𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃: 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈: 𝙳𝙾𝙲 (𝟸𝟿++) 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼: 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝚅𝙴. 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙰𝚃. 𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳: 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸
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𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴: 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃: 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈: 𝙳𝙾𝙲 (𝟸𝟿++) 𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼: 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝚅𝙴. 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙰𝚃. 𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳: 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸
@towngirlreaped : “Never dying, in a fate worse than death.” ((re: Ampert. Perhaps perhaps.))
beetee is silent for a long moment. it's hard to find a word to say that feels... right. in a situation that is beyond wrong.
it has been beyond wrong since the day ampert was reaped. his wife had fainted, beetee catching her, kneeling as he held onto her. he knew in that moment, snow was watching... and sneering. so, beetee held his head as high as he could and nodded to his young son, he would be strong for ampert, even though he knew it was no use.
ampert latier was dead in that very moment.
it did not make his death in the arena any easier. beetee also knew that this was now his own fate. never dying. snow would keep him alive to slowly pluck the ones he loved from his life. or all at once? he would never see it coming until it was too late.
"yes," he finally says. a soft, but confident response. he looked at maysilee, the newest victor, not long after the quarter quell, 50th hunger games, and gave her the smallest knowing, heartbreakingly sad smile that he could muster.
"it is a fate worse than death," he nodded gently, one time in agreement. "my advice to you, maysilee, they are not bluffing."
they, of course, being the capitol, who now had another victor victim in the palm of their hands.
@onebigerror gets a plotted thingy!!!
it has been a difficult 24 hours, but finally, haymitch arrives, glitz spring by his side, bag full of medications tucked into his inside pocket of his jacket that he plops on the table where beetee sits.
"says she needs these to keep the symptoms at bay, but there's no markings, and frankly, i ain't buyin' it. wouldn't let her take 'em yet. thought you might wanna look at 'em first..." haymitch says.
beetee's eyes fall to the bag, pushing his glasses up when the situation fully registers and he looks up at the girl---well... the woman the girl has become---standing next to haymitch looking frail, pallid, and unsure as a fading scent of roses hits his nostrils. he lets his glasses fall back in place and for a moment, pauses.
he rolls backwards, away from the table his wheelchair sits at and stops in front of haymitch and the girl woman. "you look just like your mother did at this age," beetee says, once more pushing those glasses up, tears beginning to cloud his vision. "haymitch, please alert wiress that you both have arrived..." he turns to spring as haymitch leaves the room. "are you alright... spring?" beetee asks, voice soft.
down the hallway, he finds wiress in the kitchen and gives her a warm smile. "hey, sweetheart," he greets her with a hug. "she's home," he says as he squeezes wiress softly. "we did it."
@onebigerror asked: ‘ i spent my life arguing how i mattered until it didn’t matter . ’ (from wiress)
there's a small stretch of silence, neither comfortable or uncomfortable, simply... silent. beetee always chooses his words carefully, now more than ever. he takes wiress' hand and places it in his own, giving it a small squeeze.
she was only a child, but really, so was he. neither should be forced into an arena, and yet... beetee's heart breaks for wiress. tributes were always scared, looked smaller than they were, especially in three, but wiress seemed particularly so.
"while you may as though you have never mattered, please know that you and your life do matter to me. i abhor these games..."
the last is simply a venting statement. "i am sorry this happened to you, wiress," he says after another moment of pause. and then, a light bulb.
"you have spent your life feeling invisible, isn't that right?" he asks, index finger pushing his glasses up, peering out from beneath them with a small, hopeful giggle.
I GOTTA CATCH UP THE PROMO BUT URL CHANGE > @punishmentcoded
a dad joke that i say all the time irl is one that beetee also says often...
technology is great when it works!
[EXTREMELY HAUNTED & HOLLOW-EYED LOOK] yeah man i’m doing. Really good
𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔
‘ i’ll find you again , wherever we end up next . ’
‘ the enormity of my desire disgusts me . ’
‘ please , one more kiss in the kitchen before we turn the lights off . ’
‘ i’ve been lost but i’m here now . you’re the only person who has ever been able to find me . ’
‘ almost dead yesterday , maybe dead tomorrow , but alive , gloriously alive , today . ’
‘ you are not broken . ’
‘ you can love and be loved , despite what may feel like the eternally brutal nature of the world . ’
‘ i did violence to my own heart . ’
‘ will i be forgiven for the sins i did not commit , but created ? ’
‘ i would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun . ’
‘ i would rather break the world than lose you . ’
‘ i think you and i have known each other in a few lifetimes . ’
‘ i didn’t know . i had no idea how greedy my heart really was . ’
‘ is that why the idea of losing you torments me so much ? ’
‘ how long have i been without you ? ’
‘ am i foolish for wanting this ? it will end in flames . it always does . ’
‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth . i wish it was mine . ’
‘ if i love you , is that a fact or a weapon ? ’
‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us . ’
‘ and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isn’t the one you thought it would be . ’
‘ it cannot be a mistake to have cared . it cannot be an error to have tried . it cannot be incorrect to have loved . ’
‘ finally , i plead guilty of adoring you . ’
‘ a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort . ’
‘ without realizing , i find it in myself that i cannot stop thinking about you . ’
‘ tomorrow , when i wake up , i promise , i will be better . ’
‘ someone has to leave first . this is a very old story . there is no other version of this story . ’
‘ when i imagine myself , i am always leaving . i couldn’t draw my own face if god asked . ’
‘ do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it ? ’
‘ i wanted to let go of the pain even though it was the last thing that felt alive from you . ’
‘ have i endured loneliness with grace ? ’
‘ i’ll be your slaughterhouse , your killing floor , your morgue and final resting , walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause i couldn’t make you love me and i am tired of pulling your teeth . ’
‘ and then my soul saw you and kind of went , ‘ oh , there you are . i’ve been looking for you . ’ ’
‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’
‘ i spent my life arguing how i mattered until it didn’t matter . ’
‘ who knew my haven would be my coffin ? ’
‘ dead is the safest i’ve ever been . ’
‘ i’ve never been so alive . ’
‘ you know what i was gonna tell you before , but didn’t have the nerve ? you got your name written all over me . i got my name written on you , too . ’
‘ you already are something . you always were . and you still have time to be . ’
‘ you know me by heart . it infuriates me that you know me by heart . ’
‘ why am i waiting for you ? hungering and thirsting for you in every cranny of my soul and even in my ribs ? ’
‘ you came with a handful of pain and a smile which broke the ground under my feet as the earthquake does when two people meet . ’
‘ the only good thing is that i’m getting used to suffering . ’
‘ the return to time was not my choice . ’
‘ we are built to live inside each other . this means we are built to ruin . ’
‘ time does not bring relief ; you all have lied . ’
‘ time does not know how to keep our hopes safe . ’
‘ you needed me so much that you had to end me . ’
‘ there are days where i am morbidly in love with you , and this is one of those days . ’
‘ i know no end to desiring you . ’
‘ i fear that i am both too much yet not enough . ’
‘ yes , yes , yes , i do like you . i am afraid to say the stronger word . ’
‘ a heart’s a heavy burden . ’
‘ life , as i see it , is all about farewells rather than reunions . ’
‘ heaven is real and you only had two minutes to prove it to me . ’
‘ it was already love . ’
‘ everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that they deserve it . ’
‘ i’ll love you until i forget how to . ’
‘ i’ll love you until i forget how to and then i’ll fall like my knees aren’t already bruised from doing it and i’ll remember why you’re worth the ache . ’
‘ of course i’ll hurt you . of course you’ll hurt me . of course we’ll hurt each other . but this is the very condition of existence . ’
‘ nothing makes me sadder and nothing makes me happier than you . ’
‘ i love you and i do not want to love you , it is too much and too difficult . ’
‘ grief is just love with no place to go . ’
‘ i felt my life with both my hands to see if it was there . ’
‘ you do this , you do . you take the things you love and you tear them apart . ’
‘ i hope it’s love . i’m trying really hard to make it love . ’
‘ if you touch me again i might burn up in the cold air . ’
‘ i asked you not to leave several times . ’
‘ i’ve only adored you lifetimes ago and here we are . it’s nice to see you again . ’
‘ all time ever does is pass and all i ever do is remember . ’
‘ i feel as though we were never strangers , you and i , not even for a moment . ’
‘ i’d choose you ; in a hundred different lifetimes , in a hundred worlds , in any version of reality , i’d find you and i’d choose you . ’
‘ nothing about this is soft but we pretend . ’
‘ maybe you and i are just a dream . ’
‘ i know you loved me too , you knew me , and it gladdens my heart . ’
‘ i promise i shall never give up and that i’ll die yelling and laughing . ’
‘ i don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision . ’
‘ the world was made so that we could find each other in it . ’
‘ you don’t meet the people you love , you recognize them . ’
‘ i think you and i have known each other a few lifetimes . ’
‘ this body knows fear like a front porch knows welcome – it is always coming home . ’
‘ i miss you more than i remember you . ’
‘ if i could have done it all again , i would have loved you better . but i could not have loved you more . ’
‘ we could have been happy . i know that , and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know . ’
‘ you want a better story . who wouldn’t ? ’
what folklore monster are you descended from?
*↳source loading... *↳if descended then: GHOUL
There is a part of you shaped by craving — not for food or flesh, but for what is missing. Your inner ghoul is born from emptiness that learned to walk on two legs, a hunger so old it has teeth. You feel the thrum of what you’ve lost even if you can’t name it: a version of yourself that never lived, a love that slipped away, a future you were promised but never reached. People sense this in you — that echo of yearning, that uncanny sharpness beneath your calm. You are the one who sees what’s rotting beneath the surface, who recognizes decay in places others insist are whole. Your power is your persistence; your curse is your appetite for what can never truly be restored. You are drawn to the forgotten, the forbidden, the nearly-dead pieces of the world… and they are drawn to you.
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The dull thud of bombs hitting the surface made the air in the bunker feel thin, like it was running out, and Gabriel had to clench his jaw just to keep from hyperventilating. He felt suffocatingly large in the narrow corridors, a six-foot-five giant hunching to avoid the lights, sweating through his shirt as the urge to claw at the walls rose in his throat. He stumbled into Beetee's workshop desperate for the high ceilings, but when the older man silently kicked a chair his way, Gabriel didn't sit so much as collapse, his knees finally giving out. "Oh... yes. Thank you," he mumbled, wiping cold sweat from his face and gripping the seat, humiliated that he was shaking not from the war, but from the simple, crushing fear of being trapped.
beetee peeked up at gabriel from under his glasses, his fingertip ever so slightly lifting the lenses then letting them fall back in place as he tucked back under his desk in his wheelchair.
"you don't seem the type to be ruffled by a few bombs dropping," he said as he continued to tinker away, tools moving here and there as he pieced together what would eventually become an auto-loading crossbow for gale specifically.
"you're not... unwell, i hope," he pauses briefly and turns to look the towering, sweaty man up and down once more before returning to his tinkering without waiting for a response.
the reason beetee knew the electrocution would work in the quarter quell is because that is how he won his own games. it was done in quite a different manner, harnessing heat lightning from his own games that was present every night. his own setup was far more primitive, as he did not know the specifics of the arena at the time he won his games. he was only thirteen.
throughout the victory tour, it was discovered that beetee was quite the inventor, his room filled with projects that had bugs, flawed designs, or that he was currently trying to make better. his district is known for technology, so the fact that he impressed his escort and mentor enough for them to mention it to their bosses was a big deal. suddenly beetee was making and creating inventions for the capitol, just as he had always dreamed of doing.
except... he had never imagined the cost of such a dream. who was he to complain though? he was a victor and a beloved inventor. he had it made.
but all the technology in the world couldn't stop the nightmares. and he tried... oh he tried. scrapped projects that he threw out were promptly, and secretly confiscated by the capitol and given to others to... improve upon beetee's designs.
many of the behavioral modification techniques used on the victims were likely derived from concepts and ideas that beetee himself had conjured up. he was never out to hurt, only to help. sadly, oftentimes they hurt instead of help when placed into the wrong hands.
beetee's hands were never the wrong ones, but the people controlling his hands were.
reminder that beetee won his games by electrocuting six tributes at once.
finally finished and hoping it would function properly, he had summoned nimue for a final fitting and first test of her new prosthetic arm.
beetee made nimue's request his top priority, failing to meet one of coin's deadlines, but that didn't matter as much as this did.
when she called out to him upon her arrival, beetee's eyes lit up. he quickly rolled over to the table behind him, picked up the arm and turned towards her, offering it.
"the final fitting! let's see how this feels," he motioned for her to help place it properly. "how does that feel? the fingers should pick up on the neurological signals and act accordingly," he added with excitement as he pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
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@towngirlreaped asked: you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me.
beetee nodded, trying to focus on maysilee's voice. it was incredibly unfortunate that he got shocked by his own device that he had been working on for hours on end now. president coin wanted it up and running as fast as humanly possible and as it turns out... it would still be a bit longer now.
beetee felt like he was still buzzing with electricity, that if he spoke it may act as a shock collar and somehow give him an additional full body shock.
part of his very intelligent mind knew this was anxiety-related and not actually what would happen.
another part could only see it happening again if any ion were to slightly unalign with itself, the effects could prove disastrous.
he took a slow breath in and focused on what he could feel. he focused less on the buzzing that screamed beneath his skin---this amount of electricity should have stopped his heart entirely---and more on the gentle, warm touch of maysilee's hand on his shoulder.
admittedly... he doesn't know if it had actually stopped his heart. perhaps this was the afterlife? no, no. that didn't make sense either to him. another breath. slowly. in. out. in. and out. and finally, he felt less like he was about to overload a circuit board and more like himself.
"did i lose consciousness from the shock?" he asked... wait. "maysilee?" a brow arched in confusion. "what are you doing down here in the weapons lab?"
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"i advised president coin that your weapon would not be ready until tomorrow. the timeline has not changed, if that's why you're down here..." beetee says, eyes locked on the electronics directly in front of his face. he knew it was gabriel without turning to see, almost as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
truthfully, it was the simple reflection of the younger man's face in his own glasses, but he liked to let folks think it was simply eyes in the back of his head.
the thought makes him chuckle softly.
@xylemic asked: [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building.
the fire was so hot the rubber of beetee's wheelchair was beginning to get sticky and had finally reached the point of not being able to roll any farther. the smoke was dark and thick, and beetee could think of nothing else to do than to get as low as he could.
he did a rather ungraceful sort of slide, if you could truly call it a slide, and managed to get himself into the floor. it was easier to breathe here, but still, the thick air hovering inches above his head was seeming to doom him as it tried to suck the oxygen out of the entire building.
after all he had lived through... a fire was going to take him out?
he didn't think so.
he crawled forward, his upper arms much stronger than anyone ever gave him credit for, and tried to call out for someone anyone who may be nearby who might be able to offer him some assistance.
"help! help! someone!" he yelled out, choking on the last word. he had lifted his body too high and took in a deep breath of thick, black smoke that matched the blackness that overtook his vision.
he was unsure how long it had been when his eyes opened, but they opened in the light. the sunlight. breathing came much easier, though it was still plauged with a gnarly cough. looking over to his left side as he lay on his back, he saw johanna. of all people. still and quiet, soot marks on every exposed surface.
he couldn't find his glasses, but that was not important at the moment. he turned onto his side and shook her arm urgently. "johanna? johanna are you alright?" he said, rolling her onto her back as her eyes flitted open.
he breathed out a sigh of relief, but spoke quickly, though with his trademark calm. "johanna, please... you've got to focus on me," beetee urged.
*↳enter command: starter call.
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