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With Katniss’s lack of acting ability being what it is, Peeta should be embarrassed for having so thoroughly fallen for her false affections in the arena. He thinks the constant mortal danger is a plausible excuse, but it doesn’t really account for the days after, when her exuberance should have started to strike him as stale, or the public appearances in Twelve over the last few weeks, when his traitorous heart has pounded at her touch as if it didn't know any better. He would be embarrassed, if everyone else who matters weren’t somehow fooled too. He has to live in the fog of this lie for at least one more day, Parcel Day, and then he can retreat into his too-big, impersonal house in the Victor’s Village and try to get his head on straight — try to figure out what the rest of his life is going to look like. 

He feels that same impulsive, stupid joy when she takes his hand, off to the side of the stage as the Mayor gives his profuse thanks for the Capitol’s generosity and the victors’ luck. She always reaches from him when they’re mentioned, and he always, pathetically, welcomes it. Applause rings out as the speech ends and a band begins to play. Some of Twelve’s citizens will head home right away and wait by the door for the first delivery of food, but others linger to enjoy the festive spirit so rarely seen in the town square, and that means the two of them will stay, smiling, spied on, her pretending and him pretending to pretend a while longer. 

“My family might want to say hello. Sorry in advance,” he whispers, and the tone doesn’t match the warning. It matches the squeeze of her hand and the private smile, though, that he puts on for anyone watching. “They think it looks good for the family business if they hang around us. As if anyone ever forgets the connection… I’d say play nice, but they already like you better than me.”

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I don't even know where to start from to list the reason why I picked Rach and her blog for this one...and my brain is too out of battery for me to write a coherent poem of praises as she would deserve, so let me make a list instead!

Great writer. And with this I mean that both her portrayals and her writing in itself are A+. I admire how well she can write certain characters who are objectively difficult to convey (just look at her roaster and you'll see what I mean)

Super creative. Her plot and HCs are so good, so fitting the muses involved, and very engaging. Never once I've been bored with one of her idea and I know that I never will be. This applies also to her OCs. They are so well built and interesting and all have a solid backstory, and Rach is able to adapt it to fit the various verses she chooses to give them without ever having it sound forced.

Fucking amazing mutual. Supportive, enthusiastic, patient, involved, interested. Basically, everything you can wish to find in a writing partner and more.

Real good friend. This is a little more personal reason, but Rach and I have known each other for like...4 years? Longer?...by now and I'm so very proud and lucky to call her a friend. She's fun to talk to in general and I really have a great, comfortable time being around her. Also she has cats.

To sum it up, she's wonderful and it makes me smile to see her on my dash 🖤

@omniishambles sent: [ 📲 message sent: ]  dinner first or can we go straight for dessert? From Abel! from: 🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. 

[ 📲 Abel ��] Well, you know me. I have a terrible sweet tooth. [ 📲 Abel ❤] I think I'd rather go straight for dessert. [ 📲 Abel ❤] Can you handle my appetite, though?

4.what’s one thing that always manages to get under your skin?

Truthful Tuesday || Accepting !

Ngl, picking just one thing is a little hard for me, because there are a few behaviours that get on my nerves always and anyway, online and IRL alike. Perhaps I'm too salty or maybe too touchy when it comes to certain stuff, but I can't help it. And tbh? I don't want to help it xD

I guess that if I have to choose, I'd go for hypocrisy. People who know me have heard me complaining about that stuff endlessly (and I admire you, mates, for putting up with me xD), so the choice is probably no surprise. Besides, hypocrisy is something the rpc doesn't lack of.

I could write a novel on this topic, even without mentioning its ramifications IRL, but I'll keep it short for everyone's sanity. In short, I hate it with passion when people preach one thing and then don't care at all to do it themselves. They don't even pretend to do it, they are absolutely shameless about how they don't do it and it drives me fucking nuts.

General examples are people reblogging PSAs about engaging mutuals or showing interests or whatnot and then never those behaviours. Or people liking posts where someone complains / points out something as to say "you're absolutely right" and they are guilty of it. Or people moaning about lack of interactions and how no one engages them when they are the first who never reply to the people who reach out to them and who never try to engage other first. People who point their fingers and call others names because of something fucking harmless and demand not to be seen as bullies.

...And the list is still long, but I think that's enough examples.

I'll end this little rant by saying one extra thing tho. Those people really make me wonder. Sure, go ahead and be a shitty self-centred person, cool my ass. But...Are they so stupid to think that everyone else can't see right through them? Or do they just care so little that they are more than happy to flaunt their hypocritical asses around?

"Conversations are a lot like teeth, you can only have so many." from Hannibal

Looking up at his friend’s father he sipped silently the glass of orange juice in his hand before putting it on the table beside him. Crossing one leg over the other he leant back in the armchair in which he sat. Jim had scared the rest of his family away for the day so Mr Lecter could indeed talk to him in private, not that it took a lot for his family to find an excuse not to be in the same room as him. He had learned of Fish’s diet a few weeks ago and found it interesting, he liked learning about new things, he had even released what she had given him and told her that he wouldn't mind if they shared a meaty meal together again, and they had. He wondered if her father doubted that Jim truly didn't mind or if he was simply curious. “I suppose they are, not very intriguing either usually, although I'm looking forward to this one,” he said with a grin. He knew he was in potential danger but it just made him more excited.

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It had been a while since Charlie had even been considered for a quest, having been benched ever since his head injury. However, for perhaps the first time, being the son of Zeus had seriously played to his advantage! An individual of his parentage was required for the latest quest and, seeing as he was the only one in camp, it had meant that he had been automatically selected.

Fish and Elise had been selected for similar reasons. Apparently there was something about entering Atlantis that required the presence of the Big Three in one way or another, and they met the requirement. The exact nature of the measure had been explained to the three of them but, well, Charlie's attention span hadn't been the best recently. He'd completely zoned out, also missing numerous other details for the quest, and he'd been too embarrassed to admit that to the girls so he could ask them to catch him up.

Despite that, Charlie had still insisted that he was the leader of the quest. He'd very quickly taken control of the map, declaring that he would work out where they were going.

The problem? Charlie had no idea how long it had been going on for, but he had just realised that he was reading the map upside down.

Once again too embarrassed to admit this, he instead decided that the smart thing to do would be to thrust the map into Elise's hands. "Here, you have the map," Charlie said, giving no explanation as to why exactly he was giving it to her. "Better you than Fish. The last time I let her decide where we were going, we met a manticore."

And everyone knew how well that had gone. Not that Charlie actually blamed her for it, mind you, and he shot Fish a quick cheeky grin to show that.

starter for joan @omniishambles

"Don't use that on your toast, it's not just peanut butter anymore." he warned from the studio, mid his yoga routine. Joan hopefully hadn't even opened the jar yet. If she did, then the fungal culture could be ruined.

@omniishambles​ . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

The new government could call this whole affair “a way to heal Panem” all they wanted, the irony was not lost on Cassia. Standing in the flat she had been assigned in the training center, she couldn’t help but pace around the living room like a lion in a cage. This was an insult to her family! But then again, it was a very intentional one. 

She was trying to focus on the outrage and the anger. It was the only thing preventing her from collapsing on the ground like a rag-doll. But the truth was, she was terrified and heartbroken. 

In just a few weeks, she had lost everything. Her grandfather, her home, her life. And now, she was walking towards certain death. Of course, she had been reaped. 

Of course.

She couldn’t forget the look Cornelia had shot her, when her name had been plucked out of that bowl. A cold, unloving glare that seemed to say ‘serves you right’. Her sister’s eyes were haunting her.

Cassia jolted when the front door opened. And here, in the door-frame, stood Katniss Everdeen. The girl on fire, the girl responsible for all this. Her fire had burned through the Capitol and destroyed Cassia’s life.

“Did you come here to gloat?” she snapped, arms crossed over her chest, “you must be so happy. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

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Send 👀 for a headcanon about a behaviour my muse has that displays their thoughts and/or emotions!

When he's nervous about professional matters, Mycroft gets irritatable. Of course, this is not a particularly strong reaction as it is covered up by his typical cold, professional demeanour, and, thankfully, 'nerves' can already be rephrased as 'stress'.

When it comes to personal matters that he's nervous about, he fidgets. It's a tiny action, usually playing with a shirt cuff or tapping a foot, but for anybody that knows him well enough to be familiar with his behaviour, it's a definite change from the norm.

The closer he is with somebody, the more likely he is to give a less guarded reaction to any feeling, not just nervousness or stress. Obviously, family are the most likely to witness this, but other people can get to that stage too with time.

[If Your OC Was Canon Meme.]

@ensnchekov and @omniishambles​ asked:

Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character?

It sort of depends on when the theoretical canon is being made. Back when I was first bringing her to Tumblr I thought about America Olivo, who I’d recently seen in ‘Bitch Slap’, but there weren’t a lot of resources for her at the time.

Another contender would be Tricia Helfer, or if we’re going for a ‘big name’, maybe Charlize Theron.

Red also asked: What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?

I think there’d be ‘discourse’ about whether she was a vegetarian or a vegan or not.

Also, depending on if it’s a series and how much is revealed at a time, there could be speculation about which god or goddess she actually ‘really’ follows.

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   well,  that’s  not  something  you  see  every day,  lee  thinks  as  he  observes  the  human  shaped  thing  that  is  very  quickly  falling  out  of  the  sky. then  again,  what  about  lee’s  life  was  “ everyday “  anymore?

   “ oh,  give  me  that  fire! “  he  turns  up  the  gas  in  the  balloon,  rising  quickly  to  hopefully  meet  the  person  before  they  could  meet  a  quick  and  messy  end  on  the  forest  floor. his  ever  faithful  companion  begins  pulling  and  dropping  sandbags  to  steer  them  –  both  human  and  daemon  in  perfect  synchronicity  and  wavelength  –   and  the  basket  flies  under  the  poor  soul  just  in  the  nick  of  time.  the  basket  shudders  with  the  sudden  addition  of  weight  and  lee’s  quick  attempts  to  regain  control  of  the  ship,  but  they  stay  upright  as  the  ship  begins  to  slow.

   “ whew!  “  lee  turns  to  his  new  passenger  –  a  girl  with  a  shock  of  the  blondest  hair  he’s  ever  seen  –  with  a  grin,  “ kid,  you  sure  know  how  to  make  an  entrance.  you  alright?  anythin’  broken? “

   hester  hopped  over  to  her,  sniffing  her  curiously  before  sitting  up  on  her  haunches  and  looking  at  lee.

she  has  no  daemon.  a  sentence  that  should  horrify  him  –  after  all,  in  his  world,  not  having  a  daemon  was  like  not  having  a  face  –  but  merely  earns  a  small  sigh.  somehow,  a  girl  with  no  daemon  falling  from  the  sky  wasn’t  the  most  horrific  thing  he’s  seen  recently.

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location  |  district thirteen, post-rescue

There was something to be said for the Capitol's hospitality ; little scared Annie anymore.

District Thirteen was grey and always felt rain soaked, though they were trapped inside, underground, without a hint of rainfall to be seen. Perhaps it was the constant humming of the dehumidifiers, or the ventilation, or simply the constant sensation that they were waiting for the sun to come out. It was familiar, that feeling; all Annie's small room needed was a gently rocking deck and it could be her childhood, the sensation of waiting, always waiting: waiting for her father to come home, for the Games to end, for summer to come again. They had come for her with very little warning - the screens had blacked out just as Katniss had let fly her arrow, leaving the sitting room in abrupt darkness, and Annie had not even been able to scream; her heart had been in her throat anyway, seeing Finnick, trident in hand, so close to Brutus, and it had been her brothers instead who had seen the danger coming, the sudden spotlight of the hovercrafts and the silent threat of their descent. What had happened to them? Annie didn't know. She had been told so many lies; that they were dead, dying, hurting, that they were waiting for her to come home if she would just tell them the truth --

But Thirteen held no answers for her. Perhaps it was as the Capitol had sworn: Four, untouched, Percy with his daughters teaching them how to swim, as if she had simply been plucked out of the story by an unseeing hand, her family unblemished by her disappearance. Somehow she doubted it, but no one seemed to know. Not even Finnick could tell her. You were all I thought of, he told her, in the dark, I never even asked --

But someone needed to. She needed to know. District Twelve was destroyed; had Four suffered the same fate? The guards by the operations room did not blink at her, just drew back to let her through the sliding doors; she had been hoping to see Coin within, but instead she was confronted by - well, by Abernathy. Abernathy as she had never seen him before: mostly sober. She barely knew what to say to him, how to explain her presence in the centre of command; all she could manage was, "I hear you had a hand in getting us out. So...thank you."

9. How would you describe your aesthetic? // 13. How many languages do you speak?

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9. How would you describe your aesthetic?

Tbh, the answer to this question might be "what aesthetic?" because most of the times I just grab the first pair of jeans / trousers and the first T-shirt I find and put them on x'D I'm definitely not one of those people who plan their looks or care about looking in a certain way (or good). As long as I'm clean and presentable, that works for me.

I guess you could call it "comfy and zero effort" style?

When I do put thought in what I wear and in how I accessorise (yes, it happens, even if rarely), I tend to lean towards a slightly gothic or punk aesthetic. Black is my got-to colour, I like wearing 3+ rings and a chain to go with ripped (black) jeans. And I have this absolute rad leather coat Neo-style with studs which I love, even if I hardly wear it xD

{ also asked by @omniishambles }

13. How many languages do you speak?

Uuuuh, two and a half, I guess? Italian is my mother language and I'm pretty fluent in English. Then, I can speak some French, even if I'm not good at all at it. I'd like to fix that and make take proper courses, but with work I honestly don't have the time nor the energy to do that =.="

@omniishambles sent: [ 📲 message sent: ]  i know you're busy but please add me to your list of things to do. From Lightman 😌 from: 🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. 

[ 📲 Lightman ] i'm sure i can find a spot in my to do list [ 📲 Lightman ] squeeze you in there ;) [ 📲 Lightman ] you're fine sharing my attention with a bunch of serial killers, right?

Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did || Accepting !

@omniishambles sent:📱for Will and Hannibal!

Not Sent ✘ [text to: Hannibal] I'm so feeding you pizza one of these days. And you'll eat it all. Just wait and see. [text to: Hannibal] I ran into that lady who sells you fresh vegetables earlier. She asked me how my "husband" was doing. I almost said "Who??". ...It's still so weird. [text to: Hannibal] I still have nightmares...or maybe memories from a life that could have been. That tea cup had shattered for real and there was no fixing it. [text to: Hannibal] Honey? No. Darling? Even worse. Dear? Definitely nope. Not even considering baby or babe. ...why are pet names so hard and uncomfortable [text to: Hannibal] Abigail has been babbling about strangulation lately, but...I don't think she means attempted murder. Did you put her up to it?

Sent ✓ [text to: Hannibal] I caught Fish and Abigail trying to lure some poor guy over. Can you tell them to stop? They won't listen to me and the freezer is ready to explode.

🌟 maybe for Basil or Drew over on the OC blog? Or anyone else honestly if you had thoughts 😂

Send 🌟 and I’ll tell you some verses/AUs I want to write with your muse(s)!

🌟 - Basil & A Modern!Hewlett Essentially Hewlett is trying to prove Basil is a thief, maybe he has stolen something particularly sensitive and detrimental to an ongoing war XD

🌟 - Drew & Moody Ablus sends Moody to ask Drew to help on an Order mission. Drew can show off his dragon wrangling!

Or

They lose the first war against Voldy and they have to deal with that >.> they're both purebloods after all.

🌟 - Richard & Moriarty I can't like, Moriarty takes a sadistic joy in toying with detectives XD Maybe Richard will be his comeuppance XD

Also, separately we still need a Snow and Lecter meet up >.> Just to ruin Panem as much as possible of course.