#devilwomcn

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @devilwomcn | owen & eden. location: capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

There's still a certain excitement for him when it comes the Games -- Now it's accompanied by a certain guilt, when all things are considered. But, Owen can't help but enjoy the spotlight. The Capitol loved him (Loved you enough to put your sister in the Games, a voice in his head reminds him), which made it all the more exciting. Any chance he got to sit across from Cesar Flickerman, or attend a party, it filled him with adrenaline. In moments like that, it was just a game again -- Not life and death, not him waking up screaming after dreaming of his sister being beheaded in the arena. It's Owen the Victor, schmoozing and rubbing elbows, while enjoying champagne and as much food as he can manage. Each time he tries something new, he makes a mental note of what he thinks Thea may like, and what he should bring back to the apartments with him.

He knows this is the last time he'll be in this position. Well, it will be if this rebellion works better than the last. He might as well stay out late and enjoy himself. The suit his stylist put him in is a bit itchy, and... Well, it's not something he would pick for himself, but it represents District Two. Good enough. Grabbing a flute full of some overly sweet and suspiciously green cocktail, Owen scans the room for a certain tall blonde. His relationship with Eden was only sort of defined, but when they were at the Capitol, he found himself gravitating towards her. It was almost pavlovian. "Your stylist outdid themselves," he opens with, his hand snaking around her waist as he approaches her from behind. Eden isn't exactly his girlfriend, but she's certainly become the closest thing to it. Owen knows she's not exactly everyone's cup of tea -- But she's never failed to keep him in her orbit. He already knows he'll be sneaking down to the District One apartments in the middle of the night at some point. "Your ass looks fucking amazing in that dress," He points out, ever the romantic. Leaning in, he kisses Eden's cheek, letting his arm linger. "S'good to see you."

[fclseconfidence]

— who: @devilwomcn / ryder & eden — where: wherever the mentors go to watch training — when: training day 1

He wasn’t paying much attention to what was happening through the window he was leaning against. His bad ear pressed to the glass, Ryder idly observed the male tribute from District 3 struggle to tie a simple knot while his attention was more directed at the group of mentors and handful of escorts in the room behind them. They were making observations about the tributes, putting out feelers for potential alliances that they could push their tributes toward once in the arena. Ryder probably should’ve been doing the same, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now. Brown eyes tilted to the side, where his tribute was sparring with someone from District 2. Marcus trained for this his entire life, and he had extra years of training than he was supposed to have, so Ryder didn't really think there was much he should have to do. Also, it was his fault that Ryder was here in the first place. And any and all sympathy the victor held in his heart withered away four years ago. The sound of footsteps approaching pulled Ryder out of his thoughts as he turned to see Eden standing beside him. “Your sister,” He said, glancing down where Silena was. The blonde was catching the eyes of most of the male tributes in the room. “Seems to be doing fine down there. Not nervous at all." Finally lifting his forehead off the glass, swiping away the spot it left there, Ryder shifted his glance to the other mentor. "Your boyfriend tell you what to expect in there? Anything you want to share with the class?”

[beneathoaktrees]

@devilwomcn

District 2– it’s well known to be a career district with numerous victors. It’s also namely known for volunteers. Every year a name is called and the words ‘I volunteer as tribute’ ring out not too long after. That is unless someone who will bring pride to their district is called— then there’s more hesitation to snag the coveted spot. It’s an honor, a source of pride, and while there’s a new victor among those in District 2, there was no doubt in Nico's mind as he stood next to Shay and eyes lingered on Owen and Thea from the Reaping that there would be more volunteers.

What fucking idiots.

Now that the mentors and victors are all back in the Capitol to be shown off to the piece of shits that live there, Nico finds himself on edge more often than not. He's no longer one of them. He's no longer part of the group that sees being a mentor and a victor as an honor. The well of his patience with the Capitol had shriveled up and burned up with Shay's reaping, something he couldn't even stop. The events, the apartment, the training center-- it's all a reminder of what they had lost. Ezra, their sanity, countless tributes that all seem to blend together, themselves. Nico takes two glasses of water from the Avox and moves back to Thea from the bar area. While he's barely hanging onto his sanity-- hers is long gone buried under dirt and a rock. "Thea," he says lightly but loud enough for her to hear him over the Capitol crowd. "Join me back on Earth," he murmurs, showing her the water. "It's only another thirty minutes and then we can leave, I promise," he adds.

[brutcllysoft]

@devilwomcn / shay & thea. setting: district two floor, pre the 100th hunger games.

None of this is going right. When the terms of the Quarter Quell had been released, the Morales family had had a family meeting and laid out the terms. They'd agreed that no matter what happened, none of them would volunteer. They couldn't risk going into the arena together, because only one person could come out. When Shay's name had been called, she locked eyes with her father and prayed that he wasn't going to abandon their deal and relief spread through her when he hadn't. If it's her and a bunch of strangers, maybe she would be able to come home. But then Ezra had thrown a wrench in that, the man shocking her as he volunteered and Shay felt her heart sink. She doesn't want to come home anymore. Can't imagine how she would be able to live with herself knowing that Ezra had gone into the arena with her and only she had come back. Selfishly, she hopes that when she goes, Ezra is with her. She hopes it's quick and any pain is eased by his presence and they can just fade away together, hand in hand.

Of course, she isn't going to say that. Not to anyone. She knows the chain reaction it would set off and she can't blame anyone. They're a family, even if not by blood and this is the worst scenario any of them could have imagined. With no shortage of victors in District Two, Shay had been naive enough to think they would escape something like this. She's been anxious and nauseous for the last however many days, barely able to keep herself together while in the public eye because she knows that she and Ezra can't afford to look weak right now. Thea is having a harder time with it, especially behind closed doors and Shay finds herself unsure of what to say to the woman for once in her life. She hovers by the table, fingers twisting around each other in a nervous fidget. "Have you been eating?" She settles on, falling back into old habits. There have been plenty of times when she's had to feed Thea. She might as well do it now, while she still can. "I don't really have any appetite right now, but... it's important, right? To keep our strength up right now?"

[paiintedinflames]

MCU AU | REINA | @devilwomcn​​

WHERE & WHEN the safe house, after reina & rowan break the avengers out of prison

In the years they’ve known one another, Reina has become a piece of Andy’s family. Joining the Avengers hadn’t been something he would ever predicted for himself, but he’s grateful for her. She’s someone who gets it in a way Caine doesn’t quite understand -- Andy doesn’t fault him for it, but he relishes in the comfort of having someone who won’t push him to talk or remember something; Someone who knows what it’s like to be a puppet that ripped off it’s strings. Most days he feels like he’s left picking up shards of glass with bloody hands -- Reina just gives him a look, one of pure and unabashed empathy. It creates a bond between them, feeling more like himself rather than someone to fear -- It brings his guard down around her, putting Reina in a place that he always assumed would be solely occupied by Caine. He can’t help but feel like the last few years have just been Caine and Reina pulling him from every pit fall he lands in, even if he’s responded in kind. 

Getting saved, once again, by the two of them? He’s not even a little shocked, only grateful to be off that fucking raft, having to listen to Scott complain about Tony Stark for the last year -- Staring at the same walls and bars and people day in and day out. In some fucked up way, it made him miss not being present in his own mind -- At least he didn’t have to think about anything but the mission then. Once again, Reina has saved him from himself. Hours pass before they have a moment to themselves, when his restless mind won’t let him sleep despite the exhaustion. He ends up outside in the hopes of getting fresh air, just to find her on the front steps of the porch as well. Wordlessly, he moves to sit next to her, knowing there’s no point in announcing himself -- She would know he was coming from the moment his feet hit the floor. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you have a sister.” Andy begins with the obvious, a half smile at his lips as he bumps shoulders with her. “Kinda fucked up, if you ask me. I thought we were friends.” 

[dumbofassary]

STARTER FOR. @devilwomcn​​ LOCATION. Prob at Ro and Andy’s house. 

Wes came with the intention to to see Andy. He knew the other man wasn’t exactly himself since he was released, anyone could probably tell that. But as his best friend, he felt like he had a duty to see it through and be there for him. And while Wes was dealing with his own shit, drinking more than he fucking should, he was a lit more worried about Andy. Reina wasn’t the one he specifically was looking for around here but she’d do. “Oh shit, didn’t realize you were here.” Actually, this was perfect. “I was supposed to give Jason this back,” He pulled out a pocket knife from his shirt, “But since he's not around, I guess I should give it back to you. You know, AJ’d probably like this.” He unfortunately knew how Reina’s son could be. He was creepily a little too like Jason. “Or if ya don’t have one for yourself, this one’s perfect. Almost accidentally needed it at The Dive last night.” Either his drinking was going to kill him or his drunken state was, he wasn’t sure which one it would be. Though honestly, he did want to stop for Ryan but that was a lot harder said than done. 

[bloodsrush]

starter for: @devilwomcn​. verse: lomk 2.0. location: reina and jason’s home.

Being together was simple, their situation wasn’t. Somewhere inside that truth held some sick metaphor, something about how they were doomed from the start and they should have just stopped. If only they listened to the little voice inside both of them that begged for a safer alternative. Take up a hobby, it might say, don’t fuck your in law. But when has Rick ever listened?

Jason was somewhere. Who knows. Probably doing something similar, sneaking around with a young siren who doesn’t know any better. And yet that doesn’t quite matter. Nothing that man ever did was filled with any kind substance. No, it was all sickeningly hollow, just as the organ inside his chest. A part of Rick deeply pities him. If only he had it in him to truly know his wife, to know Reina. Rick constantly beats himself up for not knowing her sooner, for not asking her questions or speaking with her sincerely instead of in passing, even when they were much younger. But now he’s spent the last nine or so years making up for lost time, knowing her. And even that wasn’t enough. Which is a prominent reason as to why he was still playing this game of caged secrecy. He would have spent forever in darkness just to be with her, to know her. Maybe, in hindsight, that’s what love was, futile and sacrificial. Rick was okay with that, as long as she was there. 

“You sure he’s not comin’ home?” Rick asks quietly, eyes narrowing, all while basking in Reina’s glory. They were lying together and have been since early morning. It must have been past noon now but Rick didn’t feel the need to check. Time moved differently when he was with Reina. His smile returns, Rick moving over to scoop Reina into his arms again, resting his head on the pillow just beside her head. The pads of his fingers drag up and down her back, the tip of his nose bumping with hers. “I planted the lemon tree, you know.” He says, his tone still lowered. “You can come by whenever you want to pick ‘em once they come in.” That’s when Rick finally looks at the time, his eyes averting over to the small clock located on Reina’s side table. He had to meet with a potential prospect soon, earning in a groan to sound from his throat. When his eyes drift to Reina again, his smile returns, pressing his forehead to hers as he moves to hover over her now. “You know, we’ve still got...half an hour until I have to go...”

[goblinkingg]

GILGAMESH + THENA / @devilwomcn​​ SETTING The Domo; 2026

He cannot explain why he has chosen to trust these visitors, these fellow creations of Arishem. Or why he believes them when they spill out their truth, the lies they have been fed for a millennium.  Gilgamesh cannot explain why this woman in white feels more familiar to him than any member of his own family. He does not know what compels him to follow them–her–aboard their ship, an uncanny resemblance to the one that had brought him to the new planet he is supposed to protect. It is familiar in another way too. As though he has been here once in a dream.

He does know one thing. He knows that the first time his eyes settled on the visiting warrior–Thena, she introduced herself almost in tears–his heart felt whole for the first time. And he had not even known that he had only had half a heart until that moment.

Arishem be damned. If what these Eternals say is true, that Gilgamesh had a life, had a love, had a whole heart in his chest, before being dropped on a husk of a planet riddled with deviants–an enemy he had defeated before but cannot, now, not remember–then why should he stay? “Why?” he asks himself. Asks his crew. Asks Thena.

Thena. His heart races when he catches her alone in the familiar belly of the Domo. He had not meant for this to be their first encounter, he simply meant to watch. But his feet move too heavily, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous space, and he draws her attention. Suddenly he is unsure how to speak, if he even has the ability. “Hello,” is the first word he speaks to her without the watchful eyes of Druig and Makkari. “Druig tells me that you and I have quite a history.”

[selfmademythology]

starter for: @devilwomcn | cyrus & eden. location: capitol celebration after the tribute parade.

Needless to say, there’s no love between District One and Twelve. There’s a glaringly obvious difference between the two, it doesn't take much to figure that out. Eden and Cyrus are no different. He finds the blonde to be insufferable, with an over inflated ego that he enjoys poking holes in. She's everything he hates about the Capitol, the Games, then entire system. Sure, she’s ended up in his bed on more than one occasion — He hates her, but Cyrus can’t deny that he’s a simple man. Despite how insufferable Eden is, she’s gorgeous, all legs and blonde hair. Once he’s had a few drinks (and typically when he and Dinah aren’t speaking), insults turn into tearing each other's clothes off. A means to an end. 

“Pretty fucked up that the guy who killed one’a your sisters is the one helping mentor this one.” Cyrus greets her, downing another glass of champagne as he approaches her. Looking her up and down, he's grateful his idiot stylist has always opted to just put him in black -- Rather than something so shiny it makes him wince, like the prep team from District One. Bit on the nose, if you ask him. “Hopefully it goes better this time.” Cyrus continues with a shrug, glancing over his shoulder at Silena across the room. He can't deny she's a frontrunner for the Games, given that she's the spitting image of Eden -- The younger and shinier version, who will certainly put on a show for the Capitol and sponsors. She certainly blows his own pathetic tributes out of the water.

"Or maybe that's your strategy?" He continues, smirk at his lips, hoping to get a rise out of the woman. "Off the other two so the Capitol will only pay attention to you? S'one hell of a way to secure your spot, Vale."

[fclseconfidence]

— who: @devilwomcn / jeremiah & thea — where: the viewing gallery for sponsors & mentors — when: day 2 of the 101st Hunger Games

“Good morning, Thea,” Jeremiah approached the woman from District 2 with his hands in his pockets. With how closely he’s worked with other people from District 2 - whether for alliances in the games or more secret plans that he wouldn’t divulge - their paths crossed a few times. And with the games in full swing, he needed a distraction. He wasn’t interested in watching these kids suffer, and he didn’t really need to start kissing sponsors asses just yet. One of the many benefits of being from a career district. The night before he had locked in enough to keep Nadia comfortable for a few days. So he might as well mingle right? At least mingle with those he knew were his allies. And while he didn’t know much about the woman before him, he could assume that she didn’t really want to watch what was happening either. “You’re looking lovely.” Putting on a charming smile, Jeremiah offered the woman a hand. “They’ve got a really nice garden out in the courtyard. Would you like to join me in exploring?”

[fclseconfidence]

— who: @devilwomcn / monroe & thea — where: the district 2 apartment — when: the first night at the capitol

“Thea?” Monroe had been up most of the night the night before, and she still couldn’t sleep. There was far too much to do, far too little time, and the nightmares were starting back up again. It was easier for her to just work through the night, sleep once everything is done, and maybe miss some of the games. She didn’t need to see the bloodshed again. Never again. She hadn’t wanted to in the first place, but she was sent here for  a reason. She had been pouring hot water into a mug, watching as the liquid darkened as the tea started to brew, when footsteps echoed behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she was surprised to see the former victor standing in the doorway. Thea had been so scarce since the reaping, Monroe had almost forgotten she was there. “I didn’t see you there.” It came out more like a question. Like Monroe was anxious to say the wrong thing. It wasn’t like she was scared of Thea, she just wasn’t sure if the older woman liked her. “Couldn’t sleep either?” She asked lamely, eyes going back down to the mug in front of her. “Can I offer you some tea?”

[brutcllysoft]

@devilwomcn / silena & eden.

So far, everything has been just as exciting as Silena had always believed it would be. She's still high on the adrenaline rush that came from volunteering, the goodbye with her parents having passed by so quickly she's barely even sure she remembers it before she had been swept up into the train. While her life in District One is cushy by comparison to the lower districts, the train car is still nicer than anything she's ever seen before. It's almost a little jarring, but Silena had taken it all in stride. "You're going to give yourself frown lines," she scolds, raising a brow at Eden when they're finally away from prying eyes of the rest of their team. "What are you making that face for?"

[brutcllysoft]

@devilwomcn

rowan swears that the last four days have been nothing short of disastrous. usually she would say she's pretty good at compartmentalizing and looking at the big picture — even if something goes wrong, it doesn't mean everything is going wrong. typically she can keep her wits about her in these situations and carry on and make the best of it. except right now everything is going wrong and it has been from the moment her plane touched down in brazil. today, the weather is working against her with heavy rains and strong winds have started in the early hours of the morning, carrying on right through the afternoon despite reassurance from locals that it would let up soon.

the opposite had happened, though. rowan's sure it's raining harder now than it had been hours ago and her heart sinks into her stomach when she looks out at the venue, water having begun spilling in hours ago, steadily raising higher and higher. she pales, nausea churning in her stomach. "i think i'm gonna throw up." the venue has already been up her ass, reminding her of the fines that would come with cancelling or rescheduling and doing their best to reassure her that everything is still just fine. she turns to look a reina, blue eyes wide and borderline hysterical. "what do we do? we can't... this isn't safe, right?" she fans at her face with one hand, the other sweeping her hair off the back of her neck. she's hot suddenly. "this cannot be happening right now."

[dumbofassary]

STARTER FOR. @devilwomcn​​ (marlena) LOCATION.  BRENNA AND MARLENA’S PLACE

He had been spending more and more time at his sister’s lately, mainly because he didn’t want to go home alone to an empty apartment. Alone with his thoughts was not somewhere he wanted to be. And the fact that Brenna lived there was also a bonus. 

“You’re gonna need a new toilet.” He announced as he joined her back at the kitchen table. It was his duty to annoy his sister, including leaving a massive dump. “And no I’m not going to expand further on that, you can find out for yourself.” Most of the time, he was pretty mature but being around his sister, it always brought out his childish side. “Have you spoken to mom and dad? Dad’s thinking of buying a porsche because he’s having his third quarter crisis. I told mom that’s incredibly cliche.” 

[dumbofassary]

STARTER FOR.  @devilwomcn​​ (LARA) LOCATION.  LARA’S AND TOM’S HOUSE.

There was only so much you could say to a woman whose child was just gone. Missing. When he first heard that Ellie was missing, he couldn’t move. She wasn’t his but he loved her. He couldn’t have even imagined the toll it would take on their whole family. Cass wasn’t the same. Lara wasn’t the same. Tom wasn’t the same. It was unfair to say that Ellie was the glue but things were a lot easier when she was here. 

Any day that he wasn’t training or had a fight, he went over to the Mills’ house, making sure they had everything that they needed. Hell, he even learned how to cook in case Tom or Lara needed to eat. Anything he could do to help. At this point, Josh just walked right into their house, chicken parm in one hand as he did so. It was the day after a fight which meant that he relaxed and spent an hour in his own kitchen, letting the cuts and bruises heal a bit. “Hey,” He said as he spotted Lara in her usual spot, “I made chicken parm for you two, labeled it and everything.” He would eventually go to put it in the freezer once he made his way to the kitchen. “Did you get any sleep last night? You look almost as bad as I do,” Through his joking, he was truly worried about her, “You gotta rest at some point. You ever smoke some indica before? It might do you good.” 

[brutcllysoft]

CLOSED — @devilwomcn​ WHO — makkari & thena SETTING — the barn in south dakota

Throwing a wedding together in a matter of days was never going to be an easy task and Makkari was okay with that. In all honesty, she didn’t need anything even remotely elaborate or fancy to marry Druig — all she needed was an officiant, a witness and him, but thanks to their family they had managed to pull it together. Between Phastos and Sersi, the two had managed to set up a little something in the backyard and Kingo had returned from the pasture behind Ajak’s home with a little bouquet of wildflowers (something he was all too proud of) and Makkari had zipped into a nearby town earlier in the day to find something to wear. The white sundress billows around her knees, her loose curls falling down her back as she paces the length of Ajak’s porch. Makkar has never been a patient woman and this is certainly no exception to that. She’s practically vibrating, more than eager to hurry up and finally be able to call Druig her husband but she has half a mind to say forget it to whatever it is Sersi is trying to perfect and just get on with it already. But then she casts a glance in the other woman’s direction and she doesn’t have the heart too — Sersi has been through so much these last few days, and she looks like she’s enjoying herself now, turning weeds into flowers and weaving them together. Makkari isn’t going to take that away from her.

Then she feels something shift, vibrations coming from the barn and her head snaps in that direction. She frowns, setting the flowers down on the side table and walking — at an excruciatingly human pace because she doesn’t want to have to fix her hair again because of the wind — towards the building. She’s half expecting to find Sprite in there who has been, understandably, even more sulky than usual but she is surprised to find Thena instead. Thena is a little erratic, though not in a frightening way, her movements a little more tense than usual and though Makkari obviously can’t hear her, she can see her lips moving and feel the vibrations of her talking to herself. A stone of guilt settles in her stomach and she can’t help but wonder if, maybe, this is in poor taste. Thena is still obviously grieving the loss of Gil, something Makkari knows isn’t ever going to really go away, and here she — and here she is, days later. Getting married to Druig is something that Makkari wants more than anything and right now she needs the stability and permanence that comes with it after having almost lost him, but she hates the idea that it might be hurting Thena and bringing up bittersweet memories for her. Her knuckles rap against the barn wood softly, alerting the other woman to her presence. “Hey,” she greets with a wave of her hand once Thena’s eyes settle on her. “You okay?”