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In all ways except physical, I am a cat. 30s, she/her/hers
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QUEEN CLARISSE RENALDI & MIA THERMOPOLIS IN THE PRINCESS DIARIES
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reblog this and tell me in the notes which book you've reread most in your life, pretty please!
#ella enchanted#idk how many times I've read it#22 years plus childhood obsession it's gotta be at least 50 cover to cover
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New type of narrator. Not unreliable narrator but narrator whose need for therapy is definitely influencing this story.
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"people in real life: hey man how's it going" is a killer phrase. instantly neutralizes whatever insane discourse you find online. gonna start using that from now on
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Title: Jane of Lantern Hill | Author: L. M. Montgomery | Publisher: Virago (2014)
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kdnfb's Ten Years of Fanfiction Mania
Featuring: Unmasked
Summary: Written under an Anonymous pseudonym ~M~ to fill the following prompt ~ Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u
Rating: E for explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied/referenced rape/nonconsensual (not everlark), implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced miscarriage, discussions of illness, war, and injury in a historical setting, ptsd, minor character death. They worst of these tags happens offscreen and is merely discussed and dealt with rather than shown here.
A/N: ~Unmasked~ is my longest fic in terms of word count (around 234k), although Outside Chance and Spellbound are not too far behind and are both incomplete. Unmasked started as something meant to be fun and cathartic, then turned into a ridiculously long and self indulgent fic that I still, to this day, have no idea if the anonymous person who submitted the prompt to @everlarkficexchange even read, let alone whether or not they liked it. But I love what I produced for this fic.
Why write it anonymously and only reveal myself later? A couple reasons. 1) Historical is not my wheel house. At least not writing it. I am a shameless consumer of historical romances. I did some research for this fic but not nearly the level I would've liked to have done. Eventually, I said screw it, it's about the vibes not the accuracy. 2) I had a pile of unfinished wips when I started this, to include Outside Chance and Spellbound (both of which are still unfinished hmmmmm) and I really didn't want a lot of questions about when I was going to get back to those while I was working on this because 3) I'd just gone through a small slice of writerly hell to the point that I seriously considered deleting my entire tumblr and all of my fanfic. Details are not important right now, the result is. That's probably the closest I've ever come to calling myself done with fandom.
Then this prompt posted to EFE and wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I decided that if I was going to write it, I wanted to write it with as little pressure as possible. So I chose to write and post it as ~M~ until it was finished. Plus, I thought it might make it fun for people other than me if there was a bit of mystery behind it. And I don't regret doing that.
Writing behind a mask allowed me to be as long winded and self-indulgent as I wanted to without worrying about how tight the storyline was or how accurate the historical details were, or wondering if I'd be walking into my tumblr and a barrage of the kind of messages I'd come to dread receiving. The only thing I worried about, really was if the amount and kind of smut I included gave me away prematurely lmao.
While this was my first real foray into the realm of historical fics, I am hoping it's not the last. I've got too many ideas and half started pieces to back out of it now. But those, like this one, will probably remain untethered to a specific real place, and a specific time, mainly because I just don't have that kind of time for research if I'm not getting paid to do it lol. They will be works of love if not works of accuracy.
Unmasked on AO3
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I love your art ❤️. Could you draw everlark cuddling on the couch post war/mockingjay?
Peeta could live a thousand lifetimes and fall in love with Katniss in every single one of them.
And he is grateful to be fortunate enough to have had the pleasure of falling in love with her twice all over again in this one.
OH MY GOD?? THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS !!! Here is the sketch I had for it! I wanted it to come out closer to the one below.... but long story short, ur residental dumbass mucked up layers and had to crop & salvage what I could.
Anyways,,, thanks for the support!!! And the ask, ofc!!
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Penelope (2006)
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Just.
Katniss and Peeta getting to learn they still love one another again, in a peaceful life filled with healing.
Though little gifts and gestures. Moment where they can't hold it together and get to fall into the comfort of one anothers companionship. Just them learning they don't ever have to be alone or in this pain by themselves ever again. They of course have friends and others to support them, but to have one another without question or doubt.
Just the JOY they get when they realize this. The fear, hesitation and doubt that goes away.
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Roommate
Fake Fic Ask Game by @vasilissadragomir
🐑 (fake set of fic tags): modern au roommates, mutual pining, jealous!katniss, hot chocolate, meddling!Prim, misunderstandings
She’s smiling down at her phone when Prim snaps her fingers in front of the screen, “Are you even listening?”
“Oh! Yeah! Sorry,” Katniss says, placing her phone face down on the table.
“Who are you talking to anyways?” Her sister eyes the phone with curiosity and Katniss covers it with her hand lest Prim resort to snooping, “are you seeing someone?! You’re giddy, it’s weird”
“God no,” she has no desire for that, “Peeta’s doing a grocery run and asked about snacks.” They were going to watch Jurassic Park tonight and he’d sent her a picture of a bag of frozen Dino nuggets.
“Sounds cozy. What does Nutmeg think about her boyfriend Netflix-and-chill-ing with his super hot roommate?”
Katniss rolls her eyes, “Clove’s not in the picture anymore.” She doesn’t get it. Peeta’s the best, but his taste in women is the worst. She’d taken to giving them petty nicknames rather than learning their real ones. The latest had been a real cloven hoofed bitch.
“Oh,” Prim perks up, “So, are you gonna make a move?”
God, not her too! Maybe she’s been talking to Finnick. He keeps insisting she’s in love with Peeta. She’s not and the accusation is annoying, “No,” She says, tone firm, “Peeta and I are friends. Just friends.”
“Hmm” her sister sounds unconvinced.
“Hmm what?”
“I think you like him.”
“Of course I like him, he’s my friend.”
“Come on Katniss. You talk about him constantly, you spend all your spare time together, and you’ve hated every girl he’s ever given a second look.”
“Yeah, because they all sucked.”
“- his dick, and you were jealous.” Prim adds.
Katniss bulks, “don’t talk like that. Who raised you?”
“We all know who raised me. Don’t try to duck the topic! So, you’d be fine with him dating someone you approve of?”
Katniss shrugs, “of course,” it’s a trick question, because she can’t imagine anyone good enough for him.
“What about me?” Prim says, as if following her line of thought, “I must meet your standards. What if I started dating Peeta? You wouldn’t have a problem with that?”
“Didn’t know you were interested.” Why does her voice sound so high all of the sudden?
“I don’t know; maybe it’s all your glowing about how great he is. Answer the question.”
“I mean it would be weird, because you're my sister,” she says haltingly, “but obviously I think you’re amazing,” she briefly imagines Peeta leading Prim to his bedroom, and wants to vomit.
“So you’d be completely fine if I asked him out?” Prim eggs.
Her discomfort is overcome by a flare of annoyance at the challenge. “Want me to put in a good word for you?” She snarks.
“Nah.” Katniss exhales, feeling a little lighter. Maybe this will finally put the whole thing to rest, but then her sister continues with a smirk, “I’m a big girl, I don’t need your help.”
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Hi! ❤️I just wanted to tell you first off I adore your fic roses and pearls 🥀! I’ve reread your latest chapter like 4 times already. ESP the smuttyish part.
I was purely curious about something. I don’t mean to tell you what to write so if you don’t plan on it or it’s not your intent I’ll still be reading i just want to know so i can adjust expectations.
I really feel so bad for peeta in this fic. My heartbreaks for what he’s had done to him. But i feel just as much for poor Katniss. Shes trying to be good to him and understanding and patient but she’s been hurt seeing him with rose 😞. Im just curious (esp with the spoiler) is peeta gonna seriously reassure her or make her feel better about his feelings for her?
Hi, thank you so much! I'm glad you've enjoyed so far!
I haven't written everything, and so things surprise me. Sometimes what I think will work won't, and sometimes something comes to me in the moment as I write. Like the smut from this week's chapter was not something I had planned, but while writing that's what it flowed into.
I'm saying that because I'm not entirely sure how things will play out in the details, that's just not the kind of writer I am. I have the big plot points as a roadmap and the sights in-between range from expected to surprises. The next few chapters may have what you're looking for, but that's before (spoiler). (Spoiler) is a whole other can of worms.
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Was wondering yesterday if Peeta's parents roles were switched--so if Mr. Mellark were the one calling Peeta names and hitting him and Mrs. Mellark was nice and soft-spoken--how people's opinions of them would change.
#just...mr. mellark was probably abused by his wife too#if we had a mother in his role with a husband like mrs. mellark everyone would be screaming she was being abused too#but instead people insist that mr. mellark should have like beat up his wife#or at least assume he did nothing when we have no evidence or clue of how he reacted to the abuse either#he wasn't there during the bread scene--it was only peeta and mrs. mellark#it's just interesting#i think about the mellark household probably too much#and what laws/practices there are for dv in d12
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thresh - “Just this one time, I let you go. For the little girl. You and me, we're even then. No more owed. You understand?”
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Peeta Mellark: *exists*
Katniss Everdeen:
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Anne wearing the rosebud dress which was "the envy of every Redmond girl" + Gilbert going heart eyes.
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I had a go at writing something…. Short and sweet (like moi!)
Nothing to do, nowhere to go but here
She remembers the first time. The first time she had nothing.
Nothing to do. No place to be. No one to save, no hungry mouths to feed, no house repairs, no calculations to make. No grief. No schedules.
She felt no overwhelming sadness. No fear. Just the feeling of … nothing.
Was she happy?
She lay in bed the sunrise illuminating the room and pondered this. Was she happy?
What was happy another part of brain countered?
She knew sadness. She knew rage. She knew panic. And yes right now she could say she was happy.
The bad feelings that lived in her would always be there she acknowledged but they no longer took over every part of her thoughts, her time.
(She reminded herself that she shouldn’t label her feelings as good or bad - feelings were not so simple)
But this nothing feeling, well this was very new. It was a lightness, a sort of freedom.
She had just woken with no to do list, no need to do anything really.
Her mind idly moving between thoughts, her fingers tracing patterns on the sheets, she wiggled her toes and scrunched up her face just allowing herself to exist in a moment with no plan.
She wondered if this is what life is like for other people- normal people.
Do other people have days of nothingness? She smiled at the thought, what once was a luxury was now her normal.
Beside her, she felt her love stir. He opened his eyes and his sleepy blue eyes focusing on her alert grey ones, a soft smile appearing as the he took her in.
“Hey,” he mumbled
“Hey yourself” she replied mirroring his smile.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing. Care to join me?”
And as the sun rose in the sky Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark lay in bed holding hands and doing absolutely nothing.
There would be more nothing days, but this first one would always be special, the first time she became became acutely aware that life could and would be better.
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