#dulcettc

[missgwendolyne]

@dulcettc / <3 sc 

Gwen knew that she wasn’t the only person who had lost their family to the rebellion. It had happened to lots of people but that didn’t make the loss of her parents and her brothers any easier. The weight of that loss on top of everything else had crushed her. Coming home to District Three hadn’t soothed her the way it had after her games. There was nothing left for her there. That fact made it easier to accept Annie’s invite to stay in District Four. The blond wasn’t sure if it had initially only been an invitation to visit but it had certainly turned into something more as Gwen had decided to move in permanently. 

Annie had become her family. She filled the role of a mother in more ways than Gwen had expected the girl only a handful of years older could. Gwen also got to be something of an big sister or an aunt now. In her eyes things were good, better than they had been in years. 

“ I love that all the sunscreen in the house is in my bathroom.” It’s a joke, well kind of considering she was the one who used it in a near constant state. “ I think I’m gonna go lay in the hammock out back if you wanna join me ?” It’s one of her favorite spots in the house, maybe even the district. 

[falseearl-a]

@dulcettc​ 

“Lizzy, forgive me. I’m sorry I deceived you. No.......actually you shouldn’t forgive someone who is just a spare and lied about being his own brother.”

[finicky-finnick]

He is sitting the wrong way on one of the chairs in mentor central, elbow resting on the arm, mouth and chin resting on his palm. (Or was he covering his mouth to hold himself together? Who could say.) He isn’t even sure if he is at District 4′s station. The boy who notices everything while pretending he doesn’t is unaware. His body is facing the screens but his eyes aren’t angled on them (his head isn’t really, either, a closer inspection would reveal if anyone cared to notice). They are looking at the wall but not seeing it. He’s spaced out, his upper body subtly swaying, his elbow on the arm of the chair the fulcrum. 

But he can almost pass for fine--and that is the curse of beauty. His complexion is even, but that’s because the colour has vanished from his cheeks. His sleep has been fitful for days but the dark circles that ought to be there aren’t, his tan acting as low-coverage natural concealer. His famous eyes are bloodshot, but the red tendrils marring the whites of his eyes are not the first colour people see; no, that would be the famous oceanic colour of his pupils. They are far bluer and greener than usual, the red intensifying the blue and green streaks in his irises while downplaying the grey. And his cheekbones--oh, those disloyal cheekbones! Finnick hasn’t been eating enough for days. It’s been long enough that he is stating to lose weight in his face, but his gloriously traitorous bone structure hides that, too; his cheekbones look subtly more striking than normal. 

He blinks and he’s back. Eye flicker up to the newcomer (or has she been there a while?). Muscle memory pulls up a dimpled smile. “Hey, Cash. Long day?”

@dulcettc 

[beautyminded]

@dulcettc / liked this starter call for teen morgan and specifically asked that it be gay 

“ Have you ever gone camping before?” She asked the question out of a mix of curiosity and boredom as the two teens laid on top of the bed. She was absentmindedly playing with a strand of the blond’s hair while the pattern of the ceiling was holding her attention. A moment later she let her head lull slightly to the side so that she could study Lizzy’s expression. It was a more beautiful sight. 

Morgan herself didn’t really camp but she and her mother still lived in the cabin by the lake that her father had built. It was kinda like camping if you ignored the fact that the cabin was still a multimillion-dollar and state of the art home. Plus she had owned a little tent that she had played in when she was a kid so that had to count for something. “ I bet under the right circumstances it could be romantic. You know to stargaze, sharing warmth and all that.”

[fatedcollection]

dulcettc replied to your post: istg its 2k19 its time we should be allowed to...

i……think i need to make a chicken harem blog now idk how its gonna work but now it needs to be in the world

i’m just imagining dlc for hatoful boyfriend but you have a harem of chickens

[tanukihost]

@allnostalgic / @dulcettc / @medibloom

well in that c a s e ,,,,,,, ( if it’s for the sake of my kneecaps,,,, ) 

[missgwendolyne]

@dulcettc / liked the two year anniversary starter call 

Gwen had been to a hospital before but never in this capacity. She had been here when her father had gotten hurt on the job or the time that Henry had a concussion from playing in a hockey game but this was entirely different. This time she was the patient and a long turn one at that.  The blond had only woken up a week ago. Her mom and the doctors had told her she had been in a medically induced coma for a month. They had said it was to give her body time to heal but apparently, there were parts of her body that would just never heal. Paralyzed from the waist down. She supposed it could have been worse. She could have been dead. 

In the week that she had been up her only contact had been hospital staff and immediate family but she had been told that today she could finally have some guests if she was feeling up for it, which she was. She wanted to talk to someone outside of specialists. She wanted someone she could actually talk to, someone who could distract her from the problem at hand in the ways the TV in her hospital room couldn’t.  It wasn’t until she heard a soft knock on her open door that Gwen turned her head to notice the other girl. She couldn’t help but beam at the other blond.

“ Hey, you’re my first real visitor. Welcome to my humble abode,” she joked lightly. The hospital room had flowers and balloons and cards. She even had her favorite blanket from home. It was probably as homely and cheery as a hospital room could possibly be. 

[missgwendolyne]

@dulcettc/ liked this starter call

Gwen didn’t usually approach the popular girls but desperate time called for desperate measures. Sure she could be considered popular in her own right but that was among the AP students and the like. She didn’t run with the so-called queens of the school. “ Uh, McNamara do you think we could talk for a few minutes? Alone,” she added as she watched the other girls looking at her. “ It’s really important.” Gwen didn’t wait long for an answer before pulling the other blond away. 

“ I need to talk to you about what you saw yesterday.” Steve had picked her up from school which really was a rare occurrence considering all the secrecy that surrounded their lives. It had been pretty late in the afternoon. There had been only a couple of cars in the parking lot when he had pulled up and got out of the car to greet her. Not a person had been in sight when he had pulled her into a hug or at least that’s what she had thought before turning her head slightly to see Heather standing in an open doorway.  Steve was far too recognizable for his identity to pass over the other girls head. Plus Heather had seen her get into the car and the last thing Gwen wanted was for the other girl to be coming up with wild theories and rumors. 

“ You can’t tell anyone about yesterday,” Gwen urged. “ It’s really important that nobody hears anything about it.” She paused for a moment. “ Please,” she added on for good measure. Maybe she’d get lucky and Heather would just agree or pretend she hadn’t seen anything at all.