#sebastian dubois

[montygatorguy]

lance to his sons

[yuuniee]

“Oh dear, it seems you’ve met with such a terrible fate... Would you like me to help you out?”

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Name: Sebastian Dubois

Japanese: セバスチャン・デュボア (sebasuchan dyuboa)

Dorm: Pomefiore 👑

Birthday: 24th November

Age: ???

Height: 182 cm

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: City of Flowers

Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed father

Voiced by: Daisuke Ono

Nicknames/Aliases: Monsieur Ten-face (Rook), Anglerfish/Ankou-senpai (Floyd)

Grade: Third

Class: 3-C (no. 08)

Club: Movie Appreciation Club

Best Subject: Ancient Curses

Hobby: Crocheting

Favorite Food: Creme brulee

Least Favorite Food: Escargot

Pet Peeves: Failure

Talent: Identifying gems

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Appearence: Sebastian is a young man with curly black hair that’s divided right in the middle, green eyes, fair skin, and slightly toned body.

In his school uniform, he wears the standard Night Raven College uniform; white shirt, violet vest and pants with gold stripes facing out on each leg. Except, he wears his black jacket on his shoulders like Lilia and he wears black pointed shoes with his white socks visible. He also wears a golden armwatch on his right wrist.

In his dorm uniform, he wears the standard Pomefiore uniform with violet eyeshadow.

Personality: He is outwardly a generous, polite and caring gentleman that always smiles and dotes on everyone in a loving manner. Yet he also seems to bear a cruel and sadistic nature that shows at certain times...

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Unique Magic: “Hourglass Effect”

It allows him to control time for a limited amount in a small area. He can also use it on himself, someone else or an inanimate object. However, it takes a lot of concentration and energy to use, so he can’t use it for too long or else he may accumulate blot and it may lead to overblotting.

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P.S: This is actually him without his coat, vest and jacket, and also I had to put sneakers since the picrew didn’t have these options that I put on his appearence... I know it’s free to edit, I just chose not to!

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🥀 Fun Facts:

Everywhere he goes, he carries a pocket mirror. When asked, he’ll just say to fix his uniform or makeup because he wants to be flawless at all times.

When MC and Grim first meet him, he introduces himself as a staff member. Later, Rook tells them that he is actually a third year student but he’s told the same joke to everyone else.

In his Dorm Uniform story, he mentions his grandmother used to bake pies at Mondays and it would smell delicious. That was why he had tried to bake one himself to keep a tradition going.

Strangely, Lilia seems to know him a bit too well... He even warns MC and their friends about him and tells them to stay away from him. When he hears that, he comes out and says, “That fae sure knows how to lie about someone. I was only intending to befriend you all as my precious juniors!”

From canon cast, he seems to bear hatred for certain people like Vil, Silver, Azul and Epel... Though he doesn’t show it on the outside, you can see his eye slightly twitching.

Sometimes, at night, he may go on a midnight stroll in his dorm as to clear his mind.

[More facts are yet to come!]

[yuuniee]

[CRACKS KNUCKLES SFX] HERE WE GOOOOO!!!!

(Actually, I have like 30 ocs so I’ll just do one from each dorm! Lmk through the asks if you want to see others too though!)

🕊️ Renée:

Battle Start: Please don’t make this harder than it has to be...

Battle End: I’ll have the Headmaster take care of this next time.

🎩 Charlotte:

Battle Start: The party is just getting started~!

Battle End: We’re all mad here! 😊

🐻 Viktor:

Battle Start: Don’t come closer, it won’t end well...

Battle End: It seems you still got a long way to go.

🦪 Fawn:

Battle Start: Fufufu~ I see you dare to challenge me~

Battle End: Oh, it’s done? I thought we were just getting started~

⏳ Rashid:

Battle Start: May the sands consume you...

Battle End: What made you think you could withstand my power?

🥀 Sebastian:

Battle Start: Tremble before me!

Battle End: Goodness gracious... You truly are a fool~

🎧 Zephyr:

Battle Start: I don’t want to do any of this, but...

Battle End: Are you alright..?

🕸️ Hera:

Battle Start: It seems somebody needs to be disciplined.

Battle End: What a shame...

So I didn't see this as a prompt in the TWST OC questionnaire but if your OC had opening and victory battle taunts, what would they be?

Tagging @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @inmateofthemind @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @koukoii @thehollowwriter

No pressure to do this if you don't want to btw, just thought it might be a fun prompt!

As for my three main boys, theirs are below the cut if anyone is curious.

Copper Benoit: "Dyin' is the day worth livin' for!"/"What'd I tell ya, lads? Take a walk."

Wei Renqiao: "I'll see you kneel in pieces."/"This is the end of your arrogance. Bow to me."

Chrysanthos Shroud: "Keep moving, junior."/"I told you, and I handled it. Have a nice day~."

[sweettomyhoney]

I can tell you right now every woman of color following hockey has noticed it 💀 it’s another thing that no one gives a shit. as much as I wanna be delusional and believe that they’d go for someone who isn’t white or doesn’t have eurocentric features I know they would never because that’s not gonna get them points in the locker room is it? it all comes down to how you’re perceived by the other deeply misogynistic lowkey racist guys in the locker room

I would kill to be a fly on the wall. I really want locker room culture to be investigated. So many instances of racism, homophobia, and hazing have come to light. My biggest question is: what are they saying about Black women and other women of color? And why are the men of ethnic and Black backgrounds allowing it?

[somethinginthewayne]

What, we couldn’t afford Ratcatcher 1? He’s dead. This is his daughter.

[frogbestfriend]

Ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be a scruffy old man with a wedding ring

[endlessly-cursed]

Over the Brink of War, Chapter One: A Historic Fall

A/N: The first chapter is finally after months gatekeeping it out of laziness lol. This series is in the same universe and timeline as @kathrynalicemc​ ‘s The Phoenix Resistance. The og cast belongs to her. Also, check out The Phoenix Archives for more BTS work with new and old characters! 

Summary: Elodie receives an offer she’s been waiting to receive... for 40 years 

Featuring..: Elodie Dubois, Sebastian Dubois, James Dubois, Kaari Arcano, Devon Marlowe ( both belonging to @kathrynalicemc​ ) Lyubomir Vulchanov ( @magicallymalted​ ) 

Word Count: 2.2k 

Bill and Fleur’s wedding, 17:40

Elodie watched her son dance with his wife, as well as her grandson dance with his own. They all smiled and danced away, no worries or concerns between them. Suddenly, her stomach turned. She thought it was her illness yet again, until something inside her told her “Something’s about to happen. Something bad. Terrible, even.” Instinctively, she grabbed her great-granddaughter, who happily fussed with her shirt and pearl necklace and told her family to pick up their things.

The feeling was growing stronger, and worse. She felt it’d happen at any moment. Baby Lucille started fussing, noticing her great-grandmother’s queasiness and she rocked her, trying to calm her down, but it was helpless. Something was about to happen, and it’d happen at any moment. James kept pressing why they were leaving. She just told them to trust her on this one.

She could hear a girl shriek “YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME?!”

Before he could even open his mouth, Kingsley’s Patronus announced the Ministry of Magic’s fall, and death eaters came in, plunging into chaos. “James, get your wife and daughter into safety. We’ll deal with them.”

James and Isolda quickly left, and Sebastian and Elodie plunged into action. She struck one death eater in the chest with an ancient spell, then waved her wand and knocked out three. She prayed to Rowena that her grandson and great-granddaughter had apparated. One death eater grabbed her, but she elbowed him in the nose and struck him with the head of her wand, and was soon stupefying death eaters left and right.

Sebastian was also a quick one, and for a moment, she saw him. They focused on the same way, and had the same face when they were passionate about something.

However, Elodie, at her advanced age, was only so strong, and signaled her son that she’d make herself scarce and to come home safe. She ducked one death eater and apparated herself in the hospital, coughing up blood and shaking. Her nurse was quick to grab her and chide her for having been so reckless. She retched the whole night.

Lone Star Tavern, Whitechapel, London- 25th of August, 1997

Kaari greeted Devon and she signaled him to sit down. He asked “Who else have you thought for this, Dev?”

“Henry, obviously, and someone else. She’s quite old, and there is a rumor that she is sickly, but her knowledge and experience could help us with the war.”

Kaari then looked at two photos. In there, one was from a long time ago, perhaps the fifties: stood there a beautiful woman, of sweet blue eyes, dark hair and behind her was Tom Riddle, who looked at her in an interesting way. It read ‘Celestial Ball, 1948’. So, maybe someone that was close to him?

The second photo was a recent one: stood there a woman with platinum hair, in her sixties, perhaps seventies, with the same blue eyes, but with wisdom and secrets behind her eyes. It read ‘Elodie Dubois, 1992’. “From what I gather, Elodie used to be a girlfriend of Tom Riddle, until his goals separated her and dated someone else. She also has a son from that relationship, Sebastian, though we have no information of the father, though many suspect that he was Lyubomir Vulchanov, a pureblood who is a bit fascinated with necromancy. The point is, she knows the Dark Lord in a way we don’t, as well as his past and is from a house of healers, and she is a talented healer and dueler. She was notorious in Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Her age hasn’t gotten in the way of her prowess. I think she and her son would make two fine additions.”

Kaari nodded “It’d certainly be wise to include the Dark Lord’s ex here. What she knows of him may help us, though I wouldn’t take her to raids, but she can train the young ones. Her son, I’d be open for that.”

“You know what to do, right?”

Kaari smirked “Haven’t you heard? I am the kind of guy grandmothers like.”

Nando’s, London, 09.30am, 1997

Elodie had come out of her monthly hospital stay and had gone out for groceries, keeping a low profile. Surely these death eaters had some regard of a poor old lady? She tried to reach a jar of jam, but she was too short. Cons of old age. You had the height you once had when you were twelve.

“Allow me.” A masculine voice suddenly came. He had a rather long, thick black hair and several scars, and smelled like the north—Norway, to be exact. He gave her the jar and offered to help her with the groceries, a winning smile on his face. He wanted something from her. And he was no death eater. She quickly gave him a helpless old lady smile and both of them walked, aware that they were being watched “I hope I have reached Elodie Dubois. Not that I wouldn’t help a helpless old lady.” He winked.

“How can I help you, sir?”

He whispered “More like how can you help the world, Mrs. Dubois.”

She then observed around, and a golden flick came into her view, like a phoenix coming back from the dead. The youngsters had been quicker to form some sort of resistance against Tom. At least they had been quicker this time. Elodie was quick to put on her mask and groaned in pain “Oh, my back aches. Please, good sir, would you accompany me to my home? I’m afraid I can’t carry all of this on my own.”

He smiled “It’d be my pleasure.”

As they got away from the supermarket and started getting deeper into the streets. The moment they reached her flat and came into the elevator, she extended her hand “Elodie Dubois. What is your name, young man?”

He instead kissed it, but Elodie remained unfazed and unimpressed “Kaari Arcano, madame. I have an offer for you and your son.”

They came into the flat and Sebastian looked confused at his mother, and seized up Kaari “Who’s this bloke, mother?”

“Kaari Arcano. Sebastian, right? Nice to meet you, mate.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow but shook his hand “What brings you here?” His eyes went wide as he too saw the symbol and sat with both of them. Elodie motioned Kaari to talk “It has come to my knowledge that you, Elodie, used to… be close to the Dark Lord and have been one of the first people to go against him. Dumbledore admired you and tried to recruit you for the Order of the Phoenix, am I right?”

“You never told me that last part, Mama.”

“Hush, Sebastian. Yes, he tried to recruit me and I rejected his offer. That man makes of poor, innocent children his toy soldiers, and that is something I am against. Children are children, even if they think themselves the next Superman or Wonder Woman. We ought to leave their childhoods alone, not stain them with blood and loss.”

“Well, neither of us are children here, are we? We are adults who need your experience, knowledge and expertise, and your son’s experience as a Curse-breaker, of course. We are the Phoenix Resistance, and our main jobs are smuggling innocents out of the harm’s way and weaken the Dark Lord with raids.”

Elodie looked at Kaari “I take you also have Trojan Horse within their walls?”

Kaari frowned and Sebastian translated “She’s asking if you also have a spy working for them and you.”

“Oh. Yes, we do! Though, we can’t say who, but we do, aye.”

“Good. I have one condition.”

He waved his hand, inviting “Go ahead.”

“I have to meet the boss, whoever it is. I want to tell them what I know myself.”

“That can be arranged.”

Two days later, Elodie had put on a royal blue suit and brushed her hair, and walked into the tavern, following Kaari all along. Her son stayed behind and admired the place. She came into their base of operations and was surprised to see a small, blonde woman with glasses and who didn’t seem to notice them. She also had some white scars on her body. Lighting scars. She knew a remedy or two to keep them at bay, as well as a surgery to remove them from sight. Kaari started signing “Dev, this is Elodie. Elodie, this is Devon Marlowe.”

Recognition came into her eyes. She had been the poor girl who nearly died after being struck by lightning. Her colleague had done her treatment, as well as attended her. She spoke as Kaari translated “Miss Marlowe. Your strength knows no bounds, I see. I’m delighted that someone like you is the force behind this.”

“Mrs. Dubois. Many speak of your talent for healing, as well as your past with the Dark Lord. I won’t lie, your knowledge and experience will certainly be of help to us. I’d be glad to hear your story.”

“I take that you can read my thoughts.” Devon nodded. She turned to Kaari “Leave us. This is women’s business.” He tried to complain, but she raised her hand to shut him and waved him to leave. He sighed. He couldn’t win this fight.

I won’t say that he was once a saint. He had his faults, but surely everyone had them. I could swear that there was this softness, this connection when we were alone. He told me his family history once, drunk and feeling embarrassed. You see, he is a hypocrite. A half-blood, borne of a pureblood woman who was crazy in love and a poor muggle man who was forcibly roped into the scheme. She seduced him with a love potion. I wasn’t aware then that a child borne of love potions couldn’t be able to love anybody whatsoever.

I knew he felt embarrassed about it. But I thought he meant the circumstances of his birth, not his blood. When he took things too far, I tried to warn him of dancing too close to the sun. We argued, and broke apart. I wouldn’t see him that way ever again. As I healed, I started my opposition against him, and everyone was appalled, but I didn’t care. I had my Miro beside me, and together we did our best, but alas, we were few, and many were attracted to him, what he offered. In a way, he shares that with the Devil. He hasn’t always been that pale bald man with no nose and monstruous affairs. No. He was beautiful, and once was Hogwarts’ future and pride. But greed and power got the best of him. And thus, he went that far.

I know some people who can be of help, and that would be glad to take him down. I also know you’ve been asking around in the hospital. I am sick, yes, but I have also made a vow: I won’t allow myself to die until he dies first. Until that day, you have my help. I possess more knowledge, so ask away.

They talked some more about strategies and what use her son would be, and soon was his turn. He wasn’t thrilled to be bossed by a young girl, but it was better than being undercover forever.

Waving goodbye to Kaari, they left with homework: to get to know Voldemort’s plans for everybody and bring supplies.

Elodie’s apartment, London, 21:10

Her son had been awfully quiet for some time now, and barely said a word to his mother. The moment James and his family left to sleep, Sebastian stopped Elodie and questioned her “Why was never father here?”

“I kicked him out.”

“But why?”

She sighed “Like the Dark Lord, he had dangerous hobbies and would’ve been a danger to stay here. I made him choose between that or me. He didn’t choose. He left.”

“What’s his name?”

She sighed. It’s been over forty years. He was either dead or with a family of his own “Lyubomir Vulchanov. He’s a pureblood man from Bulgaria and Norway. And… a necromancer student.”

Sebastian nodded, and sighed “It’s time then.”

Elodie blinked “Pardon?”

He looked at his mother “I’m a grown up. I have my own family. There’s nothing stopping you from seeing him.”

“Sebastian—,”

“Do it for me. I don’t want you to give up on the love of your life for me. Please.”

Elodie sighed “I’ll think about it. But it’s been forty years. Maybe he’s married and has beautiful children.”

“I have a feeling that it’s not the case.”

During two weeks, she tried to write him a letter. She still remembered where he lived after all those years, but nothing of it made sense. She had burned over fifty letters. Then, while watching a movie, the craziest and most rash decision she ever made came to her.

Tromso, Vulchanov manor, Norway, 30th of August, 1997

Elodie’s heart raced incredibly fast, her small luggage weighing in her hands. At least they had a bell. She took a few deep breaths and pressed the bell, and then knocked on the door. At first, silence. Then, she heard a few steps inside and someone opened the door; there he was.

He was older, naturally, and had white hair and his blue eyes seemed tired, and was dressed with a simple shirt and some maroon pantaloons. He narrowed his eyes through his glasses. He asked something in Norwegian.

“It’s me, Miro. Elodie.”

He stiffened and recognition came through his eyes “Elodie…?”

She bit her lip “Surprise, I suppose?”

[anarkhebringer]

Anyway I've been thinking about last names for the bachelor/ettes, and the names for some of their parents (not all but I do plan on coming back to it eventually)

So far I've got:

Elliott Cullinane (parents: Conan and Margaret Cullinane)

Penny Smith (parents: Pam Smith and Robert Smith)

Sebastian Fong (parents: Robin Ryans and Kai Fong)

Maru Ryans (parents: Demetrius Ryans and Robin Ryans)

Sam Jones (parents: Jodi Jones and Kent Jones)

Abigail Dubois (parents: Pierre Dubois and Caroline Dubois)

Harvey Williams

Shane Foster

Emily Burton (parents: George Burton and Amelia Burton)

Haley Burton (parents: George Burton and Amelia Burton)

Alex Martin (parents: Clara Martin and Louis Martin)

Leah MacDonald

[magicalqueennightmare]

Trust Me (Pt 1/4)

Rick Flag X Reader

Post Corto Maltese AU

You're mourning the love of your life and your team can't see you tear yourself to pieces any longer. The question is, are you as strong as they're giving you credit for?

Corto Maltese. You fucking hated Corto Maltese. It was a beautiful country and now led by kind people who'd been so very greatful to be a free country but it was the root of your every nightmare. The reason you couldn't sleep most nights and why your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest and a hollow hull left behind in its wake.

Weeks had passed since the last time you'd stepped foot there, wanting to never see those grounds again.

Now you stood in the small apartment you shared with Harley and Cleo, packing what little belongings mattered to the three of you enough to take. How the hell had Dubois and Harley talked you into this? Oh yeah, they'd brought Rick into it.

You jolted awake, clawing at your chest. Despite the cool night you were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. For just a moment you allowed yourself the luxury of believing it was just a nightmare, that you'd feel his hands on your back any moment and hear his voice in your ear whispering soothing words.

When no movement came from the other side of the bed a sob ripped from your throat as the cold grip of reality once more wrapped itself around you threatening to squeeze what life there was left out of you.

He was gone. You'd held him in your arms as the light left those hazel eyes you loved with everything you had. You felt a shudder run through you as the image of the piece of porcelain that pierced his heart flashed through your mind.

"Why did you have to be so God damn good?" You whispered to the darkened room, angry tears rolling down your face. What you were angry at, you weren't even sure. Peacemaker for killing him? Waller for masterminding it? You for falling in love with him in the first place? Or were you angry with him for the years he spent earning your trust, being your friend before earning your heart only to crush it when his stopped beating.

His voice played through your mind "I love you so damn much Darlin" "It's me and you, always" "Hey, look at me.We will make it out of this"

Your hand reached out and before you knew what was happening the glass you'd left on the table next to your bed was shattering against the wall "YOU FUCKIN LEFT ME!" You screamed at a dead man, letting the sorrow overtake the anger. You'd embraced the anger for too long. You'd needed it then. It'd gotten you on your feet. It'd killed peacemaker. It had helped saved Corto Maltese and what was left of your team. You couldn't hold onto it any longer, you were strong enough.

Your body curled into itself, shuddering with every sob that tore from your throat. You barely registered the door opening or the sound of voices and the light squeaking of Sebastian until you felt the bed dip and Harleys arms wrap around you "Come here dollface. I got ya" Cleos hands touched your back as well "Cry all you need to. We're here for you" you felt a small nose nudge at your neck along with her words and knew Sebastian was doing his best to comfort you as well. You appreciated the effort and truly did love the three of them but you knew the comfort you needed would never come, you'd left his body buried in the rubble at Jotunheim.

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You must have fallen asleep at some point because when you woke up sunlight streamed into the window and only Sebastian remained in the bed with you. The little fella was tightly curled into the bend of your neck on your pulse point and it occurred to you it was probably a way to make sure you weren't panicking in your sleep.

You gently ran your fingers along his back and he stretched slowly then looked up at you and dipped his head before jumping down and running out of the room. You laughed despite yourself at watching him.

You moved to get up but froze when you heard Dubois' deep voice "Harley we need to talk to her about this" "I told ya to let me handle it" Cleos light tone cut in "Why don't we speak with her together?"

You could guess on the who so you quickly threw the blanket off and padded across the floor, snatching the door open "Or just tell her now" Dubois and Harley both looked like deer in headlights.

You could practically hear them arguing with their eyes on who had to tell you whatever this was so you raised one hand "Robert, speak" he cut his eyes at Harley who blurted out "Sol needs help with rebuilding efforts" your eyes nearly popped out of your head as a bitter laugh escaped you. "Fuck you both and fuck her if you think I'm stepping foot in that place again after what I lost there"

You spun around to walk back into your room but Dubois called your name and you stopped to hear him say "What would Flag do? Leave people who need help high and dry or jump in?" Your vision shifted from anger as you spun to face him "Robert don't"

He took a step towards you "Sweetheart. I know you loved him. I know it killed you losing him but he made me promise if something happened to take care of you and what we've all been up to? That ain't it. That man worshiped the ground you walked on, let's go be good guys for him" you stood there, anger rolling off of you in waves but when Dubois didn't back down you felt yourself deflate especially when Harley mentioned "They need help at the children's wing in the hospital too, plus facing trauma helps"

You felt tears sting your eyes "You promise I won't be alone" Robert laid a hand on your shoulder before squeezing gently "I promise" you nodded slowly "When do we leave?"

You sat between Dubois and Nanaue on the plane, nervously picking at your thumbnails until Robert's hand covered yours "Stop that" you cut your eyes at him and he half smiled "Calm down. You're strong enough to handle this" you shook your head "You've got a lot more faith in me than I've got in myself" Nanaue shook his head "Friend strong" and smiled brightly.

Oh to be as unaware as sharkboy was at times. Once Robert released your hand your fingers moved to instead fidget with the jacket you wore. It was Rick's. The dark leather was soft to the touch on the inside and thick enough to keep you warm despite the chill working its way through you. It was one of the few things you'd kept from his apartment.

You knew what mattered to him and what was expandable. This jacket had been his for the last ten years, you'd claimed it post mission a couple years back and he'd always wore it just enough "to make sure it smelled like him" when you wore it.

A slight scent of his cologne still clung to the liner and you dreaded the day it would fade. Along with the jacket you'd kept that damn hat of his. The stupid ass american flag one that he'd always worn given any chance, the one you always teased him about. The one, he'd given you to pull your hair back with the day you didn't have a hair tie at the shooting range one day and swore he'd never seen a more gorgeous sight.

You blinked away the tears trying to spill from the memories slamming into you one by one. You weren't sure what was harder to wrap your head around, the fact that he was gone or the fact that while he was alive he'd loved you so damn fiercely. A man as strong and brave and kind hearted as Rick Flag looked at you and saw someone who deserved the world and did everything in his power to give that to you.

You let out a shaky breath and leaned your head back against the wall of the plane, attempting to close your eyes. "Can I braid ya hair when we land doll?" Harley asked and you cut your eyes open to see she was staring at you so you half smiled "Of course Harls" she giggled and clapped her hands.

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When the plane landed after Harley had braided both yours and Cleo's hair all of you grabbed your bags then walked off the plane to where two dark green jeeps sat waiting. You spotted Sol standing next to one of them and a small smile slipped onto her face when her eyes locked onto yours.

She walked straight past everyone else to you, stopping just shy of you. She looked as if she meant to hug you so you stepped closer and she pulled you into her arms "How are you?" she whispered into your ear and you nodded "Well enough. I'm here to help, wherever we can" she pulled back from you and looked from Robert to Harley and you weren't sure what passed between the three of them before she nodded and motioned to the jeeps "We'll show you where you'll be staying then we'll see where you'll be most comfortable getting started"

@princesssunderworld don't hurt me I promise it gets better 😂

[fandomnerd9602]

Cleo Cazo (Ratcatcher 2) X reader please.

Dubois: alright we’re all going to split off and cover more-

Cleo jumps on Y/N’s back…

Cleo: I stay with Y/N

Dubois: but the team has to-

Cleo: no. I am staying with them

Cleo whines…

Y/N: you heard the lady, Bloodsport.

Sebastian the rat squeaks in agreement…

[montygatorguy]

wow i wrote something for the first time in a month good for me

[imasradiantasthesun]

Hey!!!

I’m interested in your thoughts: how many living Victors do you think each District has at the time of the QQ reaping?

omg hi!! thank you so much for the ask, i love talking about the victors!! iirc there were 59 victors still alive shortly before the quell, so here's what i think:

1: 11 total, 8 living: Jasper Montgomery (2nd, dec.); Ruby Red Bird (6th); Mirage Dubois (17th); Luxe Cloud (22nd); Jade Crawford (30th); Onyx O'Hara (42nd); Amber Nova Astor-Moon (51st); Quartz Whitegrass (59th); Cashmere Davenport (63rd); Gloss Davenport (64th); Crystal Chanel Michaels (66th)

2: 14 total, 11 living: Rex Barnes (1st, dec.); Atticus Nader (4th, dec.); Diana Roseman (8th, dec.); Florence Malina (19th); Ace Robinson (27th); Violet Rashid (28th); Valerie Banks (36th); Brutus Kumar (40th); Emmeline (Lyme) Lin (46th); Leo Kalinin (52nd); Sebastian Kim (56th); Enobaria Moore (62nd); Augustus Braun (67th); Julian Stone (72nd)

3: 5 total, 4 living: Edie Faris (13th, dec.); Sofie Park (26th); Beetee Latier (33rd); Wiress Payne (48th); Gage Patel (54th)

4: 10 total, 9 living: Tomi Ando (5th, dec.); Magdalena (Mags) Flanagan (11th); Caspian Zhang (15th); Siobhan Sullivan (24th); Dylan Kahale (32nd); Estrella Williams (39th); Pearl Davis (49th); Halia Kane (55th); Finnick Odair (65th); Anemone (Annie) Cresta (70th)

5: 4 total, 3 living: Dacie Quinn (16th, dec.); Porter Millicent Tripp (38th); Wyatt Medina (44th); Vander Allen (61st)

6: 3 total, 2 living: Basma Ford (23rd, dec.); Adrienne Mercedes Hughes (43rd); Miles Horowitz (60th)

7: 5 total, 3 living: Phyll Thomas (9th, dec.); Olive Sato (20th, dec.); Grover Hits Back (41st); Blight Hackman (58th); Johanna Mason (71st)

8: 4 total, 4 living: Woof Dimatteo (12th); April Webber (21st); Sasha Travin (35th); Cecelia Balan (57th)

9: 5 total, 4 living: Malt Waters (7th); Robin Blue Ryan (25th, dec.); Maisie Olson (34th); Erika Miller (53rd); Isaac Mesteth (68th)

10: 4 total, 3 living: Vina Garza (18th); Aubrey Flores (29th, dec.); Paxton Bernal (47th); Bel Cuervo (73rd)

11: 6 total, 5 living: Cane Harrison (3rd, dec.); Honeydew Hayes (14th); Seeder Chapman (31st); Harvey McLean (37th); Chaff Santana (45th); Clementine Jones (69th)

12: 4 total, 3 living: Lucy Gray Baird (10th, dec.); Haymitch Abernathy (50th); Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark (74th)

i think that the majority of the deceased victors passed away from old age, with the exception of a few (general TW because this gets dark):

Dacie Quinn (D5, 16th Games): died of cancer at the age of 53 (56 ADD)

Olive Sato (D7, 20th Games): died in childbirth at age 40 (42 ADD)

Basma Ford (D6, 23rd Games): died from a morphling overdose at age 27 (32 ADD)

Robin Blue Ryan (D9, 25th Games): murdered at age 37 (44 ADD) (imo he was a very unpopular victor in D9 because a) he was voted in, and b) as D9's first actual mentor, he didn't do very well, bringing home only one tribute in the 19 years he mentored)

Aubrey Flores (D10, 29th Games): drowned in his bathtub while drunk at age 40 (53 ADD)

Onyx O'Hara (D1, 42nd Games): died by suicide at age 26 (50 ADD)

anyways... thank you SO much for the ask, i'd love to hear what you think :3

[noxious-fennec]

HI. HELLO. WHO ARE THE GAY PEOPLE COMMITTING CANNIBALISM ON MY DASH. i’m so obsessed with that pose and the way you draw them is so so so so. yeah. they look very very cool and also i’m NORMAL i would love to hear about them :)

YES HI HELLO thank you FINALLY

Those are Sebastien Carollo (left) and André Madiot (right); the protagonists of a historical literary duology im working on; set in the late 60s, exploring themes of personhood, unhealthy relationships, & queer identity ! It's really hard to talk about cause so much happens, but for you friend, I will try;

Sebastian grew up neglected, becoming a pathological deceiver, detached from the world around him and only recognising people in relation to himself; believing that real love is making others a part of him. 

That's with the exception of his abusive older brother Teodore who makes up the other end of the duality according to which he asses people; and who he ate out of what he deludes himself into thinking is love, but is clear envy for the kind of person he could've never become. He hid this fact for many years and suppressed all further urges, never allowing himself to love again.

Then, summer ‘67, Sicily; he meets André—might as well be a reincarnation of Teo—and his girlfriend Juliette dubois, while they happen to be on family vacation. Sebastian is immediately obsessed with André but, in poor judgement, tries to get to him through his girlfriend resulting in him being stuck in a loveless relationship with Juliette and alienating André. 

The first book starts 2 years later, 1969, Paris; Sebastian, a working dentist, trying to get out of the relationship and only falling deeper, simultaneously working through building a relationship with André through his younger sister Liliane, in whom he sees himself...

And i must stop there or we'll be here all day! I do say all that psychological stuff in the begining is very implicit; the man does not do a shred of self reflection, and relays the story where he abuses the people he's in love with as if it's hallmark romcom. That's why this synopsis is short on nuance, he does not give a shit about the inner lives of others, he doesnt even perceive them!

There's homoerotic fights, there's cannibalism, there's leaving your wedding to cover up a crime for a man youre in love with who does not love you back! I hope you enjoyed hearing about them!! Ive been working on this story for well over a year now and I'm very very insane about them :)

[sweettomyhoney]

Race 👀

How many teams are in the NHL? And you’re telling me not one player has been seen dating or married to a Black woman or a woman with natural melanin? Even the Black players aren’t married to Black women. If that’s not a testament to the culture, then I don’t know what is. Something doesn’t sit right with me that most of their wives are skinny blonde women. It’s giving “I want to keep it pure.” 👀

[suicidesquadexchange]

Countdown: TSS Exchange

Exchange reveals will happen August 5-7. In the meantime...

[somethinginthewayne]

sebastian jumping and cheering when cleo tells bloodsport “i knew sebastian sensed good in you for a reason!!”