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jeyneofpoole · 2 months

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asoiaf dash simulator again

🌼 night-of-flowerz-girl

the blatant misinformation on this waebsyte is crazyyyy. guys. loras tyrell is NOT DEAD that is literally lannister propaganda 😭 please check your sources omg how do you think his family feels???

🛡️ fieldmaiden

margaery tyrell can dry her tears on the finest cloth of gold for all i care have we not established that the tyrells are smallfolk panderers who only talk about serf issues to keep us placated and working their fields? stand UP. anyways tyrelloverparty forever hope the burns hurt 🙏

🍃 greenseeeerr

omfg stop lusting after the children of the forest they are literally minor coded 😭😭😭 what is wrong with you people!!!!!

💄 andalsandal

hey op what the fuck does this mean

🐻 moremont

me and my big hairy bear husband have three beautiful daughters and i couldn’t be happier

🐻 moremont

THE ANIMAL.

⚡️dondarriugh

omfg beric is DEAD??????

⚡️ dondarriugh

ok there are some conflicting reports in my inbox hold on

⚡️ dondarriugh

oh no he’s actually dead. fly high king!!!!!

⚡️ dondarriugh

wait what????

⚡️ dondarriugh

WHAT IS HAPPENING

⛳️ brotherhood-without-banners-official

Lord Dondarrion is hale and hearty, thanks be to the Lord of Light ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

⚡️ dondarriugh

HELLO??????

🛖 small-folk-big-ass

save me bowl of brown…… bowl of brown…… bowl of brown save me…….

🛖 small-folk-big-ass

hopital

🐉 rhaeeenyraaa

the revisionist history on here is fucking insaneeeee. cersei lannister is NOT maegor come again guys let’s use our critical thinking skills ok?????

🚬 sourleef

cersei lannister is a nepo baby who dicks down her twin brother on the regular and squeezes out evil kids with weak jawlines like it’s a sport. let’s not act like she’s some kind of win for wench suffrage she’s a fucking dictatorial monarch

🍁 weirdwood

wait don’t you mean her twin brother is dicking her down?????

🚬 sourleef

i know what i said.

🐕 ramsay-bitch-imagines

IMAGINE…

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You’re Ramsay’s favorite dog, and he wants to reward you after a successful hunt.

WARNING: DEAD DRAGON DO NOT EAT!!!!!DON’T LIKE, DON’T READ!!!!

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🐋 s4ltw1fe

who’s going to tell lady asha that she doesn’t have to date those foppish little boys as community service. don’t worry queen EYE see your caerybaenor……

👤 reynesofcastamere-deactivated-3738372920

lmao that blonde little cuck is NOT getting his gold back

👤 tarbeckhall-deactivated-4748392038383

we should hook up for rebellion lol. what’s he even gonna do about it?

🦁 hear-me-roar

hey guys.

🧼 barmaid

oh my god this is THE post

🍺 pintofale

holy shit i never thought i’d see this outside of illuminated vellum screenshots

🪡 tall-tailor

this post is a fucking graveyard

#twirls hair cutely heyyyy #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls #loras tyrell #margaery tyrell #ramsay bolton #beric dondarrion #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tywin lannister #asha greyjoy #dash simulator

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ser-zoras · 1 month

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In modern asoiaf brienne still swears fealty to cat because she breaks her arm while she’s out dirtbiking with renly and co. and since none of them have ever broken their arm before, brienne convinces herself she’s faking it and continues biking and all of her friends are a little bit high and manage not to notice. the only reason brienne gets to the hospital at all is because loras was forced to bring margaery because mace is super overprotective and wouldn’t let her stay home alone even though she’s fifteen so she’s sitting on a lawn chair outside the bike loop wearing yellow heart shaped sunglasses and drinking lemonade while drawing a star chart for sansa, and she sees brienne ride by with a clearly broken arm and is like “dude. the fuck happened to you” and renly hears this and is like “shit your dad’s gonna kill me” so he and loras drive brienne to the emergency room but they ask if they can leave because hyle and the gang are still dirtbiking and brienne says sure she’ll be fine so she sits in the emergency room for a few hours until someone gets her and cat turns out to be her nurse and sets her bones all the while talking about her various problems because she is Stressed Out™️ (her son bought his girlfriend a promise ring, her younger son’s physical therapy isn’t going well, her daughter bit a kid yesterday) and brienne is totally unresponsive, like not even blinking, so cat assumes she can’t hear her, and when cat finally finishes, brienne, who is actually just super nervous and was trying to be polite by not interrupting, looks up at the woman who has just given her attention and mild painkillers and fixed her bones with eyes full of love and is like. Do you know that I would die for you and cat, unsure of what to say, is like 👍.

on the way back from the emergency room renly and loras manage to crash renly’s 2023 Subaru forester into a tree for unrelated reasons and this is somehow blamed on brienne.

#brienne of tarth #briennergy if you will #loras tyrell #renly baratheon #margaery tyrell #catelyn stark #my posts #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #modern au #modern asoiaf #valyrianscrolls

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esther-dot · 10 months

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Idk how attractive jon is supposed to be but he has the stark look and sansa has a thing for the stark look, i mean look at waymar and loras, their descriptions match jon's exactly. Sansa's opinion at the end of the day>>>

I love Sansa’s Waymar and Loras crushes! So cute! I kinda think a good part of what attracts Sansa to any given guy is the romantic notions she can attach to them, not strictly their physical appearance? So while I certainly agree with the Jon and Waymar parallels and think martin intentionally wrote similarities between Jon and her crushes, I believe her romanticized view of knight was a factor as well. Personally, I wish Martin talked about Sansa’s body/ how beautiful she is a lot less, so this isn't a topic I enjoy discussing, but the convo kicked off because of a poll and here’s a screenshot of my totally unremarkable tags:

And here’s what an angry Jon fan posted because they didn’t like the tags on the poll:

They go on to criticize other tags by Sansa fans/Jonsas, but mine were based on specific lines from the books because the question wasn’t vibes but canonical beauty, and it so happens, these are lines I am very fond of because I love NedCat:

And was it really such a terrible thing, to want a pretty wife? She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's solemn face. (ASOS, Catelyn V)

It’s a beautiful passage with a lovely sentiment, so I take exception to classifying this as petty fandom shit when there was nothing intentionally insulting behind what I said, I just think Cat's thoughts about a man she dearly loves were pertinent. Also, Jon’s Stark looks are a big R+L=J clue which is teased a lot in AGOT so it’s intentional and important:

The boy absorbed that all in silence. He had the Stark face if not the name: long, solemn, guarded, a face that gave nothing away. Whoever his mother had been, she had left little of herself in her son. "What are you reading about?" he asked. (AGOT, Tyrion II)

Martin described Jon’s face the same way he does Ned’s here, although the point was ha ha! he has the Stark look not because of his father but because of his mother, Lyanna.

Jon had their father's face, as she did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. (AGOT, Arya I)

Arya heard and whirled around, glaring. "I don't care what you say, I'm going out riding." Her long horsey face got the stubborn look that meant she was going to do something willful. (AGOT, Sansa I)

Sansa could never understand how two sisters, born only two years apart, could be so different. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. (AGOT, Sansa I)

"Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it. You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her." (AGOT, Arya II)

Now, Ned goes on to say Lyanna is beautiful so a lot of fans really emphasize that and say it means Jon and Arya are/will be attractive, and maybe! It doesn't bother me for people to read it that way, but if you look at the other uses of long face in ASOIAF, or the Stark look, I think it indicates, it's not particularly attractive, and one might even say, it's unremarkable. I didn’t say ugly, its simply unexceptional imo. Obviously the horsey face/horse faced stuff is an insult so we don't have to take that to be a neutral assessment, but I don't think it actually means pretty either, not when you look at how it's used elsewhere.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if Jon is handsome or not because we all were supposed to have already learned that what matters is who he is, not his face. So, while I have no investment in how attractive/unattractive these characters are, I imagine that Jon being Jon is what will make Sansa fall for him, not how pretty he is. Something that might sound kinda like this:

I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned's Jon's solemn face

#jonsa #nedcat #r+l=j #book jon #dot chat #discourse #< for filtering

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pleasantboatpress · 1 year

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Talk Shows on Mute series by @avocadomooon/avocadomoon

Richie gets a divorce, spends a few weeks in the desert, and works through some shit. What that shit is, exactly, is between a man, his ex-wife, and his friend Mike's deck chair.

title: Athene headers/page numbers: Montserrat body text: Lora

31,740 words | 200 pages

ohhh so this is a role reversal, and it is BRILLIANT. I love the interactions between all the losers, they're all so... I have no words. they genuinely come across as friends in this, which is always wonderful to read. I enjoy how all of the losers are struggling with life after pennywise in this, they're trying so hard to make amends, it's enough to make me emotional.

as for design notes: I really love a good rectangle. I don't know why I seem to have this obsession with clean rectangular borders but oh my god I think I need to get a new thing to obsess over. Regardless, i loved the colours for this one, and I chose the cloth first, everything else came later, especially with those pops of green which i enjoyed putting in the endband.

#it 2019 #reddie #avocadomooon #bookbinding #ficbinding #fanbinding #pleasantboat press

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brights-place · 10 months

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hii!! Can i request general headcanons with Laughing Jack and Candy Pop? (Creepypasta) thank you <33

Never ever safe when with us!

Pairings: Laughing Jack, and Candy Pop

A/N: OMG OMG THANK YOU I LOVE THOSE TWO SO MUCHHHH one of my top 3 (*´ー｀*)

Laughing Jack

- He allows Sally to paint his claws sometimes but gets rid of them before a kill.

- He tries to act sweet with the creepypasta kids but due to his experience with Issac he seems to be creepy. Took the kids awhile to try get to know him more.

- Thrives on pranks

- Bipolar

- gets into some arguments with Kageko on who’s the better dressed in Black and white…

- Jill and ChessMaster always glance at eachother before recording the scene.

- He likes to watch Some creepypasta sleep since He dosen’t need to He finds it weird.

- When you came to the mansion he started to poke you whenever you where sleeping

- LJ takes particular interest to befriend most of the children of the slender mansion trying his best but when it comes to his victims it’s a whole diffrent story.

- like to talk about his victims and how he kills them.

- Very Childish

- He dosen’t understand emotions that well.

- When he’s angered He’s either very creepy or he flips onto the floor and throws a tantrum like a child due to the fact he had been surrounded by kids his whole existence

- These temper tantrums is how he thinks how people should be upset Lora do people get hurt though.

- about 7’3-8’0 Mans Lanky

- Hates being left alone, forgotten or ignored he would throw a huge fit.

- Slender created a rule to never touch the music box until it changes spots.

- LJ use to find it comfortable to be in the box at first when entering the mansion and rarely would come out unless he went out to do his little Adventures.

- Likes to dress up

- He smacks the shit out of anybody who comments on why he wore a dress around the place.

- “You Ugly Brat I look fashionable”

- He dosen’t swear much he uses words such as ‘Butt hole’ and ‘Poop Brain’ as insults unless he’s really pissed then he’s going to start cussing like there’s no tomorrow.

- Enjoy Listening to Classics music or HyperPop music he’s open to any.

- Very sharp teeth

- He has poisoned sweets in his left pocket and Non-poisoned in his right

- He dosen’t know his lefts and rights so sometimes he gives Somebody a poisoned one by accident.

- Doctor smiley hates LJ for the amount of times he gave Toby, Sally, and Zero poisoned candy by accident.

- purposely trips over Candypop once for stealing his sweets.

- Likes to mimic the personality of his new “owners” (aka his victims)

- Very stretchable and can jump super high

- He Likes to Hum to pop goes the weasel multiple times

- You Can Hear him from a mile away because of his humming of the song.

Candy Pop

- Best friends with Nathan the Nobody

- Gossiping King He knows everything going on.

- Likes to torment his victims

- He’s an Incubus, once a genyr before possessed by Night Terrors

- Man’s in his 6000’s

- Loves pranks like LJ but takes them very far

- He Likes to make bets with his sister and Nathan

- Him and Candy Cane like to switch up their outfits sometimes giving each-other little tips.

- Nightmares Whenever

- Cocky Asshole

- Can’t be in the human world physically for a very long time

- Loves every genre of music

- He has 3000 kids yet He dosen’t Care for them though (MF HAS CHILDREN 😭)

- Loves to fuck around with Night Terror

- Loves draining the energy and torturing his victims

- Most do his victims have mental illnesses cause he finds it funny to see their reactions and thinks it’s much easier to toy with them.

- master manipulator

- doesn’t kill the victims himself drives them off the edge if you know what I mean

- Likes to try different styles of clown makeup but always sticks to his usual look

- Has step by step guide for his hair

- he is kind of similar to Slender-man and puppeteer though if he gets enough energy to use in this reality it will bring chaos.

- uses his hammer when he REALLY needs it or deems it Useful for his situation

- found a child too annoying he claimed that “The child had something on him I had to smack it with something!”

- His laughs are psychotic

- Friends with laughing Jack due to the fact both of them could of been created by the same guardian.

- Demi-Boy

- Likes to hangout with Jason sometimes.

- gets pissed very easily

- Can Kill you in dreams or In real life You are not safe.

- He Acts like your bestfriend before it gets too much for you to drive you into madness.

- He pierced his ears.

- On his activities He dosen’t have allies nor help he works alone.

- His candy is filled with Melatonin so his victims sleep quicker

- When you arrived in the mansion he tried to kill you in your sleep… you guys made bracelets in your dream instead.

- Damages anything in his path whenever he is angered

- Large mood swings

- Night Terror always has some problems and he likes to move night terror somewhere else just to Piss him off which always works.

- People in the mansion where informed to never be vulnerable around Candypop.

- dosen’t like to admit that he is amazing at cooking and sewing.

- likes to show off his tricks

- The bells on his collar are loud along with the bells on his wrists and shoes but he can quiet them down in a second when he wants to.

- Get Jump-scared whenever he is around cause he will pop up anywhere anytime

#fluff #gore lover #x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta lj #creepypasta candy pop #creepypasta headcannons #headcannons #slenderman #HeadcannonsYayy #What am I doing with my life?#creepypasta CandyCane #clowns #Jesters

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backwzzds · 3 months

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AND IF U KICK OUT ALL BLACK WOMEN IN THE COUNTRY, THEN WHO IS GONNA RUN AOT TUMBLR, @tumblr ????

oh that’s not—IN THE SENSE THAT

#lora’s shit talk! ੈ✩‧₊˚#this killed me to think about #ta would be DEAD #😭😭😭😭

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polysucks · 7 months

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Renley Baratheon threatening Stannis by offering him a peach all “a man should neverrrr turn down the offer of a peach he may never get the chance again” at a meeting he was the opposite of invited to, wearing his biggest fur, his shiniest emeralds, his prettiest tiara is the CUNTIEST thing I have EVER HEARD OF. He happily made a woman his lead bannerman despite the shit everyone talked. He was down bad, bending it back—don’t even @ me— he was STRAIGHT R A I L I N G the Slut of the Roses, Loras Tyrell, the LORD COMMANDER of the RAINBOW GUARD. He was the best dressed man—sorry, THE BEST DRESSED PERSON (eat ur heart out Cersei 😘) at court. Renley served straight cunt 24/7 and we let him rot.

Rip Renley the true queen of Westeros. Slay bitch 🙏

#asoiaf #shitpost #Renley Baratheon #house baratheon #clash of kings #stannis baratheon #hbo game of thrones #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #robert baratheon #loras tyrell #renly baratheon #renly x loras #personal

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hearts1ckness · 1 year

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me, a longtime david shaw disliker, listening to the new audio

#I FINALLY GET IT YALL GOOD GODDAMN-#had me giggling & laughing the whole time like SHIT BRO!?!?!#redacted asmr #lora talks rasmr

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kahlanmars · 10 months

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BAD FEELING part. 11

HERE WE ARE. Sorry, I started working and it's not the easiest thing for me to describe action. But here we are!

The gif is not mine but also this time, due to the lack of Haymitch, the gif is Perla!

MASTERLIST

11. A katniss to die

You didn’t calculate you would have to walk that much. You think once or twice that maybe - maybe - the shark wasn’t the worst option.

Or the careers.

Or Clark.

Or you could just ask Perla, who you can feel is slightly irritated by your slow walking pace, to end your misery. It is not actually your fault if you don’t have a muscular bone in your body and she is a tall, fit, beautiful girl.

Stupid promise to that blue eyed devil he is waiting for you at home. You hope you don’t risk this blue eyed girl, or she doesn’t betray you.

«I wonder where Lora is.» You really wonder. You can’t help but remember her big eyes. She is little, she is younger, she needs to be protected.

Just try to hold on for the first few days. If this is true, you can save them too, and that means you have to find Lora, and stop feeling guilty because Perla could be better off without you to slow her down.

«We will find her.» She tries to reassure you. You don’t know why Perla is so patient with you, it can’t be only because Finnick said to her to form an alliance. Perla is the perfect career: she is beautiful, resourceful and a great character. You ask yourself why she wants to be in an alliance with you. Is it because her mentor and your mentor are friends? They didn’t seem so friendly before, at the parade.

The caves are not the right place to walk, you decide, and she must agree because District 4 is full of beaches and not mountains. You see she trips and stumbles sometimes, and she is still faster than you. So you don’t complain and you drag yourself behind her.

Mom must be watching, and Haymitch, Portia and Effie too. Given that there is probably a camera down there, you wave and stop Perla.

«We want to find Lora because we formed an alliance.» You explain. She looks at you like you are crazy, of course she already knows what you are trying to do.

«Who are you talking to?»

«Capitol.» You point at a weird light, that is most probably a hidden camera. She frowns. «They want to know what we are doing!»

You are not sure, and nobody in the history of the games has ever done that, but you think it’s a good idea. You tend to empathise with someone who tells you a story, and you already are Princess Daisy.

«…And find water.» She convinces herself. «We want to find water. Caves tend to fall.»

Especially artificial ones. You know if there won’t be an entertaining plot in the caves they will make a shake. They may do this if you don’t meet any other tribute for days, they want a blood bath.

«She is great. Fitter and faster than me!» Well she is. Perla has used to swim all her life, and it shows. You wonder if everyone in District 4 is stunning or just her and Finnick Odair. You think about how you never saw Mag’s games, you have never seen her young.

«She is resourceful.»

She gets it. She gets that people are watching and you have to put up a show. It is good to have her as an ally, she is intelligent. Maybe too intelligent, you have to consider you could be the only two alive sooner or later.

After a long walk, you finally spot a trickle of water and you both run to it. Something, maybe Holly at home, maybe your brain, immediately tells you to stop right there.

«Water!» Perla yells, but you are more cautious. Everything could be a trap. In Haymitch’s games all the beautiful flowers, the grass, the trees were poisonous, and that was a Quarter Quell too.

You did your research between kisses.

«Perla wait!» You take her by an arm just before she could touch it, you have a very, very bad feeling about this. «Let’s try something that is not our body first.»

You take a piece of fabric from your t-shirt and you toss it in the water, only to watch it burn almost in the blink of an eye.

«Well… shit.» Perla says astonished, making you laugh. It could have been her arm, or at least her finger.

«Shit indeed.» You roll your eyes. It’s clear you have to go to the ice if you want to drink, so you huff and proceed to walk again.

«Now we are even.» The brown haired girl adds after a minute. You don’t get it at first, but she keeps going. «I saved you from the shark, you saved me from the water. Now we are even.»

She looks different from the bright girl you saw the last time. She was almost happy, always smiling. You wonder if Snow paid a visit to her too, if he made her something she didn’t want to do. A killing? Or the thing Haymitch feared the most at the first party?

Why are you not so affected by the death of a man? He was a terrible person and you honestly think he is better off, but you killed him, you became a murderer. You literally had blood on your hands. It really doesn’t affect you? You are that cold blooded?

«If we have to keep a score we are not allies. I like you Perla, I want you to win if I can’t.» You clarify, and it’s true. You want Perla or Lora to win, if there is a winner. You can’t shake the words of Prim, Effie and Haymitch, tho. Maybe something will happen, maybe they know something they can’t share. What does it mean “You are not collateral damage anymore”? If there is only a single chance to get out of the arena alive you need to bring the girls with you.

«To win we need water.» She changes the subject. Of course, she doesn’t want you to win. She wants to win and you can’t blame her, she probably has a family to keep alive too.

«We really need water!» You reclaim, maybe Haymitch is listening. If he is not giving you water there are two possibilities: either the water is near to you or he wants you to say or do something before it. Or, but you try not to think about that, you don’t have any sponsors and he doesn’t have any money.

You don’t even comprehend how the sponsors could get something in a cave, but you trust there is a way. Sponsors give too much money not to be used, it’s a great part of the hunger games.

«Maybe we need to find Lora. If she is in danger…»

«She is cunning, you know? She’s little, but she’s courageous.» You don’t know, you realise. You have been caught up in your perfect romance fantasy and you didn’t put enough attention on the other tributes.

Not that your life depends on it.

«We don’t have anything better to do, let’s find Lora.»

After hours you two didn’t find her, or anyone for what matters. It seems a little odd.

«It’s impossible to lose the road, right?» You ask her, a puzzled look on your face. She must have the same thought, because she doesn’t know what to say.

«I think so?»

You can spot something between the rocks. It’s a flower… a plant? Plants. You run into them and you watch them clearly.

«That’s Sagittaria. It’s edible. Do you have something we can use to cut it? We can eat them. It’s a water plant. I always liked the flowers when I was little.»

«A water plant? In a cave?» Perla looks at you like you are a talking dragon. She is not wrong.

Holly used to lecture you about plants, she was obsessed about them. Every day after school she dragged you in the woods and explained to you every use for them, what plants are poisonous and which you can eat or clean wounds with. And she used to say “Find a katniss and you will never starve”.

Sagittaria, a katniss plant.

A Katniss plant.

«They must have… put that in there.» You take a step back.

The plant looks okay, like any other katniss that could be in the water, the flowers are white and light pink, it’s like always. Still.

There is no way this is not a trick, and you don’t know much, but you strongly suspect it’s from President Corioulanous Snow in person. A Katniss to save, a katniss to kill. It’s a strong message: she couldn’t save you, she killed someone and what a coincidence the girl from her district. Snow is definitely laughing right now.

You would have done that, if you were him. It’s a coup de théatre.

«We should come back later.» You suddenly say, forcing a smile. Maybe you are paranoid, but you don’t want to risk it. «To eat the plant.»

You are not eating that, but you remember well how your mentor ended up with no family and no girlfriend because he was smarter than Capitol.

Perla, truth to be told, is witty. «When we will have a backpack.»

«When we will have a backpack!» You assure.

Less than five minutes of walking to the ice later you hear a scream and a gong.

Now, is stupid to run into the screams, you are well aware, but the voice is Lora’s voice. You are sure of that.

You run faster than life, your fear of the caves forgotten, and Perla is right behind you.

«Lora!»

In front of you there is a scene so gore you almost cannot watch it. The other tribute from District Eleven is dead in a pool of blood that comes from his mouth.

Lora still has the plants in her hands, and you take them from her to toss it on the ground.

«Are you okay? Did you eat something?» You ask her frantically, watching her and touching her face in suspect of something weird on her body.

She looks shocked, maybe she was friends with the other tribute, but she shakes her head. «No, I was about to but… no.»

You almost faint in relief. «Dear Heavens, girl. You scared me to death.»

You put her in a hug. She takes your embrace gladly. «He died so quickly…»

«Lucky him.» You can’t help but comment.

You almost miss the sound of something in the rock. When you look closely at the wall you find a little box.

«It’s a gift!» You say enthusiastically to the other girls. You open it and there is a bottle of water and a note.

Genius, pretty girl.

You pass the bottle to Perla and you mouth a silent “Thank you” to your mentor. You really, really want to add an “I love you” for the sake of the comedy, but you think he could just have a heart attack in front of the television.

«So it’s real?» Perla asks, around the small fire. It’s so so cold in the caves, so it’s mandatory to have a fire. You have a rock in your hand just in case someone will spot the light, which is a very real possibility. You know your mentor is shouting at the television right now, but you don’t stand a chance without a heat.

Lora somehow managed to take a backpack with her, she survived the bloodbath. Crazy girl. But in the pack there are matches, and that might save your life, so Lora is saving your life. That little, younger girl with a heart shaped face and big eyes is saving your life.

«What is real?»

«You and your mentor!» Lora adds, smiling like a baby. You tend to forget she is younger, brighter than you, not already broken.

«Yeah, kind of… Please.» You blurt out, your face red like a tomato due to the embarrassment. You don’t know what you can tell, it’s not like you are having lunch with your friends in a pause from work in the District, this is national television. Haymitch is watching. Dear Grace, your mother is watching.

«I think you are cute! C’mon, I probably won’t ever have love, let me dream! You found it in the Hunger Games! Must be a District 12 perk, you people are really romantic.»

You scuff. Yes, very romantic.

«Maybe you will, maybe you will win.» You run your hand through her hair, feeling a little protective towards the young adult. «Let me see, what could I say to you without embarrassing my mom… he is really strong. When you, well, when I kiss him or hug him I feel so protected, like he is a shield from the world. I like his beard, he is so sexy. And he smells like the woods!» And liquor, but you don’t feel like sharing that part.

«So he is like a tree!» Perla comments, making you laugh.

«Like the most handsome tree in the whole forest.» You daydream in a light voice, and when you realise what you just said in front of all Panem you blush and try to hide your face.

«Ooh, you are really in looove!» They make fun of you, almost like the three of you are friends and not competitors.

That is so embarrassing. You pictured your games to be ruthless, to be cruel, maybe more blood but you weren’t sure about the embarrassment part.

«Oh, shut up.» You put yourself better against the wall, since you are taking the first turn to guard. «Do you have anyone?»

Lora shakes her head, looking a little sad. Given where she is she has all the rights to be. «No, I am kinda busy in the District. And I’m only nineteen years old, so… I guessed I had time.»

You will, you really want to say. Instead you watch Perla, who has a guilty face on her.

«Can’t really say anything.»

Finnick Odair? You hope, he is handsome. Not quite as Haymitch, but certainly a good looking man.

«You can’t let me die with a secret!» You argue, but she dismisses you with a laugh, and the two of you share a meaningful glance.

Maybe we won’t die.

«Time to sleep little one.» You scold Lora and she closes her eyes, like she is not as adult as you are. Maybe she enjoys someone who mothers her. You quickly remember your mentor’s voice that recommends not to be a hero for someone weaker than you.

You mouth “I miss you” to Haymich, and you realise you almost survived the first night.

#fanfiction #haymitch abernathy #haymitch imagine #haymitch x fem!reader #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch x reader #the hunger games #bad feeling #woody harrelson #daisy pinecone

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Did you write something about them in this universe? I miss this dynamic <3 anything !!!!

I am not sure if this is toxic enough for you, but I want to write something domestic in this universe.

When Daeron first introduced Loras to Joffrey, the omega’s first instinct was to kick Daeron’s dick so hard that the damned alpha could never, ever, preform in bed. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that he was on the receiving end of Daeron’s sexual performance. If Daeron couldn't get hard again, it was Joffrey who had to pay the price. So, Joffrey opted to punch Daeron’s handsome face, breaking the alpha’s nose with a clean upper cut.

“Holy shit!” Daeron cried out in pain, covering his bleeding nose, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Punching you. Isn’t that obvious?” Joffrey replied coldly, cracking his knuckles, “In fact, I would love to do that again.”

“What for?” Daeron winced, his voice sounding funny because he had trouble breathing through his nose, “I did nothing!”

“Oh, you clearly did something.” Joffrey sneered, landing his eyes on the blonde boy clinging to Daeron’s leg like a drowning man clinging to a driftwood, “Tell me. Which whore did you fuck to end up with this?”

This was a little boy with sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes, no more than 8 years old, if Joffrey had to guess. Maybe even younger. He and Daeron had only been married for 5 years, so if the boy was indeed Daeron’s bastard, the affair must have happened before their marriage. Joffrey knew he had no right to punish Daeron for casual sex before marriage, but he couldn't help himself. The possessiveness was slowly eating him up from the inside.

“What? What nonsense are you talking about…?” Daeron trailed off as realization finally sinking in, “Oh, fuck. Do you think Loras is mine?”

“Who else’s son could he be?” Joffrey asked, a bit too accusingly, “I’ll admit. The kid isn't too bad looking. His mother must be a beauty.”

“Well, thank you, but unfortunately, I don't know a damn thing about his mother. Hey, kid, is your mother a beauty?” Daeron rolled his eyes but regretted immediately, because who knew rolling eyes could hurt one’s nose so much?

“Stop playing smart.” Joffrey snorted, “Do you want to be punched again?”

“I don't know who my mother is, my lord. My master told me that he bought me at a market.” The boy answered, his voice soft but clear. He seemed scared of Joffrey’s blunt violence, but he didn't run.

“Did you hear him, Joffrey?” Daeron hissed as he wiped the blood from his nose, “The kid is a slave. I found him wandering on the street.”

“And you suddenly decided to bring him back?” Joffrey asked disbelievingly, “What is him? A stray dog?”

“My master died in a fire, my lord.” The boy explained in Daeron’s place, “I managed to escape the burning house, and have been living in Flea Bottom since.”

“He tried to steal my dagger, you know?” Daeron said, giving the kid a half-minded slap on the head, “Nasty little menace, but he has some guts. I think you two will get along.”

“I am not your puny wife who will thank you for the stray puppy you bring back.” Joffrey said. He was not a cruel man, no, but he had learned from a young age that it was impossible to save everyone. If he tried to save every slave, every orphan, every forced whore, he would be drowned by the responsibility. It was better to focus on the large scheme, like boosting trades, encouraging free flow of labor, etc. Joffrey wasn’t his brothers, who were heirs to the realm and the most important trading hub, but he tried his best to help facilitating such measures. However, his effort to create a better realm didn't involve adopting a child.

“I am not a stray dog.” Surprisingly, it was the boy himself who stood up to Joffrey, “My name is Loras. I am human. I can understand what you are saying, my lord.”

Daeron raised an eyebrow at Joffrey, as if saying, ‘See? I told you. The kid has some guts.’

“Very well. Loras,” Joffrey turned to the boy, “What do you want from me?”

“Nothing, my lord.” The boy replied, “Nothing you give me can change my life. You give me a hot meal today, I will sure to starve tomorrow; you give me gold today, I will still need to steal from others tomorrow. Nothing makes a difference, my lord.”

The boy, Loras, surely had a unique view of the world. Granted the boy was the most pessimistic person Joffrey had ever met, but somehow, the boy’s words made sense. A temporary show of kindness was not the solution. If anything, it was only the beginning of doom.

“You stole from a prince, boy.” Joffrey said, his interest now perking up, “It’s punishable by death. I can kill you now, or, I can make you my personal servant and torture you forever. Do you want to beg for my mercy now?”

Daeron had come to Joffrey’s side, leaning onto the omega and wiping his bloody hand on Joffrey’s robe. He was clearly asking for another punch, but Joffrey was too busy to deal with him now. The omega just grabbed Daeron’s wrist, embedding his nails into the alpha’s skin, hard enough to draw blood. Daeron chuckled in his ear.

Loras hesitated. This lord, or rather, prince, was not how he had imagined a prince would be. Prince Joffrey was violent and unstable, but honest at the same time. Loras had thought he wouldn't fear death, but when death was at arm’s reach, he hesitated.

“It’s normal to fear, kid. It makes you human.” Daeron spoke; his nose had stopped bleeding, but his wrist was bloody from Joffrey’s merciless nails.

Loras swallowed. He had never begged for mercy before, not to his cruel master or the lords he had stolen from, but now, his resolve was quivering.

“Please don't kill me, my lord.” Loras finally said with a shaking voice, his deep blue eyes watery from the fear.

“Very well. You will be my personal servant from now on, Loras.” Joffrey smiled, a twisted but charming smile, “But first, I need to correct you. I am not a lord. I am a prince.”

“Yes, my prince.” The boy lowered his head obediently.

Loras became a constant shadow of Prince Joffrey from that day. Joffrey let the boy dress in black and red, the Targaryen house color, and allowed the boy to follow him everywhere. Loras helped Joffrey dress every morning, brought the prince his breakfast, and prepared for any necessities for the day’s event. Loras had done a great job so far. He didn't even freak out when he entered Joffrey’s bed chamber one morning and witnessed a heated sex session of Joffrey and Daeron.

Joffrey couldn't bear children, and he had no intention to do so, but everyone could tell he was enjoying his time with Loras, including his husband Daeron.

“Not every servant can have a private room and sit down with his master to dine, you know.” Daeron said as he watched Joffrey share a large bowl of soup with Loras.

“My servant, my rule.” Joffrey replied, handing Loras a piece of buttered bread, “Here, take it. I don't like herbal butter.”

Then why would you order herbal butter to go with your bread? Daeron wanted to say, but he chose to keep quiet. Joffrey was spoiling Loras, and Daeron found it quite entertaining. He loved seeing Joffrey’s rare softness sometimes. It only made Joffrey’s sharp tongue in bed hotter.

“Do I need to serve your husband something too, my prince?” Loras asked while kept looking in Daeron’s way, “Wine, perhaps?”

“No, there is no need. He can pour his own wine.” Joffrey stopped the boy with a shrug, “Can you, husband?”

Daeron chuckled and got up from the bed, still in his undershirt. He poured himself a full goblet of wine before coming to the dining table and settled down beside Joffrey. Joffrey didn't even look at him, too busy seeding a grape. He peeled the fruit and seeded it, before sending it to Loras’s mouth. If Daeron didn't know any better, he would say this was a touching scene of a mother and a son. The alpha couldn’t help but began to picture what kind of a mother Joffrey would be. By the looks of it, Joffrey would be the kind of mother who spoiled their children rotten. It was hard to imagine a violent and chaos person like Joffrey would be such a parent, but Daeron loved it. It was a shame he could never have his own children with Joffrey, but Loras the next best thing.

“Make sure to eat all the vegetables, boy.” Daeron said, sipping his wine and enjoying the little scene playing out before him, “Prince Joffrey hated his carrots. You have to eat them all in his place.”

Loras nodded seriously, shoving a large spoonful of carrot puree into his mouth.

“Slowly.” Joffrey chimed in, but not unkindly, “I don't want you to choke.”

Loras loved his new master. Prince Joffrey was demanding, but the boy could see the passionate and honest soul behind the chaotic facade. It was the same with Prince Daeron. Joffrey always acted merciless and rough around his husband, but Loras had seen Joffrey gently tucking Daeron in after the blonde prince had passed out from fatigue of training.

Loras didn't know much about marriage, and he was sure a normal couple would not fight each other in the bed chamber, but still, he thought Prince Joffrey and Prince Daeron made a lovely couple.

Daeron picked up a cube of cheese and pressed it on Joffrey’s lips, and the brunette prince opened his mouth almost instinctively without even looking up, still focusing on seeding the grapes. Joffrey swallowed the cheese and opened his mouth again, this time, taking a piece of baked potato in. They continued this weird feast for a while, Daeron feeding Joffrey and Joffrey feeding Loras, until a maid came to clean the plates.

The next day, the rumor of Prince Joffrey adopting a blonde boy with deep blue eyes spread across the Red Keep like wild fire. To make the rumor spicier, it was said that this boy was actually Prince Daeron’s bastard. Daeron laughed after learning the rumor, while Joffrey threatened to cut off those gossiping tongues. Loras, the boy in question, smiled.

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