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to have and to hold 𝓯𝓽. poetry  de lovearchives
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a collection of musings from a sentimental idiot. © 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩-𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨, 2025
The Prophecy. The Hunger Games  de -mothercain
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Cards on the table Mine play out like fools in a fable THE PROPHECY / THE HUNGER GAMES
the chaaaase. 🌱 johanna mason de trustruins
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All she knew is that she had adored Johanna Mason for as long as she could remember. Every sharp grin, every eye roll, every reckless laugh that echoed through the trees like thunder in the summer-   johanna mason x fem!oc   ◌   ♩ ⠀© freya / trusruins   start : 30/07/25   ꣑   ♡ cover by @maudeivorys !
Lingering Ghosts | Finnick Odair de nostalgiclogan
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"if only we had met in another lifetime." "we still wouldn't have belonged to each other. " [Finnick Odair x oc]
Tender-Blue de egology
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Haunt me. Ruin me, Cosette. Finnick Odair, The Hunger Games ©Egology ── 2025
Wolfskin,⠀⠀Finnick Odair. de juvenilegirls
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She is the howl in the hush, the storm-eyed wolf running wild. finnick odair / oc 2025 © juvenilegirls
Chevalier.  de pearljars
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Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024 COVER by the amazing @morstern ❤︎