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#𝐅𝐕𝐂𝐑𝐓𝐄. an independent & selective roleplay blog for 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 , an original character set in the 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 universe . triggering content present on this blog including violence , murder , war , struggles with mental health , and human trafficking . written by em ( pst , 25+ , she/her )

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : loss , 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 , 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 , a motherless child , 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 , parentification , 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 memories , 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 teeth , and hope 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 being stronger than 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ㅤㅤ𝐈𝐈. 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ㅤㅤ𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 & 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝐕. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒ㅤㅤ𝐕. 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfollows back from @qverdia ! other muses under the cut !

#pinned .

v1ctorytours

continued from : for @fvcrte

he could give her false assurance all he wanted but it did not make her words any less true . sabine was not built for another game and with her shot being a fifty - fifty against his sister , she was not confident there was a good way for them to end up . " that is kind of you but . . . " i am not optimistic , she aches to sign but falters . she can't even sign them like it'd somehow seal her fate . if she were to speak , her voice would be small . her eyes mist , catching the soft glimmer of the light and all she can think of is how terrified she was becoming of the quell , of everything . " i don't want you to go back either . "

fvcrte

something in colt's chest twisted at the sight of sabine , her dark eyes wet with worries he could not fix . ❛ i know . ❜ he signed . he swallowed around the knot that was building in his throat . he knew that he would be returning to the arena . even if there were a plethora of male victors to choose from he couldn't let sabine or abilene go in alone . perhaps . . . if she knew that there was a plan , would it assuage some of her worries ?

he takes her hand in his , unwilling to speak words into existence that would draw the capitol's eyes to her , and drew it close to his chest . he didn't trust these mansions , didn't trust anything that the capitol built to be without cameras or microphones , so he hid his message behind an affectionate act . ❛ i need you to trust me on this . i won't let anything happen to you . ❜ he spoke slowly . with his thumb , as though he was just holding her hand , he traced a single message against her skin :

rebellion .

#v1ctorytours #[ she discovered his one true weakness : crying ]#[ he wouldn't say anything under torture or duress but sabella or her sister getting teary would have him selling state secrets fr ]#[ i love them sm ]#tbt .#[ i'm redoing my tags don't mind me . . . ]

lo'ak : -exists- me : okay colt hoover-

#( ooc : em ) / * god is testing me and i refuse to study .#[ i am also working on redoing graphics and stuff and answering some stuff !! ]

what folklore monster are you descended from ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwerewolf !

there is a fire in your lineage that refuses to dim , no matter how tightly you try to cage it . the wolf in your blood is not chaos for its own sake - it is fierce devotion , the kind that scars . your emotions arrive like a hunt : fast , merciless , and impossible to ignore . anger is your warning signal , passion your battle cry , and beneath it all lies a bone-deep instinct to protect what is yours even at the cost of yourself . . . but this heritage carries a shadow . you fear the moment that your strength becomes too much - when your voice becomes a snarl , when your courage turns reckless , when your love becomes something sharp . loyalty , for you , is a brutal thing : a pact forged through fire , blood , and survival , not soft sentiment . you were never meant to be lukewarm . you were meant to burn , to guard , to challenge , to ache . your greatest danger and your greatest power are the same : the wild , ungovernable heart beating in your chest .

TAGGED BY : @et--circenses ! TAGGING : @v1ctorytours ( sabine , gloss , and/or cash ! ) and everyone else !

#⋮ ❛ there's no stopping a man and his foolish pride . › ( colt : headcanons )

qverdia

ooc . the concept of seeing the last 20 minutes of my least favorite hunger games movie giving me muse for abilene for the first time in a few months . i'm gonna be clearing out some stuff but if someone wants like . . . a meme or smth give this a like and i'll send you a few ?

#[ it was mockingjay in case you were wondering ]#[ also reblogging here b/c why not ]#⋮ ❛ *writing in my diary using a glitter gel pen* i am losing my sense of humanity . › ( ooc : promos )

𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝚈 / 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂

VERBAL / LINGUISTIC: enjoys writing, good at editing, avid reader, uses fancy words, enjoys word games, speaks of what they read, remembers quotes, likes puns and rhymes, enjoys foreign languages.

MUSICAL: highly auditory, can memorize songs, has good rhythm, notices off-key notes, enjoys different sounds, likes to sing, whistles or taps foot, talented with instruments, gifted at composing, sensitive to noise.

LOGICAL / MATHEMATICAL: rational, objective, good at strategy games, likes numbers, seeks precision, grasps complex data, factual, logical, good at math, appreciates science.

INTRAPERSONAL: introvert, intuitive, self-aware, spends time reflecting, likes to learn about self, philosophical, independent, enjoys journaling, works well alone, interested in self-employment.

INTERPERSONAL: extrovert, enjoys social events, loves crowds, empathetic, enjoys teaching others, has many friends, enjoys team sports, counsels others, loves meeting new people, sensitive to others.

VISUAL / SPATIAL: notices colors and shapes, can visualize anything, good at visual puzzles, enjoys geometry, loves to draw and paint, enjoys photography, appreciates books with pictures, good with directions, remembers places vividly, good at artistic composition.

BODILY / KINESTHETIC: learns by doing, well-coordinated, good with hands, enjoys sports, seeks excitement, very active, crafty, good with tools, energetic, enjoys the outdoors, athletic.

NATURALIST: notices natural patterns, learns through natural contact, upset by pollution, comfortable with animals, good at gardening, appreciates plants, appreciates scenic views, inspired by nature, enjoys outdoor activities, aware of weather changes.

TAGGED: i stole this from @brdeverdeen TAGGING: anyone !

#⋮ ❛ there's no stopping a man and his foolish pride . › ( colt : headcanons )#q .

crestallsa-deactivated20251024

❝ well, at least i’d be able to handle the heat, ❞ annie says, a faint smile on her lips. she mostly tries to hide any reaction to anything in the capitol, but that one should be safe enough. ❝ it’s hot in four too. but humid. sometimes if you get out of the house it also feels like you just showered and your clothes gets drenched. our escort won’t stop complaining about it. apparently, it always melts her makeup. ❞ you’d think the capitol would have gotten that sorted already for years by now, but iselda always ends up with mascara that needs to be redone. and fizzy hair, she says.

but then colt mentions the real reason she’s been called back, and annie freezes right up. she’s not a drinker, but holding the glass gives her a quick escape so that her reaction might get unnoticed.

she nods, staring at the blue liquid and avoiding looking at the victor’s eyes.

❝ i’m not supposed to talk about it, ❞ annie ends up responding — because it’s true. but any victor watching the footage would guess there’s no special effects at all. ❝ all i can say is that nothing’s faked at all. ❞

it’s only fair that she’d give colt a warning if his arena opens up again.

fvcrte

❛ that'd be a sight . ❜ colt's grin was impish , close to the smile all of the hoovers got when they were about to tease someone . he nudged annie's shoulder with his own , leaning down slightly so his head was a touch closer to her ear and he didn't need to speak as loudly . with his chin he gestured to a man in the crowd who threw back his head in laughter . his face was so bloated and altered from cosmetic surgeries that he barely looked human .

❛ somethin' like that ? ❜ with a quiet chuckle the man shook his head and took a deep drink of his own beverage . ❛ they're all so desperate for beauty they end up looking like damn monsters . ❜ colt was never one to hold his tongue , after all . it had been what had gotten him here , hadn't it ? he flexed his prosthetic hand and cleared his throat .

❛ guess i should consider myself lucky for all the snow . . . and for titus . ❜ he spoke quietly and looked towards his own drink . you don't have to talk about it , colt wanted to say , but the words got caught in his throat . ❛ have you had the fish shaped biscuits ? they said all that green stuff was sea weed or something . . . never had it before . what even is it ? ❜

@crestalls !

#crestalls #⋮ ❛ i may never be a rich man but i can make sure that i am free . › ( v : main )

@sarcaasmic sent , ❛ i don't want to be alone tonight . ❜

❛ i'm not known for my outstanding company . ❜ colt grumbled , though he made no move to force ellie out . his eyes , nearly as dark as the night around them , looked over to her once before flickering down to the table . ❛ you're letting all the cool air out . ❜ he waved her in and took another bite of his food to distract himself from the sour feeling that seemed to linger in his body whenever the season changed to summer .

#sarcaasmic #⋮ ❛ i may never be a rich man but i can make sure that i am free . › ( v : main )#q .

matchesburnt

closed starter for @fvcrte .

" so what is best case scenario here ? " sabine signs once abi has left the two to their own devices . with the quell coming faster and faster with each day , she knew the likelihood of one of them being called was high at best and if it was her . . . they knew how it would end . was it wrong for her to admit that she was afraid ? " i am a bad mentor and a worse tribute . "

fvcrte

❛ you're not . . . ❜ colt sighed . each day inched closer and closer to the quarter quell . there were only four victors from ten , and colt wasn't the kind who could watch them take his sister or sabine without a fight . the odds weren't exactly in their favor , were they ? colt worried his lower lip . how much could he tell her about the rumors he'd been told the last time he went to the capitol ? ❛ i won't let them win , ❜ he signed back . ❛ i won't let anything happen to you , sabine . ❜

#matchesburnt #⋮ ❛ they taught me how to howl and how to bear my teeth and growl . › ( v : quarter quell )#q .

1anonyymous1

nobody is coming to save you. get up

#⋮ ❛ they were quick to recognize the devil in me . › ( colt : self )#q .

4lexnilsen

there’s a knot in alex’s throat, the size of a fist, and colt’s words only serve to tighten it. the quiet between them stretches as he struggles to find his voice, heavy but not necessarily uncomfortable. grief certainly has a way of filling up every inch of a room. “i do that, too. still haven’t figured out which fate would be kinder,” he says eventually, lowering his gaze and poking a single piece of carrot floating in his bowl. “if she’s dead, did she suffer? if she’s alive, what are they doing to her?” torturing her, surely. “sometimes i think it’s selfish of me to hope she’s still alive.” a quick death would be a mercy, they all know it even if neither has the guts to admit it. a shiver races down his spine and he lets out a shaky breath, then looks at the dark-haired man again. he’s all sharp edges, but alex can see a glimpse of something in his eyes. the same helpless devotion. the same fury at the universe. the same desperate love. they have more in common than they’re willing to admit.

“if the roles were reversed, she’d be tearing the world apart for us. i just hate how,” his voice breaks and he has to feign a coughing fit to try and conceal the emotion that’s taking over, “we’re sitting here, doing nothing.” they should be out there, searching for her. he drops the spoon again. he has to stop pretending he’s even hungry. “brutus and enobaria?” the blond echoes, suddenly feeling nauseous. he leans back in his chair, closes his eyes and rubs his temples, hoping the thundering pain will eventually go away. “we need to do something. if i spend one more day, sitting and waiting and praying for a miracle, i’ll end up in a straight jacket in some padded room.”

fvcrte

colt tore off a chunk of his bread , dipped it into the soup , and continued to eat . he wasn't sure why or how he could eat when his stomach was churning with worry and anger . he convinced himself that he needed a full belly to think straight , but maybe it was because an empty belly reminded him too much of growing up . he looked back up to alex who had put his spoon down , his soup untouched , and colt's jaw set again .

❛ she isn't important enough . ❜ colt spoke quietly and let his eyes wander towards the crowds of people eating at their own tables . some rebel army they were , he wanted to spit , eating well and warm and safe while the real rebels fought . ❛ not to the rebellion . i mean think about it . abi , johanna , enobaria , peeta , and annie are all somewhere in the capitol . at least peeta and annie are . ❜ colt counted on his fingers all of the rebel captives from the arena and then tore off another chunk of bread . ❛ they'd have to figure out some way to sneak in , to find them , to get them here . . . if they aren't gonna try for peeta . . . ❜

there was a damp feeling beneath colt's eyes and the knot that grew in his throat threatened to cut off his air . colt wiped at his eyes with his hand and tried to clear his throat . his words wouldn't come out for a while , not without the slightest of tremble in his lower lip and then his own stomach became too sour for any more food .

❛ abi used to take care of all of us . ❜ colt's voice was quiet and rough . when their father shut down and colt wrestled with his rage it was abilene who took care of them all . it wasn't right , it wasn't fair , but that was who she was . she'd sacrifice herself for the few of them lucky enough to earn a spot in her heart . maybe that was what hurt the most . he was the one who deserved whatever had happened to her , she should be sitting here dressed in gray with a bowl of soup in front of her . ❛ maybe finnick or katniss have an idea to try ? ❜

#4lexnilsen #⋮ ❛ i may never be a rich man but i can make sure that i am free . › ( v : main )#[ boys pls just hug it out ]

4lexnilsen

alex picks up his gaze from whatever the suspicious substance in his bowl is and looks at colt, studying his expression for a moment before coming to the conclusion that they aren’t so different after all. they’re both worried sick, but trying real hard not to let their true emotions shine through these carefully crafted facades. “hm?” the blond lifts an eyebrow, clearly not expecting the other to sit at the same table, but knowing it’s not a good enough reason to start another brawl. he doesn’t have the energy for that now. the cheekbone under his left eye is still swollen. at least his lip’s finally stopped bleeding. he figures they’re even, taking note of colt’s jaw.

the question has him putting his own spoon down, looking away from the dark-haired man, shoulders itching to shrug or say something sarcastic like do i look like a fortune teller? “i hope so,” he says instead, sinking his teeth into his injured lip out of habit and flinching. “i have to believe they’re still alive or i’ll go insane. what do you think?” he turns the question back on colt. there’s little love between the two, but the tension’s mostly evaporated. they can sit at the same table now. abi would be so proud of them if she could see them. “i didn’t. we got separated.” but the cannon didn’t go off. she must be alive. “they didn’t show that bit on the TV?”

fvcrte

dark eyes flicked towards alex when the other man looked away from him . he took a moment to really look at the other man . blue eyes , tall , shy . . . but he wasn't a coward , nor was he weak . colt wasn't sure what had drawn his sister to the man in front of him , but he could tell how much she loved him . like it or not , alex was near the only man who could understand what colt was going through and vise versa . they needed each other .

❛ i go insane thinking she's dead . i go insane wondering what's happening to her if she's alive . ❜ colt shrugged and forced himself to take another bite of whatever soup was being served for dinner . ❛ some nights i wonder which would be worse , and most days i can't decide . ❜

colt's eyes moved to one of the large television screens hanging from the ceiling as it flickered to life . one of the men in distict thirteen , colt had a hard time telling them apart with the uniforms , was discussing current events in panem . colt rolled his eyes and brought his gaze back to his tray . ❛ brutus and enobaria were chasing them , then it went to katniss . after she shot that arrow the screens all went black . ❜

#4lexnilsen #tbt .#[ fr like ]#[ just say you're worried like a normal person my dudes ]