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lost-in-beacon-hills · 7 months

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Someone has probably already pointed this out but mentoring is hell. When Snow and all the other kids get assigned to being a mentor for the games they all end up falling for their tribute in a way. Or at least most of them do. They develop soft spots for them. Snow falls for Lucy Gray. Lysistrata fell for Jessup. Even Juno shows remorse over Bobbins death. Nearly all these capitol born children find out when mentoring that the kids they watch die are actually people.

At nearly every turn in the ballad of songbirds and snakes you see all capitol born citizens get personally involved with them. And when they inevitably lose them they all become different. It changes who they were. Each of them gets a little more convinced that their kid isn't district. Snow even pushes the idea that Lucy Gray is practically capitol. Within the mentoring they all view their tribute as the exception. The one that doesn't belong to a district. Their tribute is always better or smarter or kinder than the rest. A few of them even get saved by their tribute. The tribute didn't have to do it but they did. So to them they can't possibly be from a district.

Making the victors mentor the children from their own district is fucked in a lot of ways. Every year they are forced to get close to another kid, knowing their families back home are depending on them to do their best to bring them back. They try their damnedest to save them but the odds aren't always in their favor. It takes away the opportunity for their capitol citizens to humanize them while making them isolated on all sides. They don't want the capitol citizens getting too close because if they do then they'll realize these are people. They allow the winners to go home while being the richest in the district. In twelve, we see that everyone is starving while Haymitch is fine. This helps isolate the victors even more.

Who would want to look at their winner when people are dying and they are doing perfectly fine? Who would want to look at the person that didn't bring your child home? They may know the capitol is to blame but the mentor always shares that responsibility in their mind.

It's part of the punishment for the victors too. It's not enough to force them into prostitution and sex slavery. You need more than bodily control over them to keep them broken and beaten down.

The capitol does such a good job at isolating and punishing victors. You're forced to mentor a child every year that you may or may not know. Half of them are already dying or too weak to fight back and yet you are their only chance of survival. You have to be willing to forgive your fellow mentors for the actions of their tributes because they are the only ones who will ever truly know the hell of losing everything. They are the ones that understand the hate from all sides. The victors are hated by the president, their own districts (outside of the career districts but they have their own fucked problems) and by the kids they have to shepard to death.

Snow's games is designed to make them view the other districts as the enemy and for the most part it works. They want the victors to hate each other but by having control over everything else all they are left with is each other. Even if they wanted to hate each other there would be no point. They have no one else. Their games change them. No one back home is able to pick up their pieces.

In bosbas he reflects that all the capitol mentors now are bonded. It's a club with an unbreakable connection. I think he saw how dangerous it was to let their citizens be too close and just how painful it was to do that job. Imagine being one of the few like Haymitch that had 20+ years of failure to haunt them with a district full of children blaming them for the losses.

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racingcore · 1 year

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need someone to draw that one meme where there is a person holding kids by a leash. but its Finnick in catching fire holding all other allies on leash. cuz damn this man was really tryna just hold it all together from the very start 😭😭

#i didnt get paid enough for this <- probably finnick #finnick odair #wiress #beetee #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #the hunger games #catching fire #the hunger games catching fire #mags flanagan #mags #beetee latier

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johanna-calls-them-nuts · 6 months

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Beetee isn't appreciated enough in Catching Fire.

He nearly died in order to get the coil of wire in the first place and his first thought when he regained consciousness? To make sure they still had it.

After Wiress died, Beetee had one moment to mourn here before he had to shut his emotions off and become a teacher because he was the oldest, smartest tribute there and they needed him to have a plan. He had to be the rational one so he didn't get a moment to mourn the loss of his closest friend.

#the hunger games #beetee latier #wiress #finnick odair #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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achingly-shy · 1 year

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THE QUARTER QUELL ALLIANCE (insp.) — requested by @panemgif

#the hunger games #catching fire #thgedit #geo.gif #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #finnick odair #johanna mason #mags flanagan #beetee latier #wiress #userars #user.bell #userjake #okay so let's ignore how the quality of the last three character gifs is trash lmfao #and also i literally couldn't get a good shot of mags in the arena that would have enough frames to gif without it just being a boomerang #so that's why hers is slightly different #and it's also grainy bc it's from when she volunteered for annie (oh no i may cry) and it was on the tv screen #but yeah!!#hopefully this meets your request!#ik you said scenes with the alliance #but i was scrolling through my inspo tag #and i came across the post i took inspiration for this from (coincidentally it was a finnick set)#and i instantly had an idea #which is insane bc i haven't had a lot of inspo lately

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nourtarts · 11 months

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part 2 of my thg character designs! some of the victors from catching fire (finnick and johanna as promised). some of these slightly based on the movie!

#thg #the hunger games #finnick odair #mags flanagan #beetee #johanna mason #seeder #chaff #wiress #cecelia #annie cresta #odesta #catching fire

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where-our-stories-start · 1 year

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Tributes for the 75th Hunger Games

#the hunger games #catching fire #tributes #75th hunger games #request #panemgif #cashmere #gloss #enobaria #brutus #wiress #beetee #mags #finnick odair #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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justgayloringeverthrone · 7 days

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I'm not having a good day so neither will you, so please remember:

• there might still be people who used Finnick when he was 14 in The Capitol who went unpunished

• Gale's name doesn't make Katniss smile anymore

• Haymitch and Effie didn't actually end up together and he probably never saw her again

• Madge died and will never get her happy ending

• Gale will never go to the woods he used to hunt in

• Haymitch has no family and did not recover from alcoholism

• Johanna was alone when she got back to 7 and probably never got over her hydrophobia and will sink into deep depression and alcoholism and die alone

• Enobaria was also probably tortured like Peeta, Johanna and Annie but nobody ever mentions it just like they don't mention the fact that most/all of her friends and family are dead

• one day Katniss will have to explain to her kids where auntie Prim is

• Katniss and Peeta got a boring ending but were too exhausted to search for a better one

• Beetee had to watch Wiress, his wife, die and most likely will never recover

• Lavinia, the red haired Avox girl, had the most traumatizing life than any other character and yet still died with no one even knowing her name

• Haymitch lost Chaff, his best friend

• Finnick died not knowing Annie was pregnant

• Pollux heard Castor's screams as he was getting ripped apart and Annie heard the cries of other tributes as they were drowning around her

• Tigris saw Lucy Gray in every rainbow

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trashbag-baby666 · 1 year

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Between Tridents and Knives-Finnick Odair

Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: As training starts they bicker over who they want as ally’s and earning Katniss and Peetas trust.

WC: 2,944

C/W: Mentions of Snow selling their bodies and implied smut.

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Fawn sat at the table eating breakfast, accompanied by Librae, Nava, and Finnick. She slowly took bites of the District Four bread that sat in a basket on the table.

They tasted of home to her, to look over and see Finnicks green eyes.

It made her imagine sitting in Finnicks kitchen, well now theirs. Fawn had her own house in the victors village but they had both lived in Finnicks. He had lived there for a few years prior. The house was lived in and had more personality than Fawns.

Sitting in the light blue painted kitchen with big windows looking over the beach and ocean next to their house. The sound of the water crashing into the rocks and sand. The salty water air floats through the house from the open windows.

The taste of the bread Finnick had made in the morning.

But that was far from the truth. They sat in the apartment floors only used once a year to hold two teenagers for a few weeks before they got slaughtered.

"Should we take any guidance going in today?" Finnick broke the silence looking over at the other male victor from 4 acting as the mentor.

"Figure out your guy's pick for allies. I believe Haymitch Abernathy wanted to speak with you two?" Librae wouldn't look at them. Fawna and Finnick weren't close with him but it was still a reminder of home for them.

"Great advice," Fawn rolled her eyes as she finished off her piece of bread.

"Do you two really need my help with combat training and advice?" Librae picked up his head and looked at her. She had a scowl on her face, her golden brown bangs hanging in her face.

"No we don't, right Fawn?" Finnick looked over at his lover.

"We don't, but ally suggestions would help." Fawn hummed looking over at Finnick.

"Here, let's get ready for training." Finick took a swig of his water glass standing up, taking Fawns hand and leading her back to the bedroom.

On the bed the training uniforms sat folded with the black shoes resting on top for them.

Fawn picked hers up holding the black tank top with the silver straps then the black capri pants with the metallic at the bottom.

"Could be worse," Fawn sighed, changing from her sleep wear. Finnick watched but stepped over touching Fawns bare waist as she clipped the black bra on that the tank covered.

"Maybe we have time for something quick?" Finnick whispered in her ear pressing his body against hers.

"No, not right now." Fawn sighed, stepping away from his grip to finish sliding on her capri pants. The both had an odd relationship when it came to intimacy and sometimes physical touch.

After Snow began selling Fawns body after she won and the victory tour things became harder.

She would pretty much have no choice but to just shut up and have sex with the men and women who paid Snow.

She would try to avoid Finnicks touches sometimes when she couldn't handle the touches.

It would send her back to some dimmed over the top capitol house bedroom. A soft yellow glow on her body as she faked her orgasms and pretended she gave two shits about the people.

So when Finnick and Fawn had their occasional scheduled sexual intimacy night it wasn't the same. Fawn began ignoring the feelings attached to it. Kind of just leaving it to part of the going through the motions part of her day.

It took Finnick about a month to notice that Fawn was just stiff. The way she would lay back on the bed, her eyes clamped shut. She didn't even moan as Finnick thrusted his pelvis in and out.

That's when her tears began, she couldn't feel anything but sad and humiliated. Finnick stopped immediately pulling out of her. He laid next to her and began hushing her, brushing her hair from her face.

"I'm sorry," Fawn sobbed, not even opening her eyes and just rubbing away the tears. She cuddled into his bare chest as he held her.

"There's no reason to be sorry, Fawn." Finnicks voice was quiet as he held her small, muscular body. She was shaking as she curled in on herself, relaxing more into him as her tears tired her out, "I'm here love."

Fawn stayed quiet, her eyes shut as she fell asleep, her head on Finnick's chest. She looked peaceful, her chest rising and falling, her eyelashes delicately resting on her cheeks, her soft pink lips pulled into a straight line.

Fawn stood in the elevator heading down to the training center. They weren't completely sure why but maybe it was about the unspoken elephant in the room.

The rebellion.

There had been uprisings in four ever since the victory tour for Katniss and Peeta.

The door opened to the elevator and Haymitch stood against the wall facing the elevator looking at the pair.

He motioned for them to follow him, Finnick took Fawns hand and they followed him down a long hallway. Going somewhere secluded, something needed to be said to the two. They rounded a corner and into a dark room, Haymitch shut the door and stood in front of it.

"So why're we here? Are we just going to be killed now?" Fawn copped an attitude losing a bit of patience.

"No, we actually need you two alive." Haymitch stood close his voice barely a whisper, "District 13 is still a place. Plutarch is behind it all. We've had a plan working for years and this quell was set up to get the victors out of the arena and take you to 13. But we need Katniss, she's what sparked the rebellion, she's the symbol of hope." Haymitch explained, "We need to keep her alive but I also made a deal with her that I'd keep Peeta alive. So now the mentors are setting up an alliance. You two, Wiress and Beetee, and Johanna and Blight. Others know of it but you guys are the main key to it. To keep Katniss from turning on you guys you need to protect Peeta."

"This sounds like a terrible plan." Fawn began.

"Fawn, just listen, this is plausible." Finnick squeezed her hand.

After they made their deal with Haymitch they walked into the training center. Not even all the tributes were here. The morphlings sat at the painting station painting pink swirls on each other's faces, Beetee and Wiress were trying to start a fire, Katniss and Peeta at the knot tying station, and Johanna was on a training platform working with an axe. Fawn swallowed hard. Was she really going to let Finnick die for Katniss? She knew she had to protect Finnick coming into this game, she didn't trust Katniss there was just something about her.

"Where do we wanna start," Finnick asked, putting his arm around the small of her back.

"I'm going to freshen up on my knife skills." Fawn stepped away from Finnick and walked over to the table of throwing knives. She picked one up tossing it around in her hand. She walked over to the small screen selecting hologram targets. She stood on the sensor grabbing a handful of knives in her left hand.

The first orange hologram ran towards her and Fawn sent a knife barreling into the chest. The next one appeared moving behind other hologram targets, Fawn watched for a moment before picking the right time and sent a knife into the head of the hologram.

She threw a few more before two holograms came running. Fawn watched as they intersected and sent one knife going through both of them.

She sighed, setting the rest of the knives on the table and walking over to where Finnick was at the knot tying station.

"Wanting to show off already, hun?" Finnick didn't miss a beat as he tied a few knots that could create a net.

"I said I'm just freshening up on my skills." Fawn rolled her eyes.

"Let me show you the best knot to know in the arena." Finnick smirked, grabbing another rope off the wall. Fawn didn't work with ropes much at home really that was more Finnicks job.

Fawn crossed her arms watching him as he began tying a noose.

"For once don't look at me, look at the knot." Finnick chuckled, wrapping the rope around itself.

"Fin," Fawn went to grab his wrist but he slipped it around his neck and tightened it.

"You know, then just." He pretended to hang himself.

"Wow, you're so funny I'm laughing so hard." Fawn stood there with a straight face shifting her weight.

"Do you wanna take me for a walk?" Finnick held the rope out to Fawn. She smirked and grabbed it as she began prancing around the training area. A shit eating grin ran across her face as the other victors looked at her as she dragged around Finnick. He also had a smile across his face. Cashmere and Gloss stood in a corner by the spears glaring at them.

"Can I pet your dog?" Johanna walked over to the two of them as Fawn walked in front of where all the game makers watched them.

"He bites," Fawn giggled.

"Only bites you," Finnick took the noose off his neck and leaned into Fawn.

"Shut up," Fawn shoved Finnick.

Later on Fawn sat with Wiress and Beetee as they talked about the force field in front of the game makers.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year," Fawn looked at the two. But everyone came over to watch Katniss shoot as she was in one of the interactive areas.

"Damn," Johanna walked over to where Finnick and Fawn stood.

"Didn't know she was that good," Fawn breathed out.

"She did manage to pull an 11 last year for a training score," Finnick looked down at her. As she finished, Wiress began clapping and Katniss turned to see everyone watching her.

"So, Fawn and Finnick, who do you guys want as allies?"Lysis asked. Of course Nava, Atala, and Lysis were oblivious to what was really going on.

"Beetee, Wiress, and Johanna." Fawn didn't miss a beat as she took another bite of the rice and gravy that they served for dinner.

"What about Katniss and Peeta?" Nava asked.

"I want them but Fawn isn't sure yet," Finnick smiled at the two stylists. Fawn sometimes got impatient with them and their pure ignorance and almost capitol stupidity. But she also valued them as people too her were just looking out for her best self interest.

"I think it would be wonderful, the capital's star crossed couples allied together." Atala smiled, taking some fruit from a plate in the center of the table.

"Yeah something like that," Fawn huffed. Finnick gently squeezed her thigh, in the end once the gong would go off to start the games. It didn't matter because they were going to protect Katniss and Peeta and get out of the damned arena and this damned country.

The second day of training they'd decided would be for talking with others to build a foundation for their plan.

Finnick put an arm around Fawns waist as they rode down the elevator to go to the training center. The doors opened and they stepped out walking down the hall to the training center.

"Let's play nice today," Finnick smirked looking down at Fawn as they came in the doors to the training center.

"Shut up," she shoved him gently around everyone that was there yesterday.

"Why don't you go talk to Katniss?" Finnick smirked looking at Fawn.

"Why? Can't you go talk to her and I'll talk to Peeta?" Fawn crossed her arms tilting her head slightly looking at him. She wasn't really good at girl talk. She tried her best, being surrounded by capitol people made it easier for her.

"Because you can do girl talk, I can't." Finnick turned on his heels and walked over to Peeta at the painting station leaving Fawn standing alone in the middle of the training area.

She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly walked over to where Katniss was shooting targets with her bow. To Fawn she hadn't yet realized if she couldn't get Katniss to trust her before the games she could turn around and kill Fawn and Finnick.

"Girl on fire," Fawn came up behind her, Fawns voice riddled with enthusiasm.

"Mrs. Odair," Katniss set her bow down and turned looking at Fawn. The nickname Katniss just used, of course to taunt her. Made butterflies flap through Fawns stomach, they wanted to marry so badly. They were getting around to finally getting engaged and doing it in District Four. Then the Quarter Quell was announced, Fawn was hoping if they made it to District 13 they could marry there.

"Can I offer you some tips with a knife? Knowing your way around one can do you some good? Maybe you can show me how to set a snare, I saw the ones you set in the last games." Fawn crossed her arms looking up at the taller girl.

"Sure," Katniss grabbed a few knives from the wrack of weapons. Fawn grabbed a few and Katniss stepped out of the way. Fawn positioned herself in the middle, as she decided to use the targets like they were others coming at her. She threw about five knives before stepping away. Katniss knew how successful Clove had been with throwing knives last year, now this was Fawns speciality.

"Here it's your turn," Fawn stepped away and let Katniss step up, "Square your shoulders to your target, there's a few ways you can hold your knife, the way I hold it is like this." Fawn stood next to Katniss and grabbed a knife grabbing it by the handle and like you would a hammer. She then sent it flying into a target's chest.

"Why don't you give it a shot?" Fawn tried to offer a smile to Katniss but it faltered. Katniss stood like how Fawn did and gripped the knife and threw it, sending it into a target's leg.

"Well that's a good start you'd at least injure them?" Fawn shrugged as she continued helping Katniss. After about half an hour Katniss was showing her how to set snares.

"Fawn come here," Finnick waved Fawn over as she practiced starting a fire with two sticks. Fawn rolled her eyes, she got up and walked over to Finnick. He grabbed a trident off a wrack and handed another to Fawn.

"I know my way around one of these," Fawn looked at the glorified spear. She had worked with these at home spearing fish and Finnick had shown her some things with one.

"Oh do you now?" Finnick smirked, moving impossibly closer to her, his breath running over her cheek and he winked kissing her cheek, "Fine then show me."

"Fuck you Finnick." Fawn rolled her eyes as he got off the small platform in the training area. Fawn readied herself with one and stabbed into the air spinning herself around; she couldn't imagine how silly she may be looked stabbing things that aren't there.

"So you know your way down but your form was wrong honey." Finnick got up onto the platform.

"I'll kill you right here," Fawn chuckled dryly as she set the trident back on the rack, "I can use one if I need Finnick, I'm not an expert like you."

Fawn walked over back to the fire starting area where Beetee and Wiress sat trying to start a fire.

"Hello my dear," Beetee smiled at her. Beetee was always more than happy to talk with Fawn at victor events. He was somewhat a father figure t0 her, she was a younger victor and he took it upon himself to be there for her.

"Hey," Fawn sat down by them, Wiress ran a gentle hand over her honey brown hair, "Yeah I needed a bit of a length change." Last victor event Fawn had longer hair that she would wear in low space buns usually.

"I like it," Wiress nodded.

"Thank you," Fawn smiled, "Here Beetee if you move your hands down more and faster you should have more luck starting a fire."

"A little brute forth," Wiress smiled.

"Is always helpful," Beetee chuckled, "Thank you darling."

"By the corner of the table." Wiress looked up at where the game makers sat. Fawn had learned how Wiress functioned, after her games she had gone a little mentally unstable. But she was so smart and always found a way to get her point across.

"Plutarch?" Fawn looked over at the two. Beetee lifted his glasses up looking at what Wiress was saying.

"No next to him," Wiress pointed.

"Force field," Beetee smirked. It stunned Fawn how smart they were. How smart most people from district three were. She remembers how shocked she was last year when the boy from district three was able to wire the tribute platforms back into bombs.

"How can you tell?" Fawn furrowed her eyebrows.

"It's shimmering on the top left hand side." Beetee gently moved Fawns head to where she could better see it.

"Do you see it now?" Fawn nodded looking at it.

"It's like glass." She observed.

"A barrier between us and them." Wiress hummed.

"Katniss shot an arrow at them last year during her training." Fawn bit her lip re telling the story she had heard multiple times.

"It's electro magnetic." Beetee said, setting his glasses back on after staring it down, "There's always a flaw in the system."

#finnick odair x oc #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #johanna mason #beetee latier #wiress #the hunger games #catching fire

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incorrecthungergamesquotes · 1 year

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Beetee: You're supposed to bang your fist against mine.

Wiress: Why?

Beetee: I'm told it's a widely accepted gesture for mutual success.

Finnick: I love it when you two impersonate earthlings.

#source: bones #incorrect quotes #beetee latier #wiress #finnick odair

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kald-dal-art · 2 months

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More Victor art! Combo of OCs and Canon Victors 👌

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lost-in-beacon-hills · 7 months

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We all know that Katniss lost the only thing she wanted to keep during the war. Her only goal has always been to care for Prim. But she loses her.

I think the way the series ends guts me so much is because every single victor loses what they started for.

Specifically district twelve victors.

Katniss loses Prim the sister she volunteers for. Strictly speaking this is the catalyst of the story. If she hadn't volunteered none of the rest would have happened. And yet in the end it didn't matter. Whether she won or lost she still couldn't save Prim. Every bit of her trauma feels in vain because she lost the one goal she had. But we as readers know that it was horrible sacrifice that was well worth it. But to Katniss had she known it would end that way I'm not sure she would view it as a fair exchange.

Peeta loses himself. It's an odd thing to say he lost but he did. Snow broke him so fully that he can't tell reality from fabricated memory. He tells Katniss that he doesn't want the games to change him. And yet he does. It's painful. But in the grand scheme of it all a missing leg and a darker personality is the price he pays for Panem's liberation.

Haymitch lost so much. His girlfriend, his mother and his brother. This hurts so much because he did make it back safely. He won and was expecting to go back able to give them food and shelter. He finally pulled them out of the seam. Killing 41 other kids may have messed with him but it's a small price for your family's ensured success. Only once he wins the capitol punishes him for winning. And he loses what he did it for. He has nothing left. Every person he cared for ended up dead. Even his fellow victors. He lost so many people that at the end of the war not even Snow and Coin dying evens the scales.

Lucy Gray Baird wanted to sing with her covey. She wanted a happy life and yet she disappears. Leaving behind a madman that kills everyone and boxes in district twelve. Fencing in the people taking the meadows and Forrest away. No one gets to experience the happy places of twelve safely without punishment of death.

Of course these aren't the only people in the series that make huge sacrifices for the sake of winning the war. Finnick dies, Annie raises a baby without a husband, Mags dies, Johanna loses her family. A lot of the victors die before the war ends.

The hard pill to swallow is justifying the deaths it takes to win the war. It will gut the reader to see everyone fail on a personal level just to win for the future generation.

#hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mallark #haymitch abernathy #johanna mason #finnick odair #annie cresta #mags flanagan #lucy gray baird #gloss #cashmere #beetee #wiress #ballad of songbirds and snakes #enobaria #brutus

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hungergamesheadcanons · 4 months

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Christmas In Panem

Christmas in the Capitol was loud.

Everyone met up with family and friends in the morning, exchanging presents and having a big heavy lunch to last them through to the evening. Parents with children would play with them til the evening, when they were put to bed. Other adults headed to parties in the afternoon, while parents would join the festivities later on, and they would party til the early hours of the morning.

In more elite circles, the elite would have one long party, lasting from lunch til 2am or later. If they were especially elite, you may have a Victor or two there for entertainment - Finnick Odair was always a popular choice, as we're Cashmere and Gloss, but since their schedules always blocked off Christmas Day due to their impressive popularity, you'd take what you could get depending on when you arranged the for.

This year's Christmas Party, the year before the 74th Annual Hunger Games, President Snow's get together was in full throttle. Harold Galloway, the District 1 Victor of the 73rd Games, had the honour of being this year's entertainment, the citizens around him oohing and aahing appropriately as he recalled how he slaughtered other children. President Snow was sipping from a glass of wine, a white napkin held loosely in his hands. The red stains upon it could have been from the wine, or maybe the blood he was coughing up when he thought he could get away with it.

It wasn't necessarily fun. It was expected, and Snow watched dispassionately as the Capitol roared with excitement as Avoxes brought out more refreshments.

Only a couple more hours to go.

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Christmas in District 1 was luxurious.

Everyone in the Districts got the day off, as the Capitol would riot if they didn't. Snow blanketed the beautiful gardens in 1, falling gently to the floor as small children laughed and played in it.

In one large house, beautifully furnished, a large spread covered a table. Meat wasn't always eaten, but Christmas demanded it, and a blonde girl sat at the table with her family, happily eating her Christmas dinner.

Glimmer watched as her mother and father playfully bickered, her mother 'aggressively' rubbing the gravy off his white shirt with a wet cloth. All 3 were dressed in their best finery, as they'd be taking photos for the Capitol cards later that day.

It was a good day. Glimmer had just been told she was to be the volunteer for next year's games, and she looked forward to next year's Christmas party, with Glimmer a Victor. Her mother had placed an order for a new dress, silver with shimmers, beautiful stitching making up most of the bodice. She was excited to wear it on her victory tour.

Only one year to go.

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District 2 didn't observe Christmas as closely as the Capitol did, but they still parties.

Most Christmas parties were filled with cakes and sweet treats, a rarity even for the richer people, and children would gorge on them until they felt sick. Cato watched his two younger siblings do just that, laughing as they fell to the ground, stomachs swollen from the rich food.

Their family friend, Clove, sat nearby, conversing with his mother as she ate a slice of chocolate cake. Clove didn't have a family, having been orphaned at a young age, so Cato's had practically taken her in, raising her to be every bit as ferocious as Cato himself.

He expected that they'd be the next Cashmere-Gloss duo, winning consecutive games. He was excited, so excited, to see what the future held for them.

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District 3's Christmas was full of light.

Everyone worked together to create a light show on drones, starting with simpler ones made by school children to incredibly intricate ones worked on through the year by people in work.

Beetee and Wiress, who had programmed the grand finale for this year's display, watched with pride as the drones in the sky created a series of fireworks, each exploding into multiple presents which opened to form a giant Santa Claus. The children oohed and aahed, before squealing in joy as the drones started circling the crowd, dropping little sweets into each child's palm.

Next year, they'd create something bigger and better.

And maybe the year after that, they'd have more people to work with.

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District 4 all gathered together for Christmas.

Multiple large tables were unfolded on the beach, with the older people cooking various kinds of food that ended up placed in the middle of the tables. Buffet style, which was incredibly popular in the Capitol, but originated in 4.

They'd all eat together, an incredible show of community and togetherness, raucous laughter and joyous screaming drowning out the sound of gulls. After the food was done, as the sun was setting and the tide rolled in, they'd sing together, everything from carols to shanties, and when the sun finally set and the waves lapped at their toes, they'd head inside, content with another Christmas well spent.

Finnick stumbled into his house, a massive grin splitting his face even though there were no alcohol or drugs running through his system for once. Annie stumbled behind him, still quietly humming along to We Wish You A Merry Christmas, the two falling onto a couch and hugging each other close as they sang together, interspersed with the occasional giggle. Mags laughed silently as she headed to the kitchen, making some hot chocolate as the younger two had splashed through the ocean with no shoes on, and would undoubtedly end up sick the next day.

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District 5's Christmas celebrations were filled with fireworks.

All different colours, red, green, blue, yellow lit up the sky. Children screamed in joy, while adults gave out fresh fruit for them to enjoy.

They all went to bed early that night, as they had to be back to work the next day.

District's 6, 7 and 8 were much the same, one Johanna Mason mused. She was in the Capitol, watching the Districts celebrations on TV. She had been reluctantly glad to see Finnick enjoying his celebrations, for once covered up and genuinely smiling as Annie hung off his arm and Mags plied the two with more food.

Even 9 wasn't too dissimilar, she sighed as she took a drink, except instead of fireworks they released lanterns, multiple colours lighting up the sky in a beautiful display. 10 and 11 shared the same tradition, except with plain white lanterns, and Johanna watched them rise into the sky, bored.

Maybe there was something else on...

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District 12's Christmas... well, they didn't really celebrate.

The mines were too dangerous, and even though they got the day off, there were no food handouts or communal events.

But some people did celebrate in their homes.

An eleven year old Primrose Everdeen was dancing around in her new outfit, bought for her first reaping next year. It tugged at Katniss's heartstrings, even as her mother smiled indulgently.

She hated the Hunger Games, and what everything stood for. But it was fine.

Prim was only in there once next year. And Katniss would just take more tesserae as she got older, to make sure that Prim had the smallest chance of being reaped possible.

It was the least she deserved.

#the hunger games #the hunger games fanfic #christmas #merry christmas bitches #coriolanus snow #glimmer #cato #clove #beetee latier #wiress #finnick odair #annie cresta #mags flanagan #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #primrose everdeen

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johanna-calls-them-nuts · 7 months

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This is either dumb or brilliant but-

In Catching Fire the Movie,

Wiress and Beetee rarely speak verbally to each other. They don't need too. They communicate with their eyes and facial expressions.

Katniss slowly catches on, being the first to be able to communicate with Wiress.

And then, in thirteen, the first time Katniss sees Beetee she doesn't greet him, just exchanges this questioning glance and hand gestures with him.

Non Verbal Communication

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #wiress #beetee latier #hunger games movies #catching fire

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agentem · 5 months

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Songbirds in THG series

Besides Lucy Gray and Coriolanus who are both songbirds and snakes (at different points of the novel), I have noticed that there is a lot of bird symbolism in THG:

Katniss, loved to sing with her father, is "the Mockingjay", duh.

Rue, loves singing, uses mockingjays to aid her, often described as "about to take flight", appears to Katniss as bird in her dreams

Primrose, "little duck", sometimes stands the way Rue did like she is about to take flight causing flashbacks for Katniss

Maysilee Donner, wore the mockingjay pin, had a pet bird (given to Katniss' mother), killed by poison birds

Wiress, sings like a canary in a coal mine before being killed

Who am I missing?

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #katniss everdeen #lucy gray baird #rue #maysilee donner #wiress #primrose everdeen

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heavensbeehall · 3 months

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More about the other victors & chapter 16

They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.

Again, Katniss is not a sexual being yet. She is most comfortable with Beetee, Wiress and Mags because she understands those type of relationships. Also the three of them are awsome.

I glance around the Training Center. Peeta is at the center of a ribald circle of knife throwers. The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls. The male tribute from District 5 is vomiting wine on the swordfighting floor. Finnick and the old woman from his district are using the archery station. Johanna Mason is naked again and oiling her skin down for a wrestling lesson. I decide to stay put.

Peeta is much better with people, all kinds of people. Katniss doesn't know what to do with naked people. So she stays with the nerds.

I want to know what Finnick and Mags talk about at the archery station.

I feel bad, knowing that their district must have suffered much worse than ours. I feel I need to defend my people.

Here's a chicken or the egg question. Are the victors from 3 and 4 rebels because their districts are rebellious. Or are the districts rebellious because their victors are?

Plutarch Heavensbee in the magnificent purple robe with the fur-trimmed collar that designates him as Head Gamemaker. He's eating a turkey leg.

I don't know why I find it hilarious that he's eating a turkey leg, but I do. I am imagining one of those rlly big ones from fairs and stuff.

When we make our way into the dining area, I see some of Peeta's gang have other ideas. They're dragging all the smaller tables to form one large table so that we all have to eat together. Now I don't know what to do. Even at school I used to avoid eating at a crowded table. Frankly, I'd probably have sat alone if Madge hadn't made a habit of joining me.

I wonder whose idea this was. I suspect Chaff. But we can see some of the school versions of Katniss and Peeta. He was always with a group from the town kids. She prefers to be alone.

Chaff doesn't seem as bad at lunch. He's sober, and while he talks too loud and makes bad jokes a lot, most of them are at his own expense. I can see why he would be good for Haymitch, whose thoughts run so darkly. But I'm still not sure I'm ready to team up with him.

This description of Chaff reminds me of my dad. He's a people-person and feels the need to entertain everyone all the time. (It can be exhausting and I can see why someone as introverted and inhibited as Katniss would be put off.) But the fact that he makes an effort to seek out Haymitch--who pushes everyone away--makes me love him. You know Haymitch says mean stuff to him and he just laughs it off.

After lunch I do the edible-insect station with the District 8 tributes--Cecelia, who's got three kids at home, and Woof, a really old guy who's hard of hearing and doesn't seem to know what's going on since he keeps trying to stuff poisonous bugs in his mouth.

I think Woof knows exactly what he's doing when he puts poisonous bugs in his mouth.

Finnick appears again when I'm picking up fishing tips, but mostly just to introduce me to Mags, the elderly woman who's also from District 4. Between her district accent and her garbled speech--possibly she's had a stroke-- I can't make out more than one in four words. But I swear she can make a decent fishhook out of anything--a thorn, a wishbone, an earring. After a while I tune out the trainer and simply try to copy whatever Mags does. When I make a pretty good hook out of a bent nail and fasten it to some strands of my hair, she gives me a toothless smile and an unintelligible comment I think might be praise. Suddenly I remember how she volunteered to replace the young, hysterical woman in her district. It couldn't be because she thought she had any chance of winning. She did it to save the girl, just like I volunteered last year to save Prim. And I decide I want her on my team.

Do we thinks Mags did have a stroke? I have a headcanon that she's had a speech impediment her whole life but that's just in the imaginary Mags story I write in my head.

In fact, I feel as if I've somehow been initiated into the victors' circle. During the next two days, I spend time with almost everybody headed for the arena. Even the morphlings, who, with Peeta's help, paint me into a field of yellow flowers.

Yellow flowers again.

Mags, who I can understand a little better now, decides she's just going to take a nap.

Queen shit. I love Mags.

#mags flanagan #finnick odair #beetee latier #wiress #johanna mason #the morphlings #woof #haymitch abernathy

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