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Something I that makes me roll my eyes is that even if she never realizes it, Gaul’s “humanity will always be violent and awful” take is founded on such biased conclusions. SHE wants to believe that’s true, but for a scientist, she’s not looking at it scientifically at all.
“You get in the Hunger Games and you all revert to being violent and animalistic!” Well, yeah, but only cause the Capital pushes so many buttons to MAKE the kids so.
You’re told if you win, you get a house and you’ll never have to worry about money again. If you’re poor, that’s huge. Never having to see your parents starve themselves so you and your siblings can eat, getting to move into a house where everyone gets their OWN bed, being able to buy that expensive medicine for your friend who’s been sick for months. That’s a big incentive.
If money doesn’t sway you, what about fame? I’ll bet in the wealthier districts the games were marketed as “Want to prove you’re the fastest, smartest, strongest person to the whole country? Join the games!” Drill that into a kid’s head from birth on up, of course they’ll think the games are going to be something to work toward.
If money and fame don’t work, paranoia will do it. There are 23 other people out there, and they’ve got weapons, and they know they have to kill you to leave the arena. Even if all 24 players made a pact to not harm one another, it could still descend into violence because YOU were going to stick to the pact, but you saw that one guy eyeing a sword, and just knew he was going to go for it, so you decided to grab it first.
And if all that doesn’t sway you - the Capital will kill you anyway. If everyone just sits there and refuses to play, the Capital will generate a tornado or a hurricane or mutts or some other horrible disaster.
You throw a bunch of preteens/teens, whose brains are still developing and who have less life experience than adults, into an arena with the knowledge that no matter what they do, they are dead unless they’re the last one left standing, of course you’re going to get violence. It’s the only option you’ve left them.
But yeah, the whole “We’ll always choose violence!” thing? No, not everyone will. But in the cases where violence IS chosen, it’s in large part due to people like Gaul.
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Snow And Embers
Notes: Uh so I've fallen into my Hunger Games hyperfixation again. This is just something that came to my mind while watching the movie. I needed a refresher from my TWD fic(I have not abandoned that I swear). This leans more heavily to the movie than the books, except for Lucy's eye color, I stuck to the book with that. So spoilers. NOT PROOFREAD. Also, I'm highly of the notion that Coryo did love Lucy but not all love is healthy. His bordered on obsession. And with a tendency for paranoia, it didn't end well.
Pairing: Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow (SnowBaird)
Part 2
CW/TW: Spoilers for BOSAS, darkish thoughts, ideas of claiming/possession, Smut!(18+ breeding kink, creampie, fingering, slight somnophilia, very slight inexperienced Coryo).
The first time Coriolanus and Lucy Gray became one, it was slow and euphoric. There had been hesitation for him. As ashamed as he was to admit it, he had never been with anyone, romantically or sexually. He'd spent his life worrying about status, money, and academics. With the fragile state of his academic career due to Dean Highbottom's hatred for him, and the ever looming threat of eviction and starvation, even after the Dark Days, he hadn't had the time nor emotional ability to even attempt either. The beautiful rainbow that was Lucy Gray Baird, was the catalyst that changed everything.
He'd been enchanted by her singing during the Reaping, and initially he thought his interest was simply hope that maybe she could be the key to his family's troubles. That she could be the one to turn his fortune around. Those thoughts turned the moment he watched Lucy Gray pluck a petal from his proffered white rose, and place it on her delicate pink tongue, the two colors contrasting and trapping his gaze. When her lips sealed around the soft sepal, his blue eyes traced the plump flesh, wondering what the skin there tasted like. Would they taste like roses? Or would it be something wholly Lucy Gray?
He'd had to snap himself out of his trance, scolding himself for falling victim to his brain's carnal desires. He was there to be a mentor. He was there to fix his family's status and finally land on top, just like snow was supposed to. For a while this train of thought had worked. Every time his mind wandered to tanned skin and silky hair colored like the rich dark chocolate from his starvation-induced childhood dreams, he would think back to his interaction with Dean Highbottom, the threats, and the reasoning for why he was interacting with the tribute in the first place.
It didn't help matters when Lucy Gray had threaded her fingers into his own when they went to view the arena with the other tributes and mentors. Her palm was sweaty, so was his, but the way their fingers fit together perfectly had his heart beating faster than ever before. He'd looked into her eyes and the fear there had him tightening his grip, a measure of reassurance. His inner Capitolite had reared it's head then, warning him about getting too close to her, a district girl. A tribute at that. One likely to die within the next few days. He'd dropped her hand, almost like the soft creases of her palm were instead the fangs of the snakes she so easily mastered.
Within minutes everything had gone to ruin, the bomb had gone off, flaming rebar fell on top of him, and suddenly he knew he was going to die. He'd called for her, the dust and rubble making his throat and eyes burn. In the haze, he had seen her look towards the exit, she had a chance to escape. Surely this meant she would leave him to be engulfed by the flames on his back. But she hadn't. She had pushed away another tribute who told her to run and had gone to help him. A district girl saving the life of a Capitol boy. It was the kind of propaganda that would have made his grandma'am's heart stop.
Lucy Gray had saved his life. He had to save hers. So he snuck his mother's poison filled compact to her in dead of night. Through the bars he had poured his heart out, not in words of love or passion but of strategy and advice for winning the games. It was all he could do. When she had leaned forward, her lips seeking his through the bars, he had pulled back in shock. As much as he wanted to kiss her, he couldn't. If he did and she died the next day, he wasn't sure he would survive it. Internally, he promised himself that if Lucy Gray won, he would do everything he could to finally find out what she tasted like.
And she had won, his tampering with the snakes and the compact being her lifelines. Despite the fallout from his treason, Coriolanus kept his promise to himself. He'd bribed his way to District 12, unsure if he would even be able to find his rainbow songbird. For all he knew, Gaul could have killed her.
But then he saw her in that bar. Singing so beautifully. When her eyes met his, his heart lept and so did his cock.
The first time they kissed, it was like the world turned on its axis and nothing else mattered but Lucy Gray. She did taste like roses, fresh and floral. And the softness of her lips balanced the slight roughness of his own. He had to leave her, return to base, but he knew that kiss was just the start of something more. Something powerful.
Over the next few weeks, anytime he was able to sneak away from his peacekeeper duties, he was with her. Soft touches, handholding, and hugs turned to bruising grips, roving hands, and passionate kisses. Despite his inexperience, Coriolanus felt like a connoisseur of intimacy when he was with Lucy Gray. She had a bit more experience than him, the idea of another man touching his songbird made his stomach turn but he knew it wasn't something that could be changed. She guided him whenever his feelings of inadequacy crept up. She would push his hesitant hands under her skirt, letting his recently calloused fingers graze over the smooth skin of her thighs. Or press her tongue past his lips and tangle it with his own. Each step a domino collapsing and pushing him to move further with her.
They didn't have sex until the second time they visited the cabin by the lake, that time without the Covey. By some miracle, his unit had been given a weekend of rest and he took advantage of it. As soon as they had stepped into the cabin, their lips had collided and clothes fell to the floor in a trail, leading directly to the one bed in the corner.
Night had fallen, and the only light was a small oil lantern on the bedside table that he had briefly gotten up to light. The flickering flames danced along the contours of Lucy Gray's naked body and he stared at her sleeping form for hours. He was laying on his side, the thin blanket covering his waist, with one hand propping up his head. The short spikes of his hair tickled his palm and he thought about how Lucy Gray had tried so hard to grasp it. He wished it was longer, he could easily imagine how good it would feel to have her tugging at his long curls.
Coriolanus’ blue eyes traveled over Lucy Gray's face. Her dark locks where sprawled over the one threadbare pillow, coiled like snakes from the arena. Occasionally her eyelashes would flutter against her cheek and she would sigh. His heart would stop for a moment, both with happiness and fear. Happiness that he would be able to see her warm gray eyes gazing up at him lovingly, but also fear to be losing that moment of retrospection. His eyes moved from her face, down her neck, and to the top of her breasts. The perfect handfuls were covered by the blanket they both shared, as was the rest of her body. She had one hand laying across her stomach, while the other was tucked under her head.
With a mind of their own, his fingers moved out to lightly stroke the soft skin of her hand. The same ones that had stroked his cock expertly, and had teased their way across his thighs. Needing to see the rest of her, Coriolanus slowly pulled down the blanket until it was laying over her knees. Heat began to pool in his stomach as he saw goosebumps bead on her skin. Her dark nipples peaked in the chilled air and he had to stop himself from running his fingers over the pointed tips. Blue eyes caressed her stomach and moved over the slight curve of her abdomen that led to the thick patch of curls between her legs. She had one leg bent and the other splayed out, giving him a glimpse of the heat that lay hidden by the soft hair that guarded it. Her dusky folds still glistened, even though it had been hours since he'd been inside her. But his full focus was drawn to the pearl of white that sat at her entrance. A small amount of his cum was still there and it made the animalistic part of him purr. He had cleaned between her legs with his shirt shortly after their coupling, but she was still dripping with him. A dark part of his mind wondered if it had taken. If he had claimed her fully.
At the time, they hadn't spoken of contraception. Not that there was much of that available anyways. The Capitol had just barely begun manufacturing any type of birth control again after the war. It was expensive and no one in the districts could afford condoms or anything like that. Even their base commander had told them to be careful during leaves. The last thing they needed was news of Peacekeepers knocking up the district women. It would only bring more rebels to their doors.
He knew the Covey was adept with herbal remedies but he hoped that they didn't have one for this type of thing. It was shocking to him, as he hadn't spent much time thinking about the possibility of having children. His priorities had revolved mostly around the intertwining of his family's status and his education. But now here he lay, his girl by his side, wondering what it would be like to make her his own. To have his seed plant itself deep inside her. She'd be marked by him, her pregnant belly a sign that she belonged only to him. That coal rat Billy Taupe would finally understand that Lucy Gray Baird was his. No one else would dare look at her. And if they did he had no problems with killing them.
Coriolanus painted along her skin with the tips of his fingers, gently rasping them over her puckered nipples. He stared at her breasts and wondered how big they would they get. He imagined them swollen with milk, the tips dripping and the flesh overflowing his hands.
Lucy Gray's stomach was smooth and her hips weren't very wide, but he knew they would adjust to hold his child. The supple skin would become taut and her hips would expand to accommodate their child. Would she get stretch marks? He hoped she did. That way she'd be marked even after giving birth. A beautiful scar to remind her and anyone else who had fully claimed her body.
Drawn again to the small bead of cum at her entrance, Coriolanus ran his fingers through her lower curls and pressed his seed back inside her warm channel with his pointer finger. A low moan escaped Lucy Gray's lips and she clenched around the thin digit. As if her body was trying to pull his seed back inside her. His chest tightened and he looked up to see if she had woken up. But her eyes were still closed. Good. He wanted a few more minutes to indulge in this fantasy. No.. not fantasy. Plan. The animal inside him refused to forget about this. It had made up its mind. Lucy Gray was his. And her body was destined to carry his child.
Gently he removed his finger from inside her, the tip brushing against her clit and causing another moan to leave her parted pink lips. If her singing voice was perfection, her moans were solace for him.
Coriolanus lifted his small corner of the blanket and moved his body over hers, his stiff cock brushing her thighs and settling over her public hair. The slight pricking of the coarse hairs across the tip of him was shocking. He had to stop himself from thrusting against her, seeking more friction. His body was still inexperienced, still desperate for any touch.
His nose brushed hers and his fists caged either side of her face.
“Lucy Gray….”
The rasp of his voice saying her name vibrated across her lips. She woke slowly, the look of sleep and pleasure keeping her lids drooping. As soon as she realized what had woken her up, a small smile crossed her face.
“Coryo.”, she brushed her lips against his. His name sounded like a possession. He didn't want anyone else to say his name. Just like her body belonged to him, his name was hers alone. The twitching of his cock against her slit had her pressing her hips up to tease him. He pushed forward a bit, notching himself at her entrance, her still dripping cunt practically begging him to thrust into her. Lifting one of his hands, he cupped her cheek, and stroked his tumb over the apple tenderly. Her gray eyes latched onto his own, both searching for something unknown in his gaze.
“Mine,” he whispered it, almost lovingly, but with a note of passion and mastery. A declaration of his possession, daring her to contradict him.
Lucy Gray nodded her head minutely, and placed a ghost of a kiss on his chin. Those lips that had bewitched him from the moment he saw them wrapping around that rose petal were soft as silk. Since then he had found that she truly did taste of roses and something smokey, like embers.
Drunk on his floral scent and the need to be filled, she whispered, “Yours, Coryo.”
Darkness clouded Coriolanus’ light blue eyes and she gasped as he thrust to the hilt inside her. The tip of his cock brushed the entrance to her womb and her channel began to pulse around him. Begging him to fill her. Lucy Gray's body instinctively knew what it needed from him.
She wasn't fully his. Not yet. But she would be by the end of the night.
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the fact that lucy will haunt him forever. she truly is every place. he will never know what became of her. he still says katniss the way she does. he will forever remember lucy gray. the one he couldn’t kill. she’s everywhere. in everything. all around him. AGH
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Yeah I wish that Snowbaird had been end game but have yall noticed that Snow is not a good person like...at all?
Like he would almost get it...almost to the point you're yelling at the book...and then his best friend is crying for his "ma."
Like nah Lucy Gray deserves better and I hope she ended up living her best life after all of that and didn't do what I personally think she did.
This was a villain origin story that didn't make me feel sorry for said villain in a way that made me understand why he did what he did for the greater good, because it wasn't for the greater good. I felt sorry that Snow lost his parents and lived in poverty after the war because no child deserves that. But we all saw what he became and saw that even without Lucy Gray he was almost there. Even with Lucy Gray he was still a Capitol puppet that grew up to become it's puppeteer.
So yeah Snowbaird is nice and all but it wasn't going to work. Not with the way Snow is and always was.
Props to Suzanne Collins for not trying to make us think the villain was "uwu misunderstood."
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someone's probably already mentioned this but the way Lucy Gray Baird sang "you ask for a reason I've got three and twenty" in Pure As The Driven Snow because Snow did all he could to save her in the arena so all the other 23 tributes died but her is just so AHHHHHHH
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"come on we all know you like him"
snow: *giggling* noooo i donnnn'ttt!!!!! stawwwp guyysss!!! i just tolerate him lolllololol >___<
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Idk If this is an unpopular opinion but the most interesting part of the movie for me hands down was the relationship between cornelius and Sejanus. When he cried after Sejanus died was the only time I truly felt bad for him.
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Me in the theater when Lucy said the word katniss
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In which Strabo Plinth has to visit District 12 for some business reason.
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Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes SPOILERS!!!! (Also based 100% on movie since I haven’t read the book yet)
Guys I have been itching to get this out but like, I watched Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and fr I can’t stop thinking about how Coriolanus is shown to be the snake and Lucy Gray the songbird. But like also they both are equally the snake and songbird.
Let’s start with the Songbird: Lucy Gray is obviously a singer and is called a songbird, however with Coriolanus he is also that because he is “singing” in the ear of Dr. Volumina to change the games and make it better in his own advantage.
Now for the Snake: Coriolanus is obviously called the snake because he is manipulating into his favor like we perceive snakes. However with Lucy Gray she is also a snake because she is using Coriolanus in a manipulation manner as well however more subtle and she is dangerous in terms of poison and how she basically has poisoned Coriolanus for the rest of his life by holding her in his memory.
This is the end, thank you for reading
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I JUST SAW BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES AND OH LORD
i loved it smsmsmsmsmsmsm
Rachel as Lucy Gray was AWESOME i loved her so much AND THE SONGS? I'M ON MY KNEES
also the slow descent for Snow to become the villain we know him as years in the future is so well done??? like
i did NOT expect the movie to be separated into the three parts but I'M NOT COMPLAINING
i would do an extended analysis of how great that "descent into villainy" was portrayed in the movie thanks to that and how Tom Blyth and his amazing acting had me almost rooting for Snow at some point but I'm tired and it's late LMAO
analysis coming soon
maybe
idk
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how did lucy gray not get rabies from any of that
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I just finished reading the ballad of songbirds and snakes and holy hell is it good. There are so many twists and turns and young snow is a really fascinating character. It's really interesting seeing how he became the person he is in the og series. What was really interesting to me was seeing him feel and show love and affection to both Lucy and Sejanus, because I really do think he did love them but his past trauma and his capitol mentality meant he valued himself and his reputation more than he valued the love he had for them. Lucy Gray Baird is also a really great character. That ending though. Seriously would highly recommend this book. I'm really looking forward to the film in November now.
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Ballad of Songbird and Snakes - Pure As the Driven Snow
I will say this doesn't really work because driven snow is referring to snow that hasn't been trampled on and has instead blown into drifts. "Pure as the drive snow" does indeed refer to something that is entirely pure.
That said, I definitely thought the Covey song was being a bit ironic in one of their choruses. The entire song is about how we are born pure and the world is hard and changes us.
Everyone's born as clean as a whistle
As fresh as a daisy and not a bit crazy
Stayin' that way is a hard row for hoein'
As rough as a briar, like walkin' through fire
But it was this one that had me thinking - -
This world, it's dark, this world, it's scary
I've taken some hits so no wonder I'm wary
It's why I need you
You're as pure as the driven snow
Because my first thought was, well snow that has been driven on is definitely not pure. For me, it was conjuring up images of something that had been trampled on. Something the world had affected. At this point in the movie, Lucy Gray knows that Snow isn't pure. They've already talked about how they've killed people, how the games (the world) has changed them.
Is this a plea to him? Saying, I trust you. I know what the world has put us through and I trust you. Is she being ironic when she sings that he's as pure as the driven snow? Was she sending him a message with her lyrics that he didn't understand?
It's why I trust you
You're as pure as the driven snow
We only get Snow's perspective and he is an incredibly unreliable narrator.
But when she confronts him on his slip up of three people did, was that really the crux of the relationship crumbling? Or was it his lie about the third person he killed being a metaphorical death of his former self? Was she saying "I know who and what you are and I trust you. I need you as the man you are"? We never get her perspective so it is just conjecture but there does seem to be room for a take on Lucy Gray knew he was not innocent and needed/loved/trusted him anyway until the moment he lied to her and tried to frame an image of himself for her that he thought she might accept the way he had done his entire life.
Did she want purity or did she want authenticity?
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I think one of the things Ballad of Songbird and Snakes did great was not making apologies for Snow. It makes clear that he could have been good. But he chose to become the monster he is
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snow always lands on TOP ME PLEASE
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