#hijxcking

[wildtenacity]

@hijxcking / plotting call

Most of her days were spent going through the motions. Get out of bed, wash her face, eat. Before Peeta came back to the district, it was worse. She struggled to get out of bed, to eat, to live. She hadn’t known how to live her life without her mother and Prim. Even now, her chest ached any time she thought about her sister. Sometimes it appeared in the middle of her day when she least expected it. Sometimes she woke up with it and it hung around for the whole day.

Today was one of those days.

She sought out Peeta, a ghost of a smile flickering across her lips when she found him. “I was going to go to the woods to hunt. Would you like to join me?”

[yourpaljughead]

for @hijxcking | verse: the hunger games

                  ❛ Can’t wait to see what corner you can paint yourself into in that arena. ❜

Jughead wasn’t sure if his words were an insult yet, but he had eyed Peeta’s abilities from afar, taking note of him above everyone else in this training center. Sure, the Careers were impressive with their arrow firing, sword wielding, knife throwing, but he knew that the biggest threat in the arena were the tricks. He knew from his forging business that the tiniest of things could impair a tribute from making that kill shot, and perhaps Peeta had ideas up his sleeve that no one else could rival.

But then again Jug had grown up in District 2 on the edge of poverty with the privilege to learn from the careers. He made all sorts of killing devices in his blacksmith shop — had his sleuthing done enough?

[ofmockingashesa-blog]

@hijxcking | continued

Comforting others was never her strong suit, but to see the subtle shaking in Peeta’s hand tugged at her to try. She switched from her seat on the opposite side of the room and took one by him. Her hand took his. Her thumb ran over the skin, now calloused but somehow still soft. She looked up at him. “Should we play our game?” she asked, “Or dance or something?” Her eyes shift down again. “What do you need?” Help me help you.

[halepaladin]

District Thirteen

Starter for @hijxcking

The petite girl had rarely left her quarters in the two grueling years that she’d been stationed in the hidden district. Though, she liked to think of it as her choosing not to leave than her not being allowed to leave.  Many of her days were spent staring at the walls, oblivious to the outside world. She had asked to see the Quarter Quell but to no luck, not even a glimpse of the Capital’s television programs. 

The career’s day had gone on as per usual: wake up, drugs, eat, more drugs, blankly stare around the room, eat, last round of drugs then sleep. However, her endless cycle was broken by a rush of doctor’s swarming into her quarters with someone or something in their arms. 

Clove’s dreamy daze broke from the wall to see what the rude loud noises were all about. She used to be that way: Screaming, fighting, kicking, spitting and throwing threats left and right. That was before they’d decided to drug her out to a state of nothingness. 

Her eyes locked on those of a monster. Wild, crazy and blood thirsty. It made Clove scrunch up her face in annoyance and disgust. After a moment, her mind began to piece the puzzle of the wild man’s face together until she recognized it. She knew he seemed familiar.

“Peeta?” 

[burningwhiteroses]

@hijxcking liked this to join the rebellion

This was it; this was their life now. Katniss let he body bounce along with the train as it soared across the tracks. Her head rested against her hand while her eyes glued themselves to the destination that lied ahead. She left invisible even though she was the spotlight of the public eye, everyone knew the name of the Girl on Fire who now felt like she was being plucked for a feast. Peeta handled this better than her. People loved him, she wasn’t personable, she wasn’t appealing. Ever since they’d started this tour the crimson color seemed so bold on her hands and a metallic taste never leaving her tongue. She looked to him with an expression that made her entire face feel relaxed for the first time after forcing smiles and pressing out speeches all week.

                                ❝ I never got the chance to thank you                                 for what you did. Rue’s family deserved                                 that and someone needed to say                                 what you did so thank you. ❞

[ofmockingashes-archive-blog]

❝ i’m a hurricane . ❞

halsey lyrics // inbox

“People aren’t storms,” she says, “People are people.”Simple, right? She was Katniss, not fire nor a mockingjay,just Katniss -- and he was just Peeta.