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theoldkyokodied · 7 months
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The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic
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river-of-wine · 5 months
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Katniss: my name is Katniss Everdeen
President Coriolanus Snow remembering his two month long situationship from 64 years ago who told him about a plant called katniss not long before she disappeared and has been driving him mad ever since: yooo
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awetfrog · 8 months
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respite
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humanedepravity · 3 months
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need someone to be my free use toy, i need to rut into them whenever and wherever. i have to use them as a fleshlight, push them against a wall or any other rough surface and slide my fingers inside them. i want to break them whenever the occasion presents itself, bend them over the counter and fuck them until their capacity for thought is extinguished. i want to ruin them irrevocably.
any volunteers?
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givemegayplease · 2 years
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I don't think we should crown Charles. I think we should have a hunger games style event with the whole royal family and whoever wins gets it.
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welshaphrodite · 1 year
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I think the saddest character in the Hunger Games franchise is Mags Flanagan. She is as almost as old as the Games themselves. She won the 11th Hunger Games. Then, for the entirety of her life, for over 60 years, she was forced to relieve that same trauma year after year, trying to train kids, save kids, just like herself. Over time Mags watched the Games get more brutal, more “entertaining”. She watched her community sacrifice two children over and over again. There is nothing Mags can do but bare it. She desensitizes herself. She reaches her 80s. She is old and almost free of the pain; the trauma has formed a callous. But Mags will continue to work until she dies. This is all she has ever known. 
Then, the 75th Quarter Quell is announced and Mags is back on the stage for the first time in 60 years. A reaping outfit. Her name in a glass bowl. The tension, the dread, the silence before the reading of the name -- Annie Cresta. But to Mags, it never mattered the name that was picked. She knew her hand was going up. And for the first time since she was a child, she is back in the Games. 
During her the 11th Hunger Games, Mags was caged in the zoo with the other tributes. This time, she is presented with a gorgeous suite, the best food the Capitol has to offer, and the finest clothes. The 11th Hunger Games were televised on a blurry screen; now, all of Panem is going to watch her every move. Mags knows she isn’t going to win. But, as she spends the last weeks of her life walking in the shoes of every child she couldn’t save, as the trauma of her own Games is as alive and present as it has ever been, she knows that, for the first time in her long life, she was able to truly save at least one person from this fate. 
Hope is a funny thing. Mags picked apart the Capitol’s logic and the heart of the Games long ago. She knows why they allow one victor, and how every tribute goes into the arena hoping its them. She knows this is unrealistic; all of Panem knows that only one will come out alive. But even as she rises into the ticking clock of the arena, that stubborn feeling flutters in her chest. Maybe she will get out of there with the rest of the rebels. But if not --
Mags looks to Johanna. To Katniss and Peeta. To Finnick. Her hope for them is stronger, steadier, than the hope for her own self-preservation. She looks into the cornucopia of weapons, the familiar ring of twenty-four tributes, and allows herself to dream that maybe, maybe, this is it. This will be the last one. 
For the first time in over half a century, Mags won’t be watching the Games from the comfort and safety of a faraway room. This time, she has the chance to help directly. To be able to protect others with more than just a parachute full of supplies. To have the ability to save another life. To save multiple lives. To save all the future children of Panem. 
The gong sounds.
Mags smiles. 
She dives into the water. 
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azfellandco · 9 months
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It's about Crowley bearing witness to Aziraphale's desire, about the way that desire is animal and visceral and enormous and terrifying*. And about how Crowley sees that and wants it. Crowley offers the ox rib and watches Aziraphale eat because eating provides them no sustenance, it's purely for pleasure, sensual, selfish. And Crowley introduces Aziraphale to this, and thousands of years later still takes obvious pleasure in feeding Aziraphale, in watching him eat. In watching Aziraphale's pleasure.
And I think it's significant the things we see Crowley put into his body in s2, and why: six shots of espresso, as something bracing before seeing what it is that made Aziraphale call him in his "something's wrong" tone; whiskey, because he has to give Aziraphale some bad news; wine, because they "might as well get comfortable" during the storm coming down on Job, after Aziraphale learns that Crowley is actually pretty unhappy with Job's suffering; and poison, to dispose of it so Elspeth (or Wee Morag, I've fogotten which is which) doesn't die. Crowley doesn't take Aziraphale's "something that calms you down", only consumes things that not only don't bring him pleasure but are an attempt to prevent pain. Crowley, who introduced Aziraphale to this important physical, sensual, selfish pleasure, denies it to himself. He denies himself the eccles cakes, he denies himself partaking in food, and he denies himself Aziraphale.
And we see throughout the rest of the season other things he's denying himself: the comfort and safety of a home in the bookshop in favor of the mobility and ready-made escape of living in the Bentley, the surety of saying what he really means during the confession. He cannot bring himself to admit what he wants, that he wants. Gabriel and Beelzebub "going off together" is not what he wants. He wants Aziraphale, but he doesn't say that, because he's never, in the years and years and years we've seen this season, let himself want or be seen wanting. "Going off together" is as close as he can get to speaking it. "A group of the two of us" is as close as he can get. So he has to watch as Aziraphale leaves and takes his pleasure in the world with him.
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asturlavi · 7 months
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the dungeons of fear and hunger
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seiseimaru · 10 months
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pen pressure still not working,,,maybe ill redraw this someday….T_T
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hrpayo01 · 3 months
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I am convinced that the more I reread the trilogy, the more down bad Katniss just seems. Like, look at this
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Her mother literally just said "someone they love", talking about Gale, and despite that whole paragraph of her thoughts regarding her feeling for Gale, what she actually says in reply is "Where's Peeta". Making subconscious connections about love there, Katniss?
"You've seen how people are, when someone they love is in pain" (Gale literally injured on the table)
"Where's Peeta?"
And this is immediately after
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"There's a long pause."
Like girl, hang up, tf?! You just listening to him breathe? Lol.
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theoldkyokodied · 7 months
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If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)
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theymademesignup08 · 3 months
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Katniss thinking that Peeta is dad material in the Catching Fire book is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
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umbrabelmontvania · 1 month
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bisexual swagger of a new god
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haliaiii · 7 days
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O’saa
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yenvengerberg · 2 months
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THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES
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