⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ 𝐂͟𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐍͟𝐄͟𝐂͟𝐓͟𝐈͟𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐒͟ 𝐂͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝐋: if you’re interested being connected, please, like this tweet for a dm to plot a connection between our muses. mutuals only. selective.

astrid.⠀ SUNRISE ON THE REAPING WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.

astrid.⠀ this is still open!

astrid.⠀ I lost almost all the storylines / banter I had. So if you want to reply— I might need you to send me your reply.

his face neutral — not sure if that was supposed to be some sort of a joke or what. sighing while handing the stack of papers to Cressida, “Is this supposed to be a script? ” his eyes now on the papers— why is there a script for a rebellion?

An eyebrow rose in her direction. What was she doing in District 7? A curious head tilt sent in her direction before dragging himself into her direction. “Are you okay?”

heyyy, where’s blight nation?

IT SURE IS !

THAT’S HIS DAUGHTER ‼️‼️

astrid.⠀ I cannot take anyone seriously who says ‘peeniss’. I laugh my ass off every time.

astrid.⠀ contemplating if I should make about oc not related to anyone — what are some districts that don’t get written enough?

astrid.⠀ okay— I’m not mad about this one. I can definitely see the vision with this one.

astrid.⠀ uhhh. . . I’m not going to do it. . . I’m just thinking about it.

astrid.⠀ I seriously can’t see anyone else as young blight. Please send help. Must be Chilean— thanks.

astrid.⠀ when ᅠᅠᅠ𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂 / 𝐍ᴵ͟ᑦ͟ᴴ͟ᴼ͟ᴸ͟ᴼ .ᐟ and I big brain.

astrid.⠀ I will answer all replies as soon as I can. Real life just had me swamped.