Coriolanus Snow

"Fear does not work as long as there is hope." Independent Coriolanus Snow RP Account.

[districttrifurcate]

This scene in the movie is so peak Snowjanus that I had to write out the alternative way it should have gone. As much as I love Snowjanus, I do think they'd fall apart as a couple for much the same reason that Snowbaird did. Coryo wants too much control and Sejanus refuses to abdicate his own sense of personal power. But the draw is there nevertheless, at least until the wrestling for dominance begins. (These comics were made in Photoshop and DAZ Studio, ain't no way I was hand-drawing those backgrounds. I'm still exploring workflows for using DAZ3D in comics, and projects like this are a great way to experiment with visual styles.)

[randomwholocker]

does anyone else ship coryo and sejanus

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//Are there people that don't??? 😂

[nonalovesdotdotdot]

What is Coriolanus Snow, if not a doll for fanfic authors to bestow mental illness and bisexuality upon?

[veronasfilm]

tbosas cashgrab sequel/prequel ideas for suzanne collins to write instead of a finnick book:

midnight sun-style lucy gray baird alternative pov

taking another note from stephanie meyers, gender swapped tbosas. what if coriolanus snow had girl power.

speaking of girl power, volumnia gaul sad villain origin story. district children killed her grandma.

casca and crassus gay situationship novella. why were they at the gay club.

[maikodelight]

flirting vs harassment vs flirting

[lazariiuss]

let the snake bite

let her crawl under your skin

let it eat you from within

it's alright

the bitterness is growing

[camiivixneo]

he played for both teams and still lost 😭

[strabbybabby]

crossover siblings

[remusjohnslupin]

sejanus being iconic (as usual)

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🎃Trick or treat! 🎃

//Happy Halloween! Here is a treat, another mini fic about my favourite rare pair Coriolanus and Festus. ++++++++++++++++

The apartment was quiet, a rare quiet that felt almost fragile. Outside, the Capitol throbbed with its usual chaos, but inside, Festus and Coriolanus existed in a bubble of shadows and soft lamplight. Papers scattered across the floor, pens and inkpots forming a constellation of their plotting, yet Coriolanus had paused, glass in hand, just to watch Festus lean over a spread of schematics, his curled red hair falling into his eyes. His focus was magnetic, and Coriolanus felt, briefly, a tug of something unguarded—something softer than strategy, softer than ambition.

Festus looked up and caught his gaze, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, but it was softer than usual, less defiant. “We’re really doing this,” he murmured, almost to himself, almost a whisper of awe. Coriolanus didn’t answer at first, only slid across the floor to sit beside him, fingers brushing over Festus’ as they both leaned in over the pages. It wasn’t about plotting in that moment, not really—it was about proximity, about the silent promise that whatever the Capitol threw at them, they were in it together. Their hands lingered, eyes meeting in a quiet pact more binding than any spoken word.

Even amid the scramble for power, the lies and betrayals they would unleash, this small, soft devotion endured. Festus allowed himself a rare laugh, quiet, unguarded, and Coriolanus allowed himself the rarest indulgence of all: a genuine smile. They were conspirators, hunters of influence and domination, yet in this stolen moment, their loyalty wasn’t just to ambition—it was to each other. The rest of the Capitol could wait; for now, they had this, and in the unforgiving glow of lamplight, that was enough.

Coriolanus’ mind, as ever, drifted ahead, calculating, scheming, seeing the Capitol from the top. The Presidency was within reach, and Festus would be his edge, the quiet force behind the throne. With the Creed family now controlling the media, every rumour, every scandal, every carefully placed story could bend public perception to their favour. Festus leaned back, brushing his thumb across Coriolanus' hand, and murmured, “We’ll make them believe whatever we want them to.” Coriolanus' smile was sharp, cold, and satisfied; in that shared glance, ambition and affection intertwined seamlessly. Together, they would rise, and the Capitol would bend—not just to Coriolanus, but to the dangerous chaos of both of them.

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Trick or Treat! 👻

//Happy Halloween. A small fic about my favourite rare pair, Coriolanus and Festus. ++++++++++++++++++ The Capitols grand ballroom shimmered under a thousand crystal chandeliers, but Coriolanus Snow and Festus Creed moved through it as if the world belonged only to them. Coriolanus' tailored suit was immaculate, his every gesture precise, while Festus leaned into chaos, laughing at nothing and everything, a swirl of charm that drew attention like moths to flame. They arrived together, and though the other guests whispered and watched, the pair seemed untouchable. A dangerous symmetry of control and abandon. Coriolanus' hand brushed Festus’ at just the right moment, a touch deliberate and electric, and the brief contact sparked a private game only they knew the rules to.

Festus thrived in the glare of the Capitol elite, leaning into gossip and scandal with a sly grin, but Snow watched him like a general surveying his battlefield. Every laugh, every tilt of the head, every flirtatious glance was a calculated advantage. They were allies, conspirators, and something sharper than affection all at once. Guests speculated on the closeness, but none guessed the depth of their schemes: whispered plots, clandestine favours, and careful manipulations that would shape the Capitols future long before anyone else noticed.

As the party roared on around them, the two slipped into a quiet corner, a shared glass of champagne their only acknowledgement of the other revellers. Festus’ fingers traced the rim of his glass, and Coriolanus' gaze lingered, noting the curve of his mouth, the way his eyes gleamed with both mischief and ambition. “You’re reckless,” Coriolanus murmured, but the words carried admiration, almost affection. Festus smirked. “And you’re careful… too careful.” Yet the unspoken truth between them was undeniable: together, they were unstoppable, a perfect storm of strategy and instinct, and even the glittering Capitol could not contain the fire they stoked in each other—or the empire they were quietly building, hand in hand, smile for smile, plot for plot.

[dove-like-the-bird]

Where would you rank Festus Creed (tbosas mentor, pretty boisterous but ultimately nice) on a tier list?

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Voting ended onNov 6, 2025

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🎃Trick or Treat!👻

//Happy Halloween! A treat, a mini fic about Coriolanus and Lucy Gray returning to the Capitol post 10th Games. +++++++++++

The train rocked gently beneath them, but Coriolanus’s mind was anything but calm. He stared at the gray blur of countryside, feeling the weight of Gaul’s authority settle like a chain around his shoulders. He had asked for her, pressed for it, and Gaul had agreed—offering him the kind of control he rarely dared to claim. Lucy Gray sat across from him, unaware that her presence here was no accident, that every polite tilt of her chin and nervous hum of a tune was a response to his quiet insistence, not her own choice. He kept his expression neutral, but inside, a dangerous satisfaction thrummed: he had orchestrated this, and the tension between them was already a tangible thing.

She doesn’t know, he reminded himself, watching her fidget with the edge of her scarf, the soft curve of her throat visible when she tilted her head. He had rehearsed a hundred ways to speak to her, a hundred ways to keep her from realising he held the upper hand, yet every instinct told him to bend reality to the shape of his desire. He finally leaned forward, voice quiet enough for only her to hear. “Lucy Gray.” She looked up, startled, eyes bright and wary. He kept the rest of his words on his tongue; there was power in the silence, in letting her guess at the reasons behind her sudden journey to the Capitol.

Hours passed with a tense rhythm, neither speaking much but both aware of the currents of control weaving between them. He observed her—the way she hummed under her breath, the subtle defiance in the lift of her chin—and it made him ache with something he refused to name aloud. He could almost taste the chaos he could provoke, the fear, the longing, the way she could twist herself around him without knowing how willingly she already had. The knowledge that he had brought her here, that he could command her path, thrilled him more than he would ever admit, and yet it terrified him too; obsession, he thought, was a cage as much as it was a weapon.

By the time the Capitol skyline rose like a glittering wall, Coriolanus’ chest was tight with anticipation. She had not yet realised that he had pulled the strings, and he intended to keep it that way. He kept his hand inches from hers on the seat between them, a ghost of ownership and temptation, savouring the delicate tension of the moment. In the quiet hum of the train, as the city lights drew closer, he allowed himself a single, private thought: she would fight, she would resist—but in the end, she was already ensnared. And that, he decided, was the most delicious power of all.

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👻 Trick or Treat 🎃

//Happy Halloween. Here is a treat, a small blurb for a favourite rare pair of mine. Coriolanus and Festus. ++++++++++ In the frostbitten marble halls of the Capitol, Coriolanus Snow found an unlikely warmth in Festus Creed’ reckless laughter. Festus, all charm and chaos, was everything Coriolanus couldn't indulge himself with and yet couldn’t resist. Where Snow planned, Festus improvised. Where Snow was cold and calculated, Festus burned. Yet together they were an empire of youth, stitched from secrets and champagne, their whispers echoing between mirrored walls. It was never love, not in the soft, human way—but in the sharp Capitol sense. Power laced with devotion, cruelty tangled with desire.

Sometimes, after the parties died and the city’s neon heartbeat slowed, Coriolanus would watch Festus asleep on silk sheets, his red hair messy from the night’s indulgence. In those quiet hours, Snow felt a dangerous tenderness bloom. Something he could never afford. Festus dreamed freely. Coriolanus only smiled and let him dream, knowing that one day, such dreams would have to be crushed for the sake of something colder, greater. Still, for now, he allowed himself the smallest indulgence. To reach across the bed, brush a fingertip over Festus’ hand, and pretend that victory could ever feel like love.

By day, they played their parts to perfection—Coriolanus, the golden prodigy with an iron mind and Festus, the careless heir who made decadence look divine. But beneath the surface, Festus’ laughter hid a hunger just as sharp as his own. He wanted power too—not as a shield against ruin, but as a stage, a way to bend the Capitol’s gaze and make the whole city kneel to his charm. They conspired together like twin blades, each aware that the other might one day cut too deep. And yet, in that dangerous dance of ambition and affection, they found their rhythm. Two rising stars, bound not by love alone, but by the intoxicating promise of dominion.

[reapedagain]

The projection went hard

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Trick or Treat 2025

//Last call for Trick or Treat 2025 Prompts. Everything I have so far will be queued in the lead up to Halloween. If you have a pairing in mind or something you'd like in particular, please specify in the ask. It will be mini blurbs/fics.

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👻 Trick or Treat 🎃

//Happy Halloween! Here is a treat. A mini fic for Coriolanus and Sejanus. +++++++++++++++++++

The rain fell in slow, heavy sheets over the Capitol, turning its polished streets into rivers of shimmering neon. Sejanus Plinth moved with a restless energy, his boots splashing through puddles, his gaze flicking nervously at every passing shadow. Coriolanus followed behind him, silent and deliberate, his pale blonde hair catching the streetlights like frost. “You walk too fast,” Coriolanus said softly, almost as if testing the sound of his own voice. Sejanus shot him a glare, a mixture of exasperation and something softer he didn’t want to name. “And you walk too slow,” he countered, smirk tugging at his lips, “so I guess we’re even.”

Coriolanus’ eyes never left him, calm, precise, watching the small, unpredictable movements that made Sejanus feel exposed and unsteady. “You’re reckless,” he murmured, each word carrying more weight than it seemed. Sejanus’ chest tightened. “Maybe,” he admitted, stepping closer despite the rain, “or maybe I just refuse to be afraid of you.” Coriolanus paused, the faintest twitch of a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. The Capitols chaos felt distant here, reduced to a background hum, as though the storm had carved out a private world around them.

For a long moment, neither moved. Coriolanus’ hand lingered near Sejanus’ shoulder, the tension between them thick, almost tangible. “You’re… fascinating,” he said finally, his voice low, deliberate. The word was clinical, but it carried an intimacy that made Sejanus’ heart thrum in his chest. He swallowed hard, daring a glance upward into Coriolanus’ blue eyes, finding a spark there that was impossible to ignore. “Fascinating?” Sejanus repeated, a teasing lilt in his tone, though his pulse betrayed him. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The rain continued to fall, masking their quiet breaths and the subtle shift of proximity. Sejanus let a hand hover near Coriolanus’, testing the boundaries of a tension that neither wanted to break yet. “Careful, Coriolanus,” he said softly, a grin tugging at his lips, “you might start liking me.” Coriolanus’ reply was a faint smirk, slow and deliberate, the kind that promised complexity and risk in equal measure. The world beyond the rain and the streetlights could wait. Here, in this fragile pocket of quiet and charged glances, both men lingered willingly on the edge of something neither had admitted yet but both were already feeling.