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she/they | 20 | too many interests to yap about

[yui-kimura]

quick doodle for someone on twitter

[cindyslesbian]

i was so excited for more janet this season… nevermind i guess 😭

[cindyslesbian]

school spirits s3 new stills dropped and i’m so excitedddd i already have so many questions 🙂‍↕️

[cindyslesbian]

waking up to twisted metal getting renewed for s3 after months of total silence was the most relieving thing ever like i genuinely was so scared it was over likeeee i’m so excited!!!!

[cindyslesbian]

just thinking about how disorienting boq’s transformation is, how it’s in cutaways from nessa’s desperation which mirrors elphaba’s later in no good deed. maybe the real doomed lovers in wicked are boq and nessa in a sense. seeing her last moments as well as with the grief and pain and anger in boq’s voice during march of the witchhunters makes their relationship even more devastating. don’t even get me started on the scene where boq is at the station and gets so close to being free until he’s forced back into staying with her.

thinking even more about the fact nessa mentions how he was the only one to support her after her dad died, if anything showing at just how lonely she must’ve really been and felt (like looking at the poppy field flashback scene later, only boq is the one out of all of them who seems to keep in close contact w her) which furthers the complexity of their relationship and how much she must’ve relied on him for emotional support. maybe in the time between the eminent thropp’s death and shiz boq could’ve been arguably the happiest and most free of his life, even if only for a little while.

the fact we don’t see his grieving of nessa in both the musical and the film aswell makes his delivery in march of the witchhunters so much more impactful because you can practically hear the grief and anger in his voice, and i loved the shots of him flexing his axe making him seem more of a threatening character in the sense that whilst he’s freer post transformation, he isn’t really better for it.

[cindyslesbian]

gems of panem, thg rp 🏹

a brand new hunger games server awaits! welcome to gems of panem, where we have;

canon characters and ocs available with a 3-5 canon character limit!

active community channels for outside of rp!!

random antics channel for characters to interact outside the plot

unique channels to flesh out each district beyond canon knowledge

semi-lit to lit roleplay with crack roleplay chats for being unserious

https://discord.gg/RZmhseJfzv

[cindyslesbian]

mayhem clairo edit? well yes!!! 😁

[cindyslesbian]

some twisted metal textposts for my sanity

[cindyslesbian]

random raven / kelly headcanons to process the finale

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- biggg horror movie nerds, watched a bunch of the early 80s classics, loved nightmare on elm street, gremlins, halloween, friday the 13th, children of the corn, etc.

- watched the never ending story together on repeat, considering it to be their movie (cried throughout)

- after kelly’s coma, raven’s mother encouraged her to go out a little and she went to see the breakfast club on her own, left the cinema sobbing

- raven was introduced to the craft from her aunt, who gave her her tarot deck, whilst raven was more into divination and spirits, kelly loved crystals and cleansing

- danced around the kitchen to ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’, kelly got into the habit of making raven a bunch of playlists and introducing her to new music

- went to a photobooth at christmas and raven still keeps the strip of photos by kelly’s bedside

- both have matching crystal bracelets, kelly with tiger’s eye and raven with amethyst (which kelly says is for her temper)

- kelly was the better driver of the two, raven was more reckless and in kelly’s absence, learned to be a more controlled driver

- genuinely loved being in each other’s company, often inseparable before the party, one was never seen without the other

- joked they’d place hexes on the popular kids who weren’t accepting of their relationship

- both loved to provoke the popular kids at school, pulling outrageous pranks and managing to get away with them

- after kelly’s fall, raven who was often quite messy (messy car, messy room, etc.) in an attempt to cope with her loss and keep herself from having an even shorter temper, became a neat freak, from which exacerbated her need for control

- kelly wasn’t much of a tarot person but loved card games, had a really good poker face and learned different tricks to shuffle from her older brothers kurt and chris (whereas raven was an only child)

- kelly was a legacy at UC Santa Cruz because of her brothers going there, came from an upstanding religious household, her family thinking she was just in a phase

- raven often borrowed from kelly’s growing collection of baggy jumpers, hoodies, and cardigans, wearing thinner clothes as a means of rebellion and because she felt more comfortable being exposed i.e. off shoulder tops, fishnets etc. both girls had complimentary styles

- raven was incredibly protective over kelly, very “she asked for no pickles” and willing to square up to anyone to make a point

[cindyslesbian]

yellowjackets parallels are everywhere for those with eyes to see likeeee

[cindyslesbian]

never getting over this ever I fear likeee the lottielee parallels are sending meeee

[cindyslesbian]

rip raven from twisted metal you would’ve loved the rise and fall of a midwest princess album by chappell roan

[cindyslesbian]

I know it wasn’t all that likely that Raven would win but it was still so sad to watch her lose and the fact before she died she saw Kelly and technically got her wish is actually mad 😭

[cindyslesbian]

survived the emotional rollercoaster that was twisted metal s2 finale and i’m already waiting for a s3 renewal bc i have so many questions

[cindyslesbian]

not calypso clocking mayhem’s tea in the scene with the bullets likeee wdym “the same could be said about you” that’s a crazy read

[cindyslesbian]

prayingggg the twisted metal s2 finale has mayhem and axel properly reunite and that neither of them die. no self sacrificing I beg, let them both be happy and safe and okay 😭

[cindyslesbian]

well… i spoke too soon 😭

[cindyslesbian]

alliances and adventurine

1.4k, oneshot, twisted metal S2, secret alliance

[ synopsis ] in the aftermath of the Qualifying round, where Mayhem gets caught out and Raven, seeking an ally, strikes a deal.

read the ao3 version here!!! if you have any requests feel free to send me an ask!!

The literature classroom is quaint enough, Mayhem thinks. She set her suede satchel bag down with a soft thud by the bed, perching herself up on a desk nearby. She eyes the bed with a curious intensity, her eyes locked onto the clean sheets, too good to be true — after spending countless nights growing up under the stars, flitting from place to place, curling up in the back of abandoned cars, a real bed like this one was to her the equivalent of meeting a unicorn — and too good to pass up. Minutes go by, passing in tense silence before she finally makes a move.

One of the various lessons and pieces of wisdom imparted from her beloved new mentor, Quiet, hits her first, remain vigilant. And so, she does. Mayhem moves quickly, inspecting the sheets and the springs of the mattress, half expecting to hear the ticking of a bomb or feel sharp spikes from underneath the pillow.

“They’re not going to blow up, don’t worry. Calypso wouldn’t dare to be that boring.” A voice says from the doorway. Raven stands there, her shadow long and imposing, crossing her arms and glaring at Mayhem with a look of impatience in her eyes.

Mayhem looks up, immediately spying an opportunity to mock her. Her face practically lights up as she calls out, “Hey vampire, you looking for an invite in? At least let me sage the space with garlic first.” Mayhem says.

Raven gives her a pointed look, stepping into the classroom. She crosses to the once carefully curated bookshelf on the back wall, running her fingers along the books’ dust covered spines, feigning interest. “Unfortunately you little twerp, I didn’t come here to gloat.”

That piques Mayhem’s interest, her curiosity betraying her slight caution as she eyes up the Insider, all grit and glamour so intense that Mayhem blinks back a slight feeling of insecurity. “No? So why exactly are you gracing me with your presence?”

Raven picks up a faded cover of Little Women, loosely flicking through the pages before tossing it aside as though it were nothing. She drags out the moment, taking expert care to wipe the dust from her hands before focusing her intense scrutiny onto Mayhem. “As a gesture of thanks for doing away with that idiot Flack, or whatever his name was, I have an opportunity for you that would benefit us both.”

Mayhem tenses at the mention of Chuckie Floop. For a moment, she considers correcting Raven, but granted the guy was an absolute asshole, she stays silent. She fiddles absentmindedly with her jacket sleeves, the facade of toughness she tried to project to seem in league with the other drivers dropping, instead trying to seem more casual and approachable to mask her nerves. No one had been there when it happened, the warehouse was empty except for the two of them, even outside there were no other cars except for Chuckie’s.

Mayhem cleared her throat. “Mhm, uh, how did you know that I—”

Raven scoffed, detecting the nervous wobble in Mayhem’s voice. “I have friends in high places. He was insufferable, he was competition, and a lousy roommate. So when he didn’t walk through the door, I wanted to find out who had the pleasure of killing him.” She explained cryptically with a satisfied smile, stepping closer to Mayhem, the clacking of her heels filling the weighted silence that settled between them. “Though, I didn’t expect it to be you. That was a welcome surprise.” She drawled, before reaching into her pocket and extending her hand towards the younger girl.

Mayhem looked down at what Raven held in her outstretched palm, some sort of small, green rock. She was immediately underwhelmed, a weird little rock made for a strange thank you present. Then again, Mayhem had gotten more bizarre gifts from her time on the Outside. She took the stone from Raven, holding it up to her eye to get a better look at it.

“Is this some sort of currency on the Inside? You guys trade weird little rocks in there? Wow, I’m not missing out on anything at all.” Mayhem joked, slightly confused at the gift.

“That’s green adventurine, it’s symbolic,” Raven answered stiffly. “It represents opportunity, abundance, good luck. A little token of my appreciation that solidifies our alliance.”

Mayhem’s eyes widened slightly. “Our… what? You want to form an alliance with me?”

Raven nodded, impatience showing in her face. “You took out Flack, and sure John probably hates my guts but having you… and by extension him, on my side should things go awry isn’t a bad idea.”

“What are you talking about? Is something going to happen?” Mayhem asked, moving from the side of the desk to sitting on the end of the bed, a look of genuinely surprise showing on her face when she realised Raven was right. It wasn’t some trick, not some sort of deceiving architect of her destruction… and Mayhem was beginning to wonder if Raven was the same. She was right, with the way John had talked about Raven, he really hated her. But here she stood, offering an alliance that was more strategic than malicious. She wanted protection, and joining up with Mayhem would ensure just that. A new, strange feeling of responsibility settled on Mayhem then, the realisation hitting her that she could actually be useful to someone without them trying to kill her.

Raven stiffened slightly. “Look, Calypso isn’t too pleased I’m in his little game and neither am I. Whatever he’s planning, I want my wish. But I need an insurance policy. I’ve seen what you’re all like, the three of you. You’ll go far in this, and if I kept going at it alone…”

“You wouldn’t. I get it, that makes sense,” Mayhem finished, crossing her arms. She’d watched Raven carefully as she spoke, the gears in her brain turning as she anticipated some sort of nefarious twist that never came. The goth woman was genuine, actually genuine, and it surprised her. It surprised Mayhem more, the way Raven tensed slightly every time she mentioned Calypso, spouting his name like it was venom, like it was a curse. One that she didn’t seem to want to fuck with. Almost like… she felt threatened. And one of the most powerful Insiders looking that jittery was never a good sign.

“Do you know him?” Mayhem asked.

Raven clenched her fists, shaking her head. “I don’t have time for this. Are you going to accept my proposal or not?”

Mayhem shifted in her spot. “If you get security by joining up with me, which John and Quiet really won’t like by the way, what do I get?”

Raven didn’t hesitate. “Your wish. Whatever it is, you’ll get it granted. That’s a guarantee.”

“So you do know him, huh?”

“Your wish, my safety. Take it or leave it. So do you accept or not?” Raven snapped, doing her best to ignore Mayhem’s insistent probing, her gaze filled with a shocking intensity that stunned Mayhem, silencing her on the subject of Raven’s likely history with their elusive master of ceremonies.

“Uhh, yeah. Lady, you got yourself a deal. I accept your terms. But John and Quiet, if they see you hanging around me, it won’t be good for you. Like, they’re really pissed.”

Raven nodded. “Yeah, no shit. Let’s just keep this between us. I’ll talk to you when I need to, out of sight of the others. I doubt I’ll have to…” She said, trailing off as she noticed Mayhem’s eager expression. “But the option is always there.”

“Fuck yeah, secret alliance!” Mayhem exclaimed.

Raven turned on her heel, hearing what she needed to hear. “Please don’t be annoying about it. And spreading rumours like you did before the Qualifier was ballsy but stupid. The trick is to not have it be traced back to you.” She said as she headed to the classroom door, looking back over her shoulder. “I never said that cockroach lady was a bug-brained freak. I thought it, but I never said it. Nice try, kid.” She said, heading into the hallway after closing the door with a soft click.

As Raven’s heeled footsteps faded into the distance, Mayhem fell backwards onto the bed, finally able to revel in her idealised equivalent of luxury until the next round. She felt a little more relaxed now, knowing that she had another person in her corner.