reminder

you should be following this blog now.

so i think it is time to swap blogs

i dont want to delete this blog. so if you wanna follow my next character, you can do so here.

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Gunner McCoy, mentor of district 10. no, i am not leaving, i am staying. Rhia is my thug-life lisa frank kitten. :| clearly i’d be an idiot to leave her.

i made this for you because i love you

if you’d kindly

so, i will officially be making a mentor for district 10 for the next games… i just need someone to send me the years that are already taken. i am tempted to go with the 69th games, if i can get away with saying Chace Crawford is 20. it’s possible right? anyways, please someone send me that lovely list.

i might also have a friend that is looking to be an escort for the next games, she might drop in. not sure if she is set on a district, but her character sounds fun so far. :)

seeing in sleep @Aleks

aleks-ethon:

Aleks creased his lips into one thin line as Silas brought up his training. It bothered him ever so slightly, since that was a part of his past that he so despised, that made him hate whom he was. But alas, Aleks rolled his eyes, not breaking his camouflage of the mask he wore. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t indulge in reading a book or two.” He paused, merely rolling Silas’ comment down his shoulders. “Another stupid joke, eh? That’s all that seems to fall from your lips about me.” Aleks stopped speaking and suddenly felt his head being moved as Silas had craned it to the side. “What the fuck are you doing?” Aleks questioned; a mixture of confusion and anger coating his words. He withdrew from Silas and growled under his breath.

“Well, I guess if I die, I’ll be seeing you in hell or from whatever hole you decided to appear out from under.” Aleks tightened his arms across his chest once more, still never coming to grasp with Silas or his actions and thoughts. In a way, Aleks felt bad for the boy; completely misguided and distorted beyond proper reasoning. There was no use in arguing, even if the sight of his features cooked Aleks’ blood to a whole new temperature. As the new statement fell from Silas’ mouth, a gasp escaped Aleks’ lips. “That’s right, Silas. We’re going to have a kinky beat down with our spiritual selves. Sounds so pleasing,” Aleks retorted, his entire sentence coated in a pure lace of sarcasm. He pushed himself upward, now shifting his pupils to glance upon the boy below. “So, what else is there you have to say to me Silas? Any more concluding riddles? Lay a guilt trip on me? More teases about my idiocy? I’m all ears.” And for the first time since the conversation had begun, Aleks’ tone was flat, completely void of any substance.

Silas only snickered into Aleks’ retreat of having his head held. “I was making sure you were capable of listening. Physically you are, mentally in a whole different ordeal that I can’t exactly look at.” It never occurred to Silas that he too was one to never listen, too caught up in his own mind to even bother with the thoughts and words of others. In the end, ironically, it was the boy’s lack of listening to even himself that brought him down. Yet, he’d be too vain to ever admit a thing.

“I will only crawl from the finest, so look for that one.” Silas replied with his ever-present smile. The small gasp that followed after only widened the smile and fueled a mischievous fire within the dead tribute. “You have no idea.” It was clear how discomforted the other was by his advances, and every drop of discomfort brought him entertainment. From burning his loved one away to make him quiver, to petting his face to make him cringe… it was all very exciting and fun. This was who Silas was, a strange creature of hate and personal pleasure.

“What a good boy, asking if I have anything left before leaving.” He grinned. “Just one last thing. A farewell of sorts. Luckily, it doesn’t involve your useless ears.” Calculating eyes lingered over the career as he made sure there was not an inch between them. Knowing all too well that the other might give a fight, Silas tilted his head and after a pause quickly drew a hand up to Aleks’ jaw to take a grip around it and his neck.

With a pull and a push the boys would have not even that centimeter of space between them, in fact, their lips would be pressed. Silas’ relaxed and offering a much more one-sided, but mocking, passion before withdrawing with an audible extraction.

A final toothy smile as he backed up. The world Aleks was in began to flood with a sort of fog and haze. His nightmare was coming to an end, everything fading away, the last of which were the dead tributes laughing eyes and the faint hum of his voice.

“Till next time!”

(Source: silasgrant9)