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like / reblog this if you’d be interested in writing with an au - based mei chang with thg and marvel verses ( as well as others tbd ) !! 

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come love my daughter !!

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come love my daughter !!

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what is your animal familiar ?

the red panda.  despite its name, the red panda is not related to the more commonly known giant panda. these beautiful furred animals are mostly known for their red, raccoon - like patterns. though they are adaptable, their environment is threatened constantly by human activities. just like that, you are a very creative and unique individual, who is a quick learner and picks up on things rather quickly. however, you may be afraid to step outside your comfort zone, in fear that the community or people around you could tear your ideas away. a red panda familiar inspires their master with creative thoughts and tries to ward off chaos in the environment around them.

this familiar represents : creativity, quick learners, adaptability, shyness, reluctance of others, artistic / poetic individuals.

tagged by : @codesworn. tagging : anyone who feels like doing it !!

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sorry for the absence !! been super busy with work. i’ll get to things ( as well as start a super special sideblog for a beloved character i want to play again ) once i rest a bit !! 

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     curse his quiet politeness, his eagerness to be of assistance —— it's what lands beetee the unpleasant work like this. he's been crouched by the other victor's chair for going on five minutes now, knees getting sore, thigh muscles straining, and still, he hesitates. it's so hard for any of them to sleep well, after all, not to mention how volatile haymitch tends to be. nothing good can come of this. but, with having agreed to the task, beetee can do nothing but take a deep breath, hope dearly there's no blade hidden in haymitch's wrinkled shirt, and reach out to give him a firm shake.  ' haymitch. haymitch, wake up, please. '

starter call.  //  @marxistregime.

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     there are those who might cower at the sight of a woman like this —— perhaps, had she not spoken, beetee would have been one of them. but the moment she says that magic word, science, her strangeness does not matter. she appreciates scientists, and therefore, she is a friend.  ' i'm something of a scientist myself, actually. er, an INVENTOR, anyway. is this rocket of yours one as well ? i do love comparing projects with like - minded people when i can find them. it's great fun. '

“ rocket does the science. ”  she loosely calls all the bombs and things science without actually mentioning what they are.  they’re working on showing themselves as more than OUTLAWS,  and she supposes that keeping the bombs a secret could be the way to go.  her lips curve a little,  though she is careful not to mimic the expression she first used on DRAX.

    @builtwings (sc)

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got work today !! hmu on d.iscord ( gaybbie#3898 ) to chat or plot !!

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got work today !! hmu on d.iscord ( gaybbie#3898 ) to chat or plot !!

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finnick.

     trembling hands ran over the smooth surface of the trident. he could still feel the eyes of the attendant at his back — he was far too valuable to be allowed an indulgence such as death; some things hadn’t changed, though snow had been swapped for coin, and the capitol had been exchanged for the dark prison that was district 13 — but for a moment his heart and breath seemed to spark to life again. he looked beetee’s way after long observation, faintly testing the weight of the weapon as he turned to the older victor.  “it’s perfect.”  the tiniest of half-smiles ghosted across finnick’s pale face. 

     if he tried with all his might ( and he certainly had the brain capacity for such a delusion ), he could pretend that nothing had changed. ignore the attendant at finnick's shoulder and simply imagine that they were in the capitol, beetee presenting another of his inventions to provide a means of distraction for them both as the games wore on. but, no —— it would not do to pretend. it would benefit no one to reject the reality of their situation in favor of something minutely more comfortable, even if that meant facing the hollow shell his fellow victor and friend had become.

     he fiddled with a device in one hand that resembled a bracelet and extended the other to finnick, asking wordlessly for his wrist.  ' you haven't seen anything yet, my friend. if you'll give me your hand, please, i can show you the fun part. '

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     —— a man whose mind is occupied by other, far more complex things.  //  ind. priv. sel. beetee latier. novel - based. penned and adored by abbie.

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As I try to avoid looking at his family, I learn that his name was Marvel. How did I never know that? 

( temp. )

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        ❝   and from now on,   i don’t care if my tea leaves         spell die,   RON,   die   —   i’m just chucking them in         the bin, where they belong.   ❞   —   RON WEASLEY.

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“I have always thirsted for knowledge, I have always been full of questions.”

— Herman Hesse, Siddhartha

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     —— a man whose mind is occupied by other, far more complex things.  //  ind. priv. sel. beetee latier. novel - based. penned and adored by abbie.

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     —— a man whose mind is occupied by other, far more complex things.  //  ind. priv. sel. beetee latier. novel - based. penned and adored by abbie.

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gale.

     his hands stilled. he looked sideways, down into beetee’s face. the comfort felt a bit like the soothing from hazelle’s hands, when he woke sobbing in their small quarters in thirteen. he felt like a child for the first time since dad’s death when she held him, and he felt a bit like a child now as well. you’re not a child. he stiffened and returned to the work, giving beetee a nod of appreciation.  “i wanna do whatever i can to end this war.”  he wanted to end the capitol — that was a truer statement. he wanted to save others from snow’s reach like he hadn’t been able to save everyone in twelve. 

     ‘ i know. ’  oh, but did he ever know. the calm and collected facade he presented to the world hid DECADES’ of suffering at the capitol’s eager hands —— from his reaping at the tender age of sixteen, the blood he had been forced to spill to save his life ; to the dozens of tributes he had been forced to mentor and then present to the arena as quarry, only to see them killed year after year ; to the cruelty of the QUARTER QUELL, forcing him back into the competition himself. he knew their injustice and inhumanity well indeed. no more.  ‘ we can overcome them, gale. and we will. it may not be brief, but in time, i have confidence that freedom will be ours. ’