#reaper ash deserved better

[0sincerelyella]

MORE TBOSBAS SPOILERS LOL

the real winner of the 10th hunger games (and the boy who should’ve been remembered) was reaper ash. gotten five minutes maybe even less of screen time and still by far my favorite character for everything he stood for

reaper RIPPED DOWN THE FLAG and REFUSED to fight in the games any longer. HE WAS THE ONE WHO REBELLED. he gathered up people HE KILLED, people he watched murder, people he watched be thrown in a game and labeled monsters. AND HE KNEELED DOWN, TOOK PLACE INFRONT OF HIS FRIENDS, HIS ENEMIES, HIS STRANGERS, AND HE REFUSED TO FIGHT ANY LONGER.

he had the upper hand, he could’ve killed coral, he could’ve killed lucy gray, but he didn’t. HE COULDVE WON but he valued the end of the games instead. HE SHOULDVE BEEN THE ONE REMEMBERED. reaper, just as his name suggests (reapers collect souls) collected all of his fellow tributes and places them on the ground covered in what murdered them. not eachother, but panem.

reaper my beloved

reaper ash my one and my only fr

#reaper ash #reaper ash deserved better #reaper ash my beloved #tbosbas #the hunger games #hunger games #sejanus my beloved #sejanus x reader #sejanus deserved better #coriolanus x sejanus #sejanus plinth

[imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn]

When Our Stars Cross Paths; IV Treech x Mentor!Reader

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 1.71k

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

Sweet Angels🪻: @nemesii @mrsyixingunicorn10 @chmpgneprblem @thxmiss @storiesofmyhead @valdezsttuff @nekee-lilac02 @shykittycat @aceofspades190

🎬Mood boards🎬

Let the record show that you went above and beyond as a mentor.

That was the first thought to pass through your mind as the heavy doors of the van were slammed shut by oblivious peacekeepers, trapping you and Coriolanus in a confined space with around a dozen tributes who wanted you dead.

You kept your eyes fixed at a point on the floor towards the opposite end of the van, scared of what—or rather who you would see if you lifted your gaze. Not that you would be able to blame them. Had you been in their position, you would’ve jumped at the opportunity to seek revenge.

If Coriolanus was as unsettled as you were, he did a damn good job of hiding it. Straightening his posture, he brushed off the dust that had accumulated on his vermillion Academy uniform. While he may have had the confidence, he stuck out like a sore thumb and you were suddenly very grateful for having chosen against such a conspicuous outfit. Coming to the conclusion that you were just as safe, if not more safe than Coriolanus, due to having introduced yourself and offered food to several of the tributes you were currently riding with, you allowed your eyes to slowly lift from the dirty metal floor of the van. Unfortunately for you, the spot where you had previously been fixating at had been right where Treech was standing, with your eyes suddenly meeting as your gaze ascended from the floor. His arm was hanging onto the railing that ran along the length of the van, and his eyes bore into you the same way they had when you had slapped him minutes prior. Behind him you could see a little girl who you believed to be Wovey from District eight. Your few tedious moments of tension were broken by Coriolanus clearing his throat, an action that brought the rest of the tributes attention towards the two of you. If they hadn’t been staring already.

“Hi.” It was barely audible, but the echo of the van carried the single word and let it hang in anticipatory silence. Your face cringed at t he sound of if. Here you two were, a couple of rich Capitol kids who had waltzed into a vehicle with a bunch of exhausted kids who were being held like prisoners, and he was acting like it was some sort of field trip.

“What’s the matter, Pretty Boy? Got in the wrong cage?” The boy from District eleven, Reaper spoke up from where he stood at the opposite end of the van, next to Treech. Clemmie had been assigned as his mentor and had been more than pleased when it was announced, and you could see why. The boy was by far the biggest out of everyone in the van and stood well past six feet tall, with huge shoulders and a square jaw permanently shaped into a scowl, he was downright terrifying.

“No, not at all. This cage is delightful.” It was an awful attempt at clearing the tension, but you had to give your classmate credit for having the balls to make such a statement.

Reaper, however, didn’t appreciate the boy’s comment and suddenly lurched forward, making great strides across the van from where he formerly stood next to Treech. Before you knew it, the dark skinned boy had Coriolanus pressed up against the wall of the vehicle, his large hands fisting the material of his Academy coat.

The van suddenly came to life with action, with variously tributes egging on Reaper to kill Coriolanus. Exceptionally happy for the sudden opportunity to retaliate in the violence that was being imposed upon them.

“Get him Reaper!” You could hear a boy urging from somewhere behind you. Coriolanus’s formerly collected facade was quickly falling apart at the realization of his probable imminent death, his hands desperately reaching out in a feeble attempt to push the much larger boy off of him.

“I’ll kill you right now.” Reaper growled as he somehow managed to push Coriolanus further into the wall. You didn’t take Reaper as someone who was all bark and no bite, and was nearly certain he would go through with his threat if there was no immediate intervention.

“He’ll do it.” A raspy voice piped up from next to you—Dill, Reaper’s district partner. “He killed a peacekeeper back in eleven. They never found out who did it.” The young girl smirked a bit after the past comment, before a cough came over her and she was sent into a fit.

“Quiet Dill.” Reaper turned around only long enough to reprimand the younger girl, but his scolding had already brought all eyes towards Dill, which subsequently brought attention to you.

“Looks like Pretty Boy came with a friend.” Tanner, the boy from District ten, whistled out. He was Domitia’s tribute, and you had been severely disturbed by his reaping, where his hands had been shown to be bloody from what you hoped was a morning at the slaughterhouse. While now there was only faint traces of blood buried underneath his fingernails, the taller boy still wore a particularly wicked grin on his face as he slowly approached you, eyes never leaving yours. You subconsciously took a few steps back, your body now flush against the cold metal wall alongside Coriolanus. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in here?” Tanner’s question might have been phrased more nicely than Reaper’s, but it was still laced with the same tone of anger and vengeance. Your petrified eyes left Tanner’s unnerving gaze, and you peered over his shoulder, to shaken to answer the District ten boy. Treech’s eyes were also fixed on you, but in a way that was much more contemplative and pensive, as if he was debating on whether or not he should intervene. However, much to your shock it wasn’t Treech nor Coriolanus who came to your rescue. It was Lamina.

The sullen girl had slipped from her spot beside Treech without anyone noticing and moved to stand between you and Tanner, acting as a barrier to protect you despite her obvious shaking. Lucy Gray also made herself known, appearing from her spot deep in the van to approach Reaper, a silence falling over the riled up tributes as the girl spoke up.

“You got family back home?” The question was obviously intended for Reaper and Tanner, but she looked around the van as if her question was pointed towards all of them.

“They’ll kill them if you hurt either of them, and then they’ll kill you.” Lucy Gray spoke as if it were obvious, and the realization seemed to set in on the two boys and they thankfully backed away towards their respective district partners. Lamina let out a sigh of relief, her hands still shaking in little balled fists. You were in awe at her bravery, not only for confronting a much larger tribute, but also that she did it for you, someone who was virtually a stranger.

“Besides, I might need him, being my mentor and all.” The last part caused Coriolanus’s gaze to immediately shift to Lucy Gray, as if he was shocked that she was coming to his defense.

“Mender? How come you get a mender?” A girl with a bright red bob, Coral, interrogated from her corner of the van.

“A mentor.” Coriolanus corrected, he was always a stickler when it came to grammar and pronunciation. Something that could annoy you to no end when he went of his rants during class. “Each of you get one, to help guide you throughout the games.”

“And were supposed to trust you on that?” Coral retorted, unimpressed with the boy’s answer. “Why does Little Miss Rainbow get special treatment?” The redheaded girl pointed an accusatory finger at Lucy Gray, as if she was responsible for her mentor’s shortcomings. You made a mental reminder to warn Festus, Coral’s mentor, on how much of a firecracker she was before he could meet her for himself. You were near certain he would pleased though, feisty types tended to fare well in the games. Getting her to entertain the Capitol however, would be a different battle.

“She doesn’t get special treatment, you all have mentors.” Coriolanus reiterated, clearly still on edge from his close encounter with Reaper. “Then why aren’t they here?” This time Bobbin, a boy from District eight spoke up, clearly interested in the prospect of having a mentor.

“Just not inspired, I guess.” Lucy Gray added, a smirk forming on her face. She must’ve known her performance at the Reapings had garnered her mentor’s attention. You felt a pang of sympathy for the girl. Little did she know that only a few moments before her singing, Coriolanus had already given up any hope of her winning.

“Who does she belong to?” Tanner inquired, although he had backed a few feet away, his stare had never broken away from you. He slightly licked his lips which was already enough to make you shudder. What was his deal?

“Back of ten.” Your eyes suddenly moved towards the voice, landing on the tall frame of Treech, who had let go of his railing and was moving closer towards Tanner. “You got lucky Lumberjack, I’m honestly a bit jeal-”

Tanner didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Because before you knew it, the van jerked, knocking everyone to the ground in a wave on shock and confusion. Lamina landed on top of you, which surprisingly didn’t hurt due to her being much smaller. She quickly moved off of you with a soft apology as everyone tried to regain their balance. However, another lurch sent everyone tumbling onto the floor once again. This time you landed next to Treech, your head falling against his chest as the floor started sloping, sending the piles of tributes and mentors into the metal doors with a slam. You tried to raise your head from Treech’s chest to get a grasp as to what was happening, but his arm reached out to wrap around you, holding you in place against his body. Before you could fight against him the metal doors of the van suddenly jutted open, dumping everyone out, and sending them falling towards the ground below.

A/N

We are Lamina stans here!!! Love to see Treech’s protectiveness as well, so stay prepared for that in coming chapters! Hopefully I will be able to post another chapter in the next day or two!

XOXO

#district 7 #tbosas #the hunger games #thg #thg series #treech tbosas #treech x reader #clemensia dovecote #coriolanus snow #hunger games x reader #lamina #tbosas x reader #sejanus plinth #sejanus deserved better #lucy gray baird #lysistrata vickers #jessup diggs #mizzen #reaper ash #tbosbas #tbosbas x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[freikdreinaslaw]

The whole point of the hunger games is to make me get attached to every character then cry at their deaths

#thg #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #finnick odair #the careers #rue #cinna #primrose everdeen #I get way to attached #fuck snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #lamina #treech tbosas #reaper ash #foxface #deserved better

[moreespressoformydepresso]

This is maybe kinda out of nowhere, but…

Reaper x Treech

Treaper, if you will. I’m not sure how exactly this happened, but I think they look cute together.

Reaper is this giant of a guy, but a true gentle one. Someone who is angry at the capitol not for what they’re doing to him, but rather for the fact that they’re doing it to others as well. The one who fought the Capitol by refusing to fight to the very end in the movie, and who only fought when someone disrespected the tributes he tried to give the respect and honor they deserved in the book.

Treech, meanwhile, fights to win the games. He kills Teslee (in the books), stands by while his district partner Lamina is killed by his own alliance (in the movie, although he does appear to grieve her death) and attempts to kill Lucy Gray, but in both the movies and in the book he’s killed by her cheating. I like his book version better, even though the movies give his relationship with Lamina slightly more dept, because he’s sneaky, he steals and he hides. Clearly, his focus is survival. While it may be less virtuous than Reaper, it’s equally justifiable because, in the games, anything that isn’t victory is death. His approach to the games is smarter than Reaper’s even if it’s less “moral”. Who can blame him? Morals mean nothing to a corpse, in the end.

That kind of dynamic, I think, would work perfectly for romance. Reaper is the one who will stand up for what’s right, and proudly show the consequences his middle finger, whereas Treech is the one who makes sure that they’re still taking care of their own well-being. Also, I headcanon Treech as a sassy sweetheart, which would work nicely with Reaper’s canon personality as gruff but caring sweetheart.

#tbosas #treech tbosas #reaper ash #reaper tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #the hunger games #10th hunger games #shipping #ship dynamics #idk how to tag this #how did this happen #i have no idea #treech deserved better #Reaper deserved better #Treech x Reaper #Reaper x Treech #Treaper

[spiralling-thoughts]

So an idea I had is that I have been headcanoning that otto wanted to be a train driver when he grows up and always had a small toy train in his pocket that his mom gave to him and when reaper is carrying his body (I am referring to the movieverse since he survive the booming and make it to the games in the movie) he takes away the crossbow then the small train toy falls from Otto's pocket and reaper pick it up then when he lays down otto he places the toy in his hand so that otto can hold a reminder of home in his death and reminder to the capitol that they ripped this child the opportunity to grow up and percudes his dreams and condemned him to death never caring that this child wanted to grow up . And that they ripped him from his childhood and destroyed his dreams 😭

#otto tbosas #reaper ash #i don't know if i will draw this but it's heartbreaking to think about #these kids deserved so much better #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[another-lost-mc]

kisses on the battlefield | solomon x reader

cw: sfw. hurt/comfort. descriptions of canon-typical violence. light angst with a happy ending. gn!reader (referred to as mc, they/them pronouns). wc: 1.7k+

“No, I won't go,” Solomon argued with Diavolo, a large map on the table between them. He was already on edge from the looming danger waiting for them all on the horizon; he wasn't convinced you would be safe if he left you now. He looked to Barbatos for support, but the demon's unreadable expression made him feel even worse about this plan.

You were assigned leadership over the group of witches and wizards sent by the Sorcerer’s Society. You shared an apprehensive look with him as you crossed paths outside the tent. You both wanted to linger, to stay and share one more farewell (in addition to the hurried moments you shared earlier that day), but there wasn't anymore time.

Solomon practically threw his hands up in the air and spun on his heel so he could follow you, Diavolo's orders be damned. He knew the human sorcerers were responsible for defending the eastern quadrant—he'd find you and keep you safe. That was his intention, until Barbatos blocked his way and Diavolo called his name behind him.

Solomon snarled in frustration as he turned back to the demon prince. "The reapers don't need me. Let me pass."

But Barbatos was unmoving, and Diavolo shook his head. “The reapers need your help repairing the damage to the seal that allowed this to happen. We need to stop the hostile force here, before the three realms descend into chaos. Your pacts should give you the additional reinforcements you need.”

With a few exceptions, of course—Asmodeus and Barbatos were both needed elsewhere, and Solomon knew he wouldn't be able to summon them.

Solomon gritted his teeth. "Fine, then I'll bring MC with me. They can assist with repairing the seal." And I can keep an eye on them myself.

Diavolo sighed heavily, and Solomon saw something vulnerable in his eyes, something that looked like regret. “MC is too important to our defenses. The human sorcerers need someone to lead them that they can trust in your place. They're also the only one capable of empowering the Avatars of Sin to bolster our ranks, should we need them to."

Diavolo understood Solomon’s hesitancy. He had a similar conversation with you, privately, before Solomon arrived. You were equally torn about being separated from him and facing the unknown dangers alone. You took less convincing to go along with Diavolo's plan—you knew this was the best course of action, even if you didn't like it.

Unfortunately, there was no guarantee Diavolo could make to you that Solomon would return unscathed while he assisted the reapers with their task. Likewise, there was no promise Diavolo could make to Solomon that even if he returned, you would be unharmed.

“You have my word that I will do everything in my power to keep MC safe,” Diavolo told him seriously. It was the best the demon prince could offer to appease Solomon's doubts, but the oath tasted like ash on his tongue.

Barbatos glanced at Diavolo knowingly behind the sorcerer's back, and the unspoken truth hung between them: Solomon would become their enemy too, should they fail to protect you.

Solomon realized he had little choice. He told himself that he would do this for you, because you deserved better than a future torn apart by war and death. He uttered a curse under his breath and glared venomously at Diavolo before he disappeared.

Solomon and the reapers finally sealed the magical tear that allowed the eldritch beasts to invade from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. He went to the battlefield to find you as soon as Thirteen assured him that their task was complete.

He expected to find you on the eastern front with the other sorcerers, but all he found there was the aftermath of carnage. The ground was broken and scorched by flame and it ran wet with odd, inky-black blood. He realized quickly that the largest battle must've been fought here and his blood froze in his veins.

He finally stumbled on some lingering demons and human sorcerers that were helping evacuate the remaining survivors. As soon as they mentioned a healers' camp set up near RAD, he teleported immediately to the Devildom.

Solomon recognized the battle-weary faces of his demon and angel and human acquaintances when he arrived, but he couldn't bear to stop until he found you.

His heart clenched with equal parts hope and worry when he finally spotted Asmodeus and Simeon speaking together near one of the tents. They both greeted him with relieved expressions despite their dirtied faces and ripped clothing, stained with mud and gore.

"It's good to see you," Simeon said, clasping his shoulder.

Solomon didn't have time for pleasantries. "I just arrived. Where's MC?"

Asmo shook his head. "They're fine. Lucifer and Mammon took them to one of the tents back there," he said, pointing to a small cluster of tents close to the RAD building.

Solomon tried to push past him, but Asmo grabbed his arm. He didn't flinch when Solomon bared his teeth angrily at him. "Let me go."

"Wait," Asmo urged him quietly. "MC's mostly unharmed, but Solomon it was—it was bad."

Icy dread flooded his body all over again. "Tell me."

Diavolo snapped the would-be assassin's neck in his grasp before he flung the limp corpse aside. Not far from him, Barbatos eviscerated an enemy with a slash from the glinting dagger in his hand.

"I don't like this," Lucifer muttered at his side. Diavolo nodded and peered around. The demon army was anxiously waiting, but the invasion they anticipated was nowhere to be seen. He trusted Thirteen's information that the dark, otherworldly threat had broken through the realms' defenses, so where—?

"My lord," Barbatos breathed, staring at something behind him in the distance.

Diavolo turned as a bright red flare shot into the dark sky. Another flare followed, and another, and another after that, until the sky was littered with dozens of fiery wisps of magic. It was a signal to warn the other defensive positions that the intruders were spotted, and they all came from the east.

The wind carried the shrill, foreign language of nightmare creatures as small portals appeared across the battlefield and the monstrous entities charged through and finally began their attack.

In an instant, another large, dark portal opened above the area where you and your fellow sorcerers were stationed. The ground shook as something shot from the portal and engulfed the eastern battlefield in purple flames and black smoke.

Oh, no.

Lucifer grunted at Diavolo's side and suddenly disappeared as the power of your pact summoned him to you. Barbatos was already redirecting forces to aid the human defenders, but Diavolo felt dread pool in his stomach. He took off in flight and slashed at everything in his path, hoping they weren't too late.

Solomon paused outside your tent when he heard Mammon's familiar voice within; he sounded exasperated.

"I don't care whatcha say, Satan says you gotta rest," the Greed demon lectured you.

"Mammon, I promise, I'm okay—"

The ice in Solomon's heart cracked when he finally heard your voice.

You were alive.

"Yeah, we'll see 'bout that. How many fingers am I holdin' up?"

"...three?"

Mammon scoffed. "Lucky guess."

Solomon couldn't wait anymore. He pulled the flap aside and poked his head inside the tent. Mammon was holding three fingers in front of your face, and you were trying to push his hand away. Your face lit up with recognition when they both looked to see who had arrived.

"Look, your boyfriend can talk some sense into ya. I'll see about getting you somethin' to eat." Mammon paused when he was passing Solomon on his way out and leaned towards him. "MC got hit by some type of curse, they were real dizzy for a while. Satan thinks it's worn off, but they need to take it easy. Got it?"

Solomon stared at you but nodded slowly. As soon as Mammon left the tent, he stepped towards your cot in something like a trance. He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced down when you grabbed both his hands in yours.

"I am so happy to see you," you breathed. Your smile trembled and tears dotted your lash line.

Solomon held your hands for a moment before he rested them on your lap and cupped your cheeks instead. He cradled your face in his hands so gently. He didn't know what to say. Words failed him—he was overwhelmed by the possibility of losing you earlier, and now by the relief you were here really here.

His eyes roamed your face desperately, drinking in the sight of you—a battle-worn version of you, perhaps—but in this moment, you were everything to him. He didn't know how to put his feelings for you into words, so he leaned forward and kissed you instead.

You made a surprised noise against his lips, but your fingers grasped weakly at the tattered sleeves of his coat and you drew him even closer. It was less of a kiss and more of a desperate press of your chapped lips against his, but you felt his warm breath fan across your skin and savoured the familiar taste of him on your tongue. It was comforting proof that he was alive—that you both were.

Solomon's body trembled so much it shook the rackety bed you were in, and he broke the kiss with a sob. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, the words raspy with so many emotions. "I never should've left you."

You shook your head and the corners of your lips twitched upward. "I'm grateful that I had such a good teacher," you joked, but it sounded flat to your ears when your tired voice betrayed you.

He leaned forward and buried another sob into the crook of your neck. He crushed your body to his and he hoped the salty tears on your skin and his arms wrapped tightly around you conveyed everything he felt for you—

—he won't ever leave you, and nothing in the three realms or beyond will ever hurt you ever again—

—but all his strangled voice could manage to croak out was a broken, "I love you."

You closed your eyes and smoothed your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat and dirty from the battlefield. His arms squeezed you even tighter, and you smiled despite the tears rolling down your cheeks. "I love you too."

read more: solomon masterlist | obey me! masterlist

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[christophernolan]

Fantasy books by female authors that deserve more praise and recognition and are so SO MUCH better than whatever SJM writes.

The Sun Sword series | Michelle West

A hundred thousand kingdoms | NK Jemisin

The killing Moon | NK Jemisin

An ember in the Ashes | Sabaa Tahir

Shatter Me | Taherah Mafi

Furyborn | Claire Legrand

The bone season | Samantha Shannon

Darker shade of Magic | VE Schwab

The invisible life of Addie LaRue | VE Schwab

Realm of the Elderlings | Robin Hobbs

Sands of Arawiya | Hafsah Faizal

The Daevabad Trilogy | SA Chakraborty

Year of the Reaper | Makiia Lucier

The bear and the Nightingale | Katherine Arden

The Night Circus | Erin Morgenstern

Descendent of the Crane | Joan He

The bridge Kingdom | Danielle Jensen

Dark Shores | Danielle Jensen

Falling Kingdoms | Morgan Rhodes

Range of Ghosts | Elizabeth Bear

Children of blood and Bone | Tomi Adeyemi

The Wrath and the Dawn | Renee Ahdieh

Lumatere Chronicles | Melina Marchetta

The Alchemists of Loom | Elise Kova

#I have an itch when it come to SJM I have 4 of her books and I don’t understand why people think she’s the greatest author since Jane Austen #anyway please read these incredible books #I’ve read these so if you wanna add please do so #books #book recs 2023 #books recs #books and reading

[whitedemon-ladydeath]

New Blog Bio:

I do not tolerate pro-israel, zionist shit anywhere near me. I don't tolerate anti semitism anywhere near me. I will not tolerate anyone who is upholding or supporting the ethnic cleansing and genocide of the Palestinians. if you do, BLOCK ME

if ur gonna follow or interact with my blog pls realize I am very critical towards most acotar content, especially if it involves Rhysand. I am more-or-less a Rhys Anti until further notice and I am hard-core side eye towards Cassian until Rhysand is held accountable for being a shitty person for more than like *checks notes* two pages

I'm not a Tamlin Stan, nor do I particularly care for him, but I have been engaging in thoughtful criticisms of his actions often which involves character analysis so you v likely will see that pop up every now and then

likely you will find:

anti Rhysand

anti/critical IC

anti/critical/pro feyre

anti/critical Cassian posts, maybe MAYBE pro cassian

critical/pro Azriel- I'm pretty neutral towards him

anti/critical/pro elain content [often. w/o being tied to a ship]

pro Lucien

pro Nesta

pro Eris

most pro tog characters

anti/critical chaol (he just annoys me with his high horse)

Pro Ships:

Azriel/Eris/Nesta

Tamsand (lmao)

Feylin [book one]

Elucien

Nesta/Lucien [idk the ship name]

Feycien

Feyssian

Mesta

most tog ships

aelin/manon

malide

chaorian

Anti Ships:

Nessian

Feysand

Elriel

lysaedion

chaolena

My Specific ACoTaR Meta:

SJM + Eugenics + Ableism in her Writing

CoN + the Eternal Perpetuation of Abuse and Toxicity

SJM and the vilification of Ireland in acotar and tog

SJM could have had the HLs give their power to resurrect her wo Rhys forcing them if she played by Faerie Rules

Rhys physically assaulted Nesta

Class Warfare + Class Traitors in ACoTaR

Rhysand + Morally Grey Behavior

My Meta / Aus / etc Posts

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tag -> #glasses!elain propaganda

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tag -> #scottish!tamlin

tag -> #welsh!rhys

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tag -> #appropriated faerie lore in acotar

tag -> #hybern Ireland

tag -> #white feminism in acotar

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Mor SA'd Cassian

tag -> #acotar tiktok meta

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tag -> #Nesta is not an alcoholic send tweet

Other:

A Synopsis of The Ballad of Tam Lin

If You're interested:

Mission to have my own Bookstore:

tag -> #mission: cheshire books

TVDverse:

leave season 1 Caroline ALONE. she deserved better 🥺

Damon and Rose's Friendship that is ALL

Esther is Mikaels victim too stop this irritating 'Esther is the real villain'

tag -> #can we stop the overt vilification of Esther Mikaelson and the UwUization of Mikael Mikaelson

tag -> #tvd tiktok edits

tag -> #Damon Salvatore

tag -> #Caroline Forbes

tag -> #Vincent Griffith

tag -> #Shelia Bennett

Shadow and Bone / Six of Crows:

The Darkling Meta

tag -> #David kostyk

Once Upon a Time

tag -> #cora mills

The Hunger Games / A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus Snow Meta

tag -> #thg tiktok meta

tag -> #coriolanus snow

tag -> #reaper ash

tag -> #wovey

Percy Jackson

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completely irrelevant:

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more to be added!

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[overwatchfics]

HERE’s THE SOMBRA REQUEST WE ARE DESPERATE FOR

oh olivia, olivia- the two of you are sent out to gather some intelligence during a charity event. fancy dress up, blending in as the means of going undercover and leaving with the needed data before anyone could even think about being cyber attacked. but the two of you take your time to dance a little, embrace a sort of life you once dreamed of.

enjoy <3

Dancing in Wolves Clothing | Sombra HCs

Sombra is a woman who constantly finds herself falling through many webs that for once aren't Widowmakers

It is rare she ever has a moment of peace.

Materialistically upbeat, and teasing smile stained on her lips she hardly catches a break where she doesn't have to scheme.

Gabe said this would be reconnaissance, but Sombra says will be romance.

She hardly gets time with you. You two are split on purpose and there are times where Sombra finds herself glaring at herself in mirror, she wants to give you better, you DESERVE better than what she feels she's capable of giving.

She yells at Reaper, bangs her fist against his armor plate begging him to not be so stagnant, so dead. She no longer jokes with Widow, like reaper she only lives in the plain of death. She begins to feel sick of Talon. Sombra joined to know the truth of the world to help it not Akande's view of using it to turn people against each other in an unwinnable war of strength and blood. She doesn't need to think of Moira, the crimes of that doctor sicken her to the core with what she puts Sigma through.

Tonight, would be the last night she plays nice with Talon, because the next day she'll be gone like the wind and she's carrying you with her. If Baptiste could evade Talon for so long, so can she.

Tonight, she holds you in her arms and spins you dizzy with love.

The mood is heavy, even among a sea of rich silks and jewels, Sombra in her royal purple suit, hair slicked perfectly in turn with her circuits she finds the feeling between the two of you deep and electric like the thrumming of powerlines.

Raw untouched sensuality as her hand dips you at the waist the earpiece in her ear screaming orders that she promptly silences. She won't be dead, the Widow and the Reaper have done their dues, have lived their lives through and through, Sombra refuses to forfeit hers.

She connects to you faster than her circuits can process and through her implanted tech she can feel your vitals, your heartbeat as if it were her own. The warmth of your breath on her neck and she spins you again her hand tightening on the silk of your dress. Her eyes harden. She was lucky, she was born through fire and war, left orphaned by crisis and fear surrounded by ash. Like a pheonix she broke free and chased the truth more fervently than any journalist. Through her journey she found you, her guiding light. You're the wind at her back, you're the north star she looks to when lost. She knows she must fight for a better world for you two to live in. Sombra was born a fighter, but she hopes for a future where she no longer has to live like one. She desires her happy ending and that is why she fights. Sombra will fight to keep you laughing late into the night with her. Sombra will fight to fall apart in your arms when the battle is over. Sombra will fight to put that ring on your finger one day and without blood, promise you a soft epilogue.

Sombra's clever mask falls crooked, and she feels time slow as you cradle her face, looking into the myriad of thoughts churning behind the hacker's guarded eyes. Letting your thumbs swipe a stray tear Sombra grabs your hand and kisses it softly and you can feel the weight behind it.

So she dances, as she knows this is the last night, she will ger before fleeing Talon with you. She sways her hips she feels the flames of her inner phoenix rise. Sombra pulls you close to her, the music picking up. You are her one desire. You are the source of her burning passion. Her lips pressed hard against your ear and so many promises are left unspoken.

That night you are stripped bare before her tangled in silk sheets. The sweat, the kisses, the breaths of hot air cascading through Sombras soul. She holds your heart in hers and swear to protect it. She holds you as you come undone in her arms and she reassures you tearfully that it will all be ok, that she'll be here with you, no more secrets, no more terror, that things one day will be as simple as you are hers and she is yours. She herself is bare as she rides your thigh choked sobs falling from her lips as she reaches her high, she loves you and she will protect it so.

That night, curled up into her side, Sombra dreams of a better tomorrow, a new dawn waits for the two of you and she can't wait.

a/n: aaaa fuck I'm hit with feels tonight, I'm typically not a big fan of sombra but I wanted to do a deep dive with her. Yes I know her name is Olivia, but Sombra is a cooler name tbh

#sombra x reader #olivia colomar #sombra #overwatch imagine #overwatch x reader #overwatch2 #overwatch

[meibaestars]

I keep seeing people doing this so this is my official ship list and some explanations. (Hell I may even take writing/drawing requests for the ones I like)

PSA: These are all my opinion. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I ask you respect mine, as I'll respect yours.

~'Love it' ships (aka I WANT THESE TO BE CANON or I LOVE THAT THESE ARE CANON)~

Genji x Mei (Aka my OTP): At first it was a joke ship bc I simp for Genji and kin Mei, but then it spiraled into thinking it'd be a really cute ship with a unique dynamic. Now they're my faves and I'll NEVER get tired of talking about them

Cassidy x Hanzo

Ramattra x Echo: Saw some cute fanart and it was OVER for me

Ana x Reinhardt

Bap x Mauga

Tracer x Emily

Soldier x Reaper

Gerard x Widowmaker: Their story makes me cry 😭 They both deserve sm better than what the world put them through

~'Like it' ships (aka "This is cute, but I like other ships more")~

Pharah x Mercy

Genji x Zen: This is only here bc Meiji takes top spot. When done right, this ship is so cute puppies and kittens are jealous. I also don't care too much about age difference here because, Zen's a robot.

D.Va x Brigitte

Mei x Zarya: Same situation as Genyatta

Lifeweaver x Bap

Cassidy x Bap: I definitely think Bap canonically has a crush on Cass (I won't break his heart, in at least a few realities they're together)

Mei x Lifeweaver: I've grown pretty fond of this ship and even wrote a fanfic (platonic) about them a while ago. They'd have such a unique dynamic either way, and I definitely am a fan

Lucio x Junkrat

Ashe x Widowmaker

Junkrat x Mei: The age difference has put me off for a while but I can't lie, it's kinda cute

Mei x Zenyatta

~'Meh/Nah' Ships (aka any I'm indifferent or negative abt)~

Genji x Mercy: For those who scream at any ship that's Genji x someone who's not Mercy or vice versa, I don't have a place for you here. To the nice Gency fans who're chill abt this, thank you. I just already have my favorite ship and some of you guys are way too toxic for me to really appreciate the ship. They're still besties in my mind tho, dw

Any type of *ncest: Please leave, thank you.

Any type of b**stiality: Same as *ncest. Leave the poor monkey and hamster (and all other animals) alone.

D.Va x anyone over 24: She's basically a child mentally, it's weird

Junkrat x Roadhog: I definitely think they're more like father/son, and I do NOT like that age difference.

Ramattra x Zen: It's just the fact they call each other 'brother' so often, so my mind is hard-wired to keep it that way

Soldier x Mercy

Sombra x Anyone: Sex-repulsed aro-ace Sombra supremacy 🙌🙌🙌 (queerplatonic is good tho), Bap's the only sorta-exception

And that's all for ships. I have a ton more but this is already a long post so I'm gonna end it here. Anything catch your eye? Pls let me know! Also here is the link to my ship chart which I'll update occasionally (so it's a bit less hectic):

https://www.tumblr.com/meibaestars/730349773528481792/i-got-bored-so-i-did-another-ship-chart-thing-with?source=share

(Btw I'll be editing this as I see fit and changing different ships most likely)

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch ship #ship list #fight me

[graff1980]

I wear a thin fluid mask that adapts to the flash of bomb blasts as pompous diplomats disregard the obvious facts, and I try to hold back that which reveals the true depth of sorrows that I feel, but sometimes the paint chips the excess camouflage drips, and people get a look at what I try to conceal, because I cannot hide wounds that are not allowed to heal.

There are broken bodies, tiny lifeless echoes of those black and white Holocaust photos, mother’s spirits splintered as children wither into oblivion because soldiers would not let aid be delivered to them.

This is a reality that I didn’t ask for, this is not actually war, but genocide, when pictures that the internet provides blow a hole in my heart bigger than the moon. The grim reaper plays an ominous tune, accompanied by percussion from the weapons that rain down from the sky.

If the infinite could scream I think that it would make all ears ring to the point of lost hearing, and that would be better than the nights nearing when thunderstorms have children fearing that more bombs are coming.

If my heart was a grenade, I would pull the pin to let this madness blow up from within, so that all of my friends could imagine, or least get an inkling of what people in Palestine keep seeing.

I’ve given a little bit but I’m not ready to turn myself into a symbol of ash or scarred flesh, so I don’t have the right to write a little and claim I deserve to rest, especially when others are willing to invest the whole instrument of their being.

I’ve seen how those spirits sing in a harmony of pain and honesty that speaks to my poetic being, and that is group worth following.

-2024

#poetry #poem #poets on tumblr #writerscreed #poets corner #spilled ink

[nymp21]

Their Eternity

Universe : Mass Effect Trilogy.

Pairing : Female Shepard / Liara T’Soni.

Summary : Just after the reaper defeat, Shepard’s body is found. She is alive, but the path of healing is hard. Tranksfully Liara is here to help, and carry her. And, how it could go wrong now the reaper are dead ?

Warnings : smut in futur chapters, injuries, PTSD, violence, gun.

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Chapter 1 : Alive.

Warnings : injuries, hospital, comatose.

The nil. The black silence surronding her is deafening, too heavy. Is that it ? Death ? It’s not that bad. Peace. It’s been too long since she has experienced it. Has she ever knew that calm before ? No. Until now all was chaos, cries, suffering and war. Right now all of it is over ! Finally ! But something is missing in this tranquility. A pair of piercing blue eyes embracing her soul. A mind touching her own, a heart melting with her pulse, a voice calming her cries. A smell enchanting all her senses. A lover who is her everything. Her lover. Her world. Liara.

Alive… It’s painful to be alive, she thinks. Maybe maybe it’s better not to be. This agony is unbearrable, it would be worth it if…

« By the Goddess Shepard ! »

There it is. The voice that she is craving for. Her voice. Liara… but she is still not here, or too far to be reach. She wants to touch her, even if all she can see is black, all she can touch is the ashes beyond her fingers, or what it left of her fingers. She is hearing them tough. The cries of her lover.

« Please don’t go ! Stay with me, be strong my love ! I need you… »

I am here, She wants to say. I am here, I don’t leave you and I won’t leave you. I am

alive.

God yes she is in too much pain to be dead for sure.

« Doctor Tsoni, you have to stay away, we need to operate her… please let us do our job. »

« It’s okay Liara. They got her… we have found her. She is here. They got her. »

« I don’t know if I can Garrus… i can’t stand losing her again. »

« I know… »

And then again, the blackout.

…

It’s a constant bip that wakes her up. The pain is still here, less virulant, but still irrading her whole being. Then she feels it, fingers interlaced with hers. Slowly, she opens her eyes. Blinded with the bright light she doesn’t discern where she is first, however she saw the blue figure across the white of the walls.

« Shepard ! »

« Liara… » she says with a sore voice as she tries to reach her lover’s cheek with her finger, but she can’t move, she is too weak.

« Shhh don’t move my love. You are still badly wounded. »

« What… what happened. The reaper ? Are they ? »

« You did it honey. They are gone. You did it. You won.»

Liara squeezes her hand, her eyes are wet with tears. Happy tears. But Shepard reads more in them : fear, sadness, relief, love. All these emotions the asari went through during past hours, days, months ? For how long has she been in comatose ? She doesn’t know. Shepard can say she is badly injured. The concern she has also read in Liara’s eyes says enough.

« How bad is it ? » she dares do ask.

Liara doesn’t answer first, she seems to hesitate, or to compose herself maybe. But the commandant deserves to know and Liara must think the same because she then tells : « You’ve been burnt. All of your body was calcined, thanksfully the surgery did well. But… until you are up, we don’t know if you can walk again. Your spinal column has been injured…The doctors aren’t sure. »

Shepard process the terrible information. Is that why she is unable to move her hand ? What will she become if she can’t…

Liara caresses her cheek with her thumb.

« It will be okay I promise… we will get through this together. You are a hero. My hero. You will win this battle too. »

Shepard looks at her. God ! how much she loves Liara ! Her soulmate. Her whole universe. She is her rock. She always manages to comfort her to support her. She is indredible. Even in the most dark of the darkness she is the light that guides her soul and heart. How can she be so lucky ?

«  I know i will win. You know why ? »

« Because you are my stubborn sexy commander ? »

The human chuccles. : «  Well sexy… not with all the scars. » Then she looks at her bondmate in her eyes to say : « No, because you are with me. The love of my life. I want to be with you. I want to cherish you, marry you, and have plenty of blue babbies with you and… »

She is cut by Liara’lips on hers. Their kiss is soft but passionate. The asari puts all her sadness all the pain she has been through, all the anger she felt against this world which can’t let her lover alone and in peace, which lets Shepard get hurt, get almost killed again, wich has almost take her away from her again. She puts all her love in that kiss, all her joy to have Shepard at her sides. Then, when they can’t breathe anymore, they separate, but still have their forhead together, eyes close.

« I thought you were dead. »

« I know… but I’m here. I won’t leave you. »

« I remember you promised that before. » says Liara with a poor smile.

« And ? I didn’t leave you, did I ? »

« you’re right. You came back the first time. »

The door opens and few people enter in the bright room. Shepard hears them before she sees them. The strong path of a Krogan, and a breath throug a Quarian mask.

« Shepard ! You are awake ! » says the technicist. « I knew you would make it ! »

« You did better than a Krogan would do ! And that’s a thing ! » Wrex chuckles as he punches gently shepard’s shoulder, althought she winces.

« Careful Wrex ! » Says Liara, putting a protecting hand on her lover’s arms, as if it could stop the pain. If she would be honest, the commander thinks it helped. « She is still weak. »

« Nosense ! » replies the Krogan « Shepard will never be weak. Her strenght is so present that she could be a krogan! »

« Yeah, but I think she would be prettier as a krogan. » remarks Garrus « with all the scars you got, Shepard, you could have many suitors on Tutchenka. »

The commander laughs a little, coughs, winced and then says : « Ladies love scars. Do I look so bad ? »

« Not as bad as usual. » responds the Turrian with a smirk. That’s what she has answered him, when he has been shot on Omega.

« You’ll always be my beautiful commander. » says Liara with a loving smile. « And it’s true : ladies love scars and I love you. »

« I love you too Liara. »

They sink into each other’s eyes perfectly, the green and the blue. The water and the tree. Liara was her ocean of harmony, of peace and love. Shepard was Liara ´s bark. They could spend eternity there, in each other’s soul. How bad the commander wanted to embrace eternity with the asari right now…

« I think we should let Shepard rest. » declares Tali with a smile in her voice. She seems to be far away from the space Liara and her have created, the commander don’t even catch the words, she is too blissed by her lover’s eyes. She doesn’t even see the others leave the room. Then she closes her eyes as the Asari caresses her face.

« Rest my love. I am watching you. You are going to get through this. WE are going to get you through this, I promise. »

And Shepard believes her. Nothing bad could happen, in her boundmatés embrace.

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #shepard x liara #female shepard x liara #liara tsoni #liara tsoni x female shepard #mass effect shepard #female shepard x liara tsoni #reaper #mass effect fanfiction #fanfiction #reader #liara x reader

[imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn]

When Our Stars Cross Paths; II Treech x Mentor!Reader

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: None

Sweet Angels🪻: @nemesii @mrsyixingunicorn10 @chmpgneprblem

You had no reason to be this nervous.

That’s what you tried to convince yourself as you added the finishing touches to your outfit-a pair of teardrop shaped garnet earrings and an array of silver rings. You brought your hands down to smooth out your olive green dress, opting against wearing the flashy uniforms of the Academy.

The train carrying the tributes was due to arrive at the station in just under an hour, yet you had failed to get yourself to leave the comfort of your apartment. You wrote it off as being a perfectionist and wanting to make sure you embodied the glamour that was the Capitol. But you knew the truth deep down…

You were terrified.

Despite your outwardly confident and bold persona, you had always chased validation from anyone who would give it to you. After you had started expressing your distaste for the Capitol’s vision of the Hunger Games, your parents had almost seemed to forget you existed. Preferring to ignore you than to come to terms with the fact that their daughter was a district sympathizer.

So as you touched up your eyeliner, you started brainstorming ways you could win over Treech’s trust. You knew he wasn’t going to be pleased to have to talk to any Capitol citizen, especially after what you saw of him during the Reapings. The resentment, the bitterness, the disgust.

However Treech hadn’t been the only person who garnered your interest. The girl from District 12, Lucy Gray had put on a spectacular performance following her reaping. Despite her misfortune, she had shown an impressive amount of spunk and moxie. Something that immediately made you gain respect for the younger girl. Coriolanus, who had originally been displeased at being selected as her mentor, had reveled in the attention his tribute gathered, which had transferred over to him. That was the thing about Coriolanus, he loved people who benefited him. You could tell from the mere way he pretended to tolerate Sejanus’s presence. Tight lipped smiles and strained conversation, Snow wasn’t always the most discreet about his true feelings. No matter how many times the district boy tried to convince you of Coriolanus, your opinion hadn’t been swayed. You knew that deep down, the blonde had a small hope of working his way into Mr. Plinth’s good graces through Sejanus. He was a leech, as your grandmother would’ve said.

Gathering your canvas bag—which was filled to the brim with chicken salad sandwiches, water bottles, various fruits you had gathered from your kitchen, and freshly baked pastries, you made your way to the front door. Although you were only given the task of taking care of one tribute, it felt inhumane to only bring food for Treech. After hearing how some of your classmates reacted to their “unlucky picks”, you knew some—if not most of them wouldn’t bother to show up.

The walk to the train station helped to settle some of your anxieties. You adored the outdoors, and wished the Capitol had spared some of their natural forests and mountains instead of urbanizing every square foot of land they could take. The land that had remained untouched however, had been combed over by you, memorizing every blade of grass and every species of bird you came across. Many mornings where you allowed yourself to skip class had been spent taking nature walks with Sejanus, and even Clemmie and Lysistrata when they gave in to your pleading.

Despite your “radical ideals”, you still took pleasure in the company of several of your fellow peers. Before Sejanus moved to the Capitol, you, Lyzzie, and Clemmie had formed an unofficial friend group, spending your school days before the war weaving flower crowns and hosting elegant tea parties. Even now the three of you took care to ensure the longevity of your sisterhood, organizing girls’ days where you binged outlawed romcoms and ordered from whatever takeout sounded the most appetizing. This wasn’t to say they were your only friends, you and Diana were both fond of atronomy, and partnered with each other whenever the topic arose during class. And Festus had been known to forge late slips for you after one of your morning excursions, in exchange for some of your homeade sweets. Even Arachne, as stuck up and anti-district as she was, held a significant amount of respect for you, which you reciprocated. Both of you admired the other’s bluntness and unwavering loyalty to their respective opinions.

Your blissful reflection of your youth was interrupted by a rather grim thought, or rather a reality check. Twenty three kids were going to die. And while you had the privilege to lose yourself in your imagination of the freedom and opportunity you would be granted once you graduated from the academy, you had spared barely a single thought to the pour souls you were about to come face-to-face with. The weight of your bag pulling down on your shoulder eased some of your guilt. You couldn’t save them, but you could ensure they were well taken care of until the bitter end.

As you approached the entrance to the train station, you caught glimpse of a bright vermillion coat. The same coat you had chosen to bury deep in your wardrobe, in favor of a more approachable summer dress. Suddenly refreshed from the excitement of meeting another student, your pace picked up and you rushed around the corner to see which of your peers had had a similar idea to yours. Though to your dismay, you were greeted by the out of breath face of none other than Coriolanus Snow. He gripped a white rose firmly in his hand, his Academy uniform sticking out like a sore thumb against the muted colors of the train station. The peculiar color of the rose indicated he must’ve convinced his grandmother or ‘Grandma’am’ as he and Tigris affectionately referred to her as, to pluck one of her precious roses from her rooftop garden.

While you weren’t a fan of Coriolanus himself, the feeling didn’t extend to the rest of the Snow family. Tigris, his cousin was a stylist—though a heavily taken advantage one, at the boutique you often frequented with Clemmie and Lyzzie on your girls’ trips. The older cousin possessed a sweet and docile demeanor that made you instantly fond of her, often stopping by at the boutique for minor readjustments that you could’ve easily fixed on your own, just for the opportunity to converse with the tall blonde. You learned a lot about the Snow family from these visits; from Coriolanus’s childhood nickname, Coryo—which you found to be endearing despite his character, to the financial struggles they had burdened since they were both orphaned during the war. These small glimpses into the boy’s life had slightly altered the way you saw him. While you would never be able to trust the boy or let alone build a rapport with him, you sympathized with his struggles and hardships.

Lifting your gaze from your bulky canvas bag to the blonde boy standing in front of you, you offered him a gentle smile. Maybe he was maturing after all. Nobody else had bothered to show up for their tribute, not even Sejanus, thought that was most likely due to the dread of having to come face-to-face with a former classmate who viewed him as a traitor.

Coriolanus returned your gesture, though a bit more forced and strained on his part. His eyes were darting back and forth all around the train station, most likely looking for the train that would be pulling in any second now carrying the tributes.

Carrying Treech.

Your quickly spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a throat clearing. You turned to face Coriolanus, who looked as if he was about to speak to you, when the deafening sound of a train horn sounded from down at the end of one of the tunnels.

It was now or never.

Quickly making your way towards the edge of the tracks where the train was currently pulling in, you shuffled your canvas bag from one shoulder to the other. Suddenly quite fearful of the interactions that were about to take place. You hadn’t thought of if they had food allergies or not?? What if one of them was vegetarian?? Could you afford to be vegetarian in the districts?? Before your thoughts could spiral any further, a great fume of smoke erupted from the front of the train, the grand locomotive coming to a complete stop just feet in front of you. Snow wasted no time maneuvering around you and making his way to the back of the train cars, where Lucy Gray was bound to get off. You however, stayed where you were, rocking on the heels of your mary janes as you waited for the tributes from District one to disembark. You had managed to snag a sheet off of Dean Highbottom that contained a list of all the tributes names and their respective districts when he was to intoxicated to notice. A quick glance at your cheat sheet reassured your slight qualms over forgetting their names, Facet and Velvereen.

After a brief few moments of anticipation, the doors of the car flew open and two dirty sickly looking teenagers in matching white cardigans hobbled onto the platform. Facet going first and turning around to offer his assistance to Velvereen, a gesture which she gladly accepted. This small act of chivalry seemed to restore your confidence, and before you could think, your feet were moving towards the pair. A determined smile creeping up onto your face.

“Hi! Are either of you two hungry?”

The pair quickly spun around, eyes wide and startled as if they were frightened by the mere sound of your voice. Getting a good look at their faces for the first time, they looked quite different than the grainy images you had seen from a distance in the Academy. Facet’s golden hair was matted after days of travel, and Velvereen’s heart shaped face was rounded with a softness that made appear to be much younger than she actually was.

Sliding the canvas bag off your shoulder, you held out the bag for them. Offering the goodies and an encouraging smile.

Facet was the first to reach in, hesitantly pulling out a cherry danish before ultimately backing away. After catching a glimpse of the sweets her partner had pulled out, she deemed you safe enough to approach and reached in to grab two water bottles. A peacekeeper then approached, ushering the two to keep moving across the station. They were quick to scatter off, but not before Velvereen sent a soft smile your way.

Making your way down to the next train car, you were met by Marcus and his district partner, Sabyn, both looking weary and confused as they hopped onto the platform.

“Sandwiches? Water?” You offered, slightly intimidated by Marcus’s muscular stature. Sabyn didn’t seem to hold any of the hesitation the pair from District one had, and quickly reached in to grab two sandwiches and a brownie wrapped in tinfoil. She passed one of the sandwiches off to Marcus, and while he eyed you from where he stood, he quickly scarfed the sandwich without a complaint. Sabyn took her time, gently unwrapping the warm brownie from the tinfoil, almost as if she was scared it would disappear if she moved too fast. Once unwrapped, she too quickly ate her food, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as her hand went towards the bag for a second. However, just as her hand grazed the canvas material, she seemed to recoil as if the bag was burning to the touch.

“It’s okay, you’re more than welcome to take a second.” You were beyond relieved that you were able to provide some sort of comfort after what appeared to be an exhausting journey. Meekly, Sabyn allowed herself to reach back into the bag, this time pulling out a slice of carrot cake. She quickly stowed the sandwich and baked good in her pocket before turning to Marcus, waiting to see if he would take anything. He shook his head, already paranoid at the vulnerability they were displaying to this stranger. Sabyn seemed disappointed by his reluctance but still gave a polite thank you before turning back to walk towards her partner.

Time seemed to fly as you made your way down the cars, stopping at each one to offer your depleting bag. The pair from District three seemed skeptical, but in the end the boy, Circ took a water bottle before the two were pulled away by peacekeepers. Coral from District four was put on defense as soon as you approached, but backed down when she saw how weary her district partner, Mizzen looked. The boy who couldn’t have been older than thirteen, shot out towards the bag after Coral gave him a nod of approval, ultimately grabbing a sandwich and chocolate chip cookie which seemed to intrigue him greatly. Coral gave a curt but polite thank you as she protectively led the now buzzing boy away. Hy and Sol from District five were too dehydrated to be cautious of the welcoming stranger before them, and immediately pulled out two water bottles which they proceeded to down in a few desperate gulps. You smiled at their eagerness and pulled out a few berry danishes, offering them to Hy who had finished his water first and was now wiping his mouth with the back of his dirty jacket. He gave a quick glance to Sol, who nodded encouragingly to him. He gingerly took the pastries, offering a dimpled smile before he and Sol were ushered across the platform. You moved down to the car which contained the pair from District six, Otto and Ginnee. While both appeared to be dehydrated and emaciated, they ultimately refused anything from the canvas bag, scattering off after being startled by a peacekeeper yelling a few meters away from the three of them. Shifting the bag back onto your shoulder, you made your way down to the next car, coming to a halt as you realized who you would be met by…

The doors to the car banged open, and a teary eyed girl you recognized as Lamina appeared in the shadows. The sight of you sent a small whimper to escape from her lips and the redhead quickly vanished back into the shadows as another face emerged.

Treech looked to be almost a completely different person than the one you remembered from the Reapings. His eyes no longer wide and fearful, but rather sharp and observant. His dark curls were still hidden underneath the worn out hat, and his well defined jawline twitched as he looked out across the station, not paying any particular attention to you. After a brief scanning he hopped down onto the platform, turning around to offer his hand to Lamina in a similar fashion to that of Facet. Lamina gingerly took his hand slightly stumbling off onto the platform as she braced herself against Treech’s shoulders. Now deciding that this would be the time to introduce yourself as his mentor, you cleared your throat before approaching the pair.

Lamina who had already noticed you, cowered behind Treech, very much still on edge from the Reapings as well as the train ride. Confused at Lamina’s sudden fright, Treech turned to see what had scared her, and was slightly shocked to see that it was not a peacekeeper or another tribute, but rather a girl.

“Hi, You must be Treech! i’m Y/N, your mentor!”

A/N

Sorry there isn’t as much Treech content this chapter as y’all probably wanted 😭. I don’t want to rush this series and want to spend the first few chapters really building the MC’s background. The good news is that my classes are dying down for winter break and i’ll be posting A LOT in the coming weeks, might even post a third chapter tomorrow 😌.

Would you guys like me to make a playlist to go along with this? Or mood boards?

xoxo

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How about, rank characters from dexterity to strength as in what they use for combat maybe note a specific trait of dexterity/strength for some characters

I ain't gonna do all characters cuz that's dfhjgjh a lot of 'em to get down to but I'll throw in some that I think deserve a shoutout in that sense but dfjghjh that's gonna be a long one anyway

To no one's surprise, Arengar is extremely physically strong, and being Blood Legion born and raised, yeah he prefers to approach fights with brute force of muscle and magic rather than in any dexterous or stealthy way, and being a heavy-armored, 8 feet tall charr makes trying to be agile or sneaky hard to begin with, him preferring to block hits with aegis and other guardian spells or just straight-up take 'em as opposed to dodging them. All that to say, not that he can't fight with strategy and intelligence put into it, but he certainly prefers just a plain, head-on approach 90% of the time, as for a charr of his particular skillset the alternatives are usually a waste of time

Kaia is yet another meat wall of a charr. She's extremely strong and durable, as expected of a warrior, and is even more hard-headed and straightforward than Arengar is. Being a warrior, she can't really protect her friends with any sorta spells, instead using her own body as a shield, able to take the punishment and give it back to the enemy twice as hard. Additionally, she's a spellbreaker, with her approach to it involving literally throwing whatever magic her enemies tossed at her right back in their face, so a lot of the time getting hit is her battle tactic. Get hit, shrug it off, toss it back and pummel your opponent with a hammer until it's done.

Alistair on the other hand really isn't physically strong nor durable. He's an agile, quick mesmer, who can't really take hits but if he plays his cards right, he doesn't in the first place. Confusing his enemies, teleporting around constantly, staying away from the opponent and cloaking himself with mesmer magic is core of his fighting style, with the way he fights it's almost a dance: graceful, fast and quite deadly.

Now Arren's a perfect combination of the two. He's very short, but stocky, quick and unexpectedly strong. His hits pack a punch but also being a thief he's extremely hard to catch and pin down, which he uses to his advantage.

Now Aela is on the other side where she's surprisingly agile. She's a heavy-armored soldier, and yet she's extremely lean and fast, dashing and teleporting around, delivering quick, deadly strikes, cutting down the enemy before they can even strike back. Her and Arren actually share a very similar fighting style, being trained together in Ash Legion, but both adapted it to suit better their professions, thief and guardian respectively.

Lani's just another massive, bulky brick wall that swings around a hammer that's twice as big as some humans. Not much to say here, he's not known for being good at strategy or... Some would say thinking in general, but he sure can handle himself in a fight, be it an all-out war effort or just another bar brawl.

Zemzus is interesting, because he's your typical run of the mill scholar with athleticism of a wet noodle, but he's also an extremely powerful reaper necromancer. While he's not powerful physically per say, he more than makes up for it with his magic, which allows him to just rely on sheer brute force of it.

#thank you for the ask! #that was actually quite fun to think about jhdfghj #also it's like 6 am so if my writing makes little sense that's why #now for tagging all those cats #Arengar Hopebringer #Kaia Ardentheart #Alistair Shredsteel #Arren Sharpclaw #Aela Sharpblade #Lani Pathmaker #Zemzus

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It is almost 3AM and I’m 398 words shy of 31k on my one-shot but I am crawling over these last few marathon meters to get past the finish line. And I hate that I’ll need to edit this thing to post it but I’ve finished the hard part and hopefully the last few pages will fly be me because I know exactly how to write it.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #10th hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games #treech tbosas #treech #tbosas treech #treech thg #treech my beloved #tbosas reaper #reaper tbosas #reaper ash #they deserve better #they deserve to be happy #and I am decidedly NOT making it happen #at all

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Overwatch Interaction Requests!

Over on twitter I asked if folks wanted to see what a spawn interaction between Reaper and any given character would be like, and I would write one for each person! I may do more in future as it was super fun! Some lines I wrote are below the cut! Disclaimer: these voice lines are purely fictional and are not official ones in game, simply writing requests fulfilled by myself. I have official voicelines listed elsewhere. Interactions under the cut!

ASHE Ashe: You here for the halloween party? Sorry to tell you, you're about half a year too late. Reaper: This isn't a costume. Ashe: Keep tellin' yourself that. BRIGITTE Reaper: The Crusader's getting old, just how long are you going to enable him? Brigitte: Enable him? Fighting was his choice. Reaper: Then you should prepare yourself. Reaper: What's that puny shield supposed to do? Brigitte: You'd be surprised. (And in OW1, Reaper certainly was.) Reaper: Why bother fighting, didn't you learn from your father's mistakes? Brigitte: I've learned plenty. Besides, someone has to protect the people. Reaper: How noble. CASSIDY Reaper: Took me being out of the picture for you to get a promotion, figures. Cassidy: Heh... never would have gotten one if I was still under you. Cassidy: Ain't the ghost motif taking things a tad too far? Reaper: Some people deserve to be haunted. Cassidy: Always knew it was you behind that mask, from a mile off. Reaper: What gave me away? Cassidy: Heh, where do I begin... DOOMFIST Doomfist: I need you to keep your eyes on the mission, Reyes. Stay focused. Reaper: I know the mission brief, it's Sombra you should be worried about. ECHO Echo: I've observed your methods, they are quite... Reaper: Effective. Echo: That's not the definition I would use. Reaper: I'm not wrong. GENJI Genji: I... don't understand. I changed and found healing, you... only seem more broken. Reaper: No. I grew stronger, while you grew weaker. Genji: I should have known... you had accepted the way of the assassin long before you wore the mask. Reaper: I do what's necessary, unlike some. HANZO Reaper: Always heard you were a good shot with that bow, could still be useful. Hanzo: No matter what you and your people say, I stand by my decision - the answer is 'no'. JUNKERQUEEN Reaper: Tell that rat to stay away from me. Junkerqueen: ...what, you mean Jamison? (snorts) He's not our problem anymore. Reaper: He better not become my problem. Junkerqueen: What's with the grim getup? Bet you'd sizzle in the Wasteland sun. Reaper: What's with Junkers and not being able to keep their mouths shut? LUCIO Reaper: Shut that racket down, before I shut it down for you. Lucio: Or... you could embrace the joy of music. Reaper: Off. MEI Reaper: Nice drone, bet it's good target practice. Mei: (gasp) You stay away from Snowball! Mei: You think you can just hurt whoever you want and get away with it? Reaper: You're not the first to ask me that, and you won't be the last. Mei: I've heard all about you. They say wherever you appear, disaster follows... Reaper: That's called an omen. And they'd be right. MERCY Mercy: Can't you see O'Deorain has only caused you further damage, Reyes? Yet you continue to associate with her... that isn't healthy. Reaper: If only we all had a choice, doc. Mercy: That necrosis you caused with Jack... that's unlike anything I've seen. Reaper: Just another medical enigma. Mercy: Do you even require healing? Reaper: That's the least of what you owe me. MOIRA Moira: How are we fairing today, Gabriel? Anything out of the ordinary? Reaper: Why bother asking? You already know. Moira: Still working on decorum, I see. Reaper: I can't feel my hands, doc. Moira: There we go again, always a complaint with you. Reaper: If there weren't so many problems, things may be different. PHARAH Reaper: Ex-Helix... what a joke. Pharah: At least I was protecting something. REINHARDT Reinhardt: Reyes... what has become of you? I thought... Reaper: Don't sound so surprised. Ana didn't stay dead, either. SIGMA Sigma: (humming) Reaper: ...doctor, you're doing the thing. Sigma: ...ah? Hm? Oh! I'm so sorry. Won't happen again. Reaper: Mn. Don't make promises you can't keep. Sigma: If something is considered 'indescribable', isn't that a description in itself? Reaper: I am this close to returning you to that facility we dragged you out of. SOLDIER 76 Reaper: Aren't you getting tired of this, Jack? You can't chase me forever. Soldier 76: Someone's got to keep an eye on you, and it looks like you're slowing down. Reaper: (grunts) Reaper: Why don't you just retire already? Soldier 76: (chuckles) A guy I knew once said to me: 'I'll retire when I'm dead.' Turns out he was a liar, and a bad one at that. Reaper: I meant it back then. SOMBRA Reaper: ...Sombra. Why are you staring like that?   Sombra: Oh, I'm just waiting for the usual pre-mission lecture. Reaper: ... (frustrated noise) Sombra: What, that it this time? Good talk, Gabe! TRACER Tracer: You again! Give it up already, Talon's a sinking ship. Reaper: And Overwatch was reformed by a monkey. I wonder what's worse. ZARYA Zarya: Don't be a coward, it's time to show your true face to the world. Reaper: And in death, I would see yours. Zarya: If I hear you step foot in my home again, you will answer to me. Reaper: (dry) I'm quaking in my boots.

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