Finnick O'Dair

Victor of the 65th Hunger Games. RP Blog. Mun and muse are above 21. LGTB friendly. Read rules before interacting.

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[coffeecupmemes]

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[thestackman]

— ❛❛ 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣’ 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣’ 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠. ❜❜

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃.

A new portrayal of Jason Stackhouse from True Blood. New to the character and fandom, written by: #Endure. Literate and descriptive, will match in detail. Flexible depending on interactions / storylines. Minors do not interact, DEAD DOVE !

Shipping: with heavy chemistry only! OC and AU friendly. Crossovers are welcome.

( Graphic by: @mindoffiend )

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[zanephillips]

SAM HEUGHAN Men in Kilts: A Roadtrip with Sam and Graham S02E01

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The monotony of being a mentor had been getting to him the past few years. He’d fall back into the routine of it soon enough, he always did. The first few days felt as exhausting as always and Gloss frequently found himself drifting from reality. He was usually fairly good at appearing as if he was paying attention. It wasn’t as if he was actually needed for anything yet, just needed to be seen. 

This it seemed wasn’t one of those situations as someone was trying to talk to him. He blinked back to reality, realising Finnick had moved into the spot he’d been staring at. Gloss rubbed his eyes hard before giving him a tired smile. 

“Sorry Finnick I was a million miles away there. How’ve you been? It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you”

Finnick was one of the few people Gloss could actually be genuine with, he’d known him long enough and since they’d gotten close while introducing Finnick to the Capitol so now he felt more at ease around him than he did with most people. 

[odairisms]

Amidst the treacherous waters of the Capitol, trust was a scarce commodity, a delicate thread that few dared to weave. Finnick O'Dair, with his charm and charisma, navigated these murky depths with practiced ease, yet the shadow of President Snow's influence loomed large, casting doubt upon his every interaction. Despite his affable nature, most chose to keep their distance, wary of the whispered tales that tainted his reputation. Among the few exceptions stood Gloss, a familiar face in a sea of strangers, bound to him by a debt owed to the Capitol that transcended mere coin.

Taking his place beside Gloss, Finnick settled into the seat with a lighthearted grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the shared burdens they carried. Observing Gloss's weary countenance, a testament to sleepless nights spent monitoring the games, Finnick understood the weight of responsibility that rested upon his shoulders. In the Capitol's twisted game of power and manipulation, he had learned the art of letting go, a resignation born of the harsh realities he faced.

"Congratulations are in order! While the Capitol revels in intoxication, you remain steadfast in your sobriety, Gloss," Finnick quipped, his tone playful as he beckoned for a bottle of water. "Is it a testament to your willpower or a reflection of the inadequacy of alcohol to dull your senses? Perhaps Haymitch could offer some pointers on the art of indulgence," he jested, a fleeting attempt to inject levity into the somber atmosphere that enveloped them.

[odairisms]

Amidst the treacherous waters of the Capitol, trust was a scarce commodity, a delicate thread that few dared to weave. Finnick O'Dair, with his charm and charisma, navigated these murky depths with practiced ease, yet the shadow of President Snow's influence loomed large, casting doubt upon his every interaction. Despite his affable nature, most chose to keep their distance, wary of the whispered tales that tainted his reputation. Among the few exceptions stood Gloss, a familiar face in a sea of strangers, bound to him by a debt owed to the Capitol that transcended mere coin.

Taking his place beside Gloss, Finnick settled into the seat with a lighthearted grin and a mischievous glint in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the shared burdens they carried. Observing Gloss's weary countenance, a testament to sleepless nights spent monitoring the games, Finnick understood the weight of responsibility that rested upon his shoulders. In the Capitol's twisted game of power and manipulation, he had learned the art of letting go, a resignation born of the harsh realities he faced.

"Congratulations are in order! While the Capitol revels in intoxication, you remain steadfast in your sobriety, Gloss," Finnick quipped, his tone playful as he beckoned for a bottle of water. "Is it a testament to your willpower or a reflection of the inadequacy of alcohol to dull your senses? Perhaps Haymitch could offer some pointers on the art of indulgence," he jested, a fleeting attempt to inject levity into the somber atmosphere that enveloped them.

[boybreaded]

"What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction."

... a study in staying true to yourself even when all you are is stripped from you, love that is so endless that fighting for it is as natural as breathing, how putting the life and happiness of others above your own is baffling to those very people, how disabilities manifest physically and mentally, how the smallest things make you you and sometimes it takes another to point them out, and how peeta mellark burned right alongside the girl on fire ...

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"I am relaxed." she says through gritted teeth, following along as well as she could. It was a lie, of course. Nothing could stop the panic she would feel when something like this happened-and it happened often. After Coin and Snow's demises, she stopped knowing who all to trust, so for all Katniss knew someone could have been pretending to be her friend and actually just spying, for whatever reason. That apprehension would always stick with her, though...you could never escape the horrors of anything to do with the hunger games, whether it be through nightmares, or the distrust of anyone around you...not that she was constantly too close to anyone she knew then.

"I just don't dance," she mutters truthfully. but it doesn't support the half of anxiety she was feeling. She would never look so perturbed about her finesse. Anyone who knows her knows that. Her brows knit together as she tries to focus regardless, before the song ends and Finnick pulls her to sit down, and she can see the concern etching his handsome features. It looked a little weird now, contrasting to the cockiness he exhibited when they first met during the quarter quell.

Katniss did feel alone, but it was not as if she was unprecedented to the emotion. She grew up alone, after all...it was only more strange now because of her having met the people she did during the rebellion. She didn't like to confide in Peeta for the sole reason that he would genuinely drop everything in healing himself to help her. Katniss knew he struggled just as much sometimes, staring at his white knuckles and eyes squeezed shut after she returned from a hunt, or when they were simply relaxing. She felt a burden just as much as he did somedays.

But he deserved to know this. He said no more secrets and she told him real. She couldn't let him get that jumbled up, couldn't let him question himself, let alone her. She needed to be straightforward, because that's what Peeta deserved, and it's what Finnick was suggesting...and out of everyone here, Finnick might just understand Katniss the most when it came to people like Peeta and Annie.

She takes a long pause, sparing a glance in Peeta's direction tension filling the air between her and Finnick as she thinks. Feeling too inarticulate to respond verbally, she just gives a small nod, before forcing herself to speak properly, "It's safe."

[odairisms]

Finnick tenderly clasped her hand, guiding her away from the pulsating rhythm of the dance floor, his voice a mere whisper amidst the cacophony of music. "If you tighten your grip any further, sweetheart, you might just shatter those delicate fingers. Let's not pretend you're relaxed, hm? I can see right through it," he murmured, concern lacing his words, as he led her back to their seats in the dimly lit District 12. The eerie hush of their surroundings stood in stark contrast to the vibrant Capitol parties, where Finnick had once been the darling of the revelers.

"I may not be your favorite person, but if you need someone to listen without judgment, I'm here for you. Lord knows I've got my own share of sins to reckon with, and I carry the weight of regret deep within," Finnick paused, his hand reaching for a beer, his gaze searching for hers. The scars that marred his body bore witness to the darkness he had endured.

Finnick hesitated, well aware of Katniss's transparent nature and the raw truths she embodied. She served as a constant reminder of the harsh realities of their world. Yet, he believed that perhaps she needed a gentle nudge, a tender push to coax her out of the confines of her self-imposed isolation. And just maybe, he thought, placing her trust in Peeta was the first step toward her own healing.

"I'm relieved to see your relationship finally finding some solace," he finally spoke, his words infused with genuine relief as his gaze lingered upon Katniss. Their journey had been marred by pain and loss, but in that fleeting moment, the fractures of their brokenness revealed a glimmer of hope.

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Not half as discreetly, Katniss looks around a bit before catching sight of the woman, immediately recognizing her, and she suddenly felt something in her stomach twist. Now this was more than a valid reason to lighten up. To think that now that the rebellion was over meant that they were safe and in control was quickly deemed foolish—not that she ever felt that they’d get there. She had to remain semi-positive, mostly for Peeta.

She looks back at Finnick and forces a smile, though she knows to anyone who knows her might be very aware it wasn’t the realest thing ever. She never was the best at pretending, anyways. That was Peeta’s thing. But…over time she got better, especially when Peeta wasn’t around to do the talking—not that she needed to play or be nice during the rebellion—and maybe, the whole time, she was being more herself than anything…that angry violent Katniss Everdeen. But how couldn’t she be? She had lost nearly everything and everyone she ever cared about.

She wonders how many drugs the physciatrist was already planning to pump into her. She looks at Finnick as they dance, and trying to ignore how clumsy her feet are being, just shy of stepping on his feet, she grins like he just said something funny, but her voice is soft when she speaks, “How long have they been looking?”

[odairisms]

"You need to relax, let me do the work" Finnick gracefully swayed with Katniss to the rhythm of the music, his voice carrying a protective aura as his words of guidance enveloped her. He understood that she couldn't simply pretend that nothing had transpired, and he didn't expect her to. Yet, he implored her to venture out, to resist the pull of excuses. The strain etched across her face, the weight of her choices pressing down upon her shoulders. As he tenderly lowered her to the ground, concern gnawed at his heart, for he knew all too well the toll it was exacting on her.

"I spotted her a few hours ago. Annie caught a glimpse of her profile, and yours too," he disclosed, his voice tinged with worry. Katniss found herself isolated, with her mother absent and Haymitch residing in a distant district. Finnick's own apprehensions were compounded by the uncertainty surrounding Peeta's mental state in the aftermath of their shared trials. She was the sole person he could lean on, and the mere thought of burdening her further pained him deeply.

"Is it safe for us to confide in Peeta about this?" he inquired, his gaze intently searching hers for any glimmer of reassurance. He longed to safeguard her, to shield her from further harm. Yet, he realized that he couldn't shoulder the burden alone. She needed someone who comprehended the depths of her anguish, someone who stood by her side.

As they sat in companionable silence, the weight of their unspoken words hung heavy in the air, akin to an oppressive fog. Finnick understood that their world had shattered, and he was resolute in his determination to mend it, if only for the sake of Katniss. However, he knew all too well that he couldn't accomplish it alone.

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She feels her eyes roll. She could only imagine how much less bearable meeting Finnick would have been if he wasn't spoken for, even more so if she hadn't been. Guys like Finnick drive a girl insane, and for Katniss, it wasn't and probably could never in any universe be in the good way. She still couldn't believe Gale once thought that he had wanted her when all the two did was mope together over Peeta and Annie, having to be sedated every time they were even reminded that they were in the capitol.

...but days like those were over now.

Peeta was still recovering, but he had come back home, and he lived with Katniss now, and well, the recovery was going decent enough...he had his moments. But, altogether, now, it was much happier than it's ever been. She should lighten up, for Annie and Finnick after all, to celebrate them away from eyes that didn't matter...but a part of her still was always there. In the games, and in District 13, in that nightmare of the first 17 years of her life.

"We wouldn't get along half as well as we do now if I knew you then," she replies shortly.

She then spares a glance Annie's way, immediately realizing why Finnick approached her in the first place. Then she looks at Peeta. He sits alone, and he's looking in her direction, giving a small smile and nod.

She looks back at Finnick, "Fine," she says, not bothering with a smile, standing up. "One dance."

[odairisms]

"Just put on a show and attempt to do it. You are being watched" He discreetly whispered in her ear when he noticed they were being observed in the distance by a long tall woman who seemed not so discreetly making notes in a small notebook.  It was quite obvious she was not from the districts because she looked much better fed than they were. Her pale, almost sickly complexion was an unmistakable sign, she was from district 13. 

Knowing well the loses Katniss had in the Capitol, Finnick understood her reasons for being upset about life in general. Yet, what it was important now was to make sure there was some improvement in her behavior because he knew the psychiatrist Parlor had assigned to her was toying with the idea of mandatory prescribing her with drugs, which in the long term it was something Finnick thought it would make her more bad than good.

"You won't believe this, but I've learned to appreciate you, Katniss. I really do. I don't want them to chemically lobotomize you"  He quietly said while they were dancing, hoping she understood he was honestly trying to help her.

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FINNICK ODAIR(@odairisms) & KATNISS EVERDEEN(@evrdeenzz)

It didn't occur to her who was standing in front of her at first, because it wouldn't be Peeta. Not with that leg of his. She had already told him she wasn't interested anyways.

She's a little thrown off when it's Finnick Odair instead, hand outstretched towards her and a smile on his face, to which she deadpans slightly, remaining seated.

Even if she was interested, she was no good at dancing. She didn't really know that people even enjoyed music until Rue, after all. So dancing was a whole other story.

"Don't you have a wife to be dancing with, Finnick?" She asks, unamused.

[odairisms]

Finnick couldn't help but be captivated by Annie's irresistible charm. No matter how hard he tried, he could never say 'no' to her. When she asked him to take Katniss for a dance, he arched an eyebrow in disbelief, silently questioning if she was serious. He didn't need much to know that Katniss was likely to decline. Nevertheless, Finnick tenderly kissed Annie, his love for her evident in every touch, and took Katniss by the hand, leading her onto the dance floor.

As they swayed to the music in the small gathering at what remained of the victor village, Finnick tried his best to lift Katniss's spirits. It had been Annie's idea to bring some joy into her life after all she had endured. Finnick's instincts proved correct, as Katniss greeted him with a less-than-enthusiastic expression that spoke volumes. "It's just dancing, Katniss, not cheating," he reassured, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "I must admit, being the first woman to openly reject me could have been seen as a personal challenge a couple of years ago. But this is harmless," he added, gesturing towards Annie, who was eagerly encouraging Katniss to join them on the dance floor. It was clear that Annie had orchestrated this little scheme.

[coffeecupmemes]

Send my character messages that you think will strike a nerve.

Whether the reaction be anger or sadness.

(meme originally made by avengingson, who has since deactivated)

[resourcesofaqueen]

send 👀 + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.

your muse = sender, my muse = receiver.

[selfsaving]

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

[messeduphood]

I'm almost back home. I roleplay in discord if mutuals are interested :) Just DM me.