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i'm the story you don't speak of, i'm the one they call the underdog. cause every time that push comes to shove, i'm climbing over you to reach the top cause i want everything or nothing at all

#mxnstersarereal . indie and private multimuses writing blog . written by emma , she / her , 28 years , gmt + 2 . icons,general psd and graphics created by me, if i use templates or another persons psd i will always credit .

#pinned post #not a promo #just directory #tw: snakes #🌙 ooc. | hazel eyes and tongue laced with sarcasm.

witchyxwoo

"Perhaps I was hoping you would," she raised her voice, but kept her tone soft. She wasn't angry, but it had quite loud around them when she wanted to first speak up. Freya soon closed the distance to appear in front of Erica now. "Call it a witches intuition, but I had a feeling somebody was out here. I am glad it was indeed you sweetheart," she held her arms out, inviting Erica in for a hug. She would've gone for it, but felt better about asking for it instead.

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She had known she'd missed her aunt for the past months but standing before her the feelings just hit her harder. As Freya held her arms out Erica grinned and stepped into the embrace, allowing herself to melt into the feeling of home being solidified. "Well your intuition seems spot on, I'm sorry I didn't call on the way but i figured you wouldn't mind seeing your niece?"

She'd missed her family a lot but she still felt strange just showing up and possibly interrupting their everyday routines.

#witchyxwoo #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x freya )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#v: tbd #🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

nightprompts

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#🌙 memes. | am i more than you bargained for.#🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

naturesloophole

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 . . . Training tributes to go out to their death fighting was psychologically torture. But so was everything else tied to the games, from the parties being forced upon them to the men & woman that called on them for a night. The cameras always circling them around this time of year left Hope with a permanent fake smile plastered on her face. Right now, Hope found herself stepping away from the cameras & into a waiting room with her twin sister. It's where the two of them would make light of the morbidity that was surrounding them.

❝I'll take the action, but I'll bet that the girl won't.❞ But Hope knows deep down that she's wrong. The girl was fiery with the personality of a winner. It's not about strength in the arena, but it helps. The ones that win are great at putting on a show. It's what got her the win. She had been strong, but the love story between her & her boyfriend had been something for the ages. In the end, Hope had killed him to save her own life. ❝But we all know that the boy is weak..❞ He is a child, Hope. Maybe it's because her childhood was kissed goodbye the moment that her name was called that has her so hardened to the world. Sure, the boy was violent & will likely crack under the pressure of it all. All the violence is a shield, or at least that is what Hope believes. The boy will crack at the first real camera appearance.

Hope had gone for something all leather, tight & form-fitting. It sold the idea of a warrior to the public eye. It was one of those outfits she wore in public when she'd much rather be at home in sweat pants & a ratty old t-shirt, painting. The paintings that she sold these days were to Capitol's people when she was not called upon to entertain others. Just pray that the boy wins, even though he's likely as weak on the inside as he is. ❝I bet that he won't make it in the arena ten minutes, either.❞

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Being in the waiting room always brought her back to her own games, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. Dressed for the capitol to remind them who she was, pacing in the luxurious rooms as the tributes said their goodbyes and waiting for the train to arrive so they could start this vicious circle over anew. The entire process had forced a permanent smile on Ericas lips whenever she left the comfort of her or her familys houses, but through it all at least she had Hope.

"You're on. I don't think I'll ever have gotten such easy money from you sis." She knew her sister must want a distraction from the cameras as much as she herself did, and if their conversations in here were a tad dark as they tried to lighten the situation she really couldn't care less. You didn't win the game and suddenly everything in your life got easier, every victor had their own way of coping with everything they had seen and done. Each one was a seasoned actor by this point, except for the one that one the year before whichever reaping came up, and they knew how to turn these kids into entertainment. She straigthened her harness over the silk of her shirt, allowing the cold of the metal calm her mind as she prepared to face the hordes later, and sat down on the plush loveseat in the room nodding pensively.

"True, I'm not even sure how to sell yet another meathead to the masses." But rather he win than the young girl. Girls who won should make themselves dangerous or hideous for their own sake. "I'll take that bet though, brutes could become protectors so if we make sure he teams up with someone smart he'll at least survive 30 minutes. How much do you want for that bet?"

#naturesloophole #🌙 character. | watch me make them bow one by one. ( hope )#🌙 interaction. | ( erica x hope )#🌙 relationship. | i will choose her hapiness over mine every time. ( hope & erica )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#012: panems darling │v: hg #🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

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Meme call time.

Like this post and comment the muse you want me to send memes from/to, or feel free to use this as a reason to send memes to me as well.

#meme call #🌙 ooc. | hazel eyes and tongue laced with sarcasm.#alright its like 4 am so i'll leave this here whilst i hopefully get a few hours of sleep

naturesloophole

𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 . . . A glass of Posca in hand, as Hope comes up from behind to look at the city below. Her stomach was in knots as her sister spoke about the tributes that they might get tomorrow, along with the mere fact that it was tomorrow. It wasn't something anyone could forget. The news anchors in the square talk about it so fondly, & all the TV has been playing leading up to it has been about the victors of years past. It's hard to forget when it is shoved in your face from the moment you wake up to when you go to bed.

A thirteen-year-old would never win the games. If they do, it is rare. So rare that Hope could name on one hand the number of times that someone that young has won the games against 14-18 year olds. Hope shivers at the thought of watching someone so young be put through the tortures of the games for the entertainment of people like President Snow. Erica calls this process an auction & she's right. It is like cattle being auctioned off to slaughterhouses. ❝You know, I would venture to guess we will get a 15 & 16 year old.❞

Hope takes a sip of the honey-flavored wine in her hand. The taste is better than she could have hoped for. It goes down smoother than a bottle of moonshine made in the backyard of someone in town. ❝Hopefully, we get a winner.❞ Everyone could benefit from someone winning in their district.

❝I'm not so fussy about the age.❞ She lies. The younger ones always kill her inside to see. But someone has to die in these games & she has come to realize that the young ones are always the losers ❝As long as we get someone in our roster that could win, I'll be fine.❞ Maybe it was a cold thing to say, but Hope was known for appearing cold to the outside world while crying on the inside. Since her games, Hope has hardly let her own twin in, but that's because at first, Hope had thought the cross to bear was only her own. That maybe Snow wouldn't take it out on her family again so soon. Then came Erica's game the following year.

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Leaning her head against the cool railing of the balcony, Erica allowed herself to slouch her back. This week was always hard, for everyone in all the districts. She'd grown too used to the violence, the families torn apart by this game and forced to watch as children went head to head. Only 3 years before tomorrow she had been one of those family members forced to let her sister go away, forced to watch as she and her boyfriend went into the arena together.

She can't imagine how she'd feel coaching a thirteen-year-old. Being a mentor, she had realized, killed a part of your soul. She finally understood why her father could lock himself up for days after the games he'd been a mentor in, and he'd been doing this far longer than she had. "Yeah I suppose we will." She could count on one hand how many victors had been under fifteen so the odds of a younger one winning the games, or even lasting longer than an hour in the arena, were impossibly slim.

She stood up and went to pour herself a glass, taking a pensive sip and allowing the honey tones to warm her up. "I guess we'll see who they're up against on the train after the reaping, we'll at least try to make them into a winner"

Tilting her head and raising her brow at her sisters reply Erica could already tell they were lies. Younger ones are brutal, at least that's what she'd overheard her father say one year to her mother after he came back. She hadn't understood what he meant at that age, not being old enough to even participate in the reaping by then, but now she knew. The younger ones had killed a part of Erica during her own games, she'd tried to close herself off once she came back but that's nearly impossible when your family already has two victors. Instead she got to good at closing off her emotions for months on end and only allowing them out when she trained, it's hard to stop once you know the world is out to get you and if nothing else looking like a bitch kept people from getting too close to her.

"Then I guess we'd better hope we get ones with a little fire in them."

#naturesloophole #🌙 character. | watch me make them bow one by one. ( hope )#🌙 interaction. | ( erica x hope )#🌙 relationship. | i will choose her hapiness over mine every time. ( hope & erica )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#012: panems darling │v: hg

Ngl I really want to add off campus verses for some muses...

#🌙 ooc. | hazel eyes and tongue laced with sarcasm.#i might have binged it last night...

Gonna spend tomorrow working on some verses and then friday and the weekend will be spent on replies!

#🌙 ooc. | hazel eyes and tongue laced with sarcasm.

@theceruleanskye asked : “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” - Freya to Erica || misc prompts for your feels

Erica was tired. Tired of being looked at all of her life, but she couldn't say that to her aunt. Not after everything the family had been through and especially not knowing that Freya existed after all this time. Maybe this family wasn't meant to be safe from the horrors of this game, even her hidden away aunt was dragged into them if only as a stylist.

"Does it really matter if I do? It's not the first time the games will have split up families."

She didn't believe her own words, after all her sister had made it through her own games just the year before. Erica would not be the reason she didn't get to see her sister for another season. She shook her head to ground herself and her face set in a steely resolve.

"No matter, we can talk like this after I make it out. Now tell me about the tribute parade, what is the plan for the outfits?"

#theceruleanskye #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x freya )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#🌙 answered. | gods dont speak in whispers.#012: panems darling │v: hg #🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

@theceruleanskye asked : “ just rest, i’m here. ” - Josie to Erica || misc prompts for your feels

The blonde girl was exhausted, but she'd never been good at resting her mind a constant mess of thoughts and strategies needed in her life. Even if she wanted to listen to the other girl and knew her body needed the time to recuperate she wasn't sure how. Her head on the pillow in her room helped some but she still scrunched her brows in confusion. Rest. How long ago was it since she actually rested?

"I'm fine Josie, I don't need you to babysit me."

Her voice slightly humorous as she still found the other girls concern flattering. She tried to sit up, her entire body aching, but felt her head spin.

"But maybe I'll just stay... vertical, at least for a few seconds."

#theceruleanskye #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x josie )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#v: tbd #🌙 answered. | gods dont speak in whispers.#🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

@theceruleanskye asked : “ please, let me help you. ” - Lizzie to Erica || misc prompts for your feels

Erica kept staying turned away from the other blonde, not wanting to look at her lest she would loose her composure. She never knew how to accept help from someone, much less someone she wasn't related to. She thought it was a sign that she was independent but ask anyone else and they'd probably disagree with her sentiment.

"It's fine, I can handle it myself."

Why was the other blonde so insistent on helping her? What motive could she possibly have, it wasn't as if Erica was particularly warm and cuddly. In fact she had been pretty persistant about keeping everyone but her family at arms length.

"Why do you even want to help me Lizzie?"

#theceruleanskye #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x lizzie )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#v: tbd #🌙 answered. | gods dont speak in whispers.#🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

brittsmemes

Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

NAME:

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PICTURE:

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#🌙 memes. | am i more than you bargained for.#🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

@witchyxwoo liked for a plotted starter between Olivia and Erica

Erica sat on the bench with a book in her lap, lazily flipping through the pages as she tried to overcome the onset of boredom. It had been awhile since she had a quiet moment to herself and somehow her body had gotten used to the sudden adrenaline rush of everything changing. Not that she had ever been particularly fond of most changes but it had become routine in her everyday.

Mystic falls had never been particularly mundane in the time she had spent there but it had become predictable.

Until she saw her. Someone she'd never seen or smelled in this town before. The blondes head snapped up immediately, looking for the newcomer as she mentally discarded her book. Eyes locking in on the brunette, she slowly stood.

Walking over to her newfound interest Erica wasn't sure what she expected but when her interest piqued she couldn’t stop it.

"Hey, are you new here?"

#witchyxwoo #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x olivia )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#001: always and forever │ v: main #🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

@witchyxwoo liked for a plotted starter between Freya and Erica

Stepping onto the busy street the blonde took a deep breath as she looked over the quarter. Home. No matter where she went this place would always be home to her. So much had happened in this place for her family and even though it was the only place she truly felt like herself, the place held so much heartache for her.

Looking at the masses she couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face as she recognized the steps behind her.

"You are aware that I'd recognize your steps even in the noise from bourbon street auntie?"

She turned around and the smile spread as she finally saw her.

#witchyxwoo #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x freya )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#v: tbd #🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

@theceruleanskye liked for a plotted starter between Lizzie and Erica

The blonde looked over the area for the victors, same people she'd seen with her father growing up and that she'd had to mingle with for the past 2 years since her own games. Most of them had become accustomed to the ritual of the games, even she had slowly gotten numb from the routine of plastered on smiles and constant camera exposure. Of course one face stood out amongst all of these seasoned actors, the last years Victor.

Setting down her champagne flute on a nearby tray Erica walked towards the blonde that had managed to beat out her own trainees last year, whilst subtly looking around with a bored expression to take note of any possible cameras that might’ve invaded the mentors room.

"Welcome to the pageant, newbie." She looked over the blonde that slightly towered over her with shrewd calculation. She hoped this one wouldn't break, she'd been intriguing to watch.

"Now you're just like the rest of us, shiny trophies to bring out every year. Hope you're ready for cameras in your face at every moment for the rest of your life."

#theceruleanskye #🌙 interaction. | ( erica x lizzie )#🌙 muse. | you said i'm too much to handle. ( erica )#012: panems darling │v: hg #🌙 queue. | oh don't be such a sour queue.

rawrmeansmemes

IRON MAN 2 ( 2010 ) SENTENCE STARTERS

Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to exit the donut.

If you try to escape, or play any sort of games with me, I will taze you and watch “Supernanny” while you drool into the carpet.

I told you I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.

Oh, that’s right, a prison cell. I’ll send you a bar of soap.

I’m surprised you can keep your mouth shut.

Is there anything real about you?

It means you can either drive yourself home or I can have you collected.

I don’t like people handing me things just put it down there.

She is potentially a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep ogling her like that.

The point is you’re welcome, I guess.

I tried to play ball with these ass-clowns.

Okay, give me a smooch for good luck, I might not make it back!

You complete me!

That tastes like coconut… and metal!

May I say how refreshing it is to finally see you on a video with your clothing on, sir.

Ooh, sorry… funny how annoying a little prick can be, isn’t it?

You don’t know better.

Oh God, are you gonna steal my kidney and sell it?

Could you please not do anything awful for five seconds?

I thought I was ogling her?

You look like two seals fighting over a grape.

I’d love to leave my door unlocked at night, but this ain’t Canada.

Drop your socks and grab your crocs, we’re about to get wet on this ride.

I’ve got my eye on you.

Yeah, it’s called “being a badass”!

I lost both the kids in the divorce.

Perfect. I’ll be there at 11.

What? Blow something up? I already did that.

You sound pretty spry for a dead guy.

What’s the point of owning a race car if you can’t drive it?

I’m the one who put you in this position. Forget it.

No, it’s your fault. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.

If there’s one thing I’ve proven it’s that you can count on me to pleasure myself.

I need you too, that’s what I’m trying to…

Oh man, you can have your suit back.

It’s good to be back

You know, there’s only 8,011 things that I really need to talk to you about.

If this was the last birthday party you were going to have, what would you do?

I would do whatever I wanted to do, with whomever I wanted to do it with.

I am very real. I’m the realest person you’re ever gonna meet.

Come on, you know you want to. Give me another smooch.

You’re out of control, gorgeous.

I’ll get my revenge on you, someday!

I am sorry… All I can give you… is my knowledge.

#🌙 memes. | am i more than you bargained for.

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

this post is officially here. if this is something you are interested in, mention the muse(s) you want to plot with. i won’t be limiting this since i love plotting things out, the only necessity is chemistry ( if you want the plot to feature a ship ). this plotting call includes any and all verses so if you have a preference for a verse please let me know. by liking this post, you give me permission to:

slide into your messages to discuss possible plots (i'll try to come up with one or two ideas before this but of course you can veto them!)

make little mood boards for any plot ideas i/we come up with, if the muse strikes.

check out your muses (if you are a multi) to see which ones i can see my muses interacting with and come up with muses from my roster that could work with yours, if you have a specific muse of mine or yours that you want to plot with please let me know.

possibly discuss ships (depending on if we have interacted before) and i do not only mean romantic, but if you want to be sure that we discuss ships please like my shipping call.

#plotting call #🌙 ooc. | hazel eyes and tongue laced with sarcasm.

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