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i want some shameless muses on here and im thinkin abt adding svetlana and carl????
GROWING UP & TRAINING FOR THE HUNGER GAMES / DISTRICT 2 > CLOVE KIAN.
GROWING UP.
Despite what people think, there wasn’t an inkling of luxury when it came to district two. Sure, President Snow gave them the facilities to train for the games. Sure, they didn’t live as poorly as those from districts eleven and twelve. But they still didn’t live liked people should have. Clove’s mother, victor of the fifty fifth games, died giving birth to Clove’s younger sister. Her father worked in the nut and only came back home once a month, if that.
Her younger sister, Devi, was seven years younger than she was. And from the age of seven, Clove was basically raising her. How you ask? How is it mentally possible for a seven year old to raise a baby? It’s not. The amount of time they nearly died from starvation or hypothermia was countless. Their father’s pay would always come through, but that was hardly enough for what they needed.
TRAINING.
Your child would get rations if they trained, and training started at the age of eight. Ten years of training. With her dad’s income and the rations she was getting from training, they survived. One day she got so infuriated with a trainer, she threw one of her knives clean into his skull. No one in the training center could have made a throw more perfect if they tried. So she did it again. Hitting him right between the eyes as he fell. Needless to say, it impressed the remainder of the trainers. And from that moment forward she grew hungry. Her hunger to be the best became insatiable. Clove never intended on actually being good enough for the games, but fate had shitty and unusual plans for everyone. She became good enough. Better than good enough.
In district two, you didn’t volunteer for the games until you were eighteen. Clove was the exception. Fifteen, turning sixteen the months after the games, and the best damn female trainee in district two. Again, it wasn’t the plan — but all that was going through her mind was the riches and glory that her and her sister would have when she won.
GROWING UP & TRAINING FOR THE HUNGER GAMES / DISTRICT 2 > CLOVE KIAN.
GROWING UP.
Despite what people think, there wasn’t an inkling of luxury when it came to district two. Sure, President Snow gave them the facilities to train for the games. Sure, they didn’t live as poorly as those from districts eleven and twelve. But they still didn’t live liked people should have. Clove’s mother, victor of the fifty fifth games, died giving birth to Clove’s younger sister. Her father worked in the nut and only came back home once a month, if that.
Her younger sister, Devi, was seven years younger than she was. And from the age of seven, Clove was basically raising her. How you ask? How is it mentally possible for a seven year old to raise a baby? It’s not. The amount of time they nearly died from starvation or hypothermia was countless. Their father’s pay would always come through, but that was hardly enough for what they needed.
TRAINING.
Your child would get rations if they trained, and training started at the age of eight. Ten years of training. With her dad’s income and the rations she was getting from training, they survived. One day she got so infuriated with a trainer, she threw one of her knives clean into his skull. No one in the training center could have made a throw more perfect if they tried. So she did it again. Hitting him right between the eyes as he fell. Needless to say, it impressed the remainder of the trainers. And from that moment forward she grew hungry. Her hunger to be the best became insatiable. Clove never intended on actually being good enough for the games, but fate had shitty and unusual plans for everyone. She became good enough. Better than good enough.
In district two, you didn’t volunteer for the games until you were eighteen. Clove was the exception. Fifteen, turning sixteen the months after the games, and the best damn female trainee in district two. Again, it wasn’t the plan --- but all that was going through her mind was the riches and glory that her and her sister would have when she won.
“ One life for another. Only fair, don't you think? ” — for Clove.
APOCRYPHA ⟫ ACCEPTING ⟫ @memoryjacked
the lover boy gag made her sick. and his voice was even worse. only fair, don’t you think ? she mocked him silently as she picked off some crusted dirt from her knife ( dirt ? please. we all know it was blood ! ) , the light from the fire just enough for her to see. why they had ever agreed to let him join them in the first place was beyond her. the hell was lover boy going to do when it came down just their group left ? drop to his knees and pray for mercy ? to hell with that ! she didn’t spend her entire life training for some loved up moron from district twelve to ask for mercy.
if clove wanted mercy she'd have never started training in the first place.
if she could roll her eyes into the back of her head, she would have. flicking the knife into the ground ahead of her, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, teeth grinding hard in the back of her mouth. ’ no. not at all. haven’t you ever heard of the phrase and eye for and eye leaves the whole world blind ? ’ why she was even paying him the attention was beyond her.
she should just drive her knife into his throat and splay him right here and now. one less body to count and worry about.
sighing, she turned her full attention to him now, eyes dark and filled with more boredom than should be allowed in a game such as this. ‘ you think president snow believes in a life for a life? we should be slaughtering capitol children if that were the case, moron. if he doesn’t believe in a life for a life , then i sure as hell aren’t going to. i’ll kill whoever, whenever, and if you don’t stop saying dumb shit then you’re going to be next. ’
compliment sentence starters.
’ you always know how to find that silver lining. ’ ’ has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? ’ ’ you have the whitest teeth! you’ve got a hollywood smile! ’ ’ you have the most beautiful eyes i’ve seen before. ’ ’ i love your hair so much, it’s so pretty. ’ ’ you have the best laugh in the universe. ’ ’ you always dress so fabulous! you’ve got so much style! ’ ’ you’re the best at anything and everything you do. ’ ’ you are the smartest person i know! ’ ’ sometimes i wonder why you’re my friend. ’ ’ you’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for. ’ ’ you always seem to have a solution for any problem. ’ ’ you are the most attractive person i’ve had as a friend. ’ ’ anything looks good on you! you’re perfect! ’ ’ you always make the days a little brighter for people. ’ ’ you’re like, really loved and adored, despite what you think. ’ ’ anyone would be lucky to have you as a girl/boyfriend. ’ ’ you’re going to make the best parent one day. ’ ’ one day, you’re going to make someone so happy. ’ ’ ever since i met you, i’d been the happiest i’ve ever been. ’ ’ you are the perfect role model. ’ ’ you deserve an award or something, you’re that great. ’ ’ you did so good on that art work the other day! ’ ’ that speech was phenomenal, left me speechless. ’ ’ you’ve got an amazing face and i just want to stare at it all. ’ ’ i could stare at you all day and never get tired. ’ ’ you are the better looking out of the two of us. ’ ’ you’re the smarter one out of the two of us. ’ ’ you always smell so good. what perfume is that? ’ ’ i’ll only get a make over, if you’re the one who does it. ’ ’ i’d trust you with my life any day. ’ ’ you have the biggest heart out of everyone i’ve ever met. ’ ’ you are just the sweetest person ever. ’ ’ you are so creative! i could never be that original. ’ ’ your ideas are so beautiful and original, i love them. ’ ’ you really do make a fantastic meal, the best i’ve ever had. ’ ’ this is so delicious, oh my god, you’re amazing. ’ ’ you do not need make up to look beautiful, you were blessed. ’ ’ why does everything you buy fit you so well? ugh. ’ ’ you give me so much inspiration. ’ ’ you inspire me so much, i’ve always looked up to you. ’
if anyone wants 2 plot hmu!!!
y'all i didnt spend hours making the blog just to be a meme source. i love each and every one of these characters with all my heart. pls pls come and plot with me or send me a meme bc its been a whole week of having this blog and 0 interest off of anyone
//i know he isnt cool ™ anymore…. but i literally have muse for gale hawthorn.e spilling out of my pores so pls someone write w/ him
Edgar Allan Poe starters
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.”
“We loved with a love that was more than love.”
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
“I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it.”
“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”
“There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion.”
“Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.”
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
“Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.”
“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.”
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.”
“If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.”
“The best things in life make you sweaty.”
“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”
“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”
“Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.”
“There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.”
“I dread the events of the future, not in themselves but in their results.”
“To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.”
“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”
“To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!”
“The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.”
“Imperceptibly the love of these discords grew upon me as my love of music grew stronger.”
“The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls…”
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary. Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.”
“I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity.”
“Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.”
“The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow.”
“All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.”
“If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.”
“It would be mockery to call such dreariness heaven at all.”
“Actually, I do have doubts, all the time. Any thinking person does. There are so many sides to every question.”
“His heart is a suspended lute; As soon as you touch it, it resonates.”
Gale’s first and last scene | (insp. by)
if someone had told emily a year ago that her & mike would be arriving to their senior dance separately, she would have laughed in their face. now, it seemed, the only person being laughed at was her, sat alone to the side of the dance floor, stuck still wondering where her date ran off to, and when he’d be back. it sure beat lingering on the prospect of her ex whom she’d lost track of a little over an hour ago. thank god - if the the swarm of horny teenagers pretending to dance wasn’t enough to make her gag, it was the image of michael’s hands around some other girl’s waist. – and she wasn’t… jealous. that’s not what this was, no, this was anger, pure and unbridled. anger at a boy she’d loved and trusted and who had betrayed that trust. he’d pay for what he’d done to her, somehow. just as her ex-best-friend would. a girl being played like a fiddle can only listen to the music for so long.
eventually, her impatience got the better of her, and she’d stood from her seat, ignoring the sway in her legs as she did so. she could stand on her own two feet – at least she would have that if nothing else. only – upon turning, the sight ahead of her almost had emily flattened on the ground. a stupid boy wearing a stupid suit – she swore she hated him just moments ago. lips parted once, tone sharp as she spoke up; there was no room for hesitation any longer.
‘ oh, so you are able to walk on your own. ’ phrased as nothing more than a passing statement, she did little but raise her eyebrows, dark eyes giving him a once over. ‘ here i was thinking jess was holding you up like a puppet the whole night. congrats, michael. you might just be a REAL BOY after all! ’
@helldelivered for [em voice] MICHAEL.
why the hell was a damn corsage so important anyway ? so what he got jessica a red corsage when her dress was pink? aren’t they like the same colour anyways? god, what he would give to understand how they perceive these things. mike was hopeless. a hopeless romantic and just generally hopeless. so there he stood , next to the punch fountain. alone with a red corsage ripped at his feet. ‘ mike munroe , you have done it again ! ’
he could have only imagined what em would have done had he of gotten the wrong colour corsage. but then again, em would have had it so perfectly planned it would have been impossible for him to get it wrong. and he sure as hell wouldn’t be standing alone on his senior prom with two glasses of non-alcoholic punch and a girlfriend who wished he were probably dead for ruining her night.
but speak of the devil and she shall appear.
‘ hey ! i’m a real boy. you know better than anyone just how much of a real boy i am, emily. ’ his tone was snappy, anger towards jessica seeping into the conversation. ‘ what do you want? isn’t your little boy toy around here somewhere? ’ it was dismissive. eyes casting downwards to the two drinks in his hands and the stupid dumb corsage that cost him fourty bucks. he couldn’t even return it !!! not while it was as goddamn ripped up as it was. ‘ in case you haven’t noticed i’m not in the mood for you to berate me about my life choices. so either get movin or cut me some slack, yeah !!! ’
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“And I — my head oppressed by horror — said: "Master, what is it that I hear? Who are those people so defeated by their pain?“ And he to me: "This miserable way is taken by the sorry souls of those who lived without disgrace and without praise. They now commingle with the coward angels, the company of those who were not rebels nor faithful to their God, but stood apart. The heavens, that their beauty not be lessened, have cast them out, nor will deep Hell receive them — even the wicked cannot glory in them.”
HELLDELIVERED. / IND MULITMUSE. LOVED BY KAIT
lonely sentence starters
“Long time no see! How’re you holding up?” “You clearly weren’t expecting me.” “I came here to help you, but if you’d rather I hadn’t, I will leave you alone again.” “I thought I’d just stop by and see how you were doing… It’s been a while.” “You’ve been quiet lately.” “How are you? Honestly. Don’t give me the usual crap.” “Why’re you sitting here all by yourself?” “This is supposed to be a party. You are supposed to dance, not sulk.” “Has nobody come to see you?” “Do you want me to leave?” “When’s the last time you went outside?” “Do you even want to see anyone?” “You seem lonely…” “Don’t you have any friends?” “I don’t mind keeping you company.” “Do you really have this place all to yourself?” “Maybe if you tried being nice every once in a while you would actually have people who cared about you.” “I’d visit you more often if I had the time…” “I am your friend. You’ve got me.” “Are you lonely?” ———- “I just want to be left alone.” “I’ve been so alone.” “You’re the first person to visit me in ages.” “I wish you’d visit more often.” “I’m just so sick of being alone all the time.” “No, of course I’m not lonely.”
Phoebe Tonkin photographed for SanDiego-ComicCon. — 2017.
if anyone wants 2 plot hmu!!!
Gale Hawthorne on Mockingjay Part 2.
Some women like tall men. Some like short men. Some like hairy men. Some like bald men. Gentle men, rough men, ugly men, pretty men, pretty girls.