#cinna loves interaction

[angrybatart]

Storyteller better watch out. Flying glomp imminent.

[cinnachaos]

maybe it was even Marie from Spaloon……..

OH MY GOD. I SHOULDVE GONE WITH MY GUT. OOOOOAAAGHHH. NOOOOOOO I RULED THAT OUT BECAUSE I THOUGHT "OH THEYRE PRIBABLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL RN"

falls to the floor . this is how it feels when u originally guess sometjing right on a test and fuck it up.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

begging on my knees, ripping my skin off for shiu kong ANYTHING <3 ily cinna LMAOO

Bullet for my Assassin

Tags: Shiu x fem!Reader, Toji x fem!Reader, mfm, why choose, kidnapping, murder, dead dove, dark romance plot, you're being used for ransom, Toji and Shiu are morally black in this one.

Synopsis: Your dad is a wealthy CEO of Japan, but he hates you because you were born a girl instead of a boy. Toji and Shiu kidnap you and hold you ransom for money. Things ensue???

An: Hiiiii nepo baby, i know you said shiu kong anything. I hope you don’t mind Toji making an appearance. Also, HAPPY (so very late; i'm so sorry.) BIRTHDAY!!! Look, i gotta be honest. I ran out of inspiration for this fic, so I'm posting it, hoping it will revitalize some of that inspiration for a part two. That being said, let me know if I should make a part two.

Being the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Japan was actually a death sentence. Since you didn’t have a dick between your legs, you’re obviously less than in the world of business.

Your dad pressured your mom into giving him children to inherit the company, but he didn’t want children. He wanted men to inherit the company. You were just a lowly girl!! How were you supposed to manage a company? Girls clearly didn’t know anything about finance or business. (can you smell my sarcasm)

Ruthless and cold, your father never showed you nor your mother an ounce of love. In fact, he had tried multiple avenues to try and prove that you weren’t his kid. Unfortunately for both of you, you share 23 of your dad’s chromosomes.

His anger was growing worse towards you as you got older and developed your own personality. Everything you did was wrong in his eyes. Even though the company was specifically suppose to go to his kid, your father had been toying with the idea of selling out just so you couldn’t ruin what he had built.

Not that you cared, you thought about how if you were the CEO, you’d burn the company to the ground just to spite his wishes. You’d love to see him turn over in his grave as he watched his baby burn because of his daughter.

You basically lived alone. Your mother had passed a couple of years ago due to strange circumstances, and your father never bothered to come home. There would be no point to socializing with the likes of you.

Your mother’s early death rocked you to your core. For your entire childhood, she was weary and exhausted. Your father directed his anger on her, and she couldn’t help but subconsciously put the blame on you. If only you were a boy.

She did a good job of not showing her true thoughts. She wasn’t a doting or nurturing, but she was there for you. She never raised a hand to you, never raised her voice with you, never called you mean names. That was all you could ask for whenever your dad was so vile towards you. While she wasn’t close with you, she was still your mom, and she was the closest thing to parental guidance that you had. Her death was the beginning of your lonely existence.

The mansion was like a prison for you. Since your dad was so prominent in social media, you had an image to uphold, and he didn’t want you ruining that image. So, he didn’t even give you the chance to interact with anyone outside of the house. The only way for you to escape his claws was to either get married or die, and getting married was impossible when you weren’t allowed to interact with anyone on the outside.

You preferred being alone. The empty quiet feelings was better than the anxiety you got when your father was home. He’d always start yelling at the waitstaff about something so minuscule. He harbored so much anger that the house practically turned sour when he came home.

What was the saying? If you grow up with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. The thought of marrying someone like your dad made you want to gouge your eyes out with a butter knife. Being alone was the best option.

Besides, the waitstaff was nice. They cared for you… albeit from a distance, but they cared. It was known that you received the worst of your father’s anger, so they empathized with you.

The house was particularly quiet late one evening. It wasn’t the normal quiet that gave you a sense of peace. It was eerily quiet, giving you a sense of dread. The sounds of hushed talking and dishes clattering was the usual background noise in the house from the waitstaff, but there was nothing right now… as if it truly was just you in the house.

The alarms would’ve went off if someone entered. Not to mention there’s security posted around the perimeter… unless your father was the reason that it was so quiet… Surely, it was just him. Maybe he sent the waitstaff home for the day?

You carefully slipped out of bed, pulling a robe on over your silk pajamas. Being a CEO’s daughter wasn’t all bad. You received luxury items in exchange for feeling void of any real human connection and your dad’s hatred!

Briefly taking a moment to wonder if you were being one of those dumb characters from a scary movie, you quickly pushed those thoughts out of your head. Your life was more of a tragedy than a horror movie.

Slowly stepping out of your room, the click of your door latching filled the space, and you held your breath for just a moment. Nothing.

You soundlessly walked down the hall. Since you were on the second floor, there was a landing where you could look over the rails to see the bottom floor.

Nothing. No- is that a foot? Is someone lying on the ground. You leaned farther over the wooden railing to see. You were surely mistaken, right? Who was lying on the floor?

The feeling of a hand pressing down on the back of your head. Fingers entangled with your hair as the unknown man gripped you from behind. His other hand was steady on your hip. You were being dangled over the side of the railing by a stranger.

Immediately, you started to thrash against his hold, panicking as you did so. “Let me go!” You shouted, kicking your feet out from behind you to try to get away from him.

Turning your head as much as his hand would allow, you only caught the glimpse of a scar on the man’s lip. He shot you a grin before pushing your body closer to the edge, almost making you topple right over the railing.

“Yeah, princess? Want me to let you go?” His voice was husky, teasing almost. It had a raspy edge to it that sent shivers up your spine as you were now trying to push back against him to get away from the edge.

Your eyes were looking at the drop, wondering if it was better to just fall than to face whatever this man was going to do you. Somethings were worse than death…

You switched tactics, pulling away from him instead of trying to get away from the rail. You were going to topple right over it. A growl of frustration left his lips as he easily yanked you away from the railing. Your body collided with his brick wall of a warm chest.

Taking a chance to look up at him, you immediately regretted it. The perpetrator had black hair that came over his forehead and pretty green eyes that you could get lost in. His lips seemed to permanently house a cocky smirk, and fuck, he was built.

“You must have a death wish, brat.” He scowled at you as if he wasn’t the one who dangled you so close to the edge.

Not bothering to answer his taunts, you quickly started to fight against him, beating against his chest with your hands, trying to wriggle from his grasp. He was massive. You were sure that none of your blows were doing anything to him.

Without any difficulty, the hulk-sized man slung you over his shoulder, securing an arm around your frame. He didn’t even flinch or bat an eye each time you hit him. Your fists did little to his toned back.

Not able to fight your way out, you use your next best defense tool: your voice. “Let me go!” You shrieked as loud as possible. “Let me go! Somebody help!” Tears coated your eyes, and your voice went hoarse from yelling.

“Let me goo~ Somebody help mee~” The man mocked you in an obscene high-pitched tone with a laugh. He had done his homework. Even if you screamed, no one would be coming to save you right now.

Every staff member in the house was deceased, and thank god your dear old dad is so paranoid that he put his mansion in the literal middle of nowhere. There were no neighbors that’d hear you either.

You were completely and utterly alone with the man who was kidnapping you. A deep sense of dread and hopelessness filled your stomach, and you continued to cry — weakly begging for anyone to help you.

The man toned you out rather easily as he carried you down the massive flight of stairs. He used his free hand to flip open a burner phone, and he dialed a number before talking.

“The security system is still down?” His gruff, no-nonsense voice returned to him as if he wasn’t just making fun of you moments prior.

Even though you knew it was likely one of his associates on the phone, you screamed for help. Hot tears coated your cheeks as your voice strained.

A firm smack to your ass jolted you, and your voice caught in your throat. Did your kidnapper really just spank you for misbehaving?

“The girl isn’t hurt. She’s just being dramatic. I’m heading to the pickup spot.” He didn’t let the person on the other side answer before he clopped the flip phone shut, effectively ending the call.

“Gonna get me in trouble acting like that, girl.” The man tsked his tongue, and he continued to effortlessly carry you around to the back entrance of the house.

You finally caught a glimpse of your poor staff members. Your heart lurched in your chest. They had families and lives. Now, they were dead on your floor because of this man.

The man didn’t say another word as you cried. He kept his one arm firmly wrapped around you as he so casually carried you out of the house. The security system and the guards had already been dealt with.

Soon, you unceremoniously shoved into the back of a black tinted car. You struggled as much as you could, kicking and scratching. You even tried to bite the man as he tied your arms behind your back.

“Keep fighting. I’ll hogtie and gag your ass.” He threatened lowly, becoming sick of this game with you. He never quite understood why people fought so hard against him when he clearly held the upper hand. It was useless.

Letting out a small sob, you laid against the backseat of the car. The leather interior felt cold and ruthless as your tears fell from your eyes.

“Come on, Toji. We don’t have all day.” The driver reprimanded as if the man was simply buckling in a toddler and not kidnapping a grown woman.

You flinched from the sound of the driver’s voice. You had been so focused on fighting against the Toji guy that you didn’t even realize there was another man idly sitting in the front seat, puffing on a cigar.

Toji tied your ankles together, but he didn’t hogtie you thankfully. Without saying another word, he slammed the door shut before getting into the passenger side seat.

You felt your heart drop as the car started to move. You had an inkling… you’d never see that mansion again. You just knew it. Even though you hated the very frame that house sat on, you longed for the empty feeling of sitting inside. You’d take the void of living in a loveless home over being taken by two men.

Your stomach churned, and suddenly, you felt ill as you faced the grave circumstances. Bile raised in your throat, and your hands struggled against the ropes that Toji had bound you with. Panic set in. You were going to choke on your vomit while you laid face down in it.

“There she goes.” Toji muttered, tone laced with annoyance before he reached back and pulled your arm so your mouth was hanging over the back seat. You threw up safely into the floor.

“I just got this car detailed.” The driver groaned as he took another puff from his cigar.

“It happens every time without fail. Ya should start puttin’ puppy pads back there or something.” Toji responded as his arm was still reached back, bracing your body.

“Yeah, because that’s not suspicious at all.” The driver responded with a sarcastic tone. It was clear that this wasn’t their first encounter with kidnapping someone. You didn’t even want to think about the implications of that.

Your adrenaline was dropping off, and while you knew you should try and stay awake — try to map out the turns the car made, you were exhausted after emptying your stomach contents into the floor.

Your head rested against the cool leather seats, and a moment later, you were out.

“It’s like fuckin’ clockwork.” Toji commented as he saw you dozing off in the backseat.

“Let me hogtie you and throw you into the back of a car, and we’ll see if you don’t throw up and pass out.” The driver grinned over at him.

“Kinky.” Was all the man responded with.

*** *** ***

The next time you awoke you were bound to a chair in a surprisingly well-lit room. It appeared to be a bedroom. Judging by the overly bland decor, you assumed this was an Airbnb or a hotel. There was no way they could’ve hauled your sleeping body into a hotel without being noticed, so it was definitely an Airbnb. Taking in your surroundings, you flinched as you finally caught a glimpse of the two men standing in your peripheral. They were silently watching you.

“So nice of you to join us, sleeping beauty.” Toji mocked with an easy grin, the scar on his lip flexing upwards. If he wasn’t your kidnapper, you would’ve classified him to be rather handsome in a very rugged sense. He just looked like the type of man who could get the job done.

“I thought we accidentally killed ya.” The driver who was now not driving remarked.

You had to be smarter with your words this time. There was no point in begging to be set free. They had already taken you to god knows where, killed your entire staff, and bound you to a chair. There was no going back for them.

“My dad has money. That’s what you’re after, right?” You bargained, taking a stab in the dark. This didn’t feel like human trafficking. This felt like a hostage, ransom situation. Little did they know, your dad probably wasn’t going to pay a single penny to get you back.

“Clever girl.” The driver grinned. He was also another handsome man with chestnut brown hair and a mustache. He seemed much more calmer than Toji, and he had a capable energy to him. You could tell that he was definitely the ringleader. Toji was simply the muscle behind the operation.

The driver took three slow, calculated steps towards you. He was still out of reach as he crouched down to be at your level. His eyes were dark brown as he carefully exam you.

“If you’re good, I’ll explain how this is gonna work.” The man said lowly. His voice was deeper than Toji’s but not as gravely or hardened. He had a voice fit for radio.

You slowly nodded, tears already sliding down your cheeks out of sheer fear.

“Good girl. Keep that same energy for the camera.” The man purred before you directed your attention to Toji. He was setting up a tripod with a nice Canon camera set up on it. He flicked the lights off, but it wouldn’t be too dark for anyone to see.

Your body started to react before you could even fully process what was going on. You rocked back and forth in your chair while crying, trying to fight against the restraints. Toji clicked the record button, and he pulled two black balaclavas out of his pocket. Throwing one at the other man and slipping one on for himself. Their identities besides their eyes were completely concealed.

The nameless man tied a piece of cloth that worked as a gag around your mouth, and you sobbed harder. This could go so many ways, and you didn’t want to consider all the possibilities. Your mind thinking up the most depraved acts.

Then, the nameless man held a voice distorter up to his mouth, like the ones that were used in horror films. Toji suddenly grabbed your hair tightly with his oversized fist, and he made you look directly into the camera.

The nameless man started the video off by addressing your dad by his full name. “We have your daughter.” He plainly stated, going silent so one of your muffled sobs could clearly he heard.

He went on a spill about the ransom and how it was going to work. They were demanding 10 million dollars to be paid in a week. It had to be paid in person by your dad, or they would mail him your body parts.

You choked out sobs and tried to scream. You were going to die. There was no way you were going to make it out of this situation alive.

Toji’s thumb ever so gently caressed the back of your head. He was still holding your hair tightly, making you look directly into the camera, but he was subtly rubbing small circled into your scalp as if he was trying to subtly soothe you.

Whatever his intent was, it wasn’t working. You strained against the rope and the gag. You cried and tried to beg your way out of this. Finally, the nameless man showed the camera a timer. It was set for 168 hours, and it was steadily dwindling down.

Then, he stopped the recording ominously. “Can’t believe we got that on the first try.” He muttered with a laugh before pulling off his balaclava. He then flicked back on the lights.

You looked at both of the men in a confused manner. They were both so calm and casual after recording a literal ransom video. It was eerie. You hated this feeling of distrust and uneasiness that settled into the pit of your stomach.

Toji ripped off his balaclava, and he promptly untied the gag before picking up the camera off the tripod and walking away.

“Alright doll, you did so good.” The nameless man praised as he crouched back down to be at your level. “I guess that means I gotta tell you how things are gonna work now, huh?”

A sheepish nod later, and he continues, "I'm Shiu, and you already know the other old fucker's name is Toji." He starts, gesturing to Toji who was lazily typing away at a computer with a death glare.

"We're not gonna hurt ya until you give us a reason to. You just gotta be good for us and do as we say, and this will be a breeze." Shiu's tone was steady and lighthearted as if he was talking about the itinerary to a vacation and not your kidnapping.

Tears clouded your vision. Your captors seemed to have thought of all the details but one. Your father couldn't give less of a fuck about you, and he likely wasn't going to pay a dime for your safe return.

"And when my dad doesn't pay you two, then what? You two kill me and mail my body off so you can move onto the next mogul's daughter?" You asked -- tone full of resentment.

"We're not amateurs, darlin'." Shiu grins at you, boldly using his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears from your cheeks. You're still bound, so you're at his whim right now. "Toji's workin' on releasing that video publicly. How could the wealthiest CEO of Japan get away with not paying to have his daughter back safely?"

You pursed your lips together, trying to think rationally. None of this felt real. Your heart stuttered in your chest. Would your dad pay to get you back if he risked ruining his reputation?

If he ruined his reputation, companies would pull their stocks and tank his company. It would be hard for him to form partnerships because other companies wouldn’t want to be associated with him. His perfectly curated baby would come crashing down.

He would have to pay to get you back.

Noticing the gears turning in your head, Shiu patted your hair gently with his oversized palm. “We also got a few other tricks up our sleeve. We didn’t do this on a spur of the moment decision, darling.”

They weren’t two petty criminals looking to make it big. These two men were the real deal. They had the knowledge and precision that it took to commit serious crimes. This probably wasn’t even their first ransom situation.

“Glad to know you plotted my kidnapping perfectly.” You muttered in a self-deprecating tone.

Shiu gave another chuckle as his hand stayed on your head. His touch was warm and unwavering. It had been years since someone showed you affection so casually.

“I’d say you’re in good hands, but…” He grinned at you, ruffling your hair before removing his hand. “You’re in capable hands.” He said before he slowly walked around behind you. “Be honest, darling. If I untie you, are you going to try to run?”

Your eyes lingered on the door of the Airbnb. Would you even make it far if you did run? Would it be worth being tied down for even longer? Your eyes wandered to Toji, who was sat strategically near the door. His gaze was still on the laptop, but you could tell that he could easily catch you if given the chance.

Shiu laughed as he could see the inner turmoil on your face. You really wore your emotions on your sleeve, not hiding that you were weighing the option of running. “You wanna see what’ll happen? Try it, princess.” He dared as his fingers worked to loosen the knots around your hands.

Your body was achy from the precarious position of being tied to the chair. You instinctively stretched, feeling your stiff muscles protest.

You looked back up at Shiu, registering that he was offering you to run. “Go ahead. Go.” He said as he nodded towards the door.

“If you make me run, I’m taking it out on your ass.” Toji grumbled from his position near the door. His green eyes were now glaring at you.

Against your better judgement, you ran. You had to run, even if it was clearly a setup. If you didn't try to get away, then someone would say that you wanted this to happen. You wanted to be kidnapped from your prison.

You barely made it to the door and swung it open before two strong arms wrapped around your midsection, hauling you up as if you weighed nothing.

"Fucking brat." Toji's voice rumbled in your ear as he lifted your body up, pressing your backside against his chest as he kicked the door shut.

Shiu chuckled as he made sure to lock it back. He really just enticed you to run to piss Toji off. He had to keep things interesting after all.

A grunt passed your lips as you were unceremoniously slung onto the plush bed in the room. You tried to kick and fight your way out of Toji's hold, but his hands expertly held you down and forced your arms above your head. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Here it comes... the part where you wish they would've just killed you...

The sound of metal jingling caught your attention, and you hesitantly opened your eyes to see Toji handcuffing you down to the headboard.

As soon as one of your wrists were cuffed and bound, Toji got up off of you. "Until you can learn how to behave and not be stupid." He muttered as he turned his back to you and went back to sit down.

Well, that wasn't what you were expecting.

"Technically-" You spoke up, looking between Toji and Shiu as they watched you with amused eyes. "I was behaving since he told me to run." You pointed out, nodding your head towards Shiu.

"And I told you what would happen if you did run. You're lucky I haven't bent you over my knee yet." Toji countered, crossing his arms over his chest with a lopsided grin.

"Yet-?"

"I haven't decided if I'm going to do it or not, but your smart mouth is pushing me, brat."

You swallow thickly, realizing what you were truly dealing with here. Your eyes leave Toji's figure, and you look up towards the handcuff chaining you to the bed.

You were kidnapped from one prison and brought to another, and yet, a strange voice in the back of your head is telling you that your kidnappers have better intentions with you than your own dad.

"Don't listen to him," Shiu's low voice rumbled, breaking your line of thought. "He's all bark and rarely any bite,"

"He killed all of my staff members," you retort, staring at Shiu with furrowed eyebrows. How could he act like Toji was anything less than a killing machine?

"Touché," was all Shiu responded with as he looked over at you with a relaxed grin.

Toji was back to lounging as he tilted his head back. His adams apple bobbing as he closed his eyes. He wasn't really going to sleep next to the door, was he?

Shiu had walked off out of sight, and you could hear him responding to a phone call.

Moving around on the bed, you figured you may as well get comfortable while you're trapped.

[evermarch]

one of the most heart-wrenching things about thg universe is that you feel the loss of who each character would be outside the circumstances of their birth almost as acutely as you feel the loss of the characters themselves.

sure, we know what lucy gray and her family would be doing in a different world; she’d be dancing and singing and making music which defines a cultural identity. but what about the others? would haymitch have been a hilarious, loving father with a family had he not been forced to survive 47 other children’s brutal deaths? would finnick have been a charismatic and beloved actor, bringing joy to immeasurable people on his own terms? would beetee and wiress have worked together to develop technology to make it easier to connect loved ones far and wide? what would reaper and annie have given to the world, or thresh, or rue, or even coral or cato or glimmer or clove?

if katniss wasn’t half-starving and forced to spend each day hunting to feed her family, would archery be her true passion? or if she’d been a well-sustained little girl with access to art supplies, would she have spent her time sketching captivating dresses? she picks up ropes and making fish hooks quickly—could her dexterity have lent itself to knitting, sewing, or crocheting with vibrant yarns and fabrics? there’s so much evidence that katniss finds clothing inspiring and empowering, even when she dismisses it as frivolous. she likes being pretty, she just hates the circumstances under which she’s made to look pretty. cinna shows her that beauty has its own power, and there are several moments in her interactions with cinna and his designs that make me wonder who she’d be if she had space for art and creativity in her life.

conversely, peeta has had art in his life since he was a small child, but for him, art has always been entangled with his trauma. he could bake and decorate well because he learned from his mother, a mother who beat him his whole life. but his talent grows, not only as a survival tool in the first games, but when he paints rue on the floor of the training center before the second games. his art becomes not only a symbol of his trauma, but a means of resistance and solidarity. in a world where peeta’s intrinsic kindness and loving heart had been nurtured and welcomed rather than abused, could he have been a painter, helping people find collective meaning in the simple realities of life?

could katniss and peeta have still found each other in another world, a world without the horrors they were raised with, and bonded over their love of art? could they have been each other’s muses?

maybe they find their way to share art, after the events of mockingjay, as part of their process of healing and falling in love with each other. when they’re finally safe and have been for a long time, maybe katniss fashions peeta an easel for him to paint in their living room. after months of watching him gaze out the window and paint the changing leaves, katniss takes to knitting on a rocking chair in the other corner of the living room to steady her restless hands. they work silently as the days go by, quietly exchanging the things they’ve made to give each other the reassurance and love neither could ever fully convey with words.

and maybe one day, when they learn there’s a baby on the way due in midwinter, katniss takes a page from peeta’s sketchpad and starts to plan a series of sweaters and hats and socks she can knit for the baby. and peeta goes to the little nursery upstairs and starts working on a mural, so the baby will have something beautiful to look at every day. they work together to design the perfect baby blanket for their child, to ensure they will always be wrapped in a layer of protection and love by their parents.

but even if they find creativity and beauty in their lives after the end of mockingjay, the art they make will simply never be what that art could have been had they not faced what they faced. art comes from suffering, yes, but the human condition has so much suffering as is, and we’d never know what kind of art they’d make if they hadn’t experienced trauma of a distinctly sadistic and inhuman nature. but maybe their children, raised in a better world with love and protection and safety and joy and creativity and expression, will be the ones to create the art peeta and katniss never could.

[doreimifasola]

hot take: effie would not have wished haymitch a happy birthday. in fact, hayffie would not have worked at all!

first off, the cultural differences between haymitch and effie would have a huge impact on their relationship. throughout their upbringings, prejudice was ingrained into them. if katniss dislikes the capitol so much, readers can assume that the divide between the districts and the capitol was worse when haymitch was a teenager. if this was normalized, expected even, it would take SO MUCH for haymitch to work through his implicit bias.

effie is definitely not exempt from that either. her prejudice is extremely apparent when interacting with or speaking about the districts. some interesting effie quotes include:

“The pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages” (The Hunger Games 44).

“How you’ve both successfully struggled to overcome the barbarism of your district” (The Hunger Games 74).

effie’s implicit bias prevents her from fully empathizing with haymitch’s experience in the hunger games and growing up in the districts. she views the games the same as other capitol folk—she sees nothing wrong with them! she doesn’t care too much about the district 12 tributes dying or about why there are more name slips than eligible children, she just wants a promotion!!

additionally, haymitch and effie just don’t get along. their personalities clash and they are forced to put up with each other in order to help katniss and peeta. effie is described to be “muttering obscenities under her breath” (The Hunger Games 55) after an interaction with haymitch. another instance details how “Cinna and Portia seem to have a civilizing effect on Haymitch and Effie. At least they’re addressing each other decently” (The Hunger Games 76).

effie wouldn’t wish him a happy birthday, she would steer clear of him! god forbid he tries to embarrass her on stage again. and that’s if she even KNOWS it’s his birthday.

furthermore, it is probable that haymitch still hasn’t healed from his young love. he may still have feelings for her, and even if he doesn’t, their relationship has likely left a lasting impression on him. this could prevent him from entering any relationship. not to mention his substance abuse issues and trauma!

the romanticization of the hunger games needs to be studied. some fans fail to realize that they express behaviors that suzanne collins critiques with her use of the capitol and its people.

[howthesleeplesswander]

Even the truth-averse Captain could admit to being impressed with Ryunosuke's quick recovery. Clearly he'd have to try harder to fluster him next time. And yet, as Kaeya chased at his heels until they walked side-by-side again, their banter was the same game of cat and mouse: reasonably matched, the two of them altering roles rather than being locked into "pursuer" or "prey."

At least the one truth that had fought off a silver tongue to be freed into the night gave Ryunosuke pause. Kaeya's steps slowed but didn't fully stop, and he pivoted to keep the other's expression in sight. Watching his features transform with confidence made the admission worth it. In the brief moment of stillness while he held that deliberate smirk, a familiar thrill buzzed electric through frigid veins, superconducting from within.

"Oh, can I? Now don't I feel foolish." When his companion unfroze, Kaeya's cape flourished as he spun on his heel to keep pace, shaking his head with a lamenting hand on his chest. Using dramatics to bury the guilt that reared its head at Ryunosuke's returned admission. He knew that the other man was far too polite and amicable to have been upset over such a request if he had simply asked—but where was the fun in asking to see another player's hand when Kaeya could make them show him with a few simple tricks?

Case in point: it seemed Ryunosuke had overlooked one crucial detail. Time to try harder.

"But, dear Ryunosuke, keep in mind that I said that was the main reason for my little performance. Not the only reason." He shrugged, letting that stew for a moment. "If you want to know any more detail than that, however..."

Glancing at his profile, Kaeya rather missed the pinkish hue that had faded from his face, and didn't think twice about reaching across the narrow distance between them. With the gentlest caress, he brushed a knuckle across the rise of Ryunosuke's cheek, lingering to imbue warmth to soft skin. The touch traced downward, nestled into the shadow of his chin, and guided it up that fraction of an inch to lock their gazes.

"—you can simply ask," he purred, his one, dazzling eye practically glowing.

Ryunosuke, to this day, liked to cling to the belief (or was it hope, really?) that he was not entirely lacking in intelligence. Did he have the book smarts Kazuma had? No. Did he have the wit and charm of his current company hurrying at his heels now? Oh, most assuredly not. But despite these absent talents, he figured he had, to some degree, an ounce or two of common sense. Or observational skills, if he was keen on making the ability sound somewhat more exceptional. Point was—

He knew Kaeya wouldn’t let this go. As much as he knew he’d be followed within a second of shuffling past (and that he himself likely would’ve waited anyway if the captain hadn’t followed). And it was this foresight that had him taking a steadying breath before Kaeya made it back to his side. In. Out. A deep inhale, a long and practiced exhale. His eyes closed as the heated air fanned from his lips, and he felt as prepared as he could possibly get for whatever came next.

Naturally, they fell in-step with each other. Kaeya had made a decision to walk what seemed to be as close as possible (Ryunosuke was quite positive he never did anything accidentally), and as his smooth voice wove frustrating truths into the still night, Ryunosuke eyed the brush of their arms. He made no move to create distance. Not out of politeness, not out of any desire to. And maybe that was it. Maybe he truly didn’t mind, only that…

No. Something specifically Kaeya had said robbed him of all other thoughts in an instant.

“You did all that to spend more time together?” His steps slowed until he stopped. A confuddled look once questioning the ground in front of his feet found the real recipient. In a few staggering beats, Ryunosuke did nothing but study the debonair man in front of him, but it’d take only a blink to miss the way his expression changed. How quickly the confusion dissolved into scrutiny, and ultimately realization. The blooms of heat in his face were gone. Knots of his insides untangled, free.

He smiled.

“This… may come as groundbreaking, Captain, but you can simply ask,” Ryunosuke informed him. Finally, his feet moved again, bringing him even closer to Kaeya for the time it took to pin him with a deliberate look: his arched brow pulled a smirk to one side of his face as if attached by a string. “If that proves difficult for you, then we’ll have to work on it next time.” He shrugged at that, then rounded his companion again to take the lead.

But Ryunosuke made sure to say over his shoulder, “By now, I’d have thought it obvious I enjoy your company.”

[wip]

hey, it is very time consuming to look at notifications and have to click into so many of the text post ones because there's no detail at all for what it actually says most of the time.

what decides whether a text post has some of its text shown in the notification tab? why do other posts exclude any preview text altogether? are there plans to change this?

personally, I would love an optional toggle that gives me more verbose notifications. i want to know what text posts people are interacting with, without having to open literally every single one to find out! I don't care if it would look a bit cluttered, i 100% would rather be able to tell exactly what post every notification is for at just a glance.

Answer: Hello there @cinna-bunnie!

Great question. We try to summarize posts for notifications in a variety of ways, but we have limited space in the current notifications space, so we try to optimize it as best as we can. There is always room for improvement, though, so if you find specific posts that seem like they are missing a text summary that should be there, please feel free to send them to us in a Support ticket, and we’ll take a look! There may be a bug here we can fix.

It is unlikely that we’ll make our notifications longer or more verbose, even as a toggle, because we’d have to store even more redundant data in the notification. Ultimately, we want activity and notifications to be quick and easy to parse through, which typically means small and concise.

Thanks for getting in touch, and keep ’em coming, folks!

[shalomniscient]

what are your thoughts on domestic life with cinna? 🤔

cinnabar is like the poster child for domesticity. partner of all time. she's like one of those picture-perfect romantic partners people post about all the time except she really is, no exaggerations.

she's really good at the little things, i feel. not to say that she's bad at the big gestures, but the small, everyday ones are really where she shines. so something like, getting up a little earlier to make breakfast and making your tea/coffee/other drink exactly the way you like it. or maybe draping a blanket over you when you fall asleep at the couch watching your favorite show or movie, and giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

she's a great listener too, and will attentively listen to whatever you have to say, if it's about your day or something that happened or some niche interest you have. she'll be sure to ask questions too, to make sure you know she's engaged, that she cares. but if you just need someone to rant to at the moment, she's more than happy to hold you in her arms as you talk and just listen.

now this may be a little random, but i like to think cinnabar has a vast collection of hoodies because i mean c'mon, they're so comfortable. that being said, this also gives you the opportunity to raid her closet for them. she finds it cute and a little amusing the way you drown in her hoodies, but you clearly adore them, so she lets you have them. she keeps a hoodie rotation in her mind, making sure there's always a new one for you to steal after the previous one goes in the wash.

as for receiving affection, cinnabar likes it the same way she gives it, i feel, so that's acts of service. if she cooked breakfast, maybe you handle dinner, and if she tidied up the house, maybe you could tackle laundry. so the chores in the house have a 50/50 split, yk? also, doing equipment maintenance with her! her equipment gets pretty banged up on account of her role as a bodyguard/endura, so helping her out with fixing some dents in her shield or sewing up any cuts in her combat clothes is something she greatly appreciates! she will give you many forehead kisses as thanks <333

tangentially related, but she also likes seeing you have fun or interact positively with serpent eye. they're her family, after all. she'd be so, so happy if you invited them over for dinner or something, like a big family gathering. she'll even endure all of her uncles' drunken teasing about how she's such a puppy for you, because now she has all the people she loves most in one place, and that's something beyond words for her.

[soup-archives]

Updated as of April 2025

Note: Not spoiler-free!

Why choose G'raha as Cinna's partner?

Some might ask me, "Hey, you like Aymeric, right? So why is he not Cinna's love interest?" I have asked myself the same thing. And I have tried hard to ship her with him. I have headcanons for them. However, I feel like no matter who I shipped her with, I kept coming back to G'raha.

I can't explain it, but Cinna and G'raha together just seemed to click. It's like they're what's missing in the other's life. G'raha is everything and more for her, and I just love him so dearly myself. He is her true love. No matter where they go, apart or together, there is a string tying them together.

What's their story?

I didn't even start thinking about their story until a few years ago. I imagined that they would have had this hopeful romance with a promise of forever. They'd be happy and think that nothing could go wrong. However, during the events of the Crystal Tower, he would tell her to live a full life, get married, have the children she'd always wanted, and do anything that made her happy. He wished that he could give that to her, but he had to do this; he had to seal himself within the tower. As luck would have it, she'd learn she was pregnant afterward. I didn't want her to just move on. I wanted her to have something that reminds her of G'raha every day. Not a torturous reminder but one that may keep her going because she was in a bad mindset. And that came into the form of their son, Rowen, who was the spitting image of his father. She would even craft a knitted plushie of G'raha for him so he'd always have his father with him.

And to be honest, Cinna never really moved on from G'raha. Not even when she was with Haurchefant. In the beginning, they were two long-lost childhood friends reuniting. She didn't want a lover, not to mention that she was pregnant with her son. Haurchefant supported her and comforted her during the hardships. He would even listen as she told him about G'raha, and he was there when Rowen was born. He was even the one to suggest that Rowen's full name include Rosewood-Tia, which Cinna cried over. It wasn't until Heavensward that they started their romantic relationship. Even then, he had told her that if G'raha Tia ever came back, he'd want to see them happy together again.

After Haurchefant's death, Cinna never really sought out another deeply romantic relationship. There was too much on her plate. That, and she was scared to lose anyone else.

When she first heard the Exarch's voice, she thought she was dreaming or that someone was pulling a cruel joke on her. She didn't want to let her brain think that this was her G'raha. It had brought back so much pain that she thought she had tucked away into the deepest corner of her mind. Every interaction with him was harder and harder each time. And she had come to the Exarch with honesty about it, apologizing for avoiding him at every possible chance. Once she felt a bit more comfortable with him, she found herself adoring him, a feeling which she tried to push away. She did not want to fall for him, especially as she knew she'd only be falling for him because he seemed so similar to G'raha in his voice, mannerisms and sometimes the way he treated her. But when the Exarch was revealed to be G'raha, she was upset and yet glad because he was here in front of her. It wasn't just her mind making up stories and lies. And the two would rekindle their love once she woke him up in the Source.

During the end of Shadowbringers, I just imagined the two of them elsewhere, making up for lost time. He would spend time with her and their son. They'd be living in a lovey-dovey bubble of happiness and bliss despite dealing with the coming threat of another calamity. And even then, the events of Endwalker would only strengthen their relationship and bond, though both would have a growing fear of losing the other to death.

While the Scions go their separate ways at the end of Endwalker, five years pass and Cinna and G'raha are busy growing their little family. Within that time, they have five more children (Minerva, Emilia, Aurora, Selene, and Cosmo).

During Dawntrail, the two welcome their last child (as of now), Stella, before eventually joining the Scions, Erenville and Cinna's siblings in Tulliyollal.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 & 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I have been called so many names, so I'll literally answer to any version of Cinna.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I'm 22 years old, and my pronouns are she/her.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I’m an infj personality type, and I’m a virgo.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I'm currently in graduate school for clinical counseling, and I work in the mental health field.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ The best way to reach me is through my discord. You can direct message me and ask for my username.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I'm in multiple fandoms including: jjk, cod, lads, rdr2, mha, aot, demon slayer, dandadan, marvel, genshin impact, and overwatch.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I've been writing fanfictions since I was around 13 years old... one direction was where I started.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ In my free time, I struggle to decide whether I want to read, write, play video games, or color.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ My favorite genre of books are dark romantasies.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I write a lot of smut, and I tag each nsfw work as mdni (minors do not interact). I do however also write fluff, crack, and angst that is okay for minors to interact with... With that being said, please respect the mdni tag on my nsfw posts.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I only write for feminine reader and sometimes gender neutral reader.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I will write dark themes, but I will not write themes such as scat kink, piss kink, age regression, necrophilia, or anything that is straight up illegal.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I will not age up any underage characters sheerly to write smut about them. The most I'll write is suggestive/fade to black scenarios.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Please do not reupload my works or translate them without my consent.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ If you use the anonymous ask feature to send hate, I likely will not respond to you, and I think you're a coward.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ If you have genuine critique/criticism, I'm open for those types of conversations in direct messages.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I literally LOVE when people direct message me. Do not be afraid to send a message, but do please note that I work fulltime, and I'm a fulltime student. My response times vary A LOT.

[evermarch]

Countdown to Sunrise on the Reaping (SotR) book release 🔥

What's the burning questions about Haymitch you hope is answered in this book?

What are your predictions about Katniss' family or ancestry in SotR?

Were you shocked about Haymitch's life story in the chapter preview that's been released?

Any other thought about SotR?

Thank you.😊

@curiousnonny

hi thanks for the ask! i appreciate any excuse to yammer and yap

1. to select one from my lava pool of burning questions, i am currently desperate to know more about what, specifically, motivates haymitch to join the rebellion. we know he has every reason to hate the capitol, but unlike katniss, he doesn’t have anyone left whose future he is fighting for. he doesn’t avoid self-medication or addiction, like seeder and finnick, but doesn’t succumb entirely, like the morphlings. sure, we get how he might be energized by katniss and peeta, but we get the impression he was involved well before them. so what is his motivation to fight between the 51st and 74th games? is there someone left he cares about that we never saw? does he have a particular useful skill for which he is recruited, like cinna? is it just spite, like johanna? idk, but i really want to!!

2. so, i do think we’re going to see katniss’ mother specifically because haymitch tells katniss that “she’s the one we took them to” regarding whipping survivors. also, the maysilee connection. i’d like to see katniss’ father, maybe out in the woods, but i’d be equally happy if we got a hawthorne connection instead. i don’t think katniss is covey by blood per se, especially because the covey so heavily de-emphasizes blood in favor of talent (see: tam amber). so i’m personally quite partial to the theory that katniss’ father interacted with the remnants of the covey and learned their music that way. like, maybe he was a community home kid whose best friend’s ma was maude ivory and she liked having him around because he could appreciate the music. i think something like that would be true to the sheer smallness of the d12 population while not over-connecting everyone.

3. yes!! the birthday thing floored me (but now that we know it, how could it have been any other way?) as well as how…normal his life seemed compared to katniss’ on reaping day. the first 20 or so pages of thg is katniss describing the most bleak, oppressive conditions, with her bright spot being a loaf of bakery bread and meeting her best friend who she only knew because their fathers were both killed violently due to atrocious working conditions. meanwhile, haymitch has a mom who is alert and working and a brother who loves him deeply. he’s worried about his girlfriend. he might even have friends. food’s obviously scarce, but he’s not puzzling over ever single bite. his most imminent worry is household chores going unfinished due to the inconvenience of the reaping. it’s a completely different vibe, and i want to learn more!

4. it’s so fun to predict stuff, but, based on what little information we’ve already gotten, there’s honestly no way we’re not going to be completely shocked by so many things in this book. that said, i have a sneaking suspicion that we’re all going to love it. in fact, i wouldn’t be shocked if it ends up being my favorite in thg universe, as my favorite characters in the trilogy aside from katniss and peeta are the adults. so, while i have my hopes, i’m going in with a super open mind!

[sotogalmo]

12:53

I've been reading some stuff (yes I take screenshots of some interactions, I think what others can make is very beautiful), and I've gotten to the part where @apriciticreveries & @rockwgooglyeyes have been talking about Nyx and Asa being related (with Cinna & Cas ( @lookatmysillies ) related as well).

And well, it got me thinking for Flor. Since, in all honesty her design for her stage outfit has her with her tummy out and I've added a lot of stretch marks there, while normally people would have stretch marks nearly almost everywhere? Arms, thighs and such. But I think I added too much on Flor's tummy, and so I think the only way to explain that is that maybe Flor was also bred?

I can actually see it happening, and with the song of The Court Jester "a new found memory after rest", can be about the fact that after a long while of repressing the thought/memory of ever being pregnant (she's scared of pregnancy, and all of that) . I think it would just explain some of her behavior and looks???

And I mean, I don't think it would be too far off for her to actually be bred as sad as that sounds. One of her siblings (which, all of Flor's siblings are based on my actual siblings in real life- along with her Guardian actually being inspired by my own mom), has two kids which Flor likes being around! Flor held both of them when they were born, and when she was able too. And after all of that, she's like- gotten a higher 'baby fever' even though it's weirdly mixed with the fact that she doesn't like them as well (and how she's somewhat jealous? That they can be free and innocent before it's too late).

Flor's guardian is a “““traditional””” woman if that explains it a bit. She did make comments before on how Flor was to end up in love with a man, and have kids (to which, Flor was just confused on because now she's dating THE Rosca. So like. There's that). I don't really know how to make sense of it, but I think this kinda does explain it well??? Anyways- (something for my BIG ASS POST explaining every damn character and symbolism I have for Flor. I'm done with Spaceboy's, and I'm almost done with Carlos's so take this)

*But, maybe, she can also connect with him by the fact that they would both have a biological child of theirs. Larakiraboshinogotokuamuuru for Carlos, and Lorashishiboaninisshu (Flor comes up with weird names for her kid(s),,) for Flor. I think can explain why she even has stretch marks on her stomach area! She mainly has them on her inner thighs, but it's weird that she also has them around her stomach area… and I think her being a parent would explain it well. But quite sadly <- but for this, she's a bit unaware of that. She represses A Lot, and having a child would affect her mental state so she has sought to forget (but she is a caring mom! She likes kids! One of her siblings (based on my actual siblings), has her own kids and Flor really enjoys being around them even if she's somewhat jealous of how innocent they are and such).

*But : all of this is taken from my doc, on which I'm explaining why I went with characters that make up Flor! This is a part of her connections with Carlos Marlon (Gluttony arc) from Evillious Chronicles!

I just think that this idea is actually so interesting,,, hell I've been thinking that maybe Hyuna could be one of Flor's kids but like a descendants of sorts.

Wait! Maybe!! Sebastian (Alnst OC- his og name is unknown, but he was named Sebastian by his guardian) can be one of Flor's kids, by the fact of his whole clown aesthetic which I guess can be inherited in some way. But I dunnoooo tbh.

This idea is actually just so interesting, and would kinda work well with Flor's character..... (Which, if you want an age for her when she was bred and such; probably around 13-ish? At least 15 I would think though)

Flor is just now; "despite the horrors I stay silly". In a nutshell

(Flor, Cas 🤝 Nyx: having biological children (for Cas & Nyx it's against their will, Flor semi consented to the idea but thought it was a joke). The Emperor (Cas) The King (Nyx) and The Jester (Flor)!!!!!)

[headmate-gambling]

（⭒ ˘ ˘） the crimson dealer has dealt your hand. Let's see..

🩸 ᛝ Names ┈ Creampuff , Alcremie , Cerise , Cinnabun , Bunni , Pastelle , Truffle , Honeybun , Pudding ,

♠️ ᛝ Pronouns ┈ ae/aem , cele/celestials , cer/cerise , chi/chirp , choco/chocos , ci/cinnas , cloud/clouds , coo/coos , crys/crystals , sh♡ / h♡r ,

🩸 ᛝ Genders ┈ Demigirl , Bakerygender , Cozylexic , Bakephoric , Adorablestrawberryais ,

♣️ ᛝ Source ┈ Cream Rabbit (Sonic Franchise)

🩸 ᛝ Age ┈ Permakid , Comficage (10) ,

♦️ ᛝ Cis IDs ┈ Unstable Relational Anxiety Disorder (URAD) , DPD , Empath ,

🩸 ᛝ Trans IDs ┈ TransStarPupil , PermaNervous , PermaTired , PermaKidnapped , TransStockholm , Strawcremescentian , TransAdored , Little Sister ,

♥️ ᛝ Para(s) ┈ 💭 , 🧃 , 🧵 , 🫶

🩸 ᛝ Roles ┈ Omptimist , Jester , Swankid , Memori , Delight , Ogregulator , Rebound , Fawn

♠️ ᛝ Likes ┈ Baking , Small Animals , Strawberries , Gardening , Warm Days , Sunlight ,

🩸 ᛝ Dislikes ┈ Cold weather , Large Animals , Being Alone , Snow ,

♣️ ᛝ Personality ┈ A sweet little kid, who adores all things fluffy and baking. Sh♡ really enjoys baking treats involving strawberries. Cloud really enjoys going on picnics with cinnas near and dear friends. Ae has attempted to sew clothing for celestials friends, but struggles with sewing a lot.

🩸 ᛝ Possible Triggers ┈ Baking , Rabbits , Mentions of Gardening , Springtime ,

♦️ ᛝ Interaction ┈ Okay to Interact

🩸 ᛝ Description ┈ Chi is a very kind hearted and sweet kid. Sh♡ has a love for baking and seeing all of cinnas friends smiling around cloud. Ae gets nervous when sh♡ can't read someone's expression or know what's going on. Cer's gentle and silly energy makes cinna the little sister in any group. Ae tries to plan out fun things to do with clouds friends, even while constantly tired. Sh♡ has a dedication to celestials friends that rivals most people's dedication to their jobs.

[cherrythepuppet]

Haircut...

Little thing for Cinnamon and Sora (They need to interact more if they basically step-siblings) @small-world-au

TW: Glass cuts

Cinnamon stared at the broken mirror as she sat on her knees, She looked at herself and felt uncomfortable while she grabbed her long curly hair before grabbing one of the broken mirror glass shards

She held the glass shard up to her hair but hesitated. She gripped the glass shard so tightly that her hands started to bleed, She squeezed her eyes shut and then used the glass shard to cut directly through her hair

She opened her eyes and saw her long hair cut and scattered on the ground, She looked up back at the mirror and saw her hair now cut and extremely short. She dropped the glass shard and went to touch her hair

She felt somewhat better yet she looked down at her outfit and got up looking at her dress and doing a little spin in it, She looked down at her hair and sighed “You look great…” A voice from behind her spoke up

“C’mon… Let's get ya something new” Cinnamon turned around to see Sora “I found a new sweater you might like” Sora added taking Cinnamon’s hand in his and Cinnamon smiled “A-and let's get your hand patched up too!” Sora exclaimed noticing the bleeding in Cinnamon’s hand

“ACK! Oh my god, I didnt even realize!”” Cinnamon yelped taking her hand away and wrapping it up in the edge of her sweater “Owch…” She frowned as Sora chuckled but soon silence went through the two

“Do… Do you think Tre will still like me?” Cinnamon asked making Sora pause “What? Of course-” “I mean even if he knew…?” She looked up at Sora then back down at the ground

She looked down at the dried blood of her hand wincing slightly “Cinna, If he truly does love you then he’ll understand, Hell love you…” Sora reassured her “And if he treats you horribly then ill tell Stone” He added

Cinnamon laughed slightly “Please don't have him sic Scribble on him…” She replied “No promises… C’mon, we- we definitely need to clean that wound” “Yeah… it's starting to burn”

[littlemarianah]

Chapter 5 - Katniss and Cinna

Probably one of my favorite passages. Cinna and Katniss' first interaction is so sweet, but also so telling. I love what Collins does here. She makes a very appropriate critique of the reality of our word. On one side waste and abundance, on the other lack and hunger.

I also love reading about food lol

[dark-ambition]

🍒 & @mourningstarred

CINNA!

CINNA CINNA CINNA how much I adore them and adore their writing and everything they do. They’ve been one of my favorite mutuals for a long time now and one of my favorite people to write with on this app period. I remember when I first met them through their Fizzarolli muse and the antics they would get in with my characters, before Lute came along when she was first revealed along with Adam and just stole the show completely. I fell in love with how she wrote her, the way we created a whole giant plot together all on our own, all the nights we would stay up chattering away in DM’s talking endlessly about our characters and the plots and ideas we would come up with and explored how our characters would grow and interact with each other, and I loved it. She frankly is the first Lute RPer I’ve ever met and is the one that helped me fall in love with her character so much to begin with, and I’ve treasured each and every story we make together, with Lute and Lucifer especially holding a deep place near and dear to my heart.

I love Cinna to pieces and I frankly would love to call them one of my best mutual friends I’ve ever had here. They are one of the best writers I’ve ever seen and I always love to see what they write next.