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What are your thoughts on the District 11 tributes in the 74th (Rue and Thresh) and 75th (Seeder and Chaff) The Hunger Games?

How do you think life differs between Distinct 11 and 12?

*Spoiler alert*

What do you think about the inserted scene of rebellion in District 11 in the first movie (scene after Rue's death)?

Thank you :)

@curiousnonny

I don't know if I can say anything specifically about the tributes of district 11, but I find it interesting that there is a certain connection between d11 and d12.

Katniss finds something of a ally/friend in Rue, and Haymitch have something similar with Chaff. It would seem that they're neighbors and somewhat similar, but as it turned out, there are some differences.

All districts feel this oppression of power, but sometimes in different ways. Katniss is kind of surprised when, during the victory tour, she sees the situation in other districts from the inside. She's used to the fact that everyone around doesn't care about the existence of her home, everyone is simply indifferent to their hunger, hard work and poverty. However, in district 11 it feels different. There are strict rules here that no one will turn a blind eye to.

Rue says that she loves music, this music brings people together during hard work. It seems to me that people here are more united than in d12, they're trying to survive together, and not by themselves. Even such different Thresh and Rue still remain neutrally friendly to each other.

Thanks to a conversation with Rue, the mockingjay sang for the first time. And it is in d11 that we see the first vivid act of rebellion. Maybe d11 contains friendship and solidarity that helped keep this spark alive.

Sejanus Plinth moodboard

He is the best boy, totally in love with him. I am still crying about his fate, he didn’t deserve that.

Currently I am in process of making few more moodboards dedicated to characters from Ballad of songbirds and snakes, so stay tuned.

Have fun and enjoy( I know it is hard with this character)

Coriolanus *Coryo* Snow moodboard

Tigris Snow

I can’t find words that would describe how much I loved her character and how Hunter Schafer is a perfect casting for this role.

Lucy Gray Baird

Also known as Songbird

In love with her songs

Just started rereading The Hunger Games after years and got to the part where katniss is like "this used to be Appalachia"

Now I'm imagining a world where the capitol invaded district 12 instead of bombing it.

Just so many soldiers disappearing because sweet, innocent Primrose told them that if they see a deer with unusually vibrant coloration they should pet it because it gives good luck and therefore getting eaten by a Not-Deer

Forget the tactical advantage 12 has because only miners can navigate the mines, the capitol will lose the war off of the natural threats of the mountains

Hunger Games Eyes Top to bottom: Katniss- Glimmer- FoxFace- Clove

Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly.

Oh you think your life is sad? Try living in real life district 12 (please rescue me I deserve sm better)

District 12 being one of the poorest, underfed Districts showing how ripe a revolution really was and they were also coal miners and associated the most with music and singing and mockingjays and songbirds they were literally the canary in a coal mine

STRANGER THINGS X GAMES AU EDDIE MUNSON TRIBUTE FROM DISTRICT 12

The girl chosen from his district with him was Christina (Chrissy) Cunningham, the daughter of the mayor. He promised her he would win for her.

His mentor was an old friend from the hob Maxine (Max) Mayfield.

STRANGER THINGS X HUNGER GAMES AU

The order that the members of the party won their games:

1. Jonathan (13) District 8

2. Steve (14) District 4

3. Will (12) District 8

4. Max (13) District 12 / Lucas (13) District 7 (they won on a quarter quell, 2 people could win that year)

5. Eddie (17) District 12

6. Nancy (17) District 1

7. Robin (18) District 5

8. Mike (17) District 1

9. Dustin (18) District 3

10. Erica (16) District 7

As you can see I changed their ages a bit.

Their ages: (sort of)

Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie are the same age (oldest)

Nancy and Robin are 1 year younger than Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie (middle)

Will, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Dustin are 2 years younger than Nancy and Robin and 3 years younger than Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie. (Also, middle)

Erica is 3 years younger than Lucas. (Youngest)

El/Jane is a mutation created by the capital that got out of their control and ended up in the arena in Mike's year. She is a year younger than Mike.

STRANGER THINGS X HUNGER GAMES AU MAX MAYFIELD TRIBUTE FROM DISTRICT 12

Max and Billy were reaped in the same year during a quarter quell where 2 people had a chance of winning. Both went in with the intention to keep each other alive. Early on in the game, they get ambushed by 3 careers, and Billy ends up fighting off 2, but Max ends up nearly getting stabbed by the male tribute from District 2 (where she got her wepons). Lucas makes himself known and killed the male tribute from behind and joins an alience with the siblings.

Once the pool is down to the final 7 (them included), a mutation is released into the arena, where Billy ends up sacrificing himself so that Max and Lucas can run. Max watched him die and went nearly insane with pain and anger and ended up taking out the other 4 tributes on her own, with Lucas trying to keep her from falling apart.

Obviously, lumax happens throughout their time in the arena. When he joined the alience, he admitted to following the siblings trying to find a way to ally with them, Max starts to call him stalker after that. Later, Max ended up taking out a tribute from District 5 as they tried to steal from them, which is when Lucas started calling her madmax.

Some traditional art for the soul

FOR SO LONG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE MAD ABOUT THE ENDING ALL MY FRIENDS WERE LIKE "it was so touching and why are you so mad chill" THIS POST THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

*bangs hands on table* THE HUNGER GAMES WERE FULL OF TRAGEDY FROM BEGINNING TO END AND THAT FUCKING EPILOGUE ERASED IT ALL WITH FLOWERS AND A SUNSET AND LAUGHTER AND A FUCKING SUNDRESS AND I WILL NEVER NOT BE ANGRY ABOUT IT

THANK YOU!!! SOMEONE SAID IT!!!

I CANNOT BELIVE THE AMOUT OF PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN THE OG SERIES WHO KNOW HOW JOHANNA, FINNICK AND OTHERS WERE TREATED AND STILL LIKE SNOW!!!

all the people sympathising with snow and saying they can't hate him anymore after watching tbosas... y'all let awful white men get away with ANYTHING as long as you find them attractive and it SHOWS

I wanna scream this is so good

District 12 being one of the poorest, underfed Districts showing how ripe a revolution really was and they were also coal miners and associated the most with music and singing and mockingjays and songbirds they were literally the canary in a coal mine

Can you write something with Katniss meeting Coriolanus wife. And she's like 'he wasn't always like this' ???

thats so depressinggggg but absolutely its my job. sorry its so short tho, i tried but this felt like an end ykwim?

He was my man, but now he's just a stranger...

(no ship ig, kinda Hunger Games trilogy! Coryo x wife!reader)

Queen of Hearts vibes

Summary: Katniss meets the First Lady of Panem.

Meeting [Name] Snow was a slow anticipated reach into the tresses of the Capital 'nobility'.

Katniss was slightly terrified, having heard that she was a scary woman who would order Peacekeepers to cut your head if you even passed her.

All Snow's are Lions, she'd learned, aiming for nothing but the kill.

But looking at her now, with her long, shimmering, dark blue dress cascading over her frame and her sad [e/c] eyes gazing into the bright rose garden, she had nothing but sympathy in her veins for Snow's wife. By her tensed body, Katniss knew she noticed her walk into the room.

"You know, that rose garden and I, we aren't much different. He prizes us but he says we do nothing but wither." She gazed at the brunette, analyzing Katniss' emotions through her bright green eyes.

" He wasn't always like this...I miss those times."

Katniss burst into laughter, shaking her head as disbelief struck her core.

" No, a man like Snow was born evil, and they deserve to rot in hell."

A slow, sad sigh fell from the First Lady's lips, reminiscing about the life she had with Snow before his yearning for power.

" That's what I thought too, till I fell for nothing but his sweet smile..."

Remnants of Ashes

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Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1097

Summary: Gale Hawthorne, now a Peacekeeper in District 2, struggles to adapt to its ambitious, unfamiliar atmosphere while haunted by memories of Katniss Everdeen from District 12.

***

District 2 was a world apart from District 12, place of stone and metal rather than ash and coal. Gale Hawthorne tried to make this new district feel like home, but the familiarity of District 12's ruins haunted him. The bustling activity of District 2 felt foreign, the people here driven by ambitions and ideals so different from the grim survival that had characterized his old life.

Each morning, Gale woke with the sun. He dressed quickly, leaving his small apartment and heading out into the city before the streets filled with people. His role as a Peacekeeper was a pragmatic choice, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He told himself it was for the greater good, to help rebuild Panem—but deep down, he knew he was running from ghosts.

He was running from Katniss.

Katniss Everdeen. The girl on fire. The Mockingjay.

To him, she had been so much more than just a symbol.

She had been his partner in crime, his confidante, his closest friend. But the war had changed everything. They had changed, and now, she was a phantom pain, an echo of what once was.

***

It was a Sunday when Gale decided to visit the training fields. It was a place of order and discipline, filled with recruits who were eager to shape the new world. He watched them sparring, their movements precise and calculated, so different from the desperate skirmishes he had known.

"You're here early," a voice said, breaking his reverie.

Gale turned to see Lyda, one of the senior Peacekeepers, approaching him. She was a tall woman with a sharp gaze, her uniform crisp and spotless.

"Couldn't sleep," Gale admitted, shrugging. "Thought I'd come see how the new recruits are doing."

Lyda nodded, her expression softening slightly. "You still think about her, don't you?"

Gale's jaw tightened.

"Every day."

That night, Gale couldn't sleep. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence.

The nights in the woods with Katniss, the warmth of the fire, the shared stories, the unspoken bond between them. Those nights were gone, buried under the rubble of war and time...

He got up and walked to the window, looking out at the city. District 2 was thriving, rebuilding itself with a ferocity that mirrored his own determination. Yet, it felt hollow.

No amount of anything could fill the void left by Katniss.

Gale sighed and turned away from the window. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small, battered notebook. It was filled with sketches and notes, plans for traps and strategies. But between the lines of his meticulous handwriting were glimpses of another story— drawings of mockingjays, notes about hunting trips, fragments of poetry that he would never admit to writing.

He flipped to a blank page and stared at it. Slowly, he began to write.

***

Weeks turned into months, and Gale threw himself into his work. He trained recruits, devised new strategies, and worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of the district. He became known as a strict but fair leader, respected by his peers and subordinates. But despite his accomplishments, the emptiness lingered.

***

One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Gale found himself wandering the outskirts of District 2. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the dusty heat of the city. He walked until he found a secluded spot, a small hill overlooking a valley. He sat down and let the silence envelop him.

"Hey, Catnip," he whispered to the wind. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to talk to you."

He paused, taking a deep breath. "I miss you. I miss us. The way things used to be before... everything. I know things can never go back to the way they were, and I don't even know if you'd want them to. But I can't help thinking about what we lost."

Gale closed his eyes, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. "I wish I could tell you this in person. I wish I could see you, hear your voice. But I can't. So I'll just keep talking to the wind and hope that somehow, you'll hear me."

***

As the seasons changed, so did Gale. He found solace in small things—a recruit's success, a well-executed plan, the beauty of a sunrise over the mountains. He began to accept that Katniss was a part of his past, a cherished memory that he would carry with him always.

One day, while sorting through his belongings, Gale found the notebook again. He flipped through the pages, smiling at the memories. When he reached the end, he saw the words he had written that first night in District 2.

"Katniss, if you ever read this, I want you to know that I forgive you. And I hope you can forgive me too. We did what we had to do, and we survived. That's all that matters."

He closed the notebook and placed it back in the drawer. It was time to move forward.

***

Katniss's POV:

Katniss stood by the rusted fence, the setting sun casting a golden hue over District 12. Memories of Gale flooded her mind. Unbidden. Unrelenting.

Gale.

The name alone caused a pang in her stomach.

His grey eyes, always intense, haunted her thoughts. The woods had been their sanctuary, a place to escape the harsh realities of their lives... their laughter, shared meals, and whispered dreams of a future free from the Capitol's grip.

Now, those dreams felt like distant echoes.

The fence, once a boundary she and Gale had often crossed together, now felt like a wall separating her from her past. Katniss ran her fingers along the cold metal, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips. Each ridge and rusted spot a reminder of times gone by.

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. She closed her eyes, breathing it in deeply, trying to anchor herself in the present. But it was no use. Her thoughts drifted back to the days when she and Gale would venture beyond the fence, into the wild, untamed woods where they could be free, if only for a while.

She could almost hear his voice, low and comforting, as he spoke of rebellion and hope. "Someday, Katniss," he had said, his voice filled with conviction, "someday things will be different. We won't have to live in fear."

But someday had come and gone. The rebellion had happened. The world had changed.

Effie Trinket watercolor illustration I did for the "Hunger Games" DVD countdown competition. I love her outfits, makeup and wigs and had fun illustrating her.