There is no district 12

Gale Hawthorne Friend | Brother | Hunter | Soldier | Rebel | Broken | Empty | Murderer We could do it, you know. Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.. Indie RP blog for Gale Hawthorne from the Hunger Games. Will RP with any fandom.

[hcnnessy]

when your muses are horny for absolutely no reason at all

[maninthehangingtree]

An Indifferent Heart | Aphrodite & Hephaestus

"Aphrodite," he greeted her coldly, not having much affection for she who he regretfully called his wife. The injustice done to him was far too great to speak to her more kindly, for she did not keep secrets well and her adulterous ways were known to all who resided upon Mount Olympus. Even among the mortals their tale was not unheard of, and she was cause for most of Hephaestus' embarrassment and discontent. 

Wiping his brow in a clear sign of distress, he did not care that grease stained both his hands as forehead now, though there was no doubt that it would add to her ire. Perhaps, he only did so to spite her. Most of the Olympian Goddesses did not appreciate this unclean thing walking about their clean rooms after all, and his wife was no exception. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

[maninthehangingtree]

Divine Assistance | Persephone & Hephaestus

[maninthehangingtree]

queenofthe--underworld:

        When her hand was caught the female feigned shock and then blushed a soft shade of pink when her hand was kissed. A small dip of her head before she looked up at him with a kind smile, something she often reserved for her brother. Oh he always pleased her, not only with those beautiful gifts but with just the sweet company— he didn’t push her, he didn’t tell her what to do with Hephaestus he was there for her and not anything else.

    “Ah, if it were I, I would refuse to help those that cannot be trusted and as for Hermes I am sure that Zeus will take care of that as you have said,” She nods and then grins up at him in return, “Well you are too kind, sweet brother, that you would give me gifts and spend time with me makes me happier than anything.”

Petty as he could be at times, Hephaestus did take great pride in his creations, the weapons forged and machinery built. Any opportunity to outshine Ares in a field where the other God could not best him, was one Hephaestus felt obligated to make the most of. Even if he did not enjoy aiding the treacherous God of War in any way imaginable. Every sword has its two sides, and both can cut just as deep as the other. This proved it once again. 

"Or by helping them, I can help myself, dear sister," he mused, his smile being of a most mischievous nature as he regarded her calmly. "One must learn to take every aspect into consideration before discarding a most fortunate opportunity out of spite alone." He did not speak again of the many woes that had befallen Hermes, nor the fate that undoubtedly awaited his poor kin. Rather, Hephaestus' attentions were solely for Persephone as her blinding smile returned and he could not help but return it. "And as I have said, dear one. If you are happy, then so am I." 

[queenofthe--underworld]

In Another Time... {AU} | Hephaestus and Persephone

[maninthehangingtree]

queenofthe--underworld:

      It was one of her favourites, one mother often sung that reminded her to keep her beauty and self away from the dangerous men who would cut her down. Or so she would think if she were to actually listen to her mother for once. The song was not meant for others ears, albeit the deer on the other side of the lake had settled and she was sure they were listening.. to which she smiled at them whilst continuing her melody.

      About to place a small foot into the water she was startled by the voice and swiftly turned to look at him wide eyed. As gracefully as she could the female was scrambling to get up, where was mother! Was this the kind of man that she had been warned about? She might have stood up but she wasn’t going to run just yet, the female holding herself slightly turned away from him as he continued to speak.

     When his hands were held up her bright blue hues could be seen darting around them, just checking and making sure that he wasn’t trying to lure her into a trap. At his words she narrowed her brows slightly before sighing softly— he was right after all, she had brought him here. Tilting her head a little at him she cleared her throat, “Persephone.. my name is Persephone.. who are you?”

It had not been his intention to startle the fair lady and in an attempt not to appear threatening, Hephaestus continued to hold his oil-stained hands raised. The God may not be the most conversed or even remotely knowledgeable in how to speak to others, yet with her, he had to try for she had bewitched him body and soul. 

The Goddess reminded him of an animal, frightened and unsure as it approached its cage, and his heart beat most fearfully that she might turn him away without even granting him the pleasure of a name. A name was all he wished to know, after all. It was more than a word, but a sentiment that could fall from his lips like the sweetest of prayers from a devout child that has not yet met the many corrupting powers of the world, both on Mount Olympus as in the mortal world. 

Persephone. Ah, such a precious name could only belong to this divine apparition that had entrapped him so, and Hephaestus smiled despite himself, ducking his head both in greeting as respect for the rare beauty that was this girl. "Hephaestus," he answered her, voice lowering with every syllable, for his name was not one unknown and he did not wish to taint her opinion of him. Would she still regard him with such clear blue eyes if she were to know that he was not quite whole, that he was cast off by his own mother? Rejected and tossed aside, his legacy would forever bear the consequences of a certain fall that left him half the man he could have been. --Half the man this wondrous creature deserved. "I am called Hephaestus." 

[inboxideas]

What promise would you make my character as they were dying in your arms?

[fictusxsmile]

Hello, well as an act of appreciation to all of you that had been following me and been fooled that this is a quality blog, I thought about making a small giveaway. I’m not as good with photoshoop as many of you are, I’m rubbish but I will do my best but don’t expect something grand okay? Still this is just my way to say thank you, to show that every single one of you actually matter and that I am thankful that you took the time and followed me. Just have fun.

R U L E S:

-Must be following me!

-Reblogs only

-Indie Rp blogs only

- Reblog as much as you want.

-No unfollowing after it’s over, that would be rude.

- Ends April 12th , 2014 

P R I Z E S:

Alright so for the prizes.

F I R S T: 1 WINNER

-25 Icons of their character or FC of their choice.

-25  Gif Icons of their character or FC of their choice.

-1 Edit of their character

-Starter for our characters of their choice.

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-10 Icons of their character or FC of their choice.

- Promo Twice a Week for 2 Weeks

-1 Edit of their Character

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-5 Icons of their character or FC of their choice.

                    May the odds be ever in your favor

[imagineyourwolrd]

and may the odds be ever in your favor

[districts12s]

"Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable."

[ganseye]

That’s what happens when you spend six days a week working in the mines. Stupid birds start to to think they own these woods.

[eastdillon]

We admit, without acknowledging each other, it’s our old hunting rendezvous place. She wants to see it, even after we tell her it’s nothing really. 

[heroicheartx]

Muse Challenge

Most active muse:

Katniss Everdeen

Most popular muse:

Derek Hale (hiatus)

Newest muse:

Tobias Eaton

Favorite Female Muse:

Faith Lehane (hiatus)

Favorite Male Muse: 

Gale Hawthorne

Favorite OC-muse:

Serenity Jones (hiatus)

Favorite multi Muse:

Zack, Alec, Krit and Zane

Other muses:

About 30 and not going to list them all… 

[prrim]

[reborninashes-archived-deactiva]

Say something;

He didn’t say anything, just held her as he pondered her confession, the meaning behind it. She didn’t want to be in love with him, and it broke even more of his already tortured heart. Even if he had already felt it, noticed it in the little things and he knew on a conscious level— he hadn’t wanted to accept it. Now, he had no choice because she confirmed everything with such simple words.

When had everything gotten so complicated?

Only over a year ago, he thought they’d always be together, Catnip and Gale, hunting buddies, best friends, lovers and finally husband and wife. He even subtly hinted at a family once or twice, and although Katniss had always claimed not wanting to have children, he just let it go, assuming she would come around with age. 

He wanted to hate Peeta for coming in between them, but the guy was just so good. He was angry sure, but he couldn’t really hate the blonde either. No, he hated the Capitol and Snow, the rage that had always been there boiling in his blood and he desperately wanted to do something about it, put a stop to the way they could just toy with people’s lives like this. 

He was losing the only person he could ever love like this, with every beat of his heart with his body and soul, and it was all their fault. 

[maninthehangingtree]

everdeenswings:

        Katniss let him hold her. Truthfully, Gale’s arms was where she wanted to be most of the time these days even though she knew it would cause more bad than good. Her ability to love was so hindered and often confusing for all people involved and it caused pain.          Love was not what she had expected. She hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about it until the past year when love struck her. Peeta and Gale loved her unconditionally and she was limited. Both were people she could love, but in truth did she love Peeta or did she love the idea of hope that he supplied to her? Like Prim, he was a light that guided her in all her hatred. There was one thing about the two of them that she was sure of there was only one Gale and she didn’t know how to live without him, and she had the ability to find hope in other places, but she couldn’t seem to shake Peeta. Did she know him well enough to lose everything for a maybe? Their experiences together tied them in a way that anyone could see, but did it have the potential to keep them together forever?         Love was unfair. It pulled her between two different men who she couldn’t bare to lose, but she certainly would lose one of them when she was finally forced to make a decision. Or would she? Her actions had brought her to this point and if she picked Gale, then Peeta would still be tethered to her side because of her stunt in the games. Their love would tainted. Gale would have to watch her publicly kiss and marry Peeta and only love him behind closed doors. And Peeta would be forced to do things with her and know that none of them were real. And she would feel guilty for causing them both pain for a lifetime. They deserved so much more than what she was allowed to give him.                      Love corrupts.                         Love hurts.                  Why is this a thing that people dream of?                               Or was she the real problem.                      Not built for love.         Things would certainly be easier if she didn’t love him— either of them and they didn’t love her either. “I’m sorry, Gale. About all of this.”                                   — The pain she had caused him.

        Even in this state, unraveling at the seams while holding onto the one thing that could keep the pieces from breaking completely, he wanted to show her that as long she loved him, they could make it. But he knew Katniss and the way her mind worked, and if she didn't want to feel this, she would block it out as long as she could. She'd probably come up with a million reasons why she shouldn't give in as well, and fighting against such a stubborn heart would be entirely useless. That didn't mean he'd give up though. Nothing she could ever say to him or do, could make him leave her side. She was the one for him, and if that was returned with friendship alone, he would find a way to deal. No matter how much it hurt him on a daily basis. 

                                                                           He was hers. 

                                                                                  His heart belonged to her.

                                                                         Whether she wanted it or not.

        "It's not your fault," he managed in a more even tone of voice than he thought possible. As he spoke, he pulled away from the embrace, his adam's apple bobbing with every thick swallow while his heart beat painfully in his chest. When he forced out another sentence, his composure had a visible crack in it though, and his voice came out sounding a lot rougher, "I knew things were different. I just didn't want to admit it to myself."            

        There were a handful of things he could have done to avoid this, the first being the reaping where he could have volunteered in Peeta's stead. Gale had thought about it, but he didn't want her to hate him either. How could he have predicted that Peeta would become such a vital part in her life? How could he have known they'd even bond together when there was only meant to be one victor? The hunter's first thoughts had all revolved around what his Catnip would want him to do, and she wanted him to take care of her family --Prim especially. In knowing her so well, he had opened a door for someone else. And he was the fool for it. 

        Not having the power to change her mind, nor wanting to force his feelings on her, he nodded regretfully and took another step away from her, creating the distance between them that she might need. The space she deserved if she was ever to make up her mind about this. 

                                                                         "I'm sorry, too." 

                                                            For not being the one you really want.

                                                                 For not volunteering.

                                                                      For not telling you how I felt before you left. 

                                                                           For being in love with you. 

                                                                                For not being enough. 

                                                                       "----I should probably go now."

[johhannas]

[maninthehangingtree]

Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?

[butiliveinparadise]

[thenakedwolf]

THE HUNGER GAMES | Gale Song 

by The Lumineers

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