SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES.

THE  REVOLUTION  LIVES.

[burntodds]

#burntodds:      independent,  selective  and  mutuals  only  writing  blog  for  multiple  characters  from  the  hunger  games.  all  characters  have  been  created  around  both  canon  and  personal  headcanons.  tortured  regularly  by  hope.  est.  forever  ago.  please  be  aware  this  is  a  sideblog  to  my  hub  and  all  follow  backs  will  come  from  @theirlives.  

i.    ROSTER.          ii.    MEMES.          iii.    BLOGROLL.

[nghtmarish]

@burntodds ; negan / 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ; 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

    𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.   not  just  alive,  stitched  back  together  and  the  victor  of  the  fiftieth  hunger  games,  it  all  come  down  to  a  matter  of  seconds  and  he  could  have  quite  easily  be  returning  to  district  twelve  in  a  wooden  box  rather  than  on  the  train.   but  something  still  felt  off,  like  everyone  was    𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   him  and  he  didn't  exactly  know  why.   haymitch  had  done  what  everyone  had  wanted  him  to,  he  had  played  their  game  and  won  it.   why  didn't  it  feel  over  yet?   getting  a  chance  to  talk  with  negan  before  his  victor's  interview  with  casear  flickerman,  he  was  just  hoping  to  get  some    𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬   and  he  needed  to  just  know  how  to  handle  this.   he  had  won  against  double  the  tributes,  losing  a  friend  from  home  and  the  final  fight  that  he  had  thought  would  be  his  end,  the  only  thing  that  had  saved  him  was  the  forcefield  that  had  really  worked  in  his  favour.   this  couldn't  be  about  the  forcefield,  could  it?   they  designed  it  and  he  didn't  even  mean  to  use  it  to  his  advantage,  he  just  collapsed  due  to  his  injuries,  how  was  he  supposed  to  know  the  district  one  girl  would  throw  her  axe?   it  didn't  matter  anymore,  he  was  going  home  and  he  could  just  get  through  the  last  few  things  before  he  could  be  back  with  his  family.

    𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧,   ignoring  the  way  he  seemed  to  still  ache  as  for  some  reason,  he  couldn't  meet  his  mentor's  eyes  as  he  looked  anywhere  else  from  him,   "   bet  you  didn't  think  we'd  be  seeing  each  other  again,    "   haymitch  tried  to  sound  somewhat  humourous  as  he  chanced  a  look  at  him,  forcing  some  sort  of  a  smile  as  he  did.   shifting  in  his  seat,  teeth  pulling  at  his  bottom  lip  for  a  moment  and  he  didn't  look  away  from  him,   "   whatever  you  wanna  say,  just  say  it.   i  can  handle  it,    "

[burntodds]

"i  sure  as  shit  did  not."    he  ain’t  about  to  sugarcoat  it.  negan  treated  every  tribute  under  his  guidance  with  a  brutally  honest  approach  and  he  can’t  afford  to  let  that  change  just  because  haymitch  won.  if  anything    [...]    it’s  gotta  get  worse  now,    because  he’s  about  to  be  trapped  in  it  all;    under  the  goddamn  thumb  of  the  capitol.  surviving  never  truly  means  victory  in  their  world,    no  matter  what  they  want  people  to  believe.  better  that  lesson  learnt  sooner  rather  than  later.  maybe  then  it  won’t  be  as  big  a  surprise  to  them  as  it  was  him  all  those  years  ago  when  he  came  home.    ⸻    besides,  why  lie?    outta  all  the  personalities  reaped  this  year,  almost  no  one  was  betting  on  the  kids  from  district  12.    not  even  their  own  mentor.    it’s  a  tale  as  old  as  time  at  this  point  and  he  knows  not  to  have  hope,  but  shit,  what  a  motherfucking  plot  twist.  never  would’a  guessed  abernathy  had  it  in  him.

except  every  action  has  consequences:   especially  those  that  dare  to  challenge  the  supposed  -  natural  order.    "i  thought  for  shit  you  were  a  goner  when  that  crazy  chick  boomeranged  her  axe  like    —    "    next  action  is  swift.  quick  enough  that  it  can  be  mistaken  for  no  more  than  a  recreation;    bat  lifts,    then  swings  real  fast,  mimicking  the  action  he  speaks  of.  it  slams  HARD  against  the  wall,    directly  over  what  former  victor  believes  to  be  a  surveillance  device  listening  in.  that’ll  buy  ‘em  some  temporary  privacy.    "i  mean,  are  your  guts  even  still  inside  you?"    leather  creaks,   weapon  lowering  to  step  forward  and  take  a  seat  opposite  the  younger.  that’s  when  voice  lowers,  demeanor  slipping  into  something  a  little  more  serious.    "we  gotta  prepare  you.  it’s  time  to  batten  down  the  fuckin'  hatches  on  the  monumental  clusterfuck  of  a  snowstorm  that  is  about  to  rain  down  on  our  goddamn  parade.  that  badass  move  with  the  force  field?    [...]    they're  not  gonna  like  that."

[burntodds]

new  muse  list  can  be  found  here.

[falloncarringtongifs]

DYNASTY Something Desperate

[thebabysitter]

SCREAM VI (2023)

dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillett

[burntodds]

it’s  very  likely  the  you  got  not  guts  spencer  monroe  scene  is  completely  thg  lore,  and  it’s  even  more  likely  somebody  who  was  trying  to  turn  on  the  mockingay    (  katniss  ),    haymitch  or  peeta.  even  if  they  were  coin’s  buddy,  coin’s  pal.  sorry,  coin!  they  did  have  guts!  he’s  never  been  so  wrong  in  his  whole  life!      tldr:  i’m  almost  certain  negan  got  put  in  district  13  prison  at  some  point  during  the  rebellion.  she  10/10  regrets  inviting  him  and  his  bat  to  the  party.

[esc0rted]

how very unlike her, to crave a moment of calm. she, who thrives on the vitality of a room full of dancing and laughter. of an evening spent in true glamour, under the heat of the lights. it's what she does best, but even a seasoned professional needs to recharge. she has found her solace on the nearest empty balcony, seated with a drink in hand as the music hums on from behind. with one leg crossed neatly over the other, she gives her feet a rest from the six - inch gold heels that have paired so perfectly alongside her metallic dress ( though she would never dare take them off ).

her gaze lifts as footsteps signal the arrival of company. god knows that twelve's rare victor is the last face she would have imagined she'd see here at this hour. negan smith had claimed his victory and transferred out of twelve long before she'd ever stepped a fateful foot there, but she's always been keenly aware of him and his legacy. not to mention his reputation. " negan ━━ this is certainly a surprise. "

@burntodds : stepping back: while they’re both attending a particularly lively and crowded party, both muses, craving a moment of peace and fresh air, accidentally go to the same balcony. unwilling to leave, they sit together, and begin to talk as the party spins on behind their backs. [ from negan smith ]

[burntodds]

it’s  all  one  big  mighty  fucking  spectacle.    ⸻    pulling  him  into  district  twelve’s  𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜,  despite  being  accused  of  abandoning  them  long  ago.  not  through  choice,  of  course.  is  anything  a  victor  does  by  choice?  they  all  find  themselves  pressed  beneath  the  same  piece  of  shit  thumb,  𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬  to  a  president  thirsty  to  stay  in  𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹,  but  explaining  that  to  those  left  behind  is  wasted  breath.  even  more  so  now  sordid  reputation  has  grown  all  the  more  notorious.  negan  is  no  longer  an  𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎  amongst  the  crowd.  he  leads  and  he  trains;    brutal,  violent,  infamous.  such  actions  have  left  him  UNWELCOME  in  a  place  he  once  called  𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞,  though  that  didn’t  stop  coriolanus  from  demanding  his  attendance  at  the  74th  games  capitol  party to commend their victors.  dark  eyes  are forced  to  watch  the  world  gleefully  re  -  live  a  fight  his  own  kids tributes  didn’t  survive.  he  knows  it  serves  as  a  𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴  more  than  an  invitation.  presence  is  no  more  than  silent,  threatening  reminder  that  winning  doesn’t  mean  peace,  while  also  showing  negan    (    once  again    )    how  𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴  he  is  regardless  of  fearsome  legacy. 

blood  boils  beneath  surface;    that  same  old  𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞,  𝐡𝐨𝐭  𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞  that  has  fingers  flexing  from  open  palm  to  fist,  back  to  open  palm.  his  temper  has  never  been  easily  subdued.  just  one  wrong  fucking  look  from  the  wrong  fucking  asshole  can set  him  off  and  he’s  at  least  smart  enough  to  step  outside  before  this  happens.  the  fresh  air  hits  face  with  a  deep  breath  out.  it  isn’t  anywhere  near  cool  enough  to  simmer  that  𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲,  but  it’ll  do.  for  now.  it’s  only  when  effie  speaks  that  negan  becomes  aware  she’s  claimed  this  spot,  head  turning.    "    miss  trin  -  ket.    "    name  is  spoken  with  emphasis  on  every  syllable,  ever  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛  even  when  there’s  only  ONE  audience  member.  previously  hardened  features  have  already  schooled  themselves  into  that  shark  -  like  grin,  teeth  bared  while  eyes  momentarily  light  up  in  greeting.  don’t  let  anyone  see  you  weak.    "    i  do  believe  the  surprise  is  all  mine.  here  i  was,  thinking  i  was  the  fuckin’  fairest  of  them  all  tonight,  until  i  saw  𝘺𝘰𝘶.    "    compliment  is  delivered  with  a  head  bow,  as  if  bestowing  a  title  worthy  of  𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲  upon  her.  he  straightens  back  up  to  full  height  a  beat  later,  right  side  leaning  against  balcony,  getting  real  comfortable  instead  of  apologising  for  interrupting  what  was  previously  a  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝  moment  for  her.    "    and  might  i  add,  that  dress  is  goddamn  beautiful.  i  almost  wore  the  same.    "

[tay-swifts]

✧ JENNA ORTEGA Met Gala (May 01, 2023)

[disdaidal]

"This is where they fought. They fought for her. And they died with her name on their lips and their honor and integrity intact. And in doing so, they condemned their species to annihilation. She led them all to their deaths. Neutrality. It won't get you a statue. But it'll certainly help in keeping you alive."

— The Witcher (2019-) | 3.1 Shaerrawedd

[burntodds]

@wontenth    sent    :    you  don't  owe  me  anything.  i  don't  think  any  of  us  should  owe  each  other  anything.      things  my  friends’  muses  have  said  meme.

"    no  the  fuck  we  should  not.    ⸻    but  who  in  the  damn  hell  else  is  gonna  look  out  for  our  asses?    "    leather  jacket  creaks  as  bat  lifts  to  set  upon  shoulder.  it’s  𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥  more  than  threatening;    posture  loose,  as  if  there  isn't  a  care  in  the  world  despite  standing  not  far  from  the  𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎  of  former  district.  he  doesn’t  completely  know  who  it  is  opposite  him,  both  hidden  in  trees  just  outside  twelve.  smoke  continues  to  rise  from  the  attack  that  landed  weeks  ago  and  while  savior  rebels  are  here  to  scavenge,  they’re  also  on  the  look  -  out  for  anyone  𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲.  so  far,  lucy  is  the  first.    "    were  you  here  when  all  of that back there went    .  .  .    "    the  former  victor  doesn’t  finish  sentence  with  words,  as  much  as  a  long  whistle  that  gets  lower    &    lower  before  ending  in  𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  sound  effects.  gloved  hands  even  add  in  a  dramatic  flare  for further unnecessary representation.   "    .  .  .  .    bombs away?    "    question  might  appear  inappropriately 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌,  but  there’s  still  an  ANGER  burning  in  his  eyes  that  never  fades.  if  anything,  it  edges  closer  to  𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱    (    aimed  directly  at  their  president    )    with  each  passing  day,  overpowering  the  exhaustion  that  comes  from  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.    "    not  a  whole  lot’a  people  left  to  owe  anyone  shit  anymore.  maybe you might  wanna  take  that  into  consideration  and  re  -  evaluate  your  stance.    "

[danielslaw]

BARRETT CARNAHAN AS JOHN KREESE COBRA KAI SEASON 3 EPISODE 6 FLASHBACKS.

[burntodds]

it's  the  fact  negan  has  probably  known  all  his  district  1  tributes  so  long,  he's  basically  played  a  part  in  raising  them,  given  the  fact  career  tributes  train  their  whole  lives.  and  ppl  wonder  why  he's  a  bat-swinging  lunatic.  he's  tired  of  raising  kids  for  the  slaughter.  it  was  bad  enough  mentoring  them  in  the  first  place,  but  -

[burntodds]

negan  being  so  severely  unhinged  they  moved  him  to  district  1  to  train  career  tributes.  yikes. 

[hellboys]

negan smith in every episode (2/??) THE WALKING DEAD ↳ 7.03 – the cell

[mcflymemes]

THINGS MY FRIENDS' MUSES HAVE SAID *  assorted dialogue written by my talented mutuals, adjust as necessary

you are stronger than you think.

there's so much you don't know.

sorry to unload this on you. i just don't get to talk about this much.

i'm sorry for misleading you.

you ought to know that. someone ought to tell you.

you really don't tire of this, do you?

i'm running out of patience for this.

you don't owe me anything. i don't think any of us should owe each other anything.

it's... hard to explain, actually.

sorry for waking you.

the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

i know you're just being nice.

i'll take the blame for this.

you're unbearably ridiculous.

i'm leaving after i get my coat.

quit your grinning.

what if we stayed up later tonight?

i'm still figuring it out myself.

you know i'm just gonna keep asking.

i spilled coffee all over not one, but two shirts.

as treacherous as i thought it might be, this journey has been rather... well. interesting, to say the least.

where did you learn to dance?

why the sudden declaration? you're not leaving me, are you?

maybe we should head back to camp.

the stars looked too pretty last night. i couldn't sleep inside my tent.

i love you. i care about you... but you're scaring me.

i hope you don't think you're going to lure me into your bed after a few charming words.

aren't you supposed to offer your assistance with stuff like this?

maybe you could help me from time to time.

you're a heck of a lot cuter than me.

i'm open to suggestions.

what was that for?

you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.

why the stubbornness?

there's nights i don't sleep easily.

i'll see you at sunrise.

guess it's a good thing you haven't heard.

been a while since i told anyone about that.

what a damn shame i didn't bring a rose.

you're gonna have to be more specific.

i do live to make your life absolutely awful.

wait for me. promise you will.

i'll keep it safe. i promise.

you don't need to say it.

i'm not a bloody mind reader.

haven't you heard?

i know better than to tell you to stay behind.

you can say no. i won't be mad.

you're even sweeter than i remember.

i would have been even happier if i saw you more often.

honestly, i want to get inside before i start to turn blue.

hope you like meatballs.

not being kind. just being honest.

i'm taking us somewhere sandy.

you'll have to hold onto me for a while.

i want to catch up on my reading.

i'm in trouble. it's really bad.

the guest bedroom is all yours.

[burntodds]

my  first    (  and  currently  only  )    crossover  muse  added  as  an  original  hunger  games  character  is;    negan  smith,  taken  from  the  walking  dead.

negan  is  another  rare  victor  from  district  12,  having  won  the  33rd  annual  hunger  games. 

at  17,  negan  was  reaped  alongside  his  childhood  sweetheart,  lucille,  who  was  already  fighting  a  terminal  illness  that  they  could  barely  afford  treatment  for.  it  was  really  no  surprise  his  name  was  pulled,  given  how  many  times  he  volunteered  it  into  the  tesserae  in  exchange  for  medicine. 

at  the  beginning  of  their  games,  negan  was  reluctant  to  kill.  he  instead  focused  on  keeping  them  hidden,  taking  it  upon  himself  to  administer  lu’s  drugs,  which  were  either  given  via  sponsor  donations  or  stolen  from  the  other  tributes.

in  a  tragic  turn  of  events,  lucille  would  later  realise  how  much  risk  negan  was  putting  his  own  life  in  to  keep  her  alive.  while  he  was  out  hunting  for  supplies,  she  sacrificed  herself  in  the  hope  he  would  survive.

after  that,  negan  stopped  showing  mercy.  panem  watched  as  he  lost  his  mind,  slaughtering    (  literally  )    the  entire  competition  with  a  bat  wrapped  in  sharp  barbed  wire,  as  well  as  other  things  such  as  tracker  jacker  venom  or  squashed  nightlock.

he  came  home  a  victor,  despite  losing  everything.  from  that  point,  negan  became  a  fierce  mentor.  his  methods  of  teaching  were  questionable,  but    (  as  far  as  he  was  concerned  )    effective. 

recognising  his  talents,  or  rather  his  ability  to  be  completely  unhinged,  brutal    &    violent,    negan  was  forcibly  moved  to  district  1  to  mentor/raise/train  career  tributes.    this  was  no  easy  task,  given  the  fact  careers  train  their  whole  lives  and  therefore,  any  person  assigned  to  negan,  was  assigned  from  a  much  younger  age  than  other  mentors.    he  practically  had  a  hand  in  raising  the  very  same  kids  they  later  made  him  send  off  for  slaughter.

he  was  particularly  close  to  marvel,  who  became  a  son  to  him  in  every  sense  except  blood  relation.  

on  top  of  his  training  responsibilities,  negan  was  often  forced  to  torture    (  and  assassinate  )    people  considered  enemies  of  the  capitol.    some  of  their  most  brutal  methods  were  created,  or  at  least  perfected,  by  him.  

the  way  snow  could  keep  negan  under  control  was  through  lucille’s  remaining  family.  his  own  were  lost  to  him  before  his  reaping.    when  she  died,  they  turned  their  backs  on  him,  grief  making  them  blame  negan  for  the  fact  their  daughter  didn’t  come  home.    despite  this,  they  remained  the  only  people  he  cared  about.    keeping  them  alive  kept  her  memory  alive.   

overtime,  he  has  also  become  the  secret  leader  of  a  rebel  group  known  as  the  saviors.