#nuts n volts

[coinjarred]

wanted to draw more hair-down Tyrian and Nuts-N-Volts

[candytoothart]

Can’t fight the moonlight

Happy pride from nuts n volts!

[rafecameronssl4t]

Officially your bitch || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

Summary: basically what happened in s1 ep 2 when Sarah is getting a teddy from the boat with Rafe, Kelce, and Topper watching but obvs slightly different. (you being the one faking being hurt)

Warnings: swearing, mention of gun,

Word count: 977

A/n: canon fics are so fun to write 😫

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

Divider by @yoonitos

mood board here

"Jeez, man, this is nuts." Topper lets out a low whistle, staring at a boat nestled in someone's garden bed. "Agatha's a bitch," Rafe mutters. "Damn right, she is," Kelce adds as the three boys gape at the sight.

"I can't get it outta my head. It's on repeat. 'Your move, broski.'" Topper repeats JJ's words from a couple nights ago, when a gun was pointed at his head. "Bro, he had a semiautomatic pointed right at you!" Kelce chimes in.

"That's what I'm saying. It's insane!" Topper scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Safety off!" he emphasizes, his voice rising. Kelce shakes his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and disdain. "That pogue," he mutters, his tone dripping with contempt.

Rafe, who had been staring intently at the waterline, snaps back to the conversation. His gaze sharpens as he looks at his friends. "They're freakin' pogues, man," he declares, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and exasperation.

"You know, you should get a piece," Rafe suggests, his voice steady as he looks at Topper. The gravity of his words hangs in the air. "What do you mean?" Topper asks, a puzzled expression crossing his face as he turns to Rafe.

"You gotta fight fire with fire and defend the homestead," Rafe replies matter-of-factly, as if it's the most logical solution in the world. "Better than being caught without one," Kelce shrugs, offering his own brand of nonchalant support. Rafe nods in agreement, his gaze unwavering.

"Listen guys, I'm gonna get him back, all right? I'm making it a little project of mine," Topper reassures them. Rafe hums approvingly, patting his friend's back. "Yeah, you should," he affirms with a smirk.

Kelce suddenly taps Rafe's shoulder. "Yo, that's y/n." Rafe and Topper turn their heads in unison, their curiosity piqued. They see you kneeling on one knee, talking gently to Joy, your mum's best friend's little daughter.

"Oh, so you left her in the boat?" you ask softly, your voice filled with understanding. Joy nods, her eyes wide with worry. "Okay, can you tell me what she looks like?" you stand up, smoothing down your shorts. Joy looks up at you, her face serious. "She has a trunk and blue eyes," she replies, her small voice clear.

The three boys watch intently as you smile reassuringly at Joy. "Okay, I'm gonna get her for you," you say, turning towards the boat. "Be careful of the electricity," Joy quietly warns. You smile to yourself, touched by her concern, and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you carefully step onto the boat.

"Don't worry, I'll be okay. It's really dangerous, so stay there, okay?" you reassure Joy with a confident smile. Rafe, standing a few feet away, removes his sunglasses, his eyes narrowing as he watches your every move. "What's she doing?" he mutters to no one in particular, his concern evident.

"Watch her fall and make a big drama out of it," your brother scoffs, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed by your antics. Rafe glances at Topper, eyebrows raised. "Hey! There's 14,000 volts in those wires," Joy's mum calls out urgently from the porch, her voice filled with anxiety.

You take a slow, deliberate step onto the plank, feeling it wobble slightly under your weight. With a mischievous grin, you glance back at the onlookers, enjoying the attention. A quiet shriek escapes your lips as you pretend to lose your balance for a moment.

"Hey, y/n, be careful!" Rafe hollers, his voice louder and more urgent now. He takes a step forward, his body tense with concern. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," your mum mutters as she walks out onto the yard, her face a mask of frustration and fear. "Y/n, get down now!" she shouts, her tone a mix of anger and desperation.

"Mum, calm down. I'm an athlete. I got this," you reply playfully, flashing her a reassuring smile as you continue your careful approach toward the boat. Your confidence does little to ease the tension among the onlookers. The plank creaks under your weight, but you maintain your balance,

"You're gonna get electrocuted! Get down!" your mum screams, her voice trembling with panic. You ignore her, your focus on the gentle sway of the boat as you step onto it. "She just wants attention," Topper mutters, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Are you kidding me?" your mum persists, her tone growing more frantic. You turn to face her, a playful grin spreading across your face as you shimmy your shoulders, teasingly.

"Oh my—no. When I tell your dad about this, y/n!" Your mum exclaims, her voice a mix of exasperation and genuine fear. "Y/n, that's not fucking funny," Rafe yells in annoyance, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He watches you with a mixture of concern and irritation, unable to shake off the worry that gnaws at him.

"Little fried y/n," Topper comments, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes the scene unfold. Kelce looks at him, puzzled by the comment, but Topper simply shrugs it off. "Top, your sister's crazy, man," Kelce remarks, shaking his head in disbelief as Topper snorts, "Tell me about it."

With a knowing smile, you reach the boat and spot the disconnected wire exactly where you expected it to be. "I see her!" you call out across the yard as you place a steady hand on the boat.

"Y/n!" your mum's voice echoes for what feels like the hundredth time, a mixture of frustration and genuine concern laced in her tone. "When I tell your dad—" Her words are abruptly cut off by your convincing scream as you pretend to slip into the boat. "Fuck—" Rafe's reaction is immediate, his instincts kicking in as he rushes forward.

After a few seconds, you grab the cord, swinging it in front of you with a smile. Kelce breaks out in laughter at your prank, the sound mingling with the collective sighs of everyone watching. Rafe's face fills with relief and annoyance as his tongue pokes agains this inner cheek. "It's disconnected!" you announce with a laugh.

"Holy shit!" Kelce smacks Rafe's shoulder, his eyes wide with amusement as he looks at you, clearly annoyed and unimpressed. "For the love of God," your mum mutters as she slips her sunglasses back on and strides away, clearly needing a moment to recover from the prank.

"She got you good, man," Kelce snickers, unable to hide his laughter at Rafe's bewildered expression. "Absolute suckers!" you crow from the boat, your laughter ringing out triumphantly. "Babe, you should see your face," you giggle, retrieving Joy's teddy bear. "Yeah, okay, yeah, I'm sorry that I care. All right, guilty," Rafe throws his hands up in mock surrender though his face expression remained annoyed.

As Rafe stands there, still trying to process what just happened, he feels a hand on his shoulder. "Congrats, dude. You're officially her bitch," Topper says with a smirk, offering his congratulations in his own unique way. Rafe rolls his eyes at the jest.

"Alright." Topper gives Rafe a hearty pat on the back. "Officially, did you know that? You're officially her bitch, alright?" Topper's laughter rings out as he teases Rafe, but Rafe isn't having any of it. With a swift motion, he slaps away Topper's hand. "Shut the fuck up, dude," he grumbles, shaking his head in annoyance before striding over to you.

"See! Just further proved my point, bro!" Topper yells amidst his laughter, clearly enjoying the reaction he's getting. Kelce joins in, chuckling at the playful banter unfolding before him.

Rafe reaches you, offering his hand despite his lingering annoyance. You giggle at the exchange, finding his frustration amusing. "Are you fucking crazy?" Rafe spits, his irritation evident, but you can't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Aww, I love you too, babe," you playfully pout, quickly kissing his lips before turning your attention back to Joy, handing her teddy bear over with a smile. Rafe stands there with a defeated look, unable to stay mad for long.

[gophergal]

Hey yeah, sorry. I Ponified your mercs. No, it's more like g3, sorry, dude

Scatter Dash / Starjumper / Heartflare

Barley Burst / Ra-tat-tat / Nuts 'N Volts

Regal Ribbons / Trickshot / Shadow Dancer

[rambling under the cut]

So, in my head, the setting is still more or less TF2's more so than MLP's, though with certain elements from the g3 cartoons. For example, the fact that pegasi are uncommon and unicorns are rare

They still go by their class names primarily. However, I couldn't NOT give them fun pony names lmao

Trickshot's wings are too small for him to fly with, while Aussie pegasi tend to have massive wingspans. He loves sitting in high places because it's the closest he ever gets to flying.

Some ponies theorize that Heartflare is actually a unicorn who lost their horn and went insane because of it. Regal Ribbons will neither confirm or deny this.

Ra-tat-tat will stomp you with his hooves if you make fun of his name. Shut up, little Scout, it is RA not RAT

Starjumper swears that he was a pegasus before his wings were blown off in the war

Scatter Dash's whole family are pegasi. Tom Jones is also a pegasus in this au.

I need to draw Scout's mom and Heavy's sisters in this au. Also Miss P and maybe Saxton. For my health

[thatuselesshuman]

WIP Anagram Tag

Thank you for the tag @wyked-ao3

My word: BIOLUMINESCENT <- DEAR LORD WYKED??

Your word: COLD

B: Barely a day in and I'm already doing worse than the entirety of the 72nd, Jem thought bitterly as he stared up at the bright morning sky.

I: It's like his body was dead set on reminding him that he almost lost his life yesterday.

O: Once again, Jem hated that Katniss was actually observant.

L: Let the Hunger Games begin!

U: (there's no U sentences)

M: Miraculously, they managed to move on from that and began planning what they would do.

I: "I thought it was water, imagine my surprise when it was blood."

N: "Not always," Jem answered with a small smirk. "Sometimes I just don't answer at all."

E: Everything was the same, down to Jem having no idea what to do with himself the morning of.

S: She handed it over, focusing on getting the blood out of her hair as Jem cleaned the weapon.

C: Combined with Nuts and Volts, Katniss and Peeta, and Johanna, I can tell we're all going to get along beautifully! Jem thought sarcastically.

E: "Everyone wants the two lovebirds to survive," Haymitch said like it was an admission.

N: No one outside the Capitol had tattoos, so it was odd for Jem to have them even though he had been living in the Capitol for the last few years.

T: "There's no point in going after any of the other Tributes until we're sure we won't die from starvation," Jem said, the other two nodding.

That took forever.

+open tag

[mariusroyale]

those ppl reblogging my goat/nuts n volts content i love u so much

[wreywrites]

Tiger Shark

Part 5: The Net

Chapter 30

“We thought it was rain!” Johanna splutters as Finnick dunks her again, partly to wash her off, and partly to keep her and Katniss apart as Katniss helps scrub off Nuts and Volts.

Wiress keeps saying “Tick, tock. Tick, tock,” and it’s already driven Johanna up the mast, so we have separated them.

Johanna hauls in a breath as she pops above the surface. “You know, because of the lightning, and we were all so thirsty.”

This time Finnick lets her finish her sentence before dunking her.

She comes up again. She is looking cleaner. “But when it started coming down, it turned out to be blood.” She scratches her fingernails along her scalp, scrubbing more blood out of her hair. “Thick, hot blood.” Johanna takes a deep breath before Finnick pushes her under again. She comes back up and goes on without missing a beat. “You couldn’t see, you couldn’t speak without getting a mouthful.” She goes under again, then comes up again. “We just staggered around, trying to get out of it.” She pauses, staring off over my shoulder at the trees. “That’s when Blight hit the force field.”

“Johanna…” But I don’t know what else to say.

“I’m sorry, Johanna,” Finnick says.

“Yeah, well,” she blinks hard, “he wasn’t much, but he was from home.” She sucks in a huge breath and plunges back under water. She stays down there a long time. She finally emerges, gasping for air, but looking clean and determined, pushing back the hair that has come loose from her ponytail. “And he left me alone with these two.” She waves a dismissive hand at Nuts and Volts, but there is something else in her eyes.

Johanna knows. She knows what I don’t know. What Katniss doesn’t know she doesn’t know.

“I got them out.” Johanna turns to Finnick. “I did my job. I’m in the alliance—right?” She looks desperate.

Finnick nods. “Yeah. You’re in, Johanna. You’re with us.”

She looks at me and opens her mouth, but Finnick shakes his head.

“Come on,” he says, “let’s go get some food.”

Katniss has cleaned up Wiress while Alvan and Cecelia have patched up Beetee’s back. We all sit in the shade as the sun rises higher and higher, Finnick and Haymitch catching Johanna up on the last twenty-four hours of our lives.

“So that’s why you all look like lizards.” Johanna smiles a little.

I raise my eyebrows, but Alvan, who is relaxing in the sun, chuckles. “I’ll bet we do. All scaly ’n’ dappled ’n’ green. Start peelin’ soon with any luck.”

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I must fall asleep again, because I am woken up by Katniss shaking me. If I look anything like her, I do look like a lizard.

“It’s a clock!” she keeps saying, over and over, while behind her Nuts repeats “Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

When Katniss has roused us all, she starts talking a million miles a minute.

The arena is a clock. Lightning strikes at noon and midnight. Johanna’s blood rain in the next wedge from one o’clock to two, then the poison fog, then the monkeys, and at ten there is the wave that carried away our poor wretched jumpsuits.

The wave that carried away Zalea and Tychus. The wave that drowned the boy from Three. The wave that broke the boy from Twelve’s treehouse. The wave that swept me to victory.

The wave that washed away the old Annie, whose flippers I have never been able to fill. She left me a house and a father and friends, a closet full of green dresses, a picture frame that shows the laugh of a boy I will never see again, a nickname I can never live up to.

My foot scrapes against something that isn’t sand. I inhale sharply.

“Careful there,” comes Alvan’s easy voice from behind me.

Without really thinking, I nod, focusing on my feet. We are walking along one of the rocky spokes toward the cornucopia. Ahead of me, Cecelia is guiding Wiress forward, and beyond them is Johanna, then Haymitch, leading the way.

I don’t remember how we got here, or why we are going to the cornucopia. I’m not even sure we’re going to the cornucopia, but I don’t know what our destination might be if that’s not it.

I feel incredibly validated when we stop in the mouth of the cornucopia. At least I figured that out by myself. And I walked myself here. Those are achievements.

Katniss sets Nuts to cleaning the congealed blood off Volts’s coil of wire while the rest of us pick through the weapons that are still in the cornucopia. I notice Finnick and Haymitch making a conscious but subtle effort to keep Johanna and Katniss as far away from each other as possible.

I understand that. If Katniss is going to snap and kill any of us, it’ll be Johanna. They rub each other the wrong way, and yet Johanna went through all the work to bring Nuts and Volts to us, practically pleading to join the alliance. The unwelcome thought crosses my mind that, when this alliance breaks, as it will have to eventually, I will take Johanna’s side. We’ve been friends for three years now and I’m not about to let that go.

They are talking about canaries in coal mines and Wiress is singing while she scrubs the wire and Cecelia is checking Beetee’s back again. Haymitch and Alvan look around at the jungle, hilariously similar in their mannerisms, each with a hand on their waist as they use the other to point and gesture.

And then someone screams.

“Alvan!”

His head whips around.

My gaze follows, too slowly, only in time to see a knife thunk into Wiress’s chest. The boom of the cannon almost masks Beetee’s sorrowful groan, but there is no time to focus on Nuts’s death.

Cashmere is sprinting up the stony spoke in front of us, reaching for another knife. Behind her thunder Brutus, Gloss, and the woman from Nine, whose name escapes me but who I remember Beck telling me to stay away from.

Cashmere throws another knife, but Haymitch shoves Katniss to the side just in time. The knife grazes his shoulder but does no further damage.

Katniss has an arrow on the string and just as quickly it is gone, but Cashmere didn’t win by being stupid. She dives to the side, into the water, and the arrow hisses past where she was just a second ago and buries itself in Brutus’s thigh.

The cannon booms again and I have no idea who is dead. Before I can even puzzle out if another member of the alliance might have been killed, the ground jerks beneath my feet.

The arena is spinning like a merry-go-round. Or maybe just the cornucopia. I cling to the sand for dear life. Then, just as quickly as it started, the spinning stops. I have always hated merry-go-rounds. Laying on the ground, I hear the others sound off, get slowly to their feet, raise their voices in a panic.

“The wire! Where’s the wire?”

By the time I have eased myself upright, still a little dizzy, Katniss is climbing out of the water, hauling the coil of wire. Cecelia sits next to Alvan, whose head is between his knees, his shoulders shaking. Johanna helps me to my feet. Finnick is slapping Beetee’s back the best he can without hitting his wound. Beetee coughs up some water and Finnick nods.

Haymitch’s head looks like it’s on a swivel as he looks here and there, every which way. “Where the hell…?”

“Can we leave now?” Johanna says, that familiar bored annoyance creeping back into her voice.

“Sure thing.” Haymitch rolls his eyes. “Which wedge would you like to go to?”

“The lightning tree,” Katniss says. “That way we have plenty of time to rest up and plan while we know we’re safe.”

“Yeah, of course. Just tell me which way that is,” Haymitch drawls sarcastically.

Johanna, Finnick, and I start off in three different directions. I glance back to see Alvan pointing in a fourth, and Cecelia looking around in wild confusion. Katniss frowns, looking around at the identical wedges of the arena.

“Thought so,” Haymitch says.

“Twelve o’clock, right?” Alvan says, still pointing in the direction the tail of the cornucopia faces. “The tail points at twelve.”

“Before they spun us. I was judging by the sun,” Finnick tries to defend himself.

At least they were being logical about it. I had just gone with my gut.

“The sun only tells you it’s going on four, Finnick,” Katniss says.

“I think Katniss’s point is, knowing the time doesn’t mean you necessarily know where four is on the clock. You might have a general idea of the direction. Unless you consider that they may have shifted the outer ring of jungle as well,” Beetee says thoughtfully.

We have lost our advantage, and we can’t even follow the tracks that Cashmere, Gloss, Brutus, and Nine might have left, because they have either been blown or washed away. Which reminds me…

“The second cannon,” I say quietly.

Alvan slumps again.

Cecelia smiles sadly. “It was Kivvie. She must have seen them coming and yelled to warn us. Enobaria…” She trails off. “We owe her at least some of our lives.”

Haymitch nods.

“But we’re still lost.” Katniss’s question seems self-serving, almost crass, but on her face is a deep respect and something bordering on sorrow.

Beetee shakes his head. “Only temporarily. At ten, we’ll see the wave again and be back on track.”

“Unless we’re in the wave section. Then we’ll all be dead.” Katniss glances at me and then at Finnick. “Well, most of us.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Johanna says impatiently. “We’ll stay right on the beach if that makes everyone feel better. Then we have a fighting chance, even with the wave.” She almost smiles at me. “You might just pull it off again. Wouldn’t that be crazy?”

“Something like that,” I say. “I don’t want to have to do it though.”

Johanna shrugs. “Well, I need water. What’s the plan?”

So we pick a random direction. By the time we reach the beach, we are fairly sure that it’s the monkey hour, and we don’t see any of them in the trees, so we decide to risk it. Katniss taps a tree while Alvan stands guard and Finnick weaves yet another water basket while I strip vines for him.

The work is mindless, and I find myself thinking over our time in the arena. Not in the way that usually happens, where I fade out and listen to the screams from my Games, but in a conscious, curious, confused way. Why do we have such a huge alliance? Why did Johanna risk her life just to bring Katniss Nuts and Volts? Why is Cecelia patching all of us up, making sure we are bandaged and our wounds clean and non-debilitating when she could get rid of half of us by leaving us to bleed out? Why have Finnick and I been catching enough shellfish to feed six to nine people instead of letting the others starve? Why did Kivvie condemn herself to death at Enobaria’s hands to warn us the Careers were coming when she could have been several people closer to victory by not shouting? Why did Haymitch put himself in the path of Cashmere’s knife to move Katniss-

Oh.

We are keeping Katniss alive.

We. Like I’m in on it. Everyone except me is keeping Katniss alive. I look at Finnick. He has that same look he always gets when he’s concentrating.

He glances up at me and grins, then goes back to work.

No. I know that smile. He might not know it yet, but everyone is keeping Katniss alive except for Finnick, who never lets me out of his sight. Who is going out of his way to make sure no one tells me what’s going on. Who is doing everything he can to keep me fed and watered and safe and well-rested. Who will jump ship the minute this plan puts me in too much danger.

But now I know, so I will fight all the harder. I will not let him jump ship. And I will stay with him.

Finnick has finished his basket and hands it to Katniss to fill with water. She takes it, and it is half-full when I hear the high, blood-curdling scream.

Katniss drops the basket, the water spilling everywhere, and runs.

“Wait, Katniss!” Finnick is after her like a shot, calling over his shoulder, “Stay there!” Then he disappears into the trees, still shouting, “Katniss, no! Come back!”

I stay by Alvan. He yanks the spile from the tree and hangs it around his neck.

The same scream echoes through the trees again but worse, so much worse, and Alvan bolts. But not before I can see the realization in his eyes. I run after him.

“No! No, wait!” Alvan shouts, sprinting through the trees down the trail of destruction the other two leave in their wake. “Katniss, come back, they’re-!”

I don’t find out what they are. The scream falls silent.

“Katniss?” Alvan calls cautiously.

There is another scream. Not the little girl. I recognize its beginnings from one day, many summers ago, swimming north of the pier, where sometimes there were jellyfish and we weren’t always careful enough, but now it grows far beyond that. This is worse. So much worse. It is a tortured scream I have never heard before, and one I will never hear again, but I am eighteen again and Mako’s head falls to the ground.

I am running, chasing the sound as it drags on and on. I slam into someone, scramble back to my feet, look wildly around for the source of the scream.

And then Mako’s scream is cut mercifully, horribly short.

“Annie!” Finnick has both hands on my shoulders. “Annie, it’s just a-”

Jade screams. And Coral. And Dad.

Finnick is still talking, trying to keep me here, explain what’s going on. But he has forgotten one thing: I can still take him in a fight. And they are hurting everyone I love.

I rip my arms away from him and run.

Somewhere Rizz is screaming. Mr. and Mrs. Silther. Beck. Mags.

A bird swoops by my head, Jade’s shrill wail of pain following it. An arrow strikes the bird. It falls to the ground, and the scream falls silent.

Other people are screaming. Little kids. A man I don’t know. Someone that sounds like Alvan but isn’t quite.

I look at the bird.

And then I notice the others. The trees are full of them. And every time they open their beaks, a piercing shriek comes out.

All four of us are running, crashing through the jungle, back the way we came. The birds follow. There are Johanna and Cecelia, their mouths moving in shouts we can’t hear over the birds, gesturing at us to stop.

Katniss and Finnick bounce off thin air like birds bouncing off a clean window. I have no time to stop, slamming into a clear wall and falling back onto the ground. The birds are everywhere. What I would give to fade out now. Anything would be better than the screams. I clamp my hands around my ears. I can still hear them. Dad and Coral and Jade and Rizz and I am screaming too.

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“And while we waited for Beck to come back with the ice, we tried to scare off the gulls.”

He sounds horrible.

If the audience didn’t know before, they do now. I am curled against Finnick, hands clamped over my ears, throat raw from my screams. He is sitting against a tree, both arms around me, talking quietly. Some story about catching a big swordfish and not having a good way to store it.

Slowly, I move my hands and look up at him.

His eyes are scared but he smiles anyway. “Hey,” he whispers.

“Finnick,” I rasp, barely holding back a sob. “They hurt them.”

“No.” It’s Johanna’s voice, quiet behind me.

Katniss is in hysterics not far away. The little kids must have been for her. I don’t know anyone younger than me who isn’t in the arena. And Finnick… I’m right here. For a horrible moment I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Mags was in the arena instead of me. But I don’t have to wonder from how tightly he’s holding me. They would have been my screams, not Coral and Jade and Dad. Not Mako. Just me.

Beetee is talking. Something about how easy it is to take any recording of a person’s voice and distort it into those pained screams. How the jabberjays were repeating sounds that have never been real, never been made by the people they were mimicking. But it’s too late. It did what it was supposed to.

Haymitch and Cecelia are sitting next to Alvan as he rocks back and forth on the sand.

“Finnick-”

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he whispers, voice hoarse, pulling me against his chest and kissing my forehead. “I’ve got you. Stay with me.”

I nod. Then it hits me, really hits me. They know now. Not just Snow and his inner circle whose job is to spy on victors and keep up on everything about us—but the audience. Not just Marius and Dalia. All of Panem. Does it matter? If this plan to keep Katniss alive hinged on no one knowing, he could have left me in Johanna’s care, or even with Haymitch. But he didn’t. He’s here.

“Stay with me.”

I shrink against him, tapping on his stomach. Thought they weren’t supposed to find out. Haymitch-

Doesn’t matter now. We’re getting out.

It takes focus to not react to that. I start to tap back, but he beats me to it. Can’t explain. Stay with me. I love you.

I love you too.

~~~                               ~~~                               ~~~

There is a cannon later that afternoon, and the hovercraft has to pick up five separate pieces of whoever it was.

After the anthem plays, we find out it was Seeder. The other two deaths today were Wiress and Kivvie.

Are there really only seven of us dead? I can’t bring myself to voice the question, and before I can dwell on it too long, a parachute floats down. Haymitch, unprompted and unteased this time, grabs it and opens the basket to reveal lots of small rolls of bread. Sadly, they are not cream cheese rolls.

“They’re from my district,” Beetee says, looking up at the spot where they projected the dead tributes. No doubt he is mourning Wiress. No doubt all of Three is mourning her. Hence the rolls.

But there are a lot of them.

“Twenty-four,” Finnick says.

“Three each.” Johanna nods appreciatively.

So we each eat three of the rolls with our oysters and sit on the beach until the ten o’clock waves rolls down. Then we pack up and move to that slice of beach.

Alvan speaks for the first time since the jabberjays, but only to say quietly that he’ll take the watch.

The rest of us settle in for the night. I curl up on the sand, feet toward the water so I can see the length of the beach and trees sprawling in front of me until the curve of the shore takes it away. Sleep, however, evades me. I lay awake, staring blankly ahead, for a long time, listening to Haymitch and Beetee and Johanna talk about something. Their words are lost in the roar of the wave and the thunder of the buffalo herd.

There is a thump and a huff behind me.

I start to roll over, but an arm slips around my waist and Finnick says, “Just me.”

I frown. “Wh-?”

“They already know,” he mumbles. He’s already falling asleep. “So I’m getting a good night’s sleep.”

Hard to argue with that logic.

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[bjgaulton]

Rabbit 'n' Robot by Blair Gaulton

Rabbit ‘n’ the Robot Rabbit watches robot play; enjoys the performance; says man you made my day; can you rap as good as you play? Robot replies; Yo rabbit; I am more than wires, chips, nuts ‘n’ bolts; my words flow faster than a colt; I am a living Volt. When I am finished; you’ll have no Easter Habitus.. Yo rabbit, let’s see if you got it or not…. Yo Robot! I am so so hot, I gotta hop I’ll…

[dragynkeep]

if you had the power to make any 10 ships the most popular and have the most amount of content in the rwby fandom. which would you choose?

freezerburn

monochrome

bellawick / sephora

poly qrowtaisummer

nuts n volts

nuts n dolts

ironwinter

silver shamrock

sunflowyr

valkos

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[3gglady]

I wrote a nuts and volts fanfic!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32170522

I didn’t have time for a lot of art today sorry : /

[coinjarred]

[scrumpylikesthings]

Y’all. @nutsandvoltsweek is happening! NUTS AND VOLTS WEEK IS HAPPENING!!! I know I’ve been N&V happy for the last week and I know I’ve been spamming y’all BUT THEY GAVE ME AN EXCUSE!! 

And I’d love to see more content for them. I’m so hungry for it. Feed me. Give me the fics, the fanart, the gif sets, the animatics, the aesthetic boards OH LAWD GIVE ME THE AESTHETIC BOARDS!!! Even if its only for one day, I will love you forever!

I was given the privilege to do the header art and here’s the little something I did. The husbands do love to dance together. 

[partake-of-the-cheese]

Lola Calligan!!! She’s a pretty good boxer, who always sticks up for her friends and also kicks ass. She’s good friends with Triv, and somehow works her way into becoming friends(acquaintances?)with Marcus (begrudgingly) and is pretty good with her fists. She kinda starts out as a bully before learning how to make friends.

[timelesstimesgoneby]

EPISODE VOLUME 1 DISC 1 BASEBALL BUGS RABBIT SEASONING LONG-HAIRED HARE HIGH DIVING HARE BULLY FOR BUGS WHATS UP DOC? RABBIT'S KIN "WATER WATER EVERY HARE H" BIG HOUSE BUNNY BIG TOP BUNNY My Bunny Lies Over the Sea WABBIT TWOUBLE BALLOT BOX BUNNY RABBIT OF SEVILLE DISC 2 DUCK AMUCK DOUGH FOR THE DO-DO DRIP- ALONG DAFFY SCAREDY CAT THE DUCKSTERS THE SCARLET PUMPERNICKEL YANKEE DOODLE DAFFY PORKY CHOPS WEARING OF THE GRIN DEDUCE YOU SAY BOOBS IN THE WOODS GOLDEN YEGGS RABBIT FIRE DUCK DODGERS IN THE 24½2TH CENTURY DISC 3 ELMER'S CANDID CAMERA BUGS BUNNY AND THE TREE BEARS Fast and Furry-ous HAIR-RAISING HARE Awful Orphan HAREDEVIL HARE FOR SCENT-IMENTAL REASONS FRIGID HARE THE HYPO-CHONDRI-CAT BATON BUNNY FEED THE KIMY DON'T GIVE UP THE SHEEP BUGS BUNNY GETS THE BOID TORTOISE WINS BY A HARE DISC 4 CANARY ROW BUNKER HILL BUNNY KIT FOR CAT Putty Tat Trouble BUGS AND THUGS Canned Feud Lumber Jerks Speedy Gonzales Tweety's S.O.S. The Foghorn Leghorn Daffy Duck Hunt Early to Bet A Broken Leghorn DEVIL MAY HARE VOLUME 2 DISC 1 THE BIG SNOOZE BROOMSTICK BUNNY BUGS BUNNY RIDES AGAIN BUNNY HUGGED FRENCH RAREBIT Gorilla My Dreams The Hare-Brained Hypnotist HARE CONDITIONED The Heckling Hare LITTLE RED RIDING RABBIT TORTOISE BEATS HARE RABBI TRANSIT Slick Hare BABY BUGGY BUNNY HYDE AND HARE DISC 2 BEEP, BEEP Going! Going! Gosh! ZIPPING ALONG STOP LOOK AND HASTEN READY SET, ZOOM! Guided Muscle Gee Whiz-z-z-z-z-z-z There They Go-Go-Go! Scrambled Aches ZOOM AND BORED WHOA BE GONE CHEESE CHASERS THE DOVER BOYS MOUSE WRECKERS A BEAR FOR PUNISHMENT DISC 3 Bad Ol' Putty Tat All a Bir-r-r-d ROOM AND BIRD "GIFT WRAPPED C" Ain't She Tweet A BIRD IN A GUILITY CAGE "SNOW BUSINESS C" Tweetie Pie KITTY KORNERED BABY BOTTLENECK OlD GIORY The Great Piggy Bank Robbery Duck Soup to Nuts PORKY IN WACKYLAND DISC 4 Back Alley Oproar Book Revue A Corny Concerto Have You Got Any Castles? HOLYWOOD STEPS OUT I LOVE TO SINGA Katnip Kollege The Hep Cat THE THREE LITTLEST BOPS ONE FROGGY EVENNING RIAPSODY RABBIT SHOW BIZ BUGS STAGE DOOR CARTOON What's Opera, Doc? YOU OUGHT TO BE IN PICTURES VOLUME 3 DISC 1 HARE FORCE HARE REMOVER HARE TONIC A HARE GROWS IN MANHATTAN EASTER YEGGS The Wabbit Who Came to Supper BOWERY BUGS HOMELESS HARE CASE OF THE MISSING HARE ACROBATTY BUNNY Wackiki Wabbit HARE DO REBEL RABBIT HILLBILLY HARE DUCK RABBIT, DUCK DISC 2 DAFFY DUCK IN HOLLYWOOD HOLLYWOOD CAPERS THE COOCOO NUT GROVE PORKY'S ROAD RACE THE WOODS ARE FULL OF CUCKOOS SHE WAS ANACROBAT'S DAUGHTER THE FILM FAN SPEAKING OF THE WEATHER THUGS WITH DIRTY MUGS GOOFY GROCERIES SWOONER CROONER WIDEO WABBIT THE HONEY MOUSERS THE LAST HUNGRY CAT THE MOUSE THAT JACK BUILT DISC 3 I HAVEN'T GOT A HAT PORKY'S ROMANCE PORKY'S PARTY PORKY IN EGYPT PORKY AND TEABISCUIT PIGS IS PIGS PIGS IN A POLKA PORKY PIG'S FEAT DAFFY DUCK SLEPT HERE BYE, BYE BLUEBEARD AN EGG SCRAMBLE ROBIN HOOD DAFFY THE WINDBLOWN HARE CLAWS FOR ALARM ROCKET SQUAD DISC 4 Daffy Duck and the Dinosaur SUPER-RABBIT DAFFY DUCK AND EGGHEAD A GRUESOME TWOSOME DRAFTEE DAFFY FALLING HARE STEAL WOOL BIRDS ANONYMOUS NO BARKING RABBIT PUNCH AN ITCH IN TIME Odor-Able Kitty WALKY TALKY HAWKY GONZALES' TAMALES TO BEEP OR NOT TO BEEP VOLUME 4 DISC 1 ROMAN LEGION-HARE THE GREY HOUNDED HARE RABBIT HOOD OPERATION: RABBIT KNIGHT-MARE HARE SOUTHERN FRIED RABBIT MISSISSIPPI HARE HURDY-GURDY HARE FORWARD MARCH HARE SAHARA HARE Barbary Coast Bunny 8 BALL BUNNY KNIGHTY KNIGHT BUGS RABBIT ROMEO DISC 2 THE CASE OF THE STUTTERING PIG LITTLE PANCHO VANILLA LITTLE BEAU PORKY NOW THAT SUMMER IS GONE A PORKY IN THE NORTH WOODS YOU'RE AN EDUCATION PORKY'S RAILROAD PLANE DAFFY PORKY THE FIREMAN "A CRACKED ICE C" PUSS N' BOOTY LI GOT PLENTY OF MUTTON BOOBY HATCHED 12 PORKY'S POULTRY PLANT THE STUPID CUPID DISC 3 CAT-TAILS FOR TWO TABASCO ROAD TORTILLA FLAPS Mexicali Shmoes HERE TODAY GONE TAMALE WEST OF THE PESOS CANNERY WOE THE PIED PIPER OF GUADALUPE MEXICAN BOARDERS CHILI WEATHER A MESSAGE TO GRACIAS NUTS AND VOLTS Pancho's Hideaway THE WILD CHASE "A-HAUNTING WE WALL GO H" DISC 4 THE NIGHT WATCHMAN CONRAD THE SAILOR THE SOUR PUSS THE ARISTO-CAT DOUGH RAY ME-OW PIZZICATO PUSSYCAT KISS ME CAT CAT FEUD THE UNEXPECTED PEST GO FLY A KIT KIDDIN' THE KITTEN A PECK O' TROUBLE MOUSE AND GARDEN PORKY'S POOR FISH SWALLOW THE LEADER VOLUME 5 DISC 1 CARROT RABBIT ALI BABA BUNNY BUCCANEER BUNNY BUGS' BONNETS A STAR IS BORED A Pest in the House "TRANSYLVANIA 6-5000 H" OILY HARE STUPOR DUCK THE STUPOR SALESMAN " The Abominable Snow Rabbit" The Super Snooper The Up-Standing Sitter Hollywood Daffy You Were Never Duckier DISC 2 BEWITCHED BUNNY PAYING THE PIPER THE BEAR'S TALE FONEY FABLES GOLDIMOUSE AND THE THREE CATS HOLIDAY FOR SHOESTRINGS LITTLE RED RODENT HOOD LTTLE RED WALKING HOOD RED RIDING HOODWINKED THE TRIAL OF MR, WOLF TURN-TALE WOLF TOM THUMB IN TROUBLE TWEETY AND THE BEANSTALK A GANDER AT MOTHER GOOSE SEÑORELLA AND THE GLASS HUARACHE DISC 3 BACALL TO ARMS BUCKAROO BUGS CRAZY CRUISE FARM FROLICS HARE RIBBIN' PATIENT PORKY PREHISTORIC PORKY THE BASHFUL BUZZARD THE OLD GREY HARE THE WACKY WABBIT THE WISH QUACKING DUCK WAGON HEELS THE DAFFY DOC A TALE OF TWO KITTIES PORKY'S POOCH DISC 4 ALPINE ANTICS EATIN' ON THE CUFF OR THE MOTH WHO CAME TO DINNER MILK AND MONEY I'VE GOT TO SING A TORCH SONG PORKY AT THE CROCADERO POLAR PALS SCRAP HAPPY DAFFY PORKY'S DOUBLE TROUBLE GOLD DIGGERS OF '49 "PILGRIM PORKY T" Wise Quackers porky's preview Porky's Poppa Wholly Smoke What Price Porky VOLUME 6 DISC 1 HARE TRIGGER TO DUCK. OR NOT TO DUCK BIRTH OF A NOTION MY LITTLE DUCKAROO CROWING PAINS Raw! Raw! Rooster! HEAVEN SCENT MY FAVORITE DUCK JUMPIN' JUPITER SATAN'S WAITIN HOOK, LINE AND STINKER BEAR FEAT DOG GONE SOUTH A HAM IN A ROLE OFTEN AN ORPHAN DISC 2 HERR MEETS HARE RUSSIAN RHAPSODY DAFFY - THE COMMANDO BOSKO THE DOUGHBOY ROOKIE REVUE THE DRAFT HORSE WACKY BLACKOUT THE DUCKTATORS THE WEAKLY REPORTER FIFTH COLUMN MOUSE MEET JOHN DOUGHBOY Hollywood Canine Canteen BY WORD OF MOUSE HEIR-CONDITIONED YANKEE DOOD IT DISC 3 CONGO JAZZ SMILE, DARN YA, SMILE! THE BOOZE HANGS HIGH ONE MORE TIME BOSKO'S PICTURE SHOW YOU'RE DOIN'T KNOW WHAT YOUR DOIN WERE IN THE MONEY RIDE HIM. BOSKO! SHUFFLE OFF TO BUFFALO BOSKO IN PERSON THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON BUDDY'S DAY OUT BUDDY'S BEER GARDEN BUDDY'S CIRCUS A CARTOONIST'S NIGHTMARE DISC 4 HORTON HATCHES THE EGG LIGHTS FANTASTIC FRESH AIREDALE CHOW HOUND THE OILY AMERICAN IT'S HUMMER TIME ROCKET-BYE BABY GOO GO0 GOLIATH WILD WIFE MUCH ADO ABOUT NUTTING THE HOLE IDEA NOW HEAR THIS MARTIAN THROUGH GEORGIA PAGE MISS GLORY NORMAN NORMAL

[hemo--goblins]

I hate to ask this because I know you’re upset right now and I don’t want to remind you of the thing that’s causing it, but what does n+v jailbreak mean? I know it refers to Tyrian and Watts but I can’t figure out what n+v stands for

yeah that's nuts and volts jailbreak, meaning tyrian breaking watts out of prison, which basically every nuts and volts stannie has been praying for ever since watts was put into custody

i feel like it makes more sense for tyrian to do it than cinder because tyrian was the one he contacted, and it would give him a good chance to interact with qrow and stoke the fires of his rage. and also because i'm just kinda sick of cinder being the one doing everything, v7 was a nice change of pace in that regard