ᥫ᭡ ʚ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ⋆ɞ ᥫ᭡ Isadora Odair is just twelve years old when she is reaped for the 72nd Hunger Games. In a district that idolizes the Games, Isadora has spent her life dreaming of the honor it could bring. Enthralled by the Capitol's dazzling promises, she delights in the lavish costumes, the training, and the spotlight, never questioning the price of glory. Manipulated by propaganda and blinded by ambition, she views the arena as a stage for greatness, unaware of the horrors waiting within. But as the Games unfold, Isadora's carefully built illusions begin to shatter. The arena is not a dream-it's a nightmare, forcing her to face the Capitol's lies and the brutal reality of survival. Stripped of her innocence, she must decide if she will cling to what she's been taught or fight to forge her own path. STARTED: 20/12/24 ENDED: - [ pre-the hunger games to post-mockingjay ] cover by @greatwritesharkk

ᥫ᭡ ʚ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ⋆ɞ ᥫ᭡ Lidia Beaumont is just fourteen years old when she is reaped for the 73rd annual Hunger Games. She came from District Eight, where the looms never stopped, and silence was easier than concern. Her days were spent in a lace factory beside her mother, stitching delicate patterns with trembling fingers and a distant gaze. People whispered about her-said she was odd, unstable, prone to long silences and sudden shifts. One moment calm, the next unreadable. Her moods flickered like faulty lights, but no one paid it much attention. Not in a district where survival came first. In the arena, Lidia unraveled. She slipped into dissociation so deep, the Games stopped feeling real. The screams, the blood, the killings-it all blurred into a strange, dreamlike state. To her, it was a game. One where nothing truly mattered. She killed without thinking, without meaning to, as if she was moving on autopilot. There was no plan, no emotion, just instinct and confusion. And a Capitol audience that couldn't look away from the girl with the blank stare and the blood-stained hands. STARTED: 11/04/25 ENDED: - [ pre-the hunger games to post-mockingjay ]

For the heart, both altar and hell. / For the heart, both heaven and grief. CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER. ♱ Marvel Cinematic Universe.

ᥫ᭡ ʚ⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ⋆ɞ ᥫ᭡ Liliana "Lilia" Dolohov is the Red Room's greatest secret-and its only true success. Created from the genetic material of Natasha Romanoff and James Buchanan Barnes, she was engineered to be the perfect weapon: precise, unbreakable, and lethal. From childhood, her life was shaped by brutal experiments, relentless combat training, and layers of brainwashing meant to erase every trace of individuality. But in Lilia, something unexpected survived. Alongside her sharpened instincts and flawless execution came a love for ballet. What the Red Room used as a tool for balance, grace, and disguise became her quiet refuge, the one place where she felt human. Every movement on stage mirrored her duality-elegant yet deadly, fragile yet unyielding. To her handlers, she was cold and calculating, a flawless assassin. To herself, she was something more: a weapon forged in blood who carried within her the discipline of a soldier and the soul of a dancer. STARTED: 12/11/24 ENDED: - [ caws - thunderbolts*] cover by @greatwritesharkk !!

"Like a dog I bare my teeth at the hands that reach for me, not knowing if they came with comfort or pain." Peter Parker x Male Oc Started on- 15th October 2024 Finished on- 11th August 2025 Published on- 17th October 2024

𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐱𝐢𝐚 - 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐠𝐞𝐧; 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༄ 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 had learned early how to disappear. Not just into shadows, but into herself- into silence, into stillness, into the spaces between who she was and who they made her become. She moved quietly through the world, never leaving more than a breath behind. Most people never noticed her. The ones who did never looked twice. At night, the dreams returned. Fragments, half-formed. A hallway bathed in red light. Snow falling without sound. And sometimes-briefly- a man with a metal arm who never said a word, but always seemed to be waiting. She didn't know his name. Didn't know why she remembered him, or if it was even a memory at all. But something lingered. A feeling she hadn't chosen. A pull she couldn't ignore. 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐀 was not chasing answers. She was following the quiet rhythm of something older, something buried, something that had always known its way back. ༄ marvel cinematic universe. oc x bucky barnes. slow burn. ON HOLD until ??? playlist on spotify @tesherplaylists