#fetal goat

[pacificremains]

Fetal goat! Oxidized skeleton.

[leecarolinemackey]

[moth-montage]

When John said "And I will get lonely, and gasp for air. And send your name off from my lips like a signal flare."

That's it. That's the post. Add that to the list of songs to listen to in the fetal position.

[cirrus-ghoulette]

More pregnant Copia thoughts since this is apparently my brand now-

Copia holding Mass. He's not stopping his Papal duties just because he's pregnant.

His old robe doesn't fit anymore, so he had a new one commissioned. It's still royal blue and gold, but it has a beautiful, intricate design of a black goat in the fetal position across his tummy.

Slowly pacing back and forth as he talks about the sin of lust, one hand supporting his back because you know he carries heavy.

When he's behind his pulpit, reading from the Satanic Bible, he has his free hand rubbing his tummy.

When he moves to the front pew to pray, he needs help getting down and standing up again. Normally it's Papa Secondo that helps ease him down, and there's a pillow placed down beforehand to save his knees.

After the sermon is over, he chats with siblings and Clergy members for a little while before excusing himself.

He steps into the sacristy, where three of his ghouls are waiting for him. One ghoul carefully removes his robes, one ghoul helps dress him in his comfy clothes, and a third is waiting with a carton of juice and a small snack tray. The three ask him how he's feeling, if he's hurting anywhere, what he wants to do now.

Most of the time, he just wants to go back to his rooms, watch a crappy movie, and cuddle with his ghouls.

[imkindaschizoidontknow]

I accidentally assaulted Clarisse

NEW SERIES ALERT

summary: A new girl at camp, but…. She’s different..

warnings: minimal swearing

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Ow. “Ow” is a onomatopoeia, I think, but it didn’t matter if I was grammatically correct, because I had just hit Clarisse La Rue in the head with a rubber axe during practice with the Stoll brothers, and she was now sitting on the ground in a fetal position, holding her head in agony, and staring at me with anger in her eyes.

“Oh my God” I muttered under my breath, as I slowly backed away. “Avery, come back, she’s, she’s not going to hurt you!” Connor Stoll pleaded, but then Clarisse began to get off of the grass and I sprinted towards the strawberry fields. I looked around frantically, trying to see if Clarisse was still following me, but then I caught a glimpse of Beckendorf scolding Clarisse, and I visibly relaxed. 

Okay, quick Backstory: two days ago I nearly got killed by a big bear-wolf thing. A goat-child told me that my mom fucked a Greek God and I’m the offspring. If that makes sense. I thought my mom was Hindu, can multiple Gods exist at once? Anyways, the goat guy brought me back to this cool camp and I got to talk to a horse man and a LITERAL GREEK GOD but he was an asshole so I don’t really care about him to be honest. Fast forward to now, this is my first day training, and I somehow managed to injure 5 people, including myself. 

I was sitting down under a tree, trying to catch my breathe after running a fricking marathon trying to not get stabbed by Clarisse, when I noticed one of the Stoll brothers coming up to me, Connor, was it? “Hey, Avery,” he greeted 

“My name is Aikaterini”

“…Can I call ya’ Avery?”

“No”

“Fair enough,” he nodded, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” I responded “She’s just… She’s terrifying” and Connor chuckled.

“She’s not that scary, give her a chance, she’s tolerable” he said, and gave me his hand to take to get up off of the dirt, and I took it and dusted off my pants when I was off my butt, “She wants to kill me” I retorted and Connor grimaced. “Stay outta trouble, okay? And be careful”, I nodded and he offered a hand on my shoulder as comfort before heading off somewhere to scold an Ares kid, or kill a small child, one of the two.

I awkwardly walked to the Hermes cabin, in which I was staying in, since my father hadn’t claimed me as yet. I hope he does. I heard a lot of undetermined kids get stuck at the Hermes cabin because their bitch-ass parents didn’t claim them. Anyways, I was like, an Inch away from the cabin, before the boat goy came up to me, wait, no that didn’t sound right, anyways, he came up to me, “Chiron needs to talk to you” he said and he practically dragged me by my arm towards a big building “Who’s Chiro- woah! Okay, so I guess I don’t get to say no”

We arrived inside the building and I paled at the sight of the old horse guy. “Aikaterini Balakrishnan, how are you? Getting along well with the rest of camp?” I could tell that he was trying to make conversation, but I couldn’t focus when there was a 7-foot centaur standing infront of me “I… uh… yeah” was what I managed to choke out before glancing around the room, and noticing that the asshole of a Greek God was sitting at the table, with a irritable look on his face and I rolled my eyes.

The centaur sat down on his hind legs and offered me a seat at the table, where I noticed that they were playing a card game “You’re playing Pinochle.” Chiron raised an eyebrow “Why, yes, do you know how to play?” “Yeah, my mom taught me, well, actually, she taught me Bezique, but I taught myself how to play Pinchole” Chiron nodded in approval “You know how to play Bezique as well, that is quite impressive for a girl your age” I blushed in embarrassment, “Yeah, I guess, why did you call me in here?” “Ah,” he put down his pack of cards and looked at me.

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” He asked

“Friday” I responded confidently

“Yes!” He clapped his hands excitedly and I squinted my eyes “Huh?” Mr. D groaned and stepped out of the room, and Chiron waved him away “Don’t take him on. Tomorrow is Friday! Which means we are playing capture the flag!” He explained and I pursed my lips “You guys actually do things in this place besides trying to impale people or set people on fire?” And Chiron grimaced, “Now now, girl, what happened yesterday with Chelsea was a mistake, she was just trying to make a sword and her hair caught on fire, it was a, what is it you children say now-a-days? No biggie” I raised my eyebrows “So why don’t you go find a group to be apart of, huh? Get out there, make some friends, I heard you were training with the Stoll brothers, cheeky bastards, aren’t they?” I furrowed my eyebrows “No, no, they aren’t cheeky, they seem really nice” I said and Chiron chuckles, “That is until they steal a family heirloom from you” “Why would they steal from me?” Chiron seemed suprised I didn’t know about these things, “Aikaterini, their father is Hermes, the God of thievery” “I thought he was the God of messengers?”

Chiron looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face, “Has your mother not thought you anything about your roots?” “Not really, I’m Hindu, I grew up believing in Hindu Gods, now, I don’t know what I believe.” If my mother knew that, that Greek Gods are real, and not just fiction, then why would she grow me up with a religion?” “I am sure your mother had her reasons, that of which, I do not know, but you will come to find out anyways, now, I’d like you to meet some people, if that’s okay with you,” I nodded. Chiron called the goat boy, in which I learnt his name, being Grover, into the room, “Yes?” “It would be appreciated if you could kindly locate our respective leaders, those being one for Team Blue and another for Team Red." Grover nodded and came back into the room shortly with a two girls, a pretty one, with long box braids, and then Clarisse.

“Ladies, we have a new camper joining us, I’m sure you have seen her around, I am going to be making a public announcement soon, tomorrow, before the tournament, but for now, you can introduce yourself to her, and maybe recruit her to your team,” Chiron smiled and I looked at them and awkwardly waved, “Hi, uhm, hi Clarisse, sorry for hitting you, uhm, at- at the uh, the ace throwing thing, sorry” I swallowed nervously “My name is Aikaterini, it’s long, I know, you can call me, Kat, or whatever” my voice cracked and I made a mental note to hit myself in the head with a bat later.

“Hi, I’m Annabeth, I’m blue team leader” “You’re not joining the red team”

“Clarisse.” Chiron butted in, “Atleast see what she can do before you make a decision, now go on, bond, I want to finish this game of Pinochle.” We left the building and Annabeth made conversation “So, do you have any special training? Or any training at all?” “Uhm, I can do kumon?” Annabeth looked at me, a puzzled look rested on her face “What is that?” “It’s like… maths” and Clarisse snorted, Annabeth glared at her, “I mean, physical combat. Do you know any form of self defence?” “I, I can dance?” Clarisse butted in “Yeah, no, Annabeth, you can have her on your team.” I looked down in embarrassment, God, I wanna go home. “What kind of dance can you do? Ballet?” “Kuchipudi,” “Okay, I don’t know what that is, how hard do you have to train for that?” “Not as hard as ballet, probably, but if you saw me do it you would be terrified” “You can’t be any scarier than any monster I’ve ever fought, if you put the same energy that you put into dancing into training, then you’ll be a pro in no time” 

I smiled at her, she was nice, unlike Clarisse, who was walking away, I didn’t mind though, being on the blue team seemed like the better choice. I guess we’ll see how the tournament goes tomorrow, but for now, I’m going see if I’m any good at hand-to-hand combat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hey guise 😁 I hope you enjoyed the first part of this Pjo fandom seriesssss 💗💗 nones of the characters in this stories except my oc’s (Aikaterini Balakrishnan) that were used in the story so far are mine. I wanted to add a Desi character to this story because they don’t get enough recognition 💗💗 Please lmk what you think about this in the comments and lmk what else you would liek to see in this series 💗 idrk where I’m going with this but I am not gonna let this story go to waste, I’ll try to get it done but I got school and stuff so 😪😪 thanks for reading 💗

[hellmersy]

More "Soap is like... 23..." blurbs bc that first post was pretty popular all things considered.

Soap listens almost exclusively to Niki Minaj, Doja Cat, Ashniiko, Kim Petras and Charlie XCX.

The 141 is at their wits end.

Ghost is constantly horny because Soap is shaking his ass everywhere, Alejandro is horny because every time they visit Rudolfo also begins shaking his ass (with Soap), Price has seen far too many men twerking for it to not have long term effects on his mental health (Gaz joined in once and he nearly had a heart attack).

Valeria has had to suffer through multiple calls about this with Alejandro and Ghost. And it's not like she can do anything, they just call her to rant. She's gone through a lot of wine lately and Dominic is worried for her liver.

Laswell is one part enjoying the chaos, mostly suffering. These men are supposed to be the deadliest combat specialist in the world but by God a few twinks move their hips in back'n'forth and suddenly they're in the fetal position.

Price once took a call from the fucking President of the United States, and the two just sat in silence while "Throat Goat" by Kim Petras played and half a dozen men danced voluptuously in the background before they said "Never mind" and hung up.

[uwusillygirl]

sorry but @gingertumericlemon’s white snow is actually GOATed and i am literally lying fetal in my bed on a thursday morning over it. like i am having a weep.

[angelofdykeness]

*rocking around in fetal position, muttering * she's my goat. she's my goat. she's my goat. she's my goat. she's my goat. she's my goat. she's

[torushawty]

KARMA’S WiPS / REQUESTS!

╰┈➤ REMiNDER: hi! on here, will be anything i‘m currently workin' on, whether it’s wips, requests, or thirsts 'n since my memory is horribleeee this’ll help me out ! requests sent in my ask box via kazushawty are from most recent to old. some thirsts may turn into fics if i really like them :> last edited 9/28

JUJUTSU KAiSEN.

• current fics in progress:

#MANEATER CERTIFIED feat. toji fushiguro

type: smut request | content: femme fetale reader who has to kill toji for money. song reference: the weeknd’s six feet under. progress: not started on au: modern

FANTASIZING FREAK feat. gojo satoru

type: smut request | content: you give that p*ssy to gojo 9 to 5, 5 to 9 progress: not started au: modern au. sneaky link. based off ariana grande‘s unreleased single: fantasize

THROAT GOAT feat. suguru geto

type: smut | content: no plot yet. geto’s your dentist blah blah idk progress: not started on au: modern

SAID IT’S HER FIRST TIME feat. choso kamo

type: smut request | content: you and choso are both v!rgins. wanting to take relationship to the next step, choso’s shy at first but turns into a needy desperate mess. progress: not started on. au: modern

FASHION KILLA feat. nanami kento

type: smut request | content: model reader invites nanami to a fashion show. asks him to finger her in the private cabin with one of her outfits on. progress: not started on. au: modern / model industry! au

NO GUIDANCE feat. toji fushiguro

type: smut request | content: reader trying to make toji jealous after an argument and they fuck. progress: not started on. au: modern

PARTYNEXTDOORNEIGHBOR feat. gojo satoru

type: smut request | content: apartment neighbor gojo who sees you playing with yourself on your balcony and “helps you out.” progress: not started on. au: modern

[thesiblingsoftheblackandwhite]

And Now Back to Your Regularly Scheduled Program

[[PHYSICAL ABUSE, IMPLIED STARVATION, SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, SLIGHT ANIMAL GORE]]

He was trapped again.

It happened more often now. It was no surprise. He was too tired to keep running. His legs ached down to his hooves. He fell against a frigid wall into a fetal position, hugging his knees.

I’m sorry.

It’s for nothing. Apologies never worked before. They wouldn’t magically get him forgiveness. What had he done? It had something to do with Wiggog Y’wrath this time. He had said. But what specific offense he had broken was lost on him. That had been days ago.

Silence buzzed. He clamped both hooves over his furry ears and shut both eyes. The yellow made him sick. It made his vision spin and stomach turn. Or maybe that was the hunger. He hoped Bliklotep had found some food for himself and their baby brother without his help either way. They needed it.

He forces his mind away from food when his midsection pangs again. He presses his legs closer. Just a week. Just a week, not multiple, since he hadn’t been too mad. When he was really mad, he would get hit and bruised. Or left for longer. But it hadn’t been like that in months.

I won’t…do it again…

A spider crawls down his arm. It tickles his fur. He looks up to meet its red eyes.

…Hi.

He blinks. Then the spider’s corpse lays next to his leg. It trembles, turned over and tiny guts spurted across it’s open belly. Its blood burns beneath his hoof. He…he didn’t mean to kill it-

Tinky pants, eyes shooting open. No yellow. There’s no yellow, just darkness. There’s none, he’s OK for now, and there’s a weight on his chest that’s making it hard to breathe, what is it-?

Wiggog Y’wrath breathes evenly. Wiggly. He had fallen asleep hugging him.

Wiggles, get off-

Though he doesn’t push him away with much effort. T’noy copies his brother’s slow breathing. He reaches up a hand to move his hair out of his face with a sigh, heart pounding in his ears.

Yeah, I’m-

The hand brushes Wiggly’s hair back.

-Glad you’re here, too.

From where he’s pinned down, Tinky twists his head around to take in more of his surroundings. His eyes widen at the yellow he can spot in the dark. Fear sharpens. In a knee-jerk reaction, he reaches out and snatches it from the floor.

…Oh.

It’s the goat plushie Esme had taken. Tinky examines it. There’s nothing strange about it. Or malformed. It looks exactly the same.

Huh.

Deciding that he’s too tired to question it, he presses the goat to his side, rests his other hand on Y’wrath’s shoulder, and closes his eyes.

Still dark. No yellow.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Ride the Cyclone Kids and The Bus

as in: the bus they have to take to different shows

We got Father Marcus behind the wheel ✌️✌️

Y’all know that kinda old TikTok where those kids are chanting “DADDY’S MONEY” at this rich-looking bus?? That’s them

THIS TIKTOK

THEM WHEN THEY SEE A NICER BUS

Okay, so Ocean? HORRIBLE car sickness

She’s fine for the first twenty minutes, but half an hour in, you can find her in the front seat like

She doesn’t talk that much during bus rides because she’s doing her best not to vomit everywhere

Everyone else is just vibing

The day before the trip, they have some kind of competition to see who gets playlist rights for the ride

EVERYONE wants to win that right

Mischa personally puts together a FOUR DAY MIXTAPE for his playlist

(They aren’t even in the bus for that long)

But he’s playing the most OBNOXIOUS dubstep and incomprehensible rap possible

You simply cannot stop his party. Don’t even try.

Noel’s playlist is a lot of classical and French music, with some Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Britney Spears, and Dolly Parton thrown in there

Ricky’s playlist is mostly songs from video game soundtracks (LOTS of Pokémon, basically the WHOLE Undertale album, some Mario and Minecraft, stuff like that). Also probably some video game fan songs

Imagine stopping at red light next to a school bus full of choir kids and To The Bone by JT Music is blasting through the windows

Constance’s playlist is mostly pop. Probably has a bunch of AJR songs on it. Also Taylor Swift

Penny’s playlist is this mix of all different genres. It’ll go from the Hand Jive from Grease, to Hello by Adele, to Luke Bryan’s Country Girl????

Ocean’s playlist is a lot of show tunes, with some other genres splashed in there. Probably has Penelope Scott’s WHOLE ALBUM crammed on hers

Noel tries to sleep, but it’s usually too loud

He’ll rest his head against the window, and the bus goes over one (1) bump, and his head is smashed on the glass

He gets so embarrassed

Constance INSISTS that they play car games to pass the time

There’s Fortunately/Unfortunately!

Constance: Fortunately, I discovered that I have super strength!

Noel: Unfortunately, you have cancer

Constance: 😧

Or they’ll play that Alphabet Game where you have a category and have to come up with a word in that category from the last letter of the word that was said before your turn

Mischa: Dog!

Ricky, signing: Goat!

Noel: Turtle!

Penny: Emu!

Constance: Unicorn!

Ocean, piping up from her seat in the front: Unicorn isn’t a real animal

Penny ALWAYS calls out the cows she sees on the side of the road

She also likes to stick her head out the window whenever she gets the chance

Mischa gets Hereditary flashbacks because of this and hovers over her shoulder like a worried mother to make sure she won’t get hurt somehow

Ricky likes to just gaze out the window sometimes and admire the scenery while making scenarios in his head

Mischa is constantly switching spots and usually goes flying down the aisle because of it

Meanwhile, Ocean has gone from doubled over with her head in her hands, to curled up on the seat in the fetal position

She is SUFFERING

She’s a MESS, but somehow the moment they get to their destination, she’s perfectly fine?? It’s So Jarring

This video but it’s the Cyclone kids

In order: Ricky, Ocean, Penny, Constance, Noel, Mischa

[pinkhairandpokemon]

———

[Attached: A short clip… Blake’s Rotom phone is floating beside them, recording as they flee from something while riding on the back of a large, goat-like creature- Terrakion.

Rotom flips for a split second, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of what they’re running from- a massive, gray dragon, with a height that rivals any building or even mountain you’ve ever seen.

The beast lets loose a white-hot beam from its maw, reducing the ground to a charred black within seconds. Blake lets out an incoherent yell as a piece of rubble is shot in their direction. Rotom is hit, getting knocked out of the air and tumbling across the ground. It’d appear that Blake didn’t manage to avoid it completely, either- when Rotom looks up again, you can see them collapsed on the ground next to Terrakion. Thankfully, they’re alive, as soon enough they begin to push themself off the ground.

“Ugh…” Blake grumbles, placing a hand over their head. “Wh-where are the others…?”

“They’re fine,” the sound of Terrakion’s voice takes you by surprise as the Legendary rises to its feet. “But they won’t be if we don’t hurry and rejoin the fight, so get-”

He’s interrupted by an agonized cry erupting from Blake’s throat, and he glances down to see them curled up in a fetal position on the ground, clutching their head tightly like they’re in pain.

“Re-Reshiram-” they fumble out, squeezing their eyes shut. “I- I can h-hear it-”

“What?” Terrakion scoffs, urgently nudging their back with his snout. “Get up! We have to- GAH!”

Out of nowhere, Terrakion suddenly bellows, tossing his head back and beginning to stumble around aimlessly. “No, no-!” He growls, shaking his head violently. “I knew this would happen-! Argh!”

“Zz-zz-zzt!?” You hear Rotom chitter anxiously as it watches Terrakion slam its head into the ground, like it’s trying to shake something off that isn’t there. Both him and Blake continue to inexplicably flail around, frantically muttering something to themselves about a voice in their heads and begging it to leave.

“Reshiram…” Blake whispers sorrowfully right before their body goes limp. Both them and Terrakion fall eerily still for a brief, yet unbearably tense few seconds…

Then, you feel a chill run down your spine when both their eyes shoot open at once, radiating with a piercing, golden light. Just like that of the dragon’s you saw earlier in the video…

Blake begins to wobble up onto their feet, their movements monotonous like some kind of robot. With a terrified squeak, Rotom jumps back and abruptly ends the video feed.]

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[moth-montage]

Songs to listen to in a fetal position, part nine:

"We went to New York City in September. Took the train out of Manhattan to the Grand Army stop. Found the bench we'd sat together on a thousand years ago, when I felt so much love for you I thought my heart was going to pop. I wanted you to love me like you used to do."

[pacificremains]

Halloween Sale time! Long post ahead.

Macerated only -> (M) Beetle cleaned only -> (BC) Nature cleaned, may have dirt, hair, dried flesh -> (NC) Shipping (from WA, US) not included.

Skeletons:

Fish SOLD

Polydactyl cat with underbite (BC) SOLD

Angus calf, degreased except skull SOLD

Male GSD (M) SOLD

Stillborn goats (BC) SOLD

Gopher (BC) SOLD

Mouse (BC) SOLD

Skulls:

Coyote (BC) SOLD

Opossum (BC) SOLD

Calf with pathology (BC) SOLD

Chicken (BC) SOLD

Chicken with leg (BC) SOLD

Large lop rabbit (BC) SOLD

Dwarf breed rabbit juvenile (BC) 8 ea.

Male deer (M, NC) 8-45, SOLD

Male deer skull caps (M, NC) SOLD

Female deer (M, NC) 5-20, ask using colored dots

Moose female with incisors, cracked (M) SOLD

Elk female (NC) 25-40

Goat (M, NC) 8 & 30 (with jaw and incisors SOLD)

Sheep (M, NC) 8 & 18 (with jaw) SOLD

Cow (M, NC) SOLD

Pig (M) 8-30, ask using colored dots SOLD

Coyote, broken (M) SOLD

Kitten puzzle SOLD

Chicken puzzle set of 9 skulls SOLD

Bones:

Beaver lot (M) 15 PENDING

Bird (LEGAL) sclerotic rings (BC) SOLD

Cat legs, roadkill, may be missing bones (BC) SOLD

Cat spine, tail, and ribs, roadkill (BC) SOLD

Cat skull, roadkill, very broken (BC) SOLD

Cat bones and skull, broken (NC) SOLD

Chicken lot (M) SOLD

Cow (M, NC) jaw 5, sternum 3, vertebra 2, leg 3, others 1 ea. SOLD

Cow calf lumbar spine (NC) SOLD

Coyote lot from 3+ individuals (M) SOLD

Coyote lot (NC) SOLD

Deer lumbar spines (NC) SOLD

Dog stillborn lab lot from 3 pups SOLD

Elk (M, NC) pelvis 10

Elk (NC) lumbar spine SOLD

Fish vertebrae from huge arapaima (M) 3 ea. PENDING

Goat Boer kid lot (BC) SOLD

Goat adult lot (M) SOLD

Rabbit adult (M) SOLD

Rabbit baby (BC) SOLD

Preserved (wet specimens and mummified):

Rabbit pathological heart & lungs SOLD

Mink juvenile heart 8

Stillborn merle bulldog 215

Stillborn chocolate lab SOLD

Stillborn blue Frenchie 235

Fetal golden retriever SOLD

Fetal chihuahua mix SOLD

Tabby kitten fail to thrive SOLD

Amputated heeler foot SOLD

Kitten heart & lungs SOLD

Cat eyes (pair) SOLD

Cat tongue 6 ea.

Cat testicles (pair) 8 ea.

Kitten testicles SOLD

Kitten heart SOLD

Cat heart SOLD

Dog (Pekingese) heart SOLD

Stillborn LGD puppy heart 12

Stillborn LGD puppy tongue 8

Mummified nose and paw pads (Pekingese) SOLD

Kitten mummified nose SOLD

Stillborn kitten mummified skin SOLD

Stillborn kitten mummified ears SOLD

[promptsinpanem]

The Ribbon Binds

Summary: Katniss almost loses everything, but a simple gift given to her beloved sister reminds her that life goes on and that it can be good again, especially with Peeta by her side.

Rating: M 

Prompt: Round 3, Day 1 (Canon Items: Lady’s Pink Ribbon)

  A warm, humid breeze sweeps through the little house in the Seam as the late afternoon sun hangs in the west. Prim’s chattering to her ragdoll in the bedroom she shares with Katniss, and their mother hums in the kitchen as she mixes oil and flour from the tesserae with her hands.

The pink ribbon is hot in her damp hand, and Katniss shifts it to the other so she can wipe her palm dry. After all it took to get it, she doesn’t want to ruin the best gift she’s managed to find for her sister since their father died and everything changed. The ribbon is both extravagant and practical depending on how Prim chooses to use it. If she ties back her own hair, then Katniss will be pleased. More likely, she’ll tease the cat with it and turn it into a useless toy. Either way, Katniss vows not to criticize. This is a gift, and that means she doesn’t have a right to dictate how it’s utilized once it’s been given.

Prim’s face lights up like the face of the moon at its fullest. Smiling widely, she hugs Katniss and squeals her delight before rushing out to the pen behind the house and tying the pink ribbon around her pet goat Lady’s neck. Choking back her irritation, Katniss smiles fondly because this makes Prim happy, and there’s nothing more important than that.

****

Everything’s gray in District 13, no color anywhere, which is probably why Katniss can’t help wincing every time she glances at Prim’s leftover belongings that sit there on the countertop in the room they used to share.

The pink ribbon is there, tangled in among her hairbrush full of long strands of golden silk that Katniss can’t bear to pluck out and discard. The fact that it’s here in District 13 and not amid the ashes of District 12 is a clear indication that Prim was better than all of them and the last person who deserved to die. When Katniss asks Gale—which she manages to do only through gritted teeth and scalding tears—he confirms that Prim saved Buttercup and Lady as the district’s residents fled and only set her goat free when she realized that the forest would be a safe haven for a foraging animal.

Calloused fingertips run over the faded material and trace the frayed edges. Ragged nails and tough cuticles snag on the threads, and she has to pull her hand back to refrain from ruining it. There’s no reason to do this—no motive to preserve something that belonged to someone no longer living—but she can’t bear to part with it. Her father’s hunting jacket is a different story. It’s practical, at least. What will she do with a tattered ribbon that used to decorate the neck of an animal?

Her mother finds her there, curled in a fetal position and rocking back and forth on the floor. There’s no comfort, no empathy. Her mother can’t handle more than she’s already endured. Katniss doesn’t expect her to, but it doesn’t make her own grief any less painful.

Eventually, she falls asleep. When she wakes, the pink ribbon is nowhere to be found.

****

Peeta restores Prim to her, but not in any way Katniss imagines. One day he shows up outside her house and brings the sun back with him. Ashy blonde waves tumbling over his forehead, he holds primrose bushes in his hands and lets her know she’s not alone.

It takes a long time, months longer than most of the townspeople expect, but she’s never really done anything when another expects her to anyway. Even Haymitch gives the two of them looks designed to express his impatience. Unlike everyone else, Peeta doesn’t rush her, doesn’t push, and that’s probably why she trusts him as soon as she does. Then again, Peeta’s always been better than most people she knows, and, just like Prim, he deserves better than what the Capitol did to him.

When he moves in, he shares her bed. It’s the two of them against the world. They face life together—just as they did as tributes. It’s his idea to go through every room of the house and get rid of anything she hates, much of which she does simply because the Capitol provided it when she moved to Victor’s Village.

When she opens the box labeled only with a scrawled 13 on the top, she blinks against tears that refuse to stop flowing. Prim’s hairbrush is there, along with other little items that spark a million memories. She picks through them all, holding each one tightly before moving onto another. Each evokes both pain and joy.

She’s just about to close the box and put it back in the attic when she spies it—the ragged pink ribbon she thought she’d lost back in District 13. With trembling hands, she tugs it from under the other belongings and wraps it around her palm. She only unwinds it when Peeta leads her to bed and tucks her in with a gentle kiss to her forehead.

****

Peeta paints her with the ribbon in her hair. It’s silly and touching and sweet, and Peeta does it because he wants a visual representation of her with Prim. He’s thoughtful that way—always making life better with his special brand of creative calm. Working at the bakery keeps him busy during the days, but he trudges home through the snow-filled streets every afternoon and spends the evening with her. Sometimes they cook together. More often, he locks himself away in his art studio for an hour and then joins her by the fire. That’s how he finishes her portrait and surprises her with it as the snow falls outside and hot chocolate warms her insides.

Touched and humbled, she traces her fingers over the paint and marvels at the care and consideration he put into her gift. Just like he does everything. Exactly the same as he will with her when she gives him the signal.

She does that night. Looking at him with love shining in her eyes, she holds out her hand and leads him up the stairs and to their room. Clothes fall, skin is bared, and hungry lips find each other in a frantic rush. When he lowers her onto the bed, she welcomes him on top of her, inside her, under her. Moving with him, she moans into his ear as he pumps and thrusts and gasps her name. He smells of dill and cinnamon and tastes of cocoa and marshmallows.

When he rolls over, she rides him, rearing back and slamming down in desperation. She wants more, needs every part of him. His rough palms slide over her sweaty body. His fingers stroke and pinch until she can’t hold back the cry that tears from her throat. Pulsing around him, she rocks her hips. Her orgasm rolls through her, and she smears the evidence of her climax on his fevered skin.

Eyes closed, bottom lip caught under his teeth, pale skin flushed pink, wet hair sticking to his forehead, he digs his fingers into her thighs and arches his back. Heat floods into her, scalding her insides and claiming her as his. When she collapses next to him, he pulls her close and rakes his fingers through her hair. Warm and sated, she closes her eyes and gives thanks that she never has to let him go.

****

Their daughter is born nine months later. She’s perfect as far as both of them are concerned. With Peeta’s blue eyes and her dark hair, she’s the best of both of them and doesn’t deserve anything bad thing that might happen to her.

When she’s two weeks old and Katniss can finally put her down without fear of losing her, Peeta suggests a photo shoot. Of all the memories that war in her head, the birth of her daughter is one she wants to stick, so she agrees.

It’s Peeta who brings out the frayed, faded, pink ribbon and ties it around their daughter’s ankle. Balking at first, Katniss reaches for it, almost desperate to yank it free, but then the baby blinks open her eyes and looks right into her mother’s. They’re Peeta’s, but the blue is so similar to Prim’s that Katniss can almost imagine this child, the one she birthed, is her younger sister. The ribbon binds the past with the present and gives hope for the future. It’s a special moment, one she won’t ever forget.

Stroking over the material with her thumb, Katniss can’t help the single tear that escapes and trails down her cheek, but it’s one of joy. She shouldn’t criticize. However, Peeta wants to dress their daughter for the commemoration of her birth should be the way it’s done. Using the ribbon makes Peeta happy, and there’s nothing more important than that.

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Red Lights... the only thing that had been pulsating in and out. Flashing lights. Warning... warning... oxygen levels low. Oxygen levels low... oxygen-. The warning of the monotone female voice from the computer would read out for anyone who might be in distance to shut her up. A lifted whine of pain rolled onto Drake's side, sputtering a patch of blood curling into a fetal position. Everything hurt. It felt like his body is throbbing in pain. Where.. where is he? He didn't remember a whole lot. Just that... he remembered the accident. It happened only two months ago. He remembered the storm. The storm that came into his home that sunny dawn. Constables and Firemen about his home. Ambulances. They found 5 bodies. Three armed men, and two civilians. His life almost forfeit as well. Sent to a orphanage, life goes bad to worse. Sniffle. And a followed whine of pain.

Throbbing. His body throbbed badly. Dehydrated no doubt too. Rolling onto his sides, would the young boy notice he's not alone. A crowd surrounded him with a couple royal guards trying to keep the crowd at bay and not surrounding him. Drake pushed himself off of the floor to stave off the dizzy feelings. His expression dazed and confused.

"What's... going on?" The human mustered out.

'It spoke! Is that really a human? What's it doing here? Did it come from the airlock? It doesn't have a spacesuit on...' were some of the murmurs passing around the crowd at this point. Now, of course Drake isn't sure what they're referring to. He just woke up. Drake tries to stand up, only to fall bad down. Damn. He must've really did a number on his body teleportation. However he ended up here... he just wanted a escape from the orphanage. But, now, he's ended up in a even MORE awkward and unwanted scene. Until the gasps. 'It's the king! Move aside!' Exclaims of someone important must've coming through, where he noticed upon the crowd being gently pushed aside would be a larger... goat like monster. One of them. The one wore a crown with a couple star symbols on the top. Both had a light blue robe on with fluffy entrails in a circle at the bottom of their robes. Except the larger male one had a cloak around his shoulders. Aligned with stars that glowed a bit inside. He looked staggering. Intimidating even. He REALLY hoped he wasn't in trouble for being here...