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starters ?

#( out of my mind. )#i'll be getting to these tomorrow !

starters ?

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❛ Johanna calls them Nuts and Volts. ❜

ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ʟᴏᴋɪɴ ▲ I II III IV

#promo !

❝ DEAD MEN, dead men, swinging in a tree. how many dead men do you see ? six feet long and six men wide, around their necks the noose is tied ! ❞

#( starter :: open. )#( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )

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( *& atticus wolfe )

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« ❛i’m sorry, but the only thing i’m interested right now is ( l є α v í n g ). && i’d very much APPRECIATE it if you moved❜»

slayveil

❛ do your legs not FUNCTION properly ? are you incapable of walking around ? ❜

#goldoll #( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )

shawnphunters

He may look like a boy, but he’s a bloody demon.

#with a savage heart !

capitolhost

Secret Santa THG RP 2014

The holiday month will start in a few days and while the Capitol

children already have a wish list worth hundreds of dollars, which marks a high season for every toy shop. News from the District just came in and apparently in District one the production of luxurious items has massively increased. Hunger and poorness make it difficult to survive in the lower Districts, but the people are trying to make the best out of their situation. Hot soups are sold for half the prize in the black markets in Panem to make sure no one gets left behind during this difficult and cold time. While many district’s don’t know about Christmas trees ; in district seven the people from each region gather together and stop their production for a short time during Christmas Eve to celebrate it all together by decorating their highest tree. Panem during winter is a beautiful and yet cruel place. Two classes that are so different and yet over sixty brave Santa’s are making their way through Panem, crossing borders and make sure another citizen of Panem is receiving their present this year. They escape the Peacekeepers, hide when a hovercraft is near and are aware of the danger that may come.

▸ You will receive the name of the person whose Secet Santa you are going to be in the next few hours.

▸ From then on you can send in memes they reblog, headcanons, asks, drawings or more creative things you can come up with. Nevertheless always keep in mind that there you always have to stay on anon ( until the 25th December to reveal yourself ).

▸ There is still a list of people who either don’t have anon on or haven’t been online in a few days; I have messaged them and you should get in contact with me asap. For others this is the chance to still join (messages me as well)

#( out of my mind. )#thIS IS SO COOL

naoilargi

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slayveil

sick, am i sick ? and for these last five years i've been stuck up in here. inside this brain that drains into society, injected in your veins.

#hymns !

tridennt

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there were many intimidated by the rather infamous atticus wolfe and what the whole of panem learned he was capable during his games. to claim it did not unsettle finnick to some extent would be a lie, but outside the arena, the district four victor knew wolfe was of very little threat to his person — at least in this particular setting. capitol parties were hardly famous for their violence, after all.

he approached without caution; this was, of course, the territory of finnick odair, the capitol darling, and although he privately did not care for the title, he knew his way around better than most.

❝ isn’t this a surprise. I’d heard you were back in seven for a while. guess it just goes to show not all rumors hold water. ❞

slayveil

AH, the nauseating stench of plutocracy. it's been years and the capitol proclaimed madman still fancied ɪᴍᴘᴀʟɪɴɢ himself with a blunt-edged scimitar to citizen interaction ; his own [ d e m i s e ] having been much sweeter than enduring yet another purposeless celebration. overly flamboyant actions and abnormally pronounced vowels leaving atticus exasperated and prepared to inflict abuse toward any screeching, laughable bird of a citizen daring to come too close.

speaking of birds -------- soon approaches the capitol's very own peacock. delightful. the serpent could somewhat tolerate clipped words and barely moving jaws as they were predominantly occupied with shoving all types of food && drink in their mouths. but having the luck to be graced by the ғιɴɴιcĸ odαιr ? well, this victor could sense an incident in the very near future. fists are formed, the familiar ( a c h e ) of THORNS piercing his knuckles no longer present ; barbs found found placed atop his head in the style of a CROWN these days.

❝ if it isn't the captol's bitch. ---- or is that supposed to be an OFFENSIVE term now ? ❞

#tridennt #( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )#it was perfect and thank you so much!#and thank you for the kind words they mean a lot ! :)

vcltz:

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THE VICTOR STARES disturbed by the animal that has seated himself near — each silent moment is permeated with a disease that is LOUD if not utterly obvious before he finally speaks. He isn’t afraid of dying but rather WHY such a devil would SIT next to him — he is powerful in mind, but not BRAWN. ❛ Can I help you? ❜

THIS BOY IS A PARASITE targeting the piddling existence of war-winners both { p e r c e p t i v e } && benighted. Never are his intentions anything LESS than ɗєѕтяυcтινє && self serving ; this had been survival of the fittest, after-all. PREDATORY positions conquer his muscles, exposing true intentions as lips part and show-off teeth which had been used for MORE than just eating.

❛ Merely observing. ❜

#vcltz #( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )

sovxrxign:

❝ oh? ❞ she’s a vulture of a woman, and her interest is peaked. vibrant, sky-toned hues shift over the boy from seven, pouts pressed into a fine line. lengthy legs shift so carefully beneath a silk down, a single groomed brow sitting high on her forehead.

❝ be a dear and share, wont you? ❞

eyes of rich amber and malicious intent concentrate on what's hoped to be the next casualty of poisoned proclamation; blood yearning lips curled and exposing honed, pearled teeth. the male's calloused palms move to their own accord; twisting in towards each other as a forked tongue remained pressed eagerly against the back of enamel-coated structures. his mouth is a church and now it's time to propagate ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ for his own selfish pleasure.

❝ there's a cost for my information. ❞

#sovxrxign #( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )

the serpentine is demanding attention, prepared to coil himself around anyone who comes too close ! careful, darlings, he's armed with a ωσℓƒ'ѕ eyes and ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴏᴜs intentions.

❝ i ---------- know a secret. ❞

#( starter :: open. )#( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )#*throws this trash out before i work on some other things*

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#hymns !

headcanon : if someone were to watch atticus' movements closely, they would soon be able to spot how he favors his right side when listening to a conversation. the hearing loss in his left ear is nothing too bothersome -- though some days he swears it's only getting worse -- but he'd rather not take the risk of missing a vital part of what someone else is saying and have to request they repeat themselves. it wastes his time.

#headcanon !

reginaoflocksley

he may look like a boy, but he’s a b l o o o d y d e m o n.

#with a savage heart !

peetaxalways

{ —- — ☣ ;;

❝ and why should I trust you ? you could just rat me out to the docs. ❞

slayveil

❝ ---- and let them have all the fun in dealing with you ? things { d o n ' t } work that way with me. i'm willing to supply, but you've got to be willing to meet my ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅs.❞

#peetaxalways #( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )#[ nooot at all friend! hello! ]#[ and thank you. :D ]

❝ if you're in need of ᴍᴏʀᴘʜʟɪɴɢ i could be of some assistance. ❞

#( starter :: open. )#thg rp #the hunger games rp #( verse :: he wears the smell of blood and death. )

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