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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 8, 2019 13:35:54 GMT -5
(Okay but kind of same.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 8, 2019 13:37:55 GMT -5
(I do have the Macaria thing I guess but I’m losing muse for her XD
Everdrya wedding day is a potential route I could go down. Or if you need any help for any writing on the fic I could do that)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 8, 2019 13:46:45 GMT -5
Oh Everdrya is always fun!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 8, 2019 13:57:44 GMT -5
You got it! I will hopefully get an Everdrya thing up today
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 8, 2019 17:02:19 GMT -5
And we will all laugh at gilded butterflies] (This is just short. I didn’t want to do Everest’s vows or anything because I wouldn’t do him justice and it feels too personal to a character that isn’t mine)
Today was the day. Macaria has convinced Amadrya to wear a proper wedding dress and had helped her shop for it, Holly had helped her a lot as maid of honour with organising the day. And it was finally here.
The dress really was stunning, and it and the makeup covered up the remnants of their time in the Capitol, things she’d rather forget. She felt more like herself than she had in a long time now. More beautiful than she’d looked in a long time too.
It was a small wedding, outdoors and at sunset. Lanterns lit the scene with gentle golden light, and a forest clearing surrounded everything. The few guests (family, friends, fellow rebels) were all seated and watching the scene. The planning of the wedding was somewhat rushed what with the rebellion still going on, and it was amazing that Holly had found a time and place where they could get married without Capitol interference. But somehow she’d done it. A planned rebel attack not too far away - Amadrya and Holly had figured it gave them an opportunity, since it would likely distract the local Capitol forces for a few hours.
And so Amadrya had walked down the aisle, flushing at the smile that had grown on Everest’s face as soon as he saw her. Like she was something to be in awe of - beautiful and terrible and powerful. She didn’t deserve him, honestly. He looked so handsome there, too.
And after a lot of talking, it was time for the vows. They’d prepared their own, and Everest has already given his, words beautiful and heartfelt enough to cause tears to prick at the young woman’s eyes. But she took a deep breath and plunged into her own vows.
“So, I’m sure it comes as a shock to nobody that heartfelt speeches really aren’t my thing, especially since it took me so long to tell you how I felt about you in the first place. But I’m going to give it a try now. I just can’t believe we’re both here, that we were somehow brought together in a world that always seemed against us. The two of us survived so much, Everest, that I’m beginning to think fate kept us alive because we were meant to be together. I thought about speaking about the symbol we provide to the rebellion of love and hope for the future and spitting in the face of the plans of the Capitol, since our very survival is an act of rebellion. But while I agree with the rebel cause, our wedding day isn’t about symbols, I don’t want to be a symbol. It’s about us, and with you I’ve always been able to be me, not a symbol. So, Everest, all I can say is how proud I am that I get to be your wife. You are my rock, my anchor. And you’re strong, brave, good, caring. You have an unmistakable drive to do the right thing by those you love. You give me strength and clarity and I wouldn’t be alive, or the person I am now, if it weren’t for you. I’m so happy you saw something in me that day in training. I love you so much, and that will never change.”
If she didn’t love him, she was sure, nobody else had ever known love.
The rings were exchanged, and suddenly they were kissing and everyone was cheering and oh my god she’d never dreamed she’d live to marry Everest. He was everything to her. They had been pronounced husband and wife. Their friends and family were cheering, and everything felt complete.
The wedding outfit
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 8, 2019 17:20:58 GMT -5
Aww I love it!)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 8, 2019 17:24:21 GMT -5
[ they grow up so fast ;~; ]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 8, 2019 21:56:05 GMT -5
Mine are just dead XD)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 8, 2019 23:00:07 GMT -5
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 9, 2019 2:37:32 GMT -5
(Aww Hawky x well I know Amadrya is dying in the actual Games and I think there’s a good chance she’ll die in the fic so I’m writing an au happy ending for her x you could do that for your characters too!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 10, 2019 10:49:01 GMT -5
Hello.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 12, 2019 2:54:18 GMT -5
Hi everyone! How’s it going?
I’m kinda just posting so I don’t lose this off my participated XD but I may also do some writing if I figure out what I want to do
I may write some sad Capitol stuff XD I’m in the mood for sad stuff, and I know you guys like reading it. Chaos, let me know if there’s anything I can write that might help for the fic)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 13, 2019 10:55:35 GMT -5
And we will all laugh at gilded butterflies
“I am-“
My voice seems almost like it’s echoing, ringing out in the room around me. But I know there’s no way my voice is actually echoing on this stage. The Capitol wouldn’t let echoes ruin their audio.
Maybe it’s the emptiness I feel inside. Perhaps the words are echoing inside me.
Three cameras are positioned at different angles in front of me as I stand and address Panem. I’m dressed up like a doll once again, in a heavy dress that Louden knows I can’t move in, tall heels that are impossible for me to walk in. Perhaps that’s to stop me running.
A couple of peacekeepers stand off-camera, making sure I know they’re there but remaining hidden to the nation all the same. There’s a gold brooch on my dress, resting just below my shoulder. It’s the Capitol symbol. They’re obviously trying very hard to make it clear which side I’ve chosen.
The pendant on a necklace around my neck is shaped like an axe, like the ones I used. Reminding my of my family and my district, so I don’t forget the danger I’m in? Reminding me of the image the Capitol created for me? Making me question who I really am? I’m not sure their exact reasons for making me wear it, but I do know it’s just to torture me more.
I realise, though, that I’ve paused too long and I have to continue. I fight to make sure my voice is even so I can speak these next words smoothly. I can’t deviate from the script and I have to be convincing.
“I am glad to be with the Capital, finally understanding Louden’s point of view,”
It is all I can do not to spit the words out. They taste bitter, poisonous. Instead I let a little disgust seep into my tone, only recognisable by those who’ve seen me tortured. Holly, Everest, Louden. Not even my family will recognise it.
I know I’m betraying everyone, I can only imagine how Holly and Everest feel to see this. How my family is reacting, how all of the other tributes and the rebels are feeling. I can almost see their faces as they watch me on the screen.
But I have to push them aside. This is for Everest. I love him, and after everything we’ve been through I can’t see him hurt again. I’m too tired to fight now, too tired to keep arguing against Louden and trying to be strong for rebels that I’m not even sure are coming to save us. I have to keep Everest alive and safe.
“It has been made clear to me the error of my ways in escaping the arena and, thus, colluding with these dangerous criminals. Myself and the other tributes were too young to understand, too naive to know what we were truly supporting, and in making such reckless decisions we have helped foster dangerous thinking and brought destruction on Panem.”
I swallow, taking a moment to compose myself, lest my anger bleed through too much. I try to relax my posture, as I could feel my whole body tensing while I spoke. I lightly clasp my hands in front of me, which moments before I could feel threatening to tense into fists at my sides.
“Now I understand. The Capitol is the protector and guide for the districts; without it, the districts couldn’t survive. Nature tells us that when you have a mutually beneficial relationship, as the districts and the Capitol do, the disturbance of such a relationship destroys both organisms. The Capitol is all that stands - and has always stood - between Panem and the terrible wars that came before. And the Games are meant to remind us of that, though so many seem to forget it. I and the other tributes had the honour of being part of the great tradition of our country by being chosen as tributes, and many threw it all away in favour of destructive war and anarchy. The Games are necessary and are, in fact, vital for the survival of our nation.”
Another pause. This time, though, I pause a second too long and one of the peacekeepers gestures for me to keep talking. I know what’s at stake, and so I obey. I just need to get the last part of this script out and then I can be done.
“I’d like to address some people now. First, to my fellow tributes. Those siding with the rebels: Alessandro Rune, Macaria Slayte, Halina Flynn, Burton Acton, and my own district partner, Ari Casas. All of you captured the hearts of the Capitol. To all of you I would like to say; do you really know who you’re siding with? Can you really trust them? These people have weapons and advocate for violence and I’m sure they would all profit from a war. Someone always does. They intend on plunging the nation into war and death for their own gain. As people who have experienced a kind of war in the Games yourselves, how on Earth could you wish that on anyone else?
“To the rebels, think about what you’re doing to your nation. You could turn away from this life of crime and destruction and let the nation continue peacefully as it is. Families, innocent civilians, their lives are being put at risk by your activities. Stop indoctrinating these young tributes to fight a cause they don’t understand, a cause that will probably lead to the deaths of themselves and people in their own districts. They aren’t warriors; you can only plan on using them as figureheads, to become cannon fodder once they’ve played their part. Do the right thing, turn against your commanders, and lay down your weapons.
And finally, I’d like to address Panem. I wish to help our country to be safe and prosperous, and to protect those in the districts and the Capitol. Please stay safe, and report any rebel activity. The Capitol is sending more peacekeepers, more resources to protect all of the districts. Hold on, be as strong as the citizens of this nation have always been, and we’ll get through this. Goodnight, Panem.”
And that was it. I exhale deeply as soon as the cameras cut, and I feel numb as the peacekeepers rush me away.
I feel sick as I realise that I’ve gone against everything I’ve stood for and betrayed the rebellion. But what choice did I have? He threatened Everest. And what if he hurts other people too? Holly? My family? What if they bomb the districts?
No, I have to do what I’ve been trying so hard to do from the moment I got reaped, if not longer. Stay alive, make sure those I care about are safe.
I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t stay strong. I couldn’t stand up for what I believe in. Some shieldmaiden I made.
Maybe the rebels were wrong about me. |
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 13, 2019 13:06:54 GMT -5
(Oh I loved that!
I’m planning on getting back to writing soon :3. Sorry for the wait and everything!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 13, 2019 13:30:32 GMT -5
Hey no problem there’s no rush  I’m glad you liked it! Let me know if there’s anything else you wanna see or might be useful for the fic in terms of seeing how different scenarios might play out or anything) |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 14, 2019 5:54:39 GMT -5
And we will all laugh at gilded butterflies
I’m back in my cell after speaking in front of the Capitol cameras. I’m finally out of the awful dress and the heels, and I’m sitting in the corner of my cell, having fallen into silence. I’m resting against the wall, staring numbly at nothing. Looking through the walls in front of me.
Everest hasn’t spoken to me since I got back, and I know he saw what I had to do as well. Of course he did, because that’s their torture. I don’t know if he didn’t talk to me because he’s mad at me or because he can’t find the words he wants to say. It hurts either way. I know what I did was bad, but I’m still not sure I wouldn’t do the same thing if I were given the choice again.
Everest has fallen asleep, though, and so now it’s just me and Holly who are awake. Neither of us have spoken for a long time, and so when Holly’s voice cuts through the silence it feels strange. Everything feels more tense now, there is no more of the ease and comfort in our interactions. We’d been like siblings, but now the air between us feels cold.
“You know, I really thought you were different. I thought you stood up for your principles. But maybe you’re more like them than you pretended to be, maybe you’re meant to wear stupid Capitol dresses and spout lies to a camera.”
The words are more hostile than I had perhaps expected, but I understand it. It’s all the things I’d been saying to myself. And I know she’s angry, and betrayed, and the best thing to do is to just let her get them out.
“I do, but Holly it doesn’t make any difference if we stand up for what we believe in. We can shout and scream and curse Louden all we want down here, but nobody’s listening.”
“Yeah, people aren’t listening down here, but they’re sure as hell listening to what you’re saying in front of those cameras. Look at the damage you’re doing. And what, you’re just giving up? You’re really not the person I thought you were,” Holly replies coldly
“Maybe I am,” I admit “because I’m not the person everyone thinks I am. I’m exhausted, Holly, I can’t do this anymore. I’m not a fighter, I’m not strong enough. But what I can do is protect the people I love. If I can keep Everest alive and stop Louden from targeting the districts or our families, then that’s all I care about. This is for Everest; I love him.”
“And this would mean a whole lot more if he knew that,” Holly points out
“He knows,” I say, “I told him when you were asleep. But I don’t think he realises a deal was struck for his safety.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Holly shrugs “he’ll realise soon. But you’re really willing to throw away the whole rebellion to protect him? Do you realise what will happen to us if the rebellion fails? You won’t be keeping him alive for long by doing this. Now, I like to consider myself a good judge of character, but maybe I was wrong about you. I thought the girl I knew was strong and brave and wasn’t afraid to fight a losing battle as long as she knew she was doing the right thing. I thought you were a girl who would sacrifice herself for a cause if it were necessary, and who would understand that Everest wouldn't want you to betray the rebels to protect him. Was I wrong about you?”
It is at that moment I realise they never took the necklace from me. I look for a moment at the little golden axe and consider Holly’s words. But then my gaze moves back to Everest’s sleeping form in the next cell and I yank the pendant, breaking the chain around my neck, and throw it away, listening to it clatter outside my cell.
The girl Holly thought she knew fell in love.
“Yes, you were.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 14, 2019 13:40:09 GMT -5
(I still love it!
It’s so good!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 14, 2019 13:41:43 GMT -5
(Thank you! I needed to see what would happen if our two girls had a conversation after Amadrya’s betrayal)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 16, 2019 10:40:59 GMT -5
Okay but I was just wondering, if our characters were in prison for anything what would it be?
Macaria - Probs credit card fraud cos diamonds are a girl’s best friend yo XD
Amadrya - probably either like theft or drug related offences? Because I could see her being in a bad place and ending up committing offences like that
Burton - again probably like fraud cos he’s got charisma or like manslaughter, something accidental y’know cos he’s just too nice XD
Imagine our lot in prison oh my god it’s be hilarious)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 16, 2019 14:05:37 GMT -5
Alessandro - Sadly, probably framed for something, like sexual assault or murder, though most likely, neither would have happened, he’s cocky and flirty and sone people have it out for him.
Carlo - Probably something drug related tbh.
Robin - Probably murder
Holly - Haha, definitely stealing, being a little thief. Probably trying to kill someone/actually killing someone.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 16, 2019 16:09:21 GMT -5
Hahaha I could totally see all of those being true x poor Alessandro it’s sad but accurate)
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Post by Sparky on Aug 16, 2019 18:14:48 GMT -5
[ is it wrong that I could see any of my characters being murderers...? ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 17, 2019 3:11:22 GMT -5
[ is it wrong that I could see any of my characters being murderers...? ]] Hahahaha that just makes them better XD) |
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Post by Sparky on Aug 17, 2019 15:29:01 GMT -5
[ oh good, I was a bit worried for a second there. But especially Harper, cuz she crazy ]]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 17, 2019 15:29:27 GMT -5
[Talkikng of this, I may or may not be making an actual prison rp right now...]
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Post by Sparky on Aug 17, 2019 15:34:33 GMT -5
[ oooh xD that would be fun! What would the plot be, though.. escape? ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 17, 2019 15:36:52 GMT -5
{Well, I do have a big overarching plot in mind, but we're going to do a lot of stuff. There are so many opportunities for drama and stuff like that. Trials, prison riots, conflict between the prisoners or between the prisoners and the COs, so many different things we can have fun with.
But yes, escape will be involved}
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Post by Sparky on Aug 17, 2019 15:39:08 GMT -5
[ ahhh I see. Would it be like a super high security prison, or do the characters need to be redeemable? xP ]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 17, 2019 15:40:41 GMT -5
[Nah it's minimum security. I think some of the most interesting characters for this kind of plot are the redeemable types who kind of live in that moral grey area you know?
But you can have totally evil characters too if you want]
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Post by Sparky on Aug 17, 2019 15:44:38 GMT -5
[ I do love me some good charries that go on a massive development throughout the course of a story ]
[ well, I would just have to make at least one evil character ]]
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