#psychopath ballads

[stargirlinterruped]

[batwingsrosa]

Let‘s talk about TBOSAS

There‘s an argument that people have made multiple times now, that really annoys me.

Let‘s get a little into psychology.

„Snow has always been evil, he was destined to become what he eventually did because he‘s a psychopath…“

Like no.

There‘s a difference between being evil and being a (narcissist/sociopath/psychopath. )

As dumb as this may sound at first- but please hear me out.

And for clarification: I do believe Snow is a psychopath.

But to better understand that we have to get into what a psychopath really is.

A psychopath is a person who lacks empathy, doesn‘t really react emotionally, lacks remorse and guilt.

They are often superficially charming, but ruthless.

They may be unable to form close emotional bonds with people. etc.

A psychopath percieves the world differently (because their brains are wired differently. )

But that doesn‘t make them evil.

What makes someone evil is how they act. How they interact with the world.

What defines who we are are our actions. Not necessarlily our thoughts.

Snow isn‘t evil because of the way he percieves the world, but because of the horrible crimes he commits, the actions he takes.

That is what defines evil.

There is always a choice.

And Snow made all the wrong ones.

That‘s why he is evil- not because of his personality (disorder).

Like just because someone is schizophrenic doesn‘t mean they‘re going to kill someone because someone else who‘s schizophrenic did.

Not everyone with borderline personality disorder may try to kill themself.

Not every psychopath is a killer or destined to become one.

We all have a choice.

Just don‘t make the wrong one.

But that‘s just my two cents.

[chatonmagique]

I'm nearly finished reading the ballad of songbirds an and snakes and looking through the coriolanis snow tag and I swear to god I cAn nOt deal with the sexualidation and pure blorbonism of this goddamn vile asshole help me

[curltee]

I want a hero protagonist who does absolutely nothing and just runs and hide the entire time but for some reason they survive. And Lucy Gray gives that.

[alexjcrowley]

If I had a nickel for everytime Tom Waits acted in a movie I'd be fucking rich

[ghostfacd]

THIN LINE

based on this thought

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst, descriptions of killing, they’re like in love ig, ooc!snow (he’s still crazy LMAO), SPOILERS for the ballad of the songbirds & snakes, Snow and reader being disgustingly touchy 💀

summary: in which there is a thin line in between yours and coriolanus’ friendship and something more, leading to a sudden shift in your dynamic

“Coryo! I passed! Coryo!” You shriek in excitement as Casca Highbottom passes one of your papers back. It had taken quite your strength when you were given the task to make new proposals and implements for the new Hunger Games, crying to your best friend Coriolanus about how you’ll never get it done on time.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, looking over at your paper. There was a bright red A+ along with the sloppy cursive writing of Good Job Miss. L/N!

“Good job,” Coriolanus says, snaking his arms over to pull you back into his chest, placing a sloppy but soft kiss on your cheek. “Knew you had it in you.”

The scene makes Arachne Crane let out a moan of disgust, rolling her eyes as she turned to another corner.

“What’s wrong Arachne?” One of her friends asked, and she only points to the two of you, who were too engrossed in each other to notice.

“Snow and L/N, are we even surprised?” Livia let out a huff of irritation.

When Casca Highbottom announced that you all will be meeting in the largest room of the Academy, you thought it was to finally announce the winner of the Plinth prize. The only rightful ones were you and Coriolanus, anyway. And maybe Sejanus, the boy whom you’ve gotten soft for these past few days.

You and Coriolanus entered arm in arm, avoxes had wove through the crowd of students with trays of posca, a concoction of watery wine laced with herbs and honey.

Coriolanus quickly grabbed two goblets, handing one to you and then chugging it quickly down his throat. For a minute, it burned.

“Oh there you two are,” Arachne waves you over, her face gloomy. “Obviously, no amount of bribing would make Sejanus tell me who won the prize. Not like it matters, we all know I deserve it most.”

There was an eye roll from Felix Ravinstill. “Sure Arachne, and I’m the richest man on the planet.”

That earned him a scowl from the girl, who then turned her attention to Sejanus. “He can have as much money as he wants, but he’ll always be district, you know.”

A few of your classmates laugh, nodding in bitter agreement as they watched Sejanus conversing with one of the professors.

“Right.” Coriolanus mumbles, surprising you. He hadn’t ever agreed with Arachne before—calling her a psychopath even—so why was he now?

“Oh please,” the girl snaps back. “You and Y/N are friends with him.”

“We tolerate him,” Coriolanus says, his hand that was holding yours became tighter. “He’s district.”

When Sejanus comes, the murmur of your classmates grows silent, and from the looks of it, he could already tell they weren’t saying much good about him.

“It’s time to assign the tributes.” Is all he says, motioning to Dean Highbottom.

“As you all know, the Plinth prize and money would usually go to the student with the highest mark,” Highbottom begins, clearing his throat. “But this year, we’d like to do something different.”

You can tell Coriolanus has stiffened in his seat. Even though you want to hold his hand and caress it, you know you can’t, so you keep your desire inside.

“Whoever is the best mentor among all of you will be able to win the Plinth prize.”

“Oh that is not fair!” Livia complains. “What if I get some poor weak district girl and she dies 2 minutes in the games?”

“It’s not just about your tribute winning,” Highbottom says, “you will be assessed.”

You and Coriolanus sit through the announcement of which mentor gets which tribute. You had gotten Coral, a girl from District 4 while Coriolanus had gotten the girl from 12. Lucy Gray Baird, apparently.

“Hey, you okay?” You say as you two stepped out from the Academy. “Look at me Coryo.”

He looks up from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed and his face upset.

“He hates me.” He says, referring to Dean Highbottom. “Always has, always will. Gave me the worst district of them all.”

“Hey,” you say, cradling his face as your eyes quickly scanned his. “Don’t say that. We saw Lucy Gray on stage, she can sing and she sure as hell can put on a charismatic personality for the crowd. You’ll be okay, Coryo.”

“I don’t know,”

This was the first time you saw Coriolanus so upset, so lost in his thought. Without a second thought, you pulled his head towards you, giving him a long kiss on his jawline.

“Sleepover tonight?” You ask as you pull away.

“Sure, I just have to tell Tigris first.”

That night, you and Coriolanus talk about your futures under your warm white covers, limbs tangling one another.

“Do you ever want kids, Coryo?” You ask, saying anything that came to your mind.

“Maybe.” He replies. “Only if I find a girl as worthy as you.”

His words make you smile, pulling him closer to your body. “As worthy as me?”

“Mhm. Or else I’d marry out of convenience. For profit. To ensure no one takes advantage of me.”

You shake your head, placing a small kiss on his forehead. “I hope that never happens, Coryo.”

“I hope it never does either.”

You turn over to turn off your nightlight, snuggling yourself under the covers as Coriolanus throws an arm around your frame.

“Goodnight Coryo.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

- - -

After Coriolanus’ little involvement in the tribute cage, Highbottom, to say the least, was unimpressed. He claimed Coriolanus was breaking many of the Academy rules, including endangering an Academy student. However, he agreed to let the mentors visit their tributes and offer them water or food.

You were talking to Coral, handling her a glass bottle filled with water. If you couldn’t get her out of here, the least you could do is hydrate and feed her.

You turn to look at Arachne, who was busy swinging water in front of her tribute. Her tribute almost looked pitiful as the bottle always seemed to swing out of her reach.

Coriolanus was talking to Lucy Gray, a little too close for your liking, but you knew it was just to discuss strategies.

“You think you’re gonna make it in the arena?” You ask Coral, who only glared at you, taking small sips of water at a time.

“Hey.” Coriolanus suddenly comes up from behind you, once again wrapping his arms around your shoulders before bringing your face in for a long kiss on the cheek.

“Hi,” you giggle, continuing to hold on him as you turned your entire body to face him.

Coral let out a scowl of disgust, eyeing you and Coriolanus up and down.

“Coral, meet my friend, Coriolanus Snow. He’s Lucy Gray’s mentor.” You say, pointing at the girl who was currently talking to another tribute; Jessup, you think his name is.

Coral doesn’t respond, only continuing to snarl at the two of you.

“They’re like wild animals,” Coriolanus whispers in your ear.

“Hey pretty boy,” she finally speaks, smirking from ear to ear. “You were on the truck earlier.”

“I was,” he replied curtly.

“Maybe I can’t kill you—but I’ll definitely kill your tribute.”

Before you could hold Coriolanus back from jumping at Coral, you all hear a scream.

Arachne’s tribute had somehow managed to grab the bottle of water, smashing it against the metal cage and stabbing Arachne directly in the throat with it.

“Oh my god!” You scream, running over to the girl. Although you and Coriolanus disliked her, she was still your classmate, and someone who you spoke to on a regular basis.

“You two, off.” The peacekeepers say, grabbing ahold of you and Coriolanus; dragging you away from the scene.

- - -

The walk to Coriolanus’s home was quiet, aside from occasional twig snapping and leaves falling.

“I’m scared,” you finally say, staring up at Coriolanus. His icy blue eyes bore into yours before they softened.

“I know,” he says, cupping your head in his hands. “I know you’re scared, that should’ve never happened.”

“But it did,” you say, placing your hands into Coriolanus’s coat to keep them warm. “What if it happens to us next, Coryo?”

“Hey.” Coriolanus’s face is only a meter away from yours, lips almost touching. “I’ll never let that happen to you, do you understand? As long as I’m alive, no one will hurt you.”

You nod, a few tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Coriolanus wipes away your tears with his thumb, one of his fingers caressed your cheek lightly. “They’ll have to shoot me dead before anything can happen to you.”

And before you could let out another one of your worries, Coriolanus leans in, placing a much awaited kiss on your lips. He pulls away for air after a minute, forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll never let anyone hurt you, ever.”

[belle-keys]

what i like about the ballad of songbirds and snakes is the way that snow isn’t some kind of psychopathic sadist with a natural penchant for evil or anything. he’s a symptom of a system and is so unremarkably human. coriolanus snow is a prissy broke old money little shit whose sole driving force is being the best debate kid, not a fascist oppressor. and when it comes down to it, he chooses the option that will allow him to be as cushy and safe as possible. he doesn’t originally want a power high, he just wants to stop being insecure. and his complacency is what ultimately breeds his corruption.

[firegirl888101]

Insatiable Madness (5)

|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|

Don't you just love it when things don't go your way...?~

Reader is Gender Neutral!

"How pathetic!" You felt a punch, your head beginning to grow foggy with colours slowly dimming to grey.

"Please... no more..." You heard yourself beg.

Was that even you? You've never heard yourself so demoted before.

"Begging? Pfah! I haven't even broken a bone!" He scoffed in disgust, dropping your mess of a body on the floor.

"Balladeer? Lord Pierro says you're taking too-" "Oh."

"Tell him I've got my hands full at the moment, I've been itching for a punching bag all day!"

"You're aware of the plan, yes? The deal is to check everyone before shedding blood."

That's... strangely close to Arlecchino's voice. Has she come to save you? No, more importantly, why do both Arlecchino and Scaramouche's cosplayers sound like the real voice actor?

You heard the Scaramouche cosplayer sigh, then step away from your body. "Fine. Follow me, mortal. I'm being merciful."

"'Follow me'? You've beaten them half to death." She scoffed.

He rolled his eyes as he left the room.

"I apologise on his behalf, we're supposed to kill those who aren't 'The Decider' quick and painlessly."

You didn't reply, you felt an intense pain as she picked you up.

"Comfortable? This could be the last time you'll ever experience such a thing."

"I don't know how many of you there are, but every one of you should feel guilt."

"Guilt? I suppose you would think of it like that." She smiled to herself, shaking her head.

"I'm feeling quite merciful," She began. "If I were to describe a particular mortal to you, would you tell me all you know? Do not try to lie to me. I can assure you that if what you tell me is useful, I shall find a way to sneak you out."

You looked at her curiously, not daring to give an answer.

This is your chance, maybe you could give her what she wants then run to the police station yourself?

"The Tsaritsa has been searching for someone who can control what can't be seen for awhile now. I thought she was crazy, pining after someone like that."

"Do you know of someone who can easily be controlled? Such as a 'Blond-Haired-Traveller'?

Is she referring to the actual game? She's talking about Aether? Maybe Lumine? Agh, I don't know! You scrambled your head, trying to think of an answer.

"W-What has the main game got to do with you killing innocent people?" You quietly asked in fear.

"So you do know something..." She spoke to herself. "For what other reason would you ask your own question following my own?"

"..."

You didn't reply. You didn't know how to answer this psychopath dressed as one of your favourite characters.

"I'm still waiting. You'll run out of time if I walk through that door." She threatened, slowly moving towards the door which presumably has the rest of her harbinger friends.

"Are you talking about Aether or Lumine!?" You spoke quickly.

Arlecchino stopped in her tracks, and smiled sweetly at you. "That's much more like it." She laughed gently.

"I have no idea who 'Lumine' is. However, I appreciate you opening your heart and soul to me. You'll explain everything else to the others."

You paled.

"But I did what you asked!--"

"And I said I would 'find a way to sneak you out' if your information was useful. I never said when I would sneak you out. If luck is on your side, death will sneak you out before I have the chance to."

She then slammed the unisex bathroom door open, and presented you to the harbingers. Some covered in blood, while others clean as a priest.

"Ah, it seems we missed one." Dottore chuckled to himself, looking at you.

"P-Please! I won't say anything, let me leave I beg of you!" The man in front of him begged, his body in a crumpled mess.

Dottore was quick to slit his throat, the man's body falling to the ground and gradually becoming covered in his own blood.

He just... He really just killed him with no remorse...

"They're the one." Childe breathed out, dispelling his hydro weapons efficiently.

"You said that to three other mutts." Signora scoffed, sitting on one of the stools.

"I feel a familiar aura with this one!" He argued back to the woman.

"If they aren't 'The Decider', we'll have to assume they managed to escape." Capitano sighed to himself, kicking the body away from Dottore's feet.

Again with that title, who could that possibly--

Hold on a minute, do they think you're this supposed 'Decider'?

Is that what this is all about? They killed everyone in the entire building just because they were looking for you?

It's not even guaranteed that you're the person they want!

Arlecchino set you on your feet and held your arms behind your back. Your body immediately collapsed due to Scaramouche's beatings from earlier.

"Scaramouche I think you treated them a little too roughly..." Columbina giggled in her hands, watching you groan in pain as Arlecchino kept her hold on your body.

"I treated them how I treat everyone else, they're not special in any way."

That's uncalled for.

Dottore pressed the compass in his hands and watched as the light trail pointed at your heart.

"Good work, Knave and Balladeer, this is them." Dottore started, pocketing the compass as it is no longer needed.

"However... Scaramouche, your behaviour will be reported to The Tsaritsa. When she finds out you almost killed them..."

"How was I supposed to know this was them!?" He argued back.

"You use patience." Pantalone scolded, a calm smile present on his face.

Scaramouche stayed silent, and retreated.

"Well then, anything to say? You really thought you could hide from us?" Dottore turned to you, watching you slowly lift your head up.

"You're actually talking to me now?"

"Well, it was overdue." He coughed. "This world feels unstable, the elements are all over the place."

"What of it?"

"Her Majesty has ordered us to retrieve you and bring you to her palace. It would be wise to proceed with absolute mercy and peace."

You simply turned away.

"You killed my family just to 'take me away from my world'!?" You screamed.

"This is horrible, disgusting even! You all look around my age... well, except for the Pulcinella-poser over there..." You started.

"Did you all get so fucking high on those vapes that you can't think straight? You'll all regret what you've done when you come up from your supposed fantasy!"

"Fantasy?" Arlecchino questioned, ignoring your tantrum. "Vapes?" Sandrone muttered.

"We had to kill just to find you. You should be lucky we kept you alive." Capitano scolded.

"Oh, yeah, sure! I am sooooo thankful that not only a bunch of lunatics killed lots of people, but I'm also happy they did it just for me!" You sarcastically replied.

Now, all you have to do is keep them in here until the police arrive. You told them your exact location, the only thing that can go wrong is you dying in the process.

"They're acting like a child." Signora scoffed.

"Let them behave this way. They clearly know who Aether is, this adds onto the proof of the compass that they are the one." Arlecchino explained, eyeing you.

"Hey! So, I know you're probably not in the mood to talk to me, but..." The Childe cosplayer poked at you, your response hissing as he touches your wounds.

"Sorry!"

"Go away."

"No can do! There's a rumour that the one controlling the traveller knows the future... is that true? If so, do I become the strongest and take over the world?" He asked, a grin on his face.

Is this guy serious?

Sorry, I decided to pick Aether as the traveller in this since I think he's been confirmed to be the canon protaganist of the game?

Do let me know if I'm wrong and I'll change it.

Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.

This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.

This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.

If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.

If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.

Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.

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[astro-pioneer]

my nosferatu!

lifeless skin, sharp fangs, and unusual allergies? sounds like his type. 『dottore』

! sumeru spoilers !

@n0tamused !!! :33

barely cares about any harm that happens to you

in actuality he's basically the reason you even HAVE injuries in the first place

his segments barely view you as a partner, moreso a test subject that can't die unless some extreme outside factors interfere

that or a simple travel companion, seeing as though he allowed omega to bring you to sumeru for company

the only evidence that you're not just a test subject is the consistent pet name dottore will drop and the fact you're not dead or altered

no one does anything though, mostly because it's dottore of all people

you're not the perfect of the bunch either, if the puncture wounds on every segment say anything

and they've heard stories from his subordinates that you have a temper when bothered (especially when it's day even though you can't see the sun??? ok edgelord)

everyone on the sumeru expedition was basically holding their breath the whole time

lord of darkness going to the hot and dry desert??? with the sixth harbinger??? scary thought

you gave the night vendors hella business so the locals can't really complain

two psychopaths insanely in love, i guess

"Ah, that hurt, Dotte." The subordinates who were also on the deck of the ship stared in shock as the segment of the Second casually ripped your arm off. The agent closest had to suppress a flinch from the blood splattering from your arm onto his boots. Despite verbally saying you were in pain, your expression barely changed. The segment, Omega, simply grinned, eyes crinkling behind the mask as he observed. What, exactly, he was analyzing, no one knew.

"Perfect! Now here-" he thrust the disconnected and lifeless arm to you, "-heal yourself. Quickly now, we're almost to Sumeru." The same subordinates could help but watch in disgusted interest as your arm merged itself back to your shoulder. "Now, darling, let's go change your clothes. They're filthy." Oh, wow, no one even noticed! Almost like it was your fault.

In new clothes and donning your iconic parasol, you freely express your scowl to everyone on the dock. You did not like Sumeru. It was second only to Natlan on your list of the worst nations. The heat was tolerable compared to the desert, but was still horrendous in your eyes. Thankfully, the half pint Sixth was on a different boat from you. You'd have more to frown about if it was shared.

Dottore carefully guided you off the boat and onto the sturdy walkway when it docked. You muttered a word of gratitude before he let go. "Stay in the city." The threat was well hidden as he tapped your forearm. You rolled your eyes before quickly heading to the room you and Dottore were to stay in. His plan was to head to his old research location early in the morning. Just the thought of being stuck travelling in the desert during the day made you groan. The agent assigned to you struggled to match your stride as you left for your temporary room.

The harbinger in the sixth position avoided your gaze. After the gruesome trek ("I'm not being dramatic, Dotte."), your day continued to get worse. The little puppet boy was the whole reason you were out of Sneznhaya anyway. Plus that attitude of his has not landed him on your good graces ("I've lived longer than you've been planned, little puppet. Don't tempt me to do something to you.").

If only your lover could've been less greedy and mental. Or, maybe if he was more organized. Yes, him being more organized would be better. His segments leaving important documents and experiments in your bedroom annoyed you to no end when they barge in to grab them. If be was more organized then none of you would need to be in his old office. You twirled your parasol in your hands with your iconic scowl. Apparently you and The Balladeer had something in common.

Segment Omega watched you get dressed. The two of you were taking a stroll together when the sun was starting to set. The plan to distract the common folk of Sumeru and allow The Balladeer to ascend was already in effect, but be could tell you were getting increasingly irritated. On the walk, you overheard chattering of a night market happening. He knew that nothing he could say would deter you from going.

When he first thought about this, his aggravation got the best of him and, sadly, he took it out on your hand. He would never ACTUALLY kill you; you were too precious both to his research and the primary segment. Your trusted agent watched from behind as the feared and powerful Second fretted over how to hold the shade maker while you moaned about how badly your hand hurt to hold it yourself.

Now, however, as he helps you choose what to wear, he couldn't help but think it over. Having you out would be excellent. Word of that pesky traveler duo being in Sumeru and sticking their noses into his affairs had already spread through the dispatched fatui. He didn't need much time to prepare their welcome and a quick chat with you would give him more than enough. "Dotte, help me choose what to wear." Whining should not be coming out of a being as old as time.

A crushing kiss was all your Dotte left you with before the two of you split ways. The streets were basically empty. You could feel the blond and little white haired child staring at you from around the wall. You could also sense that little dendro archon too. Using that silly Marionette's creation was smart. However, they posed no concern to you. Your goal here was to empty your pockets and force your Dotte to carry everything you purchased. A fine punishment for what he's put you through this trip.

Sometimes, you wonder how the harbingers are able to stay in their ranks, as loose-lipped as they are. "Are you sure we should be going up to them? They're a part of the fatui!" The little white one didn't know how to lower her voice. It was also not hard to overhear, as the restaurant was basically abandoned. There was no background chatter to cover their voices or footsteps. Nahida (should you call her Katheryne?) analyzed the way you moved and acted. "Hey, Nahida! Are you even listening to Paimon?" To the archon, you didn't care about what was happening in Sumeru.

If anything... "There's no garlic in this, right, darling? I have a horrendous allergy to it." ...you seemed to care more about spending than anything else. She didn't miss the big bag of mora you passed to the waitress with the order to split it with the chef. I guess being a big shot of the fatui puts you in a higher figurative pedestal.

"Do you know what's going on?" The archon of wisdom was not stupid. It was obvious you weren't human. Every vendor you went to and brushed against when paying thought about how your hands felt as though they were freezing (and about how loaded you were, but that's besides the point) and how your skin looked sickly. They just assumed you were infected with something, but Nahida knew better. And watching as your sharp and dangerous fangs glint in the streetlight confirmed it all for her. But, strangely, she also knew you wouldn't do anything to them.

"'Going on' with what, exactly, little archon?" The little white child - Paimon, you mused silently, gasped, hiding behind the blond hair of her companion. What annoyed her was that she couldn't read what you were thinking. It was too overlapped, too soft to catch. The only thing that was consistent were thoughts about one person. It was a little insane, if Nahida was being honest. "Besides, instead of worrying about me and what I'm doing here, shouldn't you three be running to the Akademiya? Being late to a scheduled meeting isn't the best look. Especially for the esteemed traveler."

It was interesting to see how the blond's face morphed. Your taunts as well as your affiliation weren't helping the urge to start an altercation. "Tata, little children." Your little finger wave made Paimon stomp her feet. "Oh, darling, could I also have some desserts as well? To go, though, along with the other entrées. Greatly appreciated." Another bag of mora being placed in the girl's hands had her squealing all the way back to the kitchen.

You were still awake and active in the room when your Dotte met up with you. Most of your items were already placed in your bags. The only goods you kept out were the ones you personally wished to give to your agent. Just because Dottore hates his subordinates does not mean you hate yours. The rest were for your Prime segment. Even though he split himself into different periods of his life, in every single one he was your Dotte just like you were his...salvation, so to speak. You were proof that what he was looking for was plausible. That was the only thing that was continuous in all of his segments.

"Oh, my nosferatu. How I missed you so." Sometimes, all Dottore wishes to do is merge with you. Tear you open and live inside of you, and you in him. He couldn't help but tightly grip your wrists as he hugged you from behind, forcing your arms to follow his in wrapping around you. "The traveler and their little detective group of Sumerians have found out too much, I'm afraid. I'm sending Omega home with the rest of the deployed fleet. It's up to you on whether or not you'd wish to go."

His heartbeat echoed into your silent chest as you leaned into the blue haired man, making him hold all of your weight onto his body. "You still have yet to get the Gnoses, and as much as I love hanging out with Omega, spending time with my Dotte is better." He allowed your fangs to casually slide into his wrist, his outer coat barely pulled back to avoid the blood that leaks from the puncture wounds.

The mention of his segment made him hum, swaying both of you side to side as he thought about all Omega did. You were used to it - obviously, seeing as though you've stuck with the doctor - and it was mostly directly ordered by him. However, conflicting the same injuries on you for no reason other than to just do it annoyed Dottore to no end.

He wrapped his freed arm around your neck, finger tracing over your notched ear. It never fully healed after all, he mused. "Oh, my darling." He didn't continue but instead cupped your face. His mask and gloves were off and presumably on the bedside table. He didn't care that blood still flowed out of his arm. All he cared about at the moment was how the only thing in your eyes was him. How it should always and forever be.

Watching the Omega segment depart with all of the other fatui members sent a sense of foreboding into you. The god of wisdom might be least inexperienced, including how she was held by the sages of her nation, but from what you could see from her, she was cunning. Your Dotte already had that issue covered. "It's ironic how the soundwave doesn't work on gods or vampires. I guess any non-human is immune." His footsteps were daunting to Nahida.

"Say, if my segments were an insult to the concept of life, how would you label my nosferatu? And all of their unique ways of documenting to help my experiment?" She couldn't possibly guess what your assistance in creating the segments were.

"If you mean the vampire that's been with you, I don't see how they're a part of this."

"Oh, but you should. You see, they have also defied your so-called concept of life multiple times. Their whole existence is a disgrace to your philosophy. Now, it's not my place to discuss their upbringing. I've got to keep my title as their "Precious Dotte" after all. Not like spilling their silly little secrets would change that."

Their talk seemed to take forever. Your agent faithfully stood beside you, arms crossed behind his back. The new brooches connected by chains matched him well. "Do you miss being out on the field to collect debts like your fellow agents?" You could hear his surprised cough. You were not really expecting a reply, especially when there was no knowing when Dottore would be back. His obsession with everything you made him order all of his subordinates to not converse with you in his presence. However, this was your subordinate. So who cares what he orders?

His boots shuffled against the shaded walkway. The silence stretched on for a few minutes. You spent the time twirling your parasol out of boredom. "Sometimes," he huffed. He no longer flinches when your eyes slide to land on him. "I'm still able to go into battle, especially when you unintentionally stir up trouble, my lord." You barked out a laugh that quickly turned into a short cough.

Dottore's footsteps start to enter your ears. "Unintentionally is a nice way to put it, my dear. Maybe I'm doing it on purpose to keep you on your toes." He followed as you stepped out of the shade, meeting up with your blue haired lover who already walked past. "You let go of your segments, Dotte." The doctor's red eyes curled in distaste behind his mask. Your agent casually blended himself into the background behind you.

"It was all to fulfill my side of the transaction for the Electro Gnosis. Besides, dealing with all of them was draining. A little annoying to clean up after, too." The agent casually glanced down with his eyes at his boots. Despite taking hours to scrub his boots, there was still a faint hue of brown on the tops. He could agree with the harbinger on the clean up comment.

Dottore stared at you with utmost devotion as you spilled your lustless desires. Your shared room back in Snezhnaya was messier than usual due to all that spending you did in Sumeru. In between your statement, you expressed your woes about the temporary loss of his segments. Even through the dramatic complaining you did, Dottore still watched you move around as though you were his own personal god to worship. His very own Nosferatu to your Dotte.

[rockyavelli]

I’m gonna get hate for this but I’m still gonna say it, I don’t see why thinking snow, in the ballad of song birds and snakes, is hot is a problem. Like, people falling for the villains is not a new thing and fictional murderers and psychopaths is once again, not new. I think people need to remember this is all fictional, and none of these fictional characters actually killed anyone.

I don’t like snow, if you read the book correctly you should hate him at the end, and obviously no one is condoning the fucking hunger games and institutional murder, but they choose to cast a hot actor for a reason, because he is supposed to be handsome and charming so by default the sparkly edits are gonna happen and is it really that worse than any other fictional monster? Not really.

[kpchrs]

A Snowbaird Crack What-If lmao

Based on the previous post: A crack rewrite fic using the worst takes of Lucy Gray and Coryo, so Lucy Gray is 100% manipulative sly bitch and Coryo is a psychopath who absolutely doesn't care about her

Lucy Gray is not thrown into the Games because she has been set up by Mayfair. But because District 12 people simply DESPISE her ass. So she sings, "YOU CAN KISS MY AAAAASS!!!" and the Districts will be like "BOOOOOO, GO DIE, BITCH!" and throwing tomatoes.

Lucy Gray bows, grabs a tomato, and says, "Thank you for the lunch for the arena!" The Capitols see all that but Lucy Gray can still turn the table on the Capitols by turning it into a sob story to grab their sympathies.

Lucy Gray and Coryo just simply straightforwardly scheme through shit. And like @coryo says in the comment, they will be a great team, ironically. Fortunately she still sings SO GREAT. The Ballad of Lucy Gray Baird is just a 100% LIE tho. It's a sob story to manipulate the Capitol people.

Coryo kinda despises Lucy Gray, he thinks she's an absolute bitch he can't stand, but still kinda be attracted to her (because this Lucy Gray is a whirlwind he never saw in the Capitol), while maybe Lucy Gray will just flirt more 18+ version with the boy. Lucy Gray saves Coryo in the bombing just because she needs a scheming partner. By the power of the plot, she survives the rainbow snakes.

And then after that, Lucy Gray stays in the Capitol because D12 hates her anyway. She suits the Capitol life more and maybe she and Coryo will be a couple but no feelings just lust, but just AN ABSOLUTE MENACE DUO COUPLE who just schemes through for PEAK POWER. It's obvious for Coryo like @sadsongsandstories says Coryo will use his political power and Lucy Gray using her singer-songwriter/celebrity status to manipulate the Capitol, because parasocial celebrity/idol worship/cult is strong, guys, I'm sure you know.

(While sadsongsandstories says that these characterisation bad takes are valid reading because of the elements of selfishness and manipulation of them, imo, it's like chemistry, you know? Suzanne Collins put this certain percentage of Liquid X (selfishness + manipulation) and Y (love) and you get TBOSAS result. This crack is 100% Liquid X lol!)

But like @things-stronger-than-fear says they will bring Panem to the ground so soon and too soon, because I think in the end their power is TOO fragile.

Still, in the hand of a Snowbaird shipper (me), they still become a couple anyway LMAO Or maybe because they belong together no matter how fucked up they are sksksksk

[moviehealthcommunity]

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[indigoreed1]

Writers, if you ever need proof that internal monologues are valuable, look no further than A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, cuz movie Snow was just some guy who snapped in the woods after a situationship, but I’m reading the book rn and he’s a psychopath from page one😭

[mostremote]

Can you talk about your opinion on Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes? Interested to hear why you dislike it. Loving the fic, my flatmate and I basically have a bookclub about it every Friday.

Thanks for the ask and I'm glad you like the fic!!

I’ll keep my Ballad criticism under the cut. I will only speak to the film, as I’ve only read little bits of the book. I also saw the film months ago so some of the details are fuzzy now.

Political philosophy. There are two versions of Snow’s origin story you can tell. One is political and the other is psychological (or you could combine these). A story about the rise of a dictator ought to have something to say about the nature of oligarchy, or how political systems thrive off psychopathy, or the banality of evil, or whatever it’s going to be. The Hobbes vs. Rousseau human nature question is Ballad’s only concern, and it explores this in no depth whatsoever. ‘I think there’s a natural goodness born into us all. […] You can either cross that line into evil… or not. And it’s our life’s work to stay on the right side of that line.’ This is so shallow, and we have no idea what good and evil even mean to these characters. And because Lucy Gray’s philosophical position and her vague exhortation of ‘freedom’ is so undeveloped (which is really just about rural vs urban aesthetics rather than any rights-based issue), she has no political role in a narrative about a future-dictator. Her role is almost entirely romantic, and unsuccessfully so (see below).

As for Snow’s philosophy, there is zero engagement with the dictatorial system that defines Snow in the original films. His final conclusion, ‘the whole world is an arena and we need the Hunger Games […] To remind us all who we truly are,’ has the seed of an interesting idea in it, but is unexplored. Why do people need to be reminded of their inherent brutality? What purpose does this serve? Why is it only the Districts who need to participate in that reminder, if this is supposed to serve as some self-revelation? Given that the Capitol is artificially engineering this brutality, how does that relate to some essentialist view of human nature? None of this is explored.

Psychologically flat/confused. Is this a story about corruption, a good man becoming bad? Or an exploration of psychopathy & violence, a bad man thriving? The problem is that this film depicts Snow’s first acts of violence, and yet they have no impact on him. His first murder is a completely justified act of self-defence. His second murder, too, is enacted to prevent a group of people getting hanged. He seems almost completely unaffected by these killings. Sejanus’ death provokes an emotional reaction, but given Sejanus is his friend this informs us about his feelings on guilt and loss, not about his feelings on murder. Which he seems to be fine with. Meanwhile, he has no moral qualms about become a gendarme for a fascist regime. Snow appears to have a psychopathic level of comfort with violence, and I would love if this was a film about a psychopath thriving in a society that inadvertently enables and celebrates such behaviour (Nightcrawler, There Will Be Blood), but it isn’t. We learn so little about the society itself and so little about Snow’s psychology that this falls completely flat.

Incompatible with Sutherland’s characterisation. Ballad’s version of Snow simply isn’t compatible with Sutherland’s regarding his thoughts on love and Katniss, and Sutherland’s paratexts are the entire reason I’m in this game. Snow finds Katniss exceptional: ‘no one else has been a threat to him and she was the very manifestation of threat,’ ‘Katniss Everdeen is the first person who has excited Snow, who has stimulated him.’ He is a man at the end of his life falling in love for the first time. And I find that wondrously compelling given the absurdity and horror of the circumstances of that love (she is ¼ of his age, he is the source of all her trauma). And he falls in love with her because she is a threat to him, not because she is pretty, or politically useful. In Ballad, Snow’s obsession with Katniss is completely reconfigured so it’s spurred by her superficial resemblance to Lucy Gray. I find this incredibly dull, and also confusing, given that Snow’s obsession with Katniss is weakest in the first film and strongest by the conclusion. Also, he is 18 in Ballad. 64 years pass before he meets Katniss. He should not still be obsessing about a teen fling. Gives it weird Humbert Humbert Annabel/Lolita vibes.

‘It’s the things we love most that destroy us’ is also weirdly revised in Ballad. In Mockingjay 1 it has the obvious immediate relevance to how Snow uses Peeta to control Katniss, sure, but as Sutherland acknowledges it also refers to Snow’s love for Katniss. What does it mean in this context? His love for Lucy Gray destroyed him? He didn’t seem to love her, and it barely affected him. His love for power corrupted him? But he’s never corrupted: he supports state power from the outset.

The Romance. Lucy Gray is a deliberately ambiguous character, and we never know if Snow really loves her or if she really loves him. Two dangerous characters manipulating one another with ambiguous motives can be fascinating (save me, House of Cards’ Mattie/Urquhart), but this lacked depth and clarity. Lucy Gray is too opaque, and Snow too underwritten (a better actor than Blyth could have maybe done more with this). Apart from both being pretty and (the film tells us) charismatic, there is little to make this romance compelling. This would have worked better for me if Lucy Gray had an actual political position that tempted Snow, but again, it’s too thin.

Ultimately Ballad is a pretty shallow film, and that’s whatever. The Hunger Games series is hardly a triumph of political philosophy. But as someone who loves Snow, and loves what Sutherland did with Snow, it’s jarring to see that interpretation thrown in the trash in favour of a few half-baked musings on human nature and such an uncompelling romance.

[k-s-morgan]

have you seen the ballad of songbirds and snakes??? Young snow reminds me of Tom Riddle, they're both narcissistic psychopaths and I loved it

Yeah, I watched it just three days ago with my Mom! I agree, young Snow has quite a lot of attributes with Tom Riddle, although to be honest, I thought they made him too sympathetic in the movie. The book version is colder and more psychopathic, in my opinion. Still, I love the actor, his superior stare that often looked full of derision and void of any warmth, and his performance in general. Good movie.

[fembrie]

i think the reason why i like taylor so much, even if she isn't the second coming of singer-songwriter jesus like swifties tend to portray her, is because her music feels like it treats female romantic experiences really genuinely and sincerely? i don't want to listen to a nepo baby's new wave experimental synth pop ballad about how much he wants to fuck goth girls with daddy issues. i don't want to listen to a man scream about how broken and lonely and damaged he is because of an evil psychopath ex. i don't want to listen to love songs by men that make women the punchline, the mouth and tits and ass, the joke everyone else is in on except herself. i want to listen to music that takes me seriously.