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🚶 for Leah, any of her HG AUs?

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TRIBUTE / VICTOR VERSE: Growing up together in the District 8 orphanage, Vernice became one of Leah's best and closest friends, practically sisters to eachother. She was the logical minded one, always pulling her dreamer friend back down to earth when she needed it.

(Vernice is also Leah's bestie in her other verses too haha)

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Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life / leah

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MAIN VERSE: Meridian has been Leah's primary seizure doctor since she was a child, after her tragic abduction displacement. Unbeknownst to her, however, he's a CIA plant charged with monitoring her progress into adulthood after her extraterrestrial experiences. The CIA knows why she was abducted. Why her father was abducted before her. But their only interest is to study the after effects, both mental and physical.

He presents as a cheerful, kindly man and has Leah's full trust.

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*swoons*

Always had a crush on Benicio Del Toro but there's something about the makeup and the hair that just sells me. But then again, I've always been a fan of white hair and/or eye makeup (thanks Sesshomaru 🙄)

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My assistant working hard 🥰

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“Tell me more, tell me something I don’t know.” Dr. Soliman @ Leah, for her HG/Victory club verse @hvbris

lewis capaldi : divinely uninspired to a hellish extent album … sentence starters @hvbris // & DR SOLIMAN

"My parents were rebels."

The words left her lips in a hush, a terrible secret that she'd never uttered to anybody else before. But Dr Soliman had a strange way about him.

Leah always found herself willing to say more than she intended in his company. And she was compelled to reveal a truth that she herself had only learned after her victory so many years ago. That had been by design.

"Ms Qualley was head of the orphanage back then. I never got more than a moment to see her or the house I was meant to take in the Victors Village." Or her dearest friends, for that matter, to whom she'd donated that house in their brief parting words. "Anyhow- I was bein' rushed back to the Capitol. I took a wander around and found a letter from her, tellin' me everything about my parents I'd always wanted to know. Their names, their faces-"

Leah's breath hitched, letting the familiar tremor of sorrow trill through her heart. She'd grown accustomed to it after so many years, only tending to it at night. The only time she had for personal feelings after Prospero had snatched her up.

"Their deaths, too. Peacekeeper firing squad, in the central square. She said it was better I didn't know. And...maybe it was. How would it look to crown the daughter of a rebel?"

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Sensenmann (Grim Reaper). Melaten cemetery in Cologne, Germany.

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Reece Shearsmith as Jonah Quigley INSIDE NO. 9 | S9E5 "The Curse of the Ninth"

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heart-shaped forget me nots

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@hvbris // & HERMIONE

When there was time to wait, it was excruciating. Every possible scenario could haunt your mind and there wasn't a damned thing you could do about it. Whether or not it was lucky that their wait was over, Leah wasn't sure, but before she could try to reassure Hermione-

"Quick now!" She ordered, rushing to the injured girl. "Okay, honey, I know it hurts, just hold on-"

While she let Hermione steady the patient on the bed, Leah was grabbing bottles from the sideboard, going through the trauma checklist in her mind. Ease the pain first of all, make the girl easier to work on.

There was blood staining the once crisp sheet already, a sea of red steadily blooming under Hannah who continued to writhe and scream at the sight of her own missing limb.

Firmly but gently, Leah took a hold of her chin in order to pour a potion down her throat. Thank Merlin, it started to take effect swiftly, easing the pain down to a throbbing ache rather than a searing alarm.

Now for the serious threat at hand. They needed to stop the bleeding ASAP.

Preparing her wand- the healing incantation would work quicker with two than one- she looked to Hermione. The girl had an excellent mind for remembering spells, and Leah had no doubt that she'd be able to verbalise along with her under pressure.

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There was a sense of urgency in the air, a trepidation that made Hermione's skin prickle with goosebumps. It was her first time actually helping Leah with patients. In times of war, one had to learn on the job. And she had been warned. The patients would start piling up in the hospital wing of Grimmaud Place soon, apparated by other fighters. 'Hospital wing' was a generous name for the lined-up beds all crammed inside the safe house's living room. But it was all they had.

She glanced at Leah, her eyes quickly moving back to the hallway. "It's nerve-wracking," she admitted. Not being on the battlefield. Waiting here. She'd been told that her skills would be more useful as a healer, and Hermione had obliged -reluctantly, with gritted teeth. She had learned everything she could under Leah's tutelage, but after theory came practice.

There was a loud crack, and George appeared holding Hannah Abbott in his arms. He didn't have time to say much except scream "Blasting curse!" before apparating away with another crack. It was almost superfluous, anyway. Hermione could see that Hannah had been hit by a blasting curse. She was howling and sobbing in pain, and in place of a left leg, all that was left was a mangled thigh. Nothing else. Even the knee was gone, blown into pieces by the hex.

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@peacedr0p // & OCTAVIA

It wasn't that she was unhappy, per se- but the tributes from District 1 and 2 were always so...severe. It was one thing watching them on a screen, but dealing with them in person? A jarring experience, seeing these children acting with such bravado and brutal humour.

Leah gave a sigh and offered her friend a smile. She was right, after all. It was the biggest opportunity they could get. And while there were exceptions from time to time, generally these Districts were fashion leaders.

It depended who won that year, of course.

Her smile brightened when Octavia cradled her face, a soft laugh escaping at the insistence that they should celebrate this opportunity.

"Well aren't you just sweeter than molasses?" Leah replied, reaching to cover Octavia's hands with her own. After a moment she removed them gently from her face, but kept a hold of them, finally giving a little squeeze of encouragement. "We're gonna celebrate you too! This is big for both of us- I'm just thinkin' too much, is all."

"what're you thinking?" octavia asks, head cocked as she finally breaks the quiet that'd fallen between them, "aren't you happy? a two is so much better to dress than - heaven forbid - an eleven or twelve. they were almost born to wear the outfits we can put together! i'm quite pleased for us." she goes back to fiddling with her skirt, attempting to sew a little hole that'd been making itself apparent within the swathes of fabrics that were proving to be more hassle than anything else, but alas.

she glances over at her friend and smiles, "people'll be dying to wear your outfits after this, you know. careers. they pay most attention to them. you're more likely to get a winner, blah blah blah." giving up on her skirt, octavia claps her hands together before taking hold of @uselessdevice's face in her gloved hands, thumbs brushing her cheeks, "we should celebrate. i want to celebrate. celebrate you." and she means that, too - despite how much of a front the younger peacedrop could put up, when it came to her friends, she'd give them her heart in a box if they asked nicely enough.

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@peacedr0p // & LAVINIA

There were a number of faces who he could expect to see at the annual Hunger Games Gala, hosted within the expansive floors of his pride and joy. The main event was taking place on the District 7 floor, to celebrate the newly crowned victor.

Prospero hadn't considered them suitable for his little side project, but they were to be celebrated nonetheless. Among the music and the Avoxes weaving through the crowd with drinks and trays of elegantly prepared food, he could see a guest he was particularly eager to speak with.

A friend. Such a rarity among Capitolites. But they shared the same penchant for absorbing important gossip information and releasing it only at the opportune moment.

"Ah! Lavinia..." Prospero spoke as he finally reached her through the crowd, giving an elegant bow before taking her hand.

"Exquisitely brutal, was it not?"

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Benicio is so tall omg! The fluffy hair is so cute too! 🖤🔥✨

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