#A Shared Hunger

[rayan12sworld]

💠A Shared Hunger

By:BenevolentErrancy

Summary:

The first time it happened, Lan Zhan was six and walking along the covered balconies of the Cloud Recesses when, quite suddenly, he was not.

It happened between one blink at the next, hitting him with such a violent wave of disorientation it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His foot was raised but it never came down on the familiar wood of the balcony, instead he found himself standing on a foreign street, ankle deep in slush and starving.

Chapter:8/8

Words:32,822

Status:ongoing

“She’s going to hurt him,” Lan Zhan forced out between hitching breaths. “Please, xiongzhang, we have to save him, please.” “We’ll find him, Lan Zhan, it’ll be alright,” his brother whispered into his hair. “We’ll find him.” Not if he died. What would happen if he died? Lan Zhan would never get to see through his eyes again. He would never ever get to see what his real face looked like. Lan Zhan cried like he hadn’t in years, until he finally felt wrung out and the courtyard outside the dining hall was completely empty of people.

~

He had raged at his uncle that night. It had been silent, but his mouth, his body, the entire house had been thick with it. His uncle was able to fix everything, and the fact that he couldn’t simply take Lan Zhan’s hand and lead him to his soulmate was unforgivable to the child. His uncle had tugged at his beard and clucked sympathetically but it had just made Lan Zhan remember the chickens and the woman and grow all the angrier. Why was no one helping his soulmate ? Even if Uncle didn’t know where he was, even if Lan Zhan didn’t know where he was, even if they couldn’t help him yet (they would, they would, his uncle had promised him gently even while Lan Zhan had sat stiff and furious on his lap) why was no one else helping him? The streets of that town were crowded with people, why did no one see? Why did no one care?

~~

He should mind. He wasn’t a baby. He wasn’t weak. He was advancing quicker than anyone else his age. He was second heir to the Lan clan. But his soulmate had been attacked by dogs and all Lan Zhan had been able to do was watch and at this moment he didn’t feel strong or skilled or brave. He had never been more scared in his whole life. All he could imagine was the sealed doors of the Gentian House. -

His soulmate was alive. The next day Lan Zhan went to his lessons and threw himself into them with a fervour that startled his teachers. His soulmate had survived. His soulmate was brave and strong and unstoppable. Lan Zhan would have to work hard to be worthy of him. He would have to work to ensure no dog, no nothing , ever, ever hurt him ever again.

~

His soulmate fell heavily, all the wind knocked out of him as he hit the ground with a thump. “I told you it was no good. Do it properly next time, idiot,” the boy sneered. Lan Zhan woke to his own body and found his jaw clenched. Hate, he decided, would not suffice for the Jiang boy. Perhaps next time Uncle went to Yunmeng he would insist on going to Lotus Pier instead of continuing his hunt through the towns. He would find this boy, beat him soundly with proper martial forms, and then make him tell him where he went when he saw his soulmate.

~

Except it wasn’t. Not quite. Because it was Lan Zhan , who was quietly diligent and brilliant in his work. Who loved his soulmate more than many grown men had ever loved anything in their entire lives. Who would pour his everything into truly and entirely loving someone as much as he could. Lan Zhan would do it, Lan Qiren realised with mounting horror. He would teach himself to fly years before any disciple could possibly be expected to. He would leave during a snowstorm, on a journey with which he knew his much older brother struggled. He would do all that, to try to save a child he had never met but knew was in pain somewhere. And the gods alone knew what would become of a child like that, still so young, on a sword that had no alignment to him, in weather that wasn’t fit for even a grown cultivator to be out in. “We have to widen the search,” Lan Qiren heard himself saying.

The fanfic is really cute and sad at the same time, Lan Zhan is so stubborn he really left his sect to find his soulmate even though he is a child

[izloveshorses]

i loooooove being a peeta mellark girlie i loooooove being correct i looooove being on the right side of history i loooooove having love in my heart

[hachise]

[madeofjules]

Most "down bad" Katniss moment that's rarely mentioned:

Not only refusing to use a different ladder than Peeta but literally standing on the same rung as him because any amount of space between them is Too. Much.

[fearfulandhungry]

[geminicafe]

if your first reaction to someone sharing an opinion about sunrise on the reaping that differs from the majority is “oh you’re falling for propaganda!! you’re just as bad as a the captiol!! you just don’t understand it at all!!” maybe you should take a closer look at what propaganda is.

[fungerisms]

O'saa doodle page cuz ive been playing as him and having him on my party a lot and hes just the coolest

[itsajollyjester]

"No I've got it!"

[ithildinwrites]

// kind of sotr spoilers?

whatever u do don’t think about haymitch spending time with katniss and she says or does something and for a second all he can see burdock everdeen and then he blinks and it’s back to his daughter

[charlunday]

If anyone is looking for a good, in character, non-basic art related career for modern AU Peeta Mellark to have in your fic, might I suggest putting this in your pocket: Scientific Illustration!

Now I am just a regular Illustration major, but that means I often cross paths with scientific illustrators, and here's the deal: just imagine Peeta Mellark spending his days obsessing over the tiniest detail of a leaf edge or neurotically mixing the exact shade for a highlight on a beetle's back. Peeta Mellark's artistic identity is something that's very important to me (translation: it's my pet peeve when people make him an abstract artist). Boy is a hard-core perfectionist, and I will die on the hill that if you're going to give him an art job, sci-ill is the perfect one.

[elegantponydreamersuitcase]

Just thinking about how Astrid was expected to marry someone from town but fell ell in love with and married a guy from the seam instead.

 Similar to how everyone expected Katniss and and Gale to get married eventually only for Katniss to fall for Peeta,the baker's son from town.

[syaolaurant]

The Vietnam Termina crew ☠️☠️☠️

We had lots of fun cosplaying Fear and Hunger: Termina party this November. This is my 3rd time as Marina but I still want to continue cosplaying her haha 😄

[starshakez]

art by @/cofl_onion !!

When I received this, I was absolutely speechless... I can’t even begin to express how happy this made me! This commission is everything I could have hoped for and more!! They’ve created something so beautiful for me once again and I couldn't be happier ♡

Taglist: the form is in my carrd or you can ask if you want to be added!!♡

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[kukopelli]

Nosramus orb pondering and a wip

[icepop680]

Thinking about how Haymitch and Katniss’s expositional styles actually represent them so well.

Katniss wants nothing more than to put her head down, ignore everyone else, but more importantly, save anyone the trouble of what she went through. In the epilogue, she is explicitly vague — we, as the consumers of her story — are not privy to that information.

And despite her reluctance in forming relationships (hers and Peeta’s, fifteen years of pondering before having kids) she has created a family, a new life, by the end of her story. She starts out as someone who does not ever want to marry, have kids, and has little drive to make friends. And by the end of her story, she has done all of these.

Haymitch starts as a lover, he has friends, family, neighbors, and a lover. From his first meeting with Wiress, Mags, all of his Newcomers, he wants so badly to love them — even if he doesn’t know it himself. He wants so badly to have what Katniss has, a peaceful life with those that he loves.

And obviously the arena was going to affect that, but no one in his life could have anticipated just how it would end.

By the end of Haymitch’s story, he only really has Peeta and Katniss (and their family). Lenore Dove, his family, friends, are all dead or lost in the wind. He is the one who ends up where Katniss wanted to be, few friends, no lovers, no (blood) family.

Katniss tries to distance herself so far from everyone because she doesn’t want to know them. She doesn’t want to know the names of Peeta’s brothers, because that’s just one more person to lose. Alternatively, she keeps Burdock and Asterid’s names private for the same reason as her children. We don’t get to know, it doesn’t add more context, and she has one more thing just for herself.

Haymitch is so defined by his relationships to others, he wants to be loved and to love others. Even with Clerk Carmine, he wants to be accepted, appreciated for who he is to Lenore Dove. He defines others to the reader to extend his love to the reader, welcoming us into his family.