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liviavanrouge · 5 days

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Protective Dragon

Malleus: *Opens the dorms doors* Yes-

Malleus: *Perks up then Scowls* Oh, it's just you

Jack: *Nods, holding purple roses* Is Livia ready for our date?

Malleus: Date?

Jack: *Nods* I was taking her to that flower field she found for a small picnic...

Malleus: *Stares him down*

???: Mal Mal, is that Jack!?

Malleus: *Slams the door shut* NO!!

Jack: Uhhhh....

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Livia: Mal Mal! I am going on this date and you can't stop me!!

Malleus: Couldn't you have at least chosen someone worth your time!

Livia: Jack is worth my time! Now get out of the way!!

Malleus: *Shakes his head, blocking the door* I refuse to let my Beastie go on a d-date....

Livia: MALLEUS, I'M NOT FOUR ANYMORE!!

Lilia: *Chuckles* She's correct, Malleus

Malleus: But she's still a baby!

Livia: NO I'M NOT!!

Malleus: By fae standards yes you are, you're still a baby! My Baby!!!

Lilia: *Frowns* Hold up, I don't recall you having a wife who went through six hours of birth.

Livia: Technically I am his baby as well, since he and Gran Gran Maleficia allowed me to stay in the castle for eleven years despite all the protests about it....

Lilia: I guess....

Livia: BUT I'M NOT A BABY THOUGH!!!

Malleus: YES YOU ARE!!!

Livia: NO I'M NOT!!!

Malleus: I refuse to let my Beastie go on a date with a mere wolf!

Livia: *Glares at him, her eyes narrowed* Malleus

Lilia: Oh, she pulled the first name..

Malleus: B-Beastie....

Livia: If you don't let me go, I'll never call you Mal Mal ever again, Malleus

Malleus: You wouldn't-

Livia: Take. Your. Pick!

Lilia: *Grins* OOOOOOOOO!

Malleus: *Sighs*

Malleus: *Glares at Jack, his eyes glowing* Have her back before ten!

Jack: I will...

Livia: *Beams and waves to Malleus* Bye Mal Mal!

Malleus: Be careful, Beastie! Look around when you're walking, don't take things from strangers, always say please and thank you and-

Lilia: *Covers Malleus' mouth* Have fun you two~~

Livia: We will!

Malleus: *Frowns, silently sulking*

Lilia: *Chuckles* You've become more of her parent than I have

Malleus: *Huffs* I know....

Lilia: *Laughs* Fret not! She'll be alright

Malleus: ......I hope so..

Malleus: *Frowns then vanishes into thin air*

Lilia: *Sighs* Oh dear, he's gonna stalk them..

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club

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septembersurf · 7 months

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a moment of peace 🤍 ft livia and hadrian from @anathemafiction’s ‘the golden rose’

inspired by this ask

slightly nsfw version under the cut, inspired by my favourite ask of all time:

#the golden rose #tgr #interactive fiction #oc: livia romanus #tgr: hadrian x livia #i love them so much i cant bear it 🥹#my touch starved lil babies. yall gonna be happy in the end if its the last thing i do #me 🤝 alessa 🤝 protecting the two fools in love #dont feel like colouring this one so its gonna stay a sketch methinks #anyhoo! enjoy #septembersdraws #edit: why is tumblr intent on destroying the quality of all my photos im gonna go feral istg

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lammy-art · 1 month

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I drew her wearing Adonis's outfit :D

( OC outfit --> @clover-color )

I drew this three days ago so don't be too confused why I drew and posted it so quickly X3

( Even I knew no one would ask ._.' )

#kindergarten game #kindergarten the game #kindergarten au #kindergarten oc #kindergarten ivy #kindergarten amity #kindergarten aether #kindergarten john #kindergarten livia #art #artwork #my art #my artwork #draw #drawing #ocs #my ocs

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soulfungai · 1 month

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Livia had a dream. Of a girl. This girl was from RSA, she saw her a couple of times. This girl was named Lilin. She was the older twin of Lilis. Both were guards for Aurora, the future king of princes.

Lilin turned to Livia, and asked a question that Livia would gave to answer.

Lilin: “How was your past lives like?”

Taglist : @liviavanrouge , @394091238483

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst nrc #twst rsa #rsa #nrc #twst lilin #twst livia

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ziorre · 1 year

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Commission for @red-nightskies ❤

#commission #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #oc livia #my art

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meerawrites · 7 months

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WODTober 28: Unveiled

Livia of Clan Ventrue.

There's a room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down.

#wodtober #Meera’s WODtober #oc: Livia #meeraedits #vtm ventrue #world of darkness #vampire: the masquerade #vampire the masquerade #keira knightley #meerasmonsters #my edit #bisexual #queer #lgbtq+#queue are more than what people see

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vipsaniasickle · 5 days

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hi Gigi! welcome to the fandom! i would love to hear more about your trio athena, aelia, and achilles and what sort of adventures they get into if you have any ideas to share!

Hi! I'm so glad you like my headcanons!!

For those of you who don't know who Athena, Aelia (ay-lee-uh), and Achilles (uh-kill-eez) are, Athena is Festus Creed and Persephone Price's daughter, Aelia is Felix Ravinstill and Clemensia Dovecote's daughter, and Achilles is Arachne Crane and Livia Cardew's son!

Without further ado, here is my list of some of Athena, Aelia, and Achilles' shenanigans!

When they were babies, they'd play together and babble at each other whenever they see each other.

They got lost in the Presidential Mansion (Aelia's grandpa is the president) once and ended up finding a bunch of rooms the President didn't even know about. They were lost for five hours and Felix & Clemensia, Livia & Arachne, Festus & Persephone, and the President were absoloutely freaking out, but thankfully they knew that their kids were still in the mansion, because they found Aelia's black ribbon and Athena's blue one lying on the floor.

All 3 children find a window, and climbed down, and goes to the mansion's entrance and they find their parents two seconds away from going feral.

In the academy, they're all straight A students, just like their parents, of course, but Aelia and Achilles are extremely competitive. (just like their parents!) So, when Io Jasper and Urban Canville's son got a higher score than Aelia in Math, Aelia almost rips her hair out, and when Dennis Fling and Iphigenia Moss' daughter gets a compliment by the debate teacher and Achilles doesn't, he breaks his pencils <3

Festus may be competitive, but Athena's mom is literally Pippa, I mean she's the sweetest soul ever! So, of course Athena is just like her mom.

Aelia definitely gets Felix's sass and Clemensia's personality, and Achilles gets Arachne's wit and Livia's charm.

Aelia and Achilles are scary. Athena is a cutie patootie who gets mad at them when they kill ants.

Achilles' favorite color is gold, Athena's favorite color is green, and Aelia's favorite color is red.

Aelia's nickname is 'Aelie' (pronounced ay-lee), Achille's nickname is 'Chilles' (pronounced kill-eez), and Athena's nickname is 'Thena'.

Achilles wants to grow up to be a politician, Athena wants to be a doctor, and Aelia wants to be a psychologist.

Once, 15 year old Athena, Aelia, and Achilles babysat Rose Snow (Coryo and Lucy Gray's 8 year old daughter) and they ended up sleeping before she did.

Aelia ends up with Plutarch Heavensbee, Hilarius and Vipsania's son.

Achilles and Athena end up together <3

#arachne crane #livia cardew #persephone price #clemensia dovecote #felix ravinstill #oc #tbosas #hilarius heavensbee #vipsania sickle #io jasper #urban canville #dennis fling #iphigenia moss #headcanons #au #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #plutarch heavensbee #i cant stop thinking about my headcanons

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astrology-bf · 11 days

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May DWC Day 6: Confidence

@daily-writing-challenge

Sequel to DWC Day 5's Prompt: "Complication"

(CW: Violence, Death)

“You look troubled, student." greeted Raya-O-Senna quietly.

Ifan flinched. “Please don’t call me that, Lady Raya-O.” He said with his head bowed. Were it not for all attention being focused on preparations for the impending assault on Castrum Meridianum, the sight of the Warrior of Light standing deferentially before what appeared to be a young girl might have been comical to onlookers, even in spite of the Padjal’s horns and her other symbols of authority.

Raya-O’s expression didn’t change despite Ifan’s attempt at formality, her face set in her usual mask of breezy amusement. “Why not? I don’t recall releasing you from your training.”

“You didn’t, but I've forfeited the right anyway.” Ifan replied.

“Have you?”

Ifan blinked. “...Didn’t you hear what I did? At Cape Westwind?”

“I did.”

The magician hesitantly raised his head, then winced a little at the rather pointed expression Raya-O was giving him. She had a way of looking at him that made him feel utterly transparent. “...Master, I…” He swallowed and lowered his gaze again. “I truly, truly appreciate everything you’ve done for me. Sticking up for me, teaching me, but… I failed you, just like I failed Lalai. I drew aether from the land in anger, and I...” He didn’t finish.

“Hm.” The Padjal hummed and looked off to the side, threading her fingers together behind her back. “Did you feel better, after?” she asked.

There was a pause. “No.”

“Because it wasn’t -her-.” Raya-O didn’t need to refer to Livia by name for Ifan to know of whom she spoke.

“......Yes.”

“And you intend to sin a second time, when you face her.” she suggested with a faintly wry note.

“No!” Ifan exclaimed, looking up at his master. “I… I don’t intend to, I just…”

“Just…?” she asked, eyes flicking to his face.

He winced again, cowed. “...I don’t know if I’m going to be able to control myself. I might give in again.”

“You might not.” she countered with a faint smile.

Ifan went silent at that. The Padjal turned towards to gaze at the sight of the Castrum in the distance, giving Ifan the time he needed to collect his thoughts.

“...Even if I don’t,” he said. “I think it’s fairly clear by now in which direction my soul points. As I said, Master, I appreciate your training, but… It’s ‘Warrior of Light’, not ‘Savior of Light’. War. Fighting. I’ll always just be better at killing people than saving them.”

Raya-O smiled again, still gazing at the Castrum. “I would think one who appreciates my training would remember my lesson regarding a different way of fighting back.”

It took Ifan a moment. Then he closed his eyes for a moment as he let out a breath. “...By healing.”

“Mm.” Raya-O-Senna looked off to the side with that same small smile on her face. Then she turned back to Ifan and raised her right hand towards him. Cupped in her palm was a polished ivory jewel engraved with the sigil of a healer’s cane.

Ifan stared at the soul crystal. His lips parted in shock, and he looked up at Raya-O with a shake of his head. “I can’t accept that. I haven’t earned it!”

“You’ve worked hard and learned well, my dear student.” she said with a fond warmth in her eyes. “Your heart may never lie with nature, but you have more than sufficient skill in the White to wield this. And you will need to wield it to overcome the trials ahead. Besides… I took a blood oath to Nophica to entrust this soul crystal to a worthy successor who truly understands A-Towa-Cant’s legacy.” There was a teasing note in her tone as she echoed Ifan’s words from when they first met.

Ifan shook his head again sharply and took a step back. “I’m not worthy.”

“I believe you are.”

He hissed, closing his eyes and clenching his fists. “...I still have to face her.”

Raya-O stepped towards him. “Ifan, you once asked me what makes you unusual. It’s quite simple: you enjoy using magic to destroy and to kill, but you still restrain yourself and insist on using your power constructively. You not only try to be better, you still fight in others’ defense even knowing that you’ll have to put your soul on the scales every time.” She reached for his wrist and raised his hand, gently pressing the Soul of the White Mage into his grasp. “I simply wish to make sure that, when that happens, your heart is fairly weighted. I know you will have to kill, but there is a difference between doing so to satisfy yourself and doing so because you must. And I have faith that, in spite of all temptation… When you choose to act, it will be for the right reasons.”

—

Ifan watched as Livia sas Junius landed with a crashing thud. The twisted, shattered, and melted wreckage of the platform serving as their arena attested to the ferocity of their clash, as did the sparking and smoking remains of magitek devices scattered around them. Lingering crackles of ianthine levin still arced across the charred plates of Livia’s once-white armor, and the air between her and the head of Ifan’s staff still roiling and reeking of ozone in the wake of his last spell.

A hiss escaped the tribunus. Fighting through the aftershocks, she forced herself to her feet.

"άστραφτε."

The chant had barely grazed her ears before the ray of focused levin struck Livia’s chest with a shattering crackle and a blinding flash of violet. Her cuirass fractured as it impacted the guardrail behind her, the force of Ifan’s magic sufficient to cause the steel beam to buckle and give way. Livia skidded before coming to a landing in the dirt beyond the platform's edge. The tribunus was coughing blood into her helmet as Ifan stepped forward, leering down at her, silhouetted by the light from Castrum Medridianum’s still-blazing ceruleum refinery.

His face was calm beneath a warforged mask of ash-flecked sweat. But his eyes gleamed.

The air whistled as Ifan whipped his staff up and pointed the headpiece at Livia, fixing his attention upon the break in her armor. The lingering sparks in the air stilled before they slowly began to collect in Livia’s proximity, the air around her growing volatile in a nascent coalescence of ambient aether.

He smirked. She’d given him a good fight, and clearly still had the will to continue - but shorn of her technology and strength she was as good as chaff near a flame. Just like Rhitahtyn.

Livia sas Junius. The Witch of Dalmasca. That she was an infamous butcher in his first mentor’s homeland made it all the easier.

“Aether flows through all things, apprentice. To wield aether is to wield the lifeblood of creation. The slightest shift echoes throughout all life, thus is the way of life to spread both kindness and suffering.”

Ifan blinked as the gravelly baritone of Dedelai Totolai's voice echoed in his memory. That lesson…

“Doesn’t that mean we should just use magic to be kind all the time, Master? Why use magic to fight at all?”

“Do you love magic, Ifan?”

“Of course! It’s the best thing in the world!”

“How would someone using magic to torment and kill people make you feel?”

“It’d make me mad. That’s not what magic is for.”

Ifan’s grip tightened on the staff. His jaw clenched, and he inhaled through his nostrils.

“And how would you stop them, then, if not by fighting back with magic?”

“You’re right, I guess. But… Then how do you know when to fight, and when to be kind?”

“My boy… That’s a question you’re going to have to ask yourself every day of your life. That’s what being a mage is. The delight of freely using magic tempered with the duty to use it only when it is worthwhile and useful.”

Ifan’s hand began to shake. The air crackled in an unborn roar as the aether neared the peak of criticality.

“…I hope I’m a good mage.”

“I think you will be a great mage.”

Ifan let out the breath he’d been holding in a pained gasp and released the aether with it. The gathering inferno shimmered into gentle nothingness as he lowered his staff.

“Enough!” he shouted. The sound echoed briefly over the ruins of their arena before being swallowed by the sky. “Enough,” he repeated, taking another breath to still his shaking. “We’re done here.”

Livia managed to find the strength to stand. Her breaths were shallow, wet, and ragged, yet she still gave a mocking laugh. “Lost your nerve, adventurer?”

Ifan remained still. “You’ve lost. I’m not interested in killing you.” he said coolly, not rising to the bait.

“Liar.” she spat.

There was a brief silence.

Ifan grinned. Then he let out a single, short laugh. His head canted to the side with a predatory glint in the blue of his eyes. “True…” It was momentary, however. Ifan took another breath and straightened up, his expression settling. “But I’m not going to let you bastards turn me into a monster by giving in to that urge. I owe it to my mentors to heed the wisdom they’ve entrusted to me. As for the people you’ve murdered? My friends? As much as they must despise you for what you did to them, I know they care about me more than they want revenge. And I value their memory more than your death. It’s done. We’re done.”

His words echoed between them. Neither moved. The delicate features of Livia’s helmet contrasted with the twisted face of rage behind it.

“We… are not… -done-...” she snarled, taking a stumbling step forward. “We aren’t done until one of us lies dead, you filthy savage. You say my death has no value to you? I -defy- you!” Her voice crested to a vicious, frenzied cry. “You -will- remember Livia sas Junius as your victim, or she will be remembered as your killer!”

With the last of her strength, she surged forward and raised one of her gunblade gauntlets at Ifan. The magician inhaled through his nose again, and he raised his weapon as he steeled himself for what had to be done.

Twelve, forgive me.

A thundering crack split the air. Livia’s cry cut out as she stumbled to the side, then forward once more, then fell prone. Blood began to pool beneath her from the crack in her breastplate, the fracture widened in a mangle of spalling. A hand slid forward through the dirt, a bloodied whisper of a name left her lips, then she was gone.

Ifan blinked, frozen in place. Then his head whipped towards the source of the sound, where he saw–

“Cid…!” Ifan gasped. His friend's gaze remained fixed on where the now-dead tribunus lay, face caught in perfect tension between determination and disbelief.

He was still staring at Livia’s motionless body as Ifan approached him once he’d leapt down from the wrecked platform. Only when the magician’s hand grasped his shoulder did Cid take a breath. He blinked. Then he lowered his gunblade, his hand starting to shake now that the moment of crisis had passed. He looked at his friend. “We should… get going, aye? Biggs and Wedge’ll be here soon…” he said, somewhat dazed as he made a poor attempt at putting on a brave face.

Ifan frowned. He squeezed Cid’s shoulder and stepped closer to him. “You didn’t have to do that, Cid. I’d have finished her off…” he said quietly, staring at the Garlean with incredulous concern welling in his eyes.

Cid let out a leaden breath. “I know. But…” He gave Ifan a forced, but still strangely genuine look of confidence. “You know the motto. ‘Freedom Through Technology’. Reckon that covers freeing my friend of taking on more weight than he needs to. Even if it means…” He didn’t finish his sentence, his face instead falling into another thousand-yalm stare. Ifan knew he was thinking about what he’d just done… and who he had yet to face. Who they had yet to face.

The floodlights of the Enterprise came into view as Biggs and Wedge raced to collect them for the second phase of their assault. After a few moments of simply gazing at Cid in quiet appreciation, Ifan drew the technologist into a tight hug that was soon made tighter as the Garlean returned it. Ifan’s eyes stung as he blinked back his tears, not seeing Cid do the same.

Neither man could afford to waver, for the Black Wolf yet awaited.

#maydwc2024 #writing #ffxiv #ffxiv oc #ifan kaleid #raya-o-senna #livia sas junius #cid garlond #cw: violence #cw: death #canon is for printers #this is pretty much of the culmination of his ARR arc honestly #the ending of this fic may or may not have been inspired by My Immortal adjacent humor on discord

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red-nightskies · 1 year

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I've been dead for twenty years, I've been washing the sand with my ghostly tears

#my art #Livia #just livia things #resident evil 8 #resident evil #resident evil heisenberg #resident evil oc #resident evil village #re8 #karl heisenberg #Heisenberg #if you saw me post this before…. no u didn’t

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liviavanrouge · 3 months

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Fathter Daughter Banter

Lilia: It's your wings for me

Livia: It's your shortness for me

Lilia: It's you trying to be stronger than Golden for me

Livia: It's your baggy outfits for me

Lilia: It's you still sleeping with stuffed animals for me....

Livia: It's you thinking your cooking is good for me

Lilia: It's you thinking you'd be as famous as me for me

Livia: It's you thinking I'm not already more famous than you for me

Lilia: it's you trying to be like me for me, trying to dress like me and everything

Livia: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!

Malleus, Silver, Sebek and Kuro: *Stares surprised that ticked her off*

Livia: YOU TELLING EVERYBODY MY BUSINESS!

Lilia: *Laughs* Little Bat! Come back, I'm actually flattered! And I didn't mean what I said about your stuffed animals!

Livia: THAT'S WHY YOU DIDN'T GET TO MARRY MELEANOR

Kuro: *Spits his drink out, covering his mouth*

Vex and Nex: *Snickering quietly from the couch*

Lilia: That girl....she can hit hard sometimes..

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198 @zexal-club @kousaka-ayumu

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felixravinstills · 7 days

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do u have any headcanons of felix ravinstill ? (who doesnt die!!!!!)

like his best friends, who he would marry, his kids, etc. etc.

A lot of people (2 whole people) have been telling me that Felix doesn't die lately, and my uno reverse card to you is that I actually believe that all of Snow's classmates probably die of untimely deaths so... It's not like Felix is getting preferential treatment just because he's my favorite!

Anyway, here's my attempt at walking around the grim reaper shaped elephant in the room:

Okay, in my oc fics (non-oc fic hc stuff in next paragraph), I do have him best friends with Festus and my oc, Artemisia whom he also marries. They have a kid named Diana whose character ranges from grumpy, passive defeatist (probably complicit in lesbian situationship's war crimes), realist trying to be an optimist (who poisons her lesbian situationship for attempting to commit war crimes), and future dictator of Panem (who wants to avenge her lesbian situationship) depending on the fic. Somehow, that last one is the result of a universe where Felix Ravinstill lives, so be careful what you wish for with me!

In my weird attempt to make my oc's canon complaint universe's fate mean something (RIP Artemisia Click dead before her time at age 4 in the tbosas canon according to me), Felix is probably friends with Festus still, but I don't think they become that close until later in the Academy unlike in my other verse.

Instead, Hilarius gets to be friends with Felix, because they can bond over being from very prestigious families. (I headcanon that a Heavensbee is the actual first president of Panem). This probably makes Felix tangentially friends with Pup Harrington and Vipsania Sickle (although they don't hang out as much bc I hc that Vipsania is friends with Livia, and Livia and Felix didn't get along as much as kids). I imagine that all the Academy kids are at least friendly acquaintances/school friends to some degree, so there's that too.

He's also friends with Arachne, because in my mind, everyone loves to talk shit with Arachne. You know you can always go to her to vent. Like, she's definitely also talking shit about you behind your back, but she's not really trying to hide it.

Um, marriage and kids, huh? Wow, it looks like I can't see you past this giant elephant with a scythe that's in the middle of the room. Oh no! It looks like my cursor is creeping towards the "Post now" button!

(In all honesty, having the entire Ravinstill family get absolutely destroyed from the War (that keeps the Districts under the Capitol), assassination attempts either directed at them or the President, or as collateral in Snow's rise to power, speaks to me in showing that all the privilege that the Capitol enjoys within their corrupt system won't protect them in any real way. It compels me, and I can't remove myself from it without forcing Felix to probably endure other horrors to prove this point.)

Anyway, someone else asked for more Felix hcs in another ask, so I have to get to that! Thanks for this ask! Unfortunately, I am an angsty writer

#my fic its still you was truly the monkey's paw curling as I explored a world where felix lives #abyssal stuff #abyssal rambles #ask response #anon asks #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #felix ravinstill #thg series #festus creed #hilarius heavensbee #oc: artemisia click #oc: diana ravinstill #livia cardew #vipsania sickle #pup harrington #arachne crane #headcanons

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