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pasukiyo · 1 year

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𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!slytherin reader 4,337 words notes: this is in collaboration with @darkmoviesquotespizza ! this is a continuation of this fic. warnings: dark tom, smut smut smut summary: it was clear that you were playing games. but tom would make certain that he’d get the last laugh.

Something inside Tom’s stomach began to make him feel different, almost sick. He pressed his lips together so tight, his jaw began to hurt as he watched her across the Slytherin dining table, Liam Mulciber and Clarence Avery at her side.

“You know, I heard that Warren Collins bloke has eyes for you,” Avery snickered, leaning into her side. She narrowed her eyes over at the boy, scooting away, closer to Mulciber. “Is that so?” She peered over Tom’s shoulder towards the Gryffindor table, her eyes setting upon the all-too familiar head of raven black wavy hair. Tom’s glare hardened at the food on his plate, trying to ignore the twisting of his stomach, the taste of bile on his tongue.

“Overheard him and Weasley out on the Quidditch pitch the other day,” Avery shrugged. “Not sure why blood traitors think they can associate with the likes of us.”

Tiernan Lestrange raised an eyebrow beside Tom, peering up at his friend with cheeks full of biscuit. “Collins is a blood traitor?” He asked, and Avery nodded. “Heard he used to date that Ravenclaw, Millicent Snyder back in fourth year. And of course, we all know about the Weasleys.”

Lestrange muttered a remark beneath his breath as he gaze flickered over to Tom, and when he stared back, her lips curved into a smile, her eyes suddenly gleaming with none other than mischief. “It’s a shame, really,” she shrugged. “He’s quite the sight on the eyes, if you ask me.”

Avery and Mulciber grimaced beside her, sending her looks from the corners of their eyes. “I guess there’s no accounting for taste,” Lestrange tittered from beside Tom, whose eyes narrowed, his glare like a knife cutting through the girl across from him. Her eyes crinkled when she grinned, and Tom shifted in his seat.

“Anyways, why were you at the Quidditch pitch, Avery?” She questioned. “Thought you loathed Quidditch.” Clarence Avery slowed his chewing and set his fork back down on his plate, slowly turning his head towards the girl beside him. “Why does it matter to you where I’ve been?” He asked through gritted teeth, and Tom gazed up at the boy, giving him a warning look.

“Watch it, Avery,” Tom warned, and the boy deflated a bit in his seat, bowing his head. She laughed from beside him, ramming her shoulder into Avery’s. “It’s alright, Tom,” she giggled. “Wee lamb is just trying to act like a big shot.”

Avery grimaced beside her and gnawed at his bacon, cheeks scarlet with hot embarrassment. Tom analyzed the girl sitting across from him as she continued to tease Avery, his eyes trailing down from her face to her neck, where he was certain he’d left marks the night before. There wasn’t a single trace of any of them however, in fact, there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere on her.

Tom loathed the feeling of hating that, loathed feeling like he’s been the one used instead of the other way around. It wasn’t like Tom to let his guard down and give into desire as he did the night before, in fact, it wasn’t like him to lust after someone at all. He’d grown used to the looks other girls would give him around the castle, every gaze of desire, of want. If anything, Tom liked the idea of being able to control any of these girls if he pleased, and that was that.

But it was different with her. She’d been one of his first followers, but still, she seemed to be the only one who wasn’t wary around him. Lestrange, Mulciber, Avery, and the others? They jumped at even the sight of Tom Riddle’s shadow. But her? No, she’d be the one to turn around and greet him, the only one who dared call him by his name.

She seemed to be the only one not fully under his control.

And that made her all the more interesting. But it didn’t make it any less frustrating.

She must’ve felt his stare on her, for she glimpsed up at the Head Boy sitting across the Slytherin table from her. Tom stared back with his same dark gaze, face void of expression. But she knew he was at the very least peeved, evident by the way he clenched his jaw, held the fork in his hand with an unusually firm grip.

The corners of her lips curved into an amused smile and she glanced down to her plate, finishing the last of her breakfast. Tom watched as she pressed her palms down on the surface of the table, pushing herself up from her seat, dusting off her robes.

“Where are you going? Class isn’t for another thirty minutes, you know,” Mulciber asked, watching as she turned towards the exit of the Great Hall. She peered over her shoulder, “to the library to cram some extra studying. Some of us actually care about our studies, Liam.”

Liam Mulciber scowled at this, turning back to the table as she strode off. “Should’ve put that one in Ravenclaw,” he muttered, but Tom wasn’t listening. In fact, Tom wasn’t particularly thinking. He ignored all the questions from his group behind him as he pushed away from the table, making his way towards the doors of the Great Hall where she had just left through.

He pushed them open before him, just catching a glimpse of her robes as they whipped behind her when she turned the corner towards the Grand Staircase. Tom, when he realized there was nobody else in the hall that could see him now, picked up his pace, making haste to catch up to her. She was already halfway up the first flight of stairs before he finally caught up with her, grasping her elbow and tugging her back, admittedly a bit rougher than he initially intended.

Her eyebrows knit together as she stumbled back and she scowled up at Tom when she turned, hands falling at her sides. “What are you doing?” She asked, annoyance laced in her tone. Tom felt his stomach twist and turn again, bile on the top of his tongue as he suppressed the urge to scold her, for making him feel this way. It should be the other way around— he should be the one ignoring her, she should be the one feeling used.

“Why are you acting like this?” He asked, and she tilted her head, as if she had absolutely no idea what he could be talking about. “Acting like what?” She asked, blinking, feigning innocence. Tom pressed his lips together and felt his jaw clenched, noticed the way her gaze flickered down to his chin, the corner of her own lips twitching.

She was amused.

Tom had the sudden urge to push her down the stairs.

He suppressed this urge.

“Don’t act like a fool,” he spat, stepping closer and towering over her, looking like a shadow. Still, she did not budge, in fact, her glare hardened, making it clear she had no intent of backing down. “You know perfectly well what I am talking about.”

She no longer could resist the amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, and Tom absolutely hated the way her eyes glistened in humor, as if he were the fool between the two of them. Tom absolutely hated that his mind still wandered to the night before when his hands were on her hips, when her lips were on his, when her cries and screams of his name echoed throughout the empty Slytherin dormitory…

“No,” she shook her head, snapping Tom back into reality. “I don’t think I do, actually.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed and it was then that he realized that she was teasing him, testing him. Perhaps she wanted him to follow her to the “library,” perhaps she wanted him to feel some type of way at the mention of Warren Collins, hence the looks and the remarks she’d made earlier. Tom wasn’t sure what kind of game she was trying to play here, but damn her, she was certainly winning.

At least, for now.

She scoffed, her breath sounding more like a laugh as Tom’s jaw tightened, and he clasped his hands behind his back, stepping away. She knew he’d never admit what was on his mind— he had too much pride and a hell of an ego. But she knew all too well what was going on inside that dark and mysterious head of his, what moments kept playing and replaying whenever he looked at her.

She loved feeling at least a little bit in control of the one who thrived off of power.

“I’ll be off to the library, then,” she finally said smoothly, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she continued up the rest of the staircase, and Tom peered over his head as she ventured further up the stairs before finally disappearing altogether. A couple of Hufflepuff third years blushed and dropped their heads as they passed Tom on the way up the staircase, but still, he didn’t move.

This was proving to be more frustrating than he anticipated, that was for certain. He hated feeling like a fool, like he was the one being laughed at. If she had any sense at all, she’d know full well that Tom would not let this go easily. And maybe that was what she wanted all along.

Tom realized this now, and his gaze darkened as he stepped back down the staircase, all the way until he reached the bottom. He pushed the door leading into the Slytherin dungeons open, his fists clenched behind his back and his jaw so tight, it almost felt as if it’d be locked in place.

Tom could let her laugh all she wanted now. But he was going to make it certain that he’d be the one who got the last laugh.

She didn’t see him at dinner later that evening. In fact, there was absolutely no trace of him in the Great Hall. She tried not to show it as she settled herself between Rosier and Nott at the Slytherin table, but she was disappointed. Sad, even. She missed seeing the look on his face when she teased him, when she dismissed the events of the night before as if they never happened.

But of course the memory still remained.

Tom’s touch on her skin still lingered from the night before, his lips still swollen with his kisses, her heart still burned from where his had beat so close. She still felt him inside of her, where he ravaged her and fucked her as if she were his own.

She could already tell by the way he immediately cleaned himself up and left her without so much as saying goodbye that he’d act as if nothing ever happened the next day, as if the way she cries his name and clung to him like he was her only lifeline had no effect on him.

But they must’ve. Beating him to his own game must’ve had some sort of effect on him— she knew all too well his ego was, after all. It was sure to have at least bothered him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did when she made a point of acknowledging the rumors that Warren Collins had eyes for her, and wouldn’t have chased after her when she left the Great Hall.

“Hey.” She turned to peer at Nott as he leaned in, pointing down at the brisket on her plate. “You gonna eat that?” He asked, and she scowled. “Go at it, you glutton.”

Nott glared back but still heaved the piece of brisket off of her plate and onto his, scooping more mashed potatoes into his mouth. She searched the Slytherin table again before turning back to the group, bowing her head and drooling her voice to a murmur, just loud enough that they could hear.

“Have any of you seen Tom?” She questioned, and Lestrange narrowed his eyes at her from across the table. “You shouldn’t call him by his name, you know,” he sneered, and she only rolled her eyes at him, looking to the others for help. Clarence Avery shook his head, “last I saw him was in Slughorn’s. Haven’t seen him since.”

Mulciber snorted, “wouldn’t be surprised if that old git made our Lord stay behind. Seems to fancy him, he does.” Dolohov shrugged from beside him, swallowing the piece of chicken wing he had been chewing on. “He is Head Boy, after all.”

She tapped her fingers against the top of the table, chin in her palm as she stared at the double doors to the Great Hall. Her heart thud against her chest, her thoughts echoing Tom’s name, mind racing with flashbacks from the night before. She just couldn’t take it anymore.

“You shouldn’t worry about him, you know,” Dolohov said, muffled through his mouthful of brisket. “Our Lord is more than capable of taking care of himself.”

She ignored him, however, and instead, she pushed herself off of the bench, making haste for the exit. She could feel her group’s eyes boring holes into the back of her head as she pushed open the double doors, and left the Great Hall. She turned the corner and strode down the hallway leading to the Grand Staircase, lifting her robes as she made her way down to the Slytherin dungeons, pushing the entrance door open in front of her.

The door closed behind her and she peered around the corridor as she ambled down, but still, there was no sign of Tom. Not until…

“Leaving supper so early?”

She gasped and the hair on the back of her neck stood erect as Tom stepped out from the shadows, a silhouette of darkness himself. He was illuminated solely by the dim candlelight beside him, his pale skin aglow with fiery light.

She straightened once she had gotten over the initial shock of his abrupt appearance, stepping closer towards him. “Didn’t see you there at all,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Slughorn hold you back?”

The corner of Tom’s lips twitched as she approached, gazing up at him with mischief shining like stars in her pupils. “Not this time,” he replied. “I had… more important matters to tend to.” She hummed at this, her sight fleeting down to his lips, and when she caught his gaze again, something had changed.

She knit her eyebrows together, “something more important than eating?” She asked with a giggle, and Tom said nothing. It was then that she felt his fingers slither like snakes around her wrist and he tugged her forward once they were locked. She gasped as he pulled her into the shadows he had just emerged from, pushing open a dark door she had walked past so many times and paid no mind to.

“Tom, where are we—“

“Silence.”

She pursed her lips as the door slammed shut behind her, and she jumped when he pushed her back into it. There was hardly any light in the room, save for one single torch on the wall beside them, which Tom must’ve lit just moments before, seeing as it was the only one aflame. On the far wall over his right shoulder, she could just make out a shape carved there, a puzzle, she guessed it to be. She’d never seen anything like it, and she glanced back at Tom, shaking her head.

“What is this—“

“I told you to stay silent.”

It was a tone she’d only heard her use on Lestrange and the others when they disobeyed. He’d never used it on her, his good, obedient little follower, the one who never feared calling him by name, who never feared to overstep the line the others never dared cross.

She didn’t shy away from him just the night before, she was the only one who noticed his change in behavior, how stressed he was. Something was weighing heavy on his mind— but she didn’t ask, she didn’t press. She instead gave him an outlet— herself— something he could use to make himself feel better.

But she wouldn’t let him forget that. She wouldn’t let him forget all the things she’d done for him.

She didn’t expect him to act like a boyfriend to her around their group, or anyone else in the castle for that matter. But it didn’t stop her from hoping they’d have more nights like the one before, it didn’t stop her from wanting him again and again.

At first when he dragged her in here, she hoped that they would have another night like the last together. But when she gazed deep into the murkiness of his eyes, when she felt herself entranced, being sucked into his void with no means of escape, she realized that tonight would be different.

Tonight was not meant for pleasure. Not hers, at least.

Tonight would be a warning.

“I don’t know what you expected to achieve, acting like such a child around me,” he muttered lowly, and she suddenly felt small, smaller than she had ever felt before. “Thinking I’d get jealous at the idea of you with someone else, as if it wouldn’t be me you’d be thinking of anyways.”

She flinched when he leaned closer, and she hadn’t noticed the tip of his forefinger as it brushed her robes to the side, his fingernail tracing the hem of her skirt. Not until he ripped the material and forced the tattered remains down her thighs, and she whimpered when he tore her shirt and the rest of her clothing off, leaving her exposed, nude, and vulnerable.

Just how Tom liked it.

“I know you better than you think,” he murmured, the pads of his middle and forefinger pressed down against the pulse point of her neck, tracing a line down to her collarbone. “I know things about you you should be ashamed of,” he whispered near her ear, his other hand holding a firm grip on her waist, squeezing harder when she writhed. “I know your lust. How you lust over me, what you’re thinking every single time you stare at me thinking I wouldn’t notice, when you press your legs together to get control over that stupid, filthy cunt of yours whenever I speak.”

She flushed at his words as his fingers trailed down to her breasts, tracing a circle around her nipples, and she shuddered when his skin ghosted over the sensitive buds. “You didn’t think I’d notice?” He asked, his face mere inches away from hers, their noses may as well have been touching. “You must not be as wise as you think yourself to be, then.”

With his thumb and pointer finger, he grabbed a hold of her nipple and pinched, squeezing so hard that she couldn’t help the parting of her lips, giving way to the scream bubbling up in her chest. With his hand that had since been gripping her hip, he covered her mouth, muffling her cries, her screams, even the meek little pleas for help.

“You’re easier to read than you think,” he muttered, giving her nipple one last firm squeeze before he released it, giving it a harsh slap with the back of his hand. Tears were streaming down her sticky and swollen cheeks, her bottom lip quivering and her eyelids glued shut. With the hand that had been clasped over her mouth, he cradled her face, the pad of his thumb soothing over her cheek, just beneath her cheek. “Open your eyes.”

Though hesitant at first, her eyelids slowly began to peel open, and through the haze of tears, she could make out Tom’s dark silhouette, a shadow of the one she looked up to the most, of the man she loved.

But it was clear to her now that this love she felt was unrequited.

It was clear now that he was her Lord, and she was nothing other than one of his pawns, a follower, a minion. She was nothing to him, absolutely nothing. She wasn’t special, not to him, anyways.

Her heart stuttered in her chest as she locked eyes with her Lord, his opposite hand soothing down her waist, to her hips, all the way to the outside of her thigh before slithering towards the inside. It was shameful the way her body immediately reacted by parting her legs for him, giving him access to her sex, the very thing he had called filthy just moments before.

She trembled as he sunk his middle and forefinger just barely into her entrance before tracing a stripe up her slit, and she whimpered at the sound of just how wet she was. For a moment, she couldn’t believe how pathetic she was, having just come to the realization that she was not loved but still couldn’t help but lust after the very man who made her feel like nothing.

“So wet,” he said simply, holding up his fingers to the torchlight for the both of them to see, to watch as they glistened in the marmalade glow of the flames. Through a hooded gaze, Tom turned to peer down at her, and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as her shoulders dropped beneath his dark, melting gaze. “Filthy, but so eager.”

She watched as Tom brought the fingers to his lips, never once breaking their eye contact as he opened his mouth, letting the two fingers rest on his tongue. Her knees wobbled and her thighs pressed together as she watched, feeling her center as it throbbed and ached at the sight. He pulled his fingers away and closed his lips with a hum before presenting the fingers to her, pressing them against her lips.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice stern and sending surged straight down to her sex. Without reluctance this time, she patted her lips, letting him swirl his digits around her mouth, letting him force his fingers deeper until she was gagging around him, tears once again brimming her eyes. It wasn’t until she clasped her hands around his wrist that he forced his fingers away to instead press his mouth to hers, his lips surging into hers as his tongue swirled around her own.

He hummed into her mouth as she mewled, her fingers clutching at his elbows, fingernails raking the material of his robes. She was completely breathless, but Tom didn’t seem to care. Even when she etched her nails deep enough into his robes that he was sure to feel them in his skin, he didn’t pull away, not until he desired to.

When he did, she gasped for air, feeling air rush back into her lungs all at once. As she tried to catch her breath, Tom’s hands were back on her, not giving her much of a break before his fingers were back at her cunt, the pad of his thumb pressing down against her clit as his middle and forefinger forced their way through her entrance, bittersweet pain surging through her, making her toes curl.

“Tom!” She cried, throwing her head back against the door, her mouth agape with her sobs. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and squished her cheeks, forcing her stare back on his. He looked angry, ravenous even.

But more notably, as nefarious as ever.

“You are not to call me by that stupid name anymore,” he hissed, and her body wracked with her sobs as his fingers curled inside of her, practically digging her orgasm out of her. “Thought you’d get away with it, did you?” He asked. “I’ve let you off easy long enough. You know what to call me, so say it.”

She hiccuped between her cries, her vision hazy, on the brink of climax and blacking out. All she could think was Tom, Tom, Tom… but knew better than to say it out loud.

“My… my Lord!” She squealed, hardly able to see his face through the blur of tears anymore. “It feels… it feels… my Lord!”

Tom’s thumb rubbed harder circles on her clit and she tightened around his fingers, even when he added a third. She was so, so close to her orgasm, she could feel it, he could feel it. Tom let go of her chin and let his hand fall to her shoulder, his forehead resting against hers as she panted, and he gazed into her murky, tear-filled irises.

“How does it feel?” He asked calmly, his voice so quiet she almost didn’t hear it. “Does it feel good?” He asked, and she nodded against his head, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. “My Lord, I’m… I’m so… I’m so close, I think I’m going to… I’m going to…”

Her back arched off of the door and her eyelids squeezed themselves shut tight, her lips opening with a silent scream, her orgasm right there and ready to tumble out of her…

…but before it could, Tom’s fingers were gone, nothing but the phantom of where his touch once ravaged her remained.

She panted and opened her eyes, blinking away the haziness of tears and just making out Tom’s silhouette as he extinguished the torch before sauntering back over to where she stood, hands clasped behind his back. He was close, so she could just make out his pale face, his dark, expressionless eyes.

“I trust that you know full well that you are to not speak of this to anyone?” He asked. “And I think now it is perfectly clear where you stand with me.”

He leaned closer to her as he reached behind her for the handle of the door, and she trembled beneath his gaze again.

“You don’t stand with me,” he murmured. “You kneel at my feet. You’d do well to remember that.”

And with that, he brushed past her, and she shuddered in the darkness of the mysterious room alone, her tattered school uniform on the ground at her feet.

a/n; so sorry progress was slow but i finally managed to finish another one lol i’m still coping with the news from last week but i’m feeling a little better. writing is a nice way to get my mind off of things :) and thank you to @darkmoviesquotespizza for inviting me to collaborate! i took over a week to finish my part but she was so patient with me the entire time, which i appreciate so much. don’t forget to check her part of the collab out!

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The Victors of the Hunger Games

So when I get obsessed with a new thing, I literally need to know everything about it, even if that means making shit up. Thankfully, that means I can produce some decent, accurate content, so here that is! I made a list of all of the “known” Hunger Games victors. The canon ones are bolded, but the rest of them are named based on their district (I got the name inspiration from this naming guide).

Huge credits to @one-mopeyboi for this idea!

I know that canonically Districts 1 and 2 have the best chance of having a lot of Victors, so I made sure that was represented, as well as when the career programs began (I have a headcanon that after the career programs were implemented, Districts 1 and 2 went on a winning streak for years). This is similar to District 4, though I think that their “career system” is hugely different than the first two districts, so they probably had fewer victors. I included statistics at the end (how many victors came from each district, genders, ages, etc..).

During the first ten games, even though District 2 didn’t have a career program, I think they still had a lot of victors due to them being the defense and masonry district -- possible peacekeepers-in-training could have been reaped, or just kids who grew up around weapons and fighting. That’s why they appear so much in the first ten years, even though the first ten years were so disorganized!

I also gave some of my favs last names based on my interpretation of their characters, much like Suzanne Collins put a lot of time and effort into naming other characters! I’ll explain their last names when they come up!

A lot of canon victors had a range in which they could have won their games, so take any victor marked with an asterisk (*) is an up for interpretation -- add or subtract five years from their set date in this list and you should still be in the ballpark in which they won their games. Also, the ages at which they won their games are speculated and headcanons mostly, so do with those what you wish!

Ominis Jing / D1 / M18

Indigo Andrews / D8 / M16

Severus Florez / D2 / M17

Hercules Caine / D7 / M15

Atticus Gomez / D2 / M18

Vizio Everest / D3 / M18

Beatrix Regime / D2 / F17 (First female Victor)

Selerate Vega / D6 / M17

Nucleo Lamont / D5 / M18

Lucy Gray Baird / D12 (Covey) / F16 (MEMORY ERASED)

Mags Flannigan (nee Navarro) / D4 / F18 (Possibly implemented the career program in District 4 a few years after her win, and after Districts 1 and 2 implemented theirs. This is a headcanon of mine!)

Mercury Chow / D1 / M17 (Marks the beginning of “Career Districts”)

Remus Prasio / D2 / M18

Sterling Ryfe / D2 / F18 (First time a district had a Victor two years in a row)

Victoria Argyros / D1 / F17

Cicero Shale / D2 / M16

Woof Damask / D8 / M15 *

Makari Perch / D4 / F17

Pompeii Rhine / D4 / M18

Octavio Pyrite / D2 / M17

Nyx Maelstrom / D4 / F15

Night Raleigh / D7 / F17

Ardor Maron / D1 / M18

Ting Harta / D1 / M16

Celestia Dean / D5 / F17

Seeder Harrow / D11 / F15 *

Aphrodite Penz / D1 / F18

Ceres Tritt / D9 / M16

Parsley Citron / D11 / M18

Aquarius Mokosh / D4 / M17

Spruce Hawthorn / D7 / M17

Willow Elwood / D7 / F15 (First winning streak of a non-Career district)

Olympio Knight / D6 / M16

Elixer Dynamo / D1 / M18

Lazurus Yuki / D2 / M17

Twix Serratos / D10 / M15

Tanzanite Valor / D1 / M18

Porter Millicent Tripp / D6 / F15

Tameo Swift / D5 / M16

Ciabette Pizelle / D9 / F17

Denver Propel / D6 / M16

Phyllite Hatch / D2 / F16

Beetee Latier / D3 / M16 *

Broze Aegis / D2 / M18

Chaff Pitaya / D11 / M17

Marrow Banker / D10 / M18

Wiress Latier (neē Neith) / D3 / F18 *

Thetis Firth / D4 / M16

Cloque Madder / D8 / M17

Haymitch Abernathy / D12 / M16 (“First” D12 winner)

Brutus Castor / D2 / M18 *

Brasilia Cadillac / D6 / F17

Vestis Thompson / D1 / M18

Lyme Rabe / D2 / F18

Blight Page / D7 / M16 *

Emmer Graham / D9 / M18

Mirabelle Ortega / D11 / F17

Dahlia Celsius / D5 / F17

Eloquence Fleur / D1 / F18

Lennox Rodriguez / D10 / F17

Celia Khampan / D8 / F17 *

Enobaria Calypso / D2 / F15 (Calypso means hidden or concealed -- as an Enobaria lover who definitely sees past the whole “brutal” teeth thing, I definitely think that she has a lot of hidden rage towards the Capitol, even though people in District 2 notoriously side with the Capitol. Not only this, but she was seen running with Finnick during the breaking of the arena in Catching Fire, which I definitely interpret as she was either secretly working with Finnick or had some type of solidarity with him to be able to not attack him while running -- meaning she hid this tolerability from her district and the Capitol. I could make an entire post about Enobaria, but I’ll leave it at that.)

Gloss Mirat / D1 / M18 (Mirat means mirror -- Gloss and Cashmere were mirrors of each other -- two siblings going into the games seperately, then immensly regretting it as soon as they won for the same or different reasons. Then, they had to reenter the game together, knowing that one or both of them would die in the arena, but showing the Capitol excitement, anyway, because that is was District 1 taught them to do. They mirror each other and what their district wants them to be.)

Cashmere Mirat / D1 / F17 ^^

Finnick Odair / D4 / M14

Maze Targaren / D10 / M15

Augustus Braun / D1 / M17

Maida Pondaro / D9 / F18

Cable Denoir / D3 / M17

Annie Cresta / D4 / F18

Johanna Mason / D7 / F17

Obsidian Trenton / D2 / M17

Lazulia Mace / D2 / F16

Katniss Everdeen / D12 / F16 and Peete Mellark / D12 / M16

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Victor Stats

District 1 Total Victors: 13 Male Victors: 9 Female Victors: 4 Average Age: 17 (17.54)

District 2 Total Victors: 15 Male Victors: 9 Female Victors: 6 Average Age: 17 (17.07)

District 3 Total Victors: 4 Male Victors: 3 Female Victors: 1 Average Age: 17 (17.25)

District 4 Total Victors: 8 Male Victors: 4 Female Victors: 4 Average Age: 16 (16.63)

District 5 Total Victors: 4 Male Victors: 2 Female Victors: 2 Average Age: 17

District 6 Total Victors: 5 Male Victors: 3 Female Victors: 2 Average Age: 16 (16.2)

District 7 Total Victors: 6 Male Victors: 3 Female Victors: 3 Average Age: 16 (16.17)

District 8 Total Victors: 4 Male Victors: 3 Female Victors: 1 Average Age: 16 (16.25)

District 9 Total Victors: 4 Male Victors: 2 Female Victors: 2 Average Age: 17 (17.25)

District 10 Total Victors: 4 Male Victors: 3 Female Victors: 1 Average Age: 16 (16.25)

District 11 Total Victors: 4 Male Victors: 2 Female Victors: 2 Average Age: 16 (16.75)

District 12 Total Victors: 3 (4) Male Victors: 2 Female Victors: 1 (2) Average Age: 16

ALL VICTORS Total Victors: 75 Male Victors: 44 Female Victors: 31 Average Age: 16 (16.7)

let me know if you spot any mistakes and I'll fix them!

#hunger games #hunger games victors #hunger games headcanon #the hunger games #the 75th hunger games #finnick odair #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #enobaria #headcanons #haymitch abernathy

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Anonymous asked: i would like to apply but it wouldn't be the first time i've heard about this group being cliquey, and now this ask about not having enough space for new interactions to maintain activity. is this changed somehow and are you giving space for another characters and players be part of the plots and decisions and are there starters that are not closed or ship-based?

Hey Nonnie! Putting this under a read more because I feel like there's a lot here. First off, we would love to have you here but I understand your concerns and I want to address them.

In terms of us being cliquey, nobody has reached out to the admin team about this. Still, I understand it could be hard to approach a subject like that. If any of our muns feel this way, I plead for you to reach out. However, I can only speak on things I know. For a long time, eventiderpg was a small group. Most of our former muns are no longer here, we were only single digits then. But we did have a fun dynamic between us all. We were just down to clown and fuck around on the things Suzanne Collins gave us. Then we got a wave of new muns, most of which shared a history of a same roleplay. Our small group became bigger. In time, we got even more muns.

I think we have fun. It seems everyone is pretty active in our ooc channel on discord. Additionally, we regularly post questions for people to answer about their muses and people react to them. People send memes and tiktoks sometimes. My favorite thing is when people will see something written on the dash and send it to the discord with their reaction to it. But all in all, I think it's a vibe.

In terms of starters, we do have a starter blog with a decent bit of open ones on it! I would say that none of our opens are ship-based. Really our biggest restriction there has been in our most recent event. That's mainly due to some muses being in the arena or others being in places that only allow mentors or victors, etc. Those aren't the only starters we have though, and we're very past thread forward too! Which means whenever anyone joins, they're welcome to anything current as well as building their muse in the past however they see fit!

Our group is a fan of closed starters though, this is true. I certainly don't think it's a bad thing! We utilize plotting and starter calls a lot here. All you have to do is like them and soon you'll have someone in your DMs to plot or figure out a starter between your muses. I'm blown away with the things our muns come up with.

In terms of the plot, for our first two events we had approached different muns to involve them. For example, our Effie at the time found Porter Millicent Tripp before she ultimately passed. In our second event, our Madge was in on what was to happen as well as our Constantinus Snow was the one to end the interruption. We didn't approach anyone really for event 3, but that was mainly because it's the The Quarter Quell and a lot was already going on. Throughout it though we've collaborated with the muns who have muses in the arena!

We do ask in our mun intros now if they're open to being contacted about their muse(s) being used for plotting for the rpg as well. And we do try to put out a survey before every event to hear about our muns thoughts, because their voices are important to the admin team. We're slowly getting stuff finalized for our mockingjay era and approaching everyone for that. We will also put out more surveys for then as well.

Ultimately, it breaks my heart if people feel left out here. And if you do, please reach out to the admin team. We can try to resolve it as best as we can. But a lot of our muns have reached out and said how much they enjoy being here. I hope you still feel inclined to join. But either way, I hope you have a lovely day, Nonnie.

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dhr-ao3 · 6 months

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The Ballad of Lions and Snakes

The Ballad of Lions and Snakes https://ift.tt/Nal7uMZ by definatelynotachildmurderer The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes but its a Dramione AU, this is the whole book. Words: 10064, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Spice Girls, Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Ron Weasley, Steve Harrington, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Peter Pettigrew, Pansy Parkinson, Wayne Hopkins, Rita Skeeter, Hermione Granger, Henry Cavill, Jennifer Lawrence, crossover - Character, District 12 Citizens (Hunger Games) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Primrose Everdeen/Gale Hawthorne, Pete Davidson/Ariana Grande Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Lovers To Enemies, Presumed Dead, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, clitoris cuddling, Jokes about cannibalism, HUnger Gmaes AU, Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Song: The Light Behind Your Eyes (My Chemical Romance), Sad Ending, Angst, Smut, Rough Kissing, biblically inaccurate, Chronic Illness, Child Abuse, Drug Addiction, Poverty, Starvation, Corruption, Slow Burn, references to dog fighting, Blood and Violence, Implied Mpreg, Canon Compliant, Everyone Has Issues, Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Facebook: Dramione Fanfiction Writers, Found Family, Rabies, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, WARNING: RED HEADS, POVO, Verbal Abuse, No Happy Ending Fest, Mention of Jedis via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/bKEe6FG November 14, 2023 at 01:28AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 8 months

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Full Name: Carly Lisa Shay

Nicknames: My Sister (by Spencer), Carls, Cupcake, Carly Girl, Mrs.Benson (by Sam), My Best Friend (by Sam and Freddie), My Girl, Frisky, Life Alert (by Freddie), Little Baby, Kiddo, My Sweet Carly, Girl, (by Spencer), Stupid American Girl (by Wade Collins), Dumbo, Dummy (by Mrs. Benson), Aunty Carly (by Charlie and Julie)

Gender: Female

Birthday: July 24, 1994

Age: 29

Occupation: Host of iCarly/YouTuber, Student at Ridgeway Junior High School (formerly, graduated), Employee at The Groovy Smoothie (formerly), Employee at the 32 Flavors Ice Cream Shop (formerly)

Education: Ridgeway Junior High School (graduated)

Residence: Apartment 8-E, Bushwell Plaza (currently), Apartment 8-C, Bushwell Plaza (formerly), Italy (formerly)

Hair Color: Dark brown, Brown with blonde highlights (revival season 1 & 2), Dark Brown (revival season 3)

Eye Color: Brown

Family: Colonel Steven Shay (father), Mrs. Shay (mother), Spencer Shay (older brother), Granddad Shay (grandfather), Gramma Shay (grandmother), Great Grammy Shay (great-grandmother), Barry Dorfman (uncle), Tess Dorfman (aunt), Faye Dorfman (cousin), Ozlottis Dorfman (cousin), Margaret (aunt), Sunny Johnson (11th cousin), Potter Shay (niece), Julia Puckett (honorary niece), Charlie Shay (niece), nine other nieces and nephews

Friends: Harper Bettencourt (best friend; roommate). Freddie Benson (best friend), Tori Vega (close friend, future girlfriend), Millicent Mitchell, Sam Puckett (best friend), Principal Franklin, Sunny Johnson (11th cousin), Gibby Gibson, T-Bo, Melanie Puckett, Wendy, Shelby Marx, Missy Robinson (formerly), Claire, Toji, Gwen, Paul Denham, Lewbert Sline, Tinsley

Romances: Tori Vega (crush, has feelings for), Sam Puckett (kissed one, bi awakening), Freddie Benson (Ex Boyfriend), Ben Huebscher (first kiss), Jake (former crush), Gibby Gibson (one date), Shane (dated), Nevel Papperman (alternative reality boyfriend), Griffin (ex-boyfriend), Austin (one date), Adam (former crush), Steven Carson (ex-boyfriend), Kyle (ex-boyfriend), Cort (former crush), Lance (one date), Gary Wolf (former crush), Luke Tyler (one date), Justin (dated), Trenton (one date), Beau (ex-boyfriend), Wes (ex-boyfriend), Troy (dated)

Pets: Cookie (former bunny), Shelly (former baby chick), Huevo (former baby chick), Omelet (former baby chick), Benedict (former baby chick), Yoko (former baby chick), Poachy (former baby chick), Sparky (former dog)

Enemies: Nevel Papperman, Tasha, Valerie, Ms. Briggs, Mr. Devlin, Jonah, Amber Tate, Zeebo, Ms. Ackerman, Kyoko and Yuki, Wade Collins, Missy Robinson, Chuck Chambers, Chip Chambers, Mr. Howard, The Petographers, Nora Dershlit, Mr. and Mrs. Dershlit, Penny Tee Employees, Steven Carson, Aspartamay, Ashley, Dana Bukowski, Mandy Valdez, Griffin, Beau, Wes, Argentina Woolridge, Pearl Wallace, Prunella Pitz-Papperman, Emily Haines, Myrtle, Her mother

First Appearance: iPilot (OG), iStart Over (Revival)

Last Appearance: iGoodbye (OG), TBD

#icarly reboot wikis #carly shay

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terrorpenned · 11 months

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DOSSIER : NATHAN FORBES

FULL NAME: Lieutenant Nathan Forbes AGE: 25 BIRTH DATE: June 6, 1770 ETHNICITY: white GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, preference for women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, preference for women RELIGION: eh SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: varies: primarily, in a room at the Eagle Inn in Collinsport while on leave ashore, though moves to Collinwood after his marriage to Millicent Collins. in service of the merchant ship Starling, then the USRC Scammel, and assigned a posting to the USS Constitution, though he dies before the ship is completed

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alexander and Lydia Forbes SIBLINGS: two older brothers, Patrick (deceased) and Richard SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Suki Welles Forbes (1792-1795), Millicent Collins Forbes (1795-d.) CHILDREN: none that he knows about. probably a handful that he doesn't.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: teal HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 6'0 BODY BUILD: athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: a few sailor's tattoos, including a compass rose on his back shoulder, a sparrow for crossing the equator on his bicep, and an arrow on his hip NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: dashingly handsome with pretty, light eyes. when on leave, his hair is very carefully tended to, voluminous and wavy when washed (and not exposed to constant salt water.) at sea, he keeps it cut much shorter. almost always wearing his issued uniform: he has very few other clothes to speak of, other than one coat he wore to his first wedding, which he keeps for funerals, and to wear to church (whenever he's made to go)

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: wickedly quick-witted. knows people and how to manipulate them. decently accomplished sailor with genuine talents to recommend him at sea, although his friendship with the Collins heir didn't hurt. knows navigation, geography, and the stars, as well as anyone, as well as a knack for predicting the weather and sensing an oncoming storm. not so well-read, though he does read and write, keeps it confined to newspapers, mostly, and reports. could do certain complex calculations without thinking, like the tonnage of a ship, the angle of cannons, etc, but doesn't think of himself as particularly mathematic and definitely not scholarly. LIKES: ships and the sea, pretty women, rich women, the smell of salt, fresh oysters, fresh cod, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of ladies' perfume, violence, drinking (typically rum, but greatly enjoys the chance to drink (someone else's) fine sherry or port), fresh fruit, fall foliage and regular seasons, sea shanties and work songs, plays –– nothing fancy, just some contemporary satire, working with his hands: great at knots, carving, and sewing; enjoys dancing with young ladies though not on his own DISLIKES: the pretensions of high society (but at the same time desperately wants to be one of them, and consumed with envy), shellfish and crab meat unless that's the only fresh option available, watered-down rations and hardtack, the smell of tar, the prospect of poverty, getting his hands dirty (metaphorically and literally), being landlocked, church, the English, pirates –– especially the Barbary Coast, stuffy colonial politics, long letters, debate, opera, Shakespeare, too much order and too much disorder: he needs a good balance DISPOSITION: suave ladies' man, and a bit of a conman, too. easygoing and a good liar. slightly unnatural gait on land due to being raised mostly on the water, but it gives him a bit of swagger.

Bio:

Nathan was born the third son of a modest family in Boston, with all three following in their father's footsteps as shipbuilders. His two brothers enlisted at the onset of the Revolutionary War: the oldest, Alexander, was killed in the line of fire and was buried in their churchyard in Boston. the middle son, Richard, survived him, though would have a limp the rest of his life: he took over bookkeeping and finances from his father, and stood to inherit everything. Nathan, the only boy who had not been old enough to enlist during the war, was desperate for action and adventure, but with the disbandment of the navy his hopes were temporarily put to rest. not one to be discouraged –– and not eager to spend the rest of his life building ships for his older brother –– Nathan put to sea as a carpenter's mate on the Dolphin. ostensibly it was a fishing vessel, but there was far more money to be made in smuggling. now that the navy had disbanded, the waters were rich and open for the taking.

After a run-in with port authorities, the Dolphin ran north-east hoping to make it to Portsmouth, but a storm blew her of course and she was wrecked on the coastal islands of Maine. Nathan survived, and made his way to Collinsport, where he jumped ship to one of the Collins family's own fleet. He was able to secure a decent position as a mate after fudging a few details and proving his knowledge of ships and the sea (very few remained to contradict him). Aboard the Starling, Nathan would meet soon-to-be-friend (and heir to the Collins name and fortune), Barnabas Collins. The ship traveled to the West and East Indies, where Nathan would meet his future wife, Suki Welles, the daughter of an East India Company merchant. Suki promised him the wealth and lands of an EIC merchant heiress, and Nathan promised her the honor, love, and stability of an American sailor. neither delivered on their promises. Nathan separated from her without a formal divorce, sending her a small bit of his pay but without much friendly contact.

In 1792, with the good word of the Collins family behind him, Nathan joined the newly-formed Revenue-Marine as an officer on the Scammel based out of Collinsport. On the Scammel, he traveled along the coast of Maine and New Hampshire to intercept smugglers and enforce tariffs and customs: Nathan quickly learned it was easier, and more profitable, to maneuver his way into remaining ashore more often than not by using his knowledge of local smuggling operations and snitching on a few old friends. his superiors were impressed with his rapid success and his dashing air, and Nathan was promoted to lieutenant. when the Navy was reformed in 1794 and six new frigates contracted, Barnabas helped him secure a valuable position as second lieutenant aboard the USS Constitution. while the Collinsport shipyard constructed the frigate, Nathan remained in town, seducing all the local women to be had including the eligible Collins heiress, Millicent, who laid claim to fortune and vast New York real estate. and she was pretty enough.

Nathan had set his sights on his next wife, but Suki's arrival spoiled his well-made plans entirely. Nathan presented her as his sister to disguise their connection, but the secret wasn't to last: Suki was murdered upon finding out Barnabas's vampiric secret, and Millicent, going through the deceased's belongings, discovered their marriage license. she was incensed, and not only called off their engagement, but demanded Nathan be killed in a duel. Nathan was able to avoid another untimely death by aligning himself with the local religious fanatic, Reverend Trask, and worming his way back into the Collins' family favor with a combination of lies, blackmail, and shenanigans, until Millicent at last, heartily (and her cousin Joshua, reluctantly) agreed to take Nathan as her husband.

But this marriage, too, was not to end happily. Millicent, in effort to prove how much Nathan loved her for herself and not her fortune, had bequeathed all inheritance to her brother, Daniel. Nathan, naturally, only wanted her for her fortune. in retaliation, he pushed his new wife to insanity and secured guardianship of her younger brother, Daniel. the attempt to order Daniel's murder failed, but only barely, and Nathan was not long to survive the mess he'd made.

#dossier.#lieutenant nathan forbes.

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