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Mina District, Old Doha Port, Qatar

Omar Elsharawy

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Six months ago, Valens Midoriya had the worst day of his life. The boy he still considered his best friend had beaten, humiliated, and suicide baited him. And then he’d been grabbed by the Peacekeepers and shoved into a van with his mother. An officer told Inko to pick a number between eight and twelve without telling her why. She picked eleven. Then the Peacekeepers inform them that they’d been stripped of their Capitol citizenship because of their husband and father’s treasonous actions. Half an hour and many tears later, the mother and son were on a one-way train bound for District 11.

Six months later, Valens is settling into his new life. It’s a life of poverty and child labor, but at least he has his mom and the new friends he’s made. In a way, he fits in better here in District 11 than he did in the Capitol. And he doesn't know it, but tonight, his mom will give him a gift that brings one of the best parts of his old life into his new life.

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Monica "Li Joaquim vs Mina Myoung Feeling engulfed and condemned Museum of the Moving Image.. ..frankly it wasn't very good" ('swoopa2')

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MHA COLLEGE SMAU X FEM! READER

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| cw: woc yn, fem reader

You had just landed in Tokyo, the hum of the city greeting you like an old friend. Neon signs flickered against the night sky, casting their reflections across streets glossed with rain water. Despite the familiar sights, the air tasted different after so long.

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The taxi ride from the airport was a blur of headlights and distant chatter, the city moving too fast and yet not fast enough. Your fingers drummed lightly against the window as the campus district came into view, UA College’s silhouette standing proud against the skyline. For a moment, memories of late-night study sessions, campus festivals, and training drills resurfaced, tethering you to a version of yourself that felt worlds away.

But that was then.

Now, as the taxi pulled up in front of your apartment complex, the realization hit. You were back, and for good this time. No more modeling gigs in New York, no more late-night flights across the ocean. Tokyo was your stage again—only this time, the spotlight wasn’t just on your quirk.

Dragging your suitcase through the entrance, you stepped into the warmth of your apartment. Sparse but familiar, the space echoed with the faint hum of city life through the windows. Setting your bags aside, you collapsed onto the couch, exhaling the tension from your shoulders. Before you could sink too far into the cushions, your phone buzzed against your thigh.

The screen lit up with a name that instantly made you smile: [minaashidoo] sent you a message: OMG UR BACK

You barely had time to unlock your phone before another notification appeared.

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You let out a sigh of content looking back at your screen one last time. Its not like you we’re gonna unpack tonight anyways. Pushing yourself off of the couch and grabbing your phone. Making your way down the hall into your beloved bedroom.

“listening party…huh,” announcing to no one in particular you looked through the sea of clothes left in your closet. The words slipped into the quiet room, met only by the faint rustle of clothes as hangers touching beneath sifting hands.

Fabric slid between your fingers—soft, sleek, rubbery—each option carrying a different vibe. A quick glance at the clock nudged you to make a decision. The chosen outfit draped across the bed as accessories clinked softly atop the dresser. Perfume lingered faintly in the air, the last spritz settling against your skin as the mirror reflected a sight you never feared to see.

Phone in hand, a quick snap captured the moment; the prelude to a night that hadn’t yet begun.

The city air clung to your skin as you stepped onto the pavement, the faint hum of distant traffic weaving through the night. Streetlights cast golden halos against the sidewalk, and the faint pulse of music echoed from somewhere down the block. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, a quick glance revealing Mina’s name flashing across the screen.

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The notification bubble vanished as footsteps approached from the corner. Pink bubblegum hair bounced with every step, eyes sparkling with excitement as Mina rushed forward, practically throwing herself into your arms.

“Finally! I swear it’s been forever!” Her voice carried a mix of joy and mock exasperation, muffled slightly against your shoulder.

“It’s only been…what? A year?” you teased, though the warmth of her hug made it clear the time apart had been far too long.

“Yeah, well, that’s like forever in best friend years. Come on, I want you to meet the band!” Mina looped her arm through yours, tugging you down the street with all the enthusiasm of someone determined not to miss a single beat of the night.

Building lights blurred past as the venue came into view—a low hum of bass vibrating through the pavement, the faint pulse of anticipation threading through your veins.

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Reader x Riccardo Calafiori, Ex!Jude Bellingham - Series Masterlist

Chapter Six: What Happens in Milan...

The moment the plane landed in Madrid, she felt a strange mixture of relief and unease. Madrid was home—the city that always brought her comfort, a place where she belonged. This was where she could find her peace again. But peace, she quickly realized, wasn’t so easy to come by.

For the past few days, she’d tried to bury the confusion Riccardo left behind. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him since Milan. Their brief encounter had lingered, a smoldering ember in the back of her mind that wouldn't burn out. She tried to distract herself, focusing on her friends, her routines, the welcoming hum of Madrid, but Riccardo’s touch, his eyes, the way he made her feel… It had been hard to let go of that, even if she knew it was just supposed to be a fleeting moment.

“You seem... distracted”, Mina said one afternoon, sipping her coffee as they sat together in one of their usual spots. Mina was sharp, always paying attention to the smallest details, especially when it came to her friend. “What happened in Milan? I know you, spill.”

The reader shifted in her seat, suddenly aware of the slight tension in her chest. Riccardo. She hadn’t told Mina everything—couldn’t, really. What was there to say? That she couldn’t stop thinking about someone she barely knew? That she felt drawn to him in a way that completely rattled her?

She smiled, trying to maintain her calm. "Nothing serious, really" she said, brushing it off with a small laugh. "What happens in Milan, stays in Milan".

Mina raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-huh. You don’t look like you’re over it, though. Did you sleep with him?"

The question hit her harder than expected, a rush of heat flooding her face. She took a deep breath, leaning back in her chair. “Mina,” she said with a chuckle, trying to deflect. “It was just a night, nothing to make a big deal out of.”

But Mina wasn’t having it. "Right. Just a night." She smirked, clearly not buying the nonchalant response. “You know, if you want to tell me about him, you can. No judgments here.”

The conversation quickly moved on, but the question lingered in the back of the reader’s mind, gnawing at her. What had happened between her and Riccardo? And why did she feel this connection—this pull—she hadn’t felt with anyone else?

She had thrown herself back into her usual rhythm—long walks through the Salamanca district, dinners with friends, spontaneous wine nights with Luz, and, of course, football.

It wasn’t long before the reader was in her usual seat at the Bernabéu's VIP room, casually chatting with the wags, her familiar surroundings bringing her a sense of normalcy. The roar of the crowd, the electricity in the air, the company of her friends—it was all so right.

Even before dating Jude, she was a fixture in the VIP section, a presence woven into the Real Madrid family. She had been close with Rodrygo since their teenage years in Brazil, and through him, she had built deep, genuine friendships with many of the players and their families, no breakup was going to change that.

But even in her safe haven, Jude was still there. She had been doing just fine, pushing aside any thoughts of him, avoiding anything remotely related to his name. That was, until the first home game she attended since returning.

He was on the field, but had found a way to make his presence known. As if orchestrated for her discomfort, there was his new girlfriend.

Or rather, the woman he was parading around as one. The woman who had been a shadow in gossip columns for weeks, new stories about her emerging everyday, her presence was a whisper of scandal among Real Madrid’s inner circle.

Reader's thoughts were immediately interrupted when she noticed the girl walking towards her. A familiar face—just not in a way that one would be proud of. She was well-known in certain circles, her reputation stretching far beyond Madrid, with ties to high-profile athletes in the U.S. and a past that made even the most media-trained wags bite their tongues in distaste.

“I must say, it’s interesting to see you here,” the new girl finally said, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, eyes gleaming with something almost taunting. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The reader didn’t flinch. She wasn’t bothered by the girl’s presence, but she knew what this was. The girl was trying to provoke her, to draw her into some petty confrontation. It was a game the reader didn’t have time for.

She merely raised a perfectly arched brow, taking a slow sip of her drink. “And you are?”

It was the way she said it—effortless, uninterested, as if the woman before her was insignificant.

Jude’s girlfriend faltered for only a second before plastering on a tight smile. "I’m sure you’ve heard of me."

She hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Ah, right. The one who gets around.”

Everyone around watched with subtle, approving nods. It was clear they had no interest in welcoming someone who hadn’t been through the years of shared experiences they had with the reader, specially in this context. Jude’s new girl was quickly disregarded, her presence no longer as bold as it had been when she first walked in.

The sharp inhale from the other woman was deeply satisfying.

But reader wasn’t here for this drama. She was here for the game, for her friends, for herself.

So she turned away, her attention snapping back to the pitch, where Rodrygo was already looking her way, as if silently checking in.

She nodded, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.

She was exactly where she belonged.

Meanwhile, across the Channel, Riccardo was trying—and failing—to pretend Milan hadn’t happened.

He had thrown himself into football, into training, into anything that would keep his mind from wandering back to Milan. Back to her.

The match schedule was relentless, and he welcomed it. Arsenal was in a good moment, the team was in sync, and he was adjusting well to London. His apartment felt less foreign now, the city’s rhythm becoming familiar. And yet, in the quiet moments—the ones between training sessions, the drives home, the late nights when his body was exhausted but his mind wouldn’t shut off—she crept in.

He had no business thinking about a woman he met once. It was stupid. They had both known what that night was. A fleeting thing. No numbers exchanged, no promises made. But the memory of her still lingered—her voice, her laugh, the way she carried herself like she owned every room she walked into, the way she had looked at him, touched him.

Fuck.

He had always admired her from afar, and now he had seen her up close.

And he wasn’t sure he could forget.

His teammates had noticed something was off. Kai had side-eyed him in the dressing room, Martin had made some joke about his “head being in the clouds,” and Declan had outright asked if he had “left his brain in Milan.” He brushed it off, of course. He wasn’t about to admit to them—or to himself—how much she had gotten under his skin.

And then, as if the universe was playing some cruel joke, he saw her again.

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Hi! can I request a poly misamo (mimo g!p) with vampire mina, werewolf momo, and succubus sana (if you’re not comfy with writing succubus, pls feel free to change or remove it) where they meet at a bar then start flirting until they end up fucking in sana’s house? Momo being turned on at their scents bc of her sensitive nose, mina teasing them both with her fangs, and sana’s dirty talk making mimo even harder. Thank you and happy halloween!

enjoy! here's part one :)

Devil's Night

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CW: GP, vampires, werewolves, demons, Sana has some maybe questionable supernatural abilities when it comes to getting her way...

[GP!Vampire!Mina x Succubus!Sana x GP!Werewolf!Momo]

There were, at any given moment, only a handful of safe bars in the city for undiscovered monsters, folkloric creatures and hybrids to congregate for a drink without fearful, judgmental stares from the rest of the human population. 

But in the days leading up to Halloween, it was a little easier to slip undetected among the throngs of people out celebrating. 

It was Devil's Night, the night before Halloween, and Mina felt an invisible, out of character pull toward the dark club she now found herself walking into in the district of the city most known for its vibrant nightlife. The throb of the heavy bass hit her eardrums at the same time her vampiric senses detected the astounding number of beating hearts inside. Once inside, Mina flocked to the bar on the main level and watched the crowd around her with rapt fascination: the shadows of happy, drunken people with sweating drinks in hand, the way lasers and lights hit their faces every so often, the way they erupted in cheers when they recognized the remixed versions of Rezz, Hante and darkwave pop songs that played overhead. 

At the bar, she ordered a glass of ice. The bartender gave her a funny look. “No water?” he’d asked, but complied. Shortly after receiving her cup of ice, Mina headed for the bathroom. 

She ducked into a stall quickly, keeping her face out of view as best she could to avoid the mirrors in front of the sinks as girls nearby touched up their makeup, took selfies and washed their hands. No one noticed her, though. She emerged from the stall shortly after, knowing whoever cleaned up was going to get a real Halloween fright when they found the drained bag of donated blood in the trash receptacle reserved for menstruation products.  

Mina weaved her way back to the bar with her glass in hand. She normally preferred her blood warm and from a willing, living source, but if she wanted to blend in, it needed to look like a dark mixed drink, so she settled for sipping O negative on ice through a straw so it wouldn’t stain her lips and alarm anyone close to her. She wasn’t opposed to drinking alcohol, but alcohol lowered her inhibitions, and right now she needed help to resist the club full of living juice boxes: people full of an array of blood types, some regular and some spiked– those that had all sorts of fun, illicit substances in their systems. 

The vampire licked her lips absentmindedly and staked out a new seat toward the end of the bar, away from the guy who had taken her order. The number of people coming in to dance kept rising. Usually the vampire avoided this kind of environment, but there really was some sort of magnetic attraction to the space she couldn’t shake off. She wanted to stay a little longer.  

She swiveled around on the bar stool, thinking about taking a look at the Halloween drink specials, only to bump into someone next to her. 

“Oh,” she said softly, then found her voice over the blaring club music, “Sorry!”

The woman who she had bumped into turned around. “No worries!” she said, offering Mina a smile. 

Mina, had she still been human, knew her heart rate would’ve spiked after taking in the woman’s appearance. She was stunning. As the woman smiled, the vampire found the corners of her own mouth turning up, too. 

The stranger beside her was everything Mina wasn’t: warm, athletic and rugged. She was dressed as a sexy zookeeper in short khaki shorts, a suggestively unbuttoned khaki shirt with multiple pockets, and a red bandana around her neck. A pair of high heeled Timberland boots finished off her look. Her stylish, shaggy wolf cut framed her face perfectly, and Mina couldn’t help but notice just how well toned the woman’s body was. 

“Wow,” the other woman spoke, giving Mina a not-so-subtle once over. “You must need, like, SPF 500.”

Mina blinked at the other woman. Then she remembered how pale she must’ve looked in comparison. Lacking a reflection (save for when she looked in ponds, lakes, or full bathtubs) made it hard to remember what her features looked like to other people. “Oh,” she said, looking down at her drink. “Uh, yeah, kinda.” 

Momo offered an apologetic smile. “Sorry,” she said. “I just meant, like— you’re really pretty, is what I’m trying to say.” 

Mina perked up a bit at that. “Thank you,” she said, allowing herself to look up into the woman’s golden eyes. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Momo,” the woman said, switching her drink to her left hand and extending her right out to shake. Mina took it and their touch was like fire meeting ice. She knew her hands were cold all the time, but this woman’s hand seemed far warmer than a normal human’s. Mina’s mouth watered a little, detecting Momo’s steady pulse quickly. 

“And you are?”

The vampire shook off her blood-centered thoughts. “I’m Mina,” she said, offering a shy smile.

“Oh wow, your fangs are great!” Momo said, leaning in as Mina spoke. “And your contacts— where did you find red-rimmed ones? I love a good vampire costume.”

Mina blushed. “I um, I have a friend who does special fx makeup,” she said quickly. It was a complete lie, but what other choice did she have? She never revealed herself during fleeting encounters with humans. 

“Yours are really nice, too,” the vampire added, nodding toward Momo’s eyes. “What a pretty golden color.” 

It was Momo’s turn to freeze for a moment. “Oh these– I mean, thank you,” she said, taking a sip of her drink quickly. 

Mina didn’t miss the awkward beat and felt bad. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to make you self conscious.”

Momo leaned in a little closer, brushing her arm against Mina’s. “No! No, not at all,” she said, thinking quickly, “Just– forgot I was wearing them,” she said with a nervous laugh. 

Mina was about to ask if she could buy her a drink when a voice behind them interrupted. 

“Wow, you two have got to be the hottest couple here.” 

Momo and Mina both turned around to find a dizzyingly pretty stranger before them. She was some sort of demon, it appeared, but a slutty version. The two tried their best not to let their eyes linger for too long, but it was hard not to stare. 

The mystery woman wore ripped black thigh high stockings secured with black garters and recognizable red-bottomed black heels. A shiny black bodysuit covered her top half, but left plenty to the imagination with a criss-cross cutout running down from the top to the middle of the suit. She wore a tattered black cape that barely covered her ass, her deep red lipstick matched the back of her heels, and the dark, almost ombré-esque horns on top of her head were the perfect finishing touch. They looked sturdy and quite well made. 

“Oh,” Mina said, recovering first while Momo’s jaw hung slightly slack. “We’re– we’re not a couple.” She noticed that the new woman’s ears were slightly pointed, too, and wondered what kind of prosthetics she was using. 

The demon girl seemed unphased. “Oh, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice as sweet as it was sultry. “Saves me from embarrassing myself and hitting on both of you, then.”

It was then that Momo finally found her voice. “You can hit on us,” she blurted. 

A small smile crossed the demon’s lips as Momo blushed instantly. “I mean, I-I can’t speak for Mina but…” 

The demon’s eyebrows went up. “So you do know each other?”

Mina watched the girl curiously. “Barely,” she piped up. She felt strangely compelled to keep this conversation going. Despite not caring what most people thought of her, she wanted this girl to like her. “We just met.”

The woman hummed thoughtfully. “I see,” she said, a playful smile still present. “Well if either of you are interested…I’m heading to the bar on the upper level,” she said, flicking her eyes up to the more secluded lounge upstairs. 

“Isn’t that VIP?” Momo asked. “I uh, I don’t think I can get in there.”

“Me either,” Mina said, taking a sip of her chilled blood. She gripped her glass a little tighter while she eyed the demon girl’s exposed upper thighs, trying her best not to think about femoral arteries.

“I can get you in,” the woman shrugged. “It’s no trouble,” she said, eyes roaming over the two of them. “Really.”

Momo and Mina looked at each other. Momo had an amused smile on her face now, and Mina noticed the shade of gold her eyes had been a minute ago was now a little darker. Mina’s breath caught. Colored contacts didn’t normally change color. She couldn’t be inhuman too, could she..?

“I’m in,” Momo said, interrupting Mina’s train of thought. “Mina?”

Mina looked at the two women in front of her. She knew she shouldn’t. It was risky and there was no guarantee that even if things went her way, that either of them would be into what she told humans was her “severe blood play kink.” But getting a drink with two women, especially ones this attractive, was too tempting to pass up. Isn’t this the point of Devils’ Night? she asked herself. To take advantage of the lifting of the veil between her world and humans’? 

“Okay,” she said, surprising herself and sliding off of the bar stool.

The horned demon led the way through the crowd of dancing people in costumes of all kinds. Momo followed after, with Mina bringing up the rear. At the top of the stairs, the entrance to the lounge, a burly security guard stopped them. “If you don’t have wristbands already, I’ll need names to confirm you on my list,” he said gruffly.

“Minatozaki Sana,” the demon said sweetly, twirling some of her long, dark hair around her finger. The guard went to check the guest list pulled up on his phone, but she touched his arm lightly, making him look up at her first. “There should be two guests as well,” she said, smiling at him. 

The guard looked at her. He paused for a moment, then blinked. “Two guests,” he repeated monotonously, putting his phone away and allowing them in. He didn’t even check the list. 

Momo and Mina exchanged awe-struck glances before following after her. The second level of the club was much less crowded. The lighting was more dim too, but Mina had no trouble seeing in the dark. It looked like Momo had adjusted just fine, too, as the demon led them to a secluded area around the corner. 

She chose a table that had a long booth on one side and chairs on the other. Momo slid into the booth first, followed by Sana. Mina was going to snag one of the chairs, but was stopped. 

“Sit next to me?” the demon girl asked. It was a suggestion, but Mina’s body reacted as if it were a command and she found herself nodding, abandoning the chair and sliding in next to her so Sana was in the middle. 

Sana beamed. “Are you thirsty?” she asked the two of them. 

“I can get us some drinks,” Momo offered, moving to get up, but Sana shook her head. 

“No, no, you stay here,” she said, and Momo stayed put. 

“Excuse me?” the demon said, catching the attention of a passing staff member. 

Minutes later, two rounds of shots were delivered to their table, on the house, despite the fact that this was very much not one of those clubs with table service or an establishment that gave drinks out for free. 

“Whoa,” Momo said as they each were presented with glasses of water, slotted spoons, two sugar cubes, and two small glasses of curiously green liquor. “Do you like, know the owner or something?”

Sana laughed, wetting the sugar cubes for the three of them so they would start to drip into the green liquid. “Something like that. I’m Sana, by the way,” she said. 

Momo and Mina introduced themselves again, taking in their new environment. Away from the heavier crowds, Momo’s hypersensitive nose wasn’t so overloaded with surrounding scents. She watched as the sugar dissolved through the slotted spoon, disappearing into the drink. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed lightly. It smelled unlike anything she’d ever tasted before. 

The vampire, on the other hand, recognized it almost immediately. 

“Absinthe? Mina asked curiously.

“Very good,” Sana said. “Fitting for Devil's Night, don’t you think?”

Momo hummed, but Mina looked a little anxious. “Devil's Night?” she asked. “You’re…familiar?”

Sana shrugged. “Quite,” she said. “I like to celebrate by window shopping along all of the clubs in the city. If one looks good enough, sometimes I’ll drop in.” 

The vampire picked up her glass and took a sip. She couldn’t believe Sana had ordered two for each of them. The unmistakable anise and fennel flavors took over her tongue immediately. There was no way she was going to finish both given how strong they were. 

Then she frowned. It was like she was only now understanding what Sana had just said. 

“Window shop?” Mina asked, puzzled by the woman’s choice of words. “For what?” 

“A treat, of course,” Sana said, offering no further explanation. She looked between the two of them. “What about you two?” she asked. “Here for Devil's Night or just having a fun Halloweekend?”

Momo’s face reddened a little. “I’m…uh, Devils’ Night,” she said.

Sana’s eyes flicked over to Mina. They seemed to look straight into Mina’s soul, or lack thereof while she waited for her to answer. 

“Same here,” Mina said quickly, hoping the follow up question wasn’t going to be ‘Why?’ 

“I thought you both might be,” Sana said, pausing to drink some of her absinthe. She had long, black acrylic nails that she now tapped thoughtfully on the side of her glass. “Forgive me for asking so soon after meeting, but how do we smell to you, Momo?” she asked with a grin, making the athletic girl nearly choke. 

“S-smell?” Momo asked nervously, tugging at the bandana around her neck a little. She almost reminded Mina a little bit of Scooby Doo in her mannerisms. 

Sana put a hand on Momo’s thigh and leaned in toward her neck. “I’ve always been curious to know what a vampire smells like, if anything, to a werewolf.” 

Mina’s eyes widened at that and she slid out of the booth with lightning speed at the same time Momo was scrambling to get up on the other end. 

Sana just laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “Relax,” she said, checking out her nails casually. “I’m not a threat. And I’m not human, either.”

“Then…?” Mina asked. She couldn’t finish her question. Her vampiric instinct was telling her to flee, but she hadn’t run off like she had planned. Her feet felt glued to the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to leave, but she also couldn’t bring herself to sit back down. 

“H-how did you know?” Momo asked. She was sitting at the edge of the booth. Her fight or flight instinct seemed to be stalled, too. 

“I’ll tell you if you drink with me, please?” Sana batted her eyelashes at them. “Just one little drink.” 

Realizing she was probably drawing more attention to herself by standing, Mina begrudgingly obliged and sat back down, sliding back over next to Sana. “Fine,” she said. She reached for her glass, knocking back the first round of absinthe in one go. Her eyes watered and she almost coughed, but she kept it down, clearing her throat once the alcohol was safely traveling down her esophagus. It was over the top, maybe, but now she could at least say she’d had one drink if she needed to hightail it out of there. 

Sana’s eyes seemed to glow. “Wow,” she said. She then turned to the werewolf. “Momo?” 

Momo seemed stiffer than Mina had been, and it took a few seconds before her body relaxed again. Hesitantly, she slid back over next to Sana, too. 

She looked at Mina, who shared her bewildered expression, and then followed the vampire’s lead, downing her first glass of absinthe, too. She grimaced, licking her lips the way a dog would after realizing the treat it had just eaten was stuffed with medicine. 

Sana smirked. “Mm, I love being right,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “A sexy vampire and a sexy werewolf, what luck.” 

Momo and Mina peered at each other curiously. 

“So– your fangs..?” Momo asked.

“Real,” Mina said. She couldn’t believe she was admitting this so freely, in a public space no less. 

“And your eyes… no full moon, huh?” Mina offered up. 

Momo chuckled. “Not tonight,” she said sheepishly. 

“But it will be in like, two days,” Sana said, bringing their attention back to her. “What are you doing out so close to the start of your rut cycle, little werewolf?” she said, using one of her nails to gently touch just under Momo’s chin. She turned Momo’s head, making the werewolf look at her before resting her hand on Momo’s thigh again. 

Momo blushed.  

Sana’s other hand made its way to Mina’s thigh. “You’re taking a risk too, aren’t you? A little vampire on her very best behavior while surrounded by walking blood-flavored Capri Suns,” she giggled. It wasn’t malicious in any way, but Mina still went red, which really only made her look slightly more human as the hint of color made its way to her pale face. 

“Enough about us,” Momo said, feeling suddenly protective of the pretty vampire. “You said you’re no threat or a human. So what are you?”

“Hmm. An appreciator of gorgeous women, for starters,” Sana said, taking her hand off Momo’s thigh to finish off her first glass of absinthe. “Please,” she said, nudging the second glasses toward them. 

There it was again– that invisible persuading force. Momo brought the second glass up to her lips carefully. The alcohol was already running amok through her system. And even though she was still slightly distressed by the mystery woman’s ability to clock her so easily, she was also starting to become slightly aroused. The demon girl beside her smelled sinfully good, as did the vampire, almost earthy, like late fall leaves. 

And not only did they smell good, Momo thought, they were both incredibly attractive. She found Mina alluring with her sleek, perfectly conditioned long dark hair and sharp fangs tucked behind those pretty lips, and Sana’s entire presence was devastatingly sexy. Her costume didn’t help with the werewolf’s arousal, either.  

Mina found herself drinking from her second glass, too. The buzz was hitting her faster than anything she’d experienced when she was human. Like Momo, she was unsettled, but mildly turned on. Momo’s bangs kept getting in her eyes, making her look slightly doe eyed when she looked up, and Sana, whatever she was, was downright delicious, especially with her know-it-all attitude. And both of them had hearts pumping plenty of warm blood through their bodies. 

They watched as Sana then tapped on one of the curled, thick dark horns on her head. “Not a costume,” she admitted. 

“Y-you’re a demon?” Mina asked, shocked. 

Sana pouted. “Don’t say it like that,” she said, her voice darkening for a millisecond. “I’m not scary.” 

She paused. “Well. Not all the time.” She looked up between the two of them to make sure their eyes were on her. Mina and Momo watched, unsure whether to feel horrified or impressed, as Sana showed more of herself to them. The whites of her eyes vanished for a moment, completely overtaken by empty blackness. 

And then, just as soon as it happened, it was over and Sana’s big, brown irises came back into view among the whites of her eyes. 

Momo’s heart rate spiked and Mina sensed it immediately. She found it strangely sexy of Sana to be able to get Momo’s heart racing with such little effort. Vampirism had really changed her turn-ons over the years. 

“S-so what is this, then? What do you want with us?” Momo asked. She peered down at Sana’s hand on her thigh, suddenly afraid of getting hard in front of her and Mina. 

“Aw, am I making you nervous, Momo?” Sana giggled lightly, bringing a hand up to toy with the werewolf’s bandana. She hooked a finger under it, pulling Momo close as if to kiss her. She waited for a second to see how the werewolf would react, and just as she’d thought, Momo inched closer. 

“I just want to have some fun,” she said, barely brushing her lips against Momo’s. Sana turned away from her then to look at Mina. Her eyes moved down between the vampire’s legs while her hand moved up the vampire’s thigh and squeezed it lightly. “With both of you.” 

The demon smirked, removing her hands from both the other two’s bodies and picked up her second glass of absinthe. “I know you two are already interested in each other based off of the way you were gazing at each other when I first saw you,” she said, making the word sound more like gay-zing. “So…is there room for one more?” 

Mina nodded at the same time Momo stammered a shy “Yes.”

“Well then,” said Sana, picking up her remaining glass for a toast. “Cheers to Devil's Night.” 

[flagwars]

Brazilian City Flag Wars Round 1

You’re going to Brazil! This tournament is dedicated to the city flags of Brazil! I took submissions for this tournament in November of 2023, but it was delayed. After over a year, this tournament is finally beginning!

See the brackets below.

Round 1:

1. Belém de São Francisco, Pernambuco vs. Canhotinho, Pernambuco vs. Balneário Camboriú, Santa Catarina vs. Calçoene, Amapá vs. Montividiu, Goiás vs. Palotina, Paraná

2. Nova Santa Rosa, Paraná vs. Dracena, São Paulo vs. Pacatuba, Ceará vs. Lauro de Freitas, Bahia vs. Vilhena, Rondônia

3. Guaratinguetá, São Paulo vs. São Carlos, São Paulo vs. Barreirinha, Amazonas vs. Bady Bassitt, São Paulo vs. Macaé, Rio de Janeiro

4. Cidelândia, Maranhão vs. Altônia, Paraná vs. Jardim Alegre, Paraná vs. Areia, Paraíba vs. Ribeirão Pires, São Paulo vs. Ipixuna, Amazonas

5. Catu, Bahia vs. São João da Baliza, Roraima vs. São Gonçalo dos Campos, Bahia vs. Parnamirim, Rio Grande do Norte vs. Lorena, São Paulo vs. Carmo, Rio de Janeiro

6. Maracás, Bahia vs. Parintins, Amazonas vs. São José dos Campos, São Paulo vs. Ferreira Gomes, Amapá vs. Feliz Natal, Mato Grosso vs. Santo Antônio de Jesus, Bahia

7. Cruzeiro do Sul, Acre vs. São Francisco do Guaporé, Rondônia vs. Garanhuns, Pernambuco vs. Paranacity, Paraná vs. Alcântaras, Ceará vs. Salvador, Bahia

8. Ribeirãozinho, Mato Grosso vs. Mazagão, Amapá vs. Tietê, São Paulo vs. Itajaí, Santa Catarina vs. Quissamã, Rio de Janeiro vs. Nova Aurora, Paraná

9. Dias d'Ávila, Bahia vs. Luís Eduardo Magalhães, Bahia vs. Guajará, Amazonas vs. Nova Era, Minas Gerais vs. São João do Tigre, Paraíba vs. Maricá, Rio de Janeiro

10. Ubatuba, São Paulo vs. Ubaíra, Bahia vs. Santa Maria do Oeste, Paraná vs. Canavieiras, Bahia vs. Itabuna, Bahia vs. Doutor Pedrinho, Santa Catarina

11. Ibirapuã, Bahia vs. Cantá, Roraima vs. Araguaína, Tocantins vs. Tefé, Amazonas vs. Palmas, Tocantins vs. Morada Nova, Ceará

12. Mascote, Bahia vs. Divinópolis, Minas Gerais vs. Angelim, Pernambuco vs. Rolim de Moura, Rondônia vs. João Pessoa, Paraíba

13. Lucena, Paraíba vs. Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro vs. Ilhabela, São Paulo vs. Arapongas, Paraná

14. Teolândia, Bahia vs. São Paulo, São Paulo vs. Chapadão do Céu, Goiás vs. São Vicente, São Paulo vs. Vitorino, Paraná

15. Indaial, Santa Catarina vs. Brasília, Federal District vs. Cananéia, São Paulo vs. Volta Redonda, Rio de Janeiro vs. Porto Velho, Rondônia

16. Capivari de Baixo, Santa Catarina vs. Rio dos Cedros, Santa Catarina vs. Central do Maranhão, Maranhão vs. Cambé, Paraná vs. Ji-Paraná, Rondônia

[travelella]

Mina District, Old Doha Port, Qatar

Omar Elsharawy

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 4

Part 3

“I still can NOT! Believe you asked him on a date” Mina says clapping her hands together, “It’s not a date” I say for maybe the 5th time today “Y/N, it is a date! He said so!” Jihyo is obviously on her side “He said, set the date, not it’s a date” I repeat but not sure if it was more for me than for them.

I lied to my friends about how I met Christopher and how we’re having a date dinner tonight. I had to go with a simple: we met at district 9, chitchat ever once a night and one thing led to recommending good restaurants and I mentioned one we both wanted to go and set a date to it…

“If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t have said something like that” Jihyo arches her eyebrows and me. I try not to laugh at her meme face, but I fail. “He was just being nice” I try one more time to make them stop “BUT! He said, ‘I’ll take you!’” Mina screams irritated at my denial. I roll my eyes and smile ignoring her, I later I realize I’m still smiling “Yeah, I, guess it is a date” I whisper hoping they don’t hear me, but I know they do. The 3 of us giggled as if we were 17 again and we just said hi to our crush passing by the hallway and he said hi back.

I still wasn't sure if i was nervous excited or nervous scared of what can happen tonight, was this even a good idea? I wish I wasn’t this excited over dinner with someone, but it’s been years I went out a date and Chris is such a mystery, but again, it’s just a favor he’s paying back I am reading all this as something it’s not…

“Soooo, what are you going to wear?” Mina’s voice makes me stop overthinking, I blink twice and come back to earth, “I was thinking of.” I’m about to show them the outfit, but Jihyo stops me “No.” she says firm and I look at her confused “You are not wearing a cute blouse with your jeans” she crosses her arms and I look at her surprised “I, I was not going to.” I lie to her and turn to my closet again. How the hell did she know?

I desperately look through my clothes for a second option and almost at the end of the rack, I see 2 nice dresses: a purple sundress with puffy sleeves and a navy-blue dress to the neck with long sleeves. I show both and they choose the blue one. “Isn’t it too much?” I take the piece to the mirror and try to imagine myself in it “You should do sexy tonight, not cute” Jihyo says, and Mina agrees “Leave the purple one for a day date, and besides, you do look amazing in blue” Mina tells me and I half smile “Okay, fine, I’ll go shower” I inform them and leave the room.

After I shower and change to something for now while I do my hair and makeup, I go back to my room and see Mina and Jihyo on their phones and internally laugh remembering Felix’s phone from the other night.

I walk to my vanity desk and start my makeup, simple, nude palette. “You should put on a red lipstick, that would be very, very hot” Jihyo suggests and laughs, I roll my eyes and I shake my head “Nah, I, will go with brown tonight, I can do red lipstick another time” I tell her, and she sees me through the mirror and tries not to do a frown but doesn’t say anything else.

I straighten my hair a little and go back to the bathroom to change to the dress, when I go back to the room I spin in the dress “Yeah, I like how I look” I tell them, and both of my best friends smile at me “You look great!” Mina compliments me and I fake a blush, I walk to the closet again and I look for shoes, black heals or brown flats “Heals” Jihyo says behind me, and I laugh again, “I knew you would say that.” I tell her.

I arrive at the address Chris texted and the uber left me in front of one of the 3-star Michelin restaurants there is in the world “God’s Menu”, I recheck the address on maps and the location was the same, as I walk to the entrance my heart starts to skip a beat and my hands start to sweat. Is this a joke?

A beautiful young hostess smiles and welcomes me “Can I have the last name for the reservation?” she asks while she pulls out a tablet “Oh, um, it’s under, um, BangChan? He told me to give you that name?” I pass on what he told me to say at the door, but it sounds more like a question. She looks at me surprised and clears her throat “I see, yes, follow me please” She leads me in the beautiful place, all so brown, and gold, so luxurious I felt even the air in here smells expensive.

“I, sorry to ask, but, is it a business diner?” she whispers and I shake my head “Not that I know of” I laugh a little to it and she nods trying to hide a smile, we do a right turn and as I’m looking around being distracted by all the details in the celling, she suddenly stops and I accidently bump into her “I’m so sorry” I apologize and she laughs “Don’t worry, it happens more than you think” we both smile at each other and then she points to the booth beside her and when I turn, Christopher is already sitting there with a drink in his hand, he’s looking at me with a smirk. “Hope you have a great night” she again whispers and this time she gives me a different smile, a soft smile. I see her go and I turn to Christopher “Hi” I wave at him and stand there not actually knowing where to sit.

Next to him? The other side of the booth? Am I going to slide all the way?

“You look gorgeous babygirl” he compliments me so daringly and I forgot to breath for a moment “Thank you” I feel my cheeks hurt from the blushing, he scoots more into the booth and with his head he points to the new spot he made. I swallow hard and sit next to him. “When you said ‘great place’ I thought it would be a pizza place like dominos or something” I joke and he smirks “I can take you to dominos next time” he shrugs, I don’t answer to that, but I feel my stomach flip inside me “This place is, just so, amazing, I thought it was hard to have a reservation here in with days” I tell him “It is, but the owner is a friend of mine” he says so nonchalant about it, I don’t speak and just stare at him, so casually, handsome, is face features are so drop dead gorgeous, his black suite looking expensive…

“Are you allergic to anything?” he asks taking a sip to his drink and hiding a smirk, I look away and felt embarrassed, he knows I was staring… “Um, yeah, shrimp? Seafood actually, it gives me like a rash and closes my throat” I explain, and he looks at me a little surprised “and my eyes get puff so that also looks ugly” I point to my eyes, and he chuckles “Got it, anything to drink?” He asks “lemon juice with whiskey” I answer and he nods, he does a sign in the air to call a waiter “Bring her a sour whiskey and today’s special make sure there’s no seafood related” he orders and the waiter agrees and leaves. Again, I feel my stomach all weird and I really don’t want to feel how special he is making me feel.

There’s a moment of silents between us and I wonder if he feels it as uncomfortable as I do, but his facial expression is so hard to read “So Bang Chan? Is that your last name?” I ask, he straightens up from his position and clears his throat “It’s my business name” he clears out “Oh, and Christopher is for friends?” I chuckle “Like Hannah Montana?” I joke and as soon as I say it I regret it, I am about to apologize for doing such a comment but before I can say I’m sorry, he laughs as if I said the funniest thing in the world “Yeah, you can say I have the best of both worlds” he joins a punch line and I bite my lips trying to avoid my smile.

The waiter comes back with my drink and an entrance soup. I thank him and he gives me a small nod, he leaves us alone again, Chris is looking at me as waiting for me to try the soup first, I take the spoon with soup and bring it to my mouth. “Oh wow, this is so amazing!” I sound too excited about it, but I can’t contain the happiness of the taste. He smirks and starts to eat too. There is another moment of silences and I try to think of something to talk about, I take a sip of my drink and remember the other night and see he still has painted nails “Does the whole ‘drug in the glass’ happens often?” I want to know, and he nods “yeah, we are kinda used to it” he keeps it simple “We? As in Lee Know, Felix? The other boys with you?” “Yes” I nod and talk again “Your accent, it sounds, not from here, it’s like a.” “Australian, it’s an Australian accent” he interrupts me “Oh! Yeah, it is, Felix too, right?” he nods, and I feel conscious of how many questions I made “Sorry, I’m doing too many questions” I explain and breath in and start to eat again “You’re fine” he says sincerely “Sorry, I just get nervous when there’s silence, I feel like I have to fill it up with my talking” I nervously laugh “You don’t need to apologize, it’s fine” he says again and I am about to say sorry again but he gives me a “don’t say it” expression which makes me shiver and the word gets stuck in my throat. His face expression relaxes, and he continues to eat which I do the same “You, have a job?” he asks after a while and I nod “Yeah, I’m an elementary teacher, at the Northwood school, the one that’s on top of the hill?” I question the last part waiting for him to answer if he knew which one I was talking about, and nods “Is it a hard job?” he asks, and I smile “Oh let me tell you about it…”

Through the night, I start to tell stories of my kids and how crazy it is to be an elementary teacher, I also tell him all the funny moments I’ve had and at first, I really felt I should shut up at one point, but Chris would give me a look as if he was very interested or as if I was telling the most amazing story ever and made it feel like if it was okay for me to keep talking. Every now in then he would also share a story of his elementary days or crack a joke between my stories making all uncomfortable feeling go away.

At the end of dinner, after have to most amazing dessert Christopher lets out a heavy breath “I’ve got to say, you are funnier than I thought” he says with a half-smile, I roll my eyes hiding mine “Thanks, sounded offensive but thanks” I joke with him and he smirks. He’s about to say something back at me but the sound of a ringtone stops him. He talks a very old phone from his pocket and looks at the screen. I look at the phone with a frown, but also let out a chuckle, he looks at me confused “What’s up with a modern phone? You and Felix seem to not like smartphones” I comment and laugh about it, Chris looks down and the phone and back at me “It gives me what I actually just needed it for” he kinda sound serious almost annoyed about my comment “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything abo.” I feel bad and want to apologize about it but he interrupts me “I, didn’t mean it like that, I, just don’t need a fancy phone” he says in a better tone but it stills make me feel bad, I nod understanding and he still seems uneasy “I’m not into social media or have time for texting with friends” he comments in a sad tone now. I try to think of what to say instead of sorry, “Oh, that’s sad, and here I was thinking we were going to be text buddies after this” I tease him and give him my best “it’s okay” smile. He looks at me with an expression I try to read.

Was it funny? Did he hate the joke? Did he even get the joke?

“In that case, I’ll have to change it” he wiggles the old phone in the air and takes me off guard, I feel a chill breeze all of a sudden and my back is shivers. I really try stop myself from showing any emotion on my face but I feel a stupid smile on my face trying creep. I think of something to say back but I don’t know what to respond. I look away and distract myself with whatever I see first, I hear him chuckle but still don’t say anything else. I take a deep breath and look at my watch “I, should probably get going before it's late, then the Ubers get really expensive and I.” “I’ll take you home” he interrupts “Oh, I didn’t mean it to sound like.” I panic and try to explain myself but he ignores me “I’ll drive you home, getting in a car this late isn’t a good idea.” He again interrupts me and takes the last sip of his drink. I sit there looking at him getting up and out the booth, how can he just be so fine and cool about it… “. Let’s go baby girl” he sounds like he’s ordering me which I instantly react to it by getting up. He guides his hand to the bottom of my back and gives me a little push to start walking. I again feel a shiver down my back and my heart in my ears, I am so glad he can’t see how my face is probably damn red right now, I take small breath to stop my heart race and hope he can’t sense my nervousness.

We walk to the entrance of the place and a black Mercedes probably car of the year pulls up, a valet steps out and gives the keys to Chris, the valet guy is about to open the passenger door from me but Chris stops “I’ll take it from here” he again speaks in a demanding order in which the guy steps aways “Yes sir, have a great night” he says goodbye and leaves. Chris opens the door of the car and also closes it after. I take the chance to let out the air in my lungs and wait for him to get to the driver’s seat. The drive to my department was silent, not even music playing to make it feel not weird at this point. My need to vomit talk was making me go crazy. “Thank you!” I say out of the blue “. F-for dinner and the ride home” I look at him but he doesn’t seem to react about it “I know I talked a lot and sorry if I annoyed you, but.” “You didn’t at all, I enjoyed it” he interrupts and stops in front of a red light. He looks at me and just stays like that. The light makes his skin glow and I once again I look at his face, the scar, his lips, his nose, and into his eyes. The light turns green and he turns to face the road.

I then feel so unreal, the night, the air, this isn’t real, it’s so unreal, he’s unreal.

I stop overthinking as soon as I hear Chris get out of the car and walk to my side to open the door, I am about to say goodbye and thank him again but he speaks first “Let me take you out again.” I stand there a little confused “. But this time not as a favor…”

He just really knows how to take my breath away…

5.

[mikeellee]

Tell me; could you imagine anyone 1A being friends with anyone who doesn't have any powers?

I mean if they went to aldera the same time Izuku did before All Might gave him One For All.

And the girls only interacted with Melissa because Izuku was with her.

Hi @mega321boom

Welcome to my channel where I don't believe in QUIRKLESS discrimanation. It makes no sense for the story as you know, not everyone can be heroes and there are others jobs to be taken and a quirk can't always be an asset.

That being said...I think it would be more of the same. Mina and Kiri are enablers and "bully him, not me"

The Sero (hate the asshole. I really took a dislike for him) would be a bystander.

Ochako? Same.

They wouldn't cheer for Izu's humiliation but wouldn't do nothing.

Also Aldera IS a school in a poor district. I find hard to believe Iida, Shoto and Momo would ever go there, fuck Shoto was home schooled ...why Endy, in all his paronoia, would let his masterpiece go to a poor school?

But even if he did... Shoto would still be the a bystander. And I can see people defending this bc "well he has no social awareness" which I find bull bc you know, endy abuse his family just how bk abuses Izu. But sure shoto has no social awareness to realizes the obvious.

It would be worse for Izuku bc he would be to UA with those fuckers and if they try to be all "friendly" mr. Touch starved aka Izu would eat up.

MHA is a dark and grim manga.

[deatheless]

some info on mina's thg verse that i should have written up months ago but better late than never

born and raised in district 5. on the more well-off side (her parents are higher up in the hierarchy in one of the major hydroelectricity plants as specialized engineers) and is therefore still in school. knew she'd end up following her parents' footsteps in some way so tried her best to focus in class. still interested in music as a hobby, but doesn't have a lot of free time for it, even if it holds a place in her heart. received a guitar as a gift from her parents on her 12th birthday, as a consolation for it being her first year eligible.

reaped when she’s 18. didn't have any tesserae, it was just bad luck :(

pretty convinced she's not going to make it from the start, but tries her best not to make it too obvious to her family and friends when saying goodbye, even though it's kind of unspoken

scores a 5 in the individual assessment. doesn't officially ally with anyone, but is friendly with a few of the non-career districts during training.

her arena is a kind of sparse forest surrounded by a more rocky/mountain area with a lot of caves and cliffs. lots of sharp, pointed rocks and sudden drops throughout, even in the more green areas.

during the game, survives mostly through doing a lot of climbing and running, primarily utilizing her stamina and stealth, and spends a lot of time hiding in the various caves.

she also takes to throwing knives (and anything heavy and sharp that’ll work when she doesn’t have them on her, including some of the rocks themselves) during training, and uses them to incapacite tributes with non fatal hits to shoulders, arms, or legs so she can get away. aside from her winning kill, ends up killing two other people directly: the girl from district 2, and more notably a young boy from district 7 that tries to attack her in desperation. though she tries to calm him down first, eventually her only way to escape alive is to kill him first, as much as she tries not to.

final two is her and the district 1 boy, and he, along with the district 2 girl, ambushes her while she's setting up camp for the night in a cave next to a cliff ringed by some sharp rocks. while she manages to dodge him for a while (and unintentionally kills the district 2 girl when she hits her in the neck instead of the shoulder, having intended only to try to slow her down), he eventually gets a good hit on her, slashing her across the chest with a machete and sending her to the ground on her back, hitting her head against a blunt rock in the process and blacking out for a couple seconds.

despite the cannons not yet going off, he assumes she's done for and it's just a matter of time until she's bled out, and lets his guard down in a moment of arrogance and relief to pre-celebrate his win. this gives her the opportunity once she regains consciousness to, thanks to the adrenaline of realizing she's not actually dead but very soon might be if she doesn't do something about it, muster all the energy she has to kick his legs out from under him and trip him backwards onto the rocks at the cliff's edge, which impale him through. she's declared the winner immediately.

it's commonly thought that she planned this and played dead, but she didn't. she really did think she was about to die, and really did black out, and it took a second when she regained consciousness to realize she really was still alive, and the rest was just pure instinct kicking in. it's only once she woozily manages to prop herself up on her elbows once she hears him fall and hears the cannon that she even starts to register through the blood loss what just happened at all, and she's horrified by it.

while she was well liked enough before the games (not because anyone really thought she could win but because she's pretty and sweet and charismatic enough to charm people) the capitol goes crazy for her when she comes back as victor because wow what a twist!!!! the theatricality of it all!!! what a fakeout!!!! what great tv!!! they love their pretty little ghost girl!!!

goes on to mentor future tributes, and is prostituted by the capitol. initially resists both of these things, but quickly folds after it's implied her parents will be in danger if she doesn't comply.

singing ends up becoming her victor talent — despite her love for it she always feels a little sick doing it for the capitol, but she couldn't think of anything else. she considered guitar, but she never picked up on it the way she wanted to, and it wouldn't have been impressive enough for the capitol audience. usually is given songs to sing by aspiring capitol songwriters, and isn't allowed to sing anything she's written herself, even though she has quite a few journals worth. she wouldn't want to, anyway.

extremely minor/vague sotr spoilers next half of this sentence but her chest scar is treated fairly similarly to haymitch's due to its direct connection to the excitement of how she won. while normally the capitol doctors would heal her up entirely during her post-win rehab, they leave the scar instead, since they know people would want to see it, and they do. it's brought up at her interviews, and is a source of interest for a decent chunk of her capitol patrons. it's not really the same scar, though — that one was entirely healed. the dainty pink scar that cuts diagonally across her chest is purely aesthetic. just enough to give the people who want to see it what they want.

this can be altered depending on plotting but i am envisioning that she is part of the rebel alliance and is reaped into the quarter quell. is one of the victors that gets captured by the capitol and is rescued to d13 with the rest of them eventually.