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crackingmoralcodesThis was going to be an exceptional night. Gumball had been waiting anxiously to meet this Tribute ever since he had seen him in the arena. He really did have to admit he enjoyed the odd ones the most. It was remarkable to see what the creatures from other worlds look like. A little piece of a far off culture, very far off. Lucky for him, his brother made it easy for him to get right up and personal with them so that he could experience this in full.
And then run a few experiments on them.
Nothing harmful of course, nothing that could get him in trouble, but he wanted to see what made these things tick. This one especially. Smitten was probably the right word for it, and he wasn't really sure why. All he knew for sure was that he was in for an interesting evening.
And then run a few experiments on them.
Nothing harmful of course, nothing that could get him in trouble, but he wanted to see what made these things tick. This one especially. Smitten was probably the right word for it, and he wasn't really sure why. All he knew for sure was that he was in for an interesting evening.
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Jun. 7th, 2013 10:15 pmbatlittleboyHe didn't know who had done this.
He just knew, if he found them, he would end them.
It shouldn't have been possible for someone to sneak up on him. But they had. And it shouldn't have been possible for them to turn him into a bat. But they did. And he shouldn't be stuck like this.
But he was.
The little collar around his neck stopped him, some how. And he wasn't going to stay anywhere near home to wait for them to come back and find him. And Fionna's place...well, that had once been his too, and if they had it bobby trapped...
So that was how he ended up nosing under Gumball's blankets late that night. Or early that morning.
He just knew, if he found them, he would end them.
It shouldn't have been possible for someone to sneak up on him. But they had. And it shouldn't have been possible for them to turn him into a bat. But they did. And he shouldn't be stuck like this.
But he was.
The little collar around his neck stopped him, some how. And he wasn't going to stay anywhere near home to wait for them to come back and find him. And Fionna's place...well, that had once been his too, and if they had it bobby trapped...
So that was how he ended up nosing under Gumball's blankets late that night. Or early that morning.
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Jun. 6th, 2013 10:56 pmyour_french_breadsAll Peeta could hear was his heart pounding in his ears. He had been awake for a few minutes now, listening to the people that had taken him milling around. It wasn't until he heard the name Katniss whispered around. His heart started pounding so hard that he could see it, only.. then it was a disembodied pick ax digging it's way into his chest. He knew who held the handle of that ax.
Waiting until all the voices died down, he started to move. He had to find that thing and kill it before the Capital won. He could still feel the vial stuff they pumped into him crawling around in his skin. Swarming and buzzing around inside him until it was all he could focus on.
This would all stop after she was dead, the only thing that mattered was avenging Katniss. Or was this really Katniss? Lies saturated every word she spoke to him. Maybe he just wanted to believe that she would never do this, in actuality there was know way of knowing what she had lied about at all. The only way to find the truth was going to be wringing it out of her mouth with his own hands. That was when he realized that he was standing in a hallway looking at her. He will himself to charge, but found himself pausing for a moment thinking this had to be a trap.
Waiting until all the voices died down, he started to move. He had to find that thing and kill it before the Capital won. He could still feel the vial stuff they pumped into him crawling around in his skin. Swarming and buzzing around inside him until it was all he could focus on.
This would all stop after she was dead, the only thing that mattered was avenging Katniss. Or was this really Katniss? Lies saturated every word she spoke to him. Maybe he just wanted to believe that she would never do this, in actuality there was know way of knowing what she had lied about at all. The only way to find the truth was going to be wringing it out of her mouth with his own hands. That was when he realized that he was standing in a hallway looking at her. He will himself to charge, but found himself pausing for a moment thinking this had to be a trap.
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Apr. 11th, 2013 11:21 amcrackingmoralcodesEverything had to be perfect, this was his very first ball as official ruler of the candy kingdom, and everything need to go off without a hitch. He was a little worried that he would forget all the correct protocol when greeting his guests. He was also warned that there was a queen that took to collecting princes in hope of finding a husband. That was why the guard around the castle was so heavy. Most unfortunate of all was the rumor that a vampire had escaped from the Nightosphere and come to Ooo. He had never met a vampire before, but just in case he had invented a vampire repellent, since he had never met a vampire he had no idea if it would work or not but oh well, the party must go on.
He stood at the doors waiting to greet his guests,providing that any show up.
He stood at the doors waiting to greet his guests,providing that any show up.
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Jun. 23rd, 2012 01:05 ambeneficialweedDande was so unsure right now.
She stood on the door step, shifting in her boots, wanting to knock on the door and wanting to bolt back down the street at the same time.
She'd found this addressed scribbled on a scrap of paper. And had decided to come, without asking about it. Because if she asked, she knew this whole trip would have been put down before she got out of the door.
But now she was actually here, all her courage was seeping out quickly. So before it could all go, she lifted her hand and knocked quickly on the door.
Maybe no one would be home.
She stood on the door step, shifting in her boots, wanting to knock on the door and wanting to bolt back down the street at the same time.
She'd found this addressed scribbled on a scrap of paper. And had decided to come, without asking about it. Because if she asked, she knew this whole trip would have been put down before she got out of the door.
But now she was actually here, all her courage was seeping out quickly. So before it could all go, she lifted her hand and knocked quickly on the door.
Maybe no one would be home.
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- AU: After the 74th Hunger Games, Peeta agrees to become a Capitol slave in exchange for Katniss’s life.
I twist and turn in my bed as visions flash before my eyes and slither deep into my mind, breathing poison from the deepest corners of my imagination. It’s one of those nights, where nightmares refuse to leave me alone, where one simple thought, of home, of her, too deeply rooted in my heart to ever be shaken, keeps me away from sleep. That’s how I know I’ll never let go.
It’s been a year, now. A year since I sold my soul to the devil to save her.
The Capitol is my home, and District 12 nothing more than a distant memory – at least that’s what they keep telling me. But the truth is, the more time I spend here the more disgusted I am, and I find myself wanting to smash the cultivated ignorance and the elaborately designed cruelty that animate their eyes. Every day, I’m ordered to smile and to please, to repeat all the pretty little words they taught me to recite. I’m forbidden to paint, but it’s probably for the best. At one point, the world’s horror becomes enough; you don’t need to paint it, you don’t even need to remember it. It is enough.
I haven’t talked to Katniss in over a year. I know she sent me letters, but I never got to read them. Some nights, I lay awake, trying to remember everything I can about her, her smell, the color of her eyes, the way she felt in my arms. And when I fail to recollect the memories, I simply imagine what her life might be like back home. And sometimes, I find myself wondering if she ever thinks of me. If she ever catches glimpses of me on TV. If she ever searches for them. I’d like to tell her, I’d like her very much to know, that I may walk among them, but I’m not one of them. They can keep me here, they can dress me the way they want and dye my hair the color they desire, they can sell my body to the highest bidder, but I’ll never be a piece in their games.
‘We have a deal you and I, remember?’ President Snow’s voice echoes in my head, and in the fragile moonlight, I make a solemn promise. Oh, not aloud. There is no wind to hear, carry and bear words so heavy with hate. But in my silent own lone way, I swear. I will kill you.
Credit for this AU goes to this post
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Apr. 29th, 2012 12:15 amtequilaismyladyHaymitch pushed back the urge to throw up on Effie again. Not that he was really opposed to the idea, he just didn't want to do it in such closed quarters. He swallowed dry and hard, closing his eyes to make the room stop spinning. They were stuck in his tiny little car together for the next hour, and he wasn't sure if alcohol or the car that was making him nauseous. It might have been okay if he had someone to talk to to keep his mind off of things but Effie wasn't this most enthralling conversationalist.
"So," Haymitch said looking out of the window. "Bought any good shoes lately." Maybe her droning on might keep him distracted.
"So," Haymitch said looking out of the window. "Bought any good shoes lately." Maybe her droning on might keep him distracted.
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Mar. 31st, 2012 11:12 pmyour_french_breadsPeeta stared at the burnt cookies on the counter. He didn't burn things, not unless there was a purpose, and this was the third time this has happened since they had returned from the games. He considered throwing them away but decided to hand them out to kids in the seem instead. They were just a little burnt and would be better than nothing. He put the cookies in a basket and headed out. He stopped When he saw Katniss walking out of her home, he froze. He knew that his lack of attention was due to the revelation that the love of his life was just pretending to be into him to save herself. He tried to pull himself together and waved slightly trying to smile.
your_french_breadsKatniss, I love you...
(In my head all I could think was, boner boner boner boner.)
(In my head all I could think was, boner boner boner boner.)
