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[ooc] Hi I’m Orion, I run an RP blog for my thg OC Silas I think your blog and characters are really cool okay have a nice day <3

Hey there! I’m inactive for at least these next few weeks, so I wanted to answer this before I go. I’m glad you like Doc! And since you put it in multiples I think probably you’re also referring to Azrealus which is 👌 I think I’ve posted about him like once?

Have a lovely day, Orion!

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Doc is like what did you think was going to happen?

I don't know you creepy boy-- give her back!

very small thing in thg fic that bothers me—as someone who has a keen interest in history and special interest in pregnancy—specifically:

why do so many thg fics that include some surprise pregnancy element include them getting pregnancy tests of some kind? let’s be so for real, unless they’re in career districts—or like, routinely prostituted—they don’t have access to that shit. if they suspect they’re pregnant, they’re gonna pee on seeds like the ancient egyptians or like... wait until the baby quickens (which you—on average—start to feel earlier when you’ve been pregnant before).

also, they’re not going to suspect pregnancy right away, not necessarily. most of the time, in this world with poor health care and food insecurity, irregular cycles are going to be very normal. they’re also going to start menstruating later on average than we do and have shorter and lighter cycles—again, on average. even if they’re sick a miss a cycle or two, it might be overlooked, especially by a first time pregnancy or in a situation where someone doesn’t suspect they can be pregnant.

side note: other than say, condoms made from animal intestines, the districts aren’t going to have birth control—and even condoms are probably illegal… but if there’s a need, someone is going to make profit from it. (as a matter of fact, I have the partner of one of my d10 victors runs a black market condom making scheme that makes BANK.) their sex ed is also probably non existent (unless you’re in like… d10 and take care of animals, or have a doctor for a parent).

tl;dr: I am a nerd who likes using my historical knowledge and applying it to panem where it makes sense

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ooc post, NOT proofread but oh God if anyone wants to rp it or yap about him, DM!

a little bit ill about an AU where bucky never becomes the Doctor. I mean, he's so incredibly science driven, so I'd imagine he'd use his father's winnings, some anyhow to buy himself into a medical apprenticeship. Starts real young, wraps school soon. And then when he's older, 17 or 18 he gets reaped. Never had much of a relationship with haymitch, never much liked him after the age of 9 or so.

So loud. So messy, and he's a bit emotionally unstable, which y'know checks out but he was absent, scared of getting close. Talking to his little bitty Buck who goes by Dr Abernathy now, for the first time in a year and he's sending him away to die. Now if I'm being realistic about it, I'd say that he probably would die in the arena. He's not particularly strong.... very smart , very clever! But unless the arena centers around a special kind of puzzle he's dead. Coming back wrong, sharper.

Cruel.

barely verbal besides shouting at his father...

In every universe he's taken away.

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Do we bring back this era of Lokio do we. There's so much lore I came up for when I wrote this a year ago and then posted it like 2 months back but..

Politician!Reader x Finnick Odair

Both Feel The Same When Your Eyes Are Closed (1.7k)

Twelve begins with this, as much does, with this and his mother. She is multifarious. Steady at the grindstone. A wit sharper than his father’s, with mind and word; courageous; cunning, and—of all—compassionate. With mind and word, she grants her son many little shining beads of hope. To him, she urges that he don these ‘round his neck, bare them polished, but to never tell his father or of the rapier. 

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It had been a good night. Well. As good as the nights leading up to the games usually were. There was always an excessive amount of events to strut wealth about, though you’d never been sure who it was for. The tributes certainly didn’t care, and everyone here knows everyone else. If you hadn’t been raised in this circle, you’d likely never join it. And you’d been born on the edges, but with a good solid smile and a sharper tongue than being a radio show host like your mother required. So it’d been this game, slowly pulling in, amassing wealth without real need. 

There are mentors, victors, whatever you’d want to call Snow’s dolls out here tonight. They’ll be trying to secure sponsors, you remember. It’d been a while since you’d watched the games, so a few newer faces weren’t very discernable. Two from District 4, a few from 1 and 2, oh, hey, isn’t that the woman from District… 7? Who somewhat yelled at you and your conversation partner, drunk as a whale, a year ago?

You’re still cataloging when someone slips a drink into your hand, something a little too sweet for your tastes, but you know how to play, so before looking, you slip a light crease at the eyes and turn. It’s District 4, male. You don’t remember his name, but you don’t remember many names- people who work with Snow often lie into roses themselves, so there hasn’t been much reason to remember anything but titles.

“Hey, sweetheart. Saw you takin’ a peek from all the way over,” he says, sultry, and you allow yourself to enjoy the carefully crafted tone of voice faded into ease. “Mm.. I suppose I’ve not been hiding myself nearly enough for a clever eye like yours,” you tell him smoothly, sipping the drink just once before setting it on the nearby bar where it’ll be forgotten. 

His posture is relaxed, just the right amount, white shirt buttoned down enough that it’s barely buttoned at all, hair tossuled. He’s well tanned and well kept in general, with a fake smile to rival your own. “I guess not, hm? Nice getup, though. The bracelets are a vintage touch- a bit classier than the others, aren’t you, sweets?” he says, voice a bit soft, coaxing. Praising styles is a pretty good strategy, even you’d memorized all kinds of flat-toe shoes in grade school.

“Well, I’m pleased you liked them. They’re just some scarf linings braided, but let’s keep that between us, no?” you reply with a small smirk. That is the truth- some kid in District One had been selling them when you had walked back through town from your meeting, needing a bit of fresh air. He’d been kind of scruffy- shame that he was a district kid, could be a stylist if he was born to a different family. There’s just a creeping of surprise of 4’s face at hearing the reason, and he makes the next move.

A hand against your waist, at the well-fitted but slightly uncomfortable faded black hem, thumb hooked over the belt. You don’t say anything immediately, letting the hair at the back of your neck stop standing up, sudden contact. “Who’re you rootin’ for, love?” he says, and you quickly flash the statistics, trying to block the sensation of a pale thumb sliding along the belt without pushing off and drawing attention.

“Haven’t picked yet, they’ve drawn names?” you ask, considering the time. It’s a bit early, no? “This morning, didn’t you-” he cuts off, swapping the perplexed look for a more suave one. “Must’ve missed it, then. I imagine you have some good ones?” You prompt, and he looks a bit sad when he says that they’re both promising, but the boy- he’s brilliant, very skilled. He’s selling, and you’re not sure if buying is quite the right idea. 

…It is prefferable to entertaining the lovely Mrs and Mr Chaffin sniffing around, at least. “They’re both 17 this year? Well, good for them. Better shot, statistically then. It’s been a few years since you’ve had a victor, no?” you ask, tone light but not missing the sudden stiffness that slips through him at the mention.

You remember seeing clips of that last game, just because it had been sent by a campaigning ally as a joke, some odd analogy comparing children trying to keep their heads above water to the surge in networking apperances around the annual game season. Haha, very comparable. But it’s entertainment, and here we love entertainment. 

The victor has managed to drape one of his arms against yours at some point, leaning in, casual. He’s a little taller than you, but seems to be putting an effort to dull down the intimidation. “They are, both promising… and well, sweetheart, I can promise you more than a good show if you bet on the winning lot this year.” he says, eyes a bit lidded.

He’s been sipping from your drink a bit- rather, the one you hadn’t cared for, but seems only lightly spritzed, putting in effort to seem more of a ditz than he is. He’s closer to your face now and despite yourself, a bit of something licks in your gut as his chin is almost and inch away from being against your sternum. 

Pink, slightly bitten lips, drowsed seafoam eyes that the Capitol must fawn over, plus that soft tone. Well, he’s pretty, and persuasive, if nothing. “But, but!” he interjects as if forseeing the polite decline coming, which he probably did, experienced as he is. “Enough about the best rated showing of the year, tell me something about yourself!” and he’s going the flattery route, and though you can tell it’s a little fabricated, this strategy suits him. The older lady from his district taught him well, good on her. “Ah, not much to say. You know who I am, or you wouldn’t be at my gala, no? I enjoy a good coffee, I work with the goverment, but I can’t say on what for the sake of confedientiallity.” you tell him. And none of it is a lie, barely even by ommision. You won’t say sugar in it makes you sick or that you have no idea what his name is, or who invited victors at all. “Yourself, a seafarer, I suppose?” 

“Ah, well- I’m the star, no? Not much time for boating about when you’ve got this many adoring fans, darling,” he says with a laugh,  blowing a kiss at some nameless woman who’s been staring at the both of you. Personally, having so many fans you couldn’t actively leave for home or enjoy your own time… well, to you it’s not that delightful, but to each their own!

You always figured it would make sense for victors to take advantage of being thrust into the public eye. There’s very few you know of that go home, they generally choose to be here in the capitol, to soak in their glory, make connections. Win for their districts. You suppose you can admire such an act, you yourself love your city, your country. There are bad things in it, but there always will be, and you love it nonetheless. 

You acknowledge his stardom, you do. He smiles but you see edges to it, but he’s been doing this ten years. You’ve been doing it since you were three. “Have I brought you over to my side yet, Angel?” You slip back into reality. Oh. “Well, I suppose so,  ” You tell him, tone pleased, but if he can read he could know you’re halfway there. You only bet on winning dogs, and four is a risky one.

He curls a lock of hair around his finger and presses against the wall, closer to you than before but now at your side, so you shift to face. And he look you up and down and slides the; “I’m sure we can… come to an arrangement, no?” he asks and you smile without trying. “What would you suggest?” you ask him, and he smirks, tounge poking lightly out the corner of his mouth for just a second, suggestive. 

You cut it before he explains, though you’d like to say you do it rather eloquently. “How about a nice dinner, hm? Some good company, say, this next Sunday?” He blinks a bit, caught off guard, though his body language remains loose. “Romantic, aren’t you, pretty boy?” he asks with the hint of teasing in his tone. You grin back, though it’s a bit fake at the creases of your eyes.

“Well, is that a yes?” you ask simply and he lets out a low chuckle. “- sounds just darling.” He dips his head and golden blond curls tun and slip just slightly out of how they’re neatly arranged. Then takes your hand- his slightly rough palm against your own, silky smooth and not a scar in sight under the powder sealed. He glances for a second at the slightly jagged bits at the turns of your nails, proof of life inside a carefully curated mannequin. His own are perfectly smooth and painted over clear, as he presses his lips to your skin. 

You give him a glittery smile, and he exchanges one without teeth, with a little wink before turning to go, stressing the movements of his limbs- long, partially bare legs that have glitter painted on, making it a sight to behold. It’s drawn not just your own eyes but many others, 

and… as ridiculous as it sounds, it’s almost as if you’re looking at something,

rather than someone. 

There’s a feeling of feathers against your sternum, a sparkle from that fairly dry conversation that stays with you- although you’re not certain if it was the alcohol or the slightly unguarded looks certain answers drew out. He was a good player of this game we call civility if nothing else, and dinner will be nice.  

You look down at your hand and wipe the faint gold glitter away. 

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Notes; Okay! Would love feedback and there is a whole narrative backstory and plot flushed out so hopefully you guys are into it. Mr and Mrs Chaffin who are mentioned are from the fic "The Victorious" by the excellent @youcantseeus-fan as a call out. Thank you!

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Thanks for the tag annie-girl

Very accurate I'd say. For the third prompt I changed me to myself because I was just getting angst quotes and I didn't want to upload an angst quote. Amen.

@sparklebear11 (let's continue to play dolls)

@mycatisholdingmehostage398 , @ssweeterthanfiction ( I want to get to know both of you better :)

ִֶָ ☾. ִֶָ — tag game!!

let pinterest describe you to its best abilities and share how accurate you believe it is!! use the first picture that pops up!!

first search “aesthetic”, then “character”, and lastly “me”

thank you for the tags @dearmisshoney @riddlesrizzler 🖤

aesthetic ⋆ character ⋆ me

npt: @obsessedwithceleste @pizzaapeteer @godricgryffinsnore @draco-malfoys-lovergirl @redeemingvillains

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I have a condition it's called I unironically get evil white men every time I take personality quizzes.

- President Snow

- Rick Sanchez

-Dr. Brenner?

The list goes on but I do not.

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Ms. Everdeen.

out here with the worst kind of plot armor

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Reblog if you've read the Mysterious Benedict Society

i need to find this elusive fandom

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Reads like Haymitch and Katniss post war.

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Hey! So, while I do not know everyone personally, especially the newer people, and people have not put on the list yet, I do know a portion of our group are minors. I do not believe everyone is, however. Also hello to all the new people! Or people who were here that we just hadn't interacted with so much yet. If you go to my page I have all the blogs currently listed, and I will be updating them with the newer ones pretty soon, probably after checking in with them individually.

Can I ask how old people are in this rp? I’d love to join but if it’s only minors here then I would have to pass on it. :(

//I’m pretty sure it’s mostly if not all minors sorry. I would ask @lokiostasis tho they have all the tags or rp accounts //

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swallows

hey everyone so i made which hg character are you quiz and you can take it!

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Adore being part of such a brilliant group of people in The Hunger Games Community here however. Sometimes I want a few thousand words that are just some wholesome little story maybe a little filler type fanfic....

and I stumble upon a 340k retelling of odair's life ending with his demise and

Guys I love how smart and amazingly talented we are at writing but guys guys I am up the wall comrades please ( do not stop this is great)

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What about a young Haymitch from SOTR? Would he be accepted?

I'm not entirely certain but I think it could be plausible if our current Haymitch would be alright with it.

@sunrisenalcoholic

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The Hunger Games: Roleplay Blog List

@anniefromfour - Annie Cresta

@panemsonlydoctor - Doc / Oliver Buckwheat Abernathy

@jojofrom7 - Johanna Mason

@d4boundvictor - Finnick Odair

@twelvemutt - Peeta Meelark / hijacked mindset

@king-of-panem - President Snow / does 4 versions from pre-tbosas to trilogy. Also parody.

@sejanusplinth - Sejanus Plinith

@sunrisenalcoholic - Haymitch Abernathy

@lou-lou-mccoy - Lou Lou

@alexandritejewel - Alexandrite Mink Jewel

@officialmaudeivorybaird - Maude Ivory Baird

@lenoredoverp - Lenore Dove

@katniss-everdeen12 - Katniss Everdeen

@thelonesomewild - Lucy Gray Baird

@snowalwayslandsontop - Coriolanus Snow- ( this blog does from ballad up to the present games.)

@theirpropaganda - Pre-War Peeta Meelark ( operated by the same user who does hjacked ver)

@clerkcarmineclade - Clerk Carmine

@sheburnsalone - Mockingjay Katniss

@themaysileedonner - Maysilee Donner

@boywiththebreadpeeta - Peeta Meelark. (separate roleplayer from the other Meelark blogs!)

@capitolstylistcinna - Cinna

@effietrinketuwu - Escort Effie Trinket

@oddsmakerwyatt - Wyatt Callow

@district-two-clove - Clove Kentwell

@thetigrissnow - Tigris Snow

@official-capitol-of-panem - Media Intern in Capitol (pre mockingjay)

Send a comment if you would like for me to update the list, or need help integrating.

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first five emojis you associate with yourself ☕🥼🕶️🩺⛈️

@sparklebear11 @howdyjourney - I can't think of it other mutuals would be interested in. If y'all wan't go for it

list five emojis you associate with yourself

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tags .ᐟ @your-mommy-ems @glowydiaries @binibby @jjsblueberry @lovethornes @midiosaamor @maybxlle @daystarpoet @auntiejohn @sororygilmore @haeerizm @inmyheaddd @gentlehue @xoxoivy13 @sweetreveriee @sweetnnaivete @catchmeonyourceiling @calamaroo @hers-underwraps @mooshie-blue @lost-in-reveriie @xoxoivy13 @xoxochb @caramelmiacchiato

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Peeta Meelark is both Orpheus and Eurydice in book 3.

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Thanks for the tag, annie-girl!

I'd say either a bird of prey like a falcon, or a type of predatory wildcat. So, maybe one of the famous winged lions of European folklore.

Plain white button up, purple if the white ones are all dirty. Simple leather or aviator jacket over it with some plain black pants.

Ahm, was going to say one of the marine creatures because I prefer swimming, but my friend interjected that vampires suit me for the clothes, temperament.

I've been told I dress like a eccentric 60-year-old man. Or if I'm holds up in my lab, a 12 year old boy.

Don't drink milk.

Generally mine dry but if I have to I do milk on the bottom for distribution as you please.

If I were going to kill someone I would make it a study of some sort, for kicks, something personal. Perhaps an experimentation on the different parts of the brains lighting up on an MRI as the brain is retrained to think things. Then eventually, maiming parts of the brain and recording responses until I go too far. Perhaps a vivisection for use of the corpse, then keep the tissue for regeneration experiments.

tags :: @howdyjourney, ( if y'all want to do it in or out of character): @d4boundvictor @jojofrom7 @panemsonlydoctor

yk what I'll also do this get to know your mutuals cuz I thought bout it for a bit and I think I have to or I'll explode

get to know your mutuals♡

if you could be any animal which one would you choose to be? (can be fictional) (and you can explain why if you want to)

what would you choose when you're in a hurry and have nothing to wear?

are you a witch, vampire, fairy, dryad, siren or a mermaid and why do you think so?

what is your style?

regular milk or plant based milk?

which one do you put first milk or cereal?

fav way to kill someone? (idgaf if you never thought of it now you have to think of something and make it at least a bit cool I'm begging)

and I'll go first cuz I can

girl I wrote kinda a lot in these answers but I just had to brag about my fav way of killing people🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ and okay maybe it's kinda stupid that I'm also doing this game even tho I made it for others but who cares?

I can't choose but either a phoenix or a wolf cuz the allegory of both of these animals absolutely stole my heart

anything in my wardrobe that looks good (and it's almost always not adequate for the cold weather, I literally can wear a mini skirt when it's like 2°C outside and there are times when I am wearing a mini skirt and a crop top when it is 0°C and even when it was -3°C I don't care)

something in between vampire and a dryad cuz I feel like I would be a good vampire I don't know how to describe it but I just know and that's it and also a dryad cuz when I think of them they give me rather a messy and chaotic vibe which is def how I act and overall express myself so I'd say that I'm sometimes both sometimes one and sometimes the other

I'm goth so my style is overall gothic and / or cunty

regular but only 1,5% fat

CEREAL

sooo this is my fav way, first - pepper spray in the face so they can't see and therefore they can't run away, second - start scratching their legs with a pocket knife as hard as possible and try to find an aorta and cut there (making it even harder to run away), third - stick the same knife into all of their fingers (why not), fourth - knock out their teeth with a knuckle duster and finally - when they open their mouth trying to catch a breath from the blood and saliva running into their throat pour fluoroantimonic acid into their mouth and it's done! and I'll add that fluoroantimonic acid is called the most corrosive acid in the world ans if it touches the skin it causes huge damage and if poured into someones throat it'll burn the insides and kill. I think I'm really creative cuz I came up with this when I was writing one of my books and now I'm obsessed

tags: @n1eprzytomnadesperacja @niketas-s @r4tkisses @dawkacynizmu @gothicm0rph @slowacki006

and with question 7 rn I'm mostly thinking about one bbg ( @dawkacynizmu I'm looking at you ) cuz a bit after I came up with this question I thought that you might have an interesting answer