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cutpaperbleedswater · 22 hours
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ALL STEREOTYPES ABOUT BRITISH WEATHER ARE TRUE
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This year, I've been working on an Everlark fanfiction project called The Huntress and the Beast. This is an in-Panem AU where Prim was never reaped and Peeta became the sole victor of the 74th Games, earning the nickname "the Beast." Ostracized by society after a horrifying incident at the end of the war solidified his nickname, Peeta retreats to live on the mountainside alone. Years later, Katniss takes a position to live with Peeta and eat dinner with him each night for one year, partly to make up for the bread that saved her family and partly to escape Gale's marriage proposal. Each chapter is one month of this year, as Everlark grow together and build a home.
Or, an Everlark "Beauty and the Beast" retelling.
Leading up to the release of the first chapter, I'm going to be posting a snippet each Wednesday, one for each month of the year. Today is the first, from Chapter One: The New Year which will be out January 1, 2025.
Read the snippet below:
New trees line the walkway, still held up by stakes and twine. I can’t make out what they’re going to be when they get older with only the skinny trunks and branches balancing lines of snow. Up the pathway lies the cabin. It’s a far cry from the luxury of the Victors Village even just from the outside. There’s a porch facing west toward District 12 and a blue door the color of a starling egg against the pine boards. It’s covered in fresh snow, though as we climb higher I can see tracks leading away from it. Tracks that must belong to my new employer. At the porch, we unstrap the snowshoes and then knock on the blue door. No one answers and I think about the tracks leading away from the cabin. Peeta had no way to know we’d be showing up today. “Thom?” a man’s voice says behind us. I startle but compose myself before turning around and facing the Beast. While Peeta had never been anything remarkable in terms of his height when we were in school together, he clearly grew since then. He must be nearly a foot taller than me now and still strong and stocky. His hair has grown down to his shoulders, waves framing what has changed the most—his face. Where other men had beards and five o’clock shadows, Peeta has pink and red scars, twisting like branches of a tree across his neck, jaw, and cheeks. I try not to stare at the scars and meet his blue eyes instead. “I found you a dinner companion,” Thom says proudly. “Do you know Katniss Everdeen?” “Not well,” Peeta says and a deep feeling of shame floods me. I don’t know why. Maybe because I should have thanked him for the bread long ago, before his Games. That we should know each other better, but the fact we don’t is my fault. 
Look out for The Huntress and the Beast on January 1, 2025.
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My most controversial Everlark Headcanon is…
Peeta is not a bad singer
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this is the third time I’ve used this template and it’s still just as funny to me
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power couple 🍸 💥
from this ask - fancy everlark is my weakness,,
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scarves of red by burdge
“…I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.”
chapter 24, Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins 
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i present you: swamp potato and bread
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i drew this post by u/erisedstraehruoy on reddit :)
my ko-fi // will be opening my commissions soon so please stay tuned :)
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0.5 of Katniss duck
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winners of the 74th hunger games
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Don’t worry, it’s okay.
I’ve never left my country before but my first stop is Iceland in October ‘25 which I am so excited for (I don’t even have a passport yet). To study somewhere new sounds fun!
Your learning Czech?! How cool! What made you decide to do that?
Okay so I wasn’t, but I will now. I like learning languages as a hobby and I do have some friends in that region. (On Duolingo, gotta keep the streak 💪)
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Your learning Czech?! How cool! What made you decide to do that?
Okay so I wasn’t, but I will now. I like learning languages as a hobby and I do have some friends in that region. (On Duolingo, gotta keep the streak 💪)
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cutpaperbleedswater · 10 days
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Prologue
The first time she could remember coming here, she had her kid sister clinging onto her arm and her braid tucked into the collar of her coat. Small feet in smaller wellies, a small heart pumping with determination that seemed a shield against the onslaught of the icy rain. Her other hand had held a small box marked with a childish scrawl of a plea for money.  The sisters had tried as hard as they could to avoid all other ways of getting wet, including the puddles it pained her to have to steer her away from. They ran at a snail's pace in her mind, only their destination and desperation accompanied it. The destination of a small subway station where they set up base and sat there for hours and waited for the workers using the local commute to spare some change. Any change. Any change at all. But people’s pockets seemed to have ran dry and their moods sour as barely anyone was kind enough to even look their way without annoyance in their eyes. She was ready to give up, go home, boil some more of the mint and lemon grass that grow in their contained wilderness of a garden. 
Yet there was still something that’s keeping her there. It was not her sister, whose twin blonde braids had threatened undoing themselves as the child curled up against her older sister, asleep. Something that kept her sat up straight, eyes wary but alert, fighting the same blanket of sleep that had claimed her sister. She seemed to be waiting for something that her starved body had no patience for. Something that she felt she needed almost as bad as oxygen. …\
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/58947553/chapters/150264514 !!!
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cutpaperbleedswater · 11 days
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Getting through a 3 hour class by doodling the babies
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cutpaperbleedswater · 12 days
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someone needs to please draw the “I’m not calling you good boy” meme with everlark where it’s peeta saying “I’m not calling you “good girl” katniss you assassinated the new dictator” or katniss being “I’m not calling you “good boy” peeta you deprived me of kisses before death match round 2” etc etc
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cutpaperbleedswater · 17 days
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Only a few seconds after waking and he’s already trying to chat her up
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