#muse; annie cresta

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "i'm happy i found you." she admitted, it was such a relief to find another familiar face and make sure that she was also okay, it was a good thing. "katniss, are you okay?" she just needed to make sure, just in case.

random starter for @nightwhispcrs (katniss)

[spectrophobias]

continued from x with @hopestanding !

so she had been right. annie usually was, at least when it came to judging people, and something about finnick just struck her as so sad. she couldn't quite put her finger on it yet, she didn't know him well enough for that, but there was something heavy in his heart. it was a little jarring to consider, because she had always been told that victors were the best of the best, the happiest and luckiest of them all. she guessed it must have taken a toll on you, living a life after all of the other tributes were gone.

it didn't matter now. whatever struggles a victor might face, annie would never know. all of the career training in the world couldn't have made a winner out of her, and she was sure most of her past tutors had well enough figured it out. she had never been one of the top students, that was for sure. she wondered how long it would take her new mentor to realize he had been stuck with a dud. the tributes from four usually had at least somewhat of a fighting chance, but even as one of the older kids this year, she didn't think she stood much of a chance. she was small and sneaky, which worked to some people's advantage, but it was rarely a strategy that won it all. she didn't think she had the smarts to pull something like that off fully or the brute strength to fight her way through.

she would rather keep talking about finnick. she didn't want to face the idea that even after a lifetime of her parents pushing her to train, it didn't matter. nothing mattered now, except that annie was going to die and that they were both so very sad. it would have been easier to keep picking at his wounds than her own, whatever they may have been.

but then the mask was back up, and she knew that he wasn't going to let her in. she knew better than to pester him about it, not wanting to start off on the wrong foot with the one person who was supposed to be keeping her alive. l

"i'm a good judge of character. i'll know who to trust." with the way her eyes met his, it was clear that annie thought this also extended to him. finnick didn't seem so awful up close, he was just another teenager instead of the preening peacock he was during celebrations. annie wondered if that was a part of winning, painting on a face for the public and then never really taking it off. annie had never been good at things like that, had never pretended to be anything but exactly what she was. she was just going to have to follow in finnick's lead, as hopeless as things felt. she didn't want to be one of his sorrows. taking a deep breath, she stayed hovering in the center of the room, feeling a little too restless to sit. "i can weave. i can hide, move quietly. i can survive even on my own, whatever environment they put us in. those are my strengths. i think-- well, i guess i think my weaknesses are everything else. once i get cornered, that's it. i can't take on the types of guys who win these things... they're going to rip me apart. it's not your fault, it's just how it is."

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "i suppose but back then everything seemed just unexpected." it has been crazy, everything was but at least they were able to find some peace, they needed that and when she was finally in district four was a struggle without finnick but they had a son and she had to be strong for oliver so she did her best. "yes, we do." she says, looking at him, she never thought that she was going to tell him to finnich in the flesh, she told him in spirit because she used to talk to him but now it was just real. "his name is oliver."

"katniss killed coin?" finnick repeated and he couldn't help but laugh, "that sounds about right, doesn't it?" he shook his head in disbelief. of course she would do something completely out of left field like that. he was distracted from this train of thought when annie continued talking about life after the rebellion. he inhaled sharply at her confession, fresh tears springing to his eyes, "we have a son?" he asked for clarification as he let out a shaky breath.

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → a small smile was on her lips looking at the woman. "are you sure about this?" she asks, looking at the climbing rocks there, she usually never do sports except swimming but she thought that she might try something new. "well, i guess if we are here, let's just try, right?"

random starter for @rcvcrics (sloane)

[drvcxrys]

@papcrrings asked: ♫ + 29 - annie & finnick. love story - taylor swift.

(¸.• ♛ → she sighed, placing her head on the wall bahind her. "is this in my head? i don't know what to think." she admitted, everything that happened suddenly it made her remember everything and she was doing okay but the thing is she was trying to supress everything before, she needed to, for her son, she needed to be strong but right now he was sleeping and she was just thinking, sometimes she imagines like she was back there and she was trapped, it just gives her anxiety. "i just want us, all of us to be safe."

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → she turned around when she heard someone calling for her, the woman just looked at the person that approached to her. "yes?" she doesn't mind helping out if someone needed her if she has the possibility to do that of course. "i've been giving here for a while so maybe i could help with some. what are you trying to look?"

Starter : OPEN @hiddenstarters

Toulouse decided to spend his afternoon exploring the town and seeing what it had to offer. The one thing on his mind was finding some sort of art supply store as what he had was beginning to run out. "Excuse me." Toulouse called out before jogging over to the person nearby. "Please tell me you are an expert on this town and giving directions?" He asked, hopeful.

[solar-halos]

hello everyone i dropped more annie’s mom lore (halloween time travel au edition). shoutout to sarah anderson if she was in a gaslighting competition with haymitch abernathy she’d WIN (even though she’s not even a part of that universe)

[was70th]

hmmmmm send in questions about annie?

[wr1tten]

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witnessing  the  reaping  as  a  v    i    c    t    o    r  was  bittersweet;      he  couldn’t  be  thrown  back  in,    but  he  was  forced  to  get  close  to  these  people.      then  watch  them  suffer  their  ꜰᴀᴛᴇ.      this  time  would  be  worse.      annie  had  a  brightness  that  would  linger.      scorching  his  eyes,    ruining  them  for  any  other  he  might  catch  in  his  gaze.      pinky  grazed  hers,    both  their  hands  wrapped  around  the  railing,    staring  out  at  the  ˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ  ˢᵏʸ.      she  would  be  in  the  arena  tomorrow.      fighting  to  stay  alive,            ❝ you  can’t  be  𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥  in  there.      you  need  to  fight,    and  fight  hard. ❞            turning,    his  hand  reaching,    touching  her  face,    for  possibly   the  last  time,            ❝ you  can  win.      we  both  know  you  can.      don’t  prove  me  wrong. ❞            it  was  stern,    a  ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ  sound  hidden  beneath.  

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → honestly, she didn't care about the place but she cares about the person that she was with and right now finnick was the only person she wanted to be with right now, now they can be together for a bit now, just the two of them. the redhead took a sip from her own champagne and then placed it on the table, looking at him, placing one of her hand on his shoulders, kissing him back as well. "yes, but i'm always happy to hear that because i'm so glad as well." she says, still close to him, almost brushing her lips against his. "and now we have all the time to just be together, finally." as a family.

Finnick sipped on the champagne and nodded in agreement, "It is," he said. He didn't know what to expect from the hotel as it wasn't the fanciest of places but clearly, they knew something about their alcohol. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so he could kiss her, "Have I mentioned today how glad I am that we're together again?" he asked.

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → "johanna?" she called to her friend when she was able to find her, glad to see her in one piece as well because she has been worried to all the people that she knew and she was worried about herself and her son too so she was trying to find a place to hide herself from the chaos. "are you okay?"

random starter for @withinthem (johanna)

[solar-halos]

"you're gonna be wearing that?"

aka a silly odesta one shot. 900 words, no plot just vibes

No one talks about the psychological repercussions of being so hot all the time.

Annie examines herself in the mirror. One wrong move and it’s fucking over for her ass (literally).

Annie loves flashy clothing, but not the way the Capitol does it. Instead of obscene sparkles and absolutely unethical fur coats, Annie prefers the linen materials and natural sea glass from District 4’s markets. And, since it’s Halloween today, she goes all out.

She practices how she needs to walk. She’ll have more leeway when she’s finally reunited with her friends, but for right now, she does not want to flash the entirety of the Victor’s Village as soon as she walks out of the door.

The hem of her skirt (made from her own two hands, with nothing but two knitting needles and a heap of yarn) has a scalloped edge along the hemline, which provides some extra coverage. She even managed to manipulate a scrap of shiny fabric into a seashell-shaped blur. 

She was a mermaid, obviously. If she really wanted to get accurate with it, then she wouldn’t be wearing a top at all, but Annie (unfortunately) isn’t a mermaid. It’s why she’s putting so much thought into what shoes she should wear. Hitting the beach was a must, but this was a special occasion. Should she break out the strappy sandals? She even replaced all the strings with seafoam green ribbon. 

She reaches up to clip her hair back while she thinks about it. The knot holding up her shirt loosens. She huffs. 

“Finnick? Will you help me tie this?” She plops down at the foot of the bed. Finnick was writing in his journal while she got ready, but after hearing his name, he glances at her. Annie smiles at him.

His pretty green eyes travel all the way down to her bare feet. She wonders if he’s gonna call her divine. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

She leans forward, entranced by his palpable love. He’s so sweet to her all the time.

“You’re gonna be wearing that?”

She frowns. Scrap what she said about his palpable love.

“Why’d you say it like that?” she demands. Doesn’t he think her costume is pretty? “I’ve been working on this for weeks!”

Seriously. If she had a nickel for every time she raveled and unraveled the yarn to get every aspect of the design exactly right, she’d be financially compensated for all those tears she shed. 

“And it looks good!” he assures her, but Annie shakes her head. He can’t backtrack now.

“No, I get it,” she insists, because she does. “You hate it.”

“I don’t hate—”

“No, it’s cool,” she insists, even though it’s not. “Lying to me is worse than hating on me.”

“Annie.” His voice goes impossibly soft. He leans forward, inching his hand toward hers, and she takes it. Maybe hate was too strong of a word. “You look beautiful. Drop-dead gorgeous. I’m just saying…”

He pauses, eyes drifting toward the ceiling like he’s crunching numbers in his head. Annie raises her eyebrows at him, imploring him to keep going. What now?

“I’m just saying it might get cold, is all.”

Seriously? That was his first thought? She’s covered in ribbons and bows and he’s thinking about the weather?

“Whatever. I can’t believe you’d try and tell me what to do.”

His eyes bug out again. He opens his mouth to reply, but the doorbell cuts him off. That must be the girls.

“Annie.” He trails after her. “I’m not trying to tell you what to do. I’d never tell you what to do. It’s just freezing out right now.”

Well, yeah. It’s Halloween. “But I look good.” What part of that doesn’t he get? “Besides, we’ll be indoors for most of it.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

They make it to the foot of the stairs. Mags throws the both of them a strange glance, probably not used to Finnick being so fucking bossy.

“Finnick hates what I’m wearing,” she explains. 

“I’m just saying it’ll be cold!”

Whatever. Annie flings the door open. She and her friends start trading hugs (and compliments, because they all look unbelievably stunning).

“Dude!” Her best friend has Annie do a 360 so everyone can survey her look. “You look so fucking pretty!”

“Thank you!” Annie says, shooting a pointed glance toward Finnick. His eyebrows knit together. 

“I think so, too,” he tells her. “Otherworldly.”

Otherworldly. Finnick calls her a lot of things—smart, sweet, beautiful—but otherworldly is a new one. That makes her ease up on all the teasing.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” she asks, even though they both know he shouldn’t. Finnick being at a party wouldn’t be unusual, but they have to avoid being seen together in the public eye. District 4 has a severe gossiping problem.

“I’m okay,” he says, hugging her close. She melts into him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as an olive branch. He kisses her back, being mindful of the blush on her cheeks and the highlighter on the tip of her nose. She admires the bright red lipstick stain on his face. “You have fun. And try not to get too cold.”

She wrinkles her nose. “I’m not gonna get cold!”

[drvcxrys]

(¸.• ♛ → the redhead nodded with a small smile. "yeah, for sure, sounds good to me." and it would be nice to make a new friend there, why not. "where do you want to start?"

"well, why don't we explore it together? it could be fun, right?" Lillian suggested. "plus, for me, it would be kind of boring to just walk around the city alone."

[cathaedra]

( private )  tag drops. 

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ writing.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ images.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ about.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ rel.   annie  cresta    /    70th.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ rel.   mags.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ rel.   katniss  everdeen.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ rel.   peeta  mellark.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ rel.   johanna  mason.

ㅤ * ㅤ finnick  odair ㅤ … ㅤ rel.   the  victors.

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@poormad liked for a starter

the  broadcast  went  out;    the  rescue  was  out  of  his  hands.      all  that  was  left  to  do  was  wait.      hands  shaky,    the  anxiety  was  all  he  felt.            (      𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵  𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵      )            it  was  hours  of  ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.      hours  of  others  sleeping,    holding  their  loved  ones  close.      soon  she  would  be  in  his  arms.      that  sentiment  was  what  held  onto  his  sanity.      when  haymitch  brought  him  the  news  of  their  arrival,    finnick  thought  his  sanity  had  slipped.      that  he  was  making  up  the  good  news.      preparing  himself  for  the  w    o    r    s    t  up  until  he  heard  his  name.      the  melodic  hymn  of  a  familiar  voice,            ❝      annie!      ❞            snapped  out  of  a  dissociated  state,    he  was  r    u    n    n    i    n    g.  she  was  scooped  up  into  his  arms.      his  hold  on  her  strong,    but  ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡᵉ.      what  did  they  do  to  her?      nose  nuzzled  into  her  waves,    fingers  curling  into  the  hospital  gown,            ❝      i’ve  got  you.      you’re  safe.      ❞            it  wasn’t  a  reassurance  for  her.      instead,    it  was  for  him.      this  was  ʀᴇᴀʟ.      she  was  okay.      nothing  else  mattered.