#holytragedies

[multimuse-rp-archived]

@holytragedies​ asked: “I am so proud of you” [//katniss to prim ((((:] 

Prim smiled and wrapped her arms around her sister. “I should be telling you that,” she said, closing her eyes contentedly. “You’ve done so much for all of us, Katniss. You were the Mockingjay. I... I can’t thank you enough.”

Prim had barely survived the rebellion. She’d almost been burned alive. She’d only come out of her coma after Coin was dead, and she was convinced that it was fate. Katniss, by killing Coin, had saved her life.

[multimuse-rp-archived]

@holytragedies​​ asked:  “I made you coffee” [//for peeta from katniss?]

Peeta’s eyes raised to look at Katniss, the strong, stubborn woman that he’d fallen in love with. For a moment, he didn’t even process what she’d said; he was just taking in how beautiful she always looked, even after just waking up. He smiled at her, glad things were finally normal. After living here for a few months together, he was finally getting used to life around here. Life without the Capitol.

“Thank you,” Peeta said eventually, gently taking the warm cup from her hands. “Sit down,” he offered, patting the seat beside him on the sofa.

[mercyburned-aa]

@holytragedies​  :  “They’ll name constellations after you one day.” 

             there was something so innocent about jasper that kept drawing her to him.  maybe it was the way he just believed in her.  or the way he made it all seem so easy.  how nothing seemed to phase him too much.  that sort of enthusiasm and energy seemed so rare in the mountain,  but that,  she supposed,  was the price paid for generations living out their lives and deaths inside of one relatively small mountain.  jasper and everything about him was new and exciting.  ❛ i don’t know about that . . . but there’s an observatory.  we could go up there . . . ❜

[mercyburned-aa]

@holytragedies​  :  “I loved you long before you knew.”

     what a mess she’d gotten herself into.  it could be worse  ーー  bellamy was a teacher’s assistant and not her actual professor.  that would be worse,  probably.  their study sessions turned into study nights and those turned into coffee and conversations that had nothing to do at all with greek tragedies and mythologies.  after her best friend wells had died,  clarke had started to shut everyone out.  half on purpose,  half without trying  ;  everything hurt and nothing helped.  but on the inside she was alone.  ❛ bellamy... ❜   was this real ?   any of it ?   how could she even begin to tear down her own walls  ーー  but when he looked at her like that,  maybe it was worth a try.

[mercyburned-aa]

@holytragedies​  :  “I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?” 

       ❛ i mean....  maybe. ❜   she hadn’t been back in this neck of the woods for a long time,  but pizza sounded amazing and now the only thought filling rose’s mind was a hot slice of pepperoni pizza...   and maybe some ranch dressing to go with it.  ❛ have you got the number ?  we could just call around and find a place. ❜

[mercyburned-aa]

@holytragedies​  :  “Ignorance isn’t bliss.” 

         ❛ no...   bliss looks a little bit more like sleeping in. ❜  without warning,  he leaned over and wrapped both arms around her waist,  pulling her back down to flop unceremoniously on to the bed,  a tangled,  flailing mess of limbs and hair.  ❛ this is also up there too. ❜

[headstrongblake]

@holytragedies​ asked :  “You’re not going to die. I forbid it. All right?” //from peeta

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        there’s a genuine sad smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as he speaks because the saddest truth of all is he can’t promise that. neither of them can. not to each other. not even to themselves. and never in panem. the games are over for both of them : except they’re not. it seems once they become a pawn in the capitol’s twisted game, a pawn is what they remain. forever a slave under president snow. i forbid it--- perhaps he would have done better befriending anyone but her. he cares about others. she sees it. saw it before his game. during. after. all the moments in between. in this life however, sometimes, octavia believes he cares too much. it’ll only pain him to care for her. only lead to the inevitable because octavia blake may be a victor but she’s not made for this world. not built to withstand living within the capitol away from her brother.

       eventually her tongue,  her attitude, her beliefs, or her defiance would get her killed. so long as it didn’t ripple down to her big brother.

     emerald hues outlined in a glittery red makeup meet his.  “ peeta, ”  her voice filled the room with a reserved softness, fingers giving his a gentle squeeze. “ don’t fret yourself over things that cannot be controlled. ” not by him. only by snow. “ i shall see you later. ”  she gave a small nod, a promise to find him after her customer ( the first since her refusal that almost cost bell his life ), if only to prove she’d made it through without causing herself to be executed.

[oceanblood]

intimacy   /   non   cringy   nsfw   prompts. @holytragedies​ sent what am i to you? [//from annabeth

“EVERYTHING. FIGURED THAT’D BE OBVIOUS to a daughter of Athena, Wise Girl,” Percy’s brows rise as his lips lift into a smirk with them. An arm falls to her waist and curls around it while his other hand rests under her chin to tilt it upwards, “Do I need to prove it to you?” one brow lowers and the other stays risen, “I definitely don’t mind having to do that,” he pulls her closer against him and keeps his hand under her chin so he can lean down and press a kiss against her lips.