#Saevii

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Collab with Biomatrix1-15 I did for valentines day

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ARTFIGHT - Second Attack! milinheynn's Saevii!

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roman deities, places and emperor forenames + theological angels and demons

Abaagang Abius Abracita Abria Abriocon Acarum Adkina Adraguli Adrea Adreseras Adrius Adromnua Aepax Aessilia Ahriel Alaelena Alames Alecheus Alerutum Alius Allucin Ambhan Amduricus Amitrium Amnovena Ampas Amsium Ancun Andatina Angut Anionstac Anius Annan Aphan Aphsilis Aquir Aragnus Archulch Ariahaki Arihee Aritia Arium Asdollon Asmorius Astinakab Astors Atanuel Atucchus Augetzag Aunemela Aurcus Avius Aziel Baagae Babacas Bacitius Badreka Bakshah Balkast Balphies Bandrory Baphona Bapula Barae Bassago Bastandes Bastors Behoel Behonia Beratorub Berius Berivires Berono Berracha Berta Bifrinta Bolluces Borgalium Boviri Bovulapus Bubif Budagel Bukos Bulas Bunia Caalo Cadremius Calata Cambrini Camdus Camentian Camis Cantian Caria Caron Casistel Castus Catoria Chedan Chempeis Ciferos Citianus Cituscus Clasar Clasha Clemis Cleshmer Clorium Coban Cobrinio Comah Comar Comna Comongesa Comuras Conaalù Congda Coniach Contus Copha Coritrax Corum Coryx Criscus Dagarih Daina Darch Daria Davir Demiael Demita Demitum Denrvala Devernus Didos Diolus Ditucius Diuria Dolonax Dotantis Duratas Durfuris Durias Durna Durneus Dzonius Eblilia Eblios Ebulavoll Egiscinus Eiespah Ennes Entia Entim Entius Ernoskeel Etonas Fabera Fanus Faugus Fausoinus Ferta Fidercum Flasan Flonabus Foceta Focoel Forael Forah Foria Forna Fornas Forors Fullas Furea Furgon Furine Furnua Furona Gaaces Gaapin Gabalbat Gadrakas Gakeele Galas Galel Galeonth Galiparia Gentia Gentiap Gliaeel Glian Glyol Grita Guanus Gustrus Haephiel Hahiel Hangin Harath Harius Harontur Hegiscae Helinia Heminavy Hentium Heodor Heons Herah Heraiel Heremigo Heria Herinus Herum Hillix Iferagus Iferterax Ifrus Inikil Inina Ininkabou Inximon Ippia Iscollon Ivron Jequindis Jikos Jinius Jinus Jopizzi Jorith Jovia Julaas Kabhades Kielium Kokabelu Lageria Lameialù Lasmon Lasmonium Lastons Legilo Lemigona Lemogo Lemolus Lemytium Lentisra Lertus Lesia Letres Lianne Liferian Linus Lipasatu Listerium Lodos Longras Lubothoel Lucincum Lusia Maceria Machan Magabina Magona Magoriel Magus Magusagus Mahman Malariel Malasheme Malauscae Maliaes Maligon Malis Maminax Mampan Manin Mantium Mantius Manum Marealph Mareliax Marium Maroba Marunax Mattinus Mauromona Maxezber Mediana Mediarmae Medum Mendia Minian Minus Modus Monias Monnae Monos Muchies Muliates Murapik Murgoriel Muries Murna Mutum Mutus Nacancina Naesherio Nattius Neminum Neristres Neusoyol Ninianum Novepheos Numnovel Obaes Obalserio Onggienos Onsta Opheo Orathan Orbonsta Orcarra Orgoninan Oriusios Padre Panus Passoin Paxima Pelia Phsius Pielimaim Piturons Polia Polyces Pomales Pommos Pordai Poritoyn Porra Portuens Potas Pronox Pulth Purnus Putas Qaphiel Qaphou Qaporul Quitas Rabyzoel Races Racitium Raiel Rampadya Rasmon Reatium Robacub Roncum Ronvenaes Roshax Rovii Rutus Sabigon Saevii Sagnium Sagnus Saleteron Salis Sangrava Satertan Sates Scian Sedium Semoros Sempus Senus Sepahiel Sephos Septerock Serae Seres Sernast Serus Shmeel Shmentis Spespalca Stielilor Sulsiel Surace Surisra Tallybri Tasillaum Teriancon Tolael Torna Triael Tromaim Tupidigus Ukosios Ulongra Urfurium Urnus Vachemeno Vagrames Valbita Valphus Vandimies Vanorotas Venia Vepizzi Veres Veria Veromatel Verunia Vervan Vetatono Vidicta Vinia Vinines Vinus Vitacitas Vollia Voloria Vornus Vulca Wensta Werach Worienae Worium Xaphoel Xasioniah Yelph Yetri Zacae Zacaph Zaceriel Zactia Zenscla Zeparak Zepita Zeptia Zetelia Zetum

[odairinga]

victors house starter for @saevii !

HE  WOULD  HAVE  THOUGHT THAT  BY  NOW,  if  any  of  his  fellow  victors had  half  their  wits  about  them,  that  they  would  know  that  waking  finnick early  with  whatever ruckus  occurs  at  such  ungodly hours  is  a  bad  idea.  this resulted  in  a  projectile  being  flung  from  the  arm  of  a  man  that  can  spear  through  breathing chests  without  blinking an  eye  and  shattering  upon  the  wall  near  whoever was  making  so  much  noise. he  hopes  the  shooting glass  drew  some  blood.  his  usual  purr  had  turned to  a  hiss  as he  spat  a  threat  to  the  offender and  ducked  back  into  his  shared  room.

“  I  swear on  favorite  fishing pole,  I  will  kill  whoever  is  not  keeping to  their  side  of  the  house  at…  oh,  what  time  is  it  mags?  it’s  not  even  dawn  yet,  is  it?  ” ocean  hues  flit  from  the  old  woman, whose  disturbed  slumber had  been  the  real source  of  his  sudden  tantrum, then  to  the  drawn  curtains in  an  attempt to  peek  outside. he  shuffles  over  in  socked feet  and  reaches out  his  hands  for  her  to  hold,  far  calmer  now. “  I’m  not  even  sure  what  I  threw  at  them.  was  it  a  vase  or  a  bottle or  something?  ”

[wantlongera]

✔ ( for any of my muses! )

send me ✔ and i will bold my preferences for your muse!

let’s do it foooor  …  prim !

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[hopefulcovets-blog]

❛ Are you afraid that you will change your mind? ❜ ( Prim @ Peeta, maybe? )

i cant remember the meme, help || @saevii

“ It’s COMPLICATED. ” 

Peeta stares almost resentfully at the dough laying on a wooden slab over a shining counter - a luxury of the Victors Village. An ideal kitchen for baking … but being in here he feels as if he is in a cell, being watched by UNSEEN eyes just waiting for him to make a wrong move. Every breath is monitored. Every move is noted. He’s a caged animal. With this thought, Peeta brings his knuckles down hard and BEATS the dough, sending flour rising into the air like snow.

Snow.

“ Once you’re in the Games, you’re in it for life. There is no CHANGING my mind … Katniss and I have to play our roles … star-crossed lovers. There is no changing that, ” he says quietly, withdrawing his knuckles from the now deflated dough, finding himself wincing. “ Why are you even asking about this ? Hand me that iron pan, please … ”

[alyafae-a]

Grey eyes look at the other, cold and deep, not giving away a single thought. She was tense, there was no hiding it. Not when she hadn’t decided whether this was a good situation or not. Attentively, Alma reasoned she could only wait for the moment.  ❝ Sometimes, the most effective option is the most painful one. ❞  It had been what determined most of her life. Pain, the most prominent feeling, even if sometimes put aside. ❝ But who am I telling that. You must know that just as well as I do. Just see where we are. ❞

xxx ( @saevii​ ) requested alma’s presence.

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I’ve probably redrawn this set of comics like three times cause i haven’t been happy with it

[odairinga]

starter for snow ;) / @saevii

DON’T  ASK  HIM  WHY  HE’S  DOING  THIS.  finnick has  no  answer to  give.  the  feeling  of  nausea  hasn’t left  him  since  he  was  first  informed of  where  they’re holding  snow,  and  it’s  only  worsened  since  the  option had  revealed  itself to  him—  that  if  he  wishes,  he  may  speak  to  him  completely  alone. stripped  of  his  power  and  doused  in  the  humiliation of  defeat,  snow  should  be  withered  away  to  nothing.  he  should  be  a  pathetic,  miserable  creature  fated  to  suffer the  pain  of  death  on  the  approaching horizon.  he  should be  the  defenseless  one now,  and  finnick  is  the  one  with  strength, allies,  weapons,  safety, and  snow  has  none.  this  is  how  it  should be  but…

but  he’s  terrified. it’s  an  infuriating feeling  that  this  man  who  has  stolen his  everything,  turned him  to  weapon then  a  docile  pet,  left  him  weeping and  cruelly  forced into  surviving,  enduring,  that he  should  take  anything  else  from  finnick. he  hates  the feeling.  he  hates  the  fear.  this  is  his  only  chance  to…  to  what?  to know  the  cruel  answers  to  his  undying question  of  why,  why?  to face  his  demons,  so to  speak  and  overcome  the  fear  of  a  man  who  will  be  rotting  in a  matter  of  weeks  or  days? he  doesn’t  know.  he  doesn’t  know.  but  loud  as  the  scream  in  his  chest  is  to  turn  away,  let what  is  to  happen  happen  and have  no  hand  in  this  torture  any  longer,  there  is  another  voice. a  longing,  agonized plea  for  relief, and  he  does  not  understand it,  refuses  to understand  it,  yet  it  guides his  path  anyway.

the  smell  of  the  garden is  sickening.  a  vicious impulse  tells  him  to  set  the  greenhouse on  fire  with  snow  inside,  let  him  be  eaten  alive  and  die  with  the  ugly  scent  of  his  roses, and  he  clings to  the  thought.  if he  does  not,  he  fears  that  childlike  fear  might  grip  him  and  root  his  feet  to  the  ground before  he  can  take  another step.  how  it  loves to  haul  him  back  to  nearly  a  decade before  and  remind him  that  he  is  merely a  defenseless  child,  one who  has  been  torn  apart  by  endless pairs  of  hands, one  who  has  wept  into  his  palms  in  an  empty  victor’s  house. he  will  not  let his  terror  drown him.  so  he  approaches,  finds  the  head  of  white  and  aged  features,  and  for  once  when  ocean  hues  greet  these  eyes,  he  badly  wishes  to  look  away.  a  slight pause.

“  did  you  like  my  broadcast? ”  he’d  intended  his  tone  to  be  far  more  weightless,  the same  manner  in  which  he’d  threaten  with  a  smile, but  instead  his  words  fall  flat, unemotional.  his  heart  is  pounding  much,  much  faster than  he’d  like  it  to  be.  “  your citizens thought it interesting, at  least.  ”

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Just casually saying ways of “I enjoy your company please don’t work yourself to death”.

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The problem with a lot of hoomans is that because they essentially get placed into jobs that fit them, it is very easy for them to get swallowed into their work. Saevii just has the added stress of making sure that the ships run smoothly and the high expectations that go along with it.

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Saevii doesn’t handle other people caring about them too well

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self-care is important

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I am just a very big Algernon and Saevii enjoyer

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Learning from the best

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Polaris wants to be a cool as Saevii is.