Would anyone read a fanfic like this? it’s a hunger games au, where instead of holding actual hunger games, the capitol tries to keep morale up by scouting talented young musicians and having them compete as idols in a massive, Eurovision style tournament. Peeta’s family never approved of his musical talent, so he put his name in the pool in secret. Katniss never really considered music, she was too busy keeping her famil-y afloat, but she put her name in a few times in exchange for food. The reaping in this world is actually desirable, after all, what kid doesn’t want to be a star? This story would be a lighter commentary on the music industry, and have more of a lighthearted feel. Nobody dies, they just get sent home.
oh my god that sounds amazinggggggg
put it on wattpad:p
It’s on there, at least the first bit of the first chapter. My profile is thefrienchiestfry
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
Male: 12 PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
You may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" You may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right, am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "My God, what have I done?"
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down Letting the days go by, water flowing underground Into the blue again, after the money's gone Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
Hello, mortals, it is I. You see, I have bested your little game, for after what feels like years if not decades of contemplation and cold, hard thought, I have come up with a strategy that will allow me to best your pitiful game once and for all, You see, the reason I have won is deceptively simple, yet layered with such multidimensional intricacy that only the bravest adventurers dare contemplate it. Let me explain. Victory in this so-called “last comment wins” game is not determined by who posts last in linear time, for time—much like your arguments—is a social construct. Rather, victory is dictated by the perception of finality, the intentionality of the post, and the metaphysical echo it leaves in the soul of the thread.
I have posted not merely to be last, but to become last. To inhabit the conceptual space of “lastness” so completely that any subsequent post exists only as a reaction to mine, thus ceding narrative primacy and metaphysical authority.
My post is the event horizon—you may post after it, but you cannot escape its gravitational pull. Any rebuttal spirals inward, feeding its inevitability.
Consider: if every comment after mine must reference me, attempt to contradict me, or even assert that I am not last—then my presence has infiltrated the causal chain of every post that follows. Thus, I am the unmoved mover, the Aristotelian Prime Post-er.
You may type after me, but you are no longer playing the game. You are participating in my victory.
Moreover, let us introduce a fourth-dimensional argument: in the timeline where you believe you win, your win is only necessary as a foil to my win in the superior timeline—thus reinforcing the multiversal dominance of my comment. It is Schrödinger’s post: simultaneously final and unchallengeable across all possible comment realities.
And so, by the transitive property of existential anchoring, coupled with the axiomatic collapse of oppositional intent into reflexive commentary, it is clear:
I have won.
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Three frogs in a trench coat, living north of the border.
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Ao3 is better. Better tagging dystem
Blop
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
Male: 12 PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Are you on Lord’s Rest Inn?
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
hands off gabriela gabriela
hands off gabriela-la-la-la
I don't walk paths - I burn them. No allies, no rivals. Just me, my will, and the silence of those who couldn’t keep up. I am the consequence.
Awooo🐺💔⛓️🥀🖤🪫
Architecture is art that follows physics.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I detect a faint taste of B O Y A
(Grabs you and shakes you violently)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
eskibidi
I don't walk paths - I burn them. No allies, no rivals. Just me, my will, and the silence of those who couldn’t keep up. I am the consequence.
Awooo🐺💔⛓️🥀🖤🪫
(Illusion disappears)
A taste of what? And in the air? Do you have snake tongue?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
(Forcibly reappears illusion)
Maaaaaybe...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
No, I mean what is B O Y A?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Boya doesn't mean anything. Don't worry so much about it, boya.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Would anyone like to roleplay anywhere?
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Okay.
(Illusion turns into a thousand bats)
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
How about bofa
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
If yo’re a fan of danganronpa, watch ts. You won’t be disappointed-intes
https://youtu.be/w_heFcKLH8g?si=EBl42VdMErvg9mVh
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
oh my gawd
dont you know that im a savage?
I don't walk paths - I burn them. No allies, no rivals. Just me, my will, and the silence of those who couldn’t keep up. I am the consequence.
Awooo🐺💔⛓️🥀🖤🪫
You seem to been repeating this
You may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?"
You may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself, "Am I right, am I wrong?"
And you may say to yourself, "My God, what have I done?"
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
eskibiddddddiiiii
I don't walk paths - I burn them. No allies, no rivals. Just me, my will, and the silence of those who couldn’t keep up. I am the consequence.
Awooo🐺💔⛓️🥀🖤🪫
Hello, mortals, it is I. You see, I have bested your little game, for after what feels like years if not decades of contemplation and cold, hard thought, I have come up with a strategy that will allow me to best your pitiful game once and for all, You see, the reason I have won is deceptively simple, yet layered with such multidimensional intricacy that only the bravest adventurers dare contemplate it. Let me explain. Victory in this so-called “last comment wins” game is not determined by who posts last in linear time, for time—much like your arguments—is a social construct. Rather, victory is dictated by the perception of finality, the intentionality of the post, and the metaphysical echo it leaves in the soul of the thread.
I have posted not merely to be last, but to become last. To inhabit the conceptual space of “lastness” so completely that any subsequent post exists only as a reaction to mine, thus ceding narrative primacy and metaphysical authority.
My post is the event horizon—you may post after it, but you cannot escape its gravitational pull. Any rebuttal spirals inward, feeding its inevitability.
Consider: if every comment after mine must reference me, attempt to contradict me, or even assert that I am not last—then my presence has infiltrated the causal chain of every post that follows. Thus, I am the unmoved mover, the Aristotelian Prime Post-er.
You may type after me, but you are no longer playing the game. You are participating in my victory.
Moreover, let us introduce a fourth-dimensional argument: in the timeline where you believe you win, your win is only necessary as a foil to my win in the superior timeline—thus reinforcing the multiversal dominance of my comment. It is Schrödinger’s post: simultaneously final and unchallengeable across all possible comment realities.
And so, by the transitive property of existential anchoring, coupled with the axiomatic collapse of oppositional intent into reflexive commentary, it is clear:
I have won.
Three frogs in a trench coat, living north of the border.