- s ᴀ ᴄ ʀ ɪ ғ ɪ ᴄ ɪ ᴀ ʟ. ❞

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     delicate fingers curl, knuckles barren pale beneath her skin- sienna gaze focused, near daggers as they study the being ahead of her. she wants to scream and cry, wants to fight them like some CHILD but she knows that will never get her point across.   ❝ you can’t protect me from everything, ❞ she settles upon instead. ivory clench, scream protest against each other.   ❝ let me fight. i didn’t DIE for nothin’. ❞

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theme giveaway. ❤

i recently passed my next few milestones and now i have the time for a giveaway; here we are! 2 people will win a theme made by moi, pop ups included if you want them. must be following me, must be a roleplay blog, likes and reblogs count ——– ends 12th of June xoxox

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- gale. *

        Never would he have expected this life for him. Gale is more than just a soldier – he is important. He’s got some kind of a purpose in this whole thing now, making a difference. The rescue took its toll on them all, the victims more than anyone else of course. It’s put him back and forth through the hospital, initially for himself and then to check in on the other victors. He’s hardly expecting anyone to come to him though – a brief warning of his name causing his head to turn just as Rue jumps. He’s nearly caught off-balance, barely enough time to catch her with a wide grin. 

        “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” 

     arms remain looped loose around gale’s neck, head resting on his shoulder as she breathes in slowly. the grip is reassuring, TIGHT but not overly so - just enough to remind her she’s still here, still safe, still  a l i v e.  she shakes her head firmly, brows furrowing at his question. a slight pout forms before she bites her lip, mulling over how to phrase her words carefully, a trait left over from her time in the capitol. finally she speaks in a hushed tone, but one that she hopes carries playful as to not WORRY gale.   ❝ nope! they had to do a check up and that’s all. ‘m okay! cleared to go. ❞

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WONDERFUL PERSON AWARD ♡✧( ु•⌄• ) once you get this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask box of some people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're wonderful inside and out

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     rue knew this was going to be another check on her health, taking simple vitals and that’s about it, but it still scared her half to death. she hated the needles and the cement walls. the poking, the PRODDING, the demands to do as told so they could make sure she was healthy - it brought back so many memories of the capitol she’d give  a n y t h i n g  to forget. by the time the damn thing’s over she’s shaking and in tears, eager to escape the damn place and get her hands on morphine to blur the clarity of the memories or something. she’s being escorted out when she seems HIM: sees gale, standing by and talking to someone else. she pays the other no mind, instead choosing to run toward the tall masc. a soft cry of “gale!” is the only warning he gets before rue’s throwing herself at him, jumping as high as she can to wrap her arms  a r o u n d  his shoulders.

@ingloriious !!

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                                     i’m hard to catch. and if they can’t catch me,                                     ＴＨＥＹ   ＣＡＮ’Ｔ   ＫＩＬＬ   ＭＥ.

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- haymitch. *

Tension rolled through his shoulders as he paced, back and forth, side to side, across each square foot of the training centre. Haymitch had long since given up holing away — he had sponsors to grease, and this year, his team finally had a CHANCE.

Conversations were animated and full of emotion: girl on fire!, star-crossed, higher odds! Those words were on fast forward, thrown at any sponsor with a fat wallet willing to spend it on a winning tribute. Katniss was a winner, he knew that in his heart. Peeta was too, but there came a time when you had to choose.

Grey eyes locked onto the large projection screens in the square as he kept close track of his tributes. They’d teamed up with Rue from 12, the little shadow who’d endeared herself to his kids. A smile pulled up his perpetual frown and he watched the three of them tend to each other. Peeta was in bad shape; he knew what that meant, and yet, he didn’t want to accept it, either. So he kept making deals, shaking hands, reducing his number of drinks until he was almost always sober. He told himself that they would WIN, that it was all worth it. Don’t think about what happens after, don’t think about the longing for death that comes when you realise you’re never gonna stop playing this game.

He was just closing the deal, clasping hands and grinning ear-to-ear, when a loud, gut-clenching sound echoed around the square and he whirled to face the screen. Wisps of hair fluttered in front of his face, his hard breaths scattering the strands in slow motion. Because all he could do was stare — stare and feel the hope he’d allowed to grow shatter in an instant.

They were d e a d. There’s no way they could survive that. He clenched a fist tight and brought it up to his forehead, trying to steady himself. Watch Rue, see what she does. Maybe there’s a small bit of hope after all.

     as quickly as the shaking and thundering had began, the world goes still and quiet. the trees rustle with final movements before the breeze is the only thing that whispers through them. light filters through, GOLDEN and emerald, warm upon her skin that had gone  f r i g i d  in those few moments. her bundle of herbs was still held tight in her hands, throat constricted in on itself as she struggles to breathe. it’s okay. it’s okay. she’s fine, it was just... what even WAS that? doesn’t know, doesn’t care, realizes there’s a bit of a pain on her back leg. not broken. a sprained ankle, perhaps? oh god - if she’s hurt, what about katniss? what about peeta? terror strikes as sharp as the axes she was familiar with at home, the ones used to chop down rotted, useless trees. this time, it’s a savage attack on her insides, insides that have not rotted, ones filled with butterflies and HOPE. so why, why are they attacking?

     she stumbles, blind, through the forest - driven by her need to protect those she had grown to care so much about. trees that were not there before slow her approach, herbs still held tight as she clambers over, knuckles split on the harsh wood. she  c r a c k s  tender bones upon rocks but she does not care, does not falter at the pain. their names are a mantra, a hymn, a prayer - repeated endless, begging. PEETA. KATNISS. PEETA. KATNISS. have to be alive, can’t be gone, they’re too golden too pure too good too strong. she can’t do this without them.

     yet even as she reaches the cave, she knows - knows that her friends are gone. for the cave is not there at all, only stone and moss and vining that had once decorated the walls. the herbs drop from her grasp, soundless as they land - gaze wide and filled with an EMPTINESS as she bites at her trembling lip. can’t cry, can’t cry, she can’t, she can’t, she is. she cries and her tears are crystalline as they fall, hands shaking just as badly as the earth had before. and then she’s moving, approaching the rubble as she’s screaming their names.

      she’s screaming their names and her throat is being rubbed raw, but she does not care. it’s another prayer, another mantra.   ❝  katniss! katniss! peeta?!  ❞   nothing. no reply, just silence. and she keeps screaming, keeps screaming for them and waits for any kind of reply, knows she isn’t going to get one. claws at the rubble until her nails are GONE and cracked and bloodied, until all thats left is soft nail beds and bruises. her stomach churns and she sobs because her friends are gone. her friends are dead beneath rubble in the place they were supposed to be safe, and it’s not- it’s not fair. she’s not going to survive this.

     NOT WITHOUT THEM.

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a quick explanation about what went on when rue was in the capitol / more detail on my au of her for my main!verse where she’s still alive.

so! to start with: she never got an explanation as to how she was alive. they just pulled her from being “dead,” and were like “hey, welcome back, you’re not in the games anymore and not dead but you’re in the capitol sooo, sucks.” so from there the torture really began - more mental than physical things, which screwed her up pretty badly as one could guess. constant episodes of the games, watching herself die ( over and over and over ) - watching katniss’s anguish, watching katniss make her a martyr not a victim. watching katniss kill to survive. watching peeta. then there was the seventy fifth games. they played those, too. told her how katniss did this just because she was a rebel that wanted blood. blood, like all the other victors. so basically you can kind of think she went through a mixture of johanna and peeta’s torture, but without the hijacking. the capitol knew if word somehow got out that rue was not only alive but being tortured physically, things would escalate, after all. the capitol also repeatedly told her that her family was dead but then would show her videos of her family, showing that they were alive, so she doesn’t know if they truly are or not ( but assumes they are. she knows her dad died after starting the rebellion in eleven. ) they’d beat her whenever she said something good about katniss/peeta/any of the “rebels,” would only feed her / give her water / blankets / etc. if she said something bad about the “rebels,” so on and so forth. due to this, she tends to: flinch at touch or even attempts to touch her. loud voices/yelling scare the living crap out of her and she hates the dark. she rarely speaks and when she does it is barely above a whisper and tends to be with a stutter.

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     on the day that she was reaped, she never thought she’d feel she was “safe” again. not until she died, anyway, and even then, she wouldn’t be able to FEEL. yet here she is, katniss on one side of peeta and herself on the other, trying to support him so he can walk. she’s trying not to notice the blood that’s everywhere and trying to ignore the pain of his  w e i g h t  over her own svelte form. and despite everything, she felt safe, because she knew the two of them wouldn’t let anything happen to HER and vice versa. they’ve stumbled through the forest for what feels like hours now, barely talking, and that’s when katniss spots it - a cave, tucked in beneath moss. a few more hobbling steps and they reach it, peeta placed upon the floor as katniss soothes his worries, rue herself attempting to TEND to the wound, but there isn’t enough in the cave to care for it. her hands shake as she realizes just how bad it is, realizes the chances of peeta’s survival are slim to none, but she doesn’t want to  a c c e p t  it. so she refuses to. a day passes in the cave, rue tending to peeta’s wounds with herbs she knows to help and using vines and moss and katniss’s rope to tourniquet it. she knows that it’s not perfect, that it’s just district eleven’s basic treatments, but it’s something. 

     it’s the second day that rue leaves the cave again to replenish her supply. it’s a basic trip - shouldn’t take more than fifteen, twenty minutes - but she has no idea just how HAYWIRE things are going to go. she’s seeking out the herbs still when she hears it. a loud, cracking sound, akin to the static of the mic on reaping day and the  b l a r e  of a cannon shot. her gaze is wide as she freezes, and suddenly, the world begins to  shake. 

@drinkupsweetheart !!

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     she isn’t sure where she hated it more - here in district thirteen, or the capitol. sure, she knew she was safe here, and she didn’t know that in the capitol; and she know that somewhere, katniss was here, too. but here, in district thirteen, she hears the WHISPERS. can feel the eyes on her, fists in their own right. watching the young girl with the sallow-grey skin and the silvered scars on her body, the still healing bruises and  l a c e r a t i o n s.  it’s why she’s chosen to try and stay behind doors in the medical area while she was still permitted. why she’s found the morphine to be such a good friend when they still gave it to her in times of “EXTREME” pain. she’s not expecting her door to open, and jumps in surprise when it does - turning around quickly to face the entering being. brows furrow slightly as she tries to place the  f a m i l i a r i t y  of the man’s face, and barely speaks above a whisper once she places him.   ❝  haymitch, r-right? you’re haymitch?  ❞

@drinkupsweetheart !!

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tag dump pt. 2 ;; people !!

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tag dump pt. 1 ;; basics !!