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I know ppl talk about the parallels between Katniss and Lucy/Sejanus/Coriolanus but can I talk about the parallel between her and Reaper for a moment. Tributes from the poorest districts, arguably the ones who you would assume would look out only for themselves, taking the time to grieve openly, to honor the dead. Their defiance of the Capitol, even if it may kill them. That there is a kindness in them that can't be smothered.
I don't think it's an accident that they both take a younger female tribute under their wing, and it's her death that ignites that spark in them.
Reaper Ash, the flame that died out and Katniss Everdeen the girl on fire.
#finally got to watch ballad yesterday and i wanted to sob#also this applies to the movie specifically since i read that things were different in the book version of tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#reaper ash#katniss everdeen#in this essay i will#rue the hunger games#dill the hunger games#even the girls having no known last name#history repeating itself over and over#pixie fever ; angel dust#this series man.......#*smacking the top of katniss' head* this girl can fit so many ghosts of the past
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Reread TBOSAS because the movie is coming out soon (Going to watch it on Tuesday actually :))) so drew some of the tributes of the 10th game. Mostly a combination on how I imagined them when reading and a bit of the pictures that has been released of them of how they look in the movie :)
#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#thg#tbosas#lucy gray baird#reaper ash#dill tbosas#coral tbosas#mizzen tboas#lamina tbosas#district 12#district 11#district 4#district 7#thg fanart#tbosas fanart#artists on tumblr#fan art#digital art#procreate#hunger games#the 10th hunger games#when it comes to the how the movie designs influenced me I just drew that from memory#didn’t look up any pictures while drawing this#anyways the tributes of the 10th game lives rent free in my head#kind of want to draw Jessup tanner and brandy now :]#dill#coral#mizzen#lamina
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The Hunger Games Appreciation Week 2024
➸ Day 6: Favourite District — 11
Well, I’ve learned one thing today. This place is not a larger version of District 12. Our fence is unguarded and rarely charged. Our Peacekeepers unwelcome but less brutal. Our hardships evoke more fatigue than fury. Here in 11, they suffer more acutely and feel more desperation. President Snow is right. A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
#thgweek24#thgedit#thehungergamesedit#tbosasedit#filmgifs#moviegifs#filmedit#dailythg#gifs#userwahine#thg#tbosas#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#district 11#thresh#the#reaper ash#dill#seeder#chaff
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Cannot stop thinking about thresh and reaper in the hunger games movie. Two black boys who are shown to really strong and could easily take out the other tributes. And how they're precieved as violent because of it.
But when they enter the arena they're seen as the exact opposite. The only death that we see thresh take on screen is clove bc she kept bragging about rue's death. Which we can tell hurt him bc if you look at scenes before the games he seems to be protective of her. And he could have easily killed katniss but he spares her life because katniss humanized rue.
And with reaper. We're told that he killed a peacekeeper in his district and he threatens snow but in the arena its shown that the only thing he cares about is protecting dill. He even defends her from attackers in the beginning and tells her to stick by his side.
And I cannot stop thinking about rue's death. And how although it is violent (a spear through her body) it's not shown in a grotesque way (I don't think we even see blood when she pulls it out). And with dill it's a similar situation. A girl with tuberculosis who drinks water that she doesn't know is filled with rat poison. And when she drinks it she doesn't convulse or do anything dramatic she just lays down and dies.
And I can't stop thinking about how those deaths are instantly humanized. Katniss and reaper both scream in anger when they find out about it. They cry about it. And then they instantly mourn her. Katniss stays with rue until the end and sings with her until she passes and then gathers flowers to give her a proper burial. And it's the same with dill. Reaper grabs her body (and the other tributes and removes their weapons) and he covers them with the flag of the capitol. To show that they're the cause of tributes deaths.
And then katniss and reaper bodly faces the camera and expresses disdain for what's going on. Katniss raises the 3 finger salute and reaper screams "are you gonna punish me now??"
And I cannot stop thinking about how when thresh dies you don't see any of it you just hear screams. And when marcus is in the arena he is tied up and beaten and shown as an example bc he ran away and he could have easily died a violent death from the other tributes. But he is given a mercy killing by another tribute. And when Jessup dies. It's because he has rabies from protecting Lucy gray from the bats on the train. But he also dies in a non violent way bc he was given water to scare him away and he just ends up accidently falling. And how when reaper dies its him being engulfed in snakes because he finally accepted his fate.
And idk this probably doesn't make sense bc it's currently 4am in the morning but as a Black fan I am glad that in a world where my people are constantly dehumanized and our graphic deaths are released in video format for the world to see and be desentized too....
It's nice to not see anything violent and dehumanizing about us in a series about kids dying to the death. Like everyone knows that the black kids are gonna die but they could have done something really violent with them and it's nice to not see that happen.
#the hunger games#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#reaper ash#thresh#rue#jessup diggs#marcus#dill#hush ke#my only critique is the colorism in rue and dill casting but that's a topic for another time
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I was 7 when the first Hunger Games movie came out and watched it within those two years of its release. Rue had always stuck out to me. Rue and Cinna. One because they were two out of three black characters, and two because of the amount of screen time they got.
At the time I didn’t realize it, but now that I’m older the HG movie was probably one of the first forms of media I consumed as a child where a black character wasn’t a stereotype of their race and culture.
What I love about Suzanne’s writing is that at face value her black characters are rooted in stereotypes. At least Thresh and Reaper. But what makes Suzanne so much better than loads of writers, game makers, directors, etc is that her black characters have so much more depth. Thresh and Reaper come off as aggressive and blood thirsty. They also have a stereotypical ‘strong black man’ body type. But what makes them full of depth is that that is not all they are. Both Thresh and Reaper were aggressive to deter the other Tributes from attacking them. They were gentle, kind, and full of mercy when it came to Rue and Dill (and as we saw Katniss and the other Tributes as well). Reaper especially with how he cared for the dead in during his Games.
The sense of community in District 11 that is shown through just four characters is telling. In the movies when they rebelled. Or in the books when D11 sent their loaf of bread to Katniss in gratitude. When that old man saluted Katniss.
I just love that her characterization of her black characters actually hold depth. Especially as side characters. She could have played into ignorance and say that they only served a purpose through their death, but she didn’t.
District 11 will always be my favorite District.
All of the characters of color in the HG universe hold a special place in my heart.
And although Cinna and Boggs are only black in the movies, they’re black in my heart when I read the books too.
#the hunger games#peeniss#everlark#suzanne collins#black characters#thresh#rue#reaper#dill#let black characters be more than stereotypes#suzanne thank you#catching fire#mockingjay#district 11 you will always be famous to me#district 12 will be the fandom’s favorite#but district 11 shall be mine😌
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this is a bit embarassing to admit and its niche but I HAD to share this okay. All this time I thought the entirety of the thg fandom just universally agreed (headcanon) that katniss' scents are along the smells of pines and wood and smoke. That makes sense. And then Peeta always has cinnamon and dill to him. This combination is present in almost all fic I've read so I assumed it's purely headcanon and I was curious why out of all scents a baker can smell, why dill? why cinnamon???
and then.
oh my god.
cinnamon and dill IS CANONICALLY Peeta's faint scents! it's shortly mentioned in mockingjay and I just discovered it in my re-read now. Katniss smelt faint scents of cinnamon and dill in her dream when she's missing her peeta.
I can't believe this I'm pushing myself down the stairs.
#like cinnamon is such a soft sweet scent#ofc its the obvious choice of smell#that will cling to a baker#esp it's really strong you can smell cinnamon from miles away#and dill has a fresh and green vibe to it#aaaaaaaa#peeta mellark#everlark#the hunger games
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When Our Stars Cross Paths; II Treech x Mentor!Reader
Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader
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Warnings: None
Sweet Angels🪻: @nemesii @mrsyixingunicorn10 @chmpgneprblem
You had no reason to be this nervous.
That’s what you tried to convince yourself as you added the finishing touches to your outfit-a pair of teardrop shaped garnet earrings and an array of silver rings. You brought your hands down to smooth out your olive green dress, opting against wearing the flashy uniforms of the Academy.
The train carrying the tributes was due to arrive at the station in just under an hour, yet you had failed to get yourself to leave the comfort of your apartment. You wrote it off as being a perfectionist and wanting to make sure you embodied the glamour that was the Capitol. But you knew the truth deep down…
You were terrified.
Despite your outwardly confident and bold persona, you had always chased validation from anyone who would give it to you. After you had started expressing your distaste for the Capitol’s vision of the Hunger Games, your parents had almost seemed to forget you existed. Preferring to ignore you than to come to terms with the fact that their daughter was a district sympathizer.
So as you touched up your eyeliner, you started brainstorming ways you could win over Treech’s trust. You knew he wasn’t going to be pleased to have to talk to any Capitol citizen, especially after what you saw of him during the Reapings. The resentment, the bitterness, the disgust.
However Treech hadn’t been the only person who garnered your interest. The girl from District 12, Lucy Gray had put on a spectacular performance following her reaping. Despite her misfortune, she had shown an impressive amount of spunk and moxie. Something that immediately made you gain respect for the younger girl. Coriolanus, who had originally been displeased at being selected as her mentor, had reveled in the attention his tribute gathered, which had transferred over to him. That was the thing about Coriolanus, he loved people who benefited him. You could tell from the mere way he pretended to tolerate Sejanus’s presence. Tight lipped smiles and strained conversation, Snow wasn’t always the most discreet about his true feelings. No matter how many times the district boy tried to convince you of Coriolanus, your opinion hadn’t been swayed. You knew that deep down, the blonde had a small hope of working his way into Mr. Plinth’s good graces through Sejanus. He was a leech, as your grandmother would’ve said.
Gathering your canvas bag—which was filled to the brim with chicken salad sandwiches, water bottles, various fruits you had gathered from your kitchen, and freshly baked pastries, you made your way to the front door. Although you were only given the task of taking care of one tribute, it felt inhumane to only bring food for Treech. After hearing how some of your classmates reacted to their “unlucky picks”, you knew some—if not most of them wouldn’t bother to show up.
The walk to the train station helped to settle some of your anxieties. You adored the outdoors, and wished the Capitol had spared some of their natural forests and mountains instead of urbanizing every square foot of land they could take. The land that had remained untouched however, had been combed over by you, memorizing every blade of grass and every species of bird you came across. Many mornings where you allowed yourself to skip class had been spent taking nature walks with Sejanus, and even Clemmie and Lysistrata when they gave in to your pleading.
Despite your “radical ideals”, you still took pleasure in the company of several of your fellow peers. Before Sejanus moved to the Capitol, you, Lyzzie, and Clemmie had formed an unofficial friend group, spending your school days before the war weaving flower crowns and hosting elegant tea parties. Even now the three of you took care to ensure the longevity of your sisterhood, organizing girls’ days where you binged outlawed romcoms and ordered from whatever takeout sounded the most appetizing. This wasn’t to say they were your only friends, you and Diana were both fond of atronomy, and partnered with each other whenever the topic arose during class. And Festus had been known to forge late slips for you after one of your morning excursions, in exchange for some of your homeade sweets. Even Arachne, as stuck up and anti-district as she was, held a significant amount of respect for you, which you reciprocated. Both of you admired the other’s bluntness and unwavering loyalty to their respective opinions.
Your blissful reflection of your youth was interrupted by a rather grim thought, or rather a reality check. Twenty three kids were going to die. And while you had the privilege to lose yourself in your imagination of the freedom and opportunity you would be granted once you graduated from the academy, you had spared barely a single thought to the pour souls you were about to come face-to-face with. The weight of your bag pulling down on your shoulder eased some of your guilt. You couldn’t save them, but you could ensure they were well taken care of until the bitter end.
As you approached the entrance to the train station, you caught glimpse of a bright vermillion coat. The same coat you had chosen to bury deep in your wardrobe, in favor of a more approachable summer dress. Suddenly refreshed from the excitement of meeting another student, your pace picked up and you rushed around the corner to see which of your peers had had a similar idea to yours. Though to your dismay, you were greeted by the out of breath face of none other than Coriolanus Snow. He gripped a white rose firmly in his hand, his Academy uniform sticking out like a sore thumb against the muted colors of the train station. The peculiar color of the rose indicated he must’ve convinced his grandmother or ‘Grandma’am’ as he and Tigris affectionately referred to her as, to pluck one of her precious roses from her rooftop garden.
While you weren’t a fan of Coriolanus himself, the feeling didn’t extend to the rest of the Snow family. Tigris, his cousin was a stylist—though a heavily taken advantage one, at the boutique you often frequented with Clemmie and Lyzzie on your girls’ trips. The older cousin possessed a sweet and docile demeanor that made you instantly fond of her, often stopping by at the boutique for minor readjustments that you could’ve easily fixed on your own, just for the opportunity to converse with the tall blonde. You learned a lot about the Snow family from these visits; from Coriolanus’s childhood nickname, Coryo—which you found to be endearing despite his character, to the financial struggles they had burdened since they were both orphaned during the war. These small glimpses into the boy’s life had slightly altered the way you saw him. While you would never be able to trust the boy or let alone build a rapport with him, you sympathized with his struggles and hardships.
Lifting your gaze from your bulky canvas bag to the blonde boy standing in front of you, you offered him a gentle smile. Maybe he was maturing after all. Nobody else had bothered to show up for their tribute, not even Sejanus, thought that was most likely due to the dread of having to come face-to-face with a former classmate who viewed him as a traitor.
Coriolanus returned your gesture, though a bit more forced and strained on his part. His eyes were darting back and forth all around the train station, most likely looking for the train that would be pulling in any second now carrying the tributes.
Carrying Treech.
Your quickly spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a throat clearing. You turned to face Coriolanus, who looked as if he was about to speak to you, when the deafening sound of a train horn sounded from down at the end of one of the tunnels.
It was now or never.
Quickly making your way towards the edge of the tracks where the train was currently pulling in, you shuffled your canvas bag from one shoulder to the other. Suddenly quite fearful of the interactions that were about to take place. You hadn’t thought of if they had food allergies or not?? What if one of them was vegetarian?? Could you afford to be vegetarian in the districts?? Before your thoughts could spiral any further, a great fume of smoke erupted from the front of the train, the grand locomotive coming to a complete stop just feet in front of you. Snow wasted no time maneuvering around you and making his way to the back of the train cars, where Lucy Gray was bound to get off. You however, stayed where you were, rocking on the heels of your mary janes as you waited for the tributes from District one to disembark. You had managed to snag a sheet off of Dean Highbottom that contained a list of all the tributes names and their respective districts when he was to intoxicated to notice. A quick glance at your cheat sheet reassured your slight qualms over forgetting their names, Facet and Velvereen.
After a brief few moments of anticipation, the doors of the car flew open and two dirty sickly looking teenagers in matching white cardigans hobbled onto the platform. Facet going first and turning around to offer his assistance to Velvereen, a gesture which she gladly accepted. This small act of chivalry seemed to restore your confidence, and before you could think, your feet were moving towards the pair. A determined smile creeping up onto your face.
“Hi! Are either of you two hungry?”
The pair quickly spun around, eyes wide and startled as if they were frightened by the mere sound of your voice. Getting a good look at their faces for the first time, they looked quite different than the grainy images you had seen from a distance in the Academy. Facet’s golden hair was matted after days of travel, and Velvereen’s heart shaped face was rounded with a softness that made appear to be much younger than she actually was.
Sliding the canvas bag off your shoulder, you held out the bag for them. Offering the goodies and an encouraging smile.
Facet was the first to reach in, hesitantly pulling out a cherry danish before ultimately backing away. After catching a glimpse of the sweets her partner had pulled out, she deemed you safe enough to approach and reached in to grab two water bottles. A peacekeeper then approached, ushering the two to keep moving across the station. They were quick to scatter off, but not before Velvereen sent a soft smile your way.
Making your way down to the next train car, you were met by Marcus and his district partner, Sabyn, both looking weary and confused as they hopped onto the platform.
“Sandwiches? Water?” You offered, slightly intimidated by Marcus’s muscular stature. Sabyn didn’t seem to hold any of the hesitation the pair from District one had, and quickly reached in to grab two sandwiches and a brownie wrapped in tinfoil. She passed one of the sandwiches off to Marcus, and while he eyed you from where he stood, he quickly scarfed the sandwich without a complaint. Sabyn took her time, gently unwrapping the warm brownie from the tinfoil, almost as if she was scared it would disappear if she moved too fast. Once unwrapped, she too quickly ate her food, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips as her hand went towards the bag for a second. However, just as her hand grazed the canvas material, she seemed to recoil as if the bag was burning to the touch.
“It’s okay, you’re more than welcome to take a second.” You were beyond relieved that you were able to provide some sort of comfort after what appeared to be an exhausting journey. Meekly, Sabyn allowed herself to reach back into the bag, this time pulling out a slice of carrot cake. She quickly stowed the sandwich and baked good in her pocket before turning to Marcus, waiting to see if he would take anything. He shook his head, already paranoid at the vulnerability they were displaying to this stranger. Sabyn seemed disappointed by his reluctance but still gave a polite thank you before turning back to walk towards her partner.
Time seemed to fly as you made your way down the cars, stopping at each one to offer your depleting bag. The pair from District three seemed skeptical, but in the end the boy, Circ took a water bottle before the two were pulled away by peacekeepers. Coral from District four was put on defense as soon as you approached, but backed down when she saw how weary her district partner, Mizzen looked. The boy who couldn’t have been older than thirteen, shot out towards the bag after Coral gave him a nod of approval, ultimately grabbing a sandwich and chocolate chip cookie which seemed to intrigue him greatly. Coral gave a curt but polite thank you as she protectively led the now buzzing boy away. Hy and Sol from District five were too dehydrated to be cautious of the welcoming stranger before them, and immediately pulled out two water bottles which they proceeded to down in a few desperate gulps. You smiled at their eagerness and pulled out a few berry danishes, offering them to Hy who had finished his water first and was now wiping his mouth with the back of his dirty jacket. He gave a quick glance to Sol, who nodded encouragingly to him. He gingerly took the pastries, offering a dimpled smile before he and Sol were ushered across the platform. You moved down to the car which contained the pair from District six, Otto and Ginnee. While both appeared to be dehydrated and emaciated, they ultimately refused anything from the canvas bag, scattering off after being startled by a peacekeeper yelling a few meters away from the three of them. Shifting the bag back onto your shoulder, you made your way down to the next car, coming to a halt as you realized who you would be met by…
The doors to the car banged open, and a teary eyed girl you recognized as Lamina appeared in the shadows. The sight of you sent a small whimper to escape from her lips and the redhead quickly vanished back into the shadows as another face emerged.
Treech looked to be almost a completely different person than the one you remembered from the Reapings. His eyes no longer wide and fearful, but rather sharp and observant. His dark curls were still hidden underneath the worn out hat, and his well defined jawline twitched as he looked out across the station, not paying any particular attention to you. After a brief scanning he hopped down onto the platform, turning around to offer his hand to Lamina in a similar fashion to that of Facet. Lamina gingerly took his hand slightly stumbling off onto the platform as she braced herself against Treech’s shoulders. Now deciding that this would be the time to introduce yourself as his mentor, you cleared your throat before approaching the pair.
Lamina who had already noticed you, cowered behind Treech, very much still on edge from the Reapings as well as the train ride. Confused at Lamina’s sudden fright, Treech turned to see what had scared her, and was slightly shocked to see that it was not a peacekeeper or another tribute, but rather a girl.
“Hi, You must be Treech! i’m Y/N, your mentor!”
A/N
Sorry there isn’t as much Treech content this chapter as y’all probably wanted 😭. I don’t want to rush this series and want to spend the first few chapters really building the MC’s background. The good news is that my classes are dying down for winter break and i’ll be posting A LOT in the coming weeks, might even post a third chapter tomorrow 😌.
Would you guys like me to make a playlist to go along with this? Or mood boards?
xoxo
#district 7#the hunger games#tbosas#hunger games x reader#thg#thg series#treech tbosas#treech x reader#lamina#reaper ash#jessup#dill#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#clemensia dovecote#jessup diggs#sejanus plinth#sejanus deserved better#tigris snow#enemies to lovers#enemies to friends to lovers#tbosbas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosbas x reader
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New pics from entertainment weekly!!
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#tbosas#clemensia dovecote#ashley liao#coriolanus snow#tom blyth#lucy gray baird#rachel zegler#dr gaul#wovey#coral#mizzen#sejanus plinth#Sejanus#dill#tributes#lamina#treech#reaper#bobbin
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one of my favorite things about tbosbas is that Suzanne used what I like to call the 'fanfic author naming method' when naming the tributes bc I have, in fact, googled 'ocean themed names' while writing a fic and it was so obvious that she did the same thing. I also just love that she gave us all their names bc it makes it just that much sadder
#tbosbas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#coriolanus snow#lucy gray baird#sejanus plinth#treech tbosas#lamina tbosas#dill tbosbas#reaper ash#susanne collins#the hunger games#catching fire#mockingjay
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alliances & tearful goodbyes.
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#tbosas#tbosbas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#thg#lucy gray baird#jessup diggs#wovey#coral#dill#tanner#treech
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my roman empire are the district 11 boys taking care of the district 11 little girls
#rue#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#abosas#katniss and peeta#district 11#dill#peeta supremacy#everlark#thg series#thg
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Forgot to post it here, anyways Reaper and Dill! Such a sweet duo, appreciate their extra scenes in the movie :’)
#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#the hunger games#thg#tbosas fanart#thg fanart#reaper ash#dill tbosas#dill#artists on tumblr#fan art#digital art#procreate#ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas art#thg art#hunger games#hunger games fanart#the hunger games fan art#district 11#reaper tbosas
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There is something so special about District 11. The love, and loyalty. The kindness passed on to other tributes. They are my Roman empire.
#District 11#Rue and Thresh#Reaper and Dill#they are my favorite#I cannot express my complete love for them#THG#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#reaper ash#Rue#Thresh#Dill#THE PARELLELS#Suzanne Collins is a genius#a master of her craft
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I have such a soft spot for District 11 tributes.
Thresh, Rue, Reaper, and Dill. All of them were so wholesome and didn't deserve the end that they were given.
#my babies#district 11#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#catching fire#mockingjay#thresh#rue#reaper ash#dill#૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა BRAIN DUMP
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Inspired by a comment @spiralling-thoughts made on one of @persephoneprice’s Sejanus posts!! Her takes are based check them out it’s really thought provoking even if you don’t fully agree
Sejanus goes into the arena to sprinkle breadcrumbs over Marcus’s corpse and wait for one of the tributes to kill him, but Gaul doesn’t send Coriolanus in after him this time. No, she believes that the tributes killing Sejanus in cold blood will be more than proof enough to hammer her theory home. Except none of them do. They know Sejanus is there, and as the sun rises so does the rest of Panem, but none of them do a thing. This boy brought them food after all, even though he wasn’t their mentor, just to try and be nice to them. He was nice to them. After Lamina wakes up and notices him, she asks him what he’s doing there, and he explains the breadcrumbs situation. It sparks a conversation about loss and grieving, and mentally Sejanus snaps out of whatever grief/rage induced haze he’d been in that made him think any of the tributes would kill him just because. These are kids, why did he think they’d be vengeful enough to kill him just for wearing the Academy uniform? Wtf is wrong with him?
They talk some more and end up on the subject of home, at which point Reaper appears early to swap the flag for food (though this time for Dill as well, because she’s still alive) because if Lamina’s talking to Sejanus that means she might be willing to talk to him without killing him instantly. Reaper leaves soon after but does drop some info about the culture in 11. Not much changes on the surface, but a fundamental shift has occurred in the arena. This was an even more unexpected shakeup than going into the games with almost half of the tributes already dead. Now what are they supposed to do? All tributes decide to keep to themselves to see how this unfolds without being part of any possible fallout. This means that the next day or two are… quiet. Very quiet. Occasionally a tribute pops out to collect sponsors, but they disappear again soon after.
The Capitol is shown a different side to the tributes they didn’t get to see before now that there’s someone in the arena who doesn’t have to die. They’re more willing to talk, which leads to some very revealing and heartbreaking conversations as other tributes join in briefly our of curiosity. It quickly becomes clear that all of them are just kids and all they wanna do is go home. Eventually, Treech sneaks over and asks Lamina if he can offer her anything in exchange for one of her older food packets, since Pup sent her new ones already and she was willing to exchange with Reaper. Sejanus asks why he’s not just asking Vipsania for anything, to which Treech responds she hasn’t sent him anything yet and he doesn’t expect her to, since she made it clear all she cares about it winning the prize and she’ll gladly see him starve to get it. Sejanus is properly outraged by this, but Treech shrugs and tells him there’s not much any of them can do, but he appreciates the sentiment. Just then, Vipsania (who does care about Treech now but never got around to showing it) sends over several food packets. Lamina and Treech end up trading something anyway, since they both had something the other liked more.
Lucy Gray and Jessup appear to talk about their mentors and hear about Sejanus’s experience with them, as well as talk about 12 and the Covey. Bobbin and Wovey discuss fancy fabrics, Circ and Teslee ask about the Capitol tech stuff they don’t get to mess around with, Tanner, Coral, and Mizzen show up to talk about their respective districts, the list goes on. There’s an underlying tension, but there’s also a sort of… truce, almost. The Capitol just needs entertainment, so they’ll stretch it out without deaths for as long as possible lest they be that death themself. As the days go on the Capitol starts to be more and more against the idea of watching these kids die. The interviews got them invested in these kids and got them rooting for specific ones, but as they open up to Sejanus without attacking anyone more and more it becomes harder to root for just one. And rooting for one means accepting the other will die, which they don’t want to do.
Eventually, the Capitol decides it’s not worth upsetting their citizens over what their taxes are being wasted on when there’s literally zero payoff and they just get everyone out of the arena and send them home.
#no link sorry it is 4:30 AM and my alarm goes in 3 hours I ain’t jumping those hoops#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#the hunger games#10th hunger games#hunger games#treech#treech tbosas#tbosas treech#treech thg#fix it au#sejanus plinth#lamina#lamina tbosas#lamina thg#bobbin#wovey tbosas#reaper ash#dill tbosas#lucy gray baird#jessup diggs#mizzen tbosas#coral tbosas#tanner tbosas
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