💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?
This one’s tough because when I scroll through the list of stories I’ve written, they all jump out to me in different ways. I’m going to say you’ve really got a hold on me because writing it felt cathartic. lol it’s the happiest ever after version of Mockingjay I could muster.
I was tagged by @somebirdortheother thank you!🥰❤️❤️❤️
Do you make your bed? - I pull the cover sheets up so that after the cat sleeps on my pillow (as one does) during the day, I don't end up with a head full of cat hair XD When the sheets are fresh, I'm particular, but once they're slept in, not so much.
Favorite number? - Higher than 10 but less than 15 ;D
What’s your job? - Customer service + families + art, if that makes sense.
If you could go back to school, would you? - Eh. Would I go back in time and relive my school years? Probably not, though I'm grateful for the good memories and that it's a part of who I am. I have considered going back to school for a certificate/degree but I can't bring myself to jump in just yet. Mostly because, while I love learning, I did not like being a student. I had a really hard time, emotionally, for the last two years of school to be honest.
(Kids: don't change your major in your last year whilst trying to cram everything in so that you can still graduate on time. -5/10 Do Not Recommend.)
Can you parallel park? - No. I dread driving in general xD I've always said if there were absolutely no other people on the road, I'd be golden.
Do you think aliens are real? - Yes, but I do think it's a question of whether or not we've been visited, and I think the whole 'absence of evidence isn't evidence of absence' is super important to keep in mind. There's also some very, very strange UFO stories- which, for the record, doesn't mean aliens exactly, but Unidentified Flying Objects I would think would be a top priority considering how much that can interfere with/impact our society??
Can you drive a manual car? - Nope.
What’s your guilty pleasure? - Old-school Real Housewives series reunions-- not the season episodes themselves, but them all being crammed into a room together and having the things they gossiped about behind one another's backs played with a live reaction? Fascinating.
Tattoos? - Nope
Favorite color? - Jade and/or aqua, and/or any shade of blue-green.
Do you like puzzles? - I'm not crazy about them, just to pass the time, mostly; I don't always have the most patience for them, to be honest.
Any phobias? - I wouldn't say a phobia per se, but heights, outer space, and deep water are all on my no-gos.
Favorite childhood sport? - I did dance for many years (mostly jazz/modern), cross country & badminton; I think badminton is still my favorite, but I haven't played in a while.
Do you talk to yourself? - Aloud, not very often; internally, it's like a full-on comedy, tragedy, or musical, depending on the hour.
Tagging (if you want to!): @wedriftlikelonelyplanets @mollywog @lord-aldhelm @samwpmarleau @thenameswinter99 and anyone else who feels like playing, consider yourselves tagged<3
i'm going back to my roots and drawing hunger games fanart.
Thank you to @ephemeral-phosphorescence for trusting me with your characters 💜🌎⏳️
Do you have an OC you want drawn? My commissions are wide open!
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I’m obsessed with needy Peeta, he finally feels safe enough to just pull Katniss to him all the time. Bakery isn’t open, he’s going to keep her in bed all day. Tiring day at the bakery, he’s walking in the house right to embracing her. Katniss being scowly but cute, he needs kisses.
i can’t tell who would be more cuddly when they’re in a real relationship because we have peeta on one hand who has loved this girl for so long and wanted nothing more than it to be real, and we have katniss who expresses multiple times throughout the series how much comfort and safety she takes from his physical touch. granted that we probably spend a lot more time discussing katniss being cuddly just because we’re privy to her inner monologue, but peeta getting a chance to be needy and clingy is also top tier.
there are days she plans to get up early to go into the woods, and he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses all over her face and begs her to stay home until she’s laughing and giving in. she really doesn’t need much persuading, but she lets him think she does all the same.
they’re not big on pda because they have the luxury of keeping their romance private post-war, but he’s still always touching her in some way, like a comforting hand in her pocket or arm around her waist, especially in larger crowds where she’s less comfortable. at the bakery when she helps him out and there’s no customers around, he’ll come up behind her and give her the biggest hug just because he can.
haymitch thinks they’re insufferably touchy in their home, and when they have him over for dinner he fake gags his way through the evening because peeta rubs her back while they’re cooking together and holds her hand across the table while they eat. him and buttercup take turns staring into the nonexistent camera like they’re on the office.
and as for him needing kisses… you know damn well katniss ‘he’ll probably be kissing me, anyway’ ‘a cool kiss from the giver himself’ ‘his arms are there to comfort me and eventually his lips’ everdeen is going to give ‘em to him! those two will take any excuse to smooch (and good for them!)
🍁 Hello and welcome back to my second ever commission raffle! The art above was won last round by @mollywog , but now it could be your turn ✨️
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By popular request, here is a sizable slice of the scotch pearls cake for all my valentines! This may be a bit verbose and quickly edited, but among forgivable sins, I suspect that is high on the list. This one shot is based on the end of Outlander episode eleven, “The Devil’s Mark” in which Claire is accused of witchcraft, tells Jamie that she’s from the future, and he decides to take her to a place where she can get back to her time … if she chooses. Enjoy!
Since the age of sixteen, I’ve been used to riding across the country at grueling speeds, in any weather, with nary a short rest for many days, but whether because of the chaos at Crainsmuir, or the shock of discovering my husband came to me through the mists of time, by nightfall on our third day of travel, I am tired to my bones.
Peeta must be as weary as I am, and probably more, with his back still raw and striped with angry lashes, but he swings down from the horse and reaches up to help me down, ever a gentleman, though his brow creases in a wince as he raises his arms.
“I can do it,” I say, touching his shoulder to make him step back. “You’re wounded, mo chridhe.”
“I can bear it,” he says. The faint hint of a smile touches his lips. “You’re a regular Doctor Everdeen, Katniss. My back feels brand new.”
“A doctor?” I ask, as I get down from the saddle on somewhat wobbly legs and turn to unpack Lady, patting the mare’s neck with pride. She ran like a destrier today. She’ll deserve all the oat mash we can muster at Lallybroch. “Are women doctors where you come from?”
“Nurses,” Peeta says. “War nurses, some of them as good as doctors.”
“I only have my mother’s skills,” I confess, “and then only by half.”
He touches my face, tucking a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear. It’s odd, to feel so protected by this man, when I’ve spent my entire life protecting myself, when, as it turns out, he knows a pittance about the world I was born into, but I do. I feel safe beside him. Above him. Beneath him. In his arms, anywhere, be it in the sparse luxury of our bed, or here on the wild moors, under the stormy skies.
I reach for his hand, stronger and larger than mine, but calloused alike, and bring it to my lips, breathe in his scent. I want him to understand that I am here for him, that I believe him, unbelievable as his story is, that I’ll care for him, however I can.
And I know now how I can care for him best. Even though it may kill me.
Katniss Everdeen 🏹🍃
I made an art tag! #abbydrawsthg
Nursery Rhyme Moodboards // Hickory Dickory Dock
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock.
If it so inspires you…
Q– Quit smiling at me like that, what do you know?
I cannot for the life of me remember what prompt list this was from adlfhgbadfg. I'm sorry this took so long @mollywog !
She isn't subtle. She isn't subtle, and it shouldn't come as a surprise. But her wanting to burst with whatever had come from drinks with Katniss, Madge, and Johanna should hardly surprise him, after all of these years.
Finnick reaches out and places a hand on his wife's bouncing knee. She looks up from her book, then, blinking owlishly before that curious grin reappears.
"So," Annie clears her throat. She shifts on the couch, tucking her bare feet against his thigh and nudging their knees against each other.
"So," Finnick parrots. "How was brunch?"
"Good."
She's grinning again, and he arches a brow.
"Quit smiling at me like that, what do you know?"
"Oh, nothing," she says airily, bringing her book up to hide her face.
Finnick laughs, sliding his hands up her thighs, squeezing in just the way that always makes her wriggle.
"I am reading," she says primly.
"Bullshit," he sing-sings. "You're holding blackmail and-or nuclear codes."
She peeks over the book, and he can see the smile carry in her eyes.
"What?"
"How do you feel about being a godfather?"
Godfather? Well, Finnick is an uncle to his sister's children, and to Annie's nephew; and their own son, Nicky, is at the stage where he is too cool for them, but godfather? Finnick is thrown for a loop, mental calculations adding up to one particular conclusion.
"Katniss and Peeta?!"
Annie drops the book to her chest, beaming.
"About time."
She smacks his arm.
"I only mean, they've been talking about it for, what, five years?"
"You can't rush someone else's biological clock," Annie says firmly.
"Yes, dear," Finnick leans in, pecking a kiss to her cheek. "But I am glad we got the baby stages over with, aren't you?"
Her sea-green eyes narrow, and he knows he's made a misstep somewhere.
"What?"
"You do know that godfathers still have to change nappies."
"Oh, fuck."
Her arms cross her chest. "And watch their mouths."
His lips slip into a smirk. "Is there something better I should do with my mouth?"
Annie hums. "Several things, in fact."
And if Finnick has to act surprised, and like his wife is not, in fact, a terrible secret-keeper, well, what's one white lie for his lovely wife?
Never have I ever everlark on the prairie
Sooooo I’m just gonna summarize this one because in just a few minutes of thinking about it I came up with intricate backstories and am just… nope. I do not need another WIP, especially not an historical AU where I’d fall down a deep rabbit hole of Research! 🧐 lmao I’ll probably wind up saving this in a doc and thinking about it too much anyway
Thanks for the ask, Anon.
❤️ kdnfb
Peeta married young, to the pretty girl on a neighboring farm in Ohio. They had twin daughters and a few happy years of marriage before a string of bad winters and failed crops end with his leg permanently injured, and his wife being pregnant and ill. She and their third child both die during childbirth. Devastated and financially strapped, Peeta packs up his girls and moves out west, to a small mining town where he’s one of the few farmers. He grows wheat and also does work as a blacksmith for his neighbors because the town blacksmith is usually overwhelmed working for the mines. That way, Peeta’s not solely dependent on crops for income.
Katniss the daughter of a Tejano miner and a Boston girl who fell in love with him while she was in Texas with her father for a year. They eloped to the more northern prairies and raised two daughters nearly to adulthood before he died in the mines. Katniss’s mother never officially went to medical school, but she works as a midwife and doctor, and everyone in town calls her Doctor. In an attempt to heal the breach caused when Mrs E eloped, her family back east offers to help put both girls through school, and Katniss returns west after graduating to become the school teacher.
Katniss meets Peeta when her stagecoach breaks down on the road along the boarder of his farm. He fixes it, and offers food to the travelers, which Katniss finds endearing since he looks like he could use a couple dollars extra, a bath, a shave, and a new shirt. She’s already curious about the kind farmer she met when she sees him again a few days later, dropping his twin daughters off for school before he heads into town for supplies.
She’s smitten within weeks but tries not to show it because she doesn’t want to have a reputation. What would the parents of her students think if she started shamelessly flirting and throwing herself at Peeta Mellark?
Peeta’s daughters suspect their Papa might be sweet on their teacher when he keeps getting tongue tied around her. They absolutely 💯 get in trouble just so that Ms Everdeen has to talk to their papa as often as possible.
Peeta is embarrassed, thinking Ms Everdeen will believe he’s an awful father, but he’s really not. Also, she doesn’t think that at all. She thinks his daughters are just desperate for motherly attention.
Primrose comes home after medical school, takes one look at them together and asks when is the wedding.
It’s about four weeks after the first time they kiss. And that’s only so her cousin Gale can be present to give her away.
a family of bakers, hunters, and everything in between.
I don't pay any attention to AO3 stats. While I know it can be helpful to some, I always write for me. However, I did check it and you guys...
Seriously?!??!
I had no realized my word count...
But people cared enough about my silly little fics. Fics I write for me, but others have chosen to follow.
Thank you to anyone who has ever subscribed to my works.
Okay so….. my silly ass signed up for an ao3 challenge without having an ao3 account. Anyway. Here’s my submission for TWHHA challenge by @promptseverlark
I chose to do district 10 Katniss! Mostly because I love mounted archers
commissions open!
“district photo”
