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seasons they will change, life will make you grow... death can make you hard, hard, hard.

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 ▇▇  INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE , 66th victor of the hunger games : district nine's brandon gallows ! an ORIGINAL CHARACTER penned by north. originally written under the username #hisvictory.

links. the 66th hunger games, metas & headcanons, multimuse.

timeline : 66th hunger games bran is 15 years old -> 74th hunger games bran is 23 -> 75th hunger games bran is 24

▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ other links : pinterest , spotify , npc lore ,

district nine : poppy , lacey , arthur !

disclaimers : i am not affiliated w/ luc.as lyn.gaard or wal.ker sc.obell in any way! nor suz.anne co.llins

trigger warning(s) : bran shows methods of sel.f ha.rm that though not fitting stereotypical means, is still self harm. granted this is only portrayed in his younger years, and primarily in the first few years post the 66th games, i thought i would take this chance to warn you. other themes such as depression, ptsd, food scarcity, and suicidal ideation at times will be mentioned.

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on casey today, as he's where i have the most muse atm! world building on his side blog.

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HEADCANON DROP! fears ( drowning & dark, confined spaces, etc )

bran isn't afraid of much, after being a "victor" of the hunger games. he doesn't fear his own death, and while he definitely fears the deaths of his loved ones, his more specific and stereotypical fears revolve around the trauma of his games: drowning, deep water, the dark, and confined spaces. bran reacts negatively to confined spaces, shutting down and going quiet. as for the dark, he can tolerate it but it makes him uneasy. combined with a small confined space however? he will start to sweat and even panic. bran also has consitent nightmares revolving around his near fatal drowning in the 66th games! he can swim, dont get him wrong, but he still fears water like that.

because of these fears, they are used against him post catching fire after he is captured during the games, and taken to the capital. torture methods include all of his fears above, but are not limited to, being forced into dark and confined spaces– waterboarding– and also the unethical treatment where he is confined in a literal glass box, like some animal on display, and the lights are always on. which is another method of torture in itself, if they add sound.

bran also has his loved ones threatened, specifically corbin, his older brother and part of the rebellion.

pre-catching fire, and even the original hunger games novel, bran is subjected to threats quite often—  however these threats are always against either his brother or his tributes, whomst have only once in the past been subjected to sabotage during the games, when he did not comply and listen to the capitals demands of him.

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... this is a bran bop, say what you will.

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slithers back to casey, where i shall hide for the rest of the night, bc i dont actively feel like writing anything other than headcanons and such.

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mmmm unsure, even afraid, bran brings me a kind of angst i didn't realize my cold dead heart could feel.

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pinned post updated.

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yeah no this is post catching fire, and im making it canon rn that he did indeed get captured with peeta and johanna. bcus this is such a mood for bran to be in a glass box, interrogated, given no privacy, and kept like a fucking zoo animal while they're actively torturing johanna and hijaking peeta.

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there is in fact a scene of bran's fc with a muzzle/face mask on, and i do in fact think that's tragic.

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i just realized bran doesn't live with solas or corbin when he moves to the victor's village. solas keeps his farm and continues to live there on the property, in the same house he raised the two brothers. and corbin? corbin is too angry rebelling against the capital in ways that puts a target on not just his own back, but on bran's too. corbin's gonna get bran in so much fucking trouble, and he doesn't even live with bran anymore.

let me clarify though: bran thinks corbin is doing the right thing!!! being a rebel in any way you can be to a system built like this, and ran by a man like snow, is a good thing! that being said, corbin is reckless, wild, and doesn't think shit through—  he'll be a good asset for katniss' rebellion because he's willing to do whatever it takes, but post 74th and beyond, he's doing shit alone.

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PROMPTS FOR NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION *  adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ encourage ] sender supports receiver with pats on their shoulders and a big, encouraging smile

[ silence ] sender lays a finger over their lips, telling receiver to stay quiet

[ stop ] sender holds their palm out facing receiver, stopping them in their tracks

[ affectionate ] sender plays with receiver's hair

[ braid ] sender begins to braid receiver's hair

[ i love you ] sender signs I LOVE YOU to receiver

[ go away ] sender gives receiver's shoulder a shove, trying to make them walk away or go into another room

[ slam ] pent up with frustration, sender leaves receiver and slams the door behind them as they exit

[ knock ] sender is here to see receiver and knocks playfully on their door to indicate they've arrived

[ wipe ] seeing receiver cry, sender reaches out and wipes their tears away (with their fingers or with a tissue)

[ secret ] making sure no one sees, sender secretly takes receiver's hand under a table and laces their fingers

[ squeeze ] sender reassures receiver in a dangerous situation by squeezing their hand

[ sleepy kiss ] while receiver is sleeping (or pretending to be asleep), sender approaches them and places a soft kiss on their forehead

[ hospital ] receiver is in the hospital, and sender sits in a chair by their bedside all through the night and holds their hand

[ celebrate ] receiver accomplishes something amazing, so sender rushes into receiver's arms and jumps up and down, eager to celebrate their victory

[ food ] sender brings receiver their favorite dish to cheer them up

[ glass ] sender and receiver are separated by glass. sender draws a heart on the glass with their finger for receiver to see

[ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there

[ expect ] sender sticks out a hand, palm up, waiting for receiver to give them the item they want

[ pillow ] sender playfully tosses a pillow at receiver, starting a pillowfight

[ sob ] sender rushes into receiver's arms and breaks down in their embrace, hiding their tears in receiver's chest

[ offer ] sender is cooking for receiver and offers out a spoon for receiver to sample a taste

[ love note ] sender passes receiver a romantic note in secret

[ close the distance ] sender and receiver are seated together, and sender moves closer to snuggle with them

[ montage ] receiver tries on clothes, and sender either approves or disapproves of each outfit with a nod or a shake of their head

[ stare ] while receiver gazes out a window, sender comes up from behind and embraces them

[ dance ] sender approaches receiver and starts dancing with them, positioning their hands for them

[ paint ] while sender and receiver paint together, sender smears a little paint on receiver's face to make them laugh

[ funny ] sender makes an assortment of funny faces to try and make receiver laugh

[ flowers ] sender leaves a bouquet of flowers for receiver to find

[ catch ] sender catches receiver's eye across a room and winks at them

[ refuse ] sender is upset with receiver and pushes away from their hug

[ get out ] sender points at the door, demanding receiver leave

[ snuggle ] sender lays down beside receiver and curls up against their body, quickly falling asleep

[ smooch ] sender takes receiver's face in their hands and guides them in for a romantic kiss

[ fix ] sender approaches receiver and fixes a piece of clothing or jewelry on their person

[ reach ] sender desperately reaches out to receiver with both arms extended, pleading for a hug

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this blog is closely affiliated with nika's arthur & finnick, ty for coming to my ted talk. @m4nuscript

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ANYONE WANT A STARTER FROM DURING THE 75ₜₕ GAMES (THE QUARTER QUELL)? during the training, the parade, the actual games themselves ?

[raygilee]

fear flickers across druscilla's face. "and you're headed for a bloody and agonizing death." maysilee gives a bitter laugh. "that’s right. i am. so why should i care what you say? unless i win, of course. but even then, who do you think will be more popular? the victor of the quarter quell . . . or you?" + / an independent & semi-private portrayal of maysilee donner from suzanne collins sunrise on the reaping as loved by bri. twenty1+.

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also it is very important that if ur invested in bran and his story / bg for the 66th games! that you follow @centurieslater & @arkehtype because b writes poppy, the female d9 tribute! & bri their d9 escort lacey!

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bran's kill count is uh, three? like damn boy did not do much killing. that being said each death was brutal. bran's first kill was in the mineshafts, he used a rock to cave someone's skull in. his second kill was a climbing spike through the mouth of the d1 tribute. and his final kill was the d2 girl, who he stabbed in the gut while they were both drowning in frozen waters.

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they never come back, she'd reminded herself from the second the gong sounded and the 66th hunger games began. youth is a light with a trigger. or the sharpened edge of a knife. or an arrow between the eyes from the arena's annual marksman. and even if you survive those, the likeliest of culprits, YOU AREN'T LUCKY. victors are never lucky. lacey's seen them with her own eyes. she can't smell the death on their clothes but their eyes, their eyes look like their replaying the footage as if its today's news. [ EVERY DAY ]

'get out of my way!' shouted over the resounding echo of the same reminder ... they never come back, UNTIL APPARENTLY THEY DO. the sunshine is gone from her lips now. there's a hoarseness shredding her voice chords still belonging to disbelief. an ode to urgency — lacey isn't asking, she's demanding. 'where is he? WHERE IS HE?' it isn't that they do not understand her request. it's that they have never seen her lacking a smile. her hair loose, ALMOST UNKEMPT. like she hadn't planned for any travels in the foreseeable future ... and she hadn't, and she wears the guilt like a shield around her heart, because she should have been here waiting for him instead of talking to the walls about how she should have given him something more important instead of treating his last days like she could personally gift his youth-hood on a silver platter.

a not so naive thought in hindsight. but how was she to know?

'bran-' a relief fills her chest. her deflated beating organ renews and swells to life once again. see, everybody talks about the families and the ones the tributes leave behind, but nobody cares about how ill-fated for their loss the ones who pluck them from their homes are while the screens run with a taste for hunger and gore. * IT'S A SPECIAL KIND OF ATROCITY ALTOGETHER FOR US. but, she can rest easier, for today the atrocities DO NOT come full circle. lacey wipes her burning eyes with the back of her wrist. rushing the bed, her long coat made of wool and a fabric she doesn't even know the name of whirs in a heap around her, as she all but collapses into the boy on the gurney. 'i've got you. you're not alone anymore.'

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lacey is a saving grace in an otherwise suffocating room that sought to rob him of the very breath, they themselves had "graciously" returned to his lungs after bran had nearly drowned in the arena's frozen lake. the boy swears his finger tips are still blue and numb, but the doctors had long since provided him with warmth, the proof of it in a thermal blanket that now lay draped across his lap; pooling like liquid silver.

it was ironic— or it perhaps would be if bran could think of anything other than the games— that lacey was now a beacon of something brighter, where when they had first met she had been a grim reminder of his fate. try as hard as she did to let bran and poppy be children, for the brief remaining period where they'd still be alive.

" I'VE GOT YOU! " / " YOU'RE NOT ALONE ANYMORE. "

she is a beacon, he just has to follow her. but as bran stares at her with an empty look in his eyes—  so unlike even the boy that had sat in the train car leaving district nine ... it's clear he's still floating somewhere in that lake, with the girl from district two reaching for his throat as he plunges a sword into her belly.

the doctors huddle around them now, attempting to dissuade lacey from speaking to bran while "clearly in a state of shock". but this was lacey, and even as far away as bran was, he knew she wouldn't listen to them. she hardly listened even to bran's mentor, why would she listen to these faceless men in white coats?

" poppy. " it's the first he's spoken in hours, and it startles the doctor's who hadn't heard even a squeak from him as they'd stitched, stapled, and sewed him back together. " ... poppy— " he was supposed to protect her, but he knows if he's won that she's gone. knew from the moment lacey drew her name from the bowl, that she was a dead girl walking.... still, that didn't make reconciliation any easier.

he promised poppy. he promised to stick with her, protect her, provide for her for as long as he was alive! and yet the moment that first boom went off, everything went to hell— there wasn't even blood shed, which was the worst part of it. it was one of the first blood baths that wasn't even a blood bath at all... and yet he'd lost her in the mad scramble.

maybe she'd be here and he'd be dead if he hadn't lost her; but he knows, even then. poppy was never coming out of those games alive— and neither should have he.