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in celebration that nmau and hg au are now the same length, here is an unfortunately true quote from @ddeongies

playlist updated + reorganised!

It's Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day so am I sending you my love and best wishes!! 💖✨💖✨ First off, this ask is making me realize that I have still not started your Hunger Games AU and I will definitely rectify that once I'm done sending all these asks. Second, just wanted to thank you for everything you've written and shared with us. I've only read the spicy fics you've written and I feel a bit weird just saying "hot stuff!," but it is hot stuff for sure. I cannot wait to read more of you have and be able to have deeper things to say after.

hiii oh my gosh!! I didn't even know fanfic writer appreciation day was thing, but thank you so much for mentioning me!! 🥹

im so glad you enjoy my work, and trust me those "hot stuff" comments make my day no matter how long they are!! looking forward to see what you think about hgau! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

I’ve been rereading i bet on losing dogs and I just love the plot line. I have a theory that Yeji is gonna be like Katniss and Ryujin like brainwashed Peeta 🤔🤭 But regardless I’m excited to see what you have planned for the rest of the story.

hello anon!

okay I’m so glad I got an hgau ask because I needed some motivation

all I can say to your predictions: 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk! who knows! (no spoilers in this house)

some things may play out in the way you’re predicting and some may not…

working hard on the next chapter, promise it will be out soon! thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts, I always appreciate them so much 🥰

just wrote three pages of pure trauma for ch 12 of hgau who’s ready to CRY

‘Archer Girl’s Gold’

“You could live a thousand lifetimes and still never deserve that boy”

-Haymitch

Notice !!

Hunger Games AU wherein Katniss fell first

“The Archer Girl misses her trophy boy,

When she shot out arrows to win his heart .

But her trophy boy only wanted gold.

A golden target is ridiculous, don’t act so coy.

Still, gold doesn’t come from arrows of wood,

Her trophy boy wants a trophy girl.

Yet this “trophy” girl is covered in soot,

From all the fires she burned to be your first place pearl.

Oh Archer girl, you aren’t made of metal,

And you shouldn’t cry to be.

Metal and marble never love,

Flesh loves, and flesh heals.

Metal can only bear the weight of its own,

Banged and bruised against the pressure of the rust it had grown.

So tell me Archer, is he really the apple of your eye?

Because I’ve seen you pierce apples twice his size.

So if he wants a trophy girl then let him comply,

Because she’s no one’s trophy wife no matter the gold she strives.”

—慧诗

Oh, that sounds awesome. Who won?

Anyone ever heard of a httyd/hunger games au? I mean, think of the potential! It's not a perfect match, but at the very least it would be interesting, maybe.

No problem, I understand.

Anyone ever heard of a httyd/hunger games au? I mean, think of the potential! It's not a perfect match, but at the very least it would be interesting, maybe.

6) Burn like a Mockingjay 15) Why am I unloved? and 32) The Other Side of Beacon Hills please

3 for the price of 1. Alright then this will be a long post😎😎

6) This one was inspired after I watched Catching Fire and Mockingjay. To create a Teen Wolf AU in a Hunger Games setting. Now there will be characters from Hunger Games since President Snow isn't a pathological liar like Gerard but is a mass murderer. It is a Thiam story too. Theo is from the Capitol and his family are loyal elites to President Snow. Liam is a tribute who happens to be forced to join the Hunger Games alongside female tribute Hayden. To make the game interesting and crush the rebellion, Gerard suggested to Snow and Heavensbee to make the 75th Annual Hunger Games a mixture of new tributes and tributes who won before for the sake of eliminating the uprising (and kill Katniss).

But when Theo sees Liam for the first time in the Capitol for the Quarter Quell, a fire burns inside of Theo. One that spreads it's wings like a Mockingjay, a bird he often hears about in secret. Liam is the arrow to his Mockingjay as the two cross paths at the Annual celebration, unaware of the tragic carnage that lies ahead.

15) For this particular one shot, it is in the same universe as Burn Like A Mockingjay. But it focuses on Nolan's pov and what he goes through. I am not sure about others but to me I felt like Nolan's parents weren't the best at taking care of him or his emotional well being hence his serious anxiety and insecurities from time to time. He was often neglected and abandoned. (Which is what makes me think how Monroe was so easily able to manipulate him at first)

In this AU, Nolan is from the Capitol and is the child and heir to his parents enormous fortune who couldn't care less about Nolan's well being or emotions as they spend their entire lives partying and living extravagant lifestyles. Because of this, Nolan felt unloved and unwanted by his parents. When his sweet grandmother dies to natural causes he is left at the behest of his parents servants and avoxes. From childhood to adolescence, Nolan was lonely and didn't make any friends at the Academy. He is at the bottom of the circle with love and social cues. This makes him go through a series of emotional traumas that often led to him feeling depressed. It isn't until Plutarch Heavensbee takes him under his wing and mentors him as the next gamemaker where he wants to know if he is loved. Until one day, the day of the tributes coming to the Capitol, he bumps into the boy he long had a crush on since he first saw him win his last Hunger Games, victor tribute of District 3 Brett Talbot.

32) I am actually still brainstorming this one but I do have plans to add canon events here considering Beacon Hills High was heavily focused for the main characters. This will focus mainly around Brett, Lori, and then OCs I will add as the series main characters alongside the other two and incorporate the environment of Devenford Prep. Since uniforms are the dress code, I will make it have an atmosphere of prestige and elitism too.

There will be snippets of Liam being in here too until he transfers as it will focus on Brett's and Liam's rivalry while at the same time focusing on Brett, Lori, and the OCs he surrounds himself with along with an additional plotline that will give Devenford Prep written screen time. One of the canon events that will kickstart the story in Brett's pov is Heather's disappearance by the Darach since I have a headcanon that Heather attends Devenford Prep since she was nowhere attending Beacon Hills being that she was Stiles's childhood friend.

My attempt at their tribute parade outfits

My Life Ended When They Called Your Name - DBDA HG AU - Chapter 12

Tribute Parade outfit reveal! And the boys have an important conversation 👀

GIRL DO KISS PROMPT 4!!!!! I meant to send this sooner but I had to do farm stuff 😔

farm girl problems 😔😔 (i live in the city i have no idea what farm problems are)

i took this from thg au im writing (i see u anon im sending u lil messages trust!) so its angst duh... i apologize... ik its supposed to be an apology and technically it is!!! i hope u like it!)

❛  04 .   a  kiss  to  apologize .

The smell of damp earth fills his senses as Leon pushes through the foliage. He has to find you, has to make this right. Breaking through the treeline, he spots you sitting by the lake, your brown tunic matching the looming pines. 

You don’t turn as he approaches, eyes fixed on the still water. Leon's chest tightens. Stopping a few inches behind you, he whispers, "Darling, I'm sorry."

Silence greets him, thick like the humid air. Leon kneels, reaching out to gently brush your shoulder. "Please, look at me." 

Your defiant yet sad gaze meets him as you turn. Eyes shining with unshed tears, your lips pull into a small pout. God, she’s beautiful. Leon cups your cheek, caressing soft skin with his thumb. 

"I was wrong. You mean everything to me." Without waiting for a reply, he closes the distance between you and offers an apology, a plea for forgiveness, pouring it all into the tender press of lips, praying you understand. 

After a moment of hesitation, you lean back into him, and for the first time since you made your way into this hellscape, he feels genuine happiness.

But he doesn’t know you are only doing this, playing along, for the camera nestled in the trees above you, panning across your faces, capturing every moment.

He doesn’t catch the clench of your fingers, turning them white.

the “can’t sleep?” and “you look really pretty right now”

FULL FIC HERE

hehehe this is a sneak peek of the hunger games fic that is 10k in and not even half way done 😔😔 and its not edited either

tysm for sending this in ily 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

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"Can’t sleep?” Leon murmurs as you rouse, blinking some light into your vision. Your joints are stiff from the unforgiving stone that blankets you.

You rub your eyes. "I don’t think I’ve slept very well since we got here," you sigh, rolling your stiff neck.

Leon watches with quiet eyes. "C’mere." He shifts to make room for you in the small, cramped area, patting the space next to him. Leaning into his solid warmth brings strange comfort, comfort you are unaccustomed to.

“You look really pretty right now,” he murmurs, almost to himself, and when you crane your neck to glance up at him, there’s a dreamy look in his eyes as he gazes back, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

"Half asleep?" you joke.

"You look pretty no matter what." Curled fingers graze your back, drawing tired muscle from knot to knot. You tense, unused to kindness from killers, mind flashing back to the way he had killed Glimmer, yet you let tension seep away under gentle pressure.

When was the last soft touch? The last time you had let his hand touch your skin, heat mingling between your bodies? You lie your neck onto his shoulder, feeling him tense for barely a second before relaxing.

His breath fans your hair, smelling faintly of pine and earth. Your eyes flutter shut, forgetting just for moments your fate, and here in the dark, you forget that he might just be trying to kill you.

But, as all things do, it ends, and dawn looms with its crimson streaks. You are both marked for death, lambs led to slaughter, destiny undecided.

And you know you can’t let him choose what happens to not only you, but also your family. So you pull away from his warmth, almost immediately missing it, feeling the chill seep into your heart.

“I should… go hunt,” you explain quietly, but the hurt that presses through his neutral expression is something you have grReluctantly, I rise at dawn's light, needing solace yet wary of false shelter. Leon sits gazing into the embers, eyes hooded.

"Go then," he murmurs, volume rising fluidly. "I just don’t get it.”

“Get what, Leon? We need to eat.”

“I’m here for you, for free, and last night I proved to you that we don’t have to fight.”

His words sting, reminding you who you have to protect above all - those beyond these walls of blood. Your fists clench at your side, as taut as the cords in your wary stomach. "Nothing is decided here, not even-"

"Trust?" Leon fills the sentence with wry amusement. "You don’t seem to trust even yourself, it seems."

Anger flares to life in your chest, his steady calm that dares your truths that you left unsaid, because that’s how you know to survive.

Your voice strikes like a flint against steel. "You might want to be thinking about your own survival, because your charming words mean nothing against bloodshed.”

His eyes flash, gray from moonlight, mouth hardening.

“Charming words are all I see you relying on, little bird. Will you still burn as bright as you think you are now, if it weren’t for me?"

His jab finds its mark - doubt you dare not voice aloud. Your jagged fingernails pierce the tender flesh of your palm, making crescent shaped, vague silhouettes of your anger. "How dare you say that? You don’t even know me, let alone what drives me to win!"

"Enlighten me then," Leon sneers, temper unleashed. But for a moment, a heartbeat, something flickers behind his granite eyes - regret? But he doesn’t stop.

"Is it because of your family? Or is the sick excitement I know you get from spilling blood by your pretty hand?"

You pause, taking in his words. You blink at him, face softening, releasing your hand from its anguish, unable to believe that he, of all, chained to this prison just as you are, could see you in such a light.

Your vision seems to dim red as a choked whisper claws free, "How… how could you say something like that?"

Silence hangs curdled between us as grim understanding sinks in, evident on his face. And you stand, brushing the underside of your thighs, biting your tongue, trying to convince yourself that you don’t care, that his words didn’t deliver a sting.

But the venom is already coursing through your blood as you walk away, leaving him alone, whispering your name.

Why Almost every fanfic about Coriolanus Snow is smut?

I just can't find even one fanfics without smut or dark themes

I love parallels

(aka sneak peak at ch. 1 of the hunger games au)

well the tags REFUSE to save so i’m putting them here

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Matt Boyd/Danielle “Dan” Wilds, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, Abby Winfield/David Wymack, Kayleigh Day/David Wymack (past), Katelyn/Aaron Minyard (past), Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose Characters: Aaron Minyard, Kevin Day, Andrew Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Neil Josten, Matt Boyd, Danielle “Dan” Wilds, Renee Walker (All For The Game), Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Seth Gordon, David Wymack, Abby Winfield, Betsy Dobson, Tetsuji Moriyama, Riko Moriyama, Jean Moreau, Jeremy Knox, Erik Klose, Kengo Moriyama, Ichirou Moriyama, Original Characters, Lola Malcolm, Nathan Wesninski, Kayleigh Day, Mary Hatford (mentioned), Stuart Hatford, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, please don’t make me tag every warning for the Hunger Games, You know what to expect, Minor Character Death, Major Character Injury, Kevin and Aaron as tributes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Romance, not super slow burn because the lord knows i am NOT patient enough for that, Wholesome Twinyards, They love each other, Established Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, established most ships actually, Metaphors, because once again LORD KNOWS that my english class loving ass can’t escape them, this is super angsty, but also incredibly soft, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, im really not that funny, PEOPLE DIE PLEASE DONT FORGET THAT, Slow To Update, Because of Reasons, SO SORRY, I’m Bad At Tagging, i’ll be more specific in the chapter notes, just know it has the same amount of violence as thg and aftg Summary:

Aaron Minyard is 16 years old

Aaron Minyard volunteered for the Hunger Games

Aaron Minyard is going to break his promise

Aaron Minyard is not going to survive the Hunger Games

—

Kevin Day is seventeen years old

Kevin Day’s only purpose is to win the Hunge Games

Kevin Day has never been in love

Kevin Day thinks that he might be falling for the boy from District 9

apparently it would only take about 2 and a half hours to get to the capital from district 9

and the capital is in wyoming?? idk why i always assumed it was in colorado

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard, Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Matt Boyd/Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, Abby Winfield/David Wymack, Kayleigh Day/David Wymack (past), Katelyn/Aaron Minyard (past), Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose Characters: Aaron Minyard, Kevin Day, Andrew Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Neil Josten, Matt Boyd, Danielle "Dan" Wilds, Renee Walker (All For The Game), Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Seth Gordon, David Wymack, Abby Winfield, Betsy Dobson, Tetsuji Moriyama, Riko Moriyama, Jean Moreau, Jeremy Knox, Erik Klose, Kengo Moriyama, Ichirou Moriyama, Original Characters, Lola Malcolm, Nathan Wesninski, Kayleigh Day, Mary Hatford (mentioned), Stuart Hatford, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hunger Games Setting, Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, please don’t make me tag every warning for the Hunger Games, You know what to expect, Minor Character Death, Major Character Injury, Kevin and Aaron as tributes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Romance, not super slow burn because the lord knows i am NOT patient enough for that, Wholesome Twinyards, They love each other, Established Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, established most ships actually, Metaphors, because once again LORD KNOWS that my english class loving ass can’t escape them, this is super angsty, but also incredibly soft, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, im really not that funny, PEOPLE DIE PLEASE DONT FORGET THAT, Slow To Update, Because of Reasons, SO SORRY, I'm Bad At Tagging, i’ll be more specific in the chapter notes, just know it has the same amount of violence as thg and aftg Summary:

Aaron Minyard is 16 years old

Aaron Minyard volunteered for the Hunger Games

Aaron Minyard is going to break his promise

Aaron Minyard is not going to survive the Hunger Games

—

Kevin Day is seventeen years old

Kevin Day’s only purpose is to win the Hunge Games

Kevin Day has never been in love

Kevin Day thinks that he might be falling for the boy from District 9

i need a jegulus hunger games fic rn

I'm sorry but like, Afraid of Heights by Boygenius is SOOOO Evan and Reg from Crismon Rivers ?? I can't think of anything else rn

quiz: hunger games life story — yiuno.

Tribute of District 2, Victor of the 71st Hunger Games.

You were raised the oldest child in a loving family—lucky, you knew, to never fear starvation. In District 2, you had a comfortable life, but your parents told you that you must resist the violence the Capitol was teaching. That it was better to lose this safe life—better even to die—than to become a monster like the tributes who volunteered for the games and spent their childhood learning to kill… all for the chance of Capitol fame. You listened, like children always do. You believed, like children always do.

Then, when you were eight years old, your parents were drafted into the Peacekeeping Force. “A shortage of willing recruits,” said the grim-faced Peacekeepers who arrived at your door. Your parents refused—refused to fight for the Capitol. The punishment for refusing was death. Hanged in the town square, as an example to others.

They forced you to watch… with your four-year-old brother, too.

With time, he forgot. But you never did.

You decided that it was better to be strong than kind; better to be smart than foolishly idealistic. So you trained with the careers and learned to throw knives with deadly accuracy. You took over your father’s job as a stonemason, and resolved to protect your siblings, always. Nothing else mattered. You would put them first, over fantasies of a world without the Capitol’s cruelty. You would love no one else and nothing else; otherwise, it would only make you weak.

Your parents had abandoned you. You wouldn’t do the same.

When you were seventeen, your thirteen-year-old brother was reaped for the games. You weren’t surprised—you’d been waiting for this and dreading it for years. But this time, you were prepared. You’d watched every year’s games carefully, memorizing which strategies worked and which didn’t, perfected your skill with the throwing knives and the spear. You volunteered to take your brother’s place, like you always knew you would.

You didn’t cry when you said goodbye to your brother and sisters. You told your brother that he had to be strong now. You told your two younger sisters that they had to look out for each other, because no one else would. That you’d be back soon… But in case you weren’t, you loved them.

“I love you.”

I love you, I love you… I love you. You hadn’t said those words so plainly in years. They made you vulnerable, like something in you had cracked open, a part of your heart that you normally kept tightly closed and covered up.

You told your siblings not to watch the Games. You didn’t want them to see if you died, but also because you didn’t want them to see you kill. To see what you were capable of.

For them, you reminded yourself. Only for them.

For the Chariot Parade, your Stylist dressed you in a warrior’s outfit, tight black fabric with bronze armor—the weapon that symbolized District 2. You weren’t the most beautiful, but you drew the crowd’s eyes. In training, you demonstrated your skill with throwing spears to win your way into the Career pack. You spent most of your time at the knot station, something you had never learned in your district. No one else joined you there, except for a few young and timid tributes. You tried not to look at them, tried not to think about them.

The instructor taught you how to set snares for small animals, but you asked him to show you larger traps. Your real prey, after all, were the other Careers. And you needed an inventive trick to defeat them, because they were all equally skilled with weapons, and most were much stronger than you, too.

In your private session with the Gamemakers, you finally showcased your true talent: knife throwing. You awed the Gamemakers with your lethal accuracy and speed, scoring a ‘9’ in training. In your interview, you wore a simple black dress and your long hair in an elegant bun. Caesar asked you what you liked about the Capitol; you merely said that the people were lovely. A lie that burned your throat, but one that would hopefully win you sponsors. He asked whether you thought you could win, and you said no. You didn’t think so—you knew it.

You took no district token into the arena, because you needed no reminder of home. You truly believed you would return to it. You needed to believe it.

When the Games began, you raced into the Cornucopia with the other Careers. You grabbed a case of knives and killed a boy just seconds before he would have attacked you. The bloodbath seemed to be over so quickly, probably because you were filled with the rush of adrenaline. When it was over, you stood with the other Careers in the wreckage. Seven tributes were dead—one by your hand. You didn’t feel anything. Only one thought remained in your head, repeating like a heartbeat. I have to get back to my family.

The boy from District 1 gave you a sharp look. “Good job with that knife,” he said. “Oh no, it was a lucky shot,” you laughed—but you didn’t think he believed you. Trying to keep up appearances, you traded your throwing knives for a spear another boy had picked up. But you kept one knife secretly concealed in your tunic.

For a couple of days, you stayed with the Careers, hunting weaker tributes at night and guarding your supplies during the day. Whenever you killed, you tried hard to make it quick and painless. It helped you suppress the guilt. By the third day, tensions were rising and you knew it was time. While the other Careers slept, you quietly slit the throat of the girl keeping watch with you. She didn’t have time to make a sound, she probably didn’t even feel it. You killed three more sleeping Careers the same way, before one woke up and screamed a warning. Grabbing the throwing knives, you fled.

You waited out the fighting for almost a week, hidden in the woods in a corner of the arena. Constantly moving around to minimize your chances of being caught. The three remaining Careers tried to find you, but they couldn’t. There was a feast—you didn’t go. Finally, there was only the boy from District 1 left.

Then you left the edge of the arena and headed a little ways in, closer to the Cornucopia. Weaving rope from vines, you carefully set the trap you’d learned back in training. With your supplies and a staged campfire as bait, to make it seem as though this was where you’d been living. Then you hid nearby. Waited for hours. He came.

When his leg was caught tightly in the snare, you emerged. He thrashed, but it took only two knives for you to kill him, staying safely out of his reach.

His dead eyes haunted you, afterward. But you returned to your brothers and sisters—as the victor of the 71st Hunger Games.

link to quiz.

A pretty long read, yes, but with a major theme that I’m sure many of you can relate: doing whatever it takes to save your loved ones—no matter the price to pay, no matter the consequences to bear. When you have no choice but to cast your moral compass aside and give into your survival instincts, for only the strongest can live on while the others must die. Only the last one standing has the strength and power to protect another; how else can you do that if you can’t even save yourself?

Whether it’s merely a necessity to complete his job or a resignation to his immortal fate, Yiuno isn’t as apathetic as he appears to be. He does have a soft spot for very specific people—namely, those he’d consider to be family. He definitely wants to reunite with his twin sister, Yiuna, his only blood kin left in the world; that doesn’t mean he’d forsake the new family under his care now.

Yiuno was reluctant at first—babysitting wasn’t his forte, and certainly not those with personalities that rubbed him the wrong way. Sora is a child: pure and innocent, but she carries a heavy responsibility that clashes with her hot temper. Aisa, while inquisitive and hardworking, still has a very long way to go for her talents to fully bloom. Then there’s Y’shtola, the only woman in the world he’d ever regard as an equal—though he often refuses to admit it, at least not openly.

Yiuno is certainly a tough nut to crack, after being hardened by the horrors of his past—too bloody to describe, too many to count, too long to keep track of. For all the experiences he has under the belt, for all the deception he’s done over the millennia, you’d never imagine a simple line such as “I love you” could break the impassive mask on this man’s pretty face. Was it a lie? Or there might be a shadow of truth in a declaration like that? No one knows; not even the very person who said those words himself.

Yiuno thought that his eternal life would’ve turned him cold: numb to the pain of suffering, ignorant to the guilt of his choices, and forget the regrets born from his mistakes. He often lied to himself that it was for his own good, that his own needs superseded the existence of others. Yet he is afraid to be reduced to nothing more than a killing machine, a tool of destruction who succumbs and submits to his sorry destiny. He struggles to keep a semblance of conscience, a sense of self—or whatever that is left in him.

(Re-posting old quizzes to this main blog for archiving purposes.)

Won’t tag anyone, given that this quiz is extremely long. I did this on a whim—as you can see, it’s from quotev, not uquiz—and the result read like a second-person fanfiction. Kudos to the quiz maker, because the writing is actually good for something fun and casual like this. I do recommend people giving this a try and read the different result stories.

Though Suzanne Collins, the author of The Hunger Games series (THG for short), had repeatedly denied that her story idea was a rip-off of Battle Royale (or BR, by Koushun Takami, published in 1999), many critics believed that the her books were, at its core, a modern spin on the latter.

I have read both novels; I won’t go into an all-out (and probably unnecessarily) analysis of them here, but I personally prefer BR more. For anyone looking for pure entertainment factor in narratives, BR is the clear winner. It’s even more ironic that one of the major themes explored in THG was about manipulation and ethics of entertainment, but it failed to capture the adrenaline rush and wow factor where they really mattered; many times, those moments fell flat to me. Meanwhile, in BR, entertainment wasn’t even the main purpose of the novel—but it was able to ensnare us, the readers, completely into a twisted dystopian Japan far better than what THG did with the Capitol.

I absolutely love AUs—I enjoy putting characters out of their comfort zone into alternate universes with completely different rules from what they knew and used to. As a huge fan of character studies and experimental writing, I find it fun to explore my muses from a different perspective when I put them in various settings.