𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐘!

#𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐒   [ ... ]    an  independent,  mutually  exclusive  effie  trinket  from  the  hunger  games  franchise  with  sporadic  activity.    heavily  canon  divergent,  exceptions  do  occur,  of  course,  just  ask  if  you  have  any  questions.    loved  &  adored  by  ivy  (  she  /  her,  gmt  timezone. )    feel  free  to  check  out  the  links  below  if  you’d  like  to  know  anything  more.

wasn’t · all · times · good · for · getting · himself · drunk · ? · it · was · what · he · did · best · after · all, · no · matter · what · time · or · game, · it · was · better · for · him · to · try · to · forget.· ❝ · ·i’ll· take· that· as· a· no· to· my· drinking· request· · ❞· · sigh · passed · his · lips, · head · tilting · up · again · to · meet · her · gaze. · she · was · angry, · · ·pissed · off · even. · not · that · it · came · as · an · surprise · after · all · of · these · years · working · together. · ❝ · ·i’ve· already· told· those· kids· what· they· need· to· know,· don’t· die,· survive· and· many· more· years· of· hell· will· be· the· thing· they· win· · ❞· · he · wasn’t · technically · wrong, · this · was · his · own · personal · hell · from · the · age · of · sixteen. · ❝ · ·those· kids won’t· be· victors,· effie· · ❞ · ·

           VEXATION   ONLY   FURTHER   CONTORTED   HER   FEATURES,   honestly,   she   wasn’t    even   certain   upon   why   she   even   bothered   attempting   this   anymore.   he   wasn't   going   to   assist   her,   he   never   did,   not   really,   but   that   never   stopped   her   from   TRYING   .   .   .   in   the   chance   (   the   very   slim   chance   ),   that   one   day   he   may   just   surprise   her.   a   day   she   wasn't   certain   would   ever   come,   but   still,   she   lived   in   hope.     ‘     well,   certainly   not   with   that   ATTITUDE   they   won't   be,     ’     another   huff,   heels   clicking   lightly   against   the   ground   beneath   her   feet,   as   she   akin   to   paced   the   room.   ‘     why   do   you   continue   to   be   so   AVERSE   to   helping   me  ?     ’  

A P H R O D I T E —— laughter loving.   sweet smiles.   dressed in silk and satin.   flower in their hair.   sees the world as a runway.   unapologetically sexual.   the sea washing their ankles.   in love with love.   stirrer of passion.   cunning concealed by painted lips.   secret daggers.    doves.   revolution in their kiss.   delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.   this is how to be a heartbreaker.    wants to be adored.   gets turned on by danger.

A P O L L O ——  glitz and glamour.   art galleries.   turning the volume up.   being made of gold.   neatly organized music sheets.   notebooks filled with poetry.   bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create.   collecting vinyl records.   beautiful cover of wonderwall.   playing multiple instruments.   tasting like sunshine.   healing touch.   speaking in prophecies.   smile mingled with wrath.   shunning lies.   sporting shades.   hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.   arrow to the heart.   paint brushes.   probably has a tinder account.

A R E S  —— armed for battle.   wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.   gives piggyback rides.   scarred body.   blood on their hands and face.   willing to fight the world.   fights against injustice.   warm hugs.   well worn combat boots.   boxing gloves.   bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.   fist raised in protest.   ignites revolutions.   fear is a prison.   more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.   exhausted.    damaged goods. force to be reckoned with.   red roses.   curses under their breath.

A R T E M I S  —— keen sense of a hunter.   freckles like constellations on their skin.   piercing eyes.   dishevelled braid.   moonlight peeking through the shadows.   the calm of the forest at night.   lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin.   the moon shimmering on a still lake.   quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.   running with wolves.   bonding while circled around a campfire.   not being much of a people person.   arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.   patience on 3%.   touches heaven and returns howling.

A T H E N A —— discerning gaze.   unreadable face.   quiet museums.   owl perched on their finger.   armour that intimidates.   eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.   big fan of logic.   loves brain teasers.   ancient buildings.   sweaters in neutrals and cool colours.   hair done up.    can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research.   sharpened pencils.   abs that can cut steel.   stoic statues.   pottery classes.

D E M E T E R —— soil covered hands.   smile that can bloom flowers.   skin loved by the sun.   being the mom friend.   can lift you and your friends.   flowers kept in the pockets of overalls.   takes pride in their beautiful garden.   speaks to their plants.   leaves rustling in the wind.   stalks of wheat.   picking fruit.   greenhouses.   heart as strong as a mountain.   values simplicity.   daisies dotted across a collarbone.   curls crowned with flowers.   folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.   pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

D I O N Y S U S  —— drunk shitposter.   on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second.   seductive smirks.   untamed curls.   rich fabrics on dark skin.   sleek furred panthers.  theatre masks.   stage productions. receiving a standing ovation.   rose caught between their teeth.   being the baby of the bunch.   wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.   creeping vines.   inspiring loyalty.   grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.   rolls of film.   shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.   pouring champagne into flutes.   lives for the applause.

H E P H A E S T U S  —— the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow.   flame burning in their eyes.   inventive mind.   broad shoulders.   steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes.   ashes.   striking a match.   blueprints for future projects.   fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.   wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.   wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire.   huge jackets.   crafting masterpieces.   greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics.   pain is fuel.   stack of weaponry.   even their muscles have muscles.

H E R A  ——  resting bitch face.   dressed to the nines.   cows grazing on a pasture.   cool rain.   loving and hating fiercely.   hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims.   romance to realism.   pictures of the sky while flying on a plane.   files that under ‘ fuck it ’.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.   a good book.   like their selfie or you’re grounded.   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.  dark eyes that penetrate your soul.   marble and gold.

H E R M E S —— devil-may-care smile.   always up-to-date on the latest technology.   will steal your french fries.   does it for the vine.   shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything.   meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway.   ma and pop diners.   spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.   fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.   shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations.   goes jogging in the morning.   mixes redbull with coffee.   menace on april fool’s.   hoodies and sneakers.

P O S E I D O N —— storm with skin.   colourful coral reefs.   waves crashing against the shore.   stroking the soft fur of a cat.   their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop.   tousled locks.   clothes smeared with paint.   owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.   leather jackets.   fondness for diy projects.   handwriting that flows across the page.   nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.   mood as ever-changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle.   compass with a spinning arrow.

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   ❝    calm   your  tits   sweetheart    ❞    voice   remained   slurred   when   he   slumped   down   against   the   couch   in   the   apartment,   whiskey   spilling   from   the   glass   to   the   floor.   ❝    fuck    ❞    gentle   murmur   as   thumb   rubbed   over   the   liquid   running   down   the   glass,   head   tilting   up   as   lips   pulled   up   in   smile.    ❝    you  should  drink  with  me,  it  would  loosen  up  that  tension  in  your  shoulders    ❞     

          INCREDULITY   WAS   QUICK   TO   LACE   ATOP   PAINTED   FEATURES,   her   frustration   for   the   man   before   her   evident.   she   saw   little   use   in   CONCEALING   it,   certain   that   he   wouldn’t   notice,   regardless.   either   that,   or,   as   per   usual,   he   wouldn’t   care.   ‘     this   is   no   time   for   drinking   yourself   into   your   usual   stupor,     ’   tones   were   harsh,   sharpened   akin   to   the   most   dangerous   BLADE.   how   could   he   drink   at   a   time   like   this   ?   when   they   had   tributes   to   prepare   for   the   games   ?   ‘     now   please            —            for   ONCE   in   your   life,   would   you   at   least   try   to   help   me?   Instead   of   sitting   there   and   feeling   sorry   for   yourself  !     ’