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𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑰𝑫𝑬  -    the southern seat in narnia. characterised by it’s sprawling, living gardens, queen susan was said to have hosted some of her most favoured suitors there ( away from the more prying eyes of cair paravel )

#SUSAN PEVENSIE - ᵃᵉˢᵗʰ. #i almost forgot about my different seats for the four rulers #with cair paravel being the big main one

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“ honestly lucy, it looks like you’re more burr than girl. ” taking in the state of her younger sister, susan sighs and shakes her head with an expression of all-suffering upon her face. there’s FONDNESS too, beneath the surface. “ what do you think you were doing?? ” * @messanique

#messanique #SUSAN PEVENSIE - ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ. #keeping this a little vague maybe?? could be narnia could be england?? 🤷‍♀️

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"i live on both sides of the fence. my grass is always green." From Rai to Kimiko! Hiya there, good to see you again! :3

wrinkling her nose at raimundo, kimiko lowers her dishrag back into the soapy water and SNORTS. a quick and careful exhale and focus imbues more warmth from her hands into the cooling sink, and gives her time to scoop up a finger-full of bubbles to flick at his cheek. “ some people would call that shady behaviour, rai. ” oh she knows she can be one to talk, having done her share of sneaky - dare she say it underhanded - things from time to time. still, it’s so easy to poke fun.

#champiionic #hiiii i missed you! #KIMIKO TOHOMIKO - ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ.

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this is still funny to me

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“ i hear them sometimes, in the waves when the tide’s up. ” oh, she has better days : where she steps into the surf and allows herself to be carried, saltwater sticking to her lips and stinging her eyes. where she can dive and twist with the ease and exuberance she did as a child. there are others where she can’t even STOMACH the sight. where the ebb and flow turns red with blood only she can see. today annie sits in the sand, digging her toes into the grains; her feet in perfect, practiced arches, green eyes both here and there. she’s picking half-heartedly at an orange mags had placed between her palms, the tree on her front lawn fruitful. “ they’re still screaming. ” * @dist4

#dist4 #ANEMONE CRESTA - ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ. #she’s… yeah

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queen susan the gentle for @2usan <3

#just remembered this!!! #the sun jewellery!! the daffodils!!! queen susan visiting the north!!!! #SUSAN PEVENSIE - ᵛⁱˢᵘᵃˡˢ.

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"Annie," says Delly brightly, "did you know it was Peeta who decorated your wedding cake? Back home, his family ran the bakery and he did all the icing."

Annie cautiously looks across Johanna. "Thank you, Peeta. It was beautiful." 

"My pleasure, Annie," says Peeta, and I hear that old note of gentleness in his voice that I thought was gone forever. 

#and then he proceeded to say he would steal her from finnick and made everyone uncomfortable BUT STILL ANNIE AND PEETA BESTIES

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march 19th, 52 A.D.D (after dark days) - anemone is born to thaden and laguna cresta. she has an older sister by two years, guinemere, and a four years younger brother, brin. the crestas are a “well-off” family in the district, with thaden running a cannery. she has a relatively average early childhood until,

age 8 - annie is handpicked from her classmates to train as a career, purely based on the potential seen in her cleverness and endurance.

age 13 - annie and trite brindan as paired off as training partners. they balance each other well, with annie’s calm, watchful temperament reigning in trite’s more impulsive tendencies.

age 18 - annie and trite are chosen upon to “volunteer” for the 70th annual hunger games. she’s mentored by mags flanagan, a tradition of sorts, he by caspian mureen, victor of the 59th games. finnick odair, 19 and charming and infuriatingly careless, travels with them to the capitol, as he does every year. 

(info on annie’s games tbc.)

annie’s victory tour is a haze of sedation. being accosted by a capitolite lusting after her fragility stands out, ending with her nails dug deep into his face and her curled up in a ball in the middle of a horrified dance floor.

age 19 - laguna cresta “drowns” just days before annie’s birthday. her father and siblings move out from her house in the victor’s village not long after that, distancing themselves. annie spends more time at mags’ house than her own, finnick is there too. they steadily grow to know and understand each other, first as friends and later, something neither of them could stop.

age 20-22 - love and happiness isn’t meant to be something illicit, something to hide. but annie has always been good at hiding.

age 23 - the quarter quell. plunged into a waking nightmare. though she is spared from the arena in a sacrifice that will haunt her days, annie isn’t kept from the maw of the beast, called back to the capitol as a mentor to those she cares most about. unknown to her, it is a ploy to keep her close, a promise made as fire catches and rebellion grows.

the promise fails.

#i forgot i had this on my old blog… it still holds up #ANEMONE CRESTA.

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“ oh! ed! ” a hand flying to the buttoned up breast of her coat, susan is quick morphe her look of surprise at someone being even awake at this hour to one of chiding annoyance. primly, she peels off her gloves, the music of the dance hall still thrumming within her veins like wine ( heady and strong - the fauns made it best - how quick she is to push such silly thoughts away ) and places them on the side table, eager to shed her coat and go to bed. how she hopes for a DREAMLESS sleep. “ it’s rather rude to lurk in the foyer like some BEAST, did peter put you up to it now that he’s gone to the country? ” * @messanique

#messanique #hiiiiiii sorry she is the way she is #SUSAN PEVENSIE - ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ.

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“ what do you think she wants from us now? ” they’re waiting in an ornate room, one of the many that dot the overtaken presidential palace. sea-glass eyes DART about, taking in the minute details of the velvet curtains, the tapestries, the portraits hanging on papered walls - beating back against the waves of grief that threaten to swallow her whole. it’s rich, it’s stifling, and annie’s arms are wrapped in a TIGHT hold around her middle just to keep herself from flying apart. nausea churns within the back of her throat, a faint headache thrumming between her temples. she’s standing close to peeta, caught between him and johanna, eyeing the round table which overtakes the majority of the room as though it were A THING WITH TEETH. eight chairs - one for each surviving victor ( finnickfinnickfinnick her heart weeps a staccato beat ), one for president coin. they’re waiting for her, and for katniss. annie’s voice is low murmur, as though she has been screaming herself hoarse. “ what more could she possibly want? ” * @me1lark

#me1lark #going for that post capitol bombing everythings a horrible mess vibes ✌🏻 #annie doesn’t like coin annie hates being in the capitol annie just wants to go home and grieve #and cope with recently finding out she’s pregnant like hello 🫠 #ANEMONE CRESTA - ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵈˢ.

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𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰 - the career

#ANEMONE CRESTA - ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ.

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𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰 - the victor.

#ANEMONE CRESTA - ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ.

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katniss: finnick i made a deal with coin all the victors imprisoned in the capitol will be rescued and pardoned

finnick: omg thank you so much for looking out for them, especially annie the love of my life who i’ve been spiralling dangerously over since we got here 🥹

katniss: 😶🫢😐

katniss: one sec be right back

#and then coin went annie who #followed by oh don’t worry we don’t imprison crazy people #🫠🫠🫠🫠 #anyway i think about that scene a lot lol

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i just think that… miss anemone cresta… miss annie bannanie

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me wanting to move annie back to her own blog vs i just got back into tumblr rp and this multi

#ughhhh #it’s the hunger games brainrot #and annie is the muse i go back to the most

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heaven.

dialogue prompts from heaven: a novel by mieko kawakami.

i want to be friends. i mean, if you're okay with that.

it's nothing. it happens.

when i'm doing nothing, i get this feeling like i'm fighting something.

aren't you going to ask me why i did it?

i almost never feel like everything's okay.

part of me doesn't feel like anything is wrong or okay. just normal.

it's really personal. i don't know if i can explain it.

hurting and crying are different things.

i'm totally normal. don't look at me like that.

i wonder if anyone can ever actually stop thinking.

sometimes you can't see the scars, but there's a lot of pain.

i can't express how safe it felt never being seen.

i'd be lying if i said i felt any better.

we shouldn't talk about this. i haven't seen you in so long.

it wasn't supposed to be like this.

hey, do you think there's a god?

the first time i saw you, i just knew. we're the same. we had to be friends.

you understand the way i feel better than anyone else.

if you're always in pain, you know exactly what it means to hurt somebody else.

i know there's so much pain in this, but we have to keep going.

a time will come, i'm sure of it, when everything will be alright.

we all see the world in our own way.

you're so nice. when i think about it, it almost hurts.

we need salt. to purify the house.

i'm not crying. i mean, i am, but not because i'm sad.

nobody does anything because they have the right. they do it because they want to.

we're all caught up in our own personal values, trying to get whatever we want.

they all matter to me, but you matter the most.

i always laugh when i get scared.

#PROMPTS.

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starter call ! please specify a muse

#ok…. let’s see what my sleepy covid brain can rattle off