#cresxta

[cxptisanarchive]

edgeofspiderwoman cattxs cresxta letxthemxburn

”Why are you here?”

[cxptisanarchive]

winterbxrn @angrygreenscientist cresxta @most-poisonous-love

"I already regret this."

[techiehayden]

ashleeeeeey. You know the deal o3o. Skype cutie.

[sxrvivorcresta-blog]

asdfghjkl new bae? me? :D ur my new bae too!

-cuddles and keeps u 5evah-

[thecapitoldarling]

When you find this in your ask, share 5 facts about yourself and then pass it on to your ten favorite followers (⁎❛ᴗ❛⁎) ❤

about myself? omg, i don’t know xd. okay, i’ll try:

i have an unhealthy obsession with pink things. 

i love star wars with my life

i’m turning 21 next week

i don’t know what to do with my life tbh

i was named after salvador dali’s muse and wife.

[animakerma]

♗

♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

Probably one of the career tributes, because what says maternal love better than giving your kid any weapon known to man to train with and then unleash the kid to destroy the Capitol? Joke aside, I think Alma would really adopt one of the careers but I'm not sure which one.

[bxrntbread-archive-blog]

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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

[ Text ]: what if I die in my sleep[ Text ]: and what happens when you die in a dream and dont wake up

[techiehayden]

Rescue Me || Hayden x Annie || Hunger Games/Unwind Crossover

He was on a boat. It wasn't the most extreme of places he had been on, considering he had been jammed into coffins and crates, smuggled into far worst places than he could be going now. It hadn't been hard, the captain and crew were going to lunch, and he just had to climb in, and duck underneath to where cargo was keeping itself cool. Prying up a couple lids, he could've cried with joy as he found vegetables and fruit, on it's way to transportation to anywhere but here. He ducked into the corner of the dark ship, eyes slowly adjusting, and hid behind boxes. He was getting away.

There wasn't much else he could do. The Graveyard was gone, he was on his own. Thoughts of the people he befriend crossed his mind. He was leaving behind so many, but this was what he had to do. With the unwinding of criminals approaching the ballot, Hayden would no doubt be at the top of that list. He was a fugitive. There was no normal life for him anymore, he had to leave.

A few hours, or what felt like a few hours, later the boat's motor whirred to life, startling the 17 year old. He was on his way. He was out of the country. 

Hayden survived the next week or so on raw onions, potatoes, and juices from pineapples he managed to find in one of the crates. He felt dirty, and a little nauseas from the constant back and forth of the boat, but then everything stopped, and the engine went still. Now came the next problem, he had to get off the boat before they unloaded everything. He was sure the men would take a break before lugging everything off, and he was right. He heard the footsteps above him walk over to the side, and then there was nothing. He ran a hand through his hair, slowly standing up. He wiped off his hands and crawled carefully up to the top, looking around. Empty. For now. He ran off the boat before he could be seen by some sort of guard, and looked around his new home.

He wasn't sure where he was, but the first thing he noticed when he stopped were the fences. Lots and lots of fences, and guards in white uniforms marching with guns. Just where had he gone to? Still, it couldn't have been worse than his own country, where teenagers were swept off their feet and took apart piece by piece, their limbs and skin going to 60 year old women who wanted to feel younger, or to someone who was stupid enough to get their arm cut off. He shuddered at the thought. He'd never have to worry about unwinding again.

He ducked into the first house he could with an open door, worried that his ratty clothes or dirty face would give him away that he maybe didn't belong here.