#tbosas au

[floralcyanide]

⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒.

౨ৎ 18+ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴʟʏ !

⊹ summary: You are studying the one and only US President John F. Kennedy for your dual-title doctorate at Harvard University in 1963. Upon growing closer to the president, you happen to meet one of his Harvard friends, Coriolanus Snow, who is campaigning for the 1964 Election. You're both brought closer as time passes, and your life changes forever. As the 1964 Election continues and political tensions escalate, you come together. With the help of you, the Kennedys, and his charming wit and cleverness, Coriolanus Snow ends up with all he's ever wanted. However, the ever-growing Women's Revolution puts everything and everyone at risk. What Coriolanus doesn't know is that politics is all a game-

But there are worse games to play.

⊹ pairing: young!coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⊹ warnings: none. ⊹ word count: 269 (not including quote.) ⊹ author’s note: eeeee here's the prologue! I'm so excited to share this idea with you all. it was just a random fic idea I had and I didn't think it would snowball in my imagination the way it did, yet here we are lol. please be sure to check out the soundtrack and if you want to be tagged with every chapter, please fill out the form. I have both the soundtrack and taglist form below for you to click. much love!! ♡

౨ৎ divider credit: @cafekitsune

౨ৎ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ | sᴇʀɪᴇs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ | sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

౨ৎ this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

❝And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman's head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him, and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.❞ — Lana Del Rey, Spoken Monologue, National Anthem

“Go on, sweetheart,” Coriolanus mumbles, his lips tickling the shell of your ear, “Wave to the people. They love it, they love you.”

You stare at Coriolanus for a moment in absolute awe as he basks in the glow of attention from the crowd. At this moment, he’s electric and powerful. You couldn’t be more proud of him for it. The two of you are in a brightly colored motorcade, slowly cruising through downtown Boston in celebration. Your husband effortlessly smiles in glory, his eyes twinkling in unbridled emotion- a rare sight to see from him. Coriolanus has his moments, but not like this. His blue eyes are usually cold, distant, and emotionless unless looking directly at you. Despite the lack of obvious light, you can still see it. It’s one thing Coriolanus admires about you; that you can see past his demeanor. The last time you remember him looking so full of pride, though, was the day you married one another.

It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that he succeeded at this- and you succeeded at this, too. Perhaps even harder to grasp that millions of people around the world now know your name and care about what you have to say. As Coriolanus said himself, the people love you. Sure, having the people on your side just as they are his matters to you. But at the end of the day, the only thing that matters for certain is if he truly loves you like he loves power. Sometimes you aren’t so sure. Sometimes, he looks at you, and you can’t see a thing.

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[chrissymunsons]

au where coriolanus stayed in district 12 and continued his relationship with lucy gray. by the end of his 2nd year in d12 lucy gray became pregnant and even though they were overjoyed, they were stressing about their unfortunate circumstances.

coriolanus tried his best to be present for lucy gray during her multiple pregnancies, but there was only so much he could do while he still had his peacekeeper duties. he had to work very hard to keep his hands to himself whenever he would hear murmurs from the people of 12 when they would call lucy gray distasteful names or speculate about the father of her children. as their kids kept growing up it became harder to pretend like he didn’t know them. seeing them at the market trailing after lucy gray tugged at his heart strings, especially since the kiddos had been taught to pretend like they didn’t see their father.

however, when their children were 2 and 3 years old an incident happened: they had been walking around with their mama when some drunkard had reached for them and since coriolanus had been patrolling around, all hell broke loose. coriolanus had beat the man into a pulp and had to be separated by his partners. when he reached the commander’s office he received a stern talking to and was reprimanded, but as he was leaving his commander stopped him. “you know i’m not an idiot right? those kids couldn’t look anymore like you. i have been suspecting for some time, but seeing them up close today confirms all my suspicions. you’ve done a great job here, it would feel almost unfair of me to deny you the chance to have more off days to be with your family. maybe by next year you’ll get your own quarters and you could settle in with them if you behave and don’t pull some shit like what you did today again. take this opportunity i’m giving you and don’t fuck it up. you’re dismissed.” coriolanus couldn’t believe what he had just heard; had the commander grown a heart? he quickly shook that thought out of his head. he was too excited, he had to tell his little family the great news. ❄️🕊️

this au/headcanon promt was brought up by a few snowbaird shippers in the discord server, so all credits to them for the idea! 🫶🏽🩷

message @burntblueberrywaffles if you’d like to join the server! 💘

[scarlettscribbles]

ok, au where casca highbottom, as a massive fuck you to crassus snow, does his damn hardest to father mentor and support coriolanus so that he doesn't grow up starving for necessities, or for absolute power. coryo, influenced by both casca and tigris, is more sympathetic to the districts and also sought for the games' end. he doesn't make any big moves until his last year at the academy, when he's assigned lucy gray.

(casca doesn't comment on why coryo suddenly had a fire lit under his ass, though he does give them more time during the mentor meetings and exaggeratedly wiggles his brows everytime coryo looks over to him.

lucy gray catches him doing it one time and just smirks. casca thinks that coriolanus has met his match.)

[mdverse]

sth sth tbosas au sebklaine art i promised @backslashdelta months ago and then forgot about but it's also based on this fanart

[vinsmokesangio]

Carnival 💛🇧🇷

pairing: Tom Blyth x reader

warnings: none i guess (?)

summary: you and your friends decide to make a quick trip to Brazil during the Carnaval holidays. of course it’s the perfect opportunity to make things real between you and Tom <3

a/n: It's Carnival in Brazil! A delicious holiday in the middle of our summer with 4 days of celebration. To celebrate and make a special edition, I created a social media au based on the universe of this one, where you, Tom and your friends travel to Brazil to party. In my mind, Tom would love the Carnival atmosphere, so why not make it happen in a parallel universe? hahaha I hope you like it and get to know a little more about our culture!

yournameyln | 📍Salvador, Bahia, Brazil

tagged: @/tomblyth @/yourfriend1 @/yourfriend2 @/yourfriend3

liked by tomblyth, rachelzegler and others

yournameyln: what a beautiful place! i’m already in love with the “caipirinhas” 🍹💛

yourfriend1: i love being with you <3

user1: loved the outfit! ↳ yournameyln: thank you love x

user2: tom looks so happy 🥰 ↳ user3: are they together? :/ ↳ user1: it looks like.....

tomblyth: i love you ↳ yournameyln: i love you ↳ user4: oh my god??? ↳ user2: @/user3 i think this explains your question ↳ user3: @/user2 It doesn't mean anything, they are best friends until then ↳ user4: What kind of best friends post photos holding hands exclusively on stories when there are other friends with them? ↳ user5: yes, plus she could have posted just one related to him but she posted two 🤨

tomblyth: btw my tan is prettier than yours ↳ yournameyln: shut up everybody knows it’s artificial

tomblyth | 📍Salvador, Bahia, Brazil

tagged: @/yournameyln @/yourfriend1 @/yourfriend2 @/yourfriend3

liked by yournameyln, rachelzegler, maya_hawke and others

tomblyth: brazilian carnival in Salvador and some of my favorite people in the world.

yournameyln: you're my favorite person 🥺 ↳ user6: awwww ↳ user2: "some of my favourite people” and it’s just y/n 🤪

user7: she's out of his league, fr ↳ user8: gurl get a life ↳ user9: while you send hate to her, they are traveling together and being more intimate than you will ever be with him - liked by author

yourfriend2: what a amazing trip, ily so much <3 - liked by author

yournameyln: o amor está no ar <3 - liked by author ↳ @/user: omg it means "love is in the air", they're so cute i cant

[lonelychicago]

several sentences sunday!

tagged by the lovelies @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz @devirnis

im properly hyped for haymitchd story now and can't stop thinking about thg verse so.... here's more!!

Eddie’s heart gallops at the end of it, and without him even processing it or thinking about it… he reaches through the bars. His body moves as if it has a mind of its own. and rests his hand near Buck’s feet.

And what happens next might be the most shocking, surprising, beautiful, devastating thing that Eddie’s ever experienced, all at once— Buck’s hand comes to rest on top of his, his skin feeling solid and a little rough. But it warms Eddie’s flesh, sips into his bones and travels through his veins, warming Eddie’s very soul like nothing has ever managed before. There’s this delicious, dizzying, addicting, maddening heat spreading in Eddie’s belly, rising up his nerve endings.

By all accounts, despite the good relationship they’ve managed to build in this brief time of knowing each other, Buck should hate him. Should despise him, or at the very least resent him a little… just by principle alone, Eddie thinks, like most of the other tributes seem to be wary of every other mentor.

Buck would have every damn right to be mean, spiteful, rude to Eddie. He wouldn’t have blamed the guy if he had spat on Eddie’s hand just now, to be completely honest.

But Buck didn’t. He took Eddie’s hand so softly and delicately that it’s making him come a little undone at the seams, frankly.

Eddie’s breath hitches. His heart melts. The pleasure of being this close to him, of sharing this little moment frozen in time, just the two of them… it slices through him like the sharpest blade.

“I’m so sorry, Buck.” Eddie whispers, voice breaking as he can barely bare to look the boy in the eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Buck whispers back, gentle and patient and too good for this cruel world they live in. But there’s also a firmness to his tone, a sort of finality, like he won’t accept anything else. Like Eddie deserves this kindness he is offering, no doubt about it. Eddie wants to argue anyway, but Buck squeezes his hand, sending a little zing of warmth and fondness through Eddie’s body, and speaks before he can do anything else.

“Maddie would really like you, I think.”

tagging (no pressure): @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @bi-buckrights @loveyouanyway @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @weewootruck @watchyourbuck @queerdiazs @diazsdimples @maygrantgf @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @the-likesofus @hippolotamus @shipperqueen6 @bekkachaos @wikiangela @elvensorceress and anyone else who wants to do it <333

[meekmedea]

Haven't been able to get him out of my head today, so enjoy some snippets of him in the time travelling clemmie au ~

Based on a previous ask by @tumblingghosts about Hector entering the narrative.

I.

Once he could have confidently said – he will never choose you over me. But Hector has been gone a long time and Max is no longer the same–

Max. The name tastes bitter in his mouth. Volumnia’s work. Only she had ever called Maximinius such.

Hector misses the days when it was just Magnus and him.

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II.

Is it better or worse that he has no home to return to?

Because his home – their home, the one Cleopatra and him had decorated, the one where he’d kissed his wife and son goodbye before he’d gone on that trip – it’s gone.

The war took it. Along with Cleopatra and the last memories of his life.

All he has now is his name, Maximinius had insisted on it, even as Volumnia protested, arguing about logistics.

And well what Maximinius Ravinstill wants, he usually gets. He's stubborn like that.

So on a gloomy day in October, Hector Dovecote is declared alive in the eyes of the law. 

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III.

Some days, looking at his son is hard. They’re nearly strangers. A son he never got to watch grow up and had a family of his own.

To all the people who say his son is his exact mirror, Hector wants to tell them that they are blind. For he sees Cleopatra in Endymion’s every move.

From the way he takes his coffee to the way his brows furrow when he’s trying to solve a particular problem. And how can he forget – the piano is all Cleopatra, for Hector never had a drop of musical talent in his blood.

`

And his granddaughter – she is clearly her parents’ child and he is so very proud of his son.

But she is also a stranger to him. With his son and him, they had Cleopatra. With his granddaughter, Hector doesn’t know where to begin.

He is willing to get to know her, but with all that’s going on, he’s ashamed to say that he has not put in as much effort as he should have. Cleopatra would have had his hide had she known.

`

Just as things begin to die down and people stop asking after his miraculous return to society, she says, “Grandfather, may I confide in you about something?”

Except the words that come out of her mouth are not ones he had expected.

In a way, she is like him – neither of them belong to this time.

And as he pulls more of the story from her, Hector feels a pang of jealousy that she got to live a full life where he could not. But it doesn’t stay for long, for he knows her life was not an easy one. There is a different type of burden on her shoulders that he wishes he could carry for her.

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IV.

Cleopatra would have bundled up their granddaughter in her arms, known the right words to say and do. She’d have approached it differently, but because his love is no longer with him, he must do it his way instead.

“I don’t follow–”

“Just swear it. Promise me that when I die again–” He ignores the way the President flinches. “–you will keep my son and granddaughter safe.” Especially from Volumnia.

“Hector.”

“Swear it, Magnus. Swear it on whatever affection we shared during our friendship in our youth that when I die, you will keep them safe from anyone who wishes them harm.”

“You foolish man.” But when Hector refuses to budge on that matter, the man sighs and agrees. “Very well, you have my word.”

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V.

For reasons that nobody else can fathom, Hector and his granddaughter visit District 11 often.

The President frets far too much on such excursions. Maximinius is hard to fit into a category these days. He’s not quite Hector’s Magnus, nor is he Volumnia’s Max.

`

It is here they can mourn for things that were and that never will be.

“I am beginning to forget their faces,” Clemensia admits one day. “What kind of mother am I to forget the faces of my own daughters?”

Hector squeezed her hand gently. Whereas Cleopatra's memory lives on in his son and granddaughter, Clemensia isn’t afforded the same luxury. The more they change, the further her future strays from what she once had.

`

“Do you think the pain ever goes away?”

He still thinks of Cleopatra night and day. And of all the what ifs had he not gone on that on that fateful trip. “No, but we learn to grow our life around the grief.”

~~~~

Edit: part 2 here

[snowbairdceo]

let it snow | a snowbaird smau

paring: coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird summary: coriolanus snow, a neurobiology professor at capitol university, embarks on a nationwide book tour to promote his latest literary work. as he reaches district 12, the last leg of his tour, he's already dreaming of his return in his beloved capitol. caught in the midst of a blizzard just days before christmas, coriolanus is reluctantly forced to extend his stay in the small district. it is during this unforeseen detour that he crosses paths with lucy gray baird, a local waiter with a voice as enchanting as the snow-covered landscape surrounding them. ↳ or the hallmark christmas movie au no one asked for.

infos: english is not my first language; ignore timestamps; characters are ooc; if you want to be tagged please comment on this masterlist (ily); do not repost my work anywhere.

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❄️ characters introduction ❄️ part 1 ❄️ part 2 ❄️ part 3 ❄️ part 4

[southslates]

i am singing now while rome burns

In which Lucy Gray stays with Coriolanus in the Capitol after the games.

Multi-chapter fic on AO3.

“Your dean wishes to report you to the President and have you punished. I should agree, for you broke my rule so that your little bird could sing.”

He could say he’s sorry, but he thinks that if she plans to kill him now, that would not do anything but take away his dignity. So Coriolanus stays silent.

“But she is just a bird,” Gaul laughs, loud with her chest, something off-kilter and insane about it. “And you were right. For your lovely proposal to work, there must be a victor. Now you understand, it is not often that I am wrong. I think you would be wasted in punishment, Mr. Snow. I think instead, I’ll take you in as my protege.”

[backslashdelta]

Thanks to @cryscendo for the tag and for past tags and to everybody else who has tagged me in the past and then I haven't made a post... I appreciate every time I get tagged, I've just been kinda drowning in work lately and haven't had time to write.

BUT I'm going to share a little bit I wrote several months ago for tbosas au which has been living rent free in my head for a while - I started outlining this back in December, and will hopefully eventually get to write it all! This is more than 6 sentences because fuck the rules <3

“And there he is, Blaine Anderson himself,” Santana announces to their small group. “They can’t give him the prize, right? He already has enough handed to him, being an Anderson.” Blaine catches Sebastian’s eye for just a moment before Sebastian can turn back to the group, and he starts to walk over. “Which is ridiculous anyway, he’s district. He doesn’t even belong here but he still has everything handed to him? It makes no sense.” As Blaine walks up to the group, Santana plasters a sickeningly sweet smile across her face. “Hi, Blaine.” “Hi Santana,” Blaine greets her quickly, then looks to Sebastian. “Hey, Bastian.” Sebastian cringes a little, hates it when Blaine calls him that, like they’re the best of friends, hates that being associated with Blaine makes everyone else question his own place here, too; he doesn’t need his status being questioned, it’s hard enough fooling them all as it is without Blaine getting in the way. But Blaine knows what Sebastian’s life is, Blaine’s whole family knows, and it’s humiliating but he can’t help it, needs to stay on Blaine’s good side so that at least he’ll keep it to himself.

Going to tag @daisyishedwig @esperantoauthor @blurglesmurfklaine @kurtsascot @calsvoid @fallevs and anybody else who wants to do this! (I know some of you already got tagged but I'm double tagging you because I want to and fuck the rules <3)

[floralcyanide]

⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

― ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ !

∿ sᴇʀɪᴇs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ !

― 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 ⬎

𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒. 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒: 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒: 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟: 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 (ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠): 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑥 (ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠): 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘

[chrissymunsons]

newly divorced coriolanus snow has his hands full with his little girl. he and livia are sharing custody of her and he has found himself a bit clueless when it comes to entertaining his daughter. after reading up on the benefits of starting a child’s interest in music early, he decides he’ll sign her up for some music classes. He meets up with the teacher on the first day and offends her when he asks if there are any other teachers around considering she seems a little too young for the job, but apologizes after Lucy Gray asks him to leave, saying that he’s desperate to find an activity his little girl can participate in. The first few weeks are a bit tense during the drop off and pick up times, but after staying in some lessons and careful conversations Coriolanus realizes he’s in the same boat as his daughter: smitten with Ms. Lucy Gray 🎹

[lacydoe]

Introducing: Commodus Oriole Snow!! The Snowbaird baby of the Capitol. Originally I wanted him to be born in District 12, but I thought I'd increase the tension by adding my own twist to this bad ending au. Coriolanus successfully took Lucy Gray back to the Capitol, married her and impregnated her in a matter of months—tying her down.

Nine months after their marriage, Commodus Oriole is born, he was, however, premature by two months because of Lucy Gray's malnourishment. He was usually taken care of by nannies but Lucy Gray attempted to take care of him as a way to spite Coriolanus; teaching her son how to play the guitar, how to emphasize with the districts, and how he could navigate his life by seeing the good in everyone. This was challenged by Coriolanus, of course.

(As you can see he looks just like his mama, no blonde hair/blue eyes here! But he definitely has Coriolanus's features.)

[scandalouslamb]

I saw an earlier post about Felix poisoning President Ravinstill and it somehow making things even worse.

Tentatively, I'd like to slide forward this suggestion: Felix as President. Or at least as a presidential candidate.

Except he's doing everything to slide the votes to literally anyone else. (It's not working) EVERYTHING he does to make his odds worse comically backfires and ends up endearing him even more to the citizens.

Coriolanus is fuming. None of his poison attempts are working. (Unbeknownst to him, anything poisoned ends up with Clemmie and she has no idea it's poisoned either, so she's going about her day, unbothered by the poison that she's just consumed)

Wow! This is great! It weaponizes my tendency to torture Felix for good (he gets to fail upwards)!

I just spitballed a few ideas below... Just the idea of Felix failing upward is so funny!

Hilarius and Festus fully expecting either Coriolanus or Felix's cousin to win the presidency decide to jokingly write him in as a candidate during the primaries. A lot of their former classmates decide to do this as well, because why not?

There are now three top candidates for the President of Panem.

The only other person who hates the idea of Felix becoming president in this AU more than Felix is President Ravinstill who fears that the office will take away the best parts of his nephew.

He suggest that Felix announce that any supporters he has instead vote for Felix's cousin, Marius. There's a press conference and Felix does so,

Their combined Ravinstill "luck" means that Marius sees the press conference, bursts into tears, and announces that he is actually stepping down to support his "baby cousin" whom he would now like to get to know better.

Marius and Felix's other cousin, Gnaeus, sign on as Felix's advisors and their supporters are quick to back Felix

All over the Capitol, men and women are touched by this display of familial support and maybe decide to vote Ravinstill for that reason.

(I don't think the Districts are allowed to vote for the president if we're being honest here... or maybe certain Capitolites sway those votes. Like maybe the Creeds offer food and other benefits if their candidate wins, so it incentives District 7 to vote a certain direction?)

In an effort to lose support, Felix declares that he's stopping the Hunger Games, because he hates fun (hoping to lose the younger demographic of voters who have grown up with them and love the Games). He states it was a big mistake of his Great-Uncle's administration (he's hoping to lose the traditionalist/older Ravinstill supporters.)

This starts a movement of anti-Game Capitolites who start framing the Games as childish which somehow gains a lot of traction.

His second statement actually sparks self-reflection through a sheer miracle, and older Capitolites start going "they are kind of barbaric, aren't they?"

Pres. Ravinstill would be more upset about how badly their plan to not get Felix elected is going (and also his nephew lowkey throwing shade at his administration) if Gaul five seconds away from throttling him at any given moment.

Coriolanus loses support as he built up his popularity on his Gamemaking experience

Clemensia's been getting a lot of treats lately because she's been helping Felix straighten out an ending the Games plan since it looks like he'll win.

If the Districts can vote, they definitely vote for Felix now that there is a potential end to the Games on the table.

"Here, Clemmie! You've been such a great help! Have some tea! And sweets!" "But you haven't had any? "I'll have some right after I go into the other room and read this live on TV!" "Felix, this says that District 13 is actually not destroyed, and that the government lied to everyone in order to end the war faster, leaving many in financial ruin?" "Yup. Everyone will hate this!" *the next day* Headline: District 13 Wishes to Rejoin Panem Due to the Bravery and Candor of Its Young Future President Coriolanus rips the paper.

Thanks for sending this idea! Always happy to see Felix ideas!

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tbosas/skins┊part 2

sejanus plinth as maxxie oliver

“I’m not a hobby, Coryo. You’re not taking up canoeing here."

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okay so i rewatched the bañlad of songbirds and snakes with my gf yesterday and inspiration came back for a certain wip....

some of the previous snippets ive posted: snippet 1 | snippet 2 | snippet 3

and here's a new snippet <33 tw for thg canon typical violence ig

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let the Tenth Hunger Games begin!"

The countdown begins and Buck's heart jumps in his heart, it rattles inside him with a wild, intense, terrified beat. The fear freezes him, drowns him in cold sweat as he looks around.

The arena is absolutely destroyed— just like Eddie had told him it would be. Buck's mind already starts to race, thinking about where to hide. 10 Eddie told him to just run and hide as soon as he could. Alone. Let the others kill each other in the bloodbath but something in Buck jumps in protest at the idea, the wrongness and the unfairness of it all settling deep into his bones. 9 He's been thinking about dying a lot. He's almost made peace with it— has accepted that it's something unavoidable. That he might have seconds or days, maybe a week if he's smart. But he doesn't have long, he is certain of that. 8 But Eddie's voice rings in his head, loud and demanding to be heard. He's done something dangerous and horrible, he has destroyed Buck in the slowest, most painful of tortures— Eddie has given him hope. Something that Buck's never had in his entire life but that now he can't help feeling slowly brewing inside of him, a small spark igniting in his chest. 7 Could he really win this thing? Would he even want to? 6 Are his parents watching? Do they care if he makes it out alive? If he wins? Are they on the edge of their seat, wishing they had been a little more affectionate? A little more caring? 5 Maddie's definitely watching, Buck thinks. There's no doubt about that. 4 A bead of sweat slides down his temple as he gets in position to run. Every inch of him trembling. 3 Buck draws in a shaky breath. 2 He hears the steps of the Peacekeepers— walking closer? No, that's not right. They're supposed to be leaving the arena now. 1 The gong rings out and gunshots fly through the air, taking half the tributes in a second.

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