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♚ Do you and your muse get along?
munday questions
The vast majority of the time, yes. I’m usually pretty inspired. Sometimes writing for Gale is definitely like pulling teeth, but that’s rare and usually only when I’m having doubts about my writing or how I’m portraying him.
14 & 17
ask the muse about the mun!
14. do you think the mun would survive the zombie apocalypse?
‘ it really depends on the situation. she can fight, && has plenty of survival knowledge, but she cannot shoot a gun && she is just as naive as iam. the situation could turn from okay to worse for her if she ever decided to trust someone. ‘
17. what do you think of the mun’s family?
‘ they’re not as bad as she thinks they are. yes, it has been rough at times, but she still has a support system, && i believe that’s what really matters. ‘
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AN ACT.
That is the line Katniss Everdeen stuck to, one that Gale had believed, something that kept him believing, the thin line of hope that they could one day, be happy together. Though on screen it didn’t appear anything of the sorts, and actually, she looked.. they looked happy together. He never placed the blame as to whom Katniss had feelings for on Peeta, in fact, he was happy someone was able to keep her safe, make her as happy as she could be in the torturous situation she was placed in.
Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread, the man who saved lives, that’s someone she deserved - seeing them on screen together made that fact relatively clear, even if the majority of the things the capitol spewed out was complete bullshit, his kindness, caring towards others, his love could still bleed through.
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Gale teaches Peeta how to shoot an arrow in the training room in Thirteen at some point during Mockingjay, and they kinda end up becoming bros? Idk I just feel like Peeta would put on the macho act around Gale. But I definitely don’t have a solid grasp on Peeta’s character so that might not be ic for him. :P
"I could watch you all day."
Elizabeth starts at his words. She had thought she was alone. Finnick and Mags were still done below. They were usually late for lunch because Finnick was a social butterfly and Mags always waited up for him. She looks from the window she had been staring out of to the boy who was supposedly her other half. Some days she could see it. Some she couldn’t.
“Seems like a waste of your last few days, living…” she smirked.
✺ Stupid to Try
peetxbread
She was prepared, or as prepared as she could try to be. The stylist for District Four had done her hair, make up and attire for the day. She had told the woman that she was meeting someone special in her life. Her old stylist was excited that Elizabeth was going on a date that she had offered to help Elizabeth and the woman actually did a great job when everything didn’t have to be themed about the sea.
What she wasn’t prepared for was the appearance of Peeta at her ‘date’. She had caught sight of him before he had seen her. It was over her delicate glass of latest drink in the Capitol that she had seen his signature gravity defying hair. She hadn’t expected to see him down in the lobby of the Tribute’s building. Usually tributes stuck to the training rooms and their floors. Obviously she was unlucky.
She tucks her face into her date’s neck to try and hide from Peeta but she was more than just unlucky. He finds her and it’s more than just an ugly scene. He says things. Things she wasn’t expecting. Things she didn’t want to believe in herself. So she does something she didn’t want to believe she was capable of.
She hits him.
Instantaneous, she feels better and then an infinity times worse for doing something so vile. She had to, she tells herself. She was trying to accomplish something here. He could have ruined it all. Still disbelief burns in her throat and her stomach is churning when he turns away from her. He’s moving before he can stop her and she barely hears his departing words. She watches him leave.
The man she was drinking with gives an awkward cough and she is disturbed from her trance. She remembers who she is, where she is and how inappropriate of a situation that was, especially for the popular Lover Boy of District 12. “I just hurt my case… Didn’t I?” she whispers to the attractive man at her side.
“Actually,” he says while standing up to leave, “I think you just made it.” He makes a big show of kissing her on the neck and slipping something into her clenched fist. He whispers a couple of warnings into her ear before finally pulling away. “I hope our next date is as exciting as this,” he announced a little too loudly before leaving. She manages to smirk, at least.
She had done it… But at what price, she wonders as her eyes go to where Peeta had escaped to. She would have to find out. She strides across the floor in search of him. She doesn’t expect to find him on the other side of the door.
“Peeta…”
And suddenly she is lost on all words. It all looked so awful on her part. She wants to tell him about it all. She wants to but she can’t.
“…Does it hurt?”
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“What did you do?”
ANGSTSTARTERS 10. Your muse walks in on mine harming themselves.
{ peetxbread }
The nightmares wouldn’t leave. Whenever sheclosed her eyes, she was back there. Back in the arena where everything hadchanged. Every night she saw it again, as clear as when it had happened. Herdistrict partner. All she had done was stand and watch as they took off hishead with one clean sweep, but it wouldn’t ever leave her. There was nothingshe could have done about it, but it still haunted her every minute of the day.And she could still feel it, his blood on her skin.
Annie sat alone, tears streaming down hercheeks as she tried to escape the memories, all the while she was trying to gethis blood off her skin, trying to clean her arms, her legs, her face. But therewasn’t any blood, at least not his blood. In her distress, she was scratchingat her skin over and over, not realising that she was doing more damage thanher nightmares. Annie had no clue that she was making herself bleed. “Get itoff.” She muttered, “I want it to go.”
