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Ruth’s new dress is done!! I like how it turned out. I think I’m gonna make an apron to go with it too.
Thank you for all your Everlark art. The one of Buttercup snoozing in front of signs of Peeta and Katniss' life together is one of my rotating desktop images and it brings me such, such joy every time it comes up.
Thank you for enjoying it! That particular piece is still something I'm really proud of and it gives me the warm and squishies something powerful whenever I see it getting attention
And just in general it's fantastic seeing how much enthusiasm and support there is for creative work in the fandom, whether it's art, fics, or analysis. There's a lotta love going around, and it's just really cool and inspiring :)
#forever grateful for the love#it's had such a positive impact on my own artistic growth#like the jump in quality the second i stepped foot into thg is insane#and also it's just nice to not feel like a weirdo for hyperfixating on a ya series written almost twenty years ago#i mean i'm still a weirdo#but i'm not alone#rambles
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highlights of violent peeta moments/kills since y'all seem to think being physically violent makes you worthy of being a victor:
- He kills the girl from District 8
- He's allied with the careers and took a beating at the cornucopia, leading me to believe some of those 11 kills at the cornucopia were his too.
- The career alliance was developed DURING the game according to Haymitch, meaning he likely had to prove himself at the cornucopia or die, ergo he likely did kill quite a few people.
- He's handy with a knife- even by career standards
- He was going to kill again to defend Katniss and only lowered his spear when he saw it was her after the tracker jacker scene
- He fends off Cato after getting stung FOUR times by tracker jackers (more than katniss was), takes a sword to the thigh, right next to a major artery, and STILL manages to outrun Cato, camouflage himself and hide.
- He kills Foxface (which wasn't violent per se, but this adds to his list)
- Peeta wrestles Cato on top of the cornucopia with a freshly slashed leg and still manages to end up in only a headlock
- It's Peeta's idea to shoot Cato's hand, which he marks with a "X" in his own blood
- He volunteers, you know, like a career in the 75th games
- He helps to fend off the horde of monkeys with the knife he's skilled with, close range combat vs. long range of katniss's arrows
- Peeta kills Brutus, one of the favorites to win the 75th games, likely while trying to defend Chaff (Wonder if this was for Haymitch's sake?)
- He launches a man trying to pin him to the ground down the block with just his legs, including the prosthetic at this point.
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Arranged marriage
“They said you’re my wife,” says the boy strapped to the bed.
“I told them that, for your immunity. Confirmed it. Or whatever. They had me sign the paperwork. Make it official.”
He considers his own pale, bruised knuckles. “Smart,” he finally assesses. “Thank you.”
“They said you’re aggressive,” she says, shifting her weight, aware that they are monitoring this interaction closely. “You don’t seem aggressive to me.”
Peeta makes a noise in his throat, something between a cough and an agitated groan. “No one will tell me anything. Not even what happened to me. I mean, I know I was tortured.” He gives an acerbic laugh that makes him wince. Ribs, probably. “I think they were experimenting on me. Needles.” His eyes go out of focus for a moment, then he stirs. “I don’t like doctors,” he says. “When I woke up, I guess I lashed out.”
Then that’s why she wasn’t allowed to visit him at first. Was the reasoning that he’d be a danger to her, or that she’d break down, seeing him as he is now: skeletal, battered, with a cold, brittle edge to his voice?
“And now?” she says, taking a step closer. “That you’ve been awake?”
He shakes his head. His mouth trembles. “I still don’t know what to think. I’m not a threat. Not to you. But it’s all the same. The Capitol. Thirteen. Beds. Restraints. Even the lights are the same. You’re the same. The same as when I dream of you — and I — ”
Katniss moves on instinct, climbing into the hospital bed, straddling his waist, and fumbling to undo the restraints. He stares up at her, his mouth parting in shock. She knows people are probably panicking behind the observation glass, but she doesn’t care. Haymitch can do damage control. He owes her that.
“It’s not all the same,” she says, freeing Peeta’s wrists, trying to ignore the pinprick scars all up and down his skin. “I’m here.” She wraps herself around him as the door opens and doctors come in, her arms around his welted back and her legs pinning him beneath her.
Peeta makes a pitiful sound, like a small boy frightened of a storm. “Katniss.” It’s like he’s just realized she’s real. His arms lock around her like a vise.
“Miss Everdeen,” comes the chastisement. “You can’t — ”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do with my own husband,” she snaps. “He’s fine. He’s safe.”
And later, they will have to untangle the safety net of lies they’ve woven to protect each other, but it’s enough for now that, after some dithering and checking of vitals, someone tells her, “Okay, Mrs. Mellark” and leaves them in peace.
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Sri Lanka Red-backed Flameback (Dinopium psarodes), female, EAT A TASTY COCONUT!!!family Picidae, order Piciformes, Sri Lanka
photograph by Lahiru Prabudda Fernando
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モンハンにキーウィいるの？と見てたら
スッ…と足が伸びてびっくりした
（フワフワクイナとおっしゃるらしい）
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19 or 36 please 🥺
(for the spots to kiss thing)
something you must understand about me is that I only have two settings; sensual fluff ... and Peeta angst
19 - a kiss on the neck
“Show me,” he says, taking her hands in his. “What I did. Where I put them.”
Her brow furrows in pity and hesitancy. “Peeta, I don’t know …”
“I need to know,” he says. “Please.”
She takes a deep breath, and her eyes are already shimmering with tears, not for herself, for him. Oh so gently, oh so tremulously, she brings her hands to his throat, lightly resting them against his skin. His Adam’s apple bobs beneath her thumbs. So this is what he did: put his hands to the most vulnerable part of her and tried to crack the breath out of her forever. She must see the sob rising in his chest, or maybe she feels it beneath her hands, because she rises just as quickly on tiptoes and kisses his neck.
“Don’t,” she says, and she doesn’t stop kissing him: his neck, his throat, his jaw. “Don’t. It wasn’t you.”
“But it was me,” he says. “It might not have been my mind, but it was my hands.”
“Then I forgive your hands,” she says, kissing them too. “They are forgiven, and you are forgiven, you are always forgiven.”
He slumps forward against her, burying his face against her shoulder, his lips brushing the place he once unknowingly savaged. Katniss wraps her arms around him tightly. “I forgave you the moment after it happened, Peeta. I forgave you. I forgive you.”
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lord of the wings ✨