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Peeta is always open to drawing or painting anything for Katniss and she's frequently taken him up on it. It's usually not that difficult for him, he loves the chance to paint, to refine his skills. Katniss loves having not only a reminder of certain memories but also a physical representation of Peeta's enduring and almost quiet love for her. And it's easy. Natural. That is until Katniss looks at Peeta one day and asks, "Would you do a self-portrait for me?"

That's hard for him. The sketches are never quite right, the colors are off. Katniss doesn't ever nitpick at his paintings, and she isn't being unkind or anything, but she always looks at the drafts with an uncertain expression only to say, "Somethings not right, Peeta."

Peeta gets frustrated. Why can't he just do this painting? He asks Katniss what is off about the sketches, and it's always a thousand little things. His eyes aren't that severe. He's supposed to have freckles there. His mouth is softer in real life. His hair doesn't curl like that. His expression is off. He can never seem to get it right. What is it about this painting?

They're lying on the couch one day when Katniss says, "Maybe you just can't see yourself the way I do."

That makes him curious. How does she see him? They start trying to figure that out. He says that she should describe his face to him as if he were a plant for the book, and maybe they could arrive somewhere accurate.

Katniss finds it a little funny, even odd, he's himself. He has to be more familiar with his own face than she is, but she humors him. They sit down in his studio together and begin.

It becomes an exercise in getting to know her, somehow, on a level that he hadn't explored before. She spends a long time talking about the shape of his eyes, the fan of his eyelashes, and the color of his irises. Her cheeks stain with embarrassment, and his heart knocks against his ribs, trying to escape, maybe even trying to reach out to her.

She has something to say about details he'd never even thought of before. The angle of his chin, the exact colour of his hair. She has descriptions that don't make much sense to him too. His smile is like spring and his scars are like marigolds. When given time, Katniss ends up arranging a whole bouquet of wildflowers with her descriptions.

He loves her. He already knew that. Heck, people on the other side of the country already knew that, but he'd had no idea, somehow, he still had no idea the depth of Katniss's devotion. It's beautiful and seemingly never-ending and it fills his own heart with joy.

They create the portrait together, after many hours spent alone. It's a painting of his own face, yet, it holds a deep intimacy and he can't seem to look at it without smiling and blushing like a fool. He doesn't think of it as his, even if it's a painting of himself, the painting is wholly Katniss's. He presents it to her when he's finished and Katniss smiles warmly, looking down at it with such affection. She hangs it in the hall, near the bench where she keeps her arrows so she can look at it when she leaves every morning and when she comes back home. That part of the house is very private, he doesn't even really go there that often, so it feels special. To know that Katniss wanted to bring him there with her, in her own way.

#sweet baby angels #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #the hunger games

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Humiliation Kink is a name you’d see in a family tree from 1640s Massachusetts

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Send Nudes ~ Revealed

Alright you thirsty wenches. About two months ago, I wrote and posted a silly little drabble in response to an ask about Everlark and sending nudes but didn't say which of my stories the drabble came from. Well, turns out that was an opening for me to play myself into writing a bunch of drabbles from almost all of my au's (because you all are TERRIBLE PEOPLE who kept guessing incorrectly on purpose) wherein either Katniss or Peeta asks the other one to send nudes... I promised to post an expanded version of the drabble that started it all and reveal which universe it belongs to, and then I never did.

Oops.

Well I am here to deliver (finally). Here is the original thread with all of the pieces attached. I do plan on posting these to ao3 in the coming days, along with a backlog of other pieces I've neglected to cross post. The expanded version is below the cut. But first, I have to tag a few people. @distractionsfromthefood!! For guessing correctly on the first try, although I'm still not convinced you weren't just naming a story no one else had guessed yet... @missmoony and @triassictriserratops for handing in multiple guesses to include the correct one at some point, and definitely getting yourselves on my shit list for all the wrong ones. ;) (I tease. This was a lot of fun). @everdares and @bellairestrella for being game to play along as well. And my eternal thanks to my beta and friend, buttercupbadass, for gleefully plotting along with me as I wrote each one. And now...

Send Nudes ~ ...

~ Outside Chance Edition

The chiming of my phone interrupts my music. I should’ve gone to bed a few hours ago, but I wanted to be awake and ready to answer Katniss when she wakes up in Europe. She’s got a race today, but her mother’s birthday was two days ago. It’s been hitting her hard this year.

Ugh time zones. Are you still awake?

I try not to smile, hearing her groggy, pissed off tone in my head. There’s still a twinge of wistful longing in my chest, though. Thinking about all the mornings she’s grumbled at her alarm and rolled back over into my arms for a few more minutes of cuddling before one of us has to get up for real.

Yep. Stayed up late working.And just in case you wanted to talk when you woke up.

I want to talk about how inhumane my alarm is.

You set it.

😝

She sends me a tongue sticking out emoji and I laugh slightly.

I hit snooze. When I wake up again, you should be in bed.

What are you gonna do to me if I’m not?

It might be pushing her too much, sending her suggestive texts. But if she’s not feeling it, it’ll be clear pretty quick. It takes her a second to respond, so I get myself to a stopping point in my task.

So there was girl talk last night over dinner. Bristel had one two many drinks and gave us a lengthy lecture on the merits of orgasm denial. 

I stare at the screen, hoping she’s got more to say about this.

And?

I poke after a minute with no ellipses showing up.

Nothing. The idea just… intrigued me.

Is that a threat?

😇

An angel face emoji is my only answer. I’d never figured Katniss for an emoji type of person before, but lately she’s started using them prolifically. I’m blaming Finnick for her new obsession. But I’m also not complaining. It’s kinda cute, seeing her use such a lighthearted means of expressing her thoughts.

As much as I fucking love it when Katniss edges me, though, I’m not sure I could handle it if she straight up denied me at the end. Besides, I really should've gone to bed hours ago. I turn off my music and clean up my workspace in the locker before hurrying home. I have no idea how long she’s set her snooze for, but I text her as soon as I’m inside our cabin.

Alright. I’m in bed.

I’ve hit snooze two more times. Prepare to be denied.

We’ll see. I’ve been told by a reliable source that I make the sexiest noises ever when I come. So really, you’d just be denying yourself.

I’m willing to bet you’d make a whole different kind of sexy sounds if I denied you right when you were close.

That’s supposed to be motivation for me to sleep???

I grin at her taunts while I strip down to my shorts and tshirt, brush my teeth, and get my prosthetic off while I wait for her to respond. I’ve just managed to slip beneath the covers with a relieved sigh when my phone chimes again.

Missed you last night

Didn’t sleep too well without you here

The change in tone throws me. Not that she’s never serious or lovey dovey like this over text, but we both know that the last thing she needs right before a race is to sink into sentimentality. Sometimes it works to motivate her, like it did at the Olympics, but other times it just gets her stuck in her head. And I’m gambling, but I’m pretty sure that her mother’s birthday a few days ago means that this is one of those times she’ll get stuck in her head.

Well, I hope she doesn’t get pissed, I think as I tap out a snarky response and send it.

You missed me? That’s so cute.

Rude. I tell you I didn’t sleep well and you call me cute?

Alright, she’s not yelling at me yet so that’s a good sign. I keep going with the teasing.

Can’t help it. You’re cute when you scowl at me.

Am not. I’m ferocious.

Bet you’re scowling right now.

AM NOT!!!

I laugh at her all caps, knowing that she’s not really mad when she uses them. If she were truly mad, she’d be giving me the cold shoulder. So I push her further, my smile widening with each successive teasing text we send.

Prove it. Send a pic of you wearing a smile. A real one.

And nothing else.

Did you just ask me to send you a nude selfie?!

Well I can’t ask you to wear nothing but me right now, which is my favorite, in case you were wondering, so I figure a smile is second best.

You are unbelievable 

Unbelievably in love with you 😘 

She doesn’t answer right away. I picture her in bed, her braid still disheveled from sleep. She’ll have to rebraid it before her race, but she usually sets her alarm so early on days when she’s got an event that even with three hits of the snooze button, she probably still has time to lounge in bed awhile longer, shower, eat, rub one out… and taunt me with a few texts about how she rubbed one out.

Speaking of…

I shift in bed, wondering if she’ll be texting back soon or if I should go ahead and get started on dealing with the hard on I developed while we’ve been texting. If I don’t, it’ll be that much harder to fall asleep, and I’ve already left myself precious few hours before I have to be up again and back at the lodge. 

My phone chimes then, making my decision for me.

You don’t think I’ll do it.

If only I could see her face right now, I think longingly. The stubborn set of her chin and the challenging scowl in her eyes. The look she had on her face right before we made love the first time, and countless times since. Not helping me calm down at all.

I mean… I know how you are when we’re in bed. 🥵 😜 😏 But sending a picture of yourself? 🫣 

Reaching behind me, I yank my shirt up over my head, dropping it on the floor beside the bed. I fluff my pillow and settle back against it more comfortably. My phone vibrates in my hand, the notification sound muffled under the covers. When I pull it back out, I inhale so fast it hurts my lungs.

*Image Attached*

I stare at the thumbnail on my screen, my smile fading. She sent that awfully fast. I didn’t think she’d actually do it. She must’ve had it ready or... or it’s a joke picture. I swallow then, imagining her using that break in our texting to pose and take a few shots, decide which one she actually liked enough to send.

I flex my fingers and take a deep breath, preparing myself to be floored by how fucking beautiful she is, because she never fails to take my breath away, before I open the picture fully. 

The groan I let out is involuntary. But necessary.

She’s laying on her side in bed, her braided hair mussed up exactly as I’d been picturing it. One arm draped casually over her hip, holding a sheet in just the right spot so I can see the shadow at the juncture of her thighs that’s her hair more than I can see the thatch itself. I stare too long at her belly, thinking of all the hours I’ve spent kissing her there, tickling her, teasing her in all the secret sensitive places on her skin while she couldn’t decide if she wants my mouth on her breasts or between her legs more.

And while we’re on the topic of her breasts, they’re bare. Her braid draped over her shoulder just dips between them. I stare for way too long at them, salivating with memories before dragging my eyes up to her face. She’s staring at her phone, more smirking than smiling. As though she’s saying Ha! Proved you wrong. 

The picture makes it clear that whatever hotel room she’s in, there’s a mirror adjacent to the bed. And I know that I’ll be picturing myself behind her, making love to her and watching her expressions in that mirror, as soon as we’re done with this conversation. I wonder what the fastest flight to Sweden is.

Katniss… fuck.

Where’s mine?

I swallow and work my shorts down my hips. I don’t have a mirror easily accessible to get all of me in one picture. Sooooo… Face or dick? 

She set the tone with those comments about orgasm denial, but I still blush a little as I angle my phone to frame my cock in what I hope is a flattering pose, looking down my chest while I hold myself up for her to see just how turned on I am right now. I give myself one slow stroke, pushing out another soft moan from my throat. But it gets the effect I want. Just enough precum clinging to my head to be obvious. 

It’s probably ridiculous, trying to make a dick pic artistic, but I work the filters until the lighting is closer to the actual soft glow of the lamps in the room. Yeah, that’s not bad, I think.

Before I can overthink it, I caption the picture and send it.

All. Yours. 🍆

Unfair, Peeta. You know how I feel about plump eggplants.

I laugh slightly at her double entendre. Eggplants are literally one of her favorite foods, but right before she left, Katniss went through a few weeks of what I’d call a cock sucking kink. At one point, we were both in the gym, I was working arms and she’d been working legs. In between one of my sets, she’d sent me a text that simply said: 🍆 💦 😋 NOW.

I’m grinning, remembering that day as I answer her.

I’ll make sure it’s ready and waiting for you when you get home, my love. 

And then an idea strikes me. I roll onto my side and extend my arm up and out, shifting until I can get most of my body in the frame. I snap the picture and send it to her.

All of me will be ready and waiting for you. ❤️ 

I love you. 💋 

I love you, too. 🧡❤️💚

She goes quiet after that and I know it’s probably because she’s getting out of bed and ready for her day. So I bring up the picture of her again and wrap my fingers around myself, losing my thoughts into imagining us together, not even trying to contain my moans beyond biting my pillow once. At the last second, I drop my phone and snatch my discarded shirt off the floor, spill my cum inside the balled up fabric. It’s a poor substitute for Katniss’s warmth, the fabric dry and rough against my skin, compared to her velvety wet heat, but I don’t want to make a huge mess when I’m about to go to sleep.

When I’m done, I check my phone one last time for any messages from her. Nothing yet, so I take one last picture of myself in the aftermath to send later, after her race. Then I toss aside my soiled shirt, flip off the lights, grab her pillow and hug it tightly to my chest. Close my eyes. Sleep is quick to find me.

And my alarm feels even quicker. I grope around on the nightstand to silence it, squinting at the screen. Nothing from Katniss. But she’s probably still dealing with her after race activities. I drag myself from the bed and into the shower, yawning and turning the water to as hot as I can stand it. It’s not until I’m about to head out the door that my phone chimes again.

So I lied to every sports reporter in Sweden today.

Oh?

I gave them some bullshit answer about months of hard training being the reason I put up a career record time today.

I wait, holding my breath and watching the ellipses as she types more.

Didn’t think they’d want to know about my boyfriend sending me panty soaking nudes of himself. Or that I couldn’t get those pictures out of my mind all day.

Really the reason I skied like that was because I wanted to keep skiing right back to my room so I could finally have a moment to myself with said nudes.

Her words put the biggest grin on my face. And I bring up the last picture of me from last night.

I send it with the caption:

Wouldn’t know that feeling. I didn’t have to deny myself.

Oh sure. Rub it in.

Nah. I rubbed it out. 😜 

I like this idea of orgasm denial, tho. We should try it more often.

I’m also thinking about putting a mirror on our wall, next to our bed. Kinda like the one you have in your hotel right now.

She doesn’t answer for a moment, and I’m already halfway to the lodge when she does. But it’s worth the wait.

You ass. Now I’m going to need another shower.

Yeah I’m not gonna apologize for that.

***

A/N: Katniss thanks him later for helping distract her from her thoughts and sorrows, when she’s got time to talk to Peeta about how she’s feeling and he can hold her, comfort her.... and then distract her some more.

#sooo i went back and read the ENTIRE thread #no regrets #that was hysterical #and hot 👀 #thg #thg smut #nudes

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Can you imagine if the THG movies actually stuck to the books?

People would have walked out of the theatres absolutely shell shocked

#facts #like by the end of the first book both kids are supposed to be emaciated dirty and injured #the body horror alone 😭

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Witchy Wednesday tomorrow

#thrilling news honestly #thg #spellbound things

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If you can’t think of anything to say about a fic, writers also like to know:

- what time it is

- how long you’ve been reading

- how many chapters you’ve covered in the last 24 hours

- what you were late for because you were reading

- the woeful few hours you have left to sleep

- the emotional outbreaks you’re experiencing

- the inappropriate place you’re having said outbreak

- the general public’s reaction to your outbreak

- how much phone battery you have left

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Katniss Everdeen ❤️‍🩹🌼 I hadn’t drawn her in so many years!! my babygirl since I was 13/14 i love her sm!!

#love #katniss everdeen #thg fanart

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🍊 The Orange by Wendy Cope

🌅 Illustrated by Peeta Mellark

#no bc this is perfect #thg #thg fanart #peeta #katniss #toastbabies #post canon

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The Comment Feast IS LIVE NOW!!!

Here is the link to the collection!

Who can leave the most comments? Engage with the fics to be highlighted on the blog! This blog will be tracking who makes the most meaningful comments on these fics and shine a spotlight on comments to highlight how important engagement is to keep a community-especially a fanfiction community-alive!

Here is the timeline for those interested as a side note!

#so excited to read everyone else's stories #thg #thgcommentfeast #thgcommentfeastmay24

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imagining Katniss dropping the baby bomb instead of Peeta is actually so funny. Not only would no one believe her, but everyone would know she was a raging virgin with a strong suppressed desire for Peeta Mellark:

"Oh yeah. We did it. Aaaall night long. We were... knocking boots. We did it, a lot! So much! It was awesome. And hot and raw and tender. That's right. I'm soooo pregnant. Pregnant! With twins! Triplets! So many babies, because we did it so much. I'm so satisfied, but also... also not. 'Cause, oh no, we're going to die! So you need to stop this! So I can have more babies, and we can do it. More. A lot. So much."

"And that's all the time we have. Give it up for Kat--"

"So pregnant! Pregnant!"

"Okay, we understood Kat--"

"Because we did it! All over the place! Even on the floor!"

"Can we cut to commercial?"

#katniss everdeen #the hunger games #does this count as an #incorrect quotes #? #idk it js made me giggle

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happy birthday, katniss everdeen, my beautiful, healing warrior! may your life remain as gentle as his love for you has always been.

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i would argue that one of katniss's greatest fears is being abandoned. left alone to deal with the cruelty of the world alone. 

when she finally considers that she and peeta might be able to make it back home, she considers what her life post-hunger games would look like. her thoughts immediately turn to haymitch. all alone. no one to care for him (thg, 311).

her mind is racked with the fear of becoming that way until she verbally calms herself through the reminder that she won't be alone. she will have prim and her mother (thg, 311). but, as katniss hypothesizes further into her future,  she realizes that they might not stay with her forever. with her mother dead. and prim married, away with a new family. leaving her forgotten. and utterly alone (thg, 311).

but as katniss is consumed with these thoughts, the sun rises and illuminates peeta, forcing her attention to him. yet, as katniss thinks about her future with her dandelion in the spring, all she can think about is how they will be friends, good friends (thg, 312). it never even crossed her mind to consider that he could leave her too. because he can't leave her. he just can't.

and when katniss is forced to recognize that he is going to die for her so that she can return the lone victor, she desperately tries to figure a way out of it. because no matter what he wants, he can't "leave [her] there alone" (thg, 343). and so he doesn't. and they leave as two victors.

this same fear of solitude follows katniss into catching fire. especially after gale decides to abandon katniss (and her plan to flee district twelve) in order to join the rebellion. because that night, after everything, katniss holds peeta's hand to her cheek and tries to confirm if he too will leave her. will he leave her for loftier plans or stay with her? and of course, he confirms his resolve to stay with her. always (cf, 46; mj, 187). 

but at the end of everything, her worst fear seems to come true. her sister dead. her mother fleeing. her best friend gone.

with only a daily visit from an assumed government-employed family friend to keep her company, katniss everdeen is left utterly alone (mj, 323).

that is, until peeta comes back. with the turn of the seasons. his arms full of primroses to remember a little girl. ready to remind katniss of the beauty existing in their broken world.

because he came back for her. because he heard her desperate plea in the 74th games. the one ingrained in every 'stay with me' and 'i need you' that followed. because he wasn't going to leave her to deal with the cruelty of the world alone. 

he promised he wasn't going to leave her. and he never did.

#stop #it acc makes me sick #how much they lve and need each other #katniss #peeta #everlark #thg

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I think something that truly shows Katniss’s character growth is her reaction to death

She says in THG that she used to double over in pain, wondering where her father has gone. In mockingjay, she collapses with Buttercup because she knows where Prim is.

Her father’s death gave her the ability to kill - it gives her the strength to hunt, both animals and people. Prim’s death gives her empathy for life as she cares for the cat she once tried to drown.

I think Prim’s death also shows what she is at her core - a caregiver. Prim kept her going after her father died since she had someone to look after - she only starts to properly process her feelings once she has Buttercup (named after another small yellow flower) to care for.

And that is Katniss’s problem. All throughout the series, she never lives for herself, only to care for others. And if that keeps her going, it’s enough. But I like to imagine that perhaps she learns to care and live for herself after the war.

#dont make me cry op #it's only thursday #thg #katniss everdeen

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in almost every other children's book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she's shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like

#alice in wonderland #whimsical

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not to be controversial bc I know this is like…not in line with shifting opinions on fanfic comment culture but if there’s a glaring typo in my work I will NOT be offended by pointing it out. if ao3 fucks up the formatting…I will also not be offended by having this pointed out…

‘looking forward to the next update’ and ‘I hope you update soon!’ are different vibes than a demand, and should be read in good faith because a reader is finding their way to tell you how much they love it. I will not be mad at this.

‘I don’t usually like this ship but this fic made me feel something’ is also incredibly high praise. I’m not going to get mad at this.

even ‘I love this fic but I’m curious about why you made [x] choice’ is just another way a reader is engaging in and putting thought into your work.

I just feel like a lot of authors take any comment that’s not perfectly articulated glowing praise in the exact manner they’re hoping to receive it in bad faith.

fic engagement has been dropping across the board over the last several years, and yes it’s frustrating but it isn’t as though I can’t see how it happens. comment anxiety can be a real thing. the last thing anyone wants to do is offend an author they love, and that means sometimes people default to silence.

idk where I’m going with this I guess aside from saying unless a comment is outright attacking me I’m never going to get mad at it, and I think a lot of authors should feel the same way. ESPECIALLY TYPOS PLZ GOD POINT OUT MY TYPOS.

#comments #ao3 #please comment #i try very hard to reply in a reasonable amount of time

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I find it SO funny the way it feels like being an everlark fan is the same as being anti Gale.

As if Everlark happening isn't the BEST for Gale. As if Gale avoiding being with someone who very clearly isn't in love with him isn't the greatest thing for him. As if him being able to have a position where he is perfectly placed to help others (the thing he's wanted since chapter one, book one) isn't an amazing conclusion for him.

I, as both an everlark and Gale Stan, can confidently say there is NOTHING anti Gale about the ending we got.

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Every time AO3 makes an update, there’s a chorus of ‘and can we please please please be able to leave kudos on each chapter pleeeeease?!?!’

In theory, this is a nice idea. We’ve all smashed the kudos button on our favourite fics, bemoaning the fact we can’t give them all the love.

But ya’ll, kudos per chapter would absolutely fucking suck.

For readers, it would suck because it would compound the existing problem of making it hard to find fics that are good and not just long - not that a fic can’t be both! But there are plenty of Pulitzer-worthy one-shots out there that are buried way way down the list when ranked by number of kudos, because they’re beneath a bunch of 50/? fics where the author lost sight of where the hell the story was going 30 chapters ago, but their fic has had 50x the chances to be viewed so has more kudos. It would encourage authors to release their fics in lots of little chapters instead of a few longer ones/one-shots as they might otherwise have done (and as might otherwise suit the story).

And for authors it would especially suck, as it would compound the existing problem of people not commenting. Kudos are very much appreciated, but comments make an author’s day; but so few people bother, and frankly, it’s disheartening. Let people just click a button to show their appreciation for each new chapter? The hits:kudos:comments ratio would get even worse than it already is.

You can already ‘give kudos’ for each chapter of a fic on AO3 - by commenting. Hell you can literally write ‘kudos!’ It will make the author smile, I promise.

#so true #ao3 #kudos