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#𝐓𝐂𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐓. an independent & selective roleplay blog for 𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄 , an original character set in the 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 universe . triggering content present on this blog including violence , murder , war , struggles with mental health , and human trafficking . written by em ( pst , 25+ , she/her )

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 : loss , 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 , 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 lifting you 𝐔𝐏 , hollow victories , survivor's guilt , a 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 , broken hearts , blood stained hands , clenched fists , the guard dog , 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 , and hope 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 being stronger than 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 .

ㅤ𝐈. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 ㅤㅤ𝐈𝐈. 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ㅤㅤ𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 & 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ㅤㅤ𝐈𝐕. 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfollows back from @qverdia ! other muses under the cut !

#thg rp #hg rp #thg oc rp #hg oc rp #tbosas rp #sotr rp #oc rp #pinned .

et--circenses

♙♟ smth small for @tcmpst —

"I see. You don't trust me. I'm genuinely hurt."

tcmpst

❛ trust is earned . ❜ niamh felt her lips tug into just the hint of a smile , goading him on as if to say : earn it . try . she was rarely one of the few victors chosen to come to the capitol ( for a reason , she thought . she hated all of these pompous pricks . ) , and there was usually not a shortage of those invited back from district four every year . . . but this one was all too personal . she wondered if snow got some sort of pleasure from watching his torture played out in person rather than on a screen . it was far too much of a coincidence that she was brought to the city to watch the quiet , red haired girl on screen try to survive .

❛ give me a reason to trust you , and i might consider it . only people naïve to the world trust freely , plutarch . ❜

#etcircenses #tbt .#[ i'm so sorry i truly missed this ]#[ and i'm also redoing my tags rn so i will come back and tag this once i get there ]#[ but i was thinking during the 73rd?? but if you want something else lmk!! ]

what folklore monster are you descended from ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤleviathan !

descended from sea monsters , your soul is an ocean deep , dark , and full of unseen currents . you experience emotions in tidal waves rather than ripples , and you often feel things before you can name them . people may think you are calm , but inside you carry storms . your instincts come from places most people avoid : intuition , fear , longing , unconscious memory . the leviathan bloodline gives you depth and intensity , but also immense resilience ; nothing scares you more than your own depths , and nothing makes you stronger than navigating them .

TAGGED BY : @et--circenses ! TAGGING : @survivuers ( blight ! ) and everyone else !!

#⋮ ❛ every day i add another stone to the walls i've built around me . › ( n : headcanons )

qverdia

ooc . the concept of seeing the last 20 minutes of my least favorite hunger games movie giving me muse for abilene for the first time in a few months . i'm gonna be clearing out some stuff but if someone wants like . . . a meme or smth give this a like and i'll send you a few ?

#[ it was mockingjay in case you were wondering ]#[ and also here ]#⋮ ❛ i bless these pickles in the name of all that is good and pickle . › ( ooc : pickle priestess )

𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝚈 / 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂

VERBAL / LINGUISTIC: enjoys writing, good at editing, avid reader, uses fancy words, enjoys word games, speaks of what they read, remembers quotes, likes puns and rhymes, enjoys foreign languages.

MUSICAL: highly auditory, can memorize songs, has good rhythm, notices off-key notes, enjoys different sounds, likes to sing, whistles or taps foot, talented with instruments, gifted at composing, sensitive to noise.

LOGICAL / MATHEMATICAL: rational, objective, good at strategy games, likes numbers, seeks precision, grasps complex data, factual, logical, good at math, appreciates science.

INTRAPERSONAL: introvert, intuitive, self-aware, spends time reflecting, likes to learn about self, philosophical, independent, enjoys journaling, works well alone, interested in self-employment.

INTERPERSONAL: extrovert, enjoys social events, loves crowds, empathetic, enjoys teaching others, has many friends, enjoys team sports, counsels others, loves meeting new people, sensitive to others.

VISUAL / SPATIAL: notices colors and shapes, can visualize anything, good at visual puzzles, enjoys geometry, loves to draw and paint, enjoys photography, appreciates books with pictures, good with directions, remembers places vividly, good at artistic composition.

BODILY / KINESTHETIC: learns by doing, well-coordinated, good with hands, enjoys sports, seeks excitement, very active, crafty, good with tools, energetic, enjoys the outdoors, athletic.

NATURALIST: notices natural patterns, learns through natural contact, upset by pollution, comfortable with animals, good at gardening, appreciates plants, appreciates scenic views, inspired by nature, enjoys outdoor activities, aware of weather changes.

TAGGED: i stole this from @brdeverdeen TAGGING: anyone !

#q .#⋮ ❛ every day i add another stone to the walls i've built around me . › ( n : headcanons )

CHARACTER STUDY, TRAITS & CHARACTERISTICS! -> bold=applies to your muse; italics=conditional.

SIBLINGS : sister | brother(s) | other; cousin | none

tagged by : no one ! tagging : you !

#⋮ ❛ every day i add another stone to the walls i've built around me . › ( n : headcanons )

@crestalls sent , [ NURSE ]

the entire bunker smelled too clean , too stale . niamh found herself longing for the smell of dirt , of sand , of rock , of fish , of kelp decaying on the shore . . . anything but cleaner and recycled air . the hospital was the worst location in the bunker for the smell of cleaner and chemicals strong enough she swore her eyes were watering . she never spent a moment longer than she needed to within the white walls except when it came to annie .

shea and jonah had both been cleared the day before , and already sent to their own work stations . this whole thing reminded niamh of a nest of bees , always buzzing and working for the queen . she sat beside annie in a chair typically occupied by finnick , though clearly someone had somehow managed to get him to leave annie's side as the chair was only slightly warm when niamh sat in it . that was a feat in itself , niamh thought .

❛ are you still mad at me ? ❜ niamh asked , never one to beat around a bush when she could barrel right through it . she leaned back in the chair , her good leg crossed over her bad , and let out a deep breath . ❛ have they said when they're gonna let you out ? ❜

#crestalls #⋮ ❛ she's running to be running . it's all she knows to do . › ( v : rebellion )#[ i hope this is okay!! pls let me know if you'd like something else i know you sent this AGES ago ]

@crestalls sent , ❛ patch . help niamh patch up a wound .

❛ you cowardly fuck ! ❜ niamh's voice was scratchy , throat raw from the screaming she'd been doing for close to an hour now . yet still when she heard movement on the other side of the door she was back to pounding on it , scratching as if she could pry it open with her hands . fabric from the peacekeeper's uniforms was still beneath her nails from when they'd dragged her onto the train and away from shea and jonah . one of the peacekeepers had shoved her forward into this room and as her jaw hit the floor she could see one of the large vases in the cabin fall off of the end table near by and shatter on the ground .

❛ i'll gut you ! ❜ she swore when the door slid open again , and niamh was grasping through the crack . her nails bit into the man's cheek as she shoved annie through the door . maybe they hoped the girl would calm niamh down ? ❛ none of you are man enough to come in here yourself ? ❜ she taunted , giving the shut door one final kick .

it was only once she had stopped to catch her breath that she felt it . warm blood rolling down her wrist and hand . the woman looked down and caught sight of the culprit : a shard of that broken vase had cut a gash near her wrist . niamh let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped her hand around the wound to apply some sort of pressure to it .

❛ i'm sorry if they forced you in here . ❜ she spoke quietly towards annie , blue eyes looking from her wound to the woman's face . ❛ cowards , all of them . ❜

#crestalls #⋮ ❛ since it fell into my lot that i should rise and you should not . › ( v : quarter quell )#[ i figured this is probably like RIGHT after the reaping ]#[ when niamh crashes out as they're getting onto the train ??? ]#[ lmk if you want something different ! ]#blood /

@crestalls sent , ❛ tell me what's happening , i'm good at keeping secrets . ❜

❛ i can't . ❜ niamh sighed , hands fidgeting with a small piece of rope she'd torn from the hem of one of the capitol provided outfits . johanna was always so mad that seven was dressed as trees , and niamh had always wanted to say that district four always had some kind of rope . maybe that's all they were here , rope and the smell of fish . her fingers knotted and unknotted the rope , weaving it between her fingers before knotting it again while her eyes looked to the capitol below .

glittering lights , fireworks , muffled cheers . this would be a happy hunger games indeed , she thought bitterly . she turned her attention briefly towards annie , and after a breath shifted on her bed and patted a spot next to her . she wasn't much older than annie , but she saw a lot of her shea in the quiet woman . it was hard to put away those motherly feelings , hard to hear annie's voice without thinking of her little girl back home . she'd been a little more blunt with annie because of this , cold . . . but it was all to protect her .

that was finnick's part of the deal shea and jonah would be safe , annie would be safe . niamh didn't really believe in the whole keeping annie out of it thing , the girl didn't need to be coddled after all , but she wasn't going to argue with her district partner when the stakes were so high . she looked down to the gold bracelet around her wrist , provided by haymitch who insisted katniss wouldn't immediately put an arrow through niamh's chest if she saw it . she hoped katniss found finnick first , he was better at convincing than niamh was .

❛ i'll keep him out of trouble , don't worry . ❜ she meant it as a joke , but there was little humor in niamh's voice . another firework , bright and red , shot up into the sky and exploded somewhere above the tribute center .

#crestalls #⋮ ❛ since it fell into my lot that i should rise and you should not . › ( v : quarter quell )#[ annie: tell me >:( ]#[ niamh: no <3 ]

@2birds1song sent , [ RELUCTANT ALLIES ]

❛ we're allies . ❜ it was all that she could squeeze out between clenched teeth as her hand pressed against the wound to her hip . damn it , she was smarter than that ! niamh's breath puffed from her lips , strands of red hair blowing from her face with each exhale . niamh watched as peeta pulled himself up onto the rocks , coughing and sputtering but without any notable wounds . thanks to her , niamh thought to herself , because it was clear that peeta couldn't swim and especially not when a tribute was trying his best to keep peeta's head under before niamh had dispatched him .

❛ i got him out for you . ❜ she grunted . on her wrist was a gold bracelet , the same that adorned finnick's . . . hopefully a sign that they could be trusted , a sign that the girl would be able to realize before that arrow was loosed into niamh's chest . ❛ help me up , and i'll keep one and two off of your back . got it ? ❜ was niamh entirely sure how she would accomplish that as she couldn't even get up by herself with the wound to her leg ? no , but she wasn't one to make false promises , and adrenaline was one hell of a drug after all .

#2birds1song #tbt .#[ niamh: listen listen listen LISTEN- ]

4lexnilsen

alex nilsen is fairly good at reading people and seeing what their true intentions might be, but he’s been having a hard time understanding niamh. she’s neither friend nor foe, or at least so he thinks. she’d saved his life a couple of times back there. though, it’s not like she’s been particularly friendly ever since they got to thirteen. she’s rough around the edges, blunt, stubborn like a mule, hostile — that’s really all he knows about her. which is strange because he’d spent his time in the arena tending to her wound and carrying her on his back. this kind of experience usually bounds people together for life, but that’s not really the case with this… firecracker of a woman. “yeah, good morning to you, too,” he muses, a hint of sarcasm lingering in his voice.

he shouldn’t really care about her, and he tells himself that he doesn’t, that he’s just being a decent human… and still his heart pangs when he sees her like this, her leg giving out, clearly unable to support the weight of her body. they should have just amputated it, he thinks, but knows better than to make such comments. “relax,” he says instead, careful not to overstep any boundaries and offend her by simply offering help. if she wants to be stubborn and struggle on her own all day, so be it… “i came here to train, too.” he’s not even fibbing. he really is here to workout a bit, but also wants to keep an eye on her, get to know her better. although befriending niamh feels like befriending a cougar. he never quite knows what’s going through her mind.

“i mean, i could…” he trails off, casually extending his hand, doubting she’ll take it. he could help her get up. but only if she wants his help. he won’t pressure her. “i wanted to be alone, too. it gets tiring, doesn’t it? when everybody’s following you around, wondering what you’re up to?”

tcmpst

at first , niamh did struggle . she tried to push herself to her feet but each movement no matter how slight made that leg roar . the nerves were all messed up , they'd told her . . . or at least what was what she understood . they'd either heal messed up , or if niamh was lucky they might even heal correctly . . . but niamh was never lucky . she'd learned a long time ago not to count on luck .

❛ we haven't had a good morning for months . ❜ she muttered and grit her teeth again . she didn't mean to be so hostile , truly . especially when she owed her life to him , when they owed a debt to each other that was impossible to repay . niamh was not too proud to admit that she would have met a painful and bloody end if alex had not scooped her onto his back .

reluctantly , niamh let out a huff . her hand took alex's outstretched one and finally rose to her feet . . . er , her foot . the bad leg she held with only the tip of her toes touching the ground as any weight would cause it to buckle yet again until it stopped whatever spasm it decided to go through . niamh steadied herself with a palm on the wall and moved slowly , hopping on her good leg really , towards the nearest bench to sit .

❛ i didn't come here to train . i came here to pretend like that dummy is plutarch or snow . ❜ she gestured towards the dummy with her chin and huffed a stray copper colored strand of hair from in front of her eyes . the dummy itself was leaking stuffing from countless holes . something about his next comment , when everybody's following you around , that set her blood boiling again . . . because with it brought the image of that blonde boy that followed alex around .

❛ it is tiring , ❜ she bit out . what she would give to have hers following her around . the accusation was somewhat clear in her tone , leave me alone . after another moment and another pause niamh used her good leg to kick the spear in alex's direction . ❛ go on . don't want to be back late for supper . ❜ which alex , who as far as niamh was aware was brought into this whole plan by virtue of being katniss' district partner and little more , would enjoy with his boy while she would worry over her own until they'd give her something to knock her out again . what bullshit .

#4lexnilsen #⋮ ❛ she's running to be running . it's all she knows to do . › ( v : rebellion )#[ me @ you and you @ me: sorry that they're both being bitchy ]

@4lexnilsen liked for a starter !

niamh grunted as she sent her spear into the side of the training dummy , pulling it out and shoving it through the dummy again and again and again . fighting this stupid dummy was the only thing that kept her lucid and gave her something to focus all of this anger that burned in her heart and belly onto something . the dummy certainly showed it , filled with holes and leaking whatever stuffed it onto the floor , ready to rip apart at the seams after niamh had spent most of her day with it for the past few weeks .

she stepped forward to deliver another blow without thinking , stepping onto her bad leg and immediately it buckled . the blow merely bounced off as niamh tumbled towards the ground , letting her knee hit the ground first and a wave of pain ripped through the leg and her hip . she'd got it saving that man , alexander nilsen , the one that katniss wanted on their team . so focused on getting alex to join finnick and katniss on the other side of the cornucopia she didn't realize the male tribute from five was behind her until it was too late . her spear had found his chest but not before his knife ripped down her hip and thigh . she'd only just been able to put weight on it again in thirteen .

she'd done it because the rebels promised . because they swore to her and to finnick that annie and mags and jonah and shea would all be waiting on the hovercraft for them . what a fat load of shit that was . and to top it off they rescued everyone who would listen from twelve . for her . for katniss everdeen . niamh grit her teeth so hard it was a wonder she hadn't cracked one yet when she heard the shifting of movement behind her . probably someone coming to collect her again , to inject something into her that would put her to sleep or drag her off to who knows where .

❛ i said i wanted to be left the fuck alone . ❜ niamh yelled over her shoulder . she was trying to catch her breath and let the pain fade before pushing herself back onto her feet .

#4lexnilsen #⋮ ❛ she's running to be running . it's all she knows to do . › ( v : rebellion )

@oddsfavorcd ( blight ! ) sent : [ TIE ]

❛ oh , wait ! ❜ niamh's voice slurred just a little bit as she placed her hand on blight's chest to keep him from walking away . he was one of the few good things about coming here , and sharing a drink with him was one of the few good times she had in the capitol . she reached for his tie , which to her eyes looked slightly askew , and untied it .

❛ you can't go looking for sponsors all askew . ❜ perhaps she couldn't keep up with blight as much as she thought she could because her fingers didn't seem to be cooperating . she tried to tie it once , twice , before her brows furrowed and her lips pursed . ❛ nets are easier . ❜ she grumbled beneath her breath .

finally , perhaps on the fourth attempt , she created something close to what a tie was supposed to look like . a smile pulled on her lips and she patted his chest . ❛ there . better ? ❜

#oddsfavorcd #⋮ ❛ i am selfish . i am broken . i am cruel . i am all the things they said to you . › ( v : main )#[ niamh @ his tie: >:( ]#[ i don't know if it would be better if she did actually tie it or if it's just like a monkey's-fist knot ]#alcohol /

@oddsfavorcd ( mags ! ) sent : [ COOK ]

niamh gave a shy , almost bashful , grin when mags opened the door . she had just returned to district four from the capitol and had spent the day in the sea to try to wash that place from her skin . it didn't work , but her in laws had the twins for one last night and niamh couldn't bear to return to a quiet , empty home .

in her right hand was a fish a little shorter than her arm with a gray belly , a blue back , and a yellow line down the center of its body leading to yellow fins . by her feet was a small bag full of mussels . a haul that large would've been confiscated under nearly every other circumstance , but niamh had returned when it was dark . . . and the peacekeepers didn't often go chasing after the victors . niamh moved her other arm to hold the fish in both as it was decently heavy and nodded towards the bag with her chin .

❛ i brought dinner . . . if you don't mind the company ? ❜

#oddsfavorcd #⋮ ❛ i am selfish . i am broken . i am cruel . i am all the things they said to you . › ( v : main )#[ we love mags in this house and we always will ]

dcviuma

Nimue had settled in the elevator in what almost seemed like a stoic way. Really, it was just that she was internalizing her thoughts. Arms had wrapped about the mid of her gladiatorial robes. It wasn't so bad now. Gaudy, but not like it had been when they were putting children in the skimpy, showy costumes.

The woman from four had slipped into the compartment with her. Fishing. Not the worst outfits, not the best. Clearly, though, Niamh wasn't happy about it--- or she was projecting hatred onto the costume because she couldn't take it out on the real problem. The poor costume. Nimue's dark gaze followed the pearl, wanting the small, shiny, bead-like object. Then it was gone, disappeared into the floor. How sad.

Her gaze returned. Her voice was curiously soft for one labelled as 'vicious' "I think people would care more." Or maybe she would. She'd never had much of a maternal instinct, but there was something that made her want to protect the elderly. "It's easy to see people you don't know as things. Animals, object, playthings. But the victors who've been around? The ones the Capitol cares about, at least, they'll cause a stir. Them dying will upset people." Or maybe not, maybe they were playthings no matter.

tcmpst

niamh laughed and reached her hands up to the other ear to remove the second pearl earring . her laugh was dull , without humor , and was more of a breath than a laugh . ❛ maybe , ❜ she agreed with a shrug , ❛ but it won't be upsetting enough to stop it . ❜

she knew that many of the other victors were mad and had been the moment that the quarter quell had been announced . . . but then she thought about brutus . she'd heard that he had been excited to go back into the arena . she regarded the other woman for a moment , pearl clutched in her fist . was she excited to ? she didn't seem it , but you never knew .

❛ they don't really care . we're all still district in the end . ❜ niamh shrugged again . her eyes glanced back to nimue's outfit where she cocked her head to the side . ❛ is that all real gold ? ❜ her lips pulled into a smile and with a chuckle she gestured towards her own outfit . ❛ this is real rope , y'know . at least we look good in all of it , right ? ❜

#dcvium #⋮ ❛ since it fell into my lot that i should rise and you should not . › ( v : quarter quell )#[ lmao nimue “the pearl is so pretty :(” niamh “the gold is so pretty :(” ]

@graveston3s ( aldrich or anyone else ! ) liked for a starter !

❛ listen , i know that i'm new to this whole thing . ❜ niamh held out her hands to keep the other from continuing down the hallway . she'd been trying to catch them for days and now that she'd finally found them she wasn't going to let them go without an answer . ❛ but cove , ❜ the female district four tribute this year , ❛ really wants to ally with your kids and . . . well if we're allies we should work together , right ? ❜

#graveston3s #⋮ ❛ i am selfish . i am broken . i am cruel . i am all the things they said to you . › ( v : main )#[ okay so REALLY i left this incredibly open to any of your muses ]#[ BUT if you want something else lmk!!! ]

@dcvium liked for a starter !

niamh couldn't wait to get out of her itchy dress and wipe the make up from her face after the chariots , so she forced her body between the closing doors of the first elevator she could reach . before she even cared to glance around to see who she was sharing the elevator with she was already tearing her hair out of the updo her stylist had had twisted everything in . her eyes then met nimue's and something close to a sardonic grin spread across her face .

❛ it's a good thing we aren't all old and decrepit . ❜ she shook her head and reached up to take off her pearl earrings . ❛ where's the entertainment in old folks killing each other ? it'd be pathetic . they'd barely be able to sell a single ticket . they should really keep it to the young'uns . y'know , for morality's sake . ❜ sarcasm dripped from her voice and she let out a sigh as the second pearl fell to the ground , bouncing once or twice before it rolled into the gold plating at the bottom of the elevator .

#dcvium #⋮ ❛ since it fell into my lot that i should rise and you should not . › ( v : quarter quell )#[ she's being so sarcastic i swear ]

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