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Trick or treat! 🎃💉

the re-appearance of dan's bedsheet ghost. this time with eye holes, clothes, and a buddy

[snepfeathers]

If it's not too late, trick or treat!

(If you want costume suggestions, Melody from SLARPG or Noelle from Deltarune is my pick!)

you have received.... a treat!

happy halloween!

[navybrat817]

I'm curious, nonnie, is your dad available?

Maybe I can be your new stepmom.

You know, since I'm so old.

[jomadis]

I HAVE MORE STICKERS FOR YOU ALL

After MONTHS of my printer throwing a tantrum, I finally somehow got it working again, and now I have more stickers for you all!!!!!! I also took updated pictures to try and organize my shop better, and I think the bicolor backgrounds are cute!!!

We've got four new faces this time around: cae-SILLY-an, tiny Blossomfall Briarlight and Bumblestripe, tiny Lightleap Pouncestep and Shadowsight, and tiny Mothwing Hawkfrost and Tadpole stickers!!! I think they all turned out super cute-- come check them out!!!! And even if it's not your thing, I appreciate ya reading this far! My shop mainly has Warrior Cats, random animal/zoology, and Wings of Fire stickers, but I'd like to expand more! Either way, thanks for stopping by!!!! <33

Psst as a bonus some orders will recieve tiny black footed cat stickers as freebies! (As long as supplies last lmao)

[ohno-pleasure]

14 & 22!

My go-to is a bra shot like this one

If there was more of my body I could take nice pictures of, I totally would lmao.

22. God I wish I could remember 😭💔 I've only had like two sex dreams and I remember neither of them lmao

[meekmedea]

i’m obsessed with you presidential run post!

especially the part of hilarius winning and then in turn immediately trying to recruit coriolanus and clemmie.

i have this imagine in my head where he invites them both to the heavensbee mansion for dinner and it’s so elaborate (and it’s literally just for the three of them) and he’s like “so. you may be wondering why i have called you all hear today”

“hilarius it’s just the three of us. sit down.” -clemensia

“i have an important proposal.”

“we know we can’t handle being the president on your own, heavensbee.” -coriolanus

OMG I'm glad you liked - it was your poll that spawned the post!

AKGHKH the dinner! Hilarius attempting for professionalism (Clemmie and Coriolanus aren't having it).

ahh now I've got some more thoughts.... heh.

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The Dinner

Let's face it, there's no way they don't both say yes. For completely different reasons though.

Coriolanus -> for political reasons + spending time with Clemmie

Clemensia -> purely to keep Coriolanus in check

Hilarius counts the dinner as a success

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The school year under Student Council President Hilarius Heavensbee (aka the year that things got DONE)

People have quickly figured out that if you want things done - go to Clemmie or Coryo. They WILL get you results quickly. If you go to Hilarius, there's a slight delay (+ he makes you go look for those 2 anyways)

Inadvertently, 2 factions have been created. Neither faction head has realized this. Yet.

Eventually the tension reaches Clemmie and Coryo. "What do you mean we can't fund [insert thing A]?" / "Because we have to do [insert thing B] first!"

Felix sneakily suggests they depose the other faction head (Coryo), Clemmie reluctantly turns the offer down because she's not breaking the rules!! She's going to get her way and nobody will dare to say that she's done some underhanded means to get it.

They force have Hilarius to make the final decision. (The rest of the student council fears taking a side)

Hilarius: I recruited you two so I don't have to make decisions! Why am I being forced to make decisions! (Secretly he fears them too - being stuck in a debate between them isn't for the weak of heart)

Hilarius probably does make the two of them work together for something - "To show that the student council is united on all fronts," - Hilarius, probably.

Once they figure out a rhythm, things are relatively smooth sailing, with occasional squabbles.

Hilarius goes down in Academy history as THE most successful student council president.

[mollywog]

Trick or treat!

Your choice! 👻

Hello Nonny! Welcome in! Have some candy

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And as a treat…

A quick alternate POV to Rommate!

He pulls the last tray of rolls out of the oven before checking the clock: 5am. Peeta’s no stranger to early morning baking, all those years growing up in the bakery, but not like this. He’s been up for nearly twenty four hours at this point and stress baking for the last eight.

He turns off the oven and slumps against the counter, wondering how he’d gotten here.

The week started out well enough. Great actually. He’d woken up on the couch Sunday morning to a face full of hair. Somewhere in the middle of their movie marathon he’d fallen asleep and so had his roommate who was snoring softly sprawled across his chest. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. He used to wake her or carry her to her room, but then one night she’d protested the move, burrowing deeper into his shirt and it had felt so impossibly good to be wanted by her, if only as a pillow, that he’d given in and fallen asleep too. It hadn’t been awkward the next day, so he’d stopped attempting to move her at all after that.

He’d been enamored with Katniss Everdeen since he was a kid, but it hadn’t been until just this past year that they’d ever really spoken. A job opportunity had brought him back to Panem and his friend, Johanna, who had just bought a house, had said her old roommate was desperate for a new one. He’d been surprised to discover Katniss was said roommate, even more surprised to find she had no objections to the arrangement. And just like that, he was a boy again with a massive crush on Katniss Everdeen. At least this time they were actually speaking.

He’d been seeing someone before the move, but in the end the long distance relationship hadn’t lasted a month and he wasn’t all that disappointed.

Since then, he’d been biding his time. He thought he knew Katniss well enough to anticipate her reaction to a declaration; Any sudden movement could spook her. So he’d determined to play the long game. They already lived together, spend most of their spare time together, even slept together most nights, though strictly in the literal sense of the word: there was no reason to pressure or rush her… he only hoped it didn't take five, ten, or fifteen years.

So on Sunday morning when he’d shifted his weight to look down at her face, free of it’s usual scowl, and she’d clutched his shirt possessively, whispering his name, he thought maybe, just maybe, it might be more than the lazy utterance of a sleep addled mind.

But the mood seemed to sour as the week progressed. He wondered if Finnick had said something to her like he’d been threatening, because when they got back from trivia on Tuesday Katniss had gone straight to her room and had been cagey ever since. He decided against asking directly, instead pretending all was fine while he considered how to best dispose of Finnick’s body after he murdered the traitor.

But his own concerns fell to the wayside yesterday when she’d called off work; she never did that.

He’d been so eager to discuss his idea for Katniss’s birthday when he and Prim had made plans to meet earlier in the week, but as they discussed Mockingjay Pines’ cabin registration, all he could think of was getting back to check on Katniss - sick and alone.

He beelined home after a brief stop at the store for sick day essentials, only to return to an empty apartment…

Maybe she ran out to get supplies on her own? He started preparing dinner for two.

An hour later the chicken noodle soup was ready, but still no Katniss. He was beginning to worry. How sick had she been? Maybe she went to urgent care?

No. She would have let him know if she was that ill.

Maybe she ended up feeling better and had met up with their friends? But when Johanna texted to heckle him to come out, she had ordered him to drag Katniss along too…

If it was any other week he’d just text and ask what she was up to, but her silence and absence felt intentional. Time dragged until he couldn’t stand another second and he fired off a text: Roommates can ask when to expect the other home, right?

He immediately regretted it.

He couldn’t help but reread the message back in his mother’s tone, laced with passive aggression and guilt.

Worse still was her one-word response and the purple crescent moon alerting him that ‘Katniss has notifications silenced’

She wasn’t at the hospital, or with their friends, or with Prim… it must be a date. A date that apparently was going well if she wouldn’t be home tonight. He racked his brain for who it might be. Maybe her childhood friend who always had a hard on for her was in town, or maybe the red haired bouncer who was constantly flirting, or worse still; someone new she’d never mentioned and he’d never seen coming.

Suddenly his silent pining strategy felt pathetic. He should have let her know how he feels. Surely the rejection would be better than things left unsaid. But now it was too late.

He didn’t know what to do so he decided to do what he did know and because he was thinking of Katniss, he baked all her favorites: cheese buns, apple tarts, breakfast rolls with orange glaze.

It keeps his hand occupied, though nothing can keep his mind from racing. But now at 5 am he’s run out of ingredients and energy, so he drags himself to bed. His head has just hit the pillow when he hears the key in the lock. Her tread is silent but he can imagine her trek through the apartment to her room across the hall, but the familiar creak of the door is his, not hers. He turns to find her standing in the doorway and when he lifts the covers in invitation, there is no hesitation: She crawls into bed beside him. She tucks herself into his chest and his arms wrap around her instinctively as he realizes she’s still in yesterday’s pajamas. So maybe she hadn’t been out on a date after all. Maybe it wasn’t too late.

He breathes a sigh of relief, but just as the world seems to be righting itself again, Katniss throws him for one final loop when she mumbles into his neck, “I’m so glad you didn’t sleep with my sister.”

On Ao3

[midnight-mourning]

TRICK!

Witch Moon needs help with the laundry

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Hewwo ive come for a kokichi saihara candy combo because a friend pitched me danganropa via showing me kokichi and i am now insane and need an escape. Which seems unlikely. Happy halloween to the funny blorbos

not doing requests, there's no picking the candy you get! :P

good luck with escaping your personal blorbo brainrot hell and happy halloween!!

[ohhcinnybuns]

Trick or treat

Every night, he heard a voice singing a song in his dreams, and the lyrics changed each time they met. The young prince knew this voice was singing for him - calling to him - to find them. He's heard them many times before. 

He wanders the halls of his quiet, unlit castle, stone walls reverberating the enchanting sound, embracing him. He follows its trail through closed and open doors, becoming more frantic by the second, his search taking him out of his palace’s magnificent doors - where the world around him changes. 

He is no longer in his silk pajamas, replaced by a red cape and a belted sword at his waist. He wears his regal attire in red, black, and gold accents with black bottoms and leather gloves. On his head sits a crown that has yet to be bestowed upon his head, and the prince takes a moment to process that this is the outfit he recently had asked tailored for his eighteenth birthday - a glimpse at his future self. A look of surprise crosses his ocean eyes as he opens and closes his fists to test the elasticity in his gloves. The clothes fit him a bit big, and he frowns. 

‘Is this…a vision or a dream?’ he wonders. There is no time for deep thoughts now. 

He scans his surroundings, blank as a canvas, listening again for the loop in melody drifting in the air until it comes to him again. A gentle tone that would make anyone falter and fall to their knees. He jogs slowly at first. Then faster, afraid he'll never reach his destination.

Before he knows it, he is trotting past his castle walls and beyond his village’s boundaries, wooden accents and scenery left behind until he comes to a halt in an open breezy meadow, where a faceless singing figure stands across a wheat field - waiting for him, enveloped in a soft gold light. The prince's heart drums heavily against his chest as he takes a second to catch a quick breath, his lungs inhaling the mixed notes of mud and dewy grass that fill the air. 

With a final inhale, he straightens up and locks his gaze on the illuminated apparition before him. He steps forward, anticipation rising in his chest with his every step; the sword at his hip clinks like a bell, signaling his arrival, while the tall grass sways and parts for him in a welcoming dance. 

The figure waits for him patiently, continuing its melody and stretching out his hand. The more the prince walked the foggy path, the more he felt he needed to know why the faceless ghost sought him relentlessly after many moons. 

‘What do you want from me?' he wished he could ask, taking their outstretched hand and standing before them. The silhouette brings the prince’s small frame closer into their embrace with a gentle tug, their other hand gently caressing his cheek to ease any reluctance. The prince has come to learn not to fear their presence, but he doesn't stop the subtle blush and gulp that frames his freckles. He found he could never speak before them, too enchanted by their melody and ghostly caresses to make any words.

The shadow steps away from him slowly, holding the prince’s hand and giving it a gentle tug to accompany them. The prince follows but eyes the figure with suspicion. As he trails behind the figure, he notices the greenery around them begin to wilt. What were previous vibrant colors and peach hues have suddenly become grey and muted, all color drained until it was a grainy filter before his eyes. 

The apparition leads him through fuzzy forest paths that seem all too familiar yet unrecognizable without their tinted tones. They stop before a lone white door at the heart of its thicket, and the prince furrows his brows. The figure stands before it, their other hand on the knob, hesitating to open it as if questioning their decision. They glance back and squeeze the prince’s hand, singing their final lyric in a whisper, expecting an answer, 

“…I’m hoping for a gentle end… Come with me? It's fate…” 

The prince grimaced, a knot forming in his stomach at such a thought before his dream world slowly faded away…

Trick-or-Treat

[snepfeathers]

Trick or treat! It's a cute pumpkin coloured saberwolf! Hope you have an amazing Halloween!!

you have received.... a treat!

pumpkin colored indeed! perfect for halloween - have a good one!

[navybrat817]

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here’s a thought i’ve been having about the movies as a poor representation of the books; we know they cut out a bunch of everlark and really botched the relationship between katniss and peeta, but i think this might’ve had to do with the fact that they picked older actors to play teens.

i thought about this because i was thinking of the rooftop picnic form cf (my favorite scene from the whole series) and how disappointed i was when i first saw the movie and it wasn’t there. but thinking about it now, it just wouldn’t feel right with josh & jenn. it feels like the perfect first date for 17yos. josh & jenn just never portrayed them light heartedly.

[augentrust]

I must know about Judge, Jury, Executioner!

fancy seeing you here! :D [wip ask game]

this is the same ikithon trial fic that we chatted about during the last writer ask game! it hasn’t gotten very far, but i keep a doc open so as not to lose track of it

snippet below the cut!

“First things first.” Beauregard drops a large scroll on the table before them and nudges it to roll open. It takes Caleb a moment to recognize the numbers and names in various squares.  “I don’t need this,” he feels compelled to point out as Yasha inspects the calendar.  “Good for you, keen mind,” Beauregard says, commandeering his mug to use as a paperweight for one of the corners. The remnants of dinner are still strewn about, making a cramped situation worse, and Caleb has to rescue the small paper bag containing his apple tart as she gestures for Yasha to weigh down the other corner. “Not all of us are walking clocks, though, and this is a group calendar.”  “...group calendar.”  “Yeah. Babe, pass me a quill?” Yasha plucks one from where Caleb was taking notes before dinner and hands it over. While Beauregard busies herself with ink – thankfully not of Caleb’s quality selection – Caleb shoots Yasha a questioning look, glancing between her and the calendar. She offers him a slight shrug.

[meekmedea]

hi medea! i was thinking about how movie!clemmie never reappears after the snakes and how it implies she died - how do you think clemensia dying might play out in the book ‘verse?

maybe she still has the confrontation with coriolanus post-bombing, but that’s the last time anyone sees of her. maybe those scales spreading turned out to be lethal. maybe a couple people asking after her once the interviews pass by and the games near, and coriolanus rebuffs a few people saying he’s “heard she’s sick” - except clemensia doesn’t make a reappearance.

at what point would endymion/aelia start demanding answers for their daughter’s whereabouts? at what point do the mentors start to actually question where their popular classmate/friend has gone (especially in the whirlwind of dealing with their own tributes and the upcoming games)?

Ooh this is an interesting one to think about. Confrontation-wise, are we considering it as when she shows up in his hospital room, or when she makes her first public appearance where she lashes out at Coriolanus in front of others?

Because I think the outcome might vary slightly.

Regardless, her death has to be announced to her parents since there's probably no way they can cover it up indefinitely.

Scenario 1: After that hospital room confrontation, she dies.

This one hurts her parents A LOT, given they still haven't seen her once. I wonder how the doctors would disguise the fact that Clemmie has scales on her. Maybe cremate her and say it's for preventing the illness from catching?

Nevertheless, this hits hard, because all Endymion + Aelia know is their daughter was so sick, they couldn't visit. Then next thing they know, she's dead and all they have is her ashes. It's suspicious.

By now, other mentors have died, with grand funerals of their own. Maybe the Ravinstill administration is attempting to go that route too for her, but Endymion is PISSED. Like this feels like a cover up. (It sort of is)

It comes as a shock, I think, to all her classmates. Especially since she'd just disappeared and was told she was sick. Like isn't the Capitol advanced enough??

Her parents probably talk to other parents and by extension, this information about Endymion and Aelia being concerned about Clemmie's death spreads to the other mentors. Someone probably let's slip about the assignment that Clemmie and Coriolanus were assigned. This makes Coriolanus the last person to have seen her.

Endymion and Aelia probably ask him for details, and it puts Coriolanus in an awkward position. Does he lie? Does he tell the truth?

I don't think he'd tell the entire truth - but whatever he does say, it's so vague that her parents know something is up.

Clemmie's situation feels like it was spun as an accident in the book to everyone else. Like accidentally coming into contact with something. And it's probably too late for Gaul to come out and say the truth, because even if she does, it seems like an excuse.

Endymion probably talks complains. Aelia does too. Hard to tell where the rumours are coming from, but suddenly there's a lot of scrutiny and blame cast Gaul's way.

Maybe this isn't enough to force her into an early retirement, but it's putting pressure on her and President Ravinstill.

Maybe Gaius' death is the final push to get Gaul out of being involved the games. Like you recruited our children into this and sent so many to their deaths. How do you answer for this?

Scenario 2: After lashing out publically at Coriolanus, that's the last time the mentors see her alive

The other mentors are probably a bit more affected here. Because at first, she's sick and yeah, maybe there's concern. But when she comes back for a day, they're like, okay, well she's fine now. That's good.

But now that she's dead? This probably gets them talking, even if the games are coming up. And they likely all remember Clemmie's outburst with Coriolanus. How it was so out of character for her? Maybe they're now wondering: ok, what happened that day? Why was Clemmie acting like that?

There's more questions directed to Coriolanus than he's comfortable with. And based on how he's not really able to answer, his classmates are a bit suspicious. Was Coriolanus at fault? Hmmm... Nobody outright accuses him (yet) but there are rumours and theories flying around.

Extra points if her parents found her dead in her room. And in their freak out, they find out about the scales and are like: WTF? I was told it was a flu, but you performed human experimentation on my daughter?

Pres. Ravinstill now has to deal with two more grieving/furious parents (it really isn't a good look with how many mentors that died before the games even started). The Dovecotes want answers.

Unfortunately those answers were most likely unsatisfactory.

If Endymion caught whiff of those rumours that maybe it's Coriolanus' fault, I don't think it's looking good for Coriolanus if Endymion approaches him for answers.

I'd say the games continue and events follow TBOSAS where Coriolanus' cheating gets revealed and he's sent off to 12. Except this time, his chances of coming back to the Capitol are really low. And if he does make it somehow, Sejanus' death probably doesn't help his reputation.

Endymion's character is more similar to Cleopatra - death is very much on the table.

A guarantee that the Snows keep falling into misfortune. Of course, there's nothing that ties back to the Dovecotes.

People might whisper that it's some sort of karmic retribution though, given how it's implied that Coriolanus' ambition led to Clemmie's death. How true that rumour is, is another story. But it's a good story that people enjoy spreading.

[v88sy]

the way that lone star's carlos's middle name is also thomas... tim really likes the name thomas and tommy i think😭

You know, I've watched that show since the beginning and I ever caught that either, or even remember hearing it. He must be special to get a middle name, hardly anyone has one of those. 😂 But, yeah, I think you're right, it's common and he really does seem to like it. Let's hope he likes it enough to keep this Thomas around, collect them like Pokemon 🤭