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SO, after a lot of thought (and horrible activity), I’ve decided to move my muses to one multi-muse blog. This will include Gale !! If we were doing any threads or plots here that you’d like to continue, just let me know over on the new blog (though it’s been a while so I’d be just as happy to start over on something too)!! This is where you’ll be able to find me now :)
SO, after a lot of thought (and horrible activity), I’ve decided to move my muses to one multi-muse blog. This will include Gale !! If we were doing any threads or plots here that you’d like to continue, just let me know over on the new blog (though it’s been a while so I’d be just as happy to start over on something too)!! This is where you’ll be able to find me now :)
ofkindncss ⟫ madge
it takes her by surprise that the other doesn’t flinch, instead welcomes her company to subdue the dullness of each meal served to them. though blue eyes don’t dare look up him just yet. all she needs is a moment — one second to allow the constant wave of emptiness felt to wash over her. ( could she muster up a smile? ) a deep breath followed as eyes slowly scanned up to meet gale’s. the faintest of smiles draping across her lips for only a moment before quickly fading away. ❛ it’s NOTHING like home. ❜
she pauses. unsure whether or not to bring some levity to the moment. ( surely they both needed it. ) ❛ the food in twelve at least had some flavor to it. ❜ madge looks down at her tray, at the food that almost matched the color of the clothing they all wore. the blonde musters up a less than convincing laugh that’s followed up with a slight shoulder shrug. ❛ — how are you? like…adjusting to living here? ❜
Someone had to say it -- he thinks, inhaling and staring down at the food before him. They’re both thinking along the same lines though: what words would make this situation bearable? Her words are first though and his lips twitch in a small grin, an exhale that might have been an attempt at laughter. His gaze flickers back up to her eyes -- so blue. There’s still a certain softness to her that he’d nearly forgotten. “Never thought I’d be missing anything in twelve,” he adds, grin returning to his face. He takes a breath, swallowing tensely at her words. How does he respond? A lie? “ I’m -- ” he pauses, clenching his jaw and ultimately shrugging. “ -- adjusting. ” He repeats her word with a small grin, a short laugh. “ Trying to make the most of it, I suppose. It’s all we have. ” He doesn’t dare bring up what he’s doing with his free time. “ What about you? ”
odairing ⟫ finnick
At his approval of the wound, green eyes would roll. The usual sharp tongue now rests between clenched teeth, so he spares himself the effort to speak. At the shift as Gale hauls him up, jaw further tenses.
When he asks if Finnick can make it, he hisses, more venom in his tone than there should have been, “ Let’s just fucking move. ”
Frustration isn’t directed at Gale, but pain is devouring his patience. It’s PATHETIC but more than anything he wants Annie. A SELFISH wish—how could she bear to see him like this? But his world is AGONY and she is HOME—she is warmth and safety, and god he wants to go home.
Progress with Gale is slower than death, and by the time they limp what feels like a mile, he’s wishing death would stop dragging its feet. But they’ve made it to the others, and more importantly, that med kit.
The sensation itself is almost distant now. The singe of carved out muscle is difficult to FOCUS on, much like anything else at the moment. Sounds were swimming, the world was dipping ever so slightly beneath the water.
Teal irises blink and meet the soldier’s eyes, mild confusion passing over Finnick’s expression. Had Gale said something..? He shakes his head to clear it before he speaks, forcing a GRIN.
“ Look, just so you know, I’m pretty close to passing out. So SORRY about that if I check out while you’re fixing up my leg. ”
He knows his lies won’t last -- he’s no medic, and convincing as he might be, he knows Finnick is no fool. He’s doing this all wrong; Finnick is a victor. He’s been burned, bitter, and full of rage. Just like Katniss now. Except he’s been in this game a very long time now. The images Gale had seen of Finnick, the person that he’d portrayed for the media, was a completely different person. He doesn’t even know the half of it, doesn’t know much about Annie -- but he knows there’s someone he loves back home. He’s got to get him to safety. For her. For all of them. Because he knows the feeling. Perhaps not to the same extent, but he knows. The others have made sure that their path is clear -- nothing stands in their way between them and safety, but still it’s agonizingly slow. He knows he can fix it, he can make this right -- he’s counting down the steps. “ C’mon -- ” he grunts, determined now. He almost smiles at Finnick’s words -- memories flashing back to his own wounds, recalling how he felt. Perhaps somewhere, he understands. He drags him through and they’re already waiting for them. There’s noise, voices, some scramble to ease Finnick into a horizontal position again through vague directions. “ Just right here -- you’re gonna be fine. ” Part of him keeps doubting himself -- you’re not good at this -- but he inhales and pulls back the fabric on his leg again, unable to help himself from grimacing. “ Don’t pass out on me just yet, ” he adds with a small grin. He tells the others to go ahead, but it’s getting dark anyway and they stay close by. More than anything, Gale is amazed at how steady he’s able to keep his hands. He’s silent -- a better person might have been able to multitask and try to make conversation between applications of burn cream. Instead he’s all focus and doesn’t know what else to make of it. Sighing, he leans back -- he’s done what he can now. It looks astonishingly better than before, but Gale’s still doubtful that Finnick will be able to continue if even walking proves to be a difficult task. “ I told you not to pass out on me... ” He says with a grin, not knowing whether or not it’ll warrant a response.
I AIN’T GONNA LIE -- ok so i’ve been on my other blog BUT i’ve mostly been working like a fiend!!! but here i am! hopefully i have time before work today to get some stuff out :D
AHHH I’M SORRY I’M AWFUL ;P i’ve been pretty busy with work and dividing my time and such !! but i’m off tomorrow and hopefully i can get some replies going!!
gonna be working on another blog today!! but i’ll still be popping in and possibly writing here a bit later c:
Liam Hemsworth
modern starter for @vencficas ⟫ katniss
It feels like another lifetime ago that he was back here. He’s been back in the US for a week already but somehow it still feels like a dream. He’s finally been cleared to go home, but how does he even fathom returning? The injury to his leg will keep him from returning for the foreseeable future, and despite how much Gale despised the idea of being shipped out to war, the idea of coming home now seems more foreign than ever. He grimaces, shooing his mother away as he gets out of the car. She’s trying, he’ll give her that. He already knows they’re all waiting at home for him; that much of the surprise isn’t all that surprising. He goes along with it, not having to pretend to be genuinely happy to see them all. So he claps Rory on the shoulder, ruffles Vick’s hair, spins Posy in the air -- all with the widest smile he’s had in years. But the grin fades, not due to any unhappiness, but because there’s still one more surprise in store that has truly got him. “ Hey Catnip... ”
i’m off work today!! :3 gonna get some stuff goin~~~
WHHAAATTT THHEEE FUCCKKKK Y’ALL?!?! I cannot believe I’m here again; celebrating another milestone on this blog. I’ve now reached a number of followers that I don’t think I’ve ever had on another rp blog and I am so, so, so blown away by the fact that there are people out there who give my garbage ass the time of day. I’ve said it before, but I’m gonna say it again. I made a multi muse blog not really expecting a whole lot? The rp community can have a pretty negative connotation about multis, so never in my life did I expect this kind of response. Because of this blog, I have been able to interact with some of the greatest people. They are chock full of talent, creativity, and they’ve all served as inspiration for me, to better myself as a writer. Not only are they incredibly talented, they’re all rays of gd sunshine too. It hardly seems fair that there’s so many people who are so amazing at so many different things and in so many different ways, but since I’m lucky enough to experience their presence, I’ll allow it. Some of these people I talk with every day. Some of these people I have skype or discord dates and we watch tv or movies together. Some of these people let me spam them with memes or scream about muses and headcanons together. Some of these people I don’t talk with near as much as I’d like, but their sheer talent in the way they portray their muse(s) brings a tear to my eye. All of these people have made my experience on here worth while, and if you’re following me, I can guarantee you’ll live will improve at least 91% if you follow them, too. So, without much further ado, he is my list of blogs you should be following if you know what’s good for you.
@aardently @aimovoriia @apcgee @atomicked @baddecisionsandbourbon @battleincarnate @braverytaught @chantillystained @compulsoryblood @cptins @cravesfreedom @defiantcharms @didnotstrut @epicallies @fatherscode @favourfire @feelsepic @goldensaviour @gotmyskeletonkey @hclywcrs @heroheart @hisbattles @hopeburdened @ineveryvein @ingloriious @inventingtruth @killedbyvoldemort @kolhearted @magicaladept @manichaeisms @mercycries @misersevere @nctafreak @noiretranger @notatlas @nothatevolved @nothingsurvived @odairing @ofanimagi @pcnurnbra @rebelvoices @saddadsquad @stagpottah @starhaze @starsdrawn @starsforged @suitedblue @technimorph @thescorcher @turnedsoftness @vaarulv @valoroused @wrcngbitch
angrybewear:
friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good
"Here, take my hand. Everything's fine. Just hold on to me and keep moving."
@notatlas ⟫ accepting
They’ve gotten this far -- he’s not going back. Not now. Sleep is a faraway memory; the haunting chaos has been keeping them all on their toes and wide awake. Still, it was only a matter of time before the exhaustion would begin to take hold. His leg cramps up, a reminder of the hastily sewn together skin. He could have stayed behind, but not when they’re so close. Take my hand. He hears her voice like an echo, distant and clouded as he tries to focus on it. Only now does Gale realize that he had stopped moving, that the pain that only felt like a mere ache had actually been enough to cause some degree of alarm in their plan. They’re in too much of a crowd for his liking, hundreds of Capitolites fleeing on command towards the center of it all. And unbeknownst to them all, their own enemy in the midst. Everything’s fine. He gives a nod, a slow nod as he clenches his jaw. He could let everything that’s just happened take hold of him. Only a handful of their original group had survived thus far. Gale looks directly at Scarlet, breathes in. Keep moving. “ We’re almost there... ” He recounts, turning his gaze to the center -- where they’re headed. He pushes back the pain in his leg, the chaos from just hours ago. Snow will be dead in less than 24 hours -- he knows this. Squeezing her hand again, he forces a small grin before taking another step into the crowded street. “Thanks.”
KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY
MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.
BASICS
• NAME: Kaleb • PRONOUNS: He/Him • SEXUALITY: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ • TAKEN OR SINGLE: Married
THREE FACTS
• I just took a fucking bubble bath and it was amazing • My next tattoo is going to be a Chain Chomp + King Boo • uHHhhh. I had french toast this morning c:
EXPERIENCE
• HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): It’s Been 84 Years (.gif) • PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: forums, boards, tumblr, skype, aim, chatzy... • BEST EXPERIENCE: u HH h. a group on tumblr/chatzy probably c:
MUSE PREFERENCES.
• FEMALE OR MALE: mooostly male • FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: aaaangst • PLOTS OR MEMES: *inhales* • LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i like rambling tbh • BEST TIME TO WRITE: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ • ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): somewhat~ i definitely attach to muses that i relate to more.
tagged by: @mortalmistakes this bitch tagging: tum tee tum~~~ whoever wanna do it.
transtrashtyler:
I feel like a lot of people don’t want to ask questions they have about gender/sexuality to LGBT people because they don’t want to offend them because we talk about cishet people asking stupid or intrusive questions a lot
But actually when you’re questioning it’s really helpful to be able to ask some ‘stupid’ questions although you’re too afraid to
So can y'all LGBTQIA+ people reblog this if you’re totally fine with people asking questions about your gender/sexuality, as long as they do so respectfully
the person I reblogged this from is a cute peach
me: i’m gonna write also me: i’m gonna drink a lot tonight
