Just In Case Anyone Is Looking For More Canonverse New Years Reading Fodder And Doesnt Mind Reading Pairings

Just in case anyone is looking for more canonverse New Year’s reading fodder and doesn’t mind reading pairings other than/in addition to Everlark, here’s my New Year’s content in chronological order: 

True North (young Mr. Everdeen/Mrs. Mellark, nods to young Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen)

When the Moon - Ch 11 (Everlark, Pollux/Lavinia)

Torchlight (Marko/Prim, Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen)

When the Moon - Chs 12-13 (Everlark, Pollux/Lavinia)

Six Months to Strawberry Time - Chs 1-2 (Gale/Madge, Marko/Prim, nods to Mr. Mellark/Mrs. Everdeen and Mr. Everdeen/Mrs. Mellark)

All but the first are technically set in the WtMooniverse, but that’s still canon Panem (diverging at the reaping for the 74th Games, but that hasn’t substantially shifted the culture of that world as yet). 

Thanks and Happy New Year. ♥

Made of fire and stars🌠🔥 https://www.patreon.com/apofiss

Since @taylorswift made the announcement of lover I knew I would make a project about it. I’ve always loved to draw so doing an illustration per each song of the album seemed like a great idea. This album screamed bright colors and sunsets and clouds and positive vibes, so I really tried to capture that. I’ve been hearing this record nonstop since it came out, cruel Summer is definitely my favorite track, I’m thinking of doing a mini comic making like a mashup with getaway car, imagine a music video featuring both songs it would be iconic. Taylor is just such an amazing songwriter that from the very first listen of any of the tracks from lover she paints a picture in your head, I tried to capture the vibes of each song in each illustration, and I’ve been working so hard to represent well each concept correctly, If you like this please tag Taylor and @taylornation in the comments, I’d really love if Taylor could see this. Anyway here’s the first half of the album I’m so excited to do the rest.

www.instagram.com/jonuelsketch/

Andddd here’s a part two to the Snarky-Sassy Peeta comb through I did. I definitely missed some but this is what I came up with from Catching Fire and Mockingjay! I’ll admit, Mockingjay Peeta crossed the line between snarky and mean but 🤷🏼‍♀️. I felt it deserved a spot anyways. Also if no one else ever noticed, Snarky-Sassy Peeta was apparently in hibernation in Catching Fire.

I remember the shock of hearing Peeta confess his love for me in front of all of Panem. Haymitch had known about that and not told me. “I think I broke a few things myself after that interview.”

“Just an urn.”

-

“Peeta, if I asked you to run away from the district with me, would you?”

Peeta takes my arm, bringing me to a stop. He doesn’t need to check my face to see if I’m serious. “Depends on why you’re asking.”

“President Snow wasn’t convinced by me. There’s an uprising in District Eight. We have to get out,” I say.

“By ‘we’ do you mean just you and me? No. Who else would be going?” he asks.

“My family. Yours, if they want to come. Haymitch, maybe,” I say.

“What about Gale?” he says.

“I don’t know. He might have other plans,” I say.

Peeta shakes his head and gives me a rueful smile. “I bet he does. Sure, Katniss, I’ll go.”

I feel a slight twinge of hope. “You will?”

“Yeah. But I don’t think for a minute you will.”

-

I go into the study, a room I’ve pretty much avoided since my meeting with President Snow, and dial Peeta’s number. After a few rings he answers.

“Hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home,” I say.

“Katniss, I live three houses away from you.”

-

Peeta comes to the table and opens the candy bag. “Ooh, peppermints,” he says, popping one in his mouth.

“They’re mine.” I take a swipe for the bag. He tosses it to Haymitch, who stuffs a fistful of sweets in his mouth before passing the bag to a giggling Prim. “None of you deserves candy!” I say.

“What, because we’re right?” Peeta wraps his arms around me.

-

“What?” I sputter indignantly. It would be more convincing if I weren’t still so hungover. “Last night’s the only time I’ve ever even been drunk.”

“Yeah, and look at the shape you’re in,” says Peeta.

-

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.

Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.”

I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?”

“I’ll allow it,” I say.

-

“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.

His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.”

I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.

“Must be a lot stronger than the one on the Training Center roof,” he says. “I’m all right, though. Just a little shaken.”

“You were dead! Your heart stopped!” I burst out, before really considering if this is a good idea. I clap my hand over my mouth because I’m starting to make those awful choking sounds that happen when I sob.

“Well, it seems to be working now.”

-

Johanna keeps watch while Finnick, Peeta, and I clean and lay out the seafood. Peeta’s just pried open an oyster when I hear him give a laugh. “Hey, look at this!” He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. “You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls,” he says earnestly to Finnick.

“No, it doesn’t,” says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that’s how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

-

“We can’t fight one another, Caesar,” Peeta explains. “There won’t be enough of us left to keep going. If everybody doesn’t lay down their weapons — and I mean, as in very soon — it’s all over, anyway.”

“So . . . you’re calling for a cease-fire?” Caesar asks.

“Yes. I’m calling for a cease-fire,” says Peeta tiredly. “Now why don’t we ask the guards to take me back to my quarters so I can build another hundred card houses?”

-

“Hey,” he responds. It’s like his voice, almost his voice, except there’s something new in it. An edge of suspicion and reproach.

“Haymitch said you wanted to talk to me,” I say.

“Look at you, for starters.” It’s like he’s waiting for me to transform into a hybrid drooling wolf right before his eyes. He stares so long I find myself casting furtive glances at the one- way glass, hoping for some direction from Haymitch, but my earpiece stays silent. “You’re not very big, are you? Or particularly pretty?”

I know he’s been through hell and back, and yet somehow the observation rubs me the wrong way. “Well, you’ve looked better.”

Haymitch’s advice to back off gets muffled by Peeta’s laughter. “And not even remotely nice. To say that to me after all I’ve been through.”

-

“And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” he asks.

“No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I wasn’t asking your permission,” I tell him.

Peeta laughs again, coldly, dismissively. “Well, you’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”

-

Peeta makes a little gesture with his spoon, connecting Gale and me. “So, are you two officially a couple now, or are they still dragging out the star-crossed lover thing?”

“Still dragging,” says Johanna.

Spasms cause Peeta’s hands to tighten into fists, then splay out in a bizarre fashion. Is it all he can do to keep them from my neck? I can feel the tension in Gale’s muscles next to me, fear an altercation. But Gale simply says, “I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.”

“What’s that?” asks Peeta.

“You,” Gale answers.

“You’ll have to be a little more specific,” says Peeta.

-

The following evening, the newest member of our squad arrives. With no manacles. No guards. Strolling out of the train station with his gun swinging from the strap over his shoulder. There’s shock, confusion, resistance, but 451 is stamped on the back of Peeta’s hand in fresh ink. Boggs relieves him of his weapon and goes to make a call.

“It won’t matter,” Peeta tells the rest of us. “The president assigned me herself. She decided the propos needed some heating up.”

-

Instead, he sits with his bag pulled up to his chest, clumsily trying to make knots in a short length of rope. I know it well. It’s the one Finnick lent me that night in the bunker. Seeing it in his hands, it’s like Finnick’s echoing what Haymitch just said, that I’ve cast off Peeta. Now might be a good time to begin to remedy that. If I could think of something to say. But I can’t. So I don’t. I just let the sounds of soldiers’ breathing fill the night.

After about an hour, Peeta speaks up. “These last couple of years must have been exhausting for you. Trying to decide whether to kill me or not. Back and forth. Back and forth.”

-

While Cressida and Pollux make fur nests for each of us, I attend to Peeta’s wrists. Gently rinsing away the blood, putting on an antiseptic, and bandaging them beneath the cuffs. “You’ve got to keep them clean, otherwise the infection could spread and —”

“I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss,” says Peeta. “Even if my mother isn’t a healer.”

-

“Never underestimate the power of a brilliant stylist,” says Peeta. It’s hard to tell, but I think Tigris might actually blush under her stripes.

-

“Listen,” I say. “Don’t do anything foolish.”

“No. It’s last-resort stuff. Completely,” he says.

-

6 Favourite Things About Katniss Everdeen

I was tagged by @papofglencoe for this, and I’m very much on board with the idea of a Katniss Saturday and an overall Everlark weekend. 

1. She’s an archer. I know that’s kind of an odd reason to like a character, but I’ve always loved the bow and arrow (took archery classes myself once) and my first movie star crush was Orlando Bloom as Legolas, so I’ve always had a soft spot for archers. She uses it to feed her family and protect the people she loves and it’s such a wonderfully practical weapon to know how to use. The way she associates it with her father and with providing for her family, I dunno, it’s nice to have a female character associate with a weapon or a tool in a positive manner. 

2. Her weird/dark/awkward/witty sense of humour. Peeta’s funny, but I underestimated the number of times Katniss made me chuckle with her blunt thoughts. She speaks her mind sometimes without a filter and her words aren’t always the most charming, but they are certainly entertaining to read.

3. She’s resourceful. I respect the hell out of that. For someone who lives near the forests and the mountains, I wouldn’t have a clue on how to survive or manage without 50 different things on hand. She knows all the tricks to stay alive in the wild and provide for herself (and others) and she does it with enough struggle for her to not be perfect, but with enough skill for you to really admire her. 

4. She has a deep, unflinching sense of love. She doesn’t limit family to blood first off, and the love she has for them is almost unconditional; she’ll do anything to keep them safe. She can bring herself to love even someone who mocks her, butts heads with her, and is a self-loathing, self-destructive wreck like Haymitch. The way she’ll do anything for Prim, deny her nothing. Speaking as both an older and younger sibling, it is nice to see positive examples in popular media of siblings not being dysfunctional, but just taking care of each other. Even the other Victors, people who would be her enemies in the Quarter Quell, Katniss sees some of them as people she would be naturally protective over, that they are people she would just want to help. For someone who tries to keep people away, who claims to not have any faith in the world or humanity, she loves and takes care of people in a sense that is really under-appreciated by many fans. 

5. She’s flawed. Being a blank slate is bad enough for a character, but to be perfect is even worse. Perfection is boring. No one is perfect and I don’t want to read the thoughts of someone who is. Katniss has flaws just like the rest of us. She can be judgemental, mean, quick to withdraw, cynical. She isn’t a great public speaker most of the time, she can be standoffish, and awkward. And that’s fine. I love those things about her. A character feels so much richer when you know they can be just like you in a lot of ways, that they have negative qualities. Katniss has much more good in her than bad, but I love that so many of her thoughts are so unapologetic and flawed in so many ways. It divides people on her, it makes her  target for hatred amongst this fandom to a degree that shocks me (and angers me), but I love it. I think if you can love a character at their worst, then you know that this character is a very well written one. 

6. Her bond with Peeta. It isn’t easy between them in the least and for at least half a book one of them views the other as an enemy, but they always find their way back to each other. And I think Katniss deserves as much credit for that as Peeta does. She fights for him in a different sort of way, but she tries to do her best by him. She intends to sacrifice herself at the Quell to save him. She risks her life by kissing him in the Capitol streets, doing so to try and bring him back from the brink, to keep the hope that he can be him again. Half of her revenge on Snow is almost based around what he did to Peeta. She can be so much more selfless than people realize when it comes to him (as he can be for her). In addition to that, I love that Katniss appreciates so many of the gentler qualities Peeta has. So many people in the mainstream media or casual fans mock Peeta for his interests and skills. I love that Katniss doesn’t look down on him for those qualities, but instead sees beauty and hope in them. She admires that side of Peeta as much as he admires the Hunter side of her. 

No one to tag really. @shinrinnoyousei, I wouldn’t mind hearing your thoughts. 

Hi! I’m not looking for anything specific. Could you just list some fics where Peeta and Katniss win different Games. Like, Kat wins a Game sometime before Peeta and has to mentor him or vise versa. Or Peeta wins the Games and now is dealing with the aftermath. Just anything where Kat and Peeta don’t go into the Arena together. Thank you in advance! And go ahead and take your time.

Here are some:

Your Smile is a Thin Disguise - Abagail_Snow

The miner’s wife - MockingjayFlyingFree

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun - Mejhiren

Come Home - peski0piksi

Keep the Blood in Your Head & And Keep Your Feet on the Ground - atetheredmind

Reaping - swishywillow

A King on a Rusty Throne - arollercoasterthatonlygoesup

I Long to Hear You - socolormecurious

Maybe It’s Just Me - bleedtoloveher

Victories With Wooden Swords - etiquettedarling

The Smallest Victor - Dustwriter

Deserving Love - freedandelion

Jagged - Annieoakley1

Slip of the Needle - averils_atonement

Cut - alatariel-gildaen

The Victor - quothme

A Small Rebellion - madefrommemories

Amortize -orphan_account

A Thousand Silhouettes Dancing on My Chest - ThisFragileGame

Brokenness - chele20035

Absolution - SFCBruce

Ruse - purple_cube

and at once I knew I was not magnificent - atetheredmind

Bound - annieoakley1

The Feint - atetheredmind

Portrait of a Victor - sponsormusings

Saving the Boy - Embracing_Immensity

Stacked Odds - sponsormusings

How the Hunger Games Should Have Been - Chocolicius

Samson and Delilah - Missi Marie

One Victor - javisTG

Swingsets - lollercakes 

Things Lost in the Fire - trinityjoy

Moments To Live In  - EverlarkAlways08