I Blame @randomfacter And Our Hilarious Conversations For The Creation Of This.

Devon: Hewwo.

Misha: Hehee.

Adessa: Greetings, Humans.

Odin: Three kinds of people.

Nero: I want hugs.

Odin: Four kinds of people.

Callista: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS?

Odin: Five kinds of people.

Victors as Vines pt2

I had been procrastinating everything recently, and then I suddenly had an urge to be productive all of a sudden—which resulted in another wave of vines, all inspired from @lorata ‘s works. This one is way more inclusive than the first one so enjoy the rest of your day/noon/night!

Nero: *teaching Lyme how to drive* Alright, let me give you a scenerio; you see Enobaria and Brutus crossing the street. What do you hit?

Lyme: Enobaria. I'd never hurt a himbo.

Nero: The brakes! You hit the- *face palms*

bb!Calli for @lorata

Decided to rise back from dead and deliver few thousands of words regarding Callista because I can.

Also, Merry Christmas to people who celebrate!

Without further rambling, I present you what happens when you procrastinate so hard

She was born as the clock hit midnight, when October 30th bled into 31st; a sign of power, her parents said and as if to prove that theory, the rosy-cheeked baby hadn’t screamed or shed a tear when she finally took her first breath and nor will she when she rises into the greatness that was ahead of her.

A greatness even this little soul knew already.

—

Callista likes to get what she wants, is the only thing her teachers agree upon describing her ın the parent-teacher meeting conferences. Because even though she is still  a rosy-cheeked five year old, she has a great way to people and the way she acted around them, controlling the very air around her:

Callista is very demure when she says her classmates are good but not good enough and maybe she can help them because they have so much to improve on. (and then she sneakily hides their projects, making them seem irresponsible; always ending up as the one who gets the praise)

Callista is very passionate when she says she can skillfully use her scissors and unlike other kids, she would not try to hurt them with her tools because she is so well-behaved, a favourite and has manners. (if she wanted to hurt them, she definitely would try to find a way without staining her pretty scissors)

Callista is very polite about the way she informs her teachers during recess, she discusses the things her peers say to one another that might be harmful or could possibly paint them in a bad light. (well, she could paint them in a bad light as she is perfect in painting, she just threatens her peers a bit for them to do it for her because she does not want to paint)

Callista is, they say–Callista just is.

—

When she watches her first Games, Callista is six years old and it also happens to be her first Victor, a fact which she cried along with her parents as they wept because Two finished their second decade with success, power and most of all, they had done their duty and are ready to provide for more.

And although they had let their little daughter watch death happen in more ways than she can count at that age, they do turn off the voice of television and bid her goodnight when their latest Victor decides to dissect however the amount of dead tributes left.  

Callista obeys even though she cannot comprehend why the Victor-Adessa, she can say her name now because she is Two’s forever and ever and not buried underground like other twenty three- should not be allowed to murder just a tad more when she can for the last time.

And it’s not like the tributes would feel anything now, she reckons.

—

After less than a year her parents tell her she will -not can, nor chance-- actually be one of them; one of the Victors. And Callista thinks obviously because she knows she is meant for more; not just good or good enough but only the best.

So they take her to Centre to take a test which makes her want to scoff but that would be rude in the public eye, not very demure so she just asks why she should take a test if her capacity is already a fact and proven through the school tests she already started to take.

Her parents smile and say it is for reassurance which makes Callista want to frown but she cannot do that either, no wrinkles are allowed when we aren’t at home, afterall.

When she is a Victor she will make sure people give answers she likes because she deserves to know why, not just reassurances.

When they enter the building she stands up tall among her parents as a lady makes her way towards them. “Ah, I see the last link of the Beauforts ready to shine as well. Calliope, was it?”

“Callista.” she says, pulling her ‘serious’ voice which she uses with adults. She doesn’t know what she is more annoyed at; the way this stranger thinks she isn’t shining already or getting her name wrong or the talk she sure will receive this evening when they get back home about not interrupting the adults.

The lady, however, chuckles. “Well, Callista, nice to meet you. You may go to room six as your parents and I talk.”

Callista opens her mouth again but she can feel the three pairs of eyes burning on her and even though she likes attention, she has a feeling that this is her cue to pretend to listen so she nods and takes a turn to make her way as she hears about the recent changes in the Offering System.

When she reaches room six she stops in front of it and knocks and doesn’t enter until she hears a soft ‘come in’. She smiles just as she had been taught and introduces herself which the woman in front of her takes in with delight. She offers Callista a seat and asks her about her which is Callista’s favourite topic to talk about. 

Then she shows up a few pictures and that’s when she struggle a bit because she doesn’t know what to say to Ms. Ambers in order to make her family look good. It’s not like her eyes are bad or she lacks creativity but she still answers confidently even though it definitely isn’t her best few minutes and she notes to herself to analyse people better.

But apparently Ms. Ambers has a few things to do -which Callista considers unprofessional because who would sign up for things when they have other more important things to do?- and she pardons herself for a few minutes meanwhile Callista can or cannot enjoy the marshmallows that are in front of her- which is another unprofessional thing because aren’t guests supposed to relish in catering?

However she isn’t a guest, she is in a test and things like these might not be applicable here so she waits because she might make up for the picture guessing things by offering the older woman a few of her marshmallows because she is polite and sharing is caring.

When Ms. Ambers turns back she eyes the treats with a glint in her eyes and Callista feels grateful that she doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth even though she smiles all cute and sure and makes her offer but doesn’t wave her hand up in air because then it would be obvious that she is mimicking her parents’ attitude in these situations.

And for being such a good girl, Callista gets to prove her physical strength when Ms. Ambers take her to the playground. She eyes the other kids as she makes her way through them, honestly, they stood no chance to her, they should be aware of that when the trumpets boom. So she mainly shows things she is already excellent at such as flexibility as she climbs up the ropes, the way she pushes kids down but doesn’t let herself lose any progress she made while climbing up.

Callista smiles and it’s not the ‘sweet’ coded one for once but she cannot bring herself to care.

—

And as she always does, Callista dominates; she is the best in her cohort and best overall so far; she is calculating,vicious and powerful and she drinks it up like a cocktail while she breaks other people’s bones. She doesn’t smile much but when she does it smells blood and there is nothing anyone can do; she is perfect because she is and well guess who has to deal with that? Not her.

It is a problem, apparently as she grows older because everyone grows older and it turns from games to Games and the clock ticking like the ones in the Arenas do. There are kids who already are quitting or painfully obvious that they won’t make it until fifteen but also the ones that are becoming more and more insistent and nastier and Callista can’t ignore that. This–everything around here is what she is passionate about and she will not let them take it away so she trains herself even more, pushing her limits until nothing is left to be pushed and it works until it doesn’t.

Arrogance is one of the things what Two looks for in tributes but they prefer not overdosing it and well Callista apparently did because there was no other reason they brought a Victor–her first, Adessa, at that– to show her place which she already knows, obviously, she just wanted to enlarge the narrative but it’s still a good wake up call nonetheless about how extreme confidence may cause great tragedies.

Odin in 32nd proved it to the other children that sometimes too much believing in the death-condition of the last tribute as you turn around for the trumpets might cost you an eye even if you kill them afterwards. And that is one of the lessons Callista listened to in her heart.

And she grows and kills and plays the cameras and when they announce the chosen female tribute she cackles and it’s raw and dangerous and her.

When the trumpets play, Callista grins as she holds herself up from the One tribute who is as naked and as flushed as her but not as alive. This is what she was made for, what her parents told her for and what she made herself as and she is proud of herself and the whole country is and everything is perfect.

—

Hera is waiting for her in the hovercraft and she is still there when Callista takes her well deserved nap and she will be with her as long as Callista requires because she is a mentor with an alive kid for once and her eyes are proud.

She has a house in the village now but it seems to be not ready for her yet which Callista doesn’t really think is justifiable; who else was there but her to win 41st? But she won’t throw a tantrum because she has all the time for eternity and is not a rose-cheeked toddler anymore.

In the months between her win and Tour, she finds the lack of blood too boring. Everything around her is soft and safe and in order which is such a difference from the Arena and from the last eleven years. And when Hera is gone for a bit Callista sneaks a blade –which were hidden away from her except her mentor doesn't know all her skills–and slides it across her skin and inhales the coppery smell of blood; bright and dark and beautiful like her. She patches it up afterwards because she didn’t die from infection then and won’t die now.

Apparently being alive and perfect is not enough to be loved by everyone which confuses her at first. It’s not like she expected outliers to adore her but she didn't anticipate this much hate either and it’s way too obvious, no doubt they don’t have the privileges Two has; one needs to know how to play the game and Callista and the entire district does.

The village feels even more like home after the Tour, however all she can feel now is rage. How dare people not see the greatness behind her? Or was it her price to pay for being herself? 

And that is when the thirst for blood paints her sight red and some lowlife ends up dead by her hands and it should be glorious but it’s not and she’s boiling and she is ready to hunt again but–

Mentors apparently can appear out of thin air and Callista hisses out as she stands up on her feet and braces herself for impact because while Hera is not particularly vicious she definitely won’t let a corpse slide underneath her feet especially if it’s from her Victor’s knives. Hera grabs her by the collar of her jacket and smashes her to a tree. 

“You are out.” Hera says, tone distanced but furious. “You are someone with enough blood on her hands which was allowed then because that is what everyone needs to do there in order to seem worthy of freedom. You have it now and you are not a fool to even think I will tell you throw all that. This is not Games anymore, being alive is not the only rule around here, and you might act like you do not care but we both know if that was the case you wouldn't be covered in blood now.”

Callista doesn’t meets her eyes, for once in her life she feels something similar to shame. Not shame for herself but for her actions which will have consequences she’s sure she could live without. “What else am I supposed to be covered with?” There are a few things in her mind but she definitely cannot say them now.

“Only your flesh. We can’t redo what we had done nor should we, but we can stay true to ourselves and achieve things from there.”

“...so I should kill some more then.” Callista smirks a little, not mean nor innocent, just her. “That’s who I am.”

Hera, points for her, doesn’t take her bullshit. “You know exactly what I mean–”

Footsteps. 

Except they don’t sound massive, and since the guy has been dead for at least half an hour, it is definitely not him.

Hera and Callista share glances and she gives her mentor a knife, just in case. 

“Mrw,” a one-eyed cat is staring at them, defensive with at least half a dozen kittens underneath her and she tries to keep them all in one place as they try to walk away from their mother.

Callista looks at them, strangely marveled as she watches the scene in front of her and Hera probably looks at her Victor the same way as she takes off her jacket and swaddles them in her arms despite the protests. “Hey now–”

Callista still doesn’t look at Hera, this night feels like a fever dream already so why not take full advantage? “Can you help me? They are heavy and I think they find my arms quite tasteful.”

Hera purses her lips as if she’s reconsidering her life choices. “Fine,” she decides and walks towards her Victor who is being playfully strangled by a bunch of mammals. She picks up a few of them carefully. “But–if this happens again, you will not see them ever again. Understood?”

“What if my hand slips or–” Callista starts but quotes down when her mentor gives her a look. “Okay. That is—okay.”

“Good. Let’s take all of you back home.” Hera says and gives Callista a once-over. “And you should take a shower. And probably them too.”

In ADUD:

Devon: At least we have Odin.

*Gets killed.*

Devon: Well, we still have Callista.

*Sacrifices herself with Hera*

Devon, unsurely: Emory! She is with us!

*Detonation*

Devon: I...I still can walk by myself!

*evil smirk from the universe.*

Devon, sweating: WHO IS WRITING THE SCRIPT!?

Devon: Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor?

Enobaria: You texted me saying, and I quote, 'satanize the house'.

Devon:

Devon: I wrote sanitize, Bari.

Things I don’t think everyone remember about the divergent trilogy or just stuff i wish we mentioned a little more

Tobias has freckles on his nose that you can only see up close

He also has a patch of pale blue in his left eye

His and Tris’s lips are naturally angled downward

Tris has a lower voice than the usual girl voice

Peter has a higher voice than the usual boy voice

Caleb has dimples

Uriah has dimples

The only thing we know about Marlene’s appearance is that she has brown hair and a flirtatious smile

Lynn is only a few centimeters taller than Tris

Same thing with Jeanine Matthews

Tris’s major in school was psychology

Most of the Prior ancestors were Erudite (the few rest were Abnegation/Candor)

Uriah was already taller than Zeke at 14

Shauna had bangs at 16

Tobias went on a date when he was 16 and it went bad. Why is no one talking about this. That poor poor man. Her name was Nicole btw

Dauntless wanted Tris as a leader

Tobias WAS a Dauntless leader (!)

Lynn is gorgeous

*ahem* if Abnegation women cut their hair at the second day of every third month that means that the first page of Divergent was June 2nd and the day Tris chose Dauntless (aka the day she met Four/the day of her funeral 3 years later) was June 3rd

Eric is actually very smart

Tobias won’t share food

Uriah would (but just a little)

Christina is cheerful in the morning while the only way Cara is able to communicate is through grunts

Uriah has a snake tattoo behind his ear

And another one on his hip tho we don’t know of what

Lynn constantly curse

And has weird food choices (mash potatoes sandwich?? Let’s talk about this)

Lynn nicknamed Tris “Beatrice Prior, queen of tragedy “

Shauna is taller than Zeke

Zeke and Amar work as policemen in the epilogue

And George trains the police force

Cara and Caleb work together in a lab

Christina works at an office that relocates people from the fringe who want to move into the city

Johanna Reyes is one of Chicago’s representatives in the government and Tobias is her assistant

Tobias shares his memories of Tris with Christina

David was like 50-65?? In Allegiant and Natalie was like 40 in the same year? And we know David loved Natalie before she left to the city so that means that a 30 y/o man was in love with a 16 y/o??? Huh???

Natalie is a year older than Andrew

Both Natalie and Tris were spies at some point of their lives

The Dauntless cafeteria floor is made of blue lamps

Shauna goes mad when jealous

Tris was sexually harassed twice (!!)

Tori often wears men’s clothes

Tobias hurt his nose when he first jump into the train

Zeke was the first jumper in his year

Tobias was the last

Tris’s POV is direct while Tobias’s is more intimate

"Live fast, die young, leave a sexy corpse."

—Creed, probably

Court: I hereby sentence you for 68 years in prison.

Misha: *smirks, whispers to Lyme's ear*

Lyme: *sighs* My Victor has requested you add one more year.

Adessa: There's nothing worse than people using words they don't understand.

Misha: As a hypothesis of today, I photosynthesize with this.