#Hunger games Thingy!

[archive-of-the-guild]

And we have some fatalities out the gate! Not sure if Nico is still alive but we have at least two deaths!

[illegallemonsellee]

Me when fear isn't hungry idk haven't seen the show

Its been a while since ive drawn semi-realism if you can even call it that.... It's still a wip, but any criticism is very welcome 😋👍👍👍

[ellohallohiya]

Kald-dal's QQ1 OCs Name Yap >:D P.2

Yeah, I picked out more last names for the characters without them, and I'm so sorry for taking so long to make a part 2 :,)

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Juniper - Comes from the juniper tree, it means to produce, it also means young, and it also is connected with its berries. Juniper berries are medicinal plants, and in ancient Rome they were associated with positive qualities, such as protectiveness, life and growth, energy, purification, and cleansing. Saint Juniper is also known as ‘the jester of the Lord’ or ‘the saint of comedy and laughter’ and the man was also known for his patience. Juniper is also associated with evergreens and fruit. Juniper also means, spiritually, setting up boundaries and standing their ground. Also it’s a hippie name

Skye - It’s popular as a name in the Christian religion, but comes from Norse. But it means ‘clouds’. The name also means they are spiritually strong and intense, in both charm and stinging. To continue on Norse, it means ‘misty isle’. Also The Island of Skye is the one of the most beautiful of Scotland’s sights to see

So Juniper is healing, protective, funny, energetic, patient, and full of life and growth. So I can’t wait to see her character arc. And I think it’s kind of a long stretch, but due to The Island of Skye, y’know, being an island, means she’s kind of alone and cut off, but when people come to see the views there it’s beautiful and so amazing to really be there (the Island is like the most famous in Ireland but you get the idea)

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Cypress - From the cypress tree. The cypress both represents everlasting life and mourning of loss. It is also a very flammable tree. In a Greek story, ‘Cyparrissus’ (another version of the name Cypress), accidentally killed his best friend and favorite companion, a trained stag, with a hunting javelin. In sadness, he transformed into a cypress tree so he could mourn eternally for his loss. This Greek character was also gay with Apollo at some point. Anyways, as a spiritual name it means natural transitions and the cycle of life

Holden - Means hold, but, fancy in old language. It also means deep valley. In the Bible, its meaning is trapped, restrained, or unable to see. Another meaning is Christian Jewish is willing, quiet, gracious, from the hollow in the valley

I swear if he accidentally kills Juniper in the story with an ax (or an unfamiliar weapon he was pushed to use more likely) I will scream and cry. Anyways, he will mourn, like a lot. But the cycle of life I guess. And he is a deep valley, so his character will get even deeper, he is a thankful, quiet, and willing guy, (absolute malewife to Juniper)

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Evelyn - In the Bible, it means life light, ‘source of light and life’. In Greek and French it means desired and wished for. In German, the name was derived from the word ‘ewe’ which means, wishing well, winning, and being blessed. In Irish, it means beauty, birds, hazelnuts, and water. On a baby website, the name means intuitive, creative, and compassionate

Danvers - A dancer or acrobat. (I tried to search it up but all I got was how Danvers became a last name. But fan fact: Supergirl’s last name is Danvers)

So Evelyn has many definitions (as I kinda expected) and hey, intuitiveness and creativity while being compassionate seems like Evelyn well. And winning sounds fun. (Also I know like two Evelyns in real life, one is blonde and is a bit overprotective of their younger brother too)

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Avery - Wise and whimsical, also the ruler of elves (in German). And most definitions found in forums and baby name sites do say the name just mostly means the ruler of elves (or counsel) and wisdom. The name also means leadership and nobility in the Bible. Being chosen by God, and experiencing transformation, growth, evolution, and improvement

Danvers - Originally from Norse, which traveled to mostly France and Belgium

Avery is the ruler of elves! Wow. But anyways, he grows and changes down the story (before dying sadly) and can’t wait for his arc

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Harvie - Strong, worthy, carnage, determined, eager for battle. Really matches my first interpretation of her character. Hervey means illustrious warrior, army, noble, sublime, bright and shining. Harvey means, battle worthy in blazing iron. But Harvie sounds like the word harvest, which means gathering of crops

Pollock - A group of fish that is related to cods, but is a bit darker. Pollock is also slang for insulting a person of Polish birth or descent (it says it isn’t a slur though, but just a derogatory term relating to the fact the word means fish and cod). But the fish does symbolize abundance and prosperity, a vital source of food, and a provider of sustenance 

I guess this name was mostly chosen due to it sounding like the word harvest. But it’s so funny how the actual definition matches how I first thought her would be like-

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Weirdo - A person whose behavior is strange or eccentric. It could also mean unconventional. Or a psychopath or somebody just not normal and unusual. Sometimes used to describe perverts in slang

Wheaton - From the wheat town. Made of wheat. Man of wheat. Wheaton is scarecrow man confirmed /jkjk

Tobin - God is good. Otherwise, the name is usually connected to Saint Aubin. But there is several versions of the name in multiple other languages/cultures

Simple boi I guess. But scarecrow symbolism, it is like a natural boogeyman, a monster. But it is also a prop to scare of birds, maybe other tributes (Evelyn’s name also means bird so Wheaton just made her go away like the scarecrow he is)

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Carmen - Short form of the name, Maria del Carmen, or ‘Mary of Caramel’, which is a reference to the Holy Land. And in the Bible it means garden, orchard, and vineyard. It also means song. And it can be a reference to the Roman Goddess Carmenta. And it represents a strong, compassionate, and natural woman

Cortez - Courteous or polite. The name could also mean someone who lived as/near the court of a king or sovereign 

I think her name was mostly chosen because of the queen Carmen Sandiego to be honest. But Carmen is a strong, compassionate, natural woman, she an icon for real. And I think she is polite, to a degree, like at least not an asshole

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Taurus - Is a zodiac sign that represents a bull. The most prevalent personality traits on them that were shown on google were, being intelligent, dependable, hardworking, dedicated, stubborn, patient, loyal, sensual, and devoted. Apparently they don’t sweat the small stuff, so they are calming and nice to be around. They are mentally strong and very consistent. There is so much on a zodiac sign so… not gonna say it all sorry

Rivera - Name originates from the word riverbank. Not many definitions, but it is a popular Spanish last name

Taurus is a taurus! (He’s born on the 8th of May right? Or was that Katniss’ bday?) Anyways the zodiac sign fits him (there’s probably traits of other zodiac signs that can relate to him too though) And it’s honestly just a mine of character traits positive and negative and miscellaneous when being named after a zodiac

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Robin - A small bird. The robin symbolizes good luck, happiness, rebirth, renewal, growth, and new beginnings. Fun facts about robins!: They are adaptable, with a variety of nest types, such as holes, hollows, recesses, and even boxes. They are very territorial, to the point where their breast is to indicate territorial messages, they defend their territory through the year, and they can resort to killing other birds aggressively (depending on the bird)

Maverick - Unconventional and independent. One who shuns custom, a lone wolf, somebody who blazes their own trail, someone who avoids conformity

Well it would be interesting if her character makes a base in some territory and ends up killing somebody defending it. And I chose the last name Maverick, due to it meaning independence and usually looking out for only oneself

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Everest - Dweller on the Eure River. It also means high point, or summit. It also represents ‘the iconic nature of what it is to be a wonder’. Like the most notable climb known to man

Sinclaire - Comes from ‘Saint Claire’. It can mean pure or renowned, and light and clear. It also means one who prays

He a dweller. And is probably somebody who can walk for very long without complaining. And maybe religious or as least believing in something

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Lilith - Meaning belonging to the night. It is a feminine name for demon, spirit, and sometimes evil. On google it says it also represents: ‘rebellion, sexual liberation, independence, mystery, empowerment, resilience, transformation and the pursuit of personal freedom’

Maloret - Ill-fortuned or with bad luck. A luckless and unfortunate person

Well, Lilith was mysterious, she belonged to the night I guess. I chose the last name maloret because she seems to have bad luck. Not really having an interesting reason as compared to the other tributes. Getting to the cornucopia and still unfortunately still failing and dying (kind of because of bad luck, wrong place, wrong person, wrong time)

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Harrow - To plunder or ravish. To cause worry and upset. It is a farm implement used for surface tillage. It is dragged over plowed land to break up clods, remove weeds, and cover seed. Some synonyms of the word is agonizing, torture, harass, excruciating, smite, tease, and vex 

Prairie - A plain of grassland without many trees. It also means meadows and pastures

He definitely caused worry and upset for his love. And he did die in torment or at the very least his dead body was mistreated… But I chose the last name Prairie because it also meant meadow. Most definitions said prairie meant a peaceful, calming land of nothing much but grass. So I guess he is resting peacefully waiting for his love in the meadow

Bonus!:

Marl - A loose or crumbly earth deposit. Also known as a kind of mixed soil. Sometimes fertilizer lands to help make it healthier. It is a mix of sand, silt, and clay. And it has rock forms, sedimentary

I chose this name as a first or last (or even middle name if you already had it chosen out) for Harrow’s lover. Because a harrow was used to till land/soil and help its growth of crops. Both help the soil and land in different ways, while still being different in their ways. A more man-made tool (like a richer tool like townies) and a natural help that can be used to help but with many properties and types (I dunno why I thought of the seam for this)

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Sorry for taking so long again! Hope you enjoy reading this! And I hope you enjoy the last names :)

Gift for fav Hunger Game poster: @kald-dal-write

Also if you're a random person just seeing this, read their fic if you're interested!

[hi-im-greenjunipertree]

if I had a quarter for every time this dude got jumped in these /j

also Carlos keeps winning lmao

[mythvoiced]

Aeri can’t decide what she hates more - the way the bejeweled pin in the victor from District 8’s hair is lopsided, or the girl herself. Oh, what Aeri wouldn’t give to wear such an accessory again, or even wear the finery the victor has been gifted to wear to the viewing. That was her once, wasn’t it?

But now? She’s stuck here, watching this spectacle. The brat, who has no idea what privilege she’s been presented with, keeps on creasing the delicate threads of her gown and her stylists also clearly have no idea on how to do the brat’s makeup. And then there’s that damn pin- Aeri’s pin once upon a time- only in place because it’s tangled in there-

And Aeri can’t hold back. When the brat’s stylists are gone, she reaches into the girl’s hair and extracts the pin. Her fingers, callused from years of hard labor that still feels foreign to Aeri, are quick to untangle most of the obvious knots in the brat’s hair before shetwists the locks into a ponytail and then a bun. The pin goes back in.

Aeri glares at the girl through the mirror. Don’t you dare mess up my work.

( congrats lenlen!! you get....aeri, being really resentful, i hope marìa doesn't mind too much ^^' )

@stillresolved | !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET HER BE RESENTFUL

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There's a harshness to being dolled up when you are in no way receptive to it.

María isn't foreign to the roughness of life - she's a fucking Victor, after all, isn't she - she's started working in factories just about around the age even the most moral of District 8 people might turn their back in fear on seeing her walk in, pretending not seeing her would free them of the responsibility of working with a child.

Her hands and nose and palate and lungs had long gotten used and keep getting used to the aftermath of working with chemicals, of being so very intimate with garments and colours, with fumes and heat, with the hard work of surviving, with the hard work of fighting to be allowed a minimal chance at said survival, at figuring that there's little more for people from District 8 to fight for.

Still... it's not the same.

Being pushed around, dressed in things she would have never chosen for herself to serve a people, a man, because she's not stupid enough to not be able to tell what is Capitol and what is Snow and how Capitol is Snow, it's a kind of biting and harsh and rough that doesn't leave behind the usual kind of scars and memories and bruises.

Even surviving the Games had come with a desperately accepted sense of relief, one covered in blood and the humiliation of all she'd done and all she'd thought she'd get to accomplish, only for reality to crash in on her in a victory she hadn't wanted to partake in, hadn't wanted to make possible, when she'd wanted her Games to be victor-less in lieu of ending the Games themselves.

This... this is humiliation in the long run. This has hardly any hope attached to it, waiting for her on the other end of the line. Sometimes, on the worst days, it feels like the true brunt of the battle, walking with blood-stained soles and palms and sparkling as she does, wearing all that might make even the softest source of light appear like flames reflecting off her frame, covering her in fire that had not eaten her alive - much to a few people's disdain.

Picking at things, not holding still, grimacing, shifting her muscles, arms, face to make her stylists' life as difficult as possible, it was all she had to fight back.

The Arena came with death and violence, and living back at home had been physical labour upon physical labour, straining her young body until she could no longer tell if she was broken beyond repair or fitter than children her age should be - had they grown up privileged within the Capitol's safety.

Here she has only threads to tear apart and reflections to glare at.

And a new challenge behind every door.

She feels yanked back, an intensity of motion caused less by the avox suddenly in her hair and more her own stiffness that hadn't prepared her for submission to someone suddenly rearranging her.

After her stylists had left, she'd succumbed to the tension of not wanting to be there, without the added hard work of making sure everybody else does. Lost in her thought, somebody's hands suddenly returning on her had fortified, molten it into a newly forged blade, stiff and ready to strike, tensing everything within her and making a few fingers in her hair turn into a grappling hook tied to a moving mountain.

María is startled enough she can't remember how to glare.

A frown does accompany her widened eyes anyway, making her look... appalled, almost, an addition to her expression so unsuited to typically frightened features, youth tainted by the face of someone used to having to fight to stay alive.

It almost happens in a flash then. The reflection moves and adjusts and fixes and what had started as something that had María's lips split into something acid and trembling, turns into something unpleasant and acrid, but silent, as María sits and lets herself be mandhandled one more time.

That's when she glares. After the avox finishes up, after their eyes meet in the mirror and María sees none of the downturned gazes they're trying to make her accustomed to.

Seeing avoxes pisses her off.

Why take it out on them.

She understands what they are, what they're supposed to represent.

To her, an avox is a statement. No longer a person but rather someone rid of their innate right to be considered one. Even with the determination and life in this avox' eyes, María has come to understand them as tools Snow uses to assert his dominance, people from all circles of life, punished with the robbing of their words... and their detached tongue metaphorically forced to lick away at the tip of the shoes of people like María.

All a scheme.

Infighting.

Use the prey on the prey, make them take each other out.

It'd be easier to feel pity if María could sleep, if the avox hadn't adjusted her appearance, and if the avox wasn't staring her down as if she had any right to do so.

She's oddly beautiful.

She's oddly familiar.

"Why are you helping them?" she hisses, low, whispered, because she might never admit it, but she's... she's a little scared, isn't she? Lately? Devora's face swims before her inner eye, so stern, so wrong.

"I'm on your side more than they are," she adds, pulling a strand of her hair out of the freshly adjusted bun.

[wife-of-the-crane]

is this what mental illness looks liek

[dog-chows]

winners have been chosen!

pondered my orb and accessed the hidden truths within (used my laptop and looked up wheel of names to pick the winners) the champions have been shown to me and will be revealed when I wake up from a most revitalizing slumber

[expvrgction]

...What the fuck did he just watch?

[swordduels]

I kinda wanna make a Hunger Games generated game thingie now. I'll probably put Sigfrid, Clarimonde and Fenja in it with a bunch of anime characters. If I'm overly ambitious I'll make some crappy paint edits to re enact some scenes. Anyone wanna toss in a character or more?

Thanks for giving me ideas x') @inseparableduo

[druvjelly]

Me watching people treat Coriolanus like how people treated Snape

[archive-of-the-guild]

Day two we got some kills! Looks like Velvet and Santa had a disagreement about something. Morticia is ON FIRE and wracking up kills one after another!

I guess Vaggie finally got tired of Alastor’s shit XD

[alhavaradawnstar]

wait this is canon. this happened

[casiia]

MAGS. IM ACTUALLY DYING AND CRYING like she is so cute i love her i love her.

[l3v1s-g4m3r]

youtuber/streamer mc ⁉️

like imagine you’re in the middle of a stream and your entire audience just watches you get sucked into a portal.

and everyone is just freaking out in the chat like:

MCs_Husbando: POOKIE????

demonrizzer6669: WHAT HAPPEND TO MC…

MCbiggestfan: DID THEY JUST GET KIDNAPPED??? 😰😰

and then you fall flat on your ass infront of a bunch of men who you don’t know.

“chat you seeing this right now??? lawd have mercy.”

diavolo you now know explains how you are an exchange student for one year and will be staying with lucifer and his brothers.

you ask him to grab some stuff from the human world and he (surprisingly) allows you to.

barbatos takes you to your house through a portal and you get a box and put the following in:

mic, pc, pc box thingy (can’t remember what it’s called), mouse (and or pet mouse), phone, phone charger, some food to last you about a month, and your beloved cutie patootie alpha sigma [insert favorite anime character that’s not obey me related] body pillow.

barbatos takes you back to the HOL and it’s dinner time. but you are NOT eating whatever they are eating. for all you know it could be HUMAN REMAINS.

so you eat what you brought. [insert whatever food you’re eating] was an EASY choice over human remains. you were enjoying your food when you suddenly remember-

you were kidnapped ON STREAM.

you set up your pc and start a different stream, your audience quickly filing in. you explain to them, leaving out the part about you being kidnapped and sent to hell, that you were picked as an exchange studen

then you tell them that you’ll be going to school, so as an apology gift for sadly in the near future not posting as much, you promise to post an extra long video.

chat gets really happy at that and says goodbye as you end the stream.

before starting on that extra long video you promised you decide to be a jokester and post on twitter/X.

“if you saw me get sucked into a portal while screaming on stream, no you didn’t. 😋.”

you hit post and then coincidentally you hear a ding notification from the other room followed by laughing.

for a split second you think that whoever is in the other room may be a viewer of yours, but you immediately shake that off and get to working on the video.

you decide to make the video a mashup of random things you usually do. read fanfics of yourself, troll kids on roblox with admin, do commentary, say your opinion on current dramas. stuff like that.

you get the different games and videos ready and hit record.

fast forward forty minutes later and you’re finally done recording as you say your goodbyes to everyone.

you were gonna post it right then and there but it was super late and now you have to go to school, which means waking up early.

you decide to post it tomorrow and just go to sleep.

another fast forward and it’s the morning you get up somehow earlier than everyone else and decide to make yourself breakfast.

you packed pancake mix, blueberries, bananas, and strawberries so you just make that.

as you’re cooking the pancakes you hear rustling behind you, you turn around to see a ginger man eating your strawberries!

now, normally you’d be mad, but this man, aughsjsjsjvdjsjs, he just gave you the puppy eyes.

“do you want some pancakes?”

he nods vigorously and you whip up some more pancakes, some for you and some for him.

you decide to make him a smiley face with banana slices as the eyes, some blueberries as the smile, and a strawberry as the nose. with some more fruit on the side of course.

he looks at the pancakes with pure hunger and digs in right away. you just smile, for once not fucking up your food, and at the way he smiles.

this man is adorable, but he also looks like he break every bone in your body within a millisecond.

a few minutes later everyone else comes to eat breakfast. you notice a violet haired man staring very intently at you, which is weird…

you already ate, but you decided to make the ginger, who you now know as beelzebub, some more pancakes since he asked so very nicely.

once your done you decide to go in your room to chill before you have to leave.

“oh I almost forgot!”

you quickly take out your phone and post the video, naming it ‘guys please don’t be mad 😞’ and explaining your situation in the description.

once again, as soon as you hit post, you hear the ding notification from the night prior.

you turn around to see that same violet haired man pulling out his phone to show YOUR video. he’s subscribed and even is a channel member.

that’s some dedication since you’re a smaller youtuber, not as big as people like penguinz0 or Flamingo. your not big, but still known.

he turns around to look at you and is instantly embarrassed.

streamer mc and dedicated fan leviathan ❤️❤️

this could be seen as a part of the you know them series but like THEY know you and you have never met.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Need a Cheap Chell Jumpsuit?

There's a Utopia Falls prop sale over at 125 Dufferin that's running for the next week or so, and the show has a lotta colour coded jumpsuits (and other scifi prop nonsense) for a decent price (I believe half off of 50 bucks so like... 25ish dollars or so?)

since they were used for like, hunger games/hip hop dance stuff these aren't like the costume jumpsuits that are made of tissue paper and dreams, so I thought yall might wanna take a gander

I bought a weird shoulder-zip asymmetric scifi shirt thingy and a pair of jeans I'mma turn into jorts

[sardonic-the-writer]

Haymitch finally getting to see the reader after the games. Like before medical gets to them, when they get lifted up in the hovercraft thingy haymitch is there waiting for them. Like the way he’d push the medical team away to make sure the reader is ok before they do, the reader being overwhelmed- still processing they won the games ✨

-♥️🐀

They couldn't move.

The sun was no longer scorching their skin. Their hands and fingernails were no longer caked with blood. Nobody would be coming to hunt down and kill them anytime soon.

But not a single thing had changed once (Y/n) had been pulled out of that arena and declared Victor of the 68th Hunger Games.

The white walls and floors surrounding their immobile figure completely took over their vision. It was blinding. Any speck of color that happened to pass through the padlocks doors across from their hospital bed became glaringly clear as soon as it appeared. The veins on their arms and pores on their face stood out grossly. (Y/n) was sure they looked like a feral animal—and that was after almost a full day of being bathed and nursed back to normalcy. Physically at least.

It's not like they would let anyone do much to them anyways. Any nurse or doctor that dared enter a five foot radius of them was met with wild thrashing and blood curdling yells. At least seven doses of morphing had already been administered to (Y/n) just to get them to calm down and submit to treatment.

It was all they could do to keep from killing everyone in the building.

At the familiar sound of the opaque doors hiss, (Y/n) stiff muscles pulled taunt, preparing to leap out of the bed and run away at first notice. Not like they would get far, the stainless steel handcuff around their right hand guaranteeing that.

"Hey Kid."

Haymitch's voice was soft. Subdued. Which, it was worth noting, never happened with him.

His long blond hair was as unkempt as the last time (Y/n) had seen it. Almost as knotted and messy as their own. He looked like shit to say the least.

He slowly walked over to them, making sure to pause and give them a minute anytime he noticed their eyes dart around with fear. Haymitch was all too used to the feeling of being trapped. Feeling like you were still back in that god forsaken arena no matter what.

"They treating you well?" He mummbled, sitting down carefully at the foot of their hospital bed. He didn't waste time with formalities and asking how they were. It was pretty clear to anyone how exactly they felt.

"I want them all dead." Was all (Y/n) croaked. The most they had said in days. Haymitch recognized the sour lemon smell coming from them and sympathized.

"I know kid." He didn't say much else. Just awkwardly patting their foot a few times. (Y/n) relaxed a bit at that.

"I'll make sure you get back to twelve without any crowds. How 'bout that."

(Y/n) stirred for a moment.

"Yeah. Yeah I'd like that. Thanks Haymitch."

"Don't worry. I won't let them get you."

In that breif second, (Y/n) knew he wasn't talking about the crowds.