HungerGames-based OC list, for roleplay reference purposes. Please, please don’t copy this as your own. It took forever to make. (some may temporarily have multiple names until I decide on them)
Boys:
1- Prince, Rhodonite 2-Pileser 3-Tobias 4-Caspian
5-Sandson 6-Skyler 7-Hollis 8-Dominick
9-Purci 10-Dakota 11-Clay, Malik 12-Dante
Girls:
1- Vivid 2-Lexus 3-Naoki 4-Raina
5-Brielle 6-Sylvie 7-Lillian 8-Austina, Autumn, Auburn
9-Amber 10-Millie 11-Egypt, Sade 12-Lydia
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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.
To all my followers that don’t talk to me…
In my opinion, this perfectly represents Peeta’s love for Katniss, and her reaction. XD
I don’t know if any of you guys were wondering this, but I know I was, so I thought I would Share it :) ~The Girl on Fire
Haha I’d figured out how to do this on my flute before I saw this, but you did a really fantastic job on this picture. Nice work!
i love this!! ♥
credit to the artist
peeta’s leg! </3love this
Auuuuughhh yesss!!!! Peeta and Katniss’ kids AND someone finally drew Peeta’s prosthetic leg!!!!!!
Naaaawww!
