#capitolhost

[drdumaurier]

What is your ideal AU for your muse?

Questions for Muns of Canon Muses

hoooOw dare you i am your shipPING PARTNER!

(IDEAL AU!!!!) howdareyouevenasksuchaqueation as if you didn’t already know (!idEalAU?!) dont, ever, speak to me like that again

...It’s our AU. I love it so much. No, I don’t take any criticism. 

[drdumaurier]

❝ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. ❞

CAESAR & BEDELIA in Thief AU – @showmaxter

[drdumaurier]

❝ 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒, 𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. ❞

CAESAR & BEDELIA post war (thg au) – @capitolhost

[drdumaurier]

𝑩𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 (𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏) 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒓

featuring Fluffs and her very loving husband – @showmaxter 

[70thmoved]

“ got enough sand in your shoes? ” she’s smiling, a flicker of WARMTH in a face some would likely say is still far too thin. too struck by grief during what’s meant to be a joyous time. irvin sleeps soundly in a basket next to her seat on the sofa, her entire world encased in something so small and new and fragile. but he’s safe, so annie feels comfortable enough to get up and drift to greet her visitor, reaching out with scarred palms to grasp his arms and place a light kiss to his cheek. “ it’s good to see you ceasar. ”

@capitolhost ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ

[alyafae-arch]

Alma looked up from where she had been working. It was late at night and she had sent everyone everyone else away. At night was when she worked best since sleep wasn't her best friend. It surprised her, however, to see none other than @capitolhost to walk into the room. Before she even had the chance to say anything, he already opened his mouth:

"What happened between us can never happen again."

Oh. So he had intentionally waited for her to be alone to tell her that. It was not exactly a conversation either of them anticipated to have with anyone around. She set down her pen, folding her hands on the table to keep them busy. "I shouldn't be too surprised," was all she said at first. What was she even supposed to say? Alma had never wanted to appear vulnerable in front of anyone, didn't want to give that power over her so freely. She simply refused to give anyone the chance to deeply hurt her. "Though you seemed to enjoy our time together. I should have known you would come to regret it." She turned her head to the side, pretending to look at something when she really just wanted to shield her face from him with her long hair. The first time in ages she had allowed anyone to get so close to her only to be told it can never happen again. She should have known better. Should have known that ultimately, people would always resent her.

[rancoeur]

starter for @capitolhost

Getting out of bed was easier than yesterday, but she still had to hold herself onto the IV stand to stay up. The days of her as a commander seem so far away even if it has only been weeks since the end of the war. Perhaps it appears so because Lyme has missed so much after having gotten badly injured to the point they had thought she wouldn't survive more than a few days. Luckily she pulled through, but at what costs. The only knowledge of what has happened came from the nurses who took the time to give her a timeline of the events that had taken place between the bombing in Two that nearly cost her life to her waking up weeks later. No visitor has come, but nobody knows that she survived as the doctors were so unsure she would ever wake up even after having repatriated to the Capitol for better care.

Head bowed down to avoid catching the curious gaze of some patients and staff, Lyme walks without goals throughout the hospital's hallways. Her frame easily catches the attention and she knows people probably recognise her, but she doesn't want to talk to them, not in this state. She is Commander Lyme, Victor from District Two, not some injured and broken woman who's the ghost of her former self after having spent weeks in a coma. There's a sigh as she hears whispers as two men pass by her and she's about to turn around to head back to her room when there's the sound of a voice. She would always recognise it even if it doesn't sound as strong as the last time she had the chance to listen to it.

She looks up and here he is, alive and well. Or at least better than she is. The effort to close the distance between her and the man who had treated her like a child when everyone else had seen a killing machine. Lyme cannot believe her own eyes when she stops a few feet away from Caesar Flickerman. ❝ You survived... ❞

[alyafae-arch]

"i never said i was a good man."

alma repeated those words in her head, again and again for what seemed an eternity, but it had just been a few moments. it was easy to judge someone else but a whole different thing to lable yourself. she would never call herself a good person; as if anyone in this world was truly just good. she did, however, like to believe that she tried to do the good things. to do what is right. does it make her a good person? no, but it also doesn't make her a bad person. i just makes her ... a person.

she must have been silent for a tad too long but eventually, she faced him again. "you aren't a bad man either. i believe we are quite similar, we try to do what is right." whether she tried to offer comforting words or if she just wanted to show that her and @capitolhost had more in common than they might have thought, she didn't know. either way, she was just telling the truth.

"i do not judge you, that would be quite hypocritical of me. you are far better than most."