forum ame’s art and writing dump (or: ame’s one and only coping mechanism)
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@the-void-galactic language

Oops I’ve not written at all. But I did art so you do get food today
My brain does this funny thing where it cycles through writing brain, art brain, and absolutely nothing brain 😔
Anyway
Imagine having an art style, couldn’t be me

@the-void-galactic language

AUGH this is short af but hey!!! Here’s some content for the Hunger Games AU!!! Finally!!!!
Resh is just being an anxiety friend don’t mind him
I have figured out that I want this AU to be largely centered around Apollo and Resh so most of the thingies for this are gonna be from their POVs and I’m not sorry


July 4, 2306
The Capitol Train

Resh was in his compartment on the train, laying on his bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. His outward appearance showed no sign of the small panic that he was having at that moment. He repeatedly tapped each of his fingers with his thumb, hoping that the repetition would calm him and that the focus needed to do it would distract him from his own thoughts. Of course, it didn’t work very well.

He was scared, for the first time in a long time. He wasn’t scared of dying, he was perfectly okay with that. What he didn’t like about his inevitable death was that he would be leaving his friends behind. They had each other, of course, but that still worried him.

. . . And maybe, he wasn’t quite ready for his life to end. That was reasonable, right?

Maybe whatever was at the Capitol would distract him. The thought of it sickened him. All those celebrations, for a live broadcast of kids slaughtering each other. How fitting for the Capitol. He heard Camelia rambling about it a while ago, but he was barely listening.

Now he wished he had listened. Whatever festivities they had planned were sure to be loud and crowded. And those two things did not mix well with Resh. It wouldn’t be a very good first impression to have a panic attack in front of everybody before the Games were even close to starting.

Resh groaned and sat up, burying his face in his hands. This was going to be a long two weeks at the Capitol.


Very tiny 😔. Also I’m really wishing I could add some ghostie and p characters rn but all the tributes already exist, sob. Whatever I’ll write some shit about them later. Yeah I write fanfic now oopsies