" Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. " You don't get to pick again."
   My name is Solace. I painted a lock of my hair red once, to represent the blood-stained strands on Day's head. I have thirteen beads on my necklace. Three birds fly towards my heart. I have my scars to prove of my time in the Games. Yet I have nothing but memories of the Maze. 
   I refuse a Match. The falls of the Nomes will haunt my heart forever. The Hufflepuff badge is worn proudly. I have walked the path of Starclan for many moons. My mother fell prey to the Sharing. I swell with pride, hearing of the Charming Kingdom's refusal to give in. A raven tattoo adorns my neck.
   Taught since birth to never lie, trained since five to stay alive. Lied to since before my Trial, always fighting for survival. If you can honestly say, that you've traveled with Day and all the rest, then come my friend, and join this fandom fest.

find me @blasphemyincarnate on ao3 and @insert-cleverurl on tumblr

4 March 2019
guess who's finally writing stuff... this bitch
guys it's actually going somewhere I'm pROUD sndkjddj im awfully excited about this
still endorsing @thomasfcksmacaroni because she's my friend and also good at editing, even though I haven't talked to her in like a year) friend are you even on Wattpad anymore)

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(I know these numbers used to mean something but I don't know what)

(...annoyingly enough, I know how to figure it out too. it's just kind of complicated and annoying and I don't really want to ugh) (updated 4 March 2019)

EDIT 4 MARCH 2019 LIKE FIVE MINUTES LATER OLD ME WAS SUCH A BITCH THAT LITERALLY SAYS C I P H E R S

   Happy Potter games...
I am selfish.
I am brave.
   ...And may the gods, be ever in your favor.
        - Solace, Candor demigod daughter of Apollo, winner of the first Hunger Games