer me." I tell him. I look towards Johanna for any sort of answer, clue of what's happening to him, but she's just as confused.

When we hear footsteps coming towards us, Johanna and I crawl back against the wall, waiting as they open the doors.

"Y/n."

I look up to see Cal, hands behind his back, looking down at me.

"What?" I spat.

"The president requires your presence." He states and with a nod of his head, he motion for the guards to open the door and take me.

They harshly grab me and make me stand.

"Hey!" Cal suddenly shouts, "she's my fiancee, careful."

I roll my eyes as I force myself to walk, and not be dragged, I try to send a quick reassuring look to Johanna as I pass.

"Any clue?" I ask, annoyed to mask the fear I'm actually feeling.

"He wants to show you something." He simply says as we walk through the dark corridors. There are no windows, I can't even tell if it's dry or night outside.

I look around, thinking of a way to escape, I've been inside these buildings all my life, and there must be something I can use.

"You try anything, I'll make sure you regret it." Cal interrupts my thoughts, grabbing my arm to push me to walk quicker.

I can only stay silent, but my eyes are wide open.

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One of the Peacekeepers opens the door to Snow's office, and Cal pushes me inside.

"Ah! Miss L/n, good to see you." He greets rather cheerfully.

"I thought you were above lying, sir." I mutter.

"On the contrary, my dear, but it doesn't mean I am lying now. I was looking forward to show you something." He's smiling, happy with himself. It's not a good sign usually.

"And what that something might be?" I ask, I try to keep a brave stance, but the way he stares at me proves that he doesn't believe it, and he knows he could crush me if he wanted to.

He looks at me carefully before turning the screen on. The gasp I let out is full of hope, seeing Katniss alive and well. She's somewhere with a sort of filming team, military, Gale is with them. And I think I recognise the other woman. She used to work here in the Capitol. I can't recognise where they are...

"District 8, miss L/n." Snow says, probably from noticing my analysing the footage, "she went to visit a makeshift hospital there..."

"You... what did you do..?" I know what he could've done, I'm just mad, furious.

"What you see here is nothing. You see, we declared not long ago that any association with the Mockingjay symbol is forbidden, any form of association." He explains, "so... you tell me. What would happen next?"

I can't help the tears forming and falling from my eyes, the rage I wish to let out, but I can't... or I won't be the one to pay.

"I... I..."

"If you were there, you probably would've suggested a different approach, wouldn't you?" He mocks, "You're a smart girl, I did raise you, whether you like it or not. Your insights on our ways would've helped them. But now I want you to tell me: what was the inevitable next step?"

I'm shaking, I keep my eyes on the screen. If Katniss is alive, maybe the others are too...

"Well?" He urges, "say it."

"Kill the wounded..." I whisper.

"My exact words, miss L/n, my exact words." He looks at me, proudly it seems, and all I want to do is throw up.

"You attacked a makeshift hospital... without defence..." I keep shaking my head.

"They committed treason, my dear girl. There was a warning." He simply states.

"Why did you show me this?" I snap.

"Ah, finally." He walks closer to me, "try take a guess."

"Stop with this game." I spit back.

"Take a guess."

I take deep breaths, thinking.

"I..."

"Let me hear your thoughts, entertain me." He says.

I clench my fists, nails poking my skin hard enough to keep my mind focused.

"It's can't be so I can tell the others, too easy." I start and he nods.

"And why?"

"Because Peeta's treatment is not complete..." I say, realising it now, "one word and all your progress would be useless... so why tell me?... I..." Then another realisation hits me even harder, "I have to keep the secret from them... if they found out they wouldn't trust me anymore." I see Snow nodding, "and of course if I say something you would know and you would punish them, and not me."

All a stupid mind game, make me feel guilty for something I have no power on...

"Smart girl." He compliments, "your punishment for lying and betraying the Capitol, do the same to your loved ones. One word and they'll suffer. All because of you. Just like your brother."

If he shot me, it would hurt less.

I force myself to stay put, whatever I do will fall on Peeta and Johanna. I feel my hands getting wet, but I'm afraid if I move I'd do something I know they'll make me regret.

"Have someone bandage her hands before the next interview, general." Snow adresses Cal, I didn't even notice him entering the room.

"Of course." Cal responds, putting a hand on the small of my back to make me move.

That snaps me out of my paralysis and I loom at my hands. My nails got through and now there's blood on my hands...

Irony is weird. So is the fact that we're not heading to the tribute centre where they're keeping us...

"Where..."

"Shut up." Cal grabs my arm, "you need more than a few session."

I stop abruptly, his hold only tightens.

"Please no... Cal, please..." I struggle against him.

"We'll try again the reality session."

My heart sink at the thought.

No...

I struggle more but he just grabs me and puts me on his shoulder, I'm too weak to keep going.

I need to keep repeating myself that nothing is real in there.

Nothing is real in there.

Finnick's Pov

"Did you already try the trident Beetee made for you?" Haymitch asks Finnick, hoping to distract him from his knots.

"I... yeah... it was... Good... I think." He mutters.

"You know she wants you to fight, right?" Haymitch tries again, "Y/n wouldn't want you here, worried sick making knots over knots."

"She would slap me, probably." Finnick allows himself a small chuckle.

"Oh, for sure." Haymitch agrees, "so?"

"What?"

"Are you planning on keeping on sulking here?"

Finnick sighs deeply, eyes on the knot in his hands.

He puts is down on the bed and stands. Haymitch looks at him, a victorious grin on his face as he begins walking away, sure Finnick is following him.

Finnick takes a deep breath and follows him out.

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As Finnick and Haymitch get to the others, another transmission from the Capitol starts.

Y/n and Peeta are together this time, facing the camera directly.

"Look at any movement from her, any scheme." Haymitch tells everyone, "she's trying to communicate."

"She tried to teach me morse code... she never got to..." Finnick whispers, defeated.

"Well, we got people here who knows it, don't stress yourself about it." Coin comforts him, "if she's indeed sending a message... we'll get it."

"Look at her..." Finnick feels himself about to cry, "look at them..."

In that moment Katniss and Boggs arrive too, just as Y/n starts speaking.

"Tonight, we've received reports of derailed trains, of granaries on fire, and of a savage attack on the hydroelectric dam in district 5." She says, hands fidgeting as always.

"We're begging for restraint and decency." Peeta adds.

Before he can say anything more, the scene changes into Katniss walking through ruins ans her voice singing.

"That's it. That's our footage" says president Coin.

"Beetee's in." Plutarch realises.

The scenes switch between Katniss' and The Capitol's.

"Katniss.." Peeta whispers.

"He sees it. He sees our propo."

"Katniss, are you there?" He asks.

Finnick looks at Katniss crying, helpless, then goes back at looking at the screen. He notices Y/n reaching a hand out to comfort Peeta, or to keep him focused. He can see threat of tears in her eyes.

Someone from the front desks walks up to Coin handing her a piece of paper. She nods her head and whispers something to them and they quickly run out the room

"Peeta, please continue." Ceaser voice urges him, "you were telling us about these savage attacks."

If before this interruption Y/n eyes were looking in front of her, to the camera, now they're set on Peeta.

"The attack on the damp was a callous and inhuman act of destruction." He says, but it switches again to Katniss singing.

"Think about it." He's fully in distress now, Finnick sees Y/n whispering something to Peeta as she gently grabs his hands, soothing him. "How will this end. What will be left? They're coming, Katniss. They're gonna kill everyone." Peeta's like he snapped out of whatever hypnotic state he was and warns her, "in district 13, you'll be dead by morning!"

Before the transmission is cut they managed to see peacekeepers grabbing both Peeta and Y/n.

"He's warning us. That was a warning." Haymitch says.

"Yes, it was." Boggs agrees.

"We have to get them out before they kill them." Katniss basically begs and Finnick is very close to do the same.

"Is there anything in the air?" Coin asks.

"Nothing on Doppler, ma'am."

"They were in the mansion. They could have overheard something." Coin guesses.

"Possibly." Plutarch agrees, "plus Y/n knows their ways."

Coin then looks at everyone, pondering.

"It's time for an air raid drill." Coin announces.

Everyone starts walking out as the alarm starts bleeping, urging everyone to get ready to begun evacuation protocol, heading to the underground shelters.

Finnick follows everyone down, he has to be careful not to trip down, because his mind is busy worrying about Y/n.

Are they going to hurt her? Kill her? He'd give his life to know... he'd give up his life for hers.

Y/n's Pov

We're in the dark. Complete dark.

Could it be a malfunction in the building electric storage? No... something happened, but what.

"Any idea, L/n?" Johanna asks.

"Not a clue."

"Peeta?" Johanna calls, him. He hasn't said a word since they got us back here.

"Mmh." He grunts, but not a word.

"What did they do?" She asks.

"They... grabbed him, he tried to get away from them..." I start, my voice shaking at the memory, "they started to kick him... hard. I try to make them stop. They punched me... they kept on kicking us until... Cal came in..."

"God..." she groans.

"At least they stopped hitting him." I whisper. "And they didn't bring us back to torture us... last time they used my brother... I don't think I can take another of those..."

"Fuck..." she breaths out.

"Doesn't mean they won't torture us tomorrow..." I hold back my tears, "but for tonight we're okay... I think."

"He got back before you..." Johanna inquires.

"So?"

"You were bleeding when they got you here... has it stopped?"

"No..."

"You said Cal was there." She keeps guessing.

"Yes..."

"Did he...?"

"Yes, Johanna, can we not talk about it?" I snap.

"Of course." She says, understanding.

I take a deep breath, to calm my nerves, and prevent any more tears.

"I didn't mean to snap. I'm sorry." I say.

"I snap all the time and you're never upset about it. Don't worry." She says, to cheer me up, I think.

"I never minded you snapping at me." I chuckle.

"That's why I thought you were worthy of my respect." She casually says.

"Because I let you snap at me?" I ask.

"Because you understand."

"Don't go soft on me now, Mason." I warn her playfully, "we'll getting out."

"Hope is a dangerous thing." She warns me as well.

"Yet it's also powerful." I wish I could wink at her right now, but I'm forced to close both my eyes due to the light turning back on.

"What the fuck?" She exclaims, "what's going on?"

"I don't know." I try to force my eyes to get used again to the strong light.

Then something is thrown into the room, and everything is surrounded by smoke.

We start coughing hard, I try to keep my eyes open to see anything.

I suddenly see people armed and with helmets on.

"What the fuck..."

"What's going on? Hey?!" Johanna screams at them.

One of them get closer to my cell, through the artificial fog, once they're close enough they removes the helmet just enough for me to see him, but everything turns black before I even get a glimpse.

[lunamadhatter99]

All for the cameras

chapter 2

Finnick Odair x fem!reader

Here we go, part 2! Thank you, thank you, thank you all for the support with the first chapter!! I'm so glad that everyone liked it.

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Chapter summary: It's time for the big event. And better keep our eyes open.

Chapter warning: none, except the usual mention of prostitution and usual Hunger Games stuff. Nothing too wild. We still won't see Finnick in this chapter, but I promise it's going to be worth it❤️

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"Snow is watching us." Haymitch says, we're almost at the Capitol for the final interview and the big celebration.

"Of course, he is. He needs to watch everything. Especially the inconveniences," I scoff.

"Yeah. And if he wants you to pacify the districts, I promise you, he's not happy." Haymitch continues, "instead of being in love, you two sounds like you're reading from a drilling manual."

"You try reading that stuff that Effie writes us," Peeta mutters.

"Snow doesn't care." I tell him. "That's not how you want to convince him."

"I'm open to suggestions," he says back, tired.

"We could get married," Katniss quietly suggests, not looking up at anyone.

"That's not helping," Haymitch comments.

"I'm serious. If, like you said we're on this train forever, it's gonna happen eventually. Why not now?"

"It does make a statement. I'll give you that." Haymitch then looks at Peeta who agrees, but quickly stands up and leave. Katniss looks at me.

"It's something we can try, you're right... they would want it to happen eventually." I shrug.

"It's settle, then." Haymitch drinks to that and Katniss looks at me with hope.

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"Are you sure you don't want to come to the party?" I ask Haymitch before I have to leave for Snow's residence. "Lots of free alcohol."

"I don't need free alcohol." He chuckles amused, "I'm a victor. I already got that."

"Don't you want to save a damsel in distress?" I try again.

"Our president seems very well guarded on his own," Haymitch jokes, "he's safe."

I genuinely laugh at that shaking my head.

"See? I need that! Please?" I try to beg just one more time.

"Don't send me that look, Princess." He turns his head away ready to walk away.

"Fine, fine... I tried." I raise my hands up in surrender. "Wish me luck, at least. "

"Maybe they'll leave you alone tonight, too interested in the two lovers," he sadly smiles at me, hoping, rather than believing, his own words to be true.

"Yeah, maybe," I take a deep breath, "well... have a goodnight, Haymitch."

"You too, princess." He winks, "and eyes open."

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The party is just as exaggerated as ever. Lots of people, lots of food and drinks and lots of lights.

I make my way through the crowd, towards the tables full of food and drinks, hoping to find something to make this evening more tolerable. I take a glass and take a sip, breathing deeply.

Some people come to talk to me, about the victors, thankfully.

"Two victors, exciting, uh?" One of the them says cheerfully.

"Very," I say with my usual forced smile.

"You must be proud, two victors on your turn on 12," a woman with very voluminous hair nudges me, "you were the talk of the town these past few days, you know?"

"Me?" I ask, surprised by that, usually everyone forgets about me during the victory tour.

"Oh yes, well beside the lovebirds." A green haired man chimes in.

"Why?" I start to get anxious, the necklaces feel a lot tighter than before.

"I heard a rumour... someone wants to put a ring on your finger," she whisper-exclaims with a wink.

"W-what?... I don't think... uh..." I stutter.

"C'mon, everyone knows you're Cal Kingslay's favourite." She teases, with a devilish smirk, "and it's rumored that he wants you all to himself."

"Isn't that wonderful?" The man cheers. "We could probably get two well awaited weddings this year!"

"I hope I didn't ruin the surprise." The woman adds, with, what I'm sure is, a fake apologetic smile.

"Of course not. Now would you excuse me, gotta wait for my Victors." I say turning around to walk as far as possible from them, I finish my drink in one go and soon take another glass. Thankfully it's announced the arrival of Katniss and Peeta.

I spot them walking through the crowd following Effie and heading to Flavius and Octavia so I quickly join them.

As they see me arrive they immediately smile, relieved.

"There you are," I say holding my hands out for them to hold, "I've missed you,"

All for the cameras.

"It's only been 30 minutes," Peeta plays along.

"And you can stay that long away from me?" I fake offence, "You wound me,"

Everyone around us laugh so I just decide to stick with them as long as I can.

Helping them play along is much easier than expected, especially with Peeta, Katniss is still a little uncertain, but I get her, it got me years and years to get used to the cameras.

After I unfortunately finish my fourth glass, I need another one, in order to survive this evening.

"Excuse me a second," I whisper at them and head to the other side of the room where I can get another glass of Whiskey.

I turn around to go back to Katniss and Peeta when I'm met with a firm chest.

Unfortunately I already know who this might be.

"Found you" Cal teases.

I look up at him, the blue in his hair is even stronger than I remembered, and a little longer too, he got bigger, more muscles for sure, eyes just as devilish.

"That you did," I try to mask my fear with a chuckle.

"I've missed you, you know, been looking everywhere for you since I got here," he says with a sweet tone, that only makes my skin crawl. He grabs my hand to play with my fingers.

"I've been here the whole time, chatting with the Victors you know," I take my hand back, "I should get back to them, exc-"

"They got you all this time," he stops me from walking away, "it's not the same without you."

"I..." I want to say something, but nothing comes out.

"I mean, it's fun and all with Finnick, but with you..." he lets out a big dreamy sigh, "with you it's so much better"

He says the last part leaning in, close enough to suffocate me.

"Excuse me?"

We both turn and see Peeta standing there.

"Peeta!" I say, both surprised and relieved, "Peeta, uh.. this is Cal Kingslay, his father was once the general himself"

"Nice to meet you, sir," Peeta extends his hand and Cal grabs it and shakes it.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr Mellark," Cal greets him, he's tense though, he doesn't like being interrupted.

"Uh... Peeta, where's Katniss?" I ask to change the subject.

"She's dancing with the new Head Gamemaker," he explains simply, "but I still wanted to dance so I thought to ask you, if you're free."

"Oh, but of course," I say holding out my hand for him.

"But..." Cal starts.

"Oh, c'mon, he's our new victor, we can't say no to him, now can we?"

"Of course not," Cal says with a very evident forced smile.

That being said, me and Peeta go dance with the other people, I even spot Katniss with said New head Gamemaker.

"Thank you," I breathlessly say as we start dancing.

"You're welcome, you looked like you needed saving," he says with his kind smile, "who is he?"

"A fan" I simply say, "a very... uh... insisting one"

"I see," he nods.

"Thanks again, really."

"Don't worry about it." He laugh, "I mean, you helped saving me in that arena, this is nothing."

It's actually a lot more than he thinks.

I smile at him, grateful.

I then feel a slight tap on my shoulder, I turn around seeing Katnis and the Gamemaker.

"Mind changing partners?" He asks politely.

"Sure."

Me and Katniss exchange spots.

"It's an honour," he says once we're dancing.

"That honour would be the same if I knew your name sir," I tease.

"Oh, my bad, I apologise." He chuckles, amused, "I'm Plutarch Heavensbee,"

"Now the honour is mine," I say, "new head Gamemaker... when did they choose you?"

"Oh, I volunteer," he simply explains.

"Oh..." I let out a surprised laugh, "I see Katniss is already dictating fashion."

"Yeah, she's an inspiration, don't you think?" He says it almost as a challenge.

"I do," I answer seriously. "There must be more then... why volunteer?"

"I think it's time for the game to mean something," he shrugs and smiles.

"Mean something?" I wonder, "that's pretentious,"

"A little," he chuckles again, "so I'd keep those eyes open, if I were you."

My eyes snap back at his face, he's smiling, proud of himself.

Why? Does he know something? Does Haymitch know something?

Before I get the chance to ask him anything, the Capitol anthem starts and the crowd cheers.

"I'm sure we'll meet again," he says before following the rest of the people out for President Snow's speech.

I'm a little stunned, it's Effie's call that snaps me out of it. I quickly join her, Katniss and Peeta out.

We all gather in front of the residence, waiting for the President Snow to come out. I turn around looking for Cal, only to make sure he doesn't sneak up on me again. I see him looking around, for me probably, so I quickly turn around getting closer to Katniss.

At last the President comes out on his balcony.

"Tonight, on this, the last day of their tour, I want to welcome our two Victors." He starts with his usual charming persona, two young people who embody our idealsof strength and valor. And I, personally, want to congratulate them on the announcement of their engagement."

Everyone cheers. Peeta and Katniss smile at the crowd around them.

"Your love has inspired us. And I know it will go on inspiring us every day for as long as you may live." He holds up his glass and the fireworks start and I turn around to look at them like everyone.

I sense Katniss holding my hand and turning around. I want to look at Snow too, but the way she starts to squeeze my hand tells me all I need to know...

He doesn't believe them.

It didn't work.

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I'm sitting in an armchair staring at nothing in particular. My mind can't help but think about whatever we can do to make their story more believable, but nothing, absolutely nothing comes up.

The riots in the districts surely won't make him happy, which means it will be worse for everyone else.

Fuck.

My head snaps back as I hear footsteps coming, I let out a sigh when I notice it's just Katniss.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she apologises.

"Don't worry about it," I wave her off, "can't sleep either?"

She shakes her head, I motion for her to sit with me.

"Do you think we ever had any chance?" She then asks me.

"I guess, the positive side of me really hoped... but the realistic side knew." I sigh, looking down at my own hands, "I'm afraid it was too late from the beginning. And I don't mean from what happen in 11... I mean from the moment you took out the berries, that made the districts feel something, these riots all over the place won't be pacify by a love story. Snow knows that."

"He asked me to convince him," she explains, "to convince him ours is true love."

"He never believed you." I directly say, "not for a second."

"Why ask me that then?"

"Control." I simply answer looking up at her with a serious expression. "Show you he has control."

"How did you end up living like this?" She asks, she seems genuinely interested, but I'm not ready to share that part of my life with her just yet.

I smile at her, a smile that doesn't reach my eye.

"Aw... Katniss, I thought you knew the difference between living" I turn serious again, looking her dead in the eyes," and surviving."

With that I stand up, grab a bottle of what I think is rum, and head to my room.

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I stand by the doors waiting for Peeta, Katniss and Haymitch to get off the train. The thought of going back to normal is dreadful enough, going back alone is even worse, I don't want to think about it.

"Home sweet home," Haymitch declares as he nears.

"Don't be so eager to leave me," I joke, holding my hand out for him to shake, he takes and kiss the back of it.

"You know, it pains me deeply," he teases back and I chuckle.

"Take care of them, will you?" I ask quietly.

"You take care of yourself, will you?" He lets go of my hand and leans down to whisper into my ear, "and eyes open" He smiles one more time before getting of the train.

"You'll have to explain that to me properly one of these days," I tell him as I watch him go.

"Isn't his whole character just... cryptic?" I turn around seeing Peeta and Katniss.

"Or just constantly drunk." Katniss chimes in.

"He's cryptically drunk all the time," I smile, "so... you got everything?"

"Yeah, we're ready to get home." Peeta smile back at me.

"Good... Good." I let out a deep sigh, "it's been a pleasure assisting you two. I guess I'll see you at the next Hunger Games, mentors."

"Thank you for everything, Y/n." Peeta pulls me in for a quick hug before walking away.

"Bye," I wave then turn to Katniss, "you okay?"

"Yeah... I think so." She forces a small smile.

"I wish I could do more," I tell her honestly.

"Thanks,"

"Say hi to your family for me, alright?" I smile again and she nods.

Once Katniss is out of sight a Peacekeeper comes up to me.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Your presence has been requested back in the Capitol. We'll be leaving soon." He tells me.

"May I know who requested it?" I ask, tired. I already imagine who-

"President Snow."

Uh?

"Did he say why?"

The peacekeeper doesn't answer and walks away. I stand here dumbfounded, wondering what he might want from me.

Is it because of Katniss and Peeta?

Is it because of the riots in the districts?

Is it because of the Quartel Quell? Does he wants me to be more participant or?

Then a terrifying thought comes to mind...

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"You asked for me, sir?" I stand in front of his desk as he write something down.

"It came to my attention a rumour's veen going around regarding you, miss L/n." He starts, still not looking directly at me, "a merry one."

"Sir?" I ask, my throat instantly dry.

"Cal Kingslay apparently wants to marry you," he finally puts down the pen and looks at me with, what might seem, a genuinely happy expression, "That's a wonderful news."

"Is it?" I don't know what he wants from me.

"Oh yes, the people can't help but be thrilled about. the idea. I, myself, think it's great news. After the contributions the Kingslays gave to the games in these last years, it will show, not only to the Capitol, but the districts as well, that you are an active part of this system." He explains, the hint of a challenge in his eyes. Challenge me to say no, to refuse.

I really want to, I want to scream at him and just run away. Being sold to all rich people in the Capitol is not the life I want, but being tied to him... permanently, it's more terrifying.

But I have no choice.

All I can do is swallow my pride and take a deep shaky breath.

"I... how... how will it happen, sir?" I ask.

"You two will get engaged once I announce the Third Quarter Quell and get properly married after the crowing of the Victor. He will ask, you will happily say yes." He explains, satisfied with my compliance, then he goes back at the papers in front of him, "That's all."

I don't need him to tell me twice, I immediately walk out of his office, ready to go home and just let everything out.

"Oh, before you go," Snow's voice freezes me on the spot, "Plutarch Heavensbee asked for your company, you will be escorted to his house immediately." He informs me.

I shakily nod and walk out of his office where two guards make way.

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"Do you want some tea?" Plutarch motion for me to sit at a big wooden table, "perhaps something stronger?"

I nervously nod as I sit.

He walks away, I hear him talking to someone before walking back into the room I'm in with two drinks in hand. He offers one to me and sits by the opposite side of the table.

"I told the guards to come back in an hour, we should have enough time" he smiles and I nod again, still not sure of what to expect.

Suddenly the lights go off and the room falls into deep darkness. I can still make out his face due to the lights coming from outside.

"What...?" I ask.

"You can never feel safer," he tells me.

"What's going on, Mr Heavensbee?" I ask, anxiety growing at every passing second.

"Tell me, miss L/n," he starts, voice a little quieter than before, "what do you know about district 13?"

[dailydanielchoi]

Daniel nodded, a smile breaking onto his face as he met Cal’s handshake with a firm grip. “The place is definitely up to standard,” he chuckled, glancing around the bar. The Pour House was rough around the edges, but it still held a certain charm – something that felt genuine, but like the man who apparently owned it. “It’s hard to find a place where people feel welcomed to come as they are.” He was pleased that Calahan was willing to accept a few employee referrals. There were quite a few people on this side of town that just needed a chance to prove themselves and somebody to believe in them so they could believe in themselves. “There’s a couple of people I can reach out to for you. Might not be pros, but they’re solid people.” There was a respect in Daniel’s voice, admiration for the way that Cal seemed to be willing to take a leap of faith for others. “Hell, I’d even be willing to pitch in myself a few nights and weekends. You’re doing something really good here, Cal.”

sometimes it paid to have no filter, to see the good in people—even if they were staggering or holding a full can of beer. calahan found it difficult to judge even the patrons that looked the most tired, the most haggard. they needed a place to stay safe, a salvation, a church. in a way he never expected to, calahan offered that in the pour house. there were no little wafers for their tongues, no pews or sermons, but those that came through the door would always find a soft place to land. calahan softened. “you know what? that would be brilliant, if you have some names in mind. all i need is somebody dependable and willing to learn. i’m happy to help with the rest.” their adverts, of late, hadn’t drummed up much interest. he relied almost solely on the one bartender that was any good, a young transient that needed to use his calculator to add up change—he was a little slower, but he was the best they had. it was all calahan could ask for. “i hope the place is up to your standards, then, if you're quite the connoisseur. i'm calahan,” he reached to offer a firm handshake. “cal.”

[short-wooloo]

What Spartans Remain?

Because I went down the Halopedia rabbit hole and I'm an obsessive nut, I've put together a list of all the Spartan-IIs, just to figure out who's alive, who's dead, who's missing, and the numbers which are unaccounted for

Alright so, there were at least 150 candidates considered for Spartan-IIs, half were conscripted, and of that 75, we have at least 50 named (or at least numbered) individuals

Alive (when last we saw them):

Jai-006

Naomi-010

Leon-011

Serin-019 (washout)

Robert-025

Douglas-042

Linda-058

Maria-062 (semi-retired)

Cassandra-075 (washout)

Fhajad-084 (washout)

Kelly-087

Jerome-092

Musa-096 (washout)

August-099

Fred-104

Adriana-111

John-117 (duh)

Michael-120

Alice-130

Definitely Dead:

Li-008 (2552)

Daisy-023 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Joshua-029 (2552)

Otto-031 (2557)

Samuel-034 (2525)

Randall-037 (2556)

William-043 (2552)

Anton-044 (2552)

Kurt-051 (2552)

Jorge-052 (2552)

Margaret-053 (2557)

Malcolm-059 (2552)

Sheila-065 (2544)

Solomon-069 (2544)

Spartan-073 (2525)

Arthur-079 (2544)

Grace-093 (2552)

Victor-101 (2557)

Ralph-103 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)

Oscar-129 (2525)

Cal-141 (2544)

Roma-143 (2557)

Unidentified Trainee (2525)

Unidentified Spartan (2531)

Maybe Dead:

James-005 (2552)

Vinh-030 (2552)

Isaac-039 (2552)

Beta-Romeo Actual (2552)

Red Fifteen (2552)

Red Four (2552)

Red Nineteen (2552)

Status unknown:

Kirk-018 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Keiichi-047 (alive as of 2531)

Soren-066 (alive as of 2527)

Rene-081 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)

Joseph-122 (alive as of 2525)

Carris-137 (alive as of 2520)

Spartans-116, 118, 119, 121, 123, and 124 (possibly the unidentified trainee and Spartan, as well ass Beta-Romeo Actual, Red-Fifteen, Red Four, and Red Nineteen)

Missing numbers:

Spartans number 001, 002, 003, 004, 007, 009, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 020, 021, 022, 024, 026, 027, 032, 033, 035, 036, 038, 040, 041, 045, 046, 048, 049, 050, 054, 055, 056, 057, 060, 061, 063, 064, 067, 068, 070, 071, 072, 074, 076, 077, 078, 080, 082, 083, 085, 086, 088, 089, 090, 091, 094, 097, 098 (according to the silver timeline, Spartan-098 is named "Nora"), 100, 102, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 112, 113, 114, 115, 126, 127, 128, 131, 132, 133, 135, 136, 138, 139, 140, 142, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150 (I'm sure I messed up somewhere)

obviously given that not all 150 candidates were recruited, some (about 70) of these numbers did not actually become Spartans, trainees or otherwise, such as Caleb-095, the father of Olympia Vale

Additionally, Spartans-028 (Riz), 125 (Kai), and 134 (Vanak) do exist per 343's internal documentation, but as of yet have not appeared in the Prime timeline

therefore there are about 19 confirmed living Spartans, 24 confirmed dead, 7 possible dead, and 12 unknowns, for a total of 62 (or 65 counting the silvers), so there are at least 10-13 other Spartans we have not met, be they active, retired, washout, dead, or missing

[fire-alert-ca]

Evacuation Zones

Kinneloa Canyon Road

Outpost Lane

Glen Springs Road

Coolidge Avenue

Roosevelt Avenue

Veranada Avenue

Kinclair Drive

Fox Ridge Drive

Canyon Close Road

Grand Oaks Avenue

areas east of Altadena Drive

North of New York Drive

West of Sierra Madre Villa Avenue

All areas south of San Vicente blvd

North of the 210 freeway from Roxnard to Interstae 5/14 split

North to Mulholland

East to Kenter

Laurel Canyon Blvd (on the west) to Mulholland Dr (on the north) to 101 Freeway (on the east) down to Hollywood Blvd (on the south)

The area north of Orange Grove/Rosemead Blvd., east of Lake Ave., and west of Michillinda Ave

List of evacuation zones via CalFire

Palisades fire

DRY-U026-A, LOS-Q0767, MAL-C111-A, MAL-C111-B, MAL-C112-B, MTN-U028, RMB-U030-A, RMB-U030-B, RMB-U030-D, RRC-U027, SAN-Q1395-B, SAN-Q1396-B, SDP-U029, SSM-U010-A, SSM-U010-B, TOP-U001, TOP-U002, TOP-U003, TOP-U004, TOP-U005, TOP-U006, TOP-U007, TOP-U008, TOP-U009

Eaton Fire

ALD-ARROYOSECO, ALD-CALAVERAS, ALD-CANON, ALD-CASITAS, ALD-CHANEY, ALD-EASTLOMA, ALD-EATONCANYON, ALD-FARNSWORTH, ALD-GARDEN, ALD-GARFIAS, ALD-LAUREL, ALD-MEADOWS, ALD-MENDOCINO, ALD-MIDLOTHIAN, ALD-MILLARD, ALD-MOUNTLOWE, ALD-PALM, ALD-RUBIO, ALD-WAPELLO, ALD-WHITEPARK, ARC-001, ARC-002, ARC-004, GLN-E018, GLN-E027, GLN-E028, GLN-E029, GLN-E030, GLN-E039, GLN-E040, GLN-E041,GLN-E043, GLN-E044, KIN-KINNELOA, LAC-E183, LCF-ALTACANYADA, LCF-BERKSHIRE, LCF-CASTLE, LCF-CIVICCENTER, LCF-COMMONWEALTH, LCF-CREST, LCF-CROWN, LCF-DESCANSO, LCF-FOOTHILLEAST, LCF-FOOTHILLWEST, LCF-HAMPSTEAD, LCF-HILLARD, LCF-INVERNESS, LCF-JPL, LCF-MEMORIAL, LCF-PARADISE, LCF-STARLIGHT, MRV-101, MRV-102, MRV-201, MRV-202, MRV-203, MRV-204, PAS-E001, PAS-E002, PAS-E003, PAS-E006, PAS-E008, PAS-E010, PAS-E012, PAS-E019, PAS-E022, SMD-E001, SMD-E002, SMD-E003, SMD-E004, SMD-E005, SMD-E006, SMD-E007, SMD-E008, SMD-E009, SMD-E010, SMD-E011, SMD-E012, SMD-E013, SMD-E014, SMD-E015, SMD-E016, SMD-E017, SMD-E019

Hurst Fire

LAC-E119-B, LAC-E132-A, LAC-E132-B, LOS-E001

Woodley Fire

N/A

Tyler Fire

N/A

Olivas Fire

Olivas Zone 1

Lidia Fire

LAC-E085, LAC-E088, LAC-E123

Sunset Fire

LOS-Q0612, LOS-Q0613, LOS-Q0795, LOS-Q0796, LOS-Q0797, LOS-Q0841, LOS-Q0842, LOS-Q1120, LOS-Q1127, LOS-Q1160

Kenneth Fire

WTH-U031, CAL-C401, CAL-C402, CAL-C403, CSB-U024, HID-C501, HID-C502, MTV-U025

Via LA Times and CalFire

Updated: 11:42 pm (1/8/25)

[blackorbs]

CALIBAN: CONNECTIONS.

Aqui estão as conexões do Caliban, todas as conexões independem do gênero.

Mais informações sobre ele aqui.

001. Animais são tão sensíveis ao véu quanto Caliban e, por isso, ele vive cercado de cães, gatos e pássaros. Um desses animais se interessou muito por você e quer ficar na sua casa. Caliban acredita que o interesse dele por você pode significar uma mensagem, que algo grande está para acontecer, e por isso também adquiriu maior interesse em estar ao seu redor.

002. No seu caso, o espírito bom que foi designado para lhe proteger acabou se tornando um espírito obsessor. Todos os espíritos que Caliban consegue designar a lares e pessoas, tem a forma de um animal, então agora você está lidando com uma criatura selvagem, e pediu ajuda a ele, entretanto, Caliban precisa investigar primeiro o motivo do espírito ter se virado contra você.

003. Você acabou se encantando pela maneira com que tudo parecia fácil ao lado de Cal. Mas esse também foi o problema, porque você começou a perceber que para ele, nada além da "balança" importava e que ele fazia sacrifícios demais pela entidade a quem serve, e isso lhe despertou inseguranças. E foi assim que vocês terminaram algo que sequer havia começado, já que nunca houve um pedido de namoro oficial, embora obviamente houvessem sentimentos.

004. Por outro lado, isso não é um problema para você. E olha que foi difícil não rir quando Caliban falou, sem um pingo de vergonha na cara, que "viu nas estrelas" que precisava te beijar. Independente do quanto seja perceptível que ele não quer nada sério, você também não quer, então todo mundo sai ganhando.

005. Há muitos anos atrás, um dos antepassados de Caliban residiu em Arcanum, e os registros que ele possui da passagem desse antepassado indica que ele não apenas possuía um ritual secreto para a confecção de um amuleto super poderoso, como é o sangue da sua linhagem que possui as propriedades corretas para fazê-lo funcionar, então agora Caliban está fazendo de tudo para que você o ofereça uma pequena amostra do seu sangue, que precisa ser dado de bom grado a ele.

006. Você o procurou um tempo atrás porque precisava de uma limpeza espiritual. As limpezas espirituais de Caliban funcionam de muitas formas: com rituais benevolentes que envolvem arte (canto e dança) ou, como no seu caso, em uma sessão de terapia à moda antiga. Porque as vezes tudo o que uma alma precisa é de um acalento, não é? Pelo menos foi o que funcionou pra você e, por isso, você o procura quando seu coração pesa demais.

007. O que uniu vocês foi o gosto pela arte. Sendo extremamente expressivo e ligado à música e à danca, Caliban se deixa levar por qualquer tipo de expressão artística, que é também o combustível para a sua mágica, então ele tenta, aqui e ali, tornar a experiência de escutar uma música ou qualquer outra coisa mais sobrenatural para vocês dois.

008. Vocês costumam fazer uma troca de conhecimento. O voodoo não é um tipo de magia amplamente praticado em Arcanum, e você possui conhecimentos interessantes com os quais ele pode aprender também, então, na verdade, vocês estão tentando unir suas magias para criar coisas novas juntos.

009. Toda essa vibe hippie e essa fala sobre cura espiritual te irrita, e em grande parte do tempo você tenta irritar ou arrancar reações mais "humanas" de Caliban, que corresponde simplemente não dando muita bola. Entretanto, no último encontro entre vocês, você conseguiu arrancar dele uma expressão de chateação e isso lhe incentivou a procurar por mais emoções que se escondem embaixo dessa aura de quem se acha acima de qualquer coisa (pelo seu ponto de vista).

010. Você é vizinho de Caliban e, apesar de apreciar todo esse papo dele, você na verdade o acha um vizinho muito barulhento, e vive indo em seu quintal para pedir, por favor, que ele pare de ficar o dia inteiro tocando violão na sacada ou escutando Fleetwood Mac e Jimi Hendrix como se mais ninguem tivesse que trabalhar cedo no dia seguinte.

011. Vocês são amigos, mas como Cal é paradão demais, você vive de tentar o convencer a ir em festas ou lugares movimentados, o que ele nega porque tem "auras demais". Contudo, vocês chegaram em um consenso, e de vez em quando ele aceita ir com você para algum lugar animado se, no dia seguinte, você aceitar fazer uma trilha com ele e acampar no meio da floresta (depois de fumar bastante maconha).

012. O espírito guia de Caliban o orientou a ficar do seu lado, mas não deu nenhuma explicação a mais. Caliban acredita que vai ser útil para seja lá qual for seu destino, embora não saiba se vai ser uma peça contra ou a favor de você quando a hora chegar, então tenta não ter emoções particularmente positivas ou negativas, o que nem sempre é efetivo.

013. Vocês já foram próximos, e hoje em dia não são mais. Isso já seria complicado o bastante só por isso, mas o que realmente complica a situação é que Caliban confeccionou um boneco voodoo seu, e, de vez em quando, você sente que suas ações não são realmente suas, o que está lhe fazendo procurar pelo maldito boneco, primeiro na casa de Caliban, onde você não encontrou, e agora você está juntando pistas para encontrar onde está o laboratório secreto dele.

[ofwrxth]

Adam snickers. "That'll be hard since you kinda are an old man." He jests even if, really, he's grateful his cousin is alright. That he's even there is a miracle and Adam won't take it lightly. For the most part. "Yeah, well now I'm beginning to rethink this whole reunion thing," he replies, not meaning a single word of it. He'll be glad to see his cousin back in their fold. He knows that for a while after Atlanta, Cal carried strong feelings about how things were handled but it feels so long ago now. Each year since the war began feels like five. Like a lifetime.

His brow furrows at Cal's tale, and he frowns a bit before shaking his head. "Were they military? We had a few people get caught up with some folks back in September." Seems like everyone's trying to get a piece of the pie. Though, to Adam, it seems like no one really wins in any of this. "Probably named himself alpha. Of a pack of two," he cracks, knowing that behind their light words about Kel, they'd both rather see him okay than have to speculate about his whereabouts and wellbeing.

"Well, if you change your mind it's there." He shrugs since there's no point trying to convince Cal to take the room if he doesn't want it. "Fuck off, man," he says, though with a degree of familiar affection towards his cousin. "Nothing like that's going on." Though he has a feeling his cousin won't believe him. So he stands and gestures at the bathroom. "You can get washed up in there. No hot water but better than nothing. Some towels in the cabinet." It was sparse but they had enough to get by. "I'll let the others know you're here." Adam pauses by the door. He's got a million questions, but they can wait. "it's good to have you back, Cal."

END.

Caleb gives a gentle nod of reassurance, natural for him to search for Harvey with his cousin and the Vaismans. There's an instinctual loyalty to them, even while he debates his new-found place with both Hawk and Bear. A decision he is in no rush to make, but acutely aware that it may need to be faced sooner rather than later. "Once I can walk without looking like an old man, I'll be there." he flashes a slight grin, tapping just above the nasty and obvious wound. A small laugh follows, a dry cackle in his throat. "My leg don't mean my hearing is fucked up, Adam. You'll be in the hot water." Cal effortlessly teases, marking how it feels like no time has passed at all. And yet the years have been endless, a fog. They have dragged on enough to confuse all sense of time, everything too long and confusing.

Cal nods about his newly lamed leg, laughing again with a puff of air. "Yeah, was an ambush. There was a whole lot of us too but it was damn chaotic. We all managed to escape without anything worse." which he's thankful for, but there's a small nagging in the back of his mind. If any of them had been torn away, he doubts they would have done anything but continue on without a search. Thoughts of his brother always persist, winding their way to the forefront of his mind. "Yeah, little shit has probably caused an uprising of his own. I ain't too worried, but would be nice to just check in." it's a simple way of saying he's concerned naturally for his brother, but also knowing Kel, he's doing just fine. Possibly thriving.

Cal never thought he'd see the day that he owed survival to Bear and Hawk, or a FedEx truck but there he is. Living proof now that clearly, it's a recipe that works. He laughs about the brothers, shrugging his shoulders before his hand taps Adam on the arm. "Nah, come on. I'm not a little wounded deer, it'll get itself right. I don't want people poking and prodding me around. I can take the couch just fine, too." he nods to it, tilting his head. "You and Kenzie haven't fucked on it, right?" Cal smirks then with the dry tone, fighting another laugh and he finally rids his back of the pack. "You wouldn't believe some of the places I've been sleeping in. A couch is basically a California King right now."

[jenosdollie]

MY CURRENT EATING RULES

🎀 001 — no lactose. i'm lactose intolerant anyway and it makes me bloated

🎀 002 — stay under 700 cals. other than my grandma forcing me to eat this should work...

🎀 003 — eat veggies with every single meal. firts veggies then the other things i'll eat less because of that.

🎀 004 — fruits for breakfast! i LOVE fruits and i need to eat them more + they are low cal

[eveshepherd]

TASK 001. FIVE SONGS ABOUT EVE (and one about cal)

BOTTOM OF THE RIVER delta rae

The rhythm, the full chorus of singing, everything. This song doesn't work without a community, lead by one strong voice singing her heart out. It's emblematic of Eve's childhood, of her beliefs, of the kind of (dark) energy she carries with her even now. In so many aspects she is sinking down to the bottom of a river, unable to swim to the surface. And, in so many ways, she would rather add voices to that message rather than find the surface.

OLD TIME RELIGION parker millsap

This is one of the first southern gothic religion songs I always gravitate towards when thinking of a character with the kind of aesthetic Eve does. The violence of it, the conviction that each little character story has. It's rattled around in my head for years, and I think Eve is absolutely one of those people who believes in the old time religion.

THROUGH THE VALLEY shawn james

I found this song from The Last of Us 2 trailer so long ago, and at that time it was the perfect song for the story they were going for there. And now, it's found its way to another world's end. Eve, of all people, walks through the valley and I know she fears nothing. I also just love the line 'how can you save the world from itself', because I know that Eve is on a mission to try and accomplish that very thing. Lots of tension to think through here.

I'M USING MY BIBLE FOR A ROADMAP don reno

Perhaps a little on the nose in terms of lyrics, but really if you wanted Eve's character arc laid out in a neat song, this gets pretty close. She knows no other way of thinking other than the cult she was raised in, and the only thing she's ever been taught is to trust the interpretation of the Bible she's been given. Everything she does is because she believes it is a sign to her from a higher power. Everything she does is in the hope to get to heaven some sweet day.

BLOOD ON MY NAME the brothers bright

It is an inescapable part of Eve that she is brutally violent, and that when she believes it is right she will kill someone. There is no escaping the fact that she has done the unspeakable time and time again, murdering for the righteous cause she has divined in herself. She believes that she is sending souls to heaven when she kills them, whether they be zombie or human. But from the outside looking in, we all know that is blood on her name pure and simple.

LORD I CANNOT WALK ALONE the southern gospel choir

Although there are obviously far more romantic songs out there, I wouldn't be doing Eve justice if I didn't pick one that suited her aesthetic style. And what's better than asking God not to have to walk alone, and being give the perfect soulmate. A man who understands her every thought and keeps pace with her on this eternal journey. She's blessed to have him, and this type of hymn-song expresses her feelings best.