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i’ve moved art to his own blog. like this if you want me to follow you from it.

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i’ve moved art to his own blog. like this if you want me to follow you from it.

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i’ve moved art to his own blog. like this if you want me to follow you from it.

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i’ve moved art to his own blog. like this if you want me to follow you from it.

#ooc — out of coaches

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send me anons about my muses family

ask about relationships, events or send your headcanons about their parents, siblings or kids.

#i think you’re disturbed — meme

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CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

who says i want somebody to be in love with me?

i don't want to fuck you to prove a point.

fuck me because you want to.

are you gonna do it or not?

tastes even better than it looks.

i just told you i missed you.

i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world.

you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.

decimate that little bitch.

let's be honest, you gotta feel bad for the kid.

you're not a spring chicken anymore.

dude. he's a pancake. you're gonna flatten him.

how's this feeling?

we're ready for you.

so obviously this isn't the result you wanted today.

you choked.

i don't want you to embarrass yourself.

i'm just a little rusty. it's a confidence thing.

get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you.

i'm so sick of you using this as an excuse to have a fucking meltdown.

you said we could watch a movie.

you're evil.

i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow.

sir, i don't know who you are.

i don't think we have much more to talk about.

i haven't spoken to you in five years.

i was just taking a little nap.

move, or i'm calling the cops.

you were really something back then, huh?

we always talked about how amazing it would be to win this together.

i'm a crazy person.

any predictions about how that's going to go?

can you do me a favor? can you not, like... demolish me tomorrow?

shut the fuck up.

if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you.

i need it to look like i really beat you.

don't guilt me with your dying grandmother.

she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.

you were... fucking incredible.

baby, we've got to get going.

i'm not going to that party.

are you that threatened by me?

we can't both just go in there, dicks swinging.

i'd let her fuck me with a racket.

hey, do you smoke?

of course they will remember you.

see, that's your problem. you think you're like an artist or something.

you just want to win because you love it when people tell you how talented you are.

are you on facebook?

i told you tennis was boring.

you just got this crazy look on your face.

are you on a date?

i don't kiss and tell.

why did you want to have dinner with me?

i think you might be the worst friend in the world.

i didn't know you were so concerned about my feelings.

of course you still have a thing for her.

we just had what i'm assuming is the best sex of our lives.

i fucked your brains out?

what do you think you need? a cheerleader? a fuck buddy? a girlfriend?

you're talented, you're charming, and you've got a big dick.

excuse me for inconveniencing you.

don't expect to sleep here tonight.

stop going easy on me.

i'll be whatever you need me to be. i'll fuck off if you want me to.

i need you here, actually.

you're referring to when i declared my love for you.

you're not in love with me anymore?

i've been dreaming about this for five years.

i'm gonna propose something to you, and it's gonna make you angry. it's gonna make you very angry. but you have to hear me out, okay?

i'm finally ready to listen to you.

how dare you fucking ask me that.

do you think it's cute what you're doing? do you think it's funny?

that's the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.

i've always wanted you.

you didn't do anything to me. i did it all to myself.

i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you.

do you understand how embarrassing it is that you're here?

you've never beaten me.

tell me it doesn't matter.

will you just hold me?

i'm not here to fuck you.

i miss watching you play. you were so beautiful.

#i think you’re disturbed — meme #i’m legally obligated to reblog this here

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

#i think you’re disturbed — meme

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What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?

Example being; my muses ticks they have, the way they talk, etcetera.

#i think you’re disturbed — meme

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*         send   META   +   a   word   ,   a   name   ,   or   phrase   and   i   will   write   a   head  canon   based   off   of   this   !!!  

#i think you’re disturbed — meme

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HE CAN’T HELP GRINNING AT HER STATEMENT. HE DOESN’T KNOW IF HE WANTS TO BE IMMORTAL. HE doesn’t think he does, but he won’t say that. “Thank you.” He wants to say that he couldn’t bear to see her dead, either, but he doesn’t think she’d listen. “Please don’t haunt me.” He doesn’t think he could bear it if Johanna was a ghost. It’d be better to know she was somewhere else. Somewhere nicer than this hell the Capitol had made.

He smiles a little wider. “I would love that.” They can go to the beach together and have a picnic if the weather is nice enough for it. “We’ll have to plan a day for it.” He’s stalling, he thinks, but he doesn’t care. He wants to keep Johanna with him for as long as he can.

oh, don't put me down, she pleads to no one but herself. despite her feet steady on the ground, her body is pressed to art's. johanna isn't ready to step away. she doesn't need a crown or a mansion to reward her for the terrible things she's done. if panem intends on handing her a trophy, she'll tell them that all she needs is a moment with art. ❝ i will have to ensure your immortality. i couldn't bear to see you dead. ❞ arms adjust around his middle and she smiles at his kiss. ❝ i would haunt you, though. being a ghost would be a terrible fate, but i would do it for you. ❞ be a ghost for him. die for him. live for him, just as she did in the arena. how could a single person change everything for her? ❝ i'd like to be your neighbor, if that's alright. we can go to the seaside together. ❞

#cannotfly #and i’m just a shadow‚ fading out. — verse #and i’d put myself through hell for queue #no he does not

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ART STARES AT HER BLANKLY FOR A LONG TIME. SHE’S CRYING. NORMALLY, HE’D WIPE HER TEARS AND MAKE sure she was okay and apologize. But this isn’t normal circumstances. Art is drunk and out of it. So he just stares at her for a moment longer before he shrugs and brings the bottle back to his mouth. Apparently she doesn’t want any. More for him, then. He’s not complaining about that. He wishes, secretly, that she’d stop crying. It’s not very loud but just the knowledge that she’s crying is making him uncomfortable.

He makes his way into the living room and drops into a chair, cradling the bottle to his chest. He sips from it intermittently until it’s empty and then he gets up and gets another bottle from the cabinet, leaving the empty one in the living room. “Don’t cry.” It’s said quietly as he passes by Johanna on his way back to the chair. “Don’t like it when you cry. Makes me feel weird.” And not in the good way. Although Art hasn’t felt weird in a good way in years. He doesn’t think he ever will.

she's forgotten why she came tonight in the first place. finding art in . . . this state has taken over every sense and blocks the warnings in her head. deep down, she knows it'll only upset her and yet she can't bear to turn away from him. slowly, it dawns on her why the suggestion to lay down is a bad idea. art usually knows her, but johanna can't see more than what meets the idea. an apology quickly falls from her lips.

all she can do is blink as the glass shatters. there's a ringing in her ears, but at the same time all she can hear is the collide of the bottle against the hard ground. she blinks again. when she looks back up at art, she can only see the blurry outline of his face. he slurs something about glass and when she looks down at her bare feet, there's a small trail of blood forming. too late.

johanna doesn't even notice as he finds another. the stench grows worse, though she can't tell if it's the physical substance or if her memory plays tricks on her.

all she can tell is hands on her skin at the offered drink. art might as well have slapped her cheek. it feels as if he did.

a few steps backward that she does not feel and her back falls into the wall the same way the glass fell. ripples of pain flow around the back of her head, but she can barely feel it all the same. not him. not art. he's too good to her to suddenly---

every feeling crashes against each other. the dull pain in her skull, the reminder of her fall in her back, the smell, the bottle still waving at her, the wet on her feet from the blood and the glass shard stuck in her skin. and tears stinging at her eyes as she finally lets them fall down her cheeks.

#cannotfly #and i’m just a shadow‚ fading out. — verse #and i’d put myself through hell for queue #tw: drinking #tw: alcohol #tw: alcholism

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IT’S LATE. IT’S LATE AND IT’S RAINING AND ART DOESN’T SEE ANY REASON WHY JOHANNA CAN’T STAY. Except for her guardian wanting her back to the house. Her husband, remember? It’s not a reminder that Art needed or wanted and his mouth twists to the side in protest. He sits up as she starts to dress. “You could stay.” He doesn’t think Lily would mind. Tashi is who knows where. They have the house to themselves. “It’s raining, Johanna. It would be rude of me to make you walk back in this.” Art wishes her guardian—husband—was a sensible man. He wishes he were the type of man that he could call and say that his wife stayed the night because of the rain and not have to worry about him taking his rage out on Johanna. She doesn’t deserve it. She’s been through enough.

“Say you have a sick uncle.” He shifts down the bed until he’s sitting behind her. “Please don’t go.” He’s being selfish now. He doesn’t want to be alone tonight. He can glean her meaning and his stomach clenches. “Please,” Art murmurs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Stay, my love. We’ll say it was my fault. And we can say we slept in separate rooms.” He doesn’t want her to leave.

@playboths sent: ❝  stay the night.  ❞

the sheet follows her as she attempts to stand. attempts. whether it's the pure exhaustion of the course of events lately or, well . . . other reasons, she yawns too wide to think on. the back of her hand is quick to cover her mouth. if there was ever a time johanna was able to sleep soundly, she misses it, even if that was her infanthood. sometimes, she wonders if even then she could fall into a deep, dreamless sleep so easily or if she's always been cursed this way.

through tired eyes, she glances at art with a smile. ❝ laura and i need to go back eventually, ❞ she whispers. after a moment's hesitation, johanna bends over to start pulling on her stockings. this is what she deserves for falling asleep here. she hadn't meant to. the pounding of the rain on the window and the feeling of art helped her drift off. she only hopes the girls hadn't needed them. ❝ i can't exactly phone him while he's at work and tell him that i have a sick aunt i'm visiting. he already decided i don't have any aunt. ❞ she sits back up, keeping the sheet in place. ❝ he's working late tonight. i hope that means he won't be . . . ❞ too much, johanna! ❝ we'll sleep better tonight. ❞

#cannotfly #only we know what we’ve both been through. if i save you‚ will you save me too? — verse #and i’d put myself through hell for queue #tw: cheating #tw: infidelity

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it’s art’s birthday! feel free to send him things

#ooc — out of coaches

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ART DOESN’T KNOW HOW LONG HE’S BEEN IN LOVE WITH JOHANNA FOR. HE THINKS HE’S LOVED HER SINCE he met her. He’s never been one to believe in love at first sight, but he thinks he’s been in love with Johanna Barker since he saw her. He knows, though, that they can’t be together. He’s not stupid. He knows how her guardian is. Art doesn’t have the power to defy him. He wishes he did. He wishes he could steal Johanna away and marry her in secret. He wishes they could be together.

He doesn’t tell her that she’s wrong. He learned not to years ago. His heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest. He wonders how he’s so calm. He wonders how she’s so calm. He thinks it’s the shock. “Then let’s run away.” He can’t believe the words are coming out of his mouth. He hasn’t even finished school yet. But he thinks running away with Johanna is more important than finishing school. He takes a step closer to her and takes her hands. “Let’s run away. Now. We can leave tonight. No one will know.” He cups her face in his hands. “Marry me.” The words are barely above a whisper. “Marry me and run away with me. Please. Johanna, I love you. And I can’t—.” He looks away for a moment and then looks back at her. “We can make it better. Please, Johanna. We can leave tonight and no one will know and we can run and get married and be happy.”

@playboths sent: it means that you are kind, noble and splendid and i could not help loving you.

her guardian has a ring hidden somewhere. in his pocket or on a shelf, she's practically certain of it based on his recent remarks. in a way, he's treated her like a young bride since she was fourteen years old. johanna is just yet to inherit the name. she has understood how she is doomed for years, yet part of her wanted to hope. with art, there was always a new, positive emotion around him. joy, belonging, or perhaps it was that hope as their fingers brushed against each other. johanna doesn't know for how many years it has been. maybe the simple sight of his flashing smile has always sent her ablaze.

but hearing those words she has craved to hear sends a knife through her back. she can only think of that ring. of her guardian's hands. they have no chance together.

❝ you know me, art. you know i'm not really . . . noble. or splendid. or . . . kind. ❞ fingers tug at her curls. she wishes she could use them instead to lead him into a kiss. ❝ i want . . . i wish things were different, but---they're not! ❞ i want to love you freely. johanna looks up at him, into his blue eyes as if she has any authority to. ❝ i want to run away with you. i want to go right now. ❞ art hasn't even graduated yet. it doesn't stop her from wanting. if it were up to her, they would run hand-in-hand right out of his front door right now. ❝ i love you, too. a lot. i've, um, i'm in love with you. i want it to be . . . better. ❞

#cannotfly #only we know what we’ve both been through. if i save you‚ will you save me too? — verse #and i’d put myself through hell for queue #oh i love the precanon mess #art just made it Worse i’m so sorry #art: has been in love with johanna since he saw her #my brain: I DID LOVE YOU EVEN AS I SAW YOU #i’m sorry i’ll see myself out

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@cannotfly said i have to talk to you.

OH FUCK. THEY DON’T SAY THAT TO EACH OTHER VERY OFTEN, SO ART KNOWS IMMEDIATELY THAT THIS IS serious. “Ok.” He wonders if he did something. He hopes he didn’t. He doesn’t think he did, but he knows that he could’ve. “Are you okay? Did something happen at work?” He sits down on the couch and holds a hand out for Johanna to take if she wants. “Did someone say something to you?”

#cannotfly #wrap me in a wedding ring — verse #and i’d put myself through hell for queue

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@cannotfly said you were incredible today.

HE GRINS. IT’S NOT EVERY DAY THAT ART PLAYS TENNIS. HIS YOUNGER SELF WOULD BE SHOCKED. BUT he’d retired earlier this year and he thinks it’s the best decision he’s ever made. Aside from marrying Johanna. “Thanks.” He kisses her temple and puts his racquet away. “You weren’t too bad yourself. And the girls are getting better, too. I think they’re going to end up being better than me, honestly.”

#cannotfly #wrap me in a wedding ring — verse #and i’d put myself through hell for queue

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CHALLENGERS (2023) Official Trailer

#gave you all i had and you tossed it in the trash — rel: art donaldson / tashi duncan #take what you want cause i’ve got nothing left — rel: art donaldson / patrick walters #oh damn‚ never seen that color blue. — visage #this scene is #it’s—yeah #this scene is i think what started the end of art and patrick’s relationship #it was already on the outs but this just sped up the process #although art was pretty happy for this bc patrick’s attention was mainly on tashi for once #so he wasn’t getting all of that negative attention he normally did #it was a pretty good night for all of them for obvious reasons but it was also good for art bc he got a break from patrick’s patrickness #for a little while anyway