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HungerGamesStuck p.1

!!tw: selfharm!! AGES Albert is 15, Wally 16, Kaia Gerda and Jack 17, Vernon 18.

The plan has been developed, the decision has been made. The gun on Vernon, who came to the Games with Kaia, thundered yesterday. There were five left in the Arena - they and Jack Noir. They will go out in the morning and meet him in the forest square to the west of their square, and then everything will be decided.

- Eat up, - Gerda pushed a plate of impromptu soup to the boys, - Tomorrow afternoon, this will not be useful to anyone.

Wally looked up at her in question, and the girl shook her head, well fed.

Dinner was completed in silence, but as the party got ready to go to bed, Kaia stood up.

- After Jack's death, we may have to fight each other, - she glanced around her friends, addressing each individually and to everyone at the same time, - Let this be a fair fight.

- Fair fight, - agreed Albert.

- Fair fight, - nodded Gerda.

- Fair, - Wally whispered.

They nestled in a nest of sleeping bags and backpacks, erasing the map of the Arena Wally had drawn a couple of hours before. A chess field, where instead of black and white cells there is forest and desert. The desert is dangerous - it is difficult to get food and it is easy to suffocate in the sands, but the forest, full of poisonous insects and predators, albeit small ones, animals and tributes, is no less dangerous. Now there are no tributes left.

Wally would very much like his hands not to tremble, but Gerda, falling asleep, hugs him from behind and squeezes his palm with hers - with the other hand, squeezing the hilt of the sword. Bert and Kaia settle down next to each other, and no one can tell which of the four fell asleep last.

Wally is awakened by Kaia 's scream. Gerda and Albert are on their feet, Gerda is swinging, and Albert is hastily looking for his quiver of arrows. A little further away lies Kaia, over which a dark figure towers. Wally jumps up and grabs a spear, knowing for sure that he will not have a fair fight.

It doesn't cost Jack anything to fight off the three of them, but still they push him out into the desert. All eyes are on Noir, weapons out. Albert manages to stab Jack in the shoulder before he spins around and decapitates him. Blood is pouring onto the sand, and Wally is suddenly unaware of what is happening. His ears are ringing, his feet are chained to the ground, and for a second he is three days in the past. It's easy for Jack to kill, then and now. Instead of the bodies of seven guys, Wally should have been lying on that piece of land . Instead of Bert, Wally should be lying now. Jack deprives him of everyone he gets close to, but this will not last forever - soon Jack will take his life and himself.

Gerda flies into him, and they both fall to the ground. Wally grabs a spear and the sword strikes him. Noir pushes harder, swinging his sword around, but Wally somehow keeps the point from touching his face. His hands are shaking and he's about to lower his spear, but Gerda attacking Noir and Wally jumps to his feet. It doesn't last long. Before he can react, Noir's sword flies into his stomach. Wally opens his mouth helplessly, unable to even scream in pain, and falls to the ground. It hurts even to breathe, but he can still see.

Gerda reaches for him, but stops, knowing that she must not be distracted from Noir. They stand opposite each other, breathing heavily, and each of them at this moment focuses all of himself in the battle. Wally can see their swords meet, dodge and charge at each other. He never thought that an ordinary resident of the district could wield a sword so well. They don't need shields and they don't need armor, they have torn clothes from the beginning of the Game and an artificial desert under their feet. And the desire to win. But Gerda wants not only to win - Gerda wants revenge.

The blood from Jack's left arm continues to flow, and it becomes more difficult for him to dodge blows. Gerda breathes with a whistle, but still stands firmly on her feet. Darkness rolls over Wally in waves, and they turn into a pair of whirlwinds for him.

Gerda puts her hand on the wound under the collarbone, Jack's face is covered with blood. And yet they keep on and on fighting like it's going to last forever. But with another maneuver, Noir's sword is between her ribs, and she reaches forward, stabbing him in the throat. They fall on the sand at the same time. No one counts, but the cannon rumbles in four seconds.

With the last of her strength, Gerda crawls up to Wally.

- I'm here, - she whispers, laying down beside him - It's all right, I'm there.

Wally opens his eyes. He would have felt for her with his hand if even the slightest movement had not brought him terrible pain. He is even a little sorry that the last time Gerda sees him like this - helpless, weak, with a path of blood from his lips to his chin. But still, she sees him. Wally isn't even sure that Jack actually died, but he heard the cannon, which means the stewards thought it happened. So Gerda will return home, and he will finally stand in the place where he should have been. No more mistakes, no more killings, no more hunger and no more thirst.

Lord, how I want to drink.

- How are you? - he asks with his lips. Gerda does not answer, only gropes his shoulder with her fingers and squeezes lightly. Wally so desperately doesn't want to think that she can last no longer than him.

- I have a book at home, - Gerda suddenly whispers. - About a girl traveling in space. I want to open it now.

- A letter from the space.

- Yes, - Gerda agrees, - Letter.

It seems to him that he is about to fall asleep, but he wants to spend a little more time with a friend.

- When you're in Ninth, tell my family that I love them, - he chokes out. Saying such a long sentence is now as hard as running a kilometer in the desert.

- And you are mine.

- I'll tell them.

He promises, and yet he finds her hand with his fingers. With another flash of pain, the light before his eyes fades completely.

Wally wakes up in a room with greyish walls and a transparent door.

Dear viewers, please welcome the victor of the thirty-seventh Hunger Games, Walter Valiant of District Nine!

He didn't even have scars. Sometimes Wally wants to scratch his stomach to leave a reminder of what he went through. He walks down the corridors where twenty-three other teenagers walked until recently, and reporters fly at him with cameras and a bunch of prepared questions. Wally doesn't tell them anything. Even when he arrives home and finds himself in the arms of his parents and two cousins, he is silent and does not look into their eyes. They move to the Victory Village, but Wally still feels like he's still in the Arena. One day, he scrawls “ I’m still there ” on the wall, and the mentor who comes to visit him says that this is normal.

And then the Victory tour begins.

All this seems for Wally a little absurd. He is the last tribute who deserved to win. He led a squad into battle, and Jack Noir killed them all. Except him, and he'll probably never know why. Jack Noir killed Kaia, Albert and Gerda. Wally thinks that one day Jack Noir will kill him too.

The tour starts from the District One. In all this time, Wally never said a word, and his speech is recorded in advance, leaving him to simply open his mouth into the microphone. He enters the stage, and immediately meets the eyes of the people sitting in the front row. “ Your style… retained some expressions… no one can tell the difference…” He looks at families who have lost their children and pretends to speak.

On the right are the girl's parents. Wally hardly crossed paths with her, but her squadmates said that she was incredibly agile. And quite smart, which is unusual for the One. Left: Noir. A man and a woman, judging by the expression on their faces, ready to faint. Either out of grief or out of anger. Next to him is a thin, serious young man, over whose shoulder every now and then a boy climbs, obviously not grown up to twelve years old. Wally thinks they saw everything Jack did on TV. But he doesn't care what they think about it. He wants to just end his fake performance and walk away before he forgets how to breathe at the look in Jack`s fathers equally gray eyes. All these people counted on the victory of their children. Wally understands them - he also counted on it.

He repeats "his" speech almost word for word several times. Worthy rivals… condolences to the family… He moves his jaw, perfectly falling into the memorized lines, and then, in the train compartment, scratches his forearms until they bleed, because this is all his mistake. And in a dream, Jack Noir invariably comes to him.

They arrive at the Eighth. Wally is wearing a long-sleeved tunic, and he is grateful for the chilly weather for keeping suspicion away from him. He looks at one of the families in the front row and realizes that they are hopeful. They know that he was a friend of Gerda and hope he has something important to say. Wally looks at them, swallowing hard, and takes a step back. He catches his breath and freezes for a second. Lines written in advance fly past the ears, Wally forgets to pretend it's him. He promised Gerda that he would pass on her words to her family. He promised he would, and now he can't make a sound out of himself, and he has absolutely nothing to help them, because he can no longer speak on his own.

Wally starts shaking and he moves further back into the stage as the audience begins to commotion: everyone has already realized that he was not the one who spoke. All those beautiful words were written beforehand, no one really cared to offer condolences to the families of the dead tributes . It's all just staging. Wally hears the command "Turn off the air" and runs away.

He climbs into the first box he comes across and sits there, imagining that he is in an impregnable fortress, while confusion is going on around him. When the voices stop ringing in your ears, Wally gets out and looks around. He did not have time to run far - there is a table nearby, on it is paper with, it seems, some kind of program. He grabs the sheet and frantically searches for something to write. Almost determined to write the note in his own blood, he finally finds a pencil. "GERDA SAID SHE LOVES YOU," he concludes. And rushes out into the street, to where the spectators were sitting, hoping that Peregrine Seniors had not left yet. Wally nearly bumps into them in the crowd leaving the square, shoves the note into Gerda's father's hand and runs back.

The escort catches him and puts him in the car. Wally is being scolded for ruining the whole tour and running off to who knows where without warning anyone, but he doesn't care - he finally did something right.

pm timeline

I’ve been sketching Sburb people a lot lately (midnight crew, the felt, the exiles) i find them really facinating and i felt like finishing this one

I feel like since the game folks never speak directly with anyone (as in, speaking in textbox with any player instead of the “you do this, you go there” dinamic) we kinda forget they’re normal people.  I love the lore around the carapace and i really want to explore more about them in the csau epiloge

Ты - ночной кошмар, что летит на крыльях ночи.

Тебя тянет ко мне, а меня к тебе - не очень.

that one scene in collide

happy 'newgrounds got fucking obliterated' day [just like the beta universes]

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[blood / stabbing after cut]

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antennae!!

i think that wayward vagabond should legally be allowed to go feral and rabid if he wanted to

[au exile stuff for my own self indulgence]

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i also give you a god-tier pm bcause I wanted to put her in a separate post,

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another collection of homestuck doodles that I never posted, mostly au stuff lol

[Alt text is added to all of them, please let me know if I need to adjust any of the descriptions]

A lovely reunion

@you-hate-time-travel you have NO idea how much your post has been haunting me

they remind me of eachother

WE DID IT

Overworked Blorbo Battle Final Poll!

[S] Peregrine Mendicant. Destroy The Cabbage Cart.

Overworked Blorbo Battle Round 4 Poll: 8

spadeses and such

PM: Greetings. Don't I know you?

Jade:

more of this weird gross thing you all like

more of this weird gross thing you all like