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they keep us all dumbed down and hope that we will never see the truth around. another promise, another scene, another package lie to keep us trapped in greed. with all the green belts wrapped around our minds and endless red tape to keep the truth confined.
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carrd. pinterest. promo. mrs snow (oc) sideblog.
without surprise, this blog hasn't been active in a long while, and it's unlikely i'll be coming back in the foreseeable future. never say never, least in cases of great plots and old friends. while i remain active in the hunger games fandom, most of this activity has moved into broader fandom spaces. i do analysis and fun posts over on @caesarflickermans and i write creatively on archiveofourown.
if you ever want to reach out, especially if we've rped in the past, i'll be overjoyed chatting on the aforementioned blog. i still rp from time to time, but it only happens over on discord.
this is no goodbye post, as i feel far too involved in the fandom and caesar as a character. i simply found different ways to express this involvement, yet felt the urge to make a post here, leave some socials in case you are interested in reaching out or even enjoyed my plots/writing and would like to read more of them in a bigger story.
Rue, who is dressed in a gossamer gown complete with wings, flutters her way to Caesar. A hush falls over the crowd at the sight of this magical wisp of a tribute. Caesar’s very sweet with her, complimenting her seven in training, an excellent score for one so small. When he asks her what her greatest strength in the arena will be, she doesn’t hesitate. “I’m very hard to catch,” she says in a tremulous voice. “And if they can’t catch me, they can’t kill me. So don’t count me out.” “I wouldn’t in a million years,” says Caesar encouragingly.
-- Rue's interview, Chapter 9 of "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins
If Caesar said anything rude to Rue, I'd have to fight him.
Brows raise in agreement. Her head turns away from him. Grey eyes looking down at the floor. "Actions aren't going to help me here." The Games are over, but they don't feel over. She defied the Games. There are two victors. She should be dead.
She brings her attention back to Caesar with slow movements. She nods before he has a chance to finish. There isn't a choice, not today. Once his next words hit her, she's startled. A flush that rises through even the thick layer of blush Cinna made sure was placed upon her cheeks with eyes wide with fear and confusion. Why would Haymitch tell him? Why would he tell anyone?
Oh how she wishes she could be a better actress. Her face lays out her thoughts - her fears, her truth. Her words must sound like lies. "That is what I am, Caesar. I couldn't live without him." There's a hint of truth to her words, but it's a truth with a layer she doesn't fully comprehend yet.
quite frankly, katniss everdeen is a terrible liar. wide doe-eyes, perfect blush to the pink hues. responsibility that hits for all of it ⸺ for the how and the why she is in this situation. truths yet to be told, and perfect little lies are all they can offer each other.
it’s standing at odds. in some months now, she will bring plenty of questions to the capitol. maybe the fire can sweep across the nation until then. but he sees it in her. the same responsibility he’s had for them all. kind hands pat her red cheeks. " great. you’ll be home in no time. plenty of months to live with him. "
" you looked quite nice with your head in his chest. good dynamic for the cameras. " little need to talk, too. he pauses. gaze lingers. how much more there is to be said: forewarnings for a sixteen year old kid that doesn’t know any better. but he has been robbed of his voice.
Nothing you say will be wrong. That's a lie, and they both know it. He just doesn't know to what degree it's a lie to her. Eyes are heavy on her. She's felt it since leaving the arena. If they, her and Peeta, put on anything less than the perfect show of a perfect couple and a picture of young love then it's over. No one realizes it's all an act.
Katniss just nods her head. "I know. It's a beautiful dress." She practices her tone. The flip from survival to the perfect doll. From survivor and killer to a beautiful model. Both of which are not her. It's all a role. Everything in the Capitol is fake. Not just the pinks that are too deep and the greens too green.
"I just don't know what to say." It's true. She flashes a brief look to Peeta still working with his stylist. A fake, loving look or maybe it's not. She sees him, and she sees District 12, Prim, Gale, even her mother. Katniss pulls her attention back to Caesar, a faux giggle falls past her lips, "I've never been much of a talker." Ironically, Caesar makes talking easy. It's strange. The man who gets to know us, show us off: both in beauty and personality, just to announce our deaths for spectacle.
weaving stories for an audience on the edge of their seats : it’s not katniss everdeen’s words that did the convincing. but her actions had sparked something wholeheartedly unbeknownst to her yet. no need to turn, blonde patches of her, timid smile, broad shoulders. peeta mellark had enchanted the audience in quite the same way as caesar would have done: words were their forte.
" people are drawn to you for what you do, not for what you say, " he speaks. both hands hold hers, skin on skin, same tone, and he pats her kindly. the face of a revolution looks like a nervous sixteen year old child, and he sees something in her that’s been buried for too long. how scary the world had been at mere sixteen years, how its endless punishments had always lingered by the corner ⸺ ready to find its next victim.
" right now, you are a young girl in love, are you not? " a vague nod toward the other victor in the room. the other victor. a novelty that won’t ever wear off : so this is what the revolution looks like. " madly in love, haymitch told me. is that who you want to be ? "
her cheeks are blush in pink innocence. to her, today is about survival. to the country, today is the first day of an obvious lie. defiance forsaken ⸺ sheer teenage love. television lies uphold the regime in question, carving away at the dissatisfaction. they won’t succeed.
it’s been something he had held his breath for. propaganda tuned in twenty four seven had been broken in the same ways they had grown hopeful.
but she is rosy innocence and nervous teenage eyes. and he cannot help to hug her, pat her cheeks, and reassure her. SPARTACUS had been an image, ⸺ no real person ! ⸺ and guilt clutches him tight.
" nothing you say will be wrong. " the words fall from his lips. they will make sure that hers get carried across. the sweet, tooth-aching romance defiant no matter how it is spun. love endured or the regime’s grip exposed.
nothing you say will be wrong, because the spark cannot be upended anymore.
" don’t worry about a thing. cinna has made brilliant work, and you’ll be home in no time. "
>> @caelestiad
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Watched the movie! More coherent thoughts to follow but
Lucky's performance was phenomenal. I love Tigris, loved the District 12 part. It was plenty of fun seeing it!
The scenes were really beautifully shot and the Academy looked gorgeous. Pretty much every location was just wonderful.
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" since the dark days our great nation has known only peace, ours is an elegant system, conceived to nourish and protect. your districts are the body, the CAPITOL is the beating heart. your hard work feeds us, and in return we feed and protect you. but if you RESIST the system, you starve yourself. if you FIGHT against it, it is you who will bleed. i know you will STAND with me, with us, with all of us, together, as one. " PANEM TODAY, PANEM TOMORROW, PANEM FOREVER
independent CORIOLANUS SNOW of suzanne collins book series and influential movie franchise THE HUNGER GAMES & THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES -established june 2012
GEM OF PANEM | CARRD
Burning bright in the city of the night
Snow lands on top, Coriolanus had said. But Tigris hadn't thought about the fall that would follow from its peak. This is where discarded stylists go when they are no longer of use. One-Shot to bridge the prequel with the trilogy, and how Tigris became a tiger.
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She smelled like white roses | final chapter
Summary: Mrs. Snow was married to her husband for more years than her fingers could count and Mr. Heavensbee had great plans laid out for the nation that would get him removed from the precious thing called 'life' if found out. Somehow, both collide at an evening dinner, share a few interests, and repeatedly have to remind themselves that they shouldn't be that foolish. But one can rebel against the President in more ways than either of them imagined. Or: The story where Plutarch Heavensbee has to add one more liability to the list of "people to protect" and it is getting awfully crowded.
Chapter summary: Virgilia had never been here, and it feels like a grand kind of mistake.
New Chapter on Ao3 | Beginning of the story on Ao3
Below the cut is another meme selection. As per usual, if you wish to remain entirely spoiler free, this is something for after the chapter :)
heya folks
so the past ... two years or so i've been working on this and it's finally finished. would be lovely if you give this a read :)
it's about virgilia snow (character i also roleplay on @revolutionaes) and her journey through the capitol. there's some romance, some political science stuff and a longer journey of overcoming one's traumatic experiences. (abuse tw in some chapters with a warning at the start of each chapter!)
i know this isn't caesar related alone, but he does feature in some of the chapters and overall it's obviously still my writing and my work and i'm really quite proud of this.
" no, no, i still remember that. " he smiles and hands her the snack bowl. enough for him for a night, and they barely started. this will surely go to his belly. " you had a baby face, too. it was adorable. " a soft pat as he leaves the bowl in her lap. not that she didn't still look so young⸺and he had aged a terrible amount since then. but she had carried a certain innocence with her. one that had been lost today. " and you were so ambitious. all those ideas that you had coming up to me. i don't know many people who would have done that with such confidence. "
>> @rancoeur liked for a father's day starter: 🤔 walk down memory lane
i demand pension money tumblr. right about now.
he sweeps her right in. warm arms embracing her with a cheerful smile and laugh. it's been a while since they had last seen each other. it's a moment, a taking his time to reassure, and when he moves to talk to her proper, caesar pats her shoulder lightly. " how has it been, darling? i hope you didn't miss me too terribly. "
>> @dcmur3 liked for a father's day starter: 🤗 hug
Happy Father's Day to Caesar. He wasn't a there for their birth, but he sure as hell loves his children
