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I was tagged by StoryRPArt to do a fact thingy, but I forgot to copypaste the whole thing and I'm lazy, so I just got the questions. The point of this thing is to answer the questions they gave in their journal, and then I'm supposed to come up with my own questions but omg my brain function is low due to exhaustion, so feel free to just...reuse these questions. if you want to. I'm not tagging anyone, but if you feel so inclined, just do it. Do the Dew.

1. What's currently your favorite song and why?

Probably...Blank Space by TSwift or Ready to Run by One Direction. I'm completely unashamed. I live for pop music.

2. Top three favorite words?

Rubbish. Pants. Chaos.

3. If there was one fictional universe you would rewrite, which one would it be and why?

Rewrite? Good lord, I don't think any fictional universes I love could be rewritten- oh, you know what? Actually I'd rewrite The Deathly Hallows and make sure both Weasley twins made it out alive ok. No dying on me. No dying on each other. No dying.

4. Which art piece are you most proud of right now?

Um, idk if I'm proud of any at the moment. I'm trying really hard to be positive about my work, but it's not easy lately.

5. What made you start drawing/writing/painting/etc.?

After reading the Lord of the Rings and seeing the movies, I was inspired. I always hated writing before because I felt like it was so much work, but the Lord of the Rings taught me that writing is imagination and inspiring and beautiful, and I don't have to be afraid to do whatever I want. Thank you Tolkien.

6. If there's a project you have started on/want to start on, whether artistic or some big community thing, what is it and what gave you the idea for it?

I have been trying to complete and publish a novel for like. three years now. Every time I think I'm close, I hate something about it and can't continue. I'm my own worst enemy.

7. Your favorite kind of gift?

Food. Literally, just buy me a meal, people.

8. What's your favorite season and why?

SPRING BECAUSE THUNDERSTORMS AND RAIN AND STUFF. UGHHH SPRING. I mean the mud sucks but hey, mud happens.

9. Your favorite OC that you've created? Why?


Ummmmmmmmmm. Goodness, I have so many tho. Probably my Harry Potter OC Curtis Hodgkiss. He's a Gryffindor and he's got a lot of things that happen throughout his life that I've gotten to write out and RP with friends that made me really close to him. He always comes out on top, though, thanks to the love of his life.

10. Your favorite memory?

I'm not really sure LOL so, that's awkward.
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  • Playing: Dragon Age: Inquisition
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Jill Hope
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I love cosplaying, but I haven't done it in two years. I really miss it and want to return to it. Probably will try to next year.

I'm currently in school. Graduating with an associates degree this year.

And I'm trying to finish a novel and get published. So, there's me.

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Morke sat on the couch and watched the training scores on the large television in the lounge area of the penthouse. Connel sat next to her, smiling at the screen any time he saw the decent scores of his friends as they went by, and their mentor and escort spoke throughout it about the scores and the districts and all sorts of things that Morke wasn’t listening to. She just wanted to see her score, but she knew it wouldn’t be half as good of a score as District 1 or 4.

“Seven,” she said, her voice falling as hard as a rock in the room. She was disappointed and angry with herself. Of course she wasn’t impressive. She should have tried to show her fighting skills, or how hard she can punch, or something. Berry picking was barely a skill, even if most might not be able to identify them as well as she could.

“At least it’s better than a six,” Connel piped up. “But you know, your score isn’t everything-”

Morke got up and walked to her room, slamming the door behind her and sitting down on her bed. She put her head in her hands and wanted to cry, but for some reason she was just too angry and her anger was drying up her tears.

She knew her score wasn’t everything, she knew she could prove her strength in the arena, but she also knew this probably meant she wouldn’t get much in terms of support from the Capitol.

Then the door opened and she saw her mentor walking in. God, she didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. “Go away,” she said firmly, although her voice wavered slightly.

“Morke,” Gina said as she tilted her head a bit. “This isn’t the end for you. You’ve still got the interview to prove to the Capitol that you’re worth watching.”

Morke glanced up at her and then she glanced aside and blankly stared at a corner of the room. Her thoughts focused on the interview now and what she might have to say to convince the Capitol that she was worthwhile and interesting and perhaps just dramatic enough for the lot of them.

“I guess,” she said softly. “What will I have to say? What can I do?”

Gina shrugged. “It depends on what the interviewer asks, Morke, but hopefully if you bring up your son and talk about him as lovingly as you do then you’ll surely win over the hearts of the crowd,” she said. “You’re the only tribute with that ace up your sleeve, you know. You need to use everything you have in order to win.”

Morke bit her lower lip as she considered the only useful advice her mentor had given her. She figured this was probably her best bet, talking about Triste and about being a mother. Wouldn’t they want her to get home safely and see her son again? And she would be the last tribute to speak that night, so the sparkle and ferocity of the Careers would be forgotten by the time they heard her sadness over being far from her son.

She sat up a bit straighter, determination lining her face now. “Okay,” she said with a firm nod. “Yes, I can do that.” she was positive she could handle this now, as long as she kept Triste in mind. He would give her strength she didn’t have on her own.





Once she had set her mind on what to do, on what angle to take, she was being outfitted for her interview. She didn’t usually enjoy putting on the constricting outfits that the Capitol seemed to be famous for, but she was kind of excited when she saw the elegant gowns that her stylist showed her.

“Something black and grey will suit you, I think. With the sequences and sparkles that’ll really brighten it and make you look perfect in the spotlight,” the stylist explained in a giddy tone.

“Isn’t black and grey a little dull?” Morke asked as she furrowed her brow and looked at the floor length gown with deep V cut down the front that the stylist was showing her.

“Not with all the sparkle~” the stylist said with a wink.

“If you’re sure,” Morke said with a grimace as she slipped the dress on so she could make sure that it fit properly. “I suppose you know best.”

The stylist tsked. “Don’t grimace, darling. It’ll make you look terribly ugly on stage,” she said as she chuckled and then gestured to the mirror. “Look at yourself. You’re lovely.”

Morke took a long moment to look at herself in the mirror and she even managed a smile as she looked at herself. The dress was sleek and it hugged her figure perfectly and the sparkles did make her glow, just as the stylist said.

“I told you,” the stylist crooned happily.

Morke smiled a bit. “I’ll kill the crowd, won’t I?” she said with a soft chuckle. She hoped so, anyway. She was pinning all of her hopes on winning over the Capitol, after all.

It was all she had left now, aside from her ability to fight through the arena.
You're gonna be popular
"Popular!
You're gonna be popular!
I'll teach you the proper poise
When you talk to boys
Little ways to flirt and flounce
I'll show you what shoes to wear
How to fix your hair
Everything that really counts~"


So, this is just the pre-arena stuff. Like her being angry at her scores, finding her strength again, and then getting her gown. I like to think that it's very red carpet-y style. Floor length gown, Grey that fades to black, with sparkles all over. It has a deep V in the front and low back, and it's form fitting, etc. It's the first time she's ever felt fabulous, really.

So, idk what else to say about it. She's nervous but she's as ready as she'll ever be!


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The whistle blew, and the crew covered in black coal dust slowly rose from the depths of the tomb they worked in. A few weeks ago there had been a cave in, which had killed half of the crew present, so they were having to work extra hard to make up for the cave in. It was really beginning to wear down on the workers, undoubtedly, but Tox Mercer was especially filled with concern.

He knew he had no choice but to risk his life everyday, but he was the sole guardian for his son now. He still had faith in Morke, that she would come home, but it was such a longshot. He knew he had to work harder to keep himself well enough to be a good and capable father to his son, but that wasn’t the only thing weighing heavily on his mind.

He watched the screens diligently to see how well Morke was doing in the training for the Hunger Games. She seemed to be doing well, whenever he saw her, and it made him so glad. Of course he was still afraid for her, but she was such a strong person that he knew she’d make it. She had to make it.

She also seemed to have found interest in someone from another district. A tragic romance, of course, and as with all the apparent romances occurring among the tributes, it was being displayed and talked about by the show hosts consistently, along with other stats and important information. Tox wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but he wasn’t angry or upset about it by any means. He just felt sort of...hurt? Maybe that was the word, but he’d known for a long time that Morke didn’t love him. She stayed with him because she had nowhere to go, and they did have a child together. It hurt nonetheless, but he was trying to ignore it. However it was difficult with the news constantly playing.

He made his way back to his small home where Triste was waiting for him with his Aunt Mira. She had been a great help, surprisingly, and she didn’t appear to have any ulterior motives. At least, not right now.

Triste jumped to his feet as soon as Tox walked in through the door. “Dad!” he shouted as he ran over and threw his arms around him.

Tox smiled and hugged him tight and then looked at Mira. “Thank you for watching him yet again,” he said as he picked up Triste and held him. “Did you have fun with Aunt Mira?”

“Mhm,” Triste said with a nod as he tried to wipe some of the black smudges off his father’s cheek. “She told me it’s nap time, but I don’t have to nap, do I?”

“Actually you do,” Tox said as he raised an eyebrow. “So go and lay down, alright?” he gently set his son back down on the floor, and Triste reluctantly made his way to his room, dragging his feet the whole way. Tox smiled a bit and then he looked at Mira. “So, everything is good?”

“Of course,” she said. “And how are you? We’ve all seen the antics Morke has been up to.”

Tox’s brow furrowed a bit, and then he shook his head. “Morke’s facing death, Mira. I don’t think it matters how I feel,” he said. “She can do whatever she wants.”

“Even if it means cheating on you with some chump from 10?” Mira asked, putting her hand on her hip.

“She’s not cheating. We’re not dating,” Tox said with a shrug as he walked over to the water basin to wash his face with the small bit of rain water they had managed to catch in it. “These are her last few days of freedom. She can do what she wants.”

“Wow,” Mira chuckled a bit. “I’m impressed. I thought most boys would be super upset about that.”

“I guess I’m not most boys,” Tox said as he glanced back at her, and then the door opened and the other older sister, Tonya, appeared. He rolled his eyes a bit, running his wet hands through his hair to try and loosen some of the dust out of it. Why were the Hurd’s showing up on his doorstep right now? He didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

“Hey Tox,” Tonya said with a wave, grinning a sly grin that just seemed...odd. Like she wanted something. God, he hoped she didn’t want anything from him.

“Hey. I suppose you’ve come to walk Mira home,” Tox said as he moved around the kitchen area, trying to find scraps of food so he could get something in his stomach after the long day at work.

“I was wondering if you knew what Morke was up to,” Tonya questioned as she sat down at the rickety old table. “She’s a slut. I thought I warned you about that.”

Tox looked at her in surprise, and then he shook his head. “My son is sleeping in the other room. If you’re going to talk like that, then you should leave,” he said. “Morke is his mother, and he doesn’t need to hear anything like that from you.”

“Ugh, you’re such a prude, Tox,” Tonya said with a smirk. “You always have been. Same with your brother.”

Tox sighed heavily and then he looked at her. “Tonya, what the hell do you want?” he asked in a rather exhausted tone. Did Mira invite her over? If that was the case, then maybe he had to set up some ground rules about who was allowed to be here while she was babysitting, or maybe he needed to find another babysitter.

“Well, I just figured you’d need someone to comfort you,” Tonya pouted. “Mira can stay here with Triste, and you and I can go off somewhere more private.”

Tox stared at her for a long moment and then he rolled his eyes. “That’s what this is about? Well, I can promise you that I’m not interested,” he said as he ate the small bit of food he had for himself. All the rest would be for Triste.

“Oh please,” Tonya said as she stood up and walked over to him. “After Morke broke your heart? You must need some attention.”

Tox frowned at her. “She hasn’t broken my heart. What’s breaking my heart is that Triste still asks for his mother, and all I can tell him is that we can’t see her right now,” he said in an irritated tone. “Morke hasn’t loved me for a long time. Maybe she never loved me, and I accept that. It hurts, sure, but I will accept it. I don’t need comfort, but even if I did you’d be the last person I would turn to.”

Tonya looked surprised and then she slapped him promptly across the face and she turned and walked out of the house with a huff. She was definitely a Hurd, because only they could slap so hard. Tox bowed his head, rubbing his cheek. He didn’t feel that he deserved that, but he was glad she was gone, anyway.

“Sorry, Tox,” Mira said with a shrug as she still lingered by the door. “She asked for a favor, so you know. I figured I’d let her have a chance at you. I wasn’t sure if you needed some company, you know?”

Tox looked back at her. “Yeah thanks, Mira,” he muttered. He wanted to tell her to not bother coming back, but he didn’t know who else to ask to watch Triste. He’d have to keep using Mira to watch him until he had another option. Whenever that would be. “Can you just...not bring any visitors over?”

“You got it,” Mira said as she started to walk out, but then she paused and looked back at him with an amused smirk. “Pretty sure the younger ones are interested in your dick too, though.”

Tox was a bit shocked, but he just rubbed his forehead. “I’m not gonna...address that,” he said. “Just tell them all no. Please.”

“Alright buddy,” Mira said as she waved. “Sorry about all that.” and then the door closed and they were finally gone. Thank goodness for that.

Tox was just tired. He just wanted to rest, he wanted to be able to take care of his son, and he wanted Morke to be okay. But he couldn’t have everything he wanted, and he knew that.

He peeked into his small room and he saw Triste asleep, hugging his blankets and resting soundly. Tox smiled a bit, and he hoped more than anything that Morke would be able to come home and continue to take care of their son, but he was afraid, too. District 12 was not known for their victors.

He finally turned and went to lay down on his own bed. His stomach was still growling and his cheek was burning from that slap, but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t have enough food for himself and his son, so obviously his son came first, and the slap would wear away eventually.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Time to sleep. Time to forget that he was going to wake up to a new world of fresh nightmares when the sun rose in the morning.
same old empty feeling in your heart
"Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
'Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go." ~ Let Her Go - Passenger


Uh idk LOL I've been wanting to write a feelings thing from Tox's pov, because yeah. He's an important aspect in Morke's life, so I want him to be pretty active too and I can't draw my feelings, so here I am writing little fics LOL

And this song really suited him and I was listening to it and I was like, HRRRG I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING NOW MAN.

And Morke's sisters are the worst so. yikes. awkward.

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