new chapter for @nacaharachuya 's sheep in the breast dropped yesterday. go read for some free trauma
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47610253/chapters/119996560

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new chapter for @nacaharachuya 's sheep in the breast dropped yesterday. go read for some free trauma
https://archiveofourown.org/works/47610253/chapters/119996560
on this week's episode of "posting shit i can't stop thinking about": @aroace-get-out-of-my-face's Hunger Games AU!!! im rotating this shit so fucking hard.
and the glasses. can we talk about the glasses???? you go into real-life death fortnite expecting to die and you're okay with that because at least it's not your brother, but then he has the GALL to give you HOPE when you were trying to come to terms with your mortality???
and featuring the haunting visuals painted by that most recent segment!! i couldn't get it out of my mind until i let the pencil take it away
And if I said that Lenore Dove is incredibly Elphaba Thropp coded, what then?
X X I found those AMAZING fanfics That explore an au where Lenore dove is a tribute and drew some of my favourite scenes from them
I highly recommend reading them, they do such a good job at characterising Lenore dove and exploring her character
I guess that's also my first sotr fanart
A Game of Revenge and Loyalty - Chapter 18
Pairing: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir/Sigtryggr Ivarson
Summary: The career academy may have taught them how to win the Hunger Games, but nothing of how to win the game of love. A forbidden love becomes more complicated as they quickly learn, the Hunger Games were not the only thing they signed up for when they decided to volunteer.
AKA - It's a Hunger Games AU! Mentor/Mentee vibes. Career vibes. - But not in the way you might imagine! TONS of angst but a promised happy-ish ending.
Trigger Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! HG Canon typical violence and atrocites. TLK Canon typical violence and atrocities. Better tags on AO3, with each chapter having a content warning drop down for those who do not wish to be spoiled.
Chapter 18 Now Available on AO3
who is winning in your dn hunger games fic, and who is the first to die? 👀 what are L and Light's backstories and districts?
You've activated my trap card!!!!!!!!!!!!
Personally, I think the titular battle royales of the Hunger Games series are the least interesting aspect of the setting. The most fascinating part of it are the crunchy political and social dynamics (and let's be real -- can you imagine any of the core Death Note cast losing the hunger games? they're all too cut-throat to just lay down and die), so the main characters are all, at this point, Victors of games past!
And oh boy they are now all going through it with their various traumas and blackmail, because no one really wins the hunger games, and the Capitol is just a more elaborate arena than the one that they already survived. Also, for once, the gang can be a found family bonded through their solidarity in awful circumstances rather than just mortal enemies -- fun! If you're interested, the first fic in this series is complete! You can read it here on AO3.
HUGE information dump under the cut on our main trio (including random tidbits that might not make it into the series). Admittedly a lot of this was covered in the fic I linked and is truly just the tip of the lore iceberg, but I love this au to the absolutely highest extent.
Thinking about how Lucy and Julien team up in my hunger games au and how Snow would just be fuckin DEVASTATED bc what do you mean the rebellious girl whose name is Lucy (like Lucy Gray) and the Covey girl (like Lucy Gray) are best friends now?
was recently reading a hunger games au and got sad and thought about my old hunger games x jjk draft. and because i'm feeling sad, i'm going to post a passage from the first chapter of their reaping.
The Geisha pulls out the chosen slip agonizingly slowly. It gives Yuuji enough time to worry, to look around Megumi’s head, between the Peacekeepers, at Nobara. Her chin is held high and her shoulders are set. She stares daringly at the stage as if challenging it to pick her of all people.
Megumi grasps Itadori’s hand. His fingers are cold and his grip is deathly tight. It’s the same dance every year. Her pride sears through their chests.
Please, Yuuji begs, intertwining his fingers with Megumi’s. The comfort it provides is worth more than whatever implications the boys around him will make. Please don’t let it be her.
The Geisha gently opens the slip of paper. She smiles and reads: “Kugisaki Nobara.”
Everything comes into hyperfocus. Itadori can see the mud caking the edges of the stone town square, the soot in everyone’s hair, clothes, faces, and nails that simply won’t come out no matter how hard they scrub, the colorful Capitol banners that flutter in the wind and wealth in the face of the poorest district, and the breeze that pushes against the hairs on the back of his neck. Megumi’s hand goes limp and his breath hitches into a half-gasp, half-choke. Heads turn to find the girl that was reaped. The girls around her step away, as if Nobara has contracted a plague from becoming a tribute.
Her luck has run out.
Nobody volunteers in her place. Of course they don’t. Nobody volunteers in the coal-mining district where half the population dies from starvation alone. Surviving is hard enough — winning the Culling Games is impossible.
She steps out of her row and doesn’t look back at her friends or her watching parents as she makes her way to the steps of the Capitol stage. She pushes away the Peacekeepers who try to corral her, wary of runaway attempts or violent outbursts. Her steps are as confident as her pride.
When she stands next to the Geisha, she does not let her fear show. The Geisha has always made tributes look small and boring next to her power and color. Nobara does not appear small nor boring; she stands with a straight back, curled fists, and a perfectly stolid face staring dead-on at the cameras embedded into the wall parallel to the stage. It’s as if she’s challenging the other twenty-three tributes already, declaring her victory before she’s stepped a foot outside of her district.
It’s exactly as he imagined it over and over again this morning. He had hoped that his anxieties would remain just that: anxiety, a worry over something that could but will never happen.
He finds that it’s hard to breathe in the soot-infested air like he’s a Capitol citizen and not a boy raised by a grandfather and neighbors who worked in the mines his entire life. His gaze tracks the previous victors sitting in the back of the stage. Gojo's previous overjoyous malice has been replaced by a calculating head tilt. Okkotsu examines her just as closely, betraying very little in his expression.
They have to bring her home. They have to.
The Geisha gives Nobara a polite nod. His friend doesn’t turn to meet the gesture, doesn’t even spare a side-eye, a blatant show of disrespect that almost makes Itadori smile. Undeterred, the Geisha continues with the ceremony. “Now for the boys.”
Between the three of them, Megumi’s name is repeated the least amount of times. Being the ward of a famous victor, not just by district but by Capitol standards, means he has plenty of money and food. Tessera does not increase his chances of being picked. Itadori is twice as likely to be reaped, and he doesn’t even have any parents or siblings to care for. In comparison to the rest of the children, they are improbable tributes.
He holds onto this notion and Megumi’s hand tightly as the Geisha draws the slip from the bowl. She smiles, and his worst fear comes true.
“Fushiguro Megumi.”
He can’t lose them both.
“I volunteer as tribute!” Itadori shouts not a half second later, raising his hand high into the air to make his position known. He does it before anyone can turn their heads to the chosen boy, before he can see Gojo’s face fall into preemptive mourning, and before Megumi can step out of the row to greet his fate.
Megumi grabs Yuuji’s shoulders and jostles him. His green eyes are wide open and wild, and his lips are curled back with anger. “You can’t be doing this to me,” he says disbelievingly. “Take it back. Take it back right now.”
“Oh,” the Geisha says, surprised. “We have a volunteer.”
If he keeps holding him like that, he’s going to leave bruises. Itadori brushes him off as firmly as he can. “Please get out of my way,” he demands quietly.
It takes everything in him to not break down under Megumi’s betrayed, hurt face. His resolve to save his friends is strong; the resolve to not outwardly show it is far weaker.
for reference gojo and yuuta are both previous victors. when i tell you i have this entire au still in my head, i DO. there is so much to this and i had so much and i just can never write it because im SLOW and bad at writing anything EVER