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Commission for @sqwuorm of Lamina and Reaper in TBOSAS movie, this was a lot of fun to work on.

Also happy TBOSAS Digital release day

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The capitol callously watching and commentating on the hunger games as defenceless children are subjected to horror and death but standing up and gasping in horror at Reaper ripping down the flag. Reaper laying the bodies of the murdered children to rest and looking to the camera asking for acknowledgment of their suffering only to be cut off and for the only reaction of horror mustered from the capitol citizens coming from the news of the death of one of their own. The Hunger Games will never not successfully act as a horrifying mirror to the atrocities in our world.

Seeds of resistance 🪐🌊

[ Reaper Ash. Hunger Games. ]

I can’t get Reaper out of my head. Out of all the characters, he truly stays with you. He was so raw and had a rage so many can relate to. One thing that truly gut punched me was the parallels to real life. The outrage from the crowd as a flag was torn down. Meanwhile not a word for the countless lifeless bodies of children. My heart hurt for Reaper, and my heart breaks for what’s happening in Palestine.

THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES (2023) Dir. Francis Lawrence

THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS & SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence DIMITRI ABOLD AS REAPER ASH He's torn down the flag.

in my reaper brainrot era because how on earth do you not stan a boy who was so defiant to the end that even as he died, he never begged or pleaded or cried, just calmly accepted his fate, because he was never going to give them the satisfaction of putting on the show they wanted, would never allow himself to be a pawn in any of their games, because fuck that and fuck them and fuck anyone who had anything to do with it

Reaper Ash who apologised to each tribute personally for having to kill them; armed with a pitchfork and long knife, ready to engage- but in the end, never did.

Reaper Ash who was unable to make sense of the scene before him, the stabbed bodies of Tanner and particularly Lamina; who lifted Lamina up, carried her over to where Bobbin and Marcus lay, and arranged the three in a row on the ground. Reaper Ash who dragged Tanner beside Lamina; who spent the next hour collecting Dill and then Sol; who likely dragged Jessup's body over and lifted Wovey into his arms and laid them with the other tributes; who although gaunt and unsteady, teetered over to Teslee and Mizzen and did the same. Reaper Ash who only took notice of Lucy Gray when she dared to touch Treech's body then assumed the job of transporting Treech, placing him neatly with the rest.

Reaper Ash who lay Dill in the sun in her final moments; who watched Lucy Gray fill her pockets and let her go; who traded protection from the sun to Lamina for some bread and cheese; who when Lamina pointed out the pack, chose not to engage but, withdrew behind the barricades; who made no move to kill Lucy Gray when it came down to him and her as the final two tributes.

Reaper Ash who the only times we know of him hurting people were when he killed a peacekeeper and strangled Coriolanus Snow.

Reaper Ash who tied the piece of the flag he cut for Lamina around himself like a cape, spinning slowly, looking back over his shoulder to watch it fly out behind him; who ran, spreading his arms out as the flag streamed in the sunlight.

Reaper Ash who cut away swath after swath of the Panem flag to preserve what little dignity remained of him and his fallen, fellow tributes; who swatted away the flies then shielded their bodies and his.

Reaper Ash who said he'd make it up to the other tributes when he wins by taking revenge on the Capitol- but he didn't need to win to take revenge on the Capitol to make it up to them. Reaper did that by not participating; by giving his fellow tributes what respect that he could in their deaths- an act of rebellion against the Capitol and the games in itself and probably the reason why they began removing the bodies of the dead.

Reaper Ash who didn't let the games change him; who didn't let the games turn him into some kind of monster that he was not.

- What's the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage? - No. This cage is delightful.

In honor of it being the month of love here are my dumb little TBOSBAS shipping ideas:

Couples-

Coriolanus x Lucy Gray: A classic, really just a teenage romance between a weird dude and a musical girl, we know it, we may love it. I use it sometimes in fix-it’s when I put Sejanus with someone else (I just write about Sejanus, like almost exclusively)

Sejanus x Coriolanus: The joys of Snowjanus. Two guys in love, kind of toxic love but love. Sometimes I write them precannon, sometimes fix-it’s, sometimes in the past after the betrayal. Love them, they are so silly goofy I just get bored or angry at Coriolanus sometimes.

Sejanus x Felix: I’ve seen this briefly in Snowjanus fics to make Coryo jealous but I think it could work. I like to use it in a specific fix-it where Felix comes to Sejanus for help after getting emotionally attached to Dill and wants to end the games. I also sometimes do them pre cannon, usually as a “practice relationship” for Felix.

Sejanus x Marcus: Gotta love the friends to one sided enemies to lovers. They make me happy because I refuse to let Marcus die(can you tell I like fix-it’s) they are so fun even just as friends I love them. My angsty little guys.

Sejanus x Reaper: okay so I haven’t seen anyone else do it but it makes perfect sense to me. Two rebels who piss off the capital by honoring the dead. I love them, probably my favorite one. They make me happy because I think them together could be really cute but also a rebel power couple. Someone please say they see my vision.

Reaper x Coriolanus: Based solely on the pretty boy comment. Read a fic once it was nice I think under a very specific set of circumstances it could work well. I rarely do them solo.

Lucy Gray x Sejanus: The Coryo hate squad. Them after the betrayals just trash talking him. I like to keep them both alive but seriously traumatized. Two bright lights in a shit world. I like to think Sejanus used to play music back in 2 so they could do little duets.

Lucy Gray x Coral: women, that’s about it. But seriously they could be suck a powerful duo if they got out(again with the fix-it’s) I love them, I don’t use them much but I love them.

Coral x Sol: Don’t ask what I was doing. Secondary source except I didn’t fully read the secondary source. It was a strange move but it still makes me happy.

Sejanus x Festus: Festus being one of the nicer people to Sejanus got me thinking so this happened. I love it but also kind of hate it. Look they could be friends, maybe even better friends than Sejanus and Coryo in cannon.

Triads-

Reaper x Coriolanus x Sejanus: Basically just a combination of the two duo ships. I think they just hang out, Coryo tries really hard to fit in with them but he’s not good at it. They just hang out, be cool, be traumatized, gotta love them.

Sejanus x Coriolanus x Felix: basically the same as Sejanus and Felix but Sejanus ropes Coryo into the scheming. They cuddle a lot. Silly guys. They could also work pre cannon at the academy, give Coryo two rich boyfriends to manipulate.

Sejanus x Coriolanus x Lucy Gray: Coryo gets bitches, that’s it that’s all I got.

Sejanus x Felix x Reaper: Sejanus bonds with the other two the same as in duos then Reaper and Felix bond over Dill. They are a group of rebellious teenage dumbasses.

Quartets-

Lucy Gray x Sejanus x Coriolanus x Marcus: The Snowbairdjanus trio run away then Sejanus gets word that Marcus is alive and either buys him as an avox or breaks him out. They then do love and bonding and cuddles.

If anyone wants fics I might write some stuff to post here

hello! do you have any more reaper x sejanus thoughts?

Yes, yes I do.

Disclaimers: 1. I still haven’t read or watched any of the hunger games so I will likely be inaccurate but I’m trying, I’m too deep in to see the movie now this is just how I role. 2. When I’m thinking about things I never write them down so this is bits and pieces of my ideas for these two

Okay so I think about this pairing in a few different contexts. The single thing I started writing was in the idea that Felix had basically near-death talked his father out of running the 10th games because he unintentionally got emotionally attached to Dill. That’s another thing. But all the tributes were kept in the capitol with their mentors but with the arena incident a good few mentors and tributes were dead so some had to be mixed up. Clemensia isn’t dead, neither is Marcus but he escaped because I refuse to kill him, but she is really sick with the snakes and the bombing just made it worse so she can’t really take charge of her tribute so they just kind of shirk him off on Sejanus. It continues on from there with Reaper being really angry and hostile (as he deserves to be) and Sejanus trying desperately to explain that he is on Reaper’s side. Blah blah blah I never got to romance part because I’m bad at writing romance.

I really just like both characters a lot so I shoved them together but I think it works nicely. Maybe I’ll actually write something and post it but that’s all I’ve got for now.

Don’t Forget Me II

I was not planning on writing another part, but I couldn’t help myself

Warning: Language (?)

Treech x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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After the mayor finishes his speech, it only takes seconds before Peacekeepers grab you. They rip you and Treech apart, ignoring your shouts of protest. Treech tries to reach for your hand again, but the Peacekeepers yank him back, nearly knocking him over.

The soldiers marched you to the train station towards an old cargo car locked with a heavy padlock. As you stood in front of the train car, you nearly gagged. The stench was overwhelming. The cart smelled rotted and thick with manure. You doubt they’d even bothered to clean it. You desperately didn’t want to get in, but you had no choice.

One of the Peacekeepers took out a set of keys to unlock the train, and the rest started shoving you in. Treech acted quickly, lugging himself in and stretching his arm out to help you up. But it must’ve taken too long because a peacekeeper grabbed you by the back of the neck and tossed you onto the train. You barely managed to catch yourself.

Treech rushed to your side, pulling you up off the ground. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” he questioned as he cupped your face, eyes scanning you for injuries.

“I’m fine, just tired of being treated like a sack of flour.” You chuckled bitterly while rubbing your neck.

District Seven was one of the last districts to get picked up, so you didn’t have to spend nearly as long on the train as other districts. A thought that filled you with relief when you felt something crawling near your feet. You could vaguely see the outlines of the other tributes. Though none of them made much noise. You could almost believe you were alone.

As the train chugged along, you and Treech shuffled over to an empty corner, trying to get comfortable. He grabs your hand and plays with it gently, his fingers interlocking with yours. Something about the action brings tears to your eyes. You never considered your hands pretty, filled with callouses from hours of demanding work, but by the way, he holds them, they might as well be made of porcelain.

When you first spoke to Treech, you’d quite literally fallen for him. Despite being in the same class, you’d never directly spoken. He was always surrounded by his friends, his laugh filling up the room (not that you were paying attention). You mostly kept to yourself. Honestly, you don’t know what made him approach you that day, but you’re so grateful he did.

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“What are you doing?” a small voice exclaimed up at you.

You jumped at the sudden noise and slipped from the branch you were perched on. You weren’t very high up, but the impact left you gasping for breath.

As you lay on the ground, your vision was blurred, but you could make out a boy peering down at you. His eyes narrowed slightly in concern.

After you regained your bearings, you grumbled, “Well, before you interrupted me, I was drawing.”

“Oh…Sorry,” the boy chuckled awkwardly. He fidgeted slightly before asking, “Can I see your drawing? I’m Treech, by the way. We go to school together…In case you don’t know who I am.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Of course, you knew who Treech was. You lived across from each other and were in the same class. You decided not to mention that, hoping to spare yourself the embarrassment of him not noticing.

“I know who you are, and no, you can’t see,” you respond before climbing back up the tree.

You were going to continue sketching until you noticed he was still standing there looking oddly dejected. A wave of guilt hits you when you realize you may have come off as rude.

“Hey, sorry... I didn’t mean it like that. I’ll show you when I’m done if you want to join me,” you say before patting the branch.

Treech perked up at that, beaming up at you. You decide he looks much nicer when smiling. He climbed up the tree, plopping himself next to you. Neither of you talked after that. You continued to sketch, and he sat with you, swinging his legs back and forth.

Soon enough, it became routine that whenever you went to the tree, he’d be there waiting for you. You started talking at school as well. Slowly, he became a constant presence in your life. Now, years later, you can confidently say he’s your best friend.

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The sound of the whistleblowing snapped you back to the present. You must be arriving at a station. The train screeched as it came to a halt. From the outside, you could hear the chains rattling as they were unlocked. The doors slid open, and the District One tributes were staring back at you. In what felt like seconds, they were hastily thrown into the cart, and the door was locked once again.

The journey to the Capitol couldn’t have taken much longer, but it felt like an eternity in the damp train. Eventually, you heard the familiar whistle, and the train slowed to a stop. The tributes started shuffling, but the minutes passed, and nothing happened. At least another ten minutes must’ve passed before you heard banging against the doorframe. The door was wrenched open, and a peacekeeper shouted, “All right, you lot, let’s move!”

The sudden influx of light was nearly blinding. You had to take a moment to adjust. Treech is one step ahead of you, already jumping down before offering you his arms. You allow him to take you by the waist and swing you down to the pavement.

You were grateful for Treech’s quick reaction as you watched the Peacekeepers get rougher the longer it took the remaining tributes to crawl out. You take a moment to look around under different circumstances, you’d be gawking at the architecture, but that all feels insignificant now. While looking around, you see a boy dressed in red talking to one of the tributes. He looks too clean to be a tribute but too skinny to be a Peacekeeper.

You didn’t get much time to ponder who he was because Peacekeepers began herding you and the rest of the tributes across the station to the main entrance. Where a truck that looked more like a cage on wheels awaited you.

The tribute who is missing part of his arm, tried to make a run for it, but he didn’t even make a few feet before he was dragged back. You hopped onto the cramped van, and Treech immediately guided you into one of the last open seats before positioning himself next to you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of red jump moments before the doors closed. To your surprise, it was the boy from the train station. A thick tension settled over the truck as you all stared him down. He hunched over, realizing his precarious situation. You turned your head to meet Treech’s eyes. Both of you amused at the boy's obvious discomfort.

“What’s the matter, pretty boy? You in the wrong cage?” said the boy from District 11 Reaper, if you remember correctly. How ironic, you can’t help but think.

You missed what the Capitol boy said, but it must've been something insulting because, in the blink of an eye, Reaper’s hands encircled the boy's throat and slammed him back. Reaper’s forearms pinned the other boy’s body against the bars. Trying to keep himself from being killed, the Capitol boy drove his knee up hard into Reaper’s crotch. You wanted to laugh, but you doubt that would’ve been received well.

He might kill you now.” The girl from District 11 coughed out. “He killed a Peacekeeper back in Eleven. They never found out who did it.”

“Shut it, Dill,” the boy growled.

“Who cares now?” said the girl fro—Dill.

“Let’s all kill him,” said another voice, “Can’t do nothing worse to us.”

You wouldn’t consider yourself bloodthirsty, but a part of you agreed, besides the Capitol boy brought it on himself. Several other tributes also murmured in agreement and took a step in. The way the boy went rigid with fear almost made you pity him.

Before anyone could do anything, the rainbow girl spoke up. “Not to us, maybe. You got family back home? Someone they could punish there?”

With that, all the anger was sucked out of you, replaced with a gaping hopelessness. The girl then stood up and wriggled through to place herself between all of you and the Capitol boy.

“Besides,” she said, “he’s my mentor. Supposed to help me. I might need him.”

“How come you get a mender?” Snapped a girl with short red hair. Glaring daggers into the Capitol boy. You couldn’t help but agree. Why did she get extra help?

“Mentor. You each get one,” he corrected.

“Where are they, then?” The redhead challenged. “Why didn’t they come?”

“Just not inspired, I guess,” the rainbow girl replied before winking at her mentor.

You turned to Treech again and dramatically rolled your eyes. The small smile that graced his face filled your chest with warmth. Sometimes, you wished he wasn’t so good-looking. You hated that one smile was all it took to make butterflies swarm your stomach.

The conversation lulled, and silence filled the truck as it drove down the winding roads. Suddenly, the truck lurched to a stop, jerking all of you forward. At that moment you were grateful you had nothing in your stomach because you’d surely have thrown it up.

A Peacekeeper came and opened the back door to the truck, but before anyone could climb out, the cage tipped and dumped you onto a slab of cold, damp cement. Not a slab, actually more like a chute, it was tilted at such an extreme angle that all of you began to slide immediately. You all traveled a good twenty feet before landing in a jumbled heap on the floor.

You gingerly untangled from the others before making your way over to Treech. Cringing at the groans from the tributes you accidentally crawled on top of.

You brushed his hair back and readjusted his hat, “Treech,” you whispered, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, don't worry” he responded as he pulled you into his arms. You allow yourself to relax, nuzzling into his shoulder. Trying to calm down from the chaos of the day.

It isn’t until you hear a small giggle that you turn around and see two young girls pointing at the two of you. They watch you through metal bars, gawking. You pull away slightly, feeling oddly self-conscious. Treech seems to notice as well, looking equally uncomfortable.

Confused, you start to scan the area. Metal bars enclose you. To your left, there is a cluster of thin trees, and rocky sand lines the ground. Suddenly a nauseating realization hits you.

They’d put you in a fucking zoo.