#dystophian

[ohnocreativity]

Not a love story. 

Dystopias aren’t a dating ground for the main characters, unlike what Hollywood thinks.

Dystopian environments should make the main character and reader question everything and everyone. Would they tell me to the government? Would they leave me behind as we run away from infected people? Should I trust them? 

Hollywood focuses too much on love to notice that the economy is collapsing and trust is a difficult and complicated thing while living in a dystopia.

In this essay I will be comparing The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner and between the books and the movies.

In the Hunger Games Trilogy, the books written by Suzanne Collins), there are plenty of instances when the main character, Katniss Everdeen makes it plainly clear that she doesn’t want to have a relationship with either Gale (her childhood best friend) and Peeta (the boy who saved her life when they were young.)

She only wants to save her younger sister, Primrose, and their mother. Anyone else is just a bonus. However, playing the star-crossed-lovers is what managed to save her and Peeta from the first games, because the Capitol (like America and Hollywood) wants to see a love story. After 74 years of having every other type of victory story, romance is perfect for them. “Haymitch is right. Star crossed lovers, they eat that stuff up in the Capitol.”

Katniss Everdeen fully believes in the “eye for an eye” motive. She cannot let go of the fact that Peeta saved her life when they were young, which proves to be a good motivation to destroy the Capital and its ideals of using child slaughter as entertainment. 

Even though everyone in the Capital, as well as real life fans who only watch the movies, believe that Katniss and Peeta’s love for each other is what sparked the rebellion that led to the revolution, that is incorrect.

It was the murder of a 12 year old girl in the first games and Katniss’s grief that made the other Districts realise that they are done watching their children be placed in the awful situation where humans are pitted against each other and are forced to fight for the entertainment of others.

If Peeta wasn’t in the Hunger Games, it would still have a powerful message and Katniss Everdeen would still not be with Gale.

Although, in the prequel of the Hunger Games, we learn that before the 11th Game the Capital people didn’t enjoy watching the Hunger Games, not while contrasting their reactions in the 74th. For them it was as much punishment as it was for the District people.

In the end of the books, it is even shown that Katniss left Peeta. She left both of her love options so she can just live by herself and do what she wanted back in District 12. 

Peeta, like always, came to her. 

Survival takes precedence over romance within the books of The Maze Runner. We see it numerous times. 

In the Scorch Trials, when Teresa betrayed Thomas and still believed that W.I.C.K.E.D was good, that was the answer.

In the movies of The Death Cure, Teressa choses W.I.C.K.E.D again and decides to stay, even so. The romance still clouded Thomas’ decision, he was hesitant to trust Teresa but less so than the others.

In the movies Teresa betrays Thomas on an almost daily basis, it was starting to get very tiring. She kept getting into contact with W.I.C.K.E.D (Although it is spelled WCKD for some reason), ignoring the fact that they have failed so many times at so many things. They were meant to keep the Gladers(or subjects as they referred to them) under control, and failed. They were meant to find a cure for the Flare, but failed. They were meant to save humanity and yet again they failed.

In the movies, Teresa’s faith in WCKD was conflicting with her love for Thomas, but near the end of the books Teresa thought she was saving Thomas.

In both The Maze Runner and The Hunger Games (the movies), people’s main focus is romance. As such the screenwriters must have decided to use that to their advantage and focus on it as well. Perhaps because the real meaning of the books were too dark for Americans to take seriously and probably because when someone goes to see a movie they want to be entertained, they want to be moved by something that is seen in regular life. Cranks and murdered children are often evasive from the day-to-day life of people.

So, what is the real meaning of the books?

With The Hunger Games, I believe its main focus is how easily humans can be distracted by positive media, sparkly dresses and good food. As long as things are disguised by something pretty and something that releases endorphins, it’s ok.  The Capital uses bureaucracy, politicians, social, culture and  media control, that is what makes it dystopian.

With The Maze Runner, the main focus is how easily humans betray one another for “the greater good.” It is easy to be lied to, especially when they want to be lied to.

W.I.C.K.E.D lied to themselves. They believed they could play God with children. There were alternatives that they could have taken, but they were less entertaining to do. W.I.C.K.E.D used bureaucracy control like the Capital, but there wasn’t much media to control over, so they got creative. They used psychology to confuse the main characters, making them doubt everything. Their names, their whereabouts. The Gladers were physically confined into the Glade.

Bureaucracy, psychology, resources, physical and information control. 

Dystopian is described as an unfair society… Like ours.

#writeblr #trying my hand at essay wrting #A bit dramatic #but I have a feeling I'm missung something #essay writing #academics #dystophian #dystopia #the hunger games #maze runner #tmr #thg series #tmr books #tmr movies #wrting

[sommerregenjuniluft]

21. dystophian au + 69. flirting under fire + (platonic) rosestarkiller because i'm practicing writing them meeting for the first time

this is the continuation/same universe as in the rosekiller prompt @casstration gave me<3 [1k words]

Regulus presses himself against the wall, dagger held tightly in his fist right in front of his chest and he strains his ears to listen.

All he hears for a moment is his own shallow breathing and then it’s there again, a faint breeze of a whisper, growing louder each time and Regulus swallows roughly.

He squeezes his eyes together, tries to get his breathing under control and tries thinking of what Sirius would do in this situation, what he would tell Regulus. It’s no use though, Regulus is much too scared to string together a proper thought let alone think about the comfort of his brother in the absence of him. He just had to go and get himself severed from Regulus, all thanks to that bloody James. If Regulus lives the day to see him again he will slit his throat personally.

First, he has to make it out of this grocery store alive though and for that it is adamant he know if there are cranks in here and if so how many.

Another hiss, much closer and Regulus grates his teeth with the effort not to make a sound. That is until he realises the resemblance of a proper word, coherently strung together syllables of a name.

“Pandora.”

Cranks can’t speak can they? At least not this clearly, right? Do they even have the mind to disguise themselves with something like whispering?

“Pandora, are you here? It’s Evan.”

Regulus’ heart is rabbiting away from him inside his ribcage, pounding wildly against the inside of his sternum. How many days has it been since Regulus had encountered another living person? How many days have gone by since he’d lost his brother?

It’s risky, naive Sirius would say, to lean around the corner of the wall and take a peek at the newest arrival, but curiosity wins out. Or maybe the desperate yearning for another human. An ally. Safety in numbers.

Regulus licks his lips, clasp around the handle of the blade so tight his fingers start to ache and then he peers around the edge.

There’s a boy around Regulus’ age it seems, tall but lean, thin it seems, with bleached twists and a hoodie that looks fully intact and clean. “Damnit, where the hell is she?” he whispers. Another full, lucid sentence. There’s a holster strapped to his back, all of which Regulus sees for now, thankfully, no chance of being caught.

That’s of course until he turns abruptly.

Regulus rips himself back around the corner, pressing himself against the wallpaper and trying everything in his power to keep undetected, pulse thrumming wildly in his arteries.

His breathing stutters out in a breathy exhale and he feels his lower lip start to wobble. Fuck– fuck.

What if he was wrong. What if the boy is another infected, what if—

“Hello?”

“The fuck you think you’re doing, Rosier?” A new voice.

“There’s someone.”

“You– since when are we adamant to going around and making friends with just anyone? What did you even see, for all you could know it’s a crank, you—”

“No, Barty, someone,” Evan insists. “Trust me?” 

The conversation makes Regulus untense gradually, the more certain these guys aren’t a danger to him with every more piece of dialogue he witnesses. There seems to be a pause of silent arguing before, eventually, someone sighs.

“I feel like we always end up here. Why is that?” voice deadpan.

“You know exactly why, Crouch,” Evan responds, grin evident in his voice and then there’s a sound like…a kiss?

It makes Regulus blink a few times, frown furrowing his brows before he quickly dismisses it, taking a deep breath and stepping around the corner of the wall.

The second boy that Regulus hadn’t seen before wipes a sleeve along his cheek, the one to be Evan is still grinning crookedly before his eyes snap back to Regulus.

“Hello,” Regulus says lamely, white knuckling his dagger.

Evan opens his mouth but the other boy, Barty, beats him to it. 

“Who’s the current president of the United States?” he inquires, eyes narrowed.

Regulus squints his eyes back at him, crossing his arms. “There is currently none, according to our current situation,” Regulus answers, pointedly letting his eyes wander around the visibly ransacked store, “If you’re asking for the latest though, that would be Joe Biden.”

What’s with the weird question? Maybe they’re not as in their right mind as Regulus thought.

Evan whacks Barty against the chest, making him huff out a breathy laugh before he zeros right back in on Regulus, teeth pointy with his lopsided smirk. “I like him, we can keep him.”

“Oh, how very gracious of you, Bartemius, too bad no one asked for your opinion.”

“You wound me, goldilocks. All I’m ever doing is look out for you and this is the way you pay me, with scornful disrespect and—”

“I’m Regulus,” he interrupts, eyes darting around, still on guard. Maybe his senses are playing tricks but Regulus could have sworn he’d heard something. How these two have made it all these months without getting harmed when bickering like this at such a volume seemingly continuously is a mystery to Regulus. But alas, maybe they’re simply lucky. And Regulus could definitely use some of that. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to join them.

There’s a rustle in the second of silence in which none of them are speaking and they all freeze. Regulus watches as the two boys instinctively meet eyes, a pang in his chest that makes him think of his brother, before Evan swivels to Regulus to soundlessly wave him over.

It feels easy to go. Regulus swears he’s featherlight as he closes the distance between him and Evan and Barty step for step until he’s crouched in the aisle with them, waiting for further movement.

They smell neutral to clean, a soft whiff of shea butter wafting off Evan’s hair and Regulus hopes to god the tiny rest of toothpaste he’s used this morning is still doing its job.

When there’s no sound for a while Evan twists back to him, voice serious, expression calculating, “Have you been bitten? Scratched?”

“No,” Regulus answers truthfully, “and I intend to keep it that way.”

“Oh, but how can we trust the word of a simple stranger?” Barty butts in, grin widening, “Shouldn’t we undress him and search for the truth of his statement ourselves?”

Evan growls displeased and Regulus’ shoulders draw up defensively, “Thank you, but it seems you two got the undressing each other part covered.”

Barty’s jaw drops open around an amused grin, eyes blitzing, while Evan makes a choked noise, whipping around at Regulus with wide eyes.

It was a shot in the dark really, a vague guess off of the earlier interaction Regulus had all but overheard, not even witnessed, but it seems he’s hit bullseye and the corners of his mouth twitch with it. Seems their luck is already subbing off on him.

“Okay, correction, I really like him. We are going to keep him.”

Evan elbows Barty so forcefully in the ribs the pale boy wheezes.

#rosekiller #rosestarkiller #slytherin skittles #regulus black #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #regulus black character study #or at least i tried skjfs #lune’s tiny fic #lune writes

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ Closed Starter With @southxparkxafterxdark || Varjo ]

[ Mags + Maxi ]

Scooting around town like he wasn’t there was getting a little old, but it wasn’t something that Magnus was unused to. But not seeing Varjo for a few days? Even when he crept around like a protagonist of a dystophian YA novel? 

That was making him nervous. 

After going to both the upper floors and the basement of the school, and the Critters’ meeting place, only to come up empty. Again. He was starting to think those bastards just up and killed him.

And then he’d heard something, while walking back from the woods. That sounded like...

Up to the doors of the church in a flash, he slowly creaked the door open, listening.

“Why, yes, my son, I do believe that it’s... Getting close to deliveries. I’ve asked for something a bit more to both of our tastes, this time around.” Maxi was saying, offering a kind smile to the young half-vampire, “The truck that sometimes does deliveries should be bringing us something today.”

#I Don't Die I Don't Die I Don't Know Why I Don't Die (Mags Broflovski) #Every Saint Has A Past Every Sinner Has A Future (Father Maxi) #Who Is In Control? (Father Maxi and Varjo) #No One's Gonna Harm You Not While I'm Around (Mags and Varjo) #cw vampirism #cw cannibalism #cw zombie #cw undead #cw missing person

[birdsong-warriors]

I drew this in like 5 minutes with my finger but the idea of itty bitty kittypet daisy somehow falling for terrifying post-bloodclan swift was just too hilarious for me to pass haha

THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING NFKSBDNS

Can you imagine Daisy seeing Brightheart and being scared and startled but then looks at the spiky intimidating Swift all "dude is he single cause hot dang"

#I CANT STOP QHEEZING OVER THIS THANK YOU #dystophian #asks #favorite #swift x daisy

[the-horror-lies-within]

Me: so i’ve just learned the misha collins/jensen ackles ship is called “Cockles” and it’s basically ruined my whole day

Me: honestly i prefer jon/martin be called something like jonmartin than a ship named “Cockles”

My oh so lovely friend: jon + martin

Her: jartin

Me:

#i am now going to tag every jonmartin post as jartin too #dystophian this is your fault #tma #the magnus archives

[looselucy]

Aaaaah!!! Lucy u made my nose bleed! Ok no, but my nose started bleeding when I saw that u posted new ff. Now, dystophian are not my kind of ffs but I don't give a damn and I'm soo reading it!! 😨🙈🙊🙉

HAHAHAHAHA! I’m hoping that wasn’t down to me.I know that dystopian doesn’t suit a lot of people and I’m expecting many readers, but I’ve been stuck on this idea and I just really need to share it. Thank you so much for choosing to read!

#friends #v&m

[ohnocreativity]

A moving planet with a shifting gravitational force, moves into earth's circle. It's huminoid species visit earth only to find a destroyed econemy and its dying species. So they help them by bringing their own (tree dragons) as the humans call them, who help cleaning the air and help rebuild the cities. The two main charcters are the president's (who kind of destroyed the world) duaghter and a homeless boy who meet and admire the dragons, as they uncover the secret the goverment hid from humanity and the real reason why earth was destroyed so quickly.

#love story #story ideas #story prompts #story prompt #writing ideas #random writing #writing prompt #fantasy realm #dragons #sci fi #dystophian #dystophian story prompts #dystophian prompt #aliens and dystophian

[ohnocreativity]

In a world filled with criminals, gangs and mafia; A homeless teenager tries to mug an old lady but instead he acciedently gets adopted by her. She keeps trying to put him on the right path and teaching him life lessons along the way.

#found family #found family prompt #a diffrent love story #short story #dystophian prompt #story prompt #story ideas #story prompts #writing prompt #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing ideas #original writing