#muttation

[cashmeresknife]

the concept of the Capitol having a mutt zoo so they can show off their freakish creations and also previous arena mutts

[fossamutt]

Lupanar <3

+ some mutt lore

Out of all my Muttation ocs and in my lore she's the smartest. Lupanar is the mutt equivalent of a Finnick Odair to put it lightly, she kinda satiates the weird monster fetishes some Capitol elites may have, that's her main purpose. Because of that she has to be pretty intelligent human wise so she doesn't kill someone or like stuff like that she has to be able to communicate and comprehend at a adult human level.

She's incredibly smart. She lived with one of the head scientists in the mutt lab before getting her own little apartment space somewhere so clients have easier access and yada yada. She is considered one of the most prized successful Experiments. Unclear what district she is from or if she’s from the Capitol but she was genetically modified years and years ago. Rebellion spikes and because she is close with the head scientist, she got keys into the mutt zoo and let the other mutts all out to wreck havoc on the city. Fossa was one of them but she ended up just sticking by Lupa for abit since she's very intelligent aswell.

She has a superiority complex, mostly because she was never caged in the mutt zoo or lab, she had more freedoms. And also because she’s intelligent and not just mindless like majority. Shes a natural leader and despite everything she’s been through she still has an air of confidence. She has both male and female genitalia (genetically modified that way) but strictly identifies as female or femme adjacent.

she is a werewolf like human/mutt! Very wolf based. Her name comes from the word Lupa which means she wolf, which was also used as a name to call prostitues. Lupanar is a ancient Roman brothel(a place where people pay to have sex with prostitutes)

Her name rlly fits her and the fact it has Roman history fits well with Panem

[panoramaofpanem]

Harmless by Stephen Criscolo Via Flickr: .178.365 this will only hurt a little…

“Peeta shakes his head. “I’m losing it. I’ll go mad. Like them.”

Like the mutts. Like a rabid beast bent on ripping my throat out. And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today.”

- Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins

[fossamutt]

Fossa!! my mutt baby! i thought it would be cool to explore muttations and experiments using real humans, especially children from the districts. after rereading TBOSAS, the Avoxs in the cages gave me chills but also sparked my creativity.

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

I just wanna put this out there because I'm starting to feel extra bad.

My writing should always come with a warning: skills under construction. I say this because as I've written more, I've started to see just how rough my early writing is. Nothing flows super well, I started without an end goal in mind, and now I hate it. (My current works aren't perfect, but they are better.)

Don't get it twisted, I do love the works themselves, but I know they're poorly written. That being said, what I want from the story is constantly changing. So, yet again, I'm chaning the tags.

Normally, I would just post it with the chapter as I upload (and I still plan to) but I want to put it here as well.

This story was always meant to be as dark as canon. Especially in the mental health areas. I just want that to be clear. When I started out, I didn't know as much about tagging as I do now. Now, I'm aware that there are better ways to tag. So I'm going to reorder/add and remove some. If you've followed along you've probably noticed the tags don't do a good job at expressing what's in the story. I'm really sorry about that guys.

Trust me when I say my future works will be better. Hopefully, in every sense of the word.

[districtfourmermaid]

I swear, Lyrebird genes went into jabberjays when the Capitol was first making them, because this is insane. 

@myusernameisclever

[jamiesommers23-blog]

Mini Monday Madness (or MMM if you will)

Since my kid is visiting and staying longer than expected, my next chapter of MUTTATION will not be posted until next week Saturday before midnight (sometimes I like to post them at 11:56pm just for kicks). Anywaaaaay.... here’s a little snippet of my next chapter. It goes without saying that this is a rough draft, but you’ll get the gist of it. Enjoy ~J

MUTTATION

By: jamiesommers23

Chapter 3: Sneak Peek

MUTTATION

District Twelve – September 1, 2201

The rustling of the leaves and cool breeze gave Peeta the chills. He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets, and stepped towards the rock ledge. He shouldn’t have come into the woods, it belonged to the Capitol, and if a Peacekeeper saw him, he’d be in really big trouble, but Peeta didn’t care anymore. He was running away. And if the Capitol wants to catch me…and…and kill me, I don’t care, he thought to himself. Maybe I’ll just do it myself. Then mom can’t hurt me anymore. A sharp pain gripped him in the center of his chest as he sucked in a big breath and choked out a sob thinking, I’m sorry, mommy. I don’t mean to be a bad boy. I’ll go away now so you won’t ever have to be mad again.

“Better be careful there,” a girl’s voice came from behind a tree. “Those rocks can be slippery.”

Peeta immediately stopped crying and sat like a statue. Maybe the girl is talking to somebody else? Or maybe she’s a Peacekeeper and she’s gonna arrest me! Lord, he hoped she wasn’t one. He wouldn’t have to worry about the Capitol killing him, his mother would do it for them.

“You want some berries?” The female voice asked then stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight. Holding out a crude, wooden bowl, the girl walked slowly towards Peeta and spoke in a calm tone, “They’re the last of the season, so they’re not as sweet, but they’re still good.” She inched carefully towards Peeta, stopping a couple of feet away from the dangerous rock ledge. “Here,” she held the bowl out to him, but stood in place. If he wanted the berries, he’d have to come for them.

“Nuh uh,” Peeta shook his head.

“Are you sure?” she popped one into her mouth and licked the juice from her lips.  “I’m probably not gonna eat them all anyhow.”

Peeta side-eyed the bowl of purple and red berries, and wondered aloud, “Are they poison?” He clapped a hand over his mouth. For all he knew that was how Peacekeepers killed kids that trespassed on the Capitol’s land, but he didn’t mean to say that out loud.

"Would I be eating them if they were?" She asked and ate another.

They did look good and Peeta was hungry... "I can't pay for them."

"Did I ask you to pay?" Walking a few feet away she took a seat beneath the tree she had hidden behind. "I just thought it would be nice to have a little company while I ate, but if you don't want any..." she shrugged as though it didn't matter.

Peeta watched as she examined another berry before taking a bite from it, and his stomach got the best of him. “I suppose I could keep you company for a little while.” He wiped his still runny nose on his sleeve and sat across from her. “That’s sort of like payment, right?”

“Sure it is,” the hint of a smile she gave him radiated a warmth Peeta was sorely lacking in his life. “If it makes you feel better, we can think of it that way.”

It did make him feel better. Peeta studied the bowl of berries carefully, taking a small strawberry and making sure to leave the larger ones for her. “My mother says, ‘Nothing in life is free.’ I gotta make my own way. There’s no free rides in this world,” he said with far too much seriousness for a child of his age.

The girl looked at him curiously and asked, “Who’s your mom?”

“My parents own the bakery.” Making sure to wipe the berry’s juice from his fingers onto his pants first, he stuck his hand out and introduced himself, “I’m Peeta Mellark.”

The girl’s chest rose as she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, “Hi, Peeta.” Her voice cracked a little when she shook his hand and said, “I’m Sarah. Sarah Connor.”

Chapter 3 coming on Saturday

[feyresbatboys]

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