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Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Daughter of smoke and bone by Laini Taylor (via whykhan)

Songs from District 4 - An instrumental mix for Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta.

i. the pier - rachel portman // ii. your hand in mine - explosions in the sky // iii. bowsprit - balmorhea // iv. i need you - james newton howard // v. the ash is in our clothes - sleeping at last // vi. unseen tides - rachel portman // vii. a quarter quell - james newton howard // viii. the lovers dreaming - max richter // ix. leaving her - rob simonsen // x. ark ascending - ursine vulpine // xi. truth - balmorhea // xii. this place is shelter - olafur arnalds // xiii. in the next life - gothic storm

#this is so pretty

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{ψ} Finnick sighed, shaking his head as he walked to his drug cabinet. He pulled out his syringes, out of sight of Flint, and filled one with a heavy sedative. Sometimes, Mixxie used it when Finnick had been pumped full of too many drugs to sleep. The sedative would knock him out nearly instantly, and was so heavy that it required another syringe to wake him up. Finnick hated his escort’s drugs, but this was one time they were going to useful and good. “You’re gonna hate me for this, but I don’t care,” Finnick said, sticking the syringe into the side of Flint’s neck before the Avox could see the needle or fight him away.

avoxvictor

Hate him? That didn't make any sense. Why would he hate Finnick for any reason? Moving to turn his head and look at the other Victor, there was suddenly a syringe being pushed into his neck. Eyes widened a fraction of an inch in surprise. What was Finnick doing? What if someone found him here? Shit, shit, this was bad. This was so bad. But then he found his eyes starting to drift shut. Trying to fight it seemed to be useless but he did anyways, fighting to keep his eyes open. One last betrayed look was shot Finnick's way as his body went limp against the bed and his eyes slid shut.

#sweetxslavery #v: enslaved #shall we timeskip to Finnick waking him up?

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sleep;; dream of rest || finnick+flint

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{ψ} Finnick smirked, continuing on with his makeup. By the time he was finished, his pallor was tan and bronze once again. He looked like he’d just climbed from the waters of District 4— or at least he did to someone who’d never been to Four. Finnick knew what he really looked like back home, and this wasn’t it. He stood up, spraying and rubbing on some faintly golden body glitter, just enough to make his body shine a bit. He remembered the necklace around his neck— a gift from Annie— and removed it, tucking it into a shell-encrusted box in his dressing table drawer sadly.

His hand rested on the box for a few moments. It was almost as if he could forego the inevitable if he never let go of that little piece from home— that little piece of his heart, his Annie. But that was a child’s dream, one Finnick could never indulge. He’d stopped trying long ago. Victors and whores couldn’t afford to be children.

“How do I look? Desirable enough?" He signed, flashing a fake smile, and mockingly spreading his arms wide when all he wanted to do was cover up his scantily-clad body.

avoxvictor

It would be a lie to say that seeing his friend like this didn't hurt. Seeing him cake on makeup to liven up his skin, forcing his eyes to be bright and cheerful. And then people filtering in and out and using him like some sort of toy, a plaything for them. Like he didn't have feelings. Like he couldn't be hurt and scared and tired and alive, goddammit. It was sick. Disgusting. And the fact the citizens who took advantage of his position couldn't see that, didn't notice that, it was beyond Flint. How could they not notice?

After a moment he gave a tight nod and pursed his lips into something that sort of resembled a smile. "Sure. Come on, go lay down for a bit before she gets here. I'll wait by the elevator and tell you when she'd on her way up, alright?" There was no way Finnick wasn't getting some rest. Maybe not even sleep, but he just needed to take a quick break, even if it was only five minutes long.

#sweetxslavery #v: enslaved

quiteastretch-blog

”Better. Now, I have a job for you if you can stay on your feet long enough to complete it. I need you and your colleagues to keep any and all alcohol out of the penthouse. I won’t allow Haymitch to consume another drop under my watch. The children need him.”

avoxvictor

[he can't exactly refuse, and wouldn't want to even if he could. flint agrees that the other victor's drinking habits will be of little help to the double victors in the upcoming games. a slow nod is his response.]

#xgoldxn #works perfectly fine!#v: enslaved

poisson-julie

#looks

aseaofquotes

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

#musings

themedaskmemes

THEME: THE PROPOSAL

“I need the shirt off your back. Literally.”

“Did you call, um … What’s her name?”

“If I want your praise, I will ask for it.”

“Have you told your parents?”

“ I am pretty sure that you have a tattoo.”

“Oh my God, what is that?”

“Why are you out of breath?”

“I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab.”

“You know I can’t swim!”

“Would you please, with cherries on top, marry me?”

“Congratulations. I’m a hundred years old.”

“You can do this, but that would require you to stop snacking on children while they dream.”

“If you touch my ass one more time I will cut your balls off in your sleep, okay?”

“What, are you, like, 13?”

“Am I the only one not getting this?”

“Don’t make me call your mother!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t possibly drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled, that would be pathetic.”

“Why aren’t you taking notes?”

#ask memes

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sleep;; dream of rest || finnick+flint

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{ψ} Finnick raised an eyebrow teasingly, despite the weariness in his eyes— the drugs would kick in soon and banish that, thank God. He was busy coating his fingers in cologne, so he didn’t sign. “You wanna help me do my makeup? I didn’t think we were ready to cross that line yet… But, then again, you have seen me naked, so…” He winked at Flint in the mirror, dabbing the cologne on his neck.

avoxvictor

Flint rolled his eyes a bit at the other, giving a half-shrug. He honestly just wanted to help Finnick get ready as quickly as possible so he could force him to nap on the couch. Now that he thought about it it was a pretty stupid thing to offer help with, seeing as Finnick had been doing his own makeup for years with no problem and it would be pretty difficult for two people to do it and once, but...still.

#sweetxslavery #v: enslaved

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open your mouth || finnick+flint

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{ψ} “You’re welcome,” Finnick signed back, nodding and smiling. It felt nice to help Flint, someone who was always sacrificing his energy and time to help Finnick. It felt nice to behave as a capable man should behave, not a filthy, torn-to-pieces whore. “It’s clear, so no one’ll know you’re wearing it, and the smell fades after awhile."

avoxvictor

The smile on Finnick's face had him smiling back, nodding a little bit and setting the little canister of gel down. It still hurt but at least no one would see the bruise and ask about it or poke at it, in typical Capitol fashion of sticking your nose in everything and anything in a loud and boisterous fashion.

#sweetxslavery #v: enslaved

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{ψ} “Flint… You’ve gotta sleep,” Finnick said gently, crossing his arms over his chest. He could feel the blood on his hands staining his clothes, but he didn’t care. “You’re not gonna bleed out anymore with the salve coating the wounds, but you’re not gonna heal right if you don’t rest.”

avoxvictor

And those were his own words, turned back around on him. But he couldn't rest, not for long. Someone, somewhere, would notice he was missing and come looking for him and if they found him here both of them would get in a huge amount of trouble. Flint didn't even want to think about what would happen. If it was just him on the line, he'd consider it, but Finnick...he couldn't let anything happen to Finnick due to him trying to help. So he shook his head a little bit and kept his eyes open.

#sweetxslavery