#-//anon-cinna//-

[kornflake82]

hiii, medic literally getting turned on while he’s healing you cause you’re whimpering and moaning in pain cuz ur injured 🤭🤭

anon cinna ☕️!!

i can be normal about this request i canbe normal i can b //foaming at the mouth

Katze und Maus (Medic x Reader) part 1/?

Your memory of the mission and how exactly you got your injuries escaped you. You felt as if your brain would leak right out of your ears if you thought about it too hard. Rather than add to the torture you've endured thus far, you buried the thought back in your mind. You figured it would creep back into your psyche again at some point, and probably at the absolute worst time to boot. Soon enough, the sound of your own thoughts were drowned out by sharp, approaching footsteps causing you to instinctively turn your head to the source of the noise. You were greeted by Medic, whom smiled back at you a little too innocently. Sheepishly, you return his greeting with a small wave, and resumed your previous position on the examination table. You watched in anticipation as Medic hummed to himself while gathering his necessary instruments, and ensured the proper rigging of the Medigun. As your eyes met, the triumphant device unrelentingly stared back down at you from its mount. As you zoned out while peering into the barrel of the Medigun, dizziness and disorientation from blood loss, as well as the sheer pain of your injuries began making themselves apparent.

An echoing, metallic "thud" signaling your now slouched over body had met the examination table prompted Medic to your side almost immediately. Medic hastily propped you back up and made work to fasten your neck with a strap to ensure your head didn't drop to your side and possibly injure your neck. After securing you in place, Medic repeatedly slapped a gloved hand against your cheek in a prevailing attempt to wake you. You were startled out of your unconsciousness and soon felt the painful restriction around your neck as it abruptly interrupted your flailing resistance. Medic looked down at you fondly despite your apprehension. "Calm down, you. Would you rather I left you limp with a broken neck?" The doctor questioned, his tone pitched with slight annoyance. You remained silent, staring up at him with pleading eyes as your consciousness reminded you of the bloodied, painful state your body was in-- a deep gash in your side, numerous lacerations on your limbs, and a fractured ankle.

Ouchies.

Medic's annoyed expression quickly softened upon meeting his gaze with yours, and awkwardly cleared his throat before beginning his procedures. Despite his cautious and deliberate touch, the gravity of your injuries only heightened your sensitivities. As the German doctor took your injured ankle in his grasp, you couldn't help but cry out a pathetic whimper from the bolt of agony that shot through your nerves. Your breathing became labored and nervous beads of sweat adorned your forehead like sickly jewels. Medic, of course, was simply enamored with your current state. To him, your cries of pain were as beautiful a melody as that of an operatic aria. Medic quickly snapped back to his duties, and finished rigging your ankle into a stirrup to not only elevate it, but to keep it out of the way of your remaining injuries. The pain of no longer having Medic's firm yet gentle grasp to offset the weight of gravity upon your ankle, especially in a stirrup, caused you to wince yet again, still as vocal as last time. "Doctor…a-are you sure you can't like…put me under or something?" You asked desperately. You were only able to hoarsely choke out a few words at a time between shallow breaths. Medic, whose face was now flushed, spoke with his back turned to you. "Nein, schatz. The procedures will not be intensive and will therefore not require the use of typical anesthesia. Es tut mir leid, maus*." His tone was professional, but the growing erection straining against the fabric of his trousers was anything but. "Be a good little mäuschen and hold still, ja?" He now turned to face you with surgical grade instruments in hand. The menacing gleam of steel taunted you as he began dislodging shrapnel from your open wounds. With each scrap and bullet that was removed, you answered with whines, desperate cries, and tears wetting your face. Medic attempted to conceal his arousal by retaining a neutral exterior, but the way his usual steadied precision seemed to elude him today left you wondering.

Now, you always knew that Medic was a little off his rocker, but figured that came with the territory of such genius. However, in spite of your less-than-lucid state, you were still able to pick up on the irregularities of your doctor's behavior. The sharp inhales every time you winced, the light flush that colored his cheeks, and the weird stiffness with which he moved, as if hiding something… Surely the sight of blood wasn't causing him to act this way, right? He is a doctor after all. The clinking of the discarded shrapnel into a metal dish pulled you from your own thoughts and you soon made eye contact with Medic again. "A-are we done yet…?" You ask meekly. Medic scoffed in response. "Done? Mäuschen, I've just barely started. All I've done is remove the debris from your wounds. Now the real treatment begins!" Medic chuckled, a hint of mania beneath his jovial exterior. He left you alone momentarily to remove his soiled gloves and wash his hands. In his absence, you couldn't help but watch his weird, rigid gait while he made his way to the sink and giggled to yourself. "Why is he walking like that? He wasn't even out in the field today, so it can't be an injury." You thought to yourself.

Your naivety was endearing, honestly. As he approached, you could have sworn you noticed a strange bulge. You quickly darted your gaze back to the wall as your face burned with embarrassment. You didn't realize just how intensely you were staring at your practitioner's groin, but he in fact did. "Hm? Something catch your eye, maus?" His teasing only drove the knife of humiliation in you further. Before you could defend yourself (Hi, I'm Saul Goodman, did you know that you have rights?) Medic cut the fabric of your shirt to reveal the bloodied gash that interrupted the otherwise supple flesh of your abdomen. The chill of sterility and sudden pressure from Medic's gloved hand upon you elicited yet another pathetic whimper. "Oh, mäuschen, the things you do to me when you sound so helpless!" He mused, squeezing your wound in attempt to get another cry out of you. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you wailed in agony, blood spurting from the wound in response. Your scarlet life force stained Medic's arms and face, and you swore you witnessed him lick his lips to taste you. "Mein gott, I almost don't want to fix you up. You're so beautiful just like this…" Medic dabbed up the fresh blood with cloth, and did the same to the rest of your open wounds. "…But we need you in working order on the battlefield, ja? Plus…" He closed the distance between the two of you, his face mere centimeters from your own. He began to remove the strap that once restrained your neck, whispering in your ear while doing so, "…I wouldn't get to hear the sweet music of mein geliebt vogel if you were dead, anyway!" The proximity between Medic and yourself left smears of your own blood on your face--and though you've suffered many injuries and were no stranger to gore, in this context you shuddered.

(* "I'm sorry, mouse".)

[butchcinna]

Found family my beloved...!! Dumb chatlog on readmore

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[cinnabuncrumbs]

So...are you gonna post that doodle of Stanarrator vigorously making out or are we gonna have to do it ourselves/j

really hoping you were meaning this. big time deep dish sloppy crazy animal style

[blooming-cecilia]

catboy bard brainrot in my head for DAYS courtesy of @cinnabell2, so i'm feeding all of us

it's no secret he's a clingy lil kitty, but it's more inconvenient when he's shifted... goodluck trying to get out of that one!!

(self indulgent ones utc + a lil smth for u cinna hehe)

[pupcuck]

Cherry Berry!! Strictly business has me feeling many things this morning ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა that fic is easily and already the highlight of my day like oh em gee <3 need misogynistic workplace Leon rn :3

THE MOCHA KEYCHAIN SHUT UP!!!! mocha n cogimyun my absolute faves my friend made me a pic like this lemme find it ong wait

LMFAOOOOO here omg and thank u sm :333 glad u liked it bunny :333

[takiberry]

I’m oki thanku <3333 a lil sleepy tho 🤕

is it late for u? omg? go get some rest?? 🫵🫵

[cinnamons-adventure]

I really love Cinnamon’s design, so I figured it would be fun to draw her!

OMG OMG OMG OSUDJSKFKWUDJWHDJSHDJDHDJGE

CINNAMON!!!!!!! OMG SHE’S SO CUTE!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

❤️❤️❤️

[ceaseless-rambler]

you SUCK. podcasts are lame and stupid and you are the worst. you have horrible interests. you probably think some colors are ugly. um you probably hate cute puppies and you step on them daily because you suck. my stuffed bunny plushie wouldn’t like u.

NOT YHE STUFFED BUNNY PLUSHIE

Re: the color thing, colors aren't meant to be looked at alone. Many colors are unappealing by themselves, but given the proper surroundings? They can do great things

Anyways you're terrible at anon hate and I love you <3

[2006aquamarine]

What do you think about Cinna?

Do you think he asked to be D 12 stylist before or after Katniss volunteer?

What about his participation in the rebellion plan?

Thank you, @curiousnonny

Sorry it took so long to get back to you @curiousnonny.

Now, for this question, I have no clue. I originally assumed that the stylists already had their assigned districts before the Reaping even began, but since you’ve brought it up, it’s quite possible that he chose District 12 after seeing Katniss volunteer. Maybe he saw a fighter in her and wanted to help her out.

I looked it up and saw that Suzanne Collins had answered this question years ago. She said: "Many of the other stylists have had claims to other districts for years, and Cinna, being relatively new and unknown, looked to 12 as both a challenge and an opportunity, a district that has been essentially ignored and poorly represented from a fashion and design standpoint. He knew he could make the greatest mark there--and with Katniss he finds a willing collaborator."

Cinna seemed to take great pride in his work, and maybe he believed that his greatest work would be in District 12. Transforming District 12 from a previously unknown and ignored district to "District 12: The home of the girl who was on fire" is probably one of the best ways he'd make his mark.

After Katniss volunteered, maybe he saw even more of an opportunity. He and Haymitch were already speaking about rebellion, presenting Katniss and Peeta as a team, having them hold ones for that "perfect touch of rebellion". Maybe the first step was Katniss taking Prim's place, then the entirety of District 12 sending her off with the three-finger sign. Maybe that's where Cinna saw even more of an opportunity to light that spark.

I do love Cinna. I love his character--how grounded he is, how sensible, how he was the first person in the Capitol to extend compassion toward Katniss, how self-aware he is, and how he seemed to understand and believe in Katniss. But I must admit that he is one of the very many adults in Katniss' life that played a role in turning her into a symbol without her having a say in it.

He's the one that gave her the moniker "the girl who was on fire". He was the one who turned her last dress into a mockingjay. He was the one who already knew about the rebellion and had created the mockingjay costume in hopes that Katniss would wear it and thus take on the role. Granted, he did say not to give it to Katniss until she decided to become the Mockingjay on her own, which further makes me like him. But he is very instrumental in the rebellion, I believe. He was one of the many people pulling the strings without Katniss knowing, without Peeta knowing.

So I'd say he had a huge part in the rebellion. Honestly, in my opinion, this rebellion would not have started without Cinna.

[caesarflickermans]

the thg series is filled with interesting characters who have captured our imaginations. do you have any headcanons about a character from the series who was not given a last name? (ex: cato, thom, portia, etc). could be from any of the four books. 😀

Well, first thing I had to do was look up on wikia to see which characters only had first names so I guess that tells you plenty about how many first-name-only characters I focus on. Whops! And as per usual, it’s going to be Capitol characters.

Let's start with Cressida, Pollux and Co. Along with Messalla's comments on the apartments, I headcanon all of them to have originated from middle class with Cressida being the most well off and Pollux and Castor's family having experienced a fall from grace with Pollux becoming an avox. This, treachery, being one of the main reasons why families will fall down the social ladders. In addition, I picture them to have met in the Capitol before they left to 13. As they are a film crew, and as the only show we truly know being Caesar's, I have headcanoned them as having met as part of Caesar's crew. My personal views here are that Caesar usually keeps a similar crew between the Hunger Games show and his (my HC) own "Late Night" show, hence them having grown acquainted with different types of live television. Those are valuable skills they obtained before fleeing to 13 (maybe when freeing Pollux?). This connection of them with Caesar fits neatly into the throwaway line that "Cressida and Pollux have been sent out into the districts to cover the wreckage of the war". Meaning, Caesar is the one interviewing people to document what is missing and while Cressida directs and Pollux handles the camera work. I think it would be a fitting fate to Caesar, alas, he has a surname so I shall not elaborate.

There's some loose thoughts I have about Cinna's joining to the rebel cause. Why and when he chose District 12 and when exactly he was aiding the rebellion has remained a mystery to us, but I imagine those two as being related. This splits into two possible versions to me: Either He was a rebel from the beginning and Plutarch instigated his stylist career at District 12 OR he joined District 12 due to Katniss' volunteering and was contacted by Plutarch right away. In any case, I headcanon that Cinna knew exactly what he was doing when meeting Katniss for the first time and dressing her in the first fire outfit. Cinna might be a great guy, but he was certainly more scheming and knowing than Katniss (or we) give him credit for. We perceive many of the adult characters—Snow, Coin, Plutarch, sometimes Haymitch, too—as forces manipulating Katniss and removing her own agency and place in the rebellion. However, most certainly, Cinna was among those adults as well. We don't know his intentions, but he certainly knew more about what he was doing and what effect it would have. Katniss simply perceived him as kinder and more willed to listen to Katniss as a person than many other adults in the book series. [And, of course, I have a small and fun ship idea about Cinna/Caesar because they fit well together when one thinks about it. Caesar, obsessed with clothes, and Cinna, designing them. Secret love story with a tragic ending of one surviving lover]

[kryptonianclone]

kon if you didn't have ttk and could only touch two of your friends asses in young justice.... who would you pick and why. 🤔

“Why are you making me choose? That’s so cruel? Only two of them? You know this is going to cause a fight right? We’re going to fight about this in the group chat.” Kon chuckled and then let out a sigh. “Alright so probably Bart, maybe also Tim I think he needs the confidence boost. And then just so it’s fair Cissie and Cassie can touch my ass if they want. And then Bart and Tim have two hands to cover the rest of the team. But for real I’ll touch everyone’s ass if they wanted! YJ is objectively the hottest and best looking team.”

[the-mad-starker]

Hey! Haven’t seen you around in a while and just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing and seeing you pop up on my dash! I hope you’re having a wonderful time since your really deserve to be happy ❤️

Hellllo!

Yeah, I've been mia for a few months! I've been... Hopefully... Maybe... Trying to get back to writing 😂 a lot, like a lot, has happened and most of it not good but I'm bouncing back. 😊 I also have some hilarious stories or at least momentos from my mia time.

Ohoh! And I have a new baby 🥰 Meet baby Chai's little sister, Cinnamon!

I'll hopefully be popping up more on your dash but 😅😅 Ty for the sweet anon though 💗💗 I've missed being around and messages like these always make me so

[cinnamogai]

hiii. i haven't checked on you in forever, i apologize :(( [i saw you guys on here comparing heights, im 5'10, HAH]

anyways, how're u? summer's pretty close and im excited ngl!!

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ur good!! u aren’t obliged to check in <3 i appreciate u interacting even if it’s only once in a while lol. i’m good! also very excited for summer. and my painting to be done lol, i’m finishing it tonight :) and i’m getting a book to use for my summer reading project where they give u a specific list of what you can choose to read yk but one of my favorite books is on there so i’m! splurging and getting the edition i used to read it for the first time. which is a very old edition so it’s kinda hard to find in good condition. but i’m so excited for it!! i legit might cry when i get it lol that specific edition of that book really was like everything for me in 7th grade.

[takiberry]

NO FUCKING WAY (hi cinna ilysm omg)

[cin-nna]

your thoughts on azoi?

-🪷 anon

Hes something.

my something.

but we are merely just friends who kiss each other's foreheads or head in general, cuddle a bunch, and claim each other as their own.