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[contriite]

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District 12 had always been a challenge to represent. Often, Effie felt as though her part in The Games was merely decorative. Every district was appointed an escort, and so it was only normal that District 12 had one too. After all, they needed to be perceived as having a fair fighting chance. It hadn���t taken her long to realize that they did not, in fact, have anything of the sort. 

Still, when the opportunity to move up the rank and take over District 3 had presented itself a couple of years ago, she had - for reasons she herself could not entirely pinpoint - chosen to remain where she was && each and every year, she showed up to every event she could get an invitation to - agreed to every interview and every charade that might give her district a fighting chance. 

The actual Games were still a couple of weeks from starting, but as usual, the commotion surrounding them had already begun,, && so had the publicity. Tonight, everyone involved in The Games, ranging from game-makers to designers, was gathered in what would soon be referred to as ‘The Central Lobby’ for a lavish event that involved copious amounts of food and drink && provided a field day for journalists and anyone else trying to get some sort of lay of the land for the upcoming season. 

After making her first round, Effie retreats to the bar area to get herself something to drink,, && scans the room. Her eyes fall on Ceasar Flickerman, and, deciding he provided both good company && knew about everyone worth knowing, she moves to join him before anyone else makes use of the rare opportunity of finding him temporarily without company. 

               “I bet you know much more about the upcoming season than they are telling the rest of us- ”  

It’s more of a flattery than an actual attempt to get information - 

                “- have you had a chance to meet our stylist yet?” 

For the first time since she started working as an escort, they had gotten someone who she believed to be actually talented - which made her wonder why they had appointed him to her district in the first place, but nonetheless he was worth mentioning.

[70thmoved]

“ got enough sand in your shoes? ” she’s smiling, a flicker of WARMTH in a face some would likely say is still far too thin. too struck by grief during what’s meant to be a joyous time. irvin sleeps soundly in a basket next to her seat on the sofa, her entire world encased in something so small and new and fragile. but he’s safe, so annie feels comfortable enough to get up and drift to greet her visitor, reaching out with scarred palms to grasp his arms and place a light kiss to his cheek. “ it’s good to see you ceasar. ”

@capitolhost ˡⁱᵏᵉᵈ

[rancoeur]

starter for @capitolhost

Getting out of bed was easier than yesterday, but she still had to hold herself onto the IV stand to stay up. The days of her as a commander seem so far away even if it has only been weeks since the end of the war. Perhaps it appears so because Lyme has missed so much after having gotten badly injured to the point they had thought she wouldn't survive more than a few days. Luckily she pulled through, but at what costs. The only knowledge of what has happened came from the nurses who took the time to give her a timeline of the events that had taken place between the bombing in Two that nearly cost her life to her waking up weeks later. No visitor has come, but nobody knows that she survived as the doctors were so unsure she would ever wake up even after having repatriated to the Capitol for better care.

Head bowed down to avoid catching the curious gaze of some patients and staff, Lyme walks without goals throughout the hospital's hallways. Her frame easily catches the attention and she knows people probably recognise her, but she doesn't want to talk to them, not in this state. She is Commander Lyme, Victor from District Two, not some injured and broken woman who's the ghost of her former self after having spent weeks in a coma. There's a sigh as she hears whispers as two men pass by her and she's about to turn around to head back to her room when there's the sound of a voice. She would always recognise it even if it doesn't sound as strong as the last time she had the chance to listen to it.

She looks up and here he is, alive and well. Or at least better than she is. The effort to close the distance between her and the man who had treated her like a child when everyone else had seen a killing machine. Lyme cannot believe her own eyes when she stops a few feet away from Caesar Flickerman. ❝ You survived... ❞

[pyrrhk]

@capitolhost said ; ❝ you can't keep it all inside, you know? bottling it up won't do any good... ❞

is that what i'm doing? i feel like an exposed nerve, like a raw burn, floating without thought or purpose through the fluorescent halls of thirteen. the ring of bruises around my throat have faded to a sickly green-yellow combination but people still stare at them when they see me, even when they try not to. delly had given me a sympathetic smile and asked if i wanted to know how peeta was doing and it had stung that he would talk to her and not to me; i think she saw how it hurt because she'd apologized right after. so i don't know if i'm keeping it inside. i'm not talking about it, sure, but what is there to say?

they don't want me on camera until the bruises are less visible and i'd dissolved into incoherent tears when someone had tried to swipe makeup over them, so i'm still firmly on medical leave as my one and only task for the day. it means no one will scowl at me when they realize i've bitten my lips raw and chapped, gnawing at the lower one even now when i look at caesar and try to imagine him the first time we spoke. my dress. girl on fire. cinna in the audience, somewhere.

"i don't have anything to say," my voice is still scratchy. whether it's from the bruising or from the fact i haven't spoken in the past three days is a toss-up. "nothing useful."

[roseguided]

@capitolhost ASKED, ❝ we hɑven’t spoke much…since… ❞ (foɾ Kɑtniss)

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 resentment for those who had a hand in the games ? those who broadcast her , those who dressed her up like a doll for the masses to consume. not once , not twice , but three times—the rebellion had been for the sake of change , a different kind of dress up that wasn’t just for the viewing pleasure of others. ceaser hasn’t put her in the games , but he did showcase her like something to be marvelled at. as if her marching toward her death was something to be proud of , something that should be applauded. how did he stomach it , katniss often wondered , for so many years knowing he was a stepping stone for children to kill each other. ( katniss remembers finding him overwhelming , finding his smile & his chipper personality nauseating considering the circumstances she sat across from him in. ) ; grey eyes are narrowed slightly , features set in some low burning anger. shoulder wear her fathers old jacket , long hair having been cut to shoulder length. her hair , like her face or her arrows , had been a symbol of the rebellion. katniss wanted to distance herself even now that it’s done. ❛ since you basically showcased me like a doll to the masses ? ❜ comes tense response , a hard breath passing through her nose. ❛ since you sent me to my supposed , intended , death more than once ? ❜ a step is taken toward him, ❛ since you interviewed peeta — you had to know what they were doing to him. did you ? did you stand by & let snow torture him , ceaser ? ❜ a brow arches.

[drdumaurier]

A little V's Day thing for Bedelia's favourite person — @capitolhost

It had taken her weeks to plan everything and she even had had to ask Caesar's best friend to help her set the whole thing up. Naturally Bedelia knew he would have probably made some sort of plan and she had relied entirely on Plutarch to cancel any reservation Caesar might have done. It felt more like a spy mission that a date for Valentine's Day, but she wanted the day to be perfect.

The day of, Bedelia waited for him at the restaurant she had booked for them alone. Being the wife of the Caesar Flickerman had its advantages. Holding a bouquet nearly too big for her, she smiled when he arrived. Plutarch once again had done wonders in making sure this would be a surprise.

❝ Happy Valentine's Day, my love, ❞ she quickly said before handing him the flowers and kissing his cheek. Hopefully the whole evening would be a surprise and he didn't find out about anything. Even if the ring to propose — a renewal of vows really, but it felt like a proposal all over again — felt heavy in her bag, she smiles as if this was going to be a normal date. To him it would be a normal date until... there was a sparkle in her eyes if only for a split second. A truly happy Valentine's Day.

[mxdam]

Why does she bother with him? Why has she ever bothered with him? She wants to grab him by that toothy mouth and rip him in two like the paper doll he's always been: just a fragile, two-dimensional nothing, a child's cheap toy, with his light-up suits and his colorful hair. Her nostrils flare as she takes a breath, exhales hard, her lips pinching together, his smile unanswered.

"You've always thought you know better than me," she says, "haven't you? Why," she takes a breath, feels her jaw, her chin twitch, her lower lip tremble, "why, I find myself asking, do I waste my time with you? When you so clearly find me a, an idiot who doesn't know her own mind. Very well." She moves closer. She puts a hand on his chest and pushes. "By all means, Caesar, darling, play the martyr." Push. "It's what you're good at, isn't it?" Push. "Hurting yourself so you can feel special. Hm?"

His back thumps the wall. Margarethe is breathing hard. She'd hardly realized that she'd kept on, her hand jabbing into his sternum until she'd backed him into a corner, her shadow falling on his face.

"Should I admire you?" she says. "That's what you want, isn't it? Shall I applaud?"

"  love  is  everything,  "    he  refutes.  cannot  live  without,  arms  come  undone,  one  hand  touching  the  bridge  of  his  nose.  fingers  press  against  it,  hold  in  all  that  needs  to  be  held  in.  it  had  always  been  for  love  ⸺  that's  what  this  all  was  about.  letting  it  fade  away  rather  than  leaving  her  because  he  could  not  bear  ending  it  outright.  staying  in  this  job  that  carved  him  hollow  because  he  could  not  bear  being  replaced  by  someone  unkind .    arms  fall  to  his  side  and  the  unkind  feeling  inside  his  stomach  pangs  into  his  worry.

"  mags,  it's  .  .  .  "  a  sigh.  a  grimace  turning  from  pained  grin  to  pained  nothingness.  he's  looking  at  her.  the  nape  of  her  neck  he  had  kissed  in  adoration.  the  eyes  he  had  found  calmness  inside,  a  brief  moment  alone,  a  belief  in  a  better  future.  she  had  been  the  best  kind  of  euphoria.  not  the  parties,  not  the  drinks,  not  the  long  nights  out.    "  there's  no  future  with  us  together  where  i  wouldn't  fall  back  in  love  with  you.  "    it's  a  quiet  thing  to  admit.  his  voice  giving  out,  stuck  with  the  lump  inside  his  throat.  it's  the  memory  of  what  if's  unfulfilled.    "  and  i  ⸺  i  can't  do  that  to  you.    you  knew  the  man  i  was,  not  the  man  i  am  today.    and  as  good-looking  as  i  am  to  this  day    ⸺    "    he  grins  at  that.  a  truthful  grin  between  the  pained  grimace.    "  ⸺  there's  not  much  else  you  will  like.  "

[caesarflickermans]

if you're sad that sunrise on the reaping didn't turn out to be a plutarch pov and we aren't getting the insights into the gamemakers and the capitol rebellion, boi do i have an alternative for you

[olya-roo]

Drawing for “She smelled like white roses” on AO3 by Capitolhost

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Active Authors Masterlist (6)

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Created: November 17th, 2023

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Alliswell-ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: The Concubine "I hope to present my husband, the Duke, with a Concubine" Winter approaches, and the Duchess refuses to spend all the cold winter months in her Husband's Winter House. When the idea of bringing a Concubine to keep her husband occupied and herself free of her marital responsibilities, the fate of a Kingdom is decided.

AlwaysEverlark-ao3, ff.net

Popular Fic: In Another Life How Peeta and Katniss meet each other in District 12 without The Hunger Games. Story in 10 weeks

Ani-maniac494/LaughtersMelody-ao3, ff.net

Popular Fic: Embers She was trapped by the Capitol with no way out and no choice but to obey; there was only one thing left that she could claim for herself, one choice she could make before the Capitol took that away from her too. Katniss/Peeta, toasting AU. Set during Catching Fire. One-Shot.

BellaGracie-ao3

Popular Fic: Master and Slave Katniss and Peeta in the era of Classical Rome. Katniss is a slave in Peeta's household. There is a 10-year gap in age between them.

bodyelectric77-ao3

Popular Fic: Built My Life Around You Then Finnick says what they’re both thinking: “Wonder why they never showed it to you.” By the time he finishes his sentence, though, she’s figured out why. “They didn’t need to.” She’d never once questioned it. She’d never considered that there was even an alternative for her besides doing what the Capitol says. Granted, it’s not a good alternative, but she’d never had to be convinced of that, because it had never occurred to her that it existed. An exploration of Enobaria's life, as her loyalties and world view are slowly but surely deconstructed.

Capitolhost-ao3

Popular Fic: She Smelled Like White Roses Mrs. Snow was married to her husband for more years than her fingers could count and Mr. Heavensbee had great plans laid out for the nation that would get him removed from the precious thing called 'life' if found out. Somehow, both collide at an evening dinner, share a few interests, and repeatedly have to remind themselves that they shouldn't be that foolish. But one can rebel against the President in more ways than either of them imagined. Or: The story where Plutarch Heavensbee has to add one more liability to the list of "people to protect" and it is getting awfully crowded.

copykatniss-ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Running from Feelings There's only one thing Katniss dislikes more than the craft beer Gale makes in his new brewery, and that's the running club that meets at the bar each week. She might be a runner, but she certainly doesn't need companionship while she exercises. Or does she?

EllanaSan-ao3, ff.net

Popular Fic: Katniss, The Vampire Slayer “Into each generation a slayer is born.” Haymitch mocked. “One girl in all the world. Ain’t I just lucky it had to be you.”

FernWithy-ao3

Popular Fic: The End of the World Sixteen-year-old Haymitch Abernathy has plenty to worry about - a sick mother, a decrepit house, an empty larder. The last thing he's worried about is the Capitol's choice to double the number of Games tributes in a Quell year...

hmweasley-ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: Dandelion in the Spring On the day of the 74th Annual Hunger Games' reaping, Effie Trinket doesn't draw Prim's or Peeta's names. Instead, Katniss continues to confront life in District 12. She's trying to keep her ill sister alive when Peeta works up the courage to finally speak to her, setting in motion events that Katniss is entirely unprepared for.

[enslaughts]

get to know the author. . .

name :  jean :)

pronouns :  they/them feels the most accurate but i loveee the fluidity of any pronouns forever and always amen

preference of communication :  in the tags of replies.... unfortunately. social anxiety my most beloathed. BUT discord seems to be working better than ims for now, at least !

most active muse :  right now ? tommy and cat tlou, kae newborn oc babygirl... mostly. but the muses i have the most consistently active muse for are sean and karen lis, five tua, andddd [ REDACTED, who i've actually been thinking of making a removed original portrayal fandomless sideblog for. much to think about ]

experience/how many years :  oh damn, honestly ? i think just since 2020 ? 2019 ? somehow it's felt both longer and shorter than that rip <3

best experience :  ho man, where to begin. my first blog was surprisingly my best experience in the rpc when it comes to a blog being a BLAST to run, but it was kinda lightning in a bottle ; cool as hell, but no way in hell gonna last. i was in a sweet spot mentally but it was the exception to the rule, e.g. : my incredibly poor focus and consistency on every other blog since lol. but above all, it's trulyyy the people i've met on here. even if i fall out of touch, i treasure the talent and kindness i've encountered on rp tunglr of all places no matter how long ago i encountered it <3

rp pet peeves :  lame as hell answer but my own self sabotage when it comes to overwhelming myself aha. yet i do it every time <3 it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti - hero etc

plots or memes :  okay. okay. the answer IS plots, i swear. that first blog o' mine was bursting at the seams with threads i had such incredible muse for because i somehow had the mental where - with - all to honest to god plot, but literally i haven't been able to get there since then and it drives me NUTS. brain broke, so. memes. much to my dismay.

long or short replies :  the answer should be short for my own sake but. aha. hehe. hahaha. it's me. hi. i'm the problem it's me etc

are you like your muse : well. for obvious reasons, the answer is unfortunately yes. but usually in some small, but significant way. an isolated trait magnified to whims of my projection coping methods <3 i pass out singular traits of mine to my muses like halloween candy :)

tagged by : joeyyyy <3 tagging : if you've not done it yet, @soulspent, @soulwaned, @maimedaffair, @capitolhost, @palearizonuh, @fableheld, @lingeringscars, @exclibur, @wildkissed, and you reading this ; steal it and say i tagged you :)

[panemasterlist]

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#CANON CHARACTERS

ALMA COIN.

USER: alyafae

ANNIE CRESTA.

USER: lorestold

USER: ohsunshine

CAESAR FLICKERMAN.

USER: capitolhost

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

CECILIA.

USER: alyafae

CLOVE.

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

CRESSIDA.

USER: rancoeur

DARIUS.

USER: avoxdarius [follows from mockingjaybroken]

EFFIE TRINKET.

USER: alyafae

USER: contriite [follows from pctioneer]

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

USER: ohsunshine

ENOBARIA.

USER: sacrificus

FINNICK ODAIR.

USER: faentasi

USER: isdeathlystill

USER: tridentwon

GLIMMER.

USER: sacrificus

HAYMITCH ABERNATHY.

USER: alyafae [on request]

USER: contriite [follows from pctioneer]

USER: maimedaffair

JOHANNA MASON.

USER: johannamason

KATNISS EVERDEEN.

USER: faentasi

USER: lorestold

USER: maimedaffair

USER: mockingjaybroken

LUCY GRAY BAIRD.

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

USER: maimedaffair

LYME.

USER: alyafae

USER: rancoeur

MADGE UNDERSEE.

USER: forwardlion

USER: lorestold

MAGS.

USER: sacrificus

PEETA MELLARK.

USER: chancewon

USER: faentasi

USER: thebakersboy [follows from mockingjaybroken]

PLUTARCH HEAVENSBEE.

USER: heavensbee

PRIMROSE EVERDEEN.

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

USER: ohsunshine

SNOW'S GRANDDAUGHTER.

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

TIGRIS SNOW.

USER: alyafae [on request]

USER: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

USER: maimedaffair

VENIA.

USER: alyafae

VOLUMNIA GAUL.

USER: alyafae

WIRESS.

USER: alyafae [on request]

#ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

CAPITOL.

ASTONIA THREAD: peacekeepingsniper

BELLONA RINGGOLD: rancoeur

DAMIEN WESTWOOD: chaoslulled

FRANCIS DEVEREAUX: lovepurposed

LUCRETIA SNOW: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

ROSALBA SNOW: rosalbasnow

VIRGILIA SNOW: revolutionaes [follows from capitolhost]

DISTRICT ONE.

IMOGEN WILLIAMS: chaoslulled

DISTRICT TWO.

MEDEA HUNTER: medeahuntervictorof2

DISTRICT FOUR.

DAMIEN WESTWOOD: chaoslulled

MARIN GUNDERSON: lovepurposed

DISTRICT FIVE.

KAYT BISHOP: inaredflush

DISTRICT SIX.

KAYLEE TURBO: district6smechanic

DISTRICT SEVEN.

CHERRI BAYNETTA: chaoslulled

CODRIN HORNBEAN: hvbris [follows from sinruby]

ELMWOOD SULLIVAN: rancoeur

DISTRICT TEN.

RHEA BELLS: 51st victor [follows from notsodeadmikaelson]

DISTRICT TWELVE.

DEAN STANTON: notapieceintheirgame [follows from mockingjaybroken]

[butscrewmefirst]

where does your power lie?

     the mouth.  sharp teeth, sharper tongue, all growl and bark and bite, bite, bite. your power is gritted teeth and set jaws, quick and powerful words, decisive actions. everything you do is so personal and vulnerable - the way you love, the way you are loved, the way you attack, the way you drink in and feast on life.

tagged by: @langdhon tagging: @notimminent, @stcr, @heartsapclypse, @goldshadows​, @nklsdttr​, @capitolhost​, and you!

[rancoeur]

so just fyi cressida has a new fc and i'll add an oc from the hunger games (head of capitol couture). huge thanks to @capitolhost for the help and idea. marie is a gift 💕

[drdumaurier]

❝          They won’t tell you fairytales of how girls can be   𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑵.   They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood   𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑬𝑿𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑽𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑰𝑵.          ❞ 

#𝐃𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑.     independent & selective   𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑨 𝑫𝑼 𝑴𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑹   from NBC Hannibal.     analysed by 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞 (21+, she/her). promo made by 𝑐𝑎𝑝��𝑡𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡.

[wcrriorhearts]

What drew you to the fandom(s) your muses are from?

Is there a certain theme or similarity between the muses you've added?

QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN

I am not entirely sure there is one specific thing that drew me to the fandoms I like. If there is angst, a good story and preferably some elements of fantasy or dystopian literature, I am in. Given this is a multimuse, I have characters from various different fandoms and genres, though I'd say there is definitely a tendency towards darker, crueler and angstier worlds. You will not find muses from happy and romantic fandoms on my list xD

the theme between my muses would be ANGST. I'm afraid I have a penchant for characters with sad backstories, who are somewhat broken but have strength in them, even though it is not necessarily immediately obvious. And girls. I only write girls, because I am terrible at writing men for some reason

@capitolhost