F 24 Hello friends! Happy friend looking for someone to roleplay as Peeta Mellark for me if interested message me!

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F 24 Hello friends! Happy friend looking for someone to roleplay as Peeta Mellark for me if interested message me!
Hi! 🕊️ 25+ female looking for someone 25+ to play Peeta against her Katniss in a Hunger Games rp. I have a few ideas, mainly set after Mockingjay, when they have kids. (I have a lot of ideas about their kids). I have not seen the movies so this will be entirely book canon. I write mainly 1-2 paragraphs, rapid fire oftentimes. Please like if interested.
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Missed Marks
| muse: Cressida | open to: anyone | sexuality: bisexual | suggested connections: co-worker, maybe her assistant, the director of photography, a camera op
“This is bad,” she sighed when she watched the shot back under the tent they’d set up for ‘video village’. Cressida groaned, shooting a feature film was far more complex than documentaries. She wanted to grow as an artist and she wasn’t going to do that simply doing what she was comfortable with. “They need to hit that second mark or everything fucks up.” She took her headphones off then stepped out to talk to the actors.
City View
| muse: Peeta Mellark | open to: canon or oc’s | sexuality: demisexual | suggested connections: friend, lover, victor
Peta sighed as he looked out the window. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful the city is...” He commented. “It’s ugly inside, but visually,” He looked over at the other. “It’s really stunning.” Peeta wished he had a photo of some views so that he could paint them later. Maybe he’d paint each district.
'ι wanт everyone waтcнιng – wнeтнer yoυ're on тнe capιтol or тнe reвel ѕιde – тo ѕтop ғor jυѕт a мoмenт and тнιnĸ aвoυт wнaт тнιѕ war coυld мean. ғor нυмan вeιngѕ. we alмoѕт wenт eхтιncт ғιgнтιng one anoтнer вeғore. now oυr nυмвerѕ are even ғewer. oυr condιтιonѕ мore тenυoυѕ. ιѕ тнιѕ really wнaт we wanт тo do? ĸιll oυrѕelveѕ oғғ coмpleтely? ιn тнe нopeѕ тнaт – wнaт? ѕoмe decenт ѕpecιeѕ wιll ιnнerιт тнe ѕмoĸιng reмaιnѕ oғ тнe earтн?'
❝I’M MORE THAN JUST
A PIECE IN THEIR GAMES.❞
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❛ he went ‘round to all the people, a paper crown on his head. ‘here is some bread from my father----take, eat,’ he said. nobody seemed very hungry. nobody seemed to care. nobody saw the god in himself, quietly standing there. ❜ c.