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@oddsmade
#𝙾𝙳𝙳𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴. a heavily headcanon based wyatt callow from suzanne collins’ sunrise on the reaping, a prequel to the hunger games trilogy. selective and mutuals only. multi - verse, expanding across multiple fandoms. oc friendly. mature themes, sensitive topics, ( including but not limited to: violence against children, gore, murder, death, ) and triggers will be present. minors and personals dni. active, but slow reply. est. april 2025.
1. carrd. 2. pinterest. 3. prompts. 4. promo.
okay, but is this community still active?
i’m very torn on this casting yall.
i'll be here to write soon, we've just had people working on our house all week and it's been nothing but the sound of hammers for the past 5 days straight.
Some tributes and their tokens
rest in peace kids of the quarter quell you would have loved summer camp :(
@oddsmade ⤷ ❛ We’re a team. Aren’t we? ❜ catching fire prompts ⤷ accepting
maysilee never would have thought someone from 12 could be meaner than her, but haymitch was certainly giving her a run for her money. it was expected from her, really, and she was an equal opportunist mean girl. everyone received the same treatment from her, save for the girl who shared her face, and she definitely didn't comment on things people had no control over. haymitch, on the other hand, was supposed to be somewhat likable. commenting on the odds wyatt's father would put on him winning - that was too far, even for her.
if she was anyone else, maybe she'd give him a break given the night's events, but louella was dead & that sobering reality did not affect only him. & while devastating, they would be doing themselves a disservice to take even a second to fall apart. wyatt had been smart to continue to factor in their odds. whether they liked it or not, in a few days time they'd be fighting for their lives. being prepared was the best they could do.
she'd been silent in the van, even as the two of them waited for haymitch to join them, but seated next to him at the tribute apartment while the latter was in the bath, maysilee finally spoke up. ❛ don't let him get to you. he's just angry he got himself reaped when he would have been in the clear and he's upset about louella. considering where we stand isn't a bad thing. being an oddsmaker will help you make the best decisions to increase your chances in the games. ❜ brows furrowed when a ' our chances ' followed, but he elaborated before she could form a question.
we're a team, aren't we ?
maysilee wasn't an emotional person in any sense of the word, but relief filled her at the realization that she was not alone in this. haymitch didn't want either of them as allies, but they had each other and that certainly gave them better odds, right ? ❛ teammates then. i'll promise to do my best to keep you alive if you promise the same. ❜
he'd been quiet ever since the comment had been made, striking him deep, to his core, causing reality to seep into every crack that flourished from haymitch's painful blow. he knew his odds weren't good, anyone could see that just by looking around the room. knowing numbers wouldn't help anyone in the arena, and his only other favorable skills rested in mining and, well, everyone knew how miners turned up in the arena — dead.
he'd chosen to come out of his room when he saw haymitch slip down the hallway, making his way to the bathroom to take a bath. and only then did he reappear, making his way past to the dinner table, being offered a sandwich since he'd missed the bulk of what was to be dinner. and he's quiet next to maysilee, not saying much as he takes a bite. nor as he chews, swallows, or goes in for another bite. even when she speaks, he doesn't look at her at first, body only going a little tense, still on edge from the realization that to his father, right now, he was nothing more than a bad bet.
that is, unless he could change it.
so he speaks up. finally. hazel eyes lifting and focusing on maysilee for a second as the words slip past his lips. and when she promises to keep him alive, the corners of his lips curve up just a little bit, the words like honey as they hit his ears. because truthfully, it's the first good thing he's heard since before being reaped. ❛❛ i promise i'll try. ❜❜
@oddsmade : “ this looks like the perfect place to take a nap. “ ↳ from i need to stop and rest ; always accepting !!!
she would recognize his voice anywhere, the voice that so often got her red-hot with anger due to the way he spouted out numbers, odds for tributes chosen in the games. what was he doing in HER MEADOW ? it wasn't her meadow, but she felt a possessiveness over it, the way her geese grazed there. that was where THE COVEY spent countless hours playing music for their own enjoyment. it was where her and haymitch had shared their FIRST KISS. it was special to lenore dove, something that wyatt needed to steer clear from if he knew what was good for him.
❛ i'd turn back 'round if i were you. ❜ lenore dove warned, watching him from up on the tree branch. ❛ meadow's been infested with these geese from the capitol. set to attack people they think pose a threat to their way of life. saw one running around here earlier, so i climbed THIS TREE to get away. been too scared to leave. ❜ it was a dirty trick, but this meadow was pretty sacred to the curly haired girl, and she wasn't going to let him ruin it. she knew his type : ROWDY AND DISRESPECTFUL. the less people that wandered into the meadow the better, anyway. her geese deserved peace, and she needed to provide that for them.
another day in the mines. it had only been a few weeks since he'd aged out of school and found himself readied up for his next endeavor, little time wasted on making another district citizen useful in their own way. while he'd stay neutral if you asked him, in truth, he hated it with every ounce of his being. which is why he needed to escape, to find a place that was the complete opposite than the stuffy tunnels that were pitch black and ashy, where breathing was harder the deeper you went. but no, out here there was sunshine, he could take in a deep breath without worry, there was room. and he could, if only for an hour or so, free himself from the chains that were to be his future until the day he died.
what he didn't expect to see was someone else out here, and when he spots lenore dove, he can't help but say something to her. it's not like they were cordial by any sense of the word, nor had they spent any time together besides the chance encounter where she'd spit her distaste towards him for what his family did. she wasn't alone in her sentiment, but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun with it anyway. that is, until she describes what seems to be territorial geese. and he looks around for any of those rogue birds almost instantly, knowing his odds against one wouldn't be so bad, but if there was a flock of them, he knew he didn't stand a chance.
❛❛ which way did they go? ❜❜ he asks, looking back up towards the girl lingering in the tree for a moment, shielding his eyes with a dirty, coal - covered hand as he peers up at her in the sunlight. hazel eyes are squinted, face still slightly dirty from where he'd missed wiping off some of the soot. ❛❛ you know, if they happen to come back, i might have to climb up into that tree right there with you. ❜❜
these casting notices are making me vibrate !
guys i’m so stressed. it’s going to be louella and wyatt next, right? RIGHT?
these casting notices are making me vibrate !
@4bernathy continued from here.
if there was one thing wyatt was good at, it was odds. and even if it hadn't been drilled into his head since he arrived to the capitol, he would've always known it otherwise. it was how he made himself useful in his family, the go - to for how to best place a bet, oftentimes pulled aside by other members of the seam who were hoping to get a few extra scrip coins just to help their families through the winter. if he was a worse person, he might have taken advantage of his knowledge, but he never did. not even now, when the odds were pointing far more in haymitch's favor than they ever would in his. it doesn't take long for his hand to lower, eyes drifting down to the coin secured safely within the necklace, maysilee had done such a good job with making so he wouldn't lose it. and he shrugs after a second, still staring down at the only thing he has left from home, a home he knows he's never going to return to. ❛❛ don't know. thought it might be more use to you than it would be to me. ❜❜
so i just looked up the name meaning for wyatt. and guess what his name means? it means brave at war. please give me a few seconds while i cry because wtaf suzanne???
lol it actually gets worse.
@oddsmade 𝐰𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 said: ❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜
Maysilee raises her eyebrows at his remark, finger pausing mid-motion where it had been idly tracing one of her necklaces. “ don’t i always? there’s nothing in this messed up world i don’t have something to say about. ” she says dryly. but the thoughts that had been pressing in like thorns into her mind don't ease, not even with Wyatt’s interruption.
she stares ahead, eyes unfocused, “ you talk a lot about odds and chances . . . but what would you actually do? ” and with that, the girl beneath all the snark and quick wit slips through. “ when it comes down to killing someone —- just so you can survive. to tip the odds in your favour . . . would you do it? ”
“ — could you ? ” her voice cracks then, mirroring the cracks in her own resolve. the question isn’t a jab, she truly wants to understand. it’s easy enough to kill with words — she’s always liked the silence that follows a cutting remark, the way people flounder under her wit. but this is different. they're only days away from the games now and she can’t stop thinking about the other kind of silence – the one that follows steel through skin and bone.
body goes rigid at the question, though it's not like he shouldn't have expected it. after all, the idea of the arena, the games, it's all he could think about since getting reaped, so in reality, the chances of him being the only one pondering the situation at this point had to be slim to none. but he pauses despite, rolling a scrip coin between his fingers, watching as the metal slides over his own calloused fingers from working in the mines. such contrast, like how he felt sitting in the middle of this room, a boy from district twelve, never meant to see such finery, at least not if he wasn't days away from his own death.
❛❛ ─ don't think i have any choice. ❜❜ he says after a moment, words chosen carefully, tone distant as eyes shift up to meet hers. of all the time spent in twelve, he never thought he'd be sitting across from maysilee donner of all people, but here she was right in front of him. a townie, not like him. yet now, somehow, she had become his ally. which meant, at this point, she was the only person he could rely on to possibly up his chances of surviving in the arena. ❛❛ the odds of coming face to face with that decision is about ... ninety - five percent. ❜❜
there's another pause given, thinking over his odds, how unrealistic it is that he's even going to make it out of the arena once he takes one single step inside. and that's when he sees it, the usually composed girl's facade has broken just a little bit. and hand stills, the scrip coin concealed into his pocket almost instantaneously as body shifts uncomfortably in the orange fuzzy sofa he's sitting upon, before he finally breaks the growing silence between them. ❛❛ what about you? do you think you will? ❜❜
i’m going to be doing replies later today, then possibly posting some memes. todays the day, friends. and please don’t hate me, but i’m going to be going iconless for the time being.
okay, i lied. life has been insane lately. but for reals. today. TODAY!
i’m going to be doing replies later today, then possibly posting some memes. todays the day, friends. and please don’t hate me, but i’m going to be going iconless for the time being.
Behold! The first time I have ugly cried at a book since Mockingjay!
so i just looked up the name meaning for wyatt. and guess what his name means? it means brave at war. please give me a few seconds while i cry because wtaf suzanne???
teeny tiny plotting call !
