Hi! My name is Valentine/Val or Fxm (pronounced like Fem) *not my irl name*
• age: [ 18 ]
• pronouns: [ He/Him + They/Them preferred but any are okay (genderfluid) ]
• How to refer to me: [ Gender neutral or masc terms preferred ]
• Sexuality: [ Queer ]
• Relationship status: [ Taken! 💙 ]
• other random things: [ EST time zone ]
✧ interests & fandoms ✧
• fandoms i’m into: [ The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, American Horror Story, TADC, Beastars, and many more but these are my current favorites ]
• favorite characters: [ Minho, Newt, Finnick, Maysilee, Ampert, Jack Merridew, Gangle, Madison Montgomery, Bubble, Mr. March, Countess, Melon ]
• ships i like: [ Everlark, HayDove, Hayffie (only in the movies, not the books.), Polysaja, Polytrix, my own oc ships, Gangle x Zooble, Funnydoll, Zoey x Madison ]
• things i post/reblog: [ My friend @vexinghearts posts, might reblog things I agree with, I get nervous to reblog peoples’ posts otherwise I’d reblog tmr, fanart, thg, stuff like that - I’ll mostly be posting my own art, oc related content, and silly CapCut memes ]
• Likes: [ Forensic science, anatomy, drawing, ocs, roleplaying, 420 🍃, French fries, creating character lore, making character designs, nail art, cats, reading, dystopians, making bracelets, yapping, napping, dark and flirty/freaky humor, calico critters, paranormal stuff, demonology and flee the facility (Roblox) ]
• other random things: [ I will likely start posting more suggestive/nsft art now that I’m an adult so js be weary of that, or I might post it on my side blog ]
✧ interaction ✧
• Asks are [open + encouraged]
• dms are [open + encouraged]
• PLEASE INTERACT: [ Tmr fans, thg fans, tadc fans, artists, digital artists, oc lovers, roleplay lovers, almost anyone is welcome ]
• dni: [ No real dni- I block freely, if I interact with you, obviously idc if you interact back - but please know I am very anti Trump, anti ice, and I hate bigots. ]
✧ extras ✧
• current fixation: [ none ]
• favorite music/books/shows: [ Tmr, thg, forensic files, tadc, the handmaid’s tale, Green Day, Panic! At the Disco, All American Rejects, Paramore, Weezer, Sublime, and more I’m probs forgetting abt ]
• aesthetic/vibe: [ I’m not having my account follow this theme since my account is all over the place, but irl I have a slightly emo-ish grunge vibe ]
• Tags: [ I don’t have super specific tags, however any oc posts I make, there will be a tag with said Oc’s name so you can find more of them on my page! Like Joseph Katz and Jinx Lovelace — occasionally when I draw ship art I will also use a ship emoji combo for the characters ]
• Other Socials: [ I have discord, which is mostly what I use to talk to people! I don’t give it out publicly tho — my insta is fxm333_x ]
• Commissions [closed]
• Roleplay requests [closed]
Divider credits:
Weed dividers: @kodaswrld
Green gif divider: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more
Freaky blog… only listed for any nsft blogs I follow since it’ll show up as this blog: @vxmpyrex
Alright guys it’s rp partner appreciation time. Tag one or two people and tell them why you love rping with them.
@fxm333 gave me the idea to do this. As I told you a few minutes ago you are a joy to rp with. Ben and Joseph are so cute together in the rp we’ve created. Your replies are always awesome and one of the things that makes my day better.
@hydra-asset-a175 You always make me think about exactly how Ben would respond in each situation and I always have to work hard to give him a balance. Sometimes I lose in my head how I think Ben should and would respond and rping with you is one way that helps me get back into working his headspace.
@leoishereithink You’re always so fun to rp with in general and I love being able to rp with you. Sometimes I lose in my head how I think Ben should and would respond and rping with you is another way that helps me get back into working his headspace. Star’s relationship with Ben is so cute and I love being able to have a way to show his paternal side freely.
@girlsloveconstellations We started off rping and we continue to do it but we’ve also developed an amazing relationship out of character.
@johnny-con-job Cass and Fritz are an amazing sibling like duo and I love them so much and rping with you is genuinely one of the things that makes my day.
@your-fav-russian-assassin You’re chaotic and funny and even if sometimes I don’t know how to reply and end up forgetting in general know that I do love rping with you. Always feel free to tag me if I take more than two days to reply back.
That’s most of the people I rp with frequently I can think of off the top of my head. Feel free to keep going. I said one or two but tag as many as you want.
You’re seriously the best bro I don’t even think you realize it
Your replies seriously make me so excited, like I said earlier. I love the bond we’ve managed to build and I’m really glad we met <3
I’d also like to give some appreciation towards @agentcopycat , I really love our roleplay with Poppy and Yaira, even though I’m not the greatest with replying in a timely manner 💔
I absolutely love the way you portray your character and I love your writing style.
And then I gotta count my irl twin @vexinghearts since we borderline roleplay LMAO
Too many character pairings to list but yk I appreciate you twin 🙏🏻💕
The early mornings are always humid, but today the air feels heavier. Seems even nature knows what day it is.
I dress in the dark, fingers fumbling with the thin ties of my shift dress as I creep around my shared bedroom. The house creaks every few seconds, settling against the salty breeze. Each sound makes my heart climb into my throat. If Kipper wakes up, I’ll have to make up an excuse—get water, check the nets, anything except the truth.
I braid my hair quickly, the sandy-blonde strands slipping between my fingers. I slid on my sandals. My nose stings with its usual sunburn, but I don’t bother with the cooling balm. I’m only going to be out for a little while. Just long enough to see him. Just long enough to pretend today isn’t what it is.
I slide down the staircase, silent on the wood. The smell of brine and smoked fish hangs in the air, homey, familiar, almost comforting. I wish it worked today.
The door groans faintly when I ease it open. I hold my breath, waiting. Nothing. The house stays silent.
Outside, the sky is still dark, painted with streaks of blue-black. The ocean, just past the end of our road, crashes in slow, sleepy waves. I head toward the cliffs, the route I’ve memorized in a way I shouldn’t have had to memorize anything. It’s Baylee’s route too; we chose it because no one else comes out here before sunrise.
The cobblestones are cool with the nighttime breeze. Richer part of town or not, the sea doesn’t care—it leaves salt crusting the houses, the fences, even the air.
I find him exactly where I knew he’d be: sitting on the edge of the rock shelf, elbows on his knees, tapping his thumb and index finger together in that quiet, thoughtful rhythm he always has when he’s nervous. Baylee never admits when he’s nervous. But I know.
His green eyes lift when he hears my steps, softening when they meet mine.
“Cori,” he says under his breath, a smile tugging at one side of his mouth. He stands, brushing sand from his palms. When he steps close, his hand instinctively finds my shoulder—his habit. He needs that anchor even if he pretends he doesn’t.
“Hi,” I whisper, heart pounding harder than it should. “You’re early.”
“So are you.”
We both laugh quietly. The breeze pushes his hair back, leaving his freckles more visible in the dim blue light. For a moment, I just look at him, taking in the details like I might not get to again. I hate thinking that. I hate that the thought even exists.
“Well,” I murmur, “today’s the day.”
His jaw tenses for just a second. Anyone else wouldn’t notice.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” he assures, voice steady but eyes betraying him. “No Pike. No Burnham. We’ve been… lucky.” He tries to smile again, gentle and patient like always. It almost works.
I wrap my arms around myself. “I wish I believed you.”
He exhales slowly, then tilts his head. “Come here.”
When I step into him, his arm comes around me, warm and grounding—he never loves being touched, but I’m one of the exceptions. My cheek presses against his chest. I can feel his heartbeat, which betrays him. I know he’s just as nervous as I am.
For a while, we just stand there, listening to the waves breathing against the rocks. The silence is almost comfortable, almost enough to make me forget what day it is. Almost.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” I say suddenly, my voice barely above the wind.
“About what?” Baylee asks, glancing down at me.
“Leaving,” I murmur. “Running off. Past the cliffs, past the District… just—going.” I shrug, embarrassed by how childish it sounds. “People say there’s nothing out there. The Capitol watches everything. But sometimes I wonder if that’s just what they want us to think.”
Baylee lets out a quiet breath, half a laugh, half disbelief. “Cori…”
“I know,” I whisper quickly. “I know it’s stupid. But sometimes I imagine it. Waking up somewhere the Reaping doesn’t exist. Somewhere where Kipper doesn’t have to train every day, where Marlo can grow up without being scared, where you…”
I pause, my throat tightening.
“…where you’re not risking your life every time you dive too deep.”
His expression softens, but there’s a gravity behind it. “It’s not stupid,” he says quietly. “It’s just dangerous. Especially today of all days.”
“I know.”
I look back out at the ocean—endless and dark and wide enough to swallow all our fears. “But sometimes I think drowning in open water would be kinder than living under this.”
He turns fully toward me then, his hand brushing my arm, not quite holding, but close. “If there was a way,” he says quietly, “I’d take you. You know that, right?” The hope in my chest pulses once. It’s almost painful.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I know.” I sigh and lean my head against him.
“I’m scared for Kipper,” I admit. But what I don’t say—is that I’m also terrified for him.
He sets his chin lightly on top of my head. “I’ll look out for her if anything happens. You know that.” A beat. “I’d keep her safe. I promise, Cori.” Guilt punches through me. Kipper likes him. Everyone sees it. I see it most of all. She trusts him.
I love him. And she doesn’t know.
“Baylee…” My throat tightens. He pulls back a little to look down at me. His eyes are soft despite the tension in them. “Hey. Don’t start that. Nothing’s happening today. You’ll see.” The sky is lightening now—lavender and rose creeping upward.
We’re running out of time.
He reaches up, brushing his thumb gently across the bridge of my sunburned nose. “You didn’t put balm on again.”
“I was… distracted.”
He smiles faintly. “By me?” I push his shoulder lightly, embarrassed. “By Reaping Day.”
But he knows. Of course he knows.
He steps closer again, forehead resting against mine for a brief, fragile moment. “After the ceremony,” he murmurs, “meet me here again. Got it?” That promise settles like a stone in my stomach.
“I will,” I whisper.
He nods, taps his thumb and forefinger together twice, and lets go of me slowly, like it hurts him. “You should get back before your father wakes up,” he says.
“I know.”
I take a few steps back, memorizing the way he looks in the pale morning light—brown hair mussed by the wind, freckles scattered like constellations, worry tucked into the corner of his mouth. “Baylee?”
“Yeah?” he replies.
“Be safe today.”
“You too.”
I turn and walk toward home, heart hammering, salty air stinging my eyes. The sun climbs higher behind me, bright and merciless. And all I can think—all I can feel—is a heavy, awful fear:
This might be the last morning where everything is still normal.
