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Mortal Sins

Makes sense-

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

Misha: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Emory: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Misha:

Misha: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Devon: Hold on, I'm having one of those things...a headache with pictures.

Misha: What the fuck? Do you mean you're having an idea?

Brutus: Great, who are we killing? i won't do kids, that's a rule. But that rule's negotiable if the kid's a dick

Callista: My love language is acts of service. If I ask for a glass of water, I need you to stand up, salute me, and run to the kitchen.

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*

Odin: I accidentally ate Adessa's leftovers, how long do you think I have to lie?

Hera: Ten.

Odin: Ten? Ten what?

Hera: Nine.

Unexplainably D2 Victors

Lyme:

Arena!Brutus:

Nero:

Emory:

Callista:

Misha:

Petra:

Iris:

Claudius:

Adessa:

Misha: Why do people who use baby changing stations always come back with the same baby?

Emory: Remind me to never let you babysit for anyone ever.

Odin: I'm bored, someone tell me a joke.

Adessa: *not looking up from her book* Okay. You look good today.

Odin: Thanks! Wait-

Nero: *shining a flashlight under a dark bed* Are you ready to come out yet and socialize, darling?

Enobaria: *screeching*

Nero: Understandable, have a good day.

On halloween we dress up as skeletons, but every other day of the year, our skeletons dresses up like us.

-Misha, probably.

Luna: What's that?

Odin: Adessa just gave me a get well soon card.

Luna: Ah, that's sweet of her.

Odin: I'm not sick, she just thinks I can do better when it comes to politics.

*Some Victors giving advice Misha*

Emory: It's okay to ask for help.

Lyme: You're not a burden.

Calli: Murder is okay.

Brutus: Do not listen Callista and you'll be fine.

Adessa: Where is your homework?

Sonya: I ate it.

Adessa: What!?

Sonya: You said it was a piece of cake.

Adessa:

Sonya: It didn't taste like cake.

Enobaria: "YOu LoOK mEAn"

Enobaria: Then don't look at me you stupid bitch.

Iris: *looking at Adessa's file* She seems unpredictable, intimidating and probably have lots of inner rage.

Iris: I'm fond of her already.

Callista: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby?

Callista: I want to make him an outlier tribute. Once he is free of his fluffy, innocent and ignorant flesh, he may be long time lovers with insanity. He won't dare to leave me like others did.

Hera: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

If Victors Went to Therapy

Therapist: Alright, now what do we say when we feel this way?

Nero: It'd be like that sometimes.

Callista: Hoe's mad.

Emory: *laughs nervously* I'm fine.

Devon: Don't de sad because sad backwards is das and das not good.

Lyme: Today feels like a good day to deadlift twice my bodyweight.

Brutus: Less depressy and more progressy.

Adessa: Mercury retrograde, my dear.

Iris: So no one told me life was gonna be this way. *slow clapping*

Misha: *incoherent laughing*

Claudius: Add to cart.

Enobaria: Welcome back to the shit show!

Ronan: Mood.

Petra: I don't have to say shit!

Therapist: ...this is far more serious than I had thought.

Lyme: Fuck.

Adessa: Language!

Brutus: Yeah, watch your fucking language.

Luna: Alright, which one of you taught the fuck word to Odin!?

Iris: 'The fuck word', you say.

Emory: Are y'all stupid? Y'all using the f-word all the time.

Enobaria:

Hera:

Nero:

Petra: Oh my Snow she censored it.

Ronan: Please do not-

Misha: Say fuck, Emory.

Callista: Do it, little one. Say fuck.

Devon: What's fuck?

Misha: Oh no, it's contagious.

Misha! Her hair didn't turn out as brown as I wanted, but oh well.

Callista

Callista: I'm tired.

Nero: Well, you can do the S-word.

Callista: *gasps* You're a genius.

Nero: *realizes his mistake* Calli, no-

Nero: The S-word is sleep.

So I had decided to rewrite bb!Lyme/Adessa interaction. The previous one I wrote is here if you're interested.

Nero won’t get away with this, she had promised to herself. There was no way to forgive her mentor who had decided to make her meet with a woman who probably would skin her out and eat her corpse with absolute satisfaction, not to mention even she wouldn't be a breakfast for Adessa.

Maybe it’s Lyme who is thinking so much -who is impulsively angry over everything and everyone, oh well- but standing there on the probably the most expensive oak possible, proved that she definitely was right about to freak out and prefer to have a second Arena rather than facing this.

She actually doesn’t because new Victors simply doesn’t wish that but that’s beside the point and surely waste of time because the door knob slowly moved with the weight pressured by the other side like stabbing a corpse in the guts  and finally the door opened and revealed a cool-faced-but–annoyed-in-the-details older woman which even the bravest people wouldn’t want to face because who wants to die as a scientific experiment?

(Though Snow knows there are actual people who want to experience that.)

“You’re late.” says Adessa, so neutral that it might have killed a Capitollian paparazzi who probably drinks gossip blood instead of wine.

Funny thing is Lyme could answer anything about how to murder a tribute, or how to clench your jaw so hard that it breaks another person’s bone but not any kind of decent quetion about one’s horrible timing.

The elite etiquette in a pantsuit clears her throat and it clear as a day Lyme failed her village manner test which Adessa probably, no, unquestionably, taking charge of; what would you expect from a woman who dissected a tribute but didn’t even drink a single drop of blood. And after all of this chaos of thoughts there was only a word one could say: “Sorry.”

Adessa nods, not what she expected but a Victor’s life wouldn’t be a Victor’s life if everything went as predicted. “No worries, child, come inside.” Lyme is everything but a child but try telling that to a woman who still is remarkably terrifying to this day.

Inside of the house was surprisingly clean from the scent of, well, everything which is relieving since memory of Artificial Hell -the Arena- carved its mark to her brain and threatened to burst whatever sanity she had left.

Adessa gestured to her cloak and said it’s better to take it off and yes, the real world.

“I, erm, didn’t bring any gifts to you.” Lyme said out of the blue, surely people would bring something small to the host, especially if they are twenty six Arenas older than you.

“It’s the thought that it counts,” Adessa says and Lyme tries so hard not to look at her rudely because of their height difference -if Lyme was a mountain, Adessa would be a meadow-  and, honestly, her neck hurts. The feeling must be mutual. “Though, I do not think you would find something my taste before meeting me either.”

Right.

 “Okay…” the silence between them was awkward -how do you even talk to other murderers if you don’t have your mentor with you?- and if it was not Adessa’s smoothness about leading her to a presumably a dining room, then Lyme would spend the rest of her afternoon there instead of taking a pretend nap. 

It did not take long for her to see a neatly designed table with a bunch of porcelain cups and bright looking napkins tucked under a pair of saucers.  “I doubt you know how important it is to maintain your aura while you eat something.”

“I believe I don’t.” 

“Well, everybody learns at their own pace, my dear and obviously I shall help you.”

~~~

An hour or so later, Lyme had a realization of the century that she does not have a single fucking talent about the fucking table manners and such, or she does but to her, it feels as weird as bows, like, why do that when you can do whatever the flying thing you want? 

She tripped when she was carrying a tray and remembered the damn balance but forgot the focus; tea splashed across the floor like a lake with a really wrong colour and the cup’s core is rocks for it which is as metaphorical as she can get about the situation.

“Ah, careful. Someone will clean it, but you’re almost there.”

Lyme almost didn’t hear Adessa, who apparently didn’t catch the younger Victor’s very interested gaze at the sharpness of the glass shards, so sparkly and white that the blood would look marvelous on it. Her blood is strangely dark, as dark as the lipstick Callista usually wears in her interviews, and it’s a shame that it will be stuck in Lyme’s body forever and no one else would see it like the enraged monster inside her.

Adessa snaps her fingers in front of her. “Now, be a dear and pour me tea without spilling a drop.” She misses Nero and his Neroness.

(But he won’t know about that.)

One of Petra!

Another one of Callista! I edited and coloured in the template.

Bunch of Beetee/Adessa memes

Random headcanons about Two Victors

Nero's mother died in childbirth therefore he never tasted how does a mother's love feels like and this is the main reason why he wants to hug Adessa; to have an older woman figure who care about him and embraces him, not in a sexual way his cougars does.

Callista is ambidextrous, like, come on, two hands are better when it comes to scissoring.

In my canon, Iris is half-deaf because of her Arena so when she was younger, Ronan made a special language only she and him knew. They still use it sometime.

When Enobaria was little, she thought the life she is in wasn't the real life, or rather wasn't the actual life, and it made her outrageous and daring because why act so boring if you know you will come to this world again? This, however, fadeaway when she taste the blood for the first time; she never wanted to leave.

One time, out of curiousity, Lyme slapped Brutus on top of his head because it was suspiciously shiny.

According to Adessa, she'd make an excellent cardiologist.

Emory's name is a combination of her mothers -kind of- because it's cute.

Petra was that little sister who dreamed about crashing her brothers skull to the wall, but she means it and would likely suceed in this matter.

Odin ate one of Adessa's roses just to mess with her, apparently he really achieved his target that he still has a crooked finger.

Summary: The story of Alinta, tribute of the 50th Hunger games.

Callista

This isn’t completely my own drawing, I used a template online and edited it a bit and coloured it in best as I could.