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𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. The Hunger Games RP Coal Miner, from District 12. Layout filter by Bobbisbird • layout by twacoveys • Parody • Potential Triggering Content

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𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 12

“𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾.” 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄
𝖱𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅 𝖲𝖼𝗎𝗆.
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𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌.
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A minute from home but I feel so far from it
The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin
It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again
The things that I lost here, the people I knew
They got me surrounded for a mile or two

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 22

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Forge Wellbrook

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Forge Wellbrook

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a list of songs and
lyrics that describe forge.

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— Yell, curse, swing if you need to. I’m here, Bonny, Hell who knows, if I hadn’t dragged your ass out of town, maybe you’d have been able to save your mama.”

He stood there, ready for whatever it was she was gonna give.

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

—“Come on,” he growled, daring her. “You think bottling it up is strength? It’s not. It’s poison. You’re not dishonoring Koltin or your brother by just taking every punch they throw.

They’d hate this, seeing you choke on it. So take it out on me. Right now.—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— before the Games stole her brother, then Koltin, then everything else. But he pushed it down. This was about her rage, her survival. He spread his arms slightly, offering himself as a target, his face hard with the same stubborn grit Koltin once had.—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— were fragile might set her off, hell even he wanted to punch himself for even saying it.

Forge stepped closer, close enough to see the tremble in her jaw, the fury and fear warring in her eyes. His heart ached for her, for the girl she’d been—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— at your brother for not making it, maybe even at me for standing here when they’re gone. So scream it, hit me, do something. I can take it. I’m not them, I’m not fragile, and I’m not leaving you out here to rot in this.”

He knew the insulting suggestion that Koltin and Her brother—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— Forge’s chest tightened, thinking of Koltin’s grin, his brother’s fire, and the way Bonny had loved him. And now she was fighting to keep the pieces together.

“Let it out, Bonny,” he pressed, his voice rising, a challenge. “You’re mad, at the Capitol, at the Games, at Koltin for dying,—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— He stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on hers, unyielding. The ground between them was a graveyard of memories; Koltin’s last stand in the arena, her brother’s blood on the sand a year earlier, the bombs that erased their home.—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

— Your brother, Koltin, your mom, District 12, all of it’s tearing you apart. I see it, the anger you’re swallowing. The Capitol took them, and you’re acting like you can just hold it in, like it won’t burn you from the inside out. You’re pissed, and you should be. So stop hiding it.”—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

—And now her mother and her home were gone. Forge felt it too—the ache of his family’s absence, the ghost of his brother in every mirror, but Bonny was drowning, and he couldn’t let her sink

“Bonny,” he said, his voice low, cutting through the wind like a hammer on steel. “You’re carrying too much—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

—and Forge, with his steady resolve, saw the anger she buried deep. It was in the way her fingers clutched the ring, the way her breath shook, the way she stood like she might shatter.

Koltin’s death had broken her, but losing her brother in the Games the year before had cracked her foundation.—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · May 15

The losses stacked like stones on their shoulders, and Forge could see Bonny buckling under the weight. He watched her, the girl who’d once been a spark in District 12, now an ember struggling to burn.

Her grief was a storm, wild and suppressed,—

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— still at a steep price.

“Holy hell this is good.” He said mouth still full.

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

Forge caught the apple with a smirk, “Hey don’t hate handsome guys, we can’t help we born so good looking.” He said biting into the fruit. It was then he had realized how long it had been since he had eaten fruit so fresh, most people in the seam tended to get the nearly spoiled cast offs —

Alessia Plinth @damagedoutsider.bsky.social · Apr 15

“Twelve is going to be on level 2, it’s two down from the main level. Take the elevator down and Haymitch is down there with rooming assignments. I’d be as quick as you can tho; he’s needed for the debrief soon.”

She smiled and tossed the kid an apple. “Yeah, the annoyingly good looking one.”

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 15

“Honestly we just need to know where to go, we’ve been on our feet for a few days now.” He told her.

The refugees knew they had to stay on the move, otherwise they could have been rounded up in the aftermath.

“Finnick, that’s one of the previous victors yeah?”

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

—“You were going to marry him, you were going to be my family, and you still are as far as I’m concerned. So I’m gonna protect you, even if you hate me for it.”

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

—You’re still Bonny Sky, the Covey girl who outran Peacekeepers at fourteen, who made Koltin laugh so hard he cried, who—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Who my brother loved more than anything in this world.”—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

—The Hunger Games, the bombing of 12, the sterile walls of 13—they’d carved them into something harder, something jagged.

“You’re not me.” he said fiercely, his voice rising despite himself. “You’re standing here, breathing, fighting, even if you don’t feel it.—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

—not when she needed him to be steady against the storm of her emotions.

Forge fought the urge to pull her into his arms, like he had when that reaping day changed their lives forever. But they weren’t those kids anymore.—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

—“You’re not wrong,” he admitted, his jaw tight. “I shut down. And it was a mistake. It didn’t bring Koltin back.Or my Ma, it didn’t hurt the Capitol. It just… let them win a little more.” His voice cracked, and he cursed himself for it. He wasn’t supposed to break, not now,—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

— not like you, and not like Koltin was with you.” He stepped closer, the leaves crushing beneath his boots, close enough to see the way her fingers trembled around the ring. Her grief was a living thing, a melody of pain that threatened to consume her, and Forge felt the weight of it in his bones—

𝖥𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖤 𝖶𝖤𝖫𝖫𝖡𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖪 @forgedfromgrief.bsky.social · Apr 16

—not when her heart made her feel everything so deeply, so dangerously.

“Bonny Sky,” he said, his voice low, steady, though it carried the weight of their shared scars. “I didn’t speak because I had no words. I was drowning, same as you are now. But I had never really been alive in the first place—