LA BELLE DAME *

i see a lily on thy brow with anguish moist and fever-dew

[withereth]

AND ON THY CHEEKS a fading rose;

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…  #WITHERETH  ，an  independent ,  selective  &  private , multimuse from  suzanne collins' THE HUNGER GAMES series ... containing both canon and oc muses . thoroughly adored by  ;  jane ,  24 ,  she  /  her . very crossover friendly !

carrd. | permanent calls. | memes.

affiliated with : @nightlockrebel @wormholxtreme @tridentide @brdeverdeen @towngirlreaped

mobile friendly muse list below the cut ! ©

canon:  annie cresta * primary  asterid march * primary  blair tucker * tertiary cashmere aveline * primary  cecelia doff * tertiary  delly cartwright * tertiary  finnick odair * secondary  madge undersee * request only  merrilee donner * request only

oc:  iunia snow * tertiary  mercy moss blount * tertiary moxie tune * secondary rhoda mellark * request only

[landsccape]

[gothredy]

[dailyclassicart]

Pierre-Auguste Renoir - "Julie Manet with Cat (detail)" (1877)

[classicalcanvas]

Among the Waves by Ivan Aivazovsky

[bebs-art-gallery]

Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)

— by Georges Rochegrosse

[vintage-tigre]

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM OBSESSION *  assorted dialogue from the script of the 2026 film, adjust as necessary

i've often wondered what it means to truly love someone. and then, i realized it's what i feel for you. it's a love that defies the limitations of the world, that remains steadfast even in the face of chaos.

even if the world lost its color, if hope faded into the night, my love for you wouldn't falter.

i don't think romance is real. i think love is real, but not romance.

romance fades. love is a different thing.

you are so lucky you weren't scheduled today.

hey, are you good?

did you get it back?

it's gone! i dropped it down a fucking drain. of all days...

today's been awful.

i'll see you at eight?

i can meet you early if you want. you don't have to be alone just to secure the spot.

don't come back here complaining.

for a very long time, i've tried to find the best way to tell you that you're the only person i've ever met with the same sense of humor as me.

okay, right off the bat, way too strong.

my feelings are strong.

i know i'm not gonna stop you.

dude, i love trivia night. it's all i have. i wake up every wednesday rock-hard thinking about trivia night.

you gotta take her somewhere else. you have to be clear about your intentions.

do you even try to flirt with her?

if she means this much to you, and i know she does, do it right.

are you serious?

you definitely didn't say fuck.

how do you know about the gun?

how many gunfights have you been in, [name]?

stop being an ass.

didn't you say you have a crazy story?

i'm saying no to being around bad, drunk singers when i just want to go home and sleep.

who's gonna sing salt-n-pepa with me?

don't let me forget, i got you something.

i might quit. i'm just not happy there.

i feel like i need to make a big change. i'm not feeling... love. i need my head in the right place to bring this to life.

i wanna write. the good, the bad, the ugly. real shit.

is that stupid?

is that all that's been bothering you?

you always go out of your way for me, and not just me, for everyone...

you said you had something for me?

why don't you come inside, and we can have a few drinks?

i know what you're trying to do.

i have never seen you act this way.

it's not your fault.

can we go, please?

i just can't sleep in my bed. i don't want to be alone.

it smells like you.

i'm sorry i was so weird earlier.

will you sleep with me?

please, i get in my head. i'll stare at the ceiling all night if i'm in here by myself.

given the circumstances... i needed this.

you kissed me!

can you lay with me?

what the fuck happened last night?

you wouldn't believe what a crazy night i had.

i seriously think she needs help.

i slept on the floor. she was freaking me out.

how am i supposed to get home then?

i want to be transparent with you abuout some things.

i know you like me, [name].

i've known you for so long, and i'm just now realizing i don't even know that much about you.

why are you giving it to me?

i love you so much. i don't think i could live without you.

i thought we were having a nice date?

you're cute when you sleep.

make a deal with me.

i am the happiest i've probably ever been.

i was waiting for you to come home.

i can get dressed and go with you.

no one on this earth will ever comprehend what it feels like to love someone as much as i love you.

can i stand outside?

do you like me?

can you tell me you love me?

i can be anything you want me to be.

i love you in every reality.

let's fuck, [name].

you wanted this, but i'm so glad you did.

you made a shitty wish, and you want to reverse it.

what the fuck is wrong with you?

i wish for a billion dollars.

why don't you love me?

you owe me that.

we can make this work baby.

i'm sorry for the theatrics.

[stmoon]

hands brushed ice and debris from her slacks, the tattered and mended over materials having lasted through more winters than she could remember. the metal disc continued it's path, skidding to a stop a few metres in front of her. boots crunched in the half slush as she trudged over to pick up the sled. "nu-uh!" katniss countered, although there was no malice to her tone. she wasn't competitive yes she was and it was eating her up, even if she couldn't admit it. a hand tugged down her braid, pulling the debris and ice from her hair. flakes fluttered down, cooking up a foul idea. she ducked her head, hiding the wicked smirk as she knelt, feigning a fix at her boots. hands swiftly crushed a ball of snow between her fingers before sending the projectile flying towards her friend.

[withereth]

SHE   SCREAMS   ,   FULL   OF   LIFE   when   the   snowball   hits   her   .   squealing   like   the   child   she   is   ,   hands   batting   the   snow   from   where   it   clings   to   her   woolen   coat   .   ❝   you're   gonna   regret   that   ,   katniss   everdeen   !   ❞   madge   yells   ,   bending   to   scoop   up   her   own   snowball   ,   immediately   hurling   it   back   .   with   that   ,   she's   running   to   take   cover   behind   a   wide   tree   lest   there   be   another   onslaught   .

her   sled   is   dragged   along   with   her   ,   held   as   a   shield   .   despite   the   hiding   ,   she   peeks   out   from   behind   the   trunk   ,   mischievous   smirk   plain   on   her   cold-pinked   lips   .   ❝   how   d'ya   like   that   ?   ❞

[joytri]

[cottaqecore]

christian mackenzie heckle

[7pleiades7]

Venus' Baths, (Detail), in English Gardens of Caserta

By: Architect Andrea Graefer (1782) and by: sculptor Tommaso Solari (1762)

[wondersfull]

she thinks it's a bit ironic that they've become friends. johanna didn't play well with others even before she won her games, and most of the people she did manage to get along with... well, they might not have been as aggressive as she was, but they weren't quite as gentle as annie. she assumes finnick kept them from meeting for a long time because he'd always been firm about keeping his relationship a secret, but she assumes it was also because he thought she'd be a bit too much for annie, too. he probably would've been thrilled to see her pay annie a visit now just cause she asked.

"i'm a worse host, trust me." the only guests she had in the victors' village before the rebellion were her prep team or her mentors, and they weren't there just to sit and catch up. her mentors maybe, but johanna had shooed them away half the time because she couldn't stand the sympathy in their gazes. "this guy's grown a bit." she cranes her neck to get a better look at annie's son, nodding in greeting as though he would understand her. "he looks good. and you... you look well, too."

[withereth]

THE   TENDERNESS   WITH   WHICH   SHE   PICKS   UP   the   baby   did   not   come   naturally   .   annie   did   not   yearn   for   motherhood   ,   and   in   fact   despises   it   many   days   ,   but   there   is   love   there   .   the   infant   is   held   cradled   to   face   johanna   ,   wrapped   up   in   a   blanket   to   keep   his   wild   limbs   at   bay   .   she   ,   too   ,   isn't   surprised   at   the   distance   .   to   be   a   victor   is   a   lonely   life   ,   something   she   knows   further   through   her   relationship   to   finnick   and   the   necessary   precautions   put   in   place   .   she   smiles   ,   but   it   doesn't   quite   reach   her   tired   eyes   .

still   grieving   .   still   picking   up   the   pieces   of   a   life   lost   .   ❝   thanks   ,   ❞   it's   loaded   ,   containing   so   much   that   she   can't   put   into   real   words   .   ❝   i   ,   ah   ,   somedays   i   feel   better   than   others   .   this   is   one   of   those   ,   ❞   she   admits   ,   trying   to   lose   the   shame   that   comes   on   inherently   .   the   doctors   had   warned   her   ,   so   it   was   her   job   to   stay   afloat   .   ❝   he's   started   smiling   ,   which   is   exciting   .   see   ?   ❞   she   tickles   at   the   baby's   cheek   with   her   fingertip   ,   eliciting   a   bright   little   grin   .

[dailyclassicart]

Harold Knight - "The Reader" (1909)

[polkadotmotmot]

Elena Wuest - An afternoon Tea, 2026 - Oil on canvas

[graunblida]

lexa knows the statement is not an invitation for the question she is about to pose, but she can't help but ask it anyway. " okay then. who are you? " the victor knows little about her paramour outside what she had gathered the first few instances they had crossed paths. she's a designer, an artist and a socialite. but that isn't all. despite the whimsy and carefree attitude, there's something CALCULATING under the surface. there's a part of her that's certain she will never know the real maxima tune. a shame, but perhaps the version she knows now is enough.

she wants to believe that at her core moxie is unlike the others in the capitol. that she's grounded and real. the type of person lexa would have sought out on her own and not through the influence of other victors and members of the ruling district. but would it change anything if the stylist turned out to be just as shallow and self-serving as the rest? doubtful. the former tribute would still wind up at the other's doorstep year after year. the sex is good - makes for an even better distraction. why mess with what isn't broken?

she retrieves her glass from the end table beside the couch. " nothing at all. though, i suppose it would depend on what it is you were searching for. " response is punctuated with a lengthy sip.

[withereth]

SHE   SMIRKS   ,   FINGERTIPS   EXTENDED   to   lexa's   cheek   as   she   leans   in   .   the   answer   is   easy   ,   only   takes   a   moment's   thought   before   it's   given   .   ❝   i'm   someone   who   wins   .   ❞   a   cruel   one   ,   maybe   ,   in   the   presence   of   a   victor   ,   but   not   untrue   .   she   doesn't   think   it   unkind   ,   paired   with   a   kiss   to   the   tip   of   her   nose   .   even   in   the   capitol   ,   there   are   winners   and   losers   beyond   what   those   in   the   districts   see   .

outer   rings   of   the   city   drowning   in   debt   ,   selling   their   bodies   and   souls   to   keep   up   with   fashion   trends   ,   groveling   for   jobs   .   it   seems   only   fair   to   maxima   to   acknowledge   her   place   .   hailed   from   a   great   ,   old   family   ,   never   wanting   for   anything   .   it's   all   fell   into   place   around   her   .   perhaps   she   is   not   so   evil   as   those   at   the   top   ,   generous   with   money   and   willing   to   recognize   humanity   in   the   districts   ,   but   she   cannot   outrun   her   blood   .

❝   now   ,   what   are   you   searching   for   ?   ❞   moxie   asks   out   of   pure   curiosity   ,   voice   dropping   to   a   murmur   in   the   close   distance   .

[expressions-of-nature]

Wild Garlic Woodland by Michelle Bullimore