#katniss is a witch

[folklauerate]

Witchy Everlark Oneshot Snippet!!!

[ashyblondwaves]

One of my favorite things in The Hunger Games is when Katniss is like, “Peeta was always staring at me.” Honey? You must’ve been staring at him too to have noticed that.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, major mentions of death and violence, spoilers, death of children, mental illness, mentions of previous torture. 

a/n: with the hunger games resurgance, I want to continue writing for these characters. I absolutely loved this series so much, it was an innate part of my teenage years. 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

🌿ESTP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Scorpio Sun, Aries Moon, Aries Rising  

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:    

Dance Me To The End Of Love by The Civil Wars (they featured on the song with Taylor Swift in the first movie)

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・You were never reaped, and never knew the personal/immediate experience of having to kill someone. However, your oldest brother was in the Hunger Games, a few years after Johanna. So, you knew the pain of losing a loved one. 

・Helping each other transition into a world where the Hunger Games no longer exists

・In a world where the Capitol doesn’t rule with an iron fist 

・After the events of Coin’s death, Katniss and Peeta go to district 12 to live out their days in peace

・Johanna still plagued by the torture and trauma she endured, didn’t know what to do. 

・No family, no friends, so she hid herself in the apartment that Commander Paylor gave to her (all living victors were given an apartment. But the catch was that they had to go through therapy)

・Johanna refused to go to the appointments. She was adamant that it was stupid, it wouldn’t help. 

・And she drowned in her own sadness 

・It took her 3 months to begrudgingly go to an appointment

・It was a group therapy session. Katniss and Peeta weren’t there as they lived in District 12 and didn’t live off of Paylor’s generosity

・It was a small group, and when Johanna looked around at the other victors, she saw herself. Hurt. Broken...the feeling of something that was taken and they could never get it back

・You were apart of the healers. Not a therapist, but a protegee underneath Ms Everdeen - yes, Katniss’ mother

・She shined in the Capitol; given the best treatment for everything she suffered 

・And you were lucky enough to be her assistant. 

・Learning the art of healing wasn’t easy

・But the opportunity was too good to let pass by 

・Ms Everdeen was a quiet woman, but when she taught, there was a light that began to shine. With each comment, lesson, tutorial and experience - she began to glow and glow. 

・But you soon learnt that bringing up either of her daughters was... bad. Her light dimmed whenever their names were mentioned; even talking about the plants was difficult for her. 

・She loved Prim, her youngest who looked like her. Who never judged her, only had love in her heart for everyone. Katniss was so distant, it felt like a death

・Johanna felt safe with Ms Everdeen. It was an interesting dynamic. She somewhat... stepped into a maternal role for the young victor. A role that Johanna desperately wanted filled but would never admit

・That’s how you met Johanna; in all her hardened exterior. Someone unloved but not unlovable. 

・Your relationship started off very clumsily; she saw you as another therapist - therefore an enemy. 

・You didn’t take much of a liking to her either 

・It was a conscious effort to be curteous 

・And Ms Everdeen pushed you toward Johanna

・Call it a mother’s intuition 

・And that intuition spurred a tight friendship. Johanna eased into your company (not without a fight) 

・You showed her moments into your world and in response, she displayed glimpses into her own

・And then you formed a tight bond. Best friends. Always doing things together, eating, spending all your free time with her

・You even inspired her to go to the therapy appointments 

・And although there were a few hiccups along the way, Johanna started to heal

・From then on she wanted to know what this new world had to offer

・ You both explored what the new Panem was, how Paylor had changed the old ways into something new. A united nation, where everyone reaped the benefits of food, shelter and safety. 

・There were no games after the rebellion. Paylor made sure of that:

   “We didn’t let people sacrifice their lives for a world where we go on sacrificing. We are one now. Panem will never be the same.” 

・Now with a new sense of freedom, you saw a change in Johanna. You knew what it was - hope

・This newfound hope made Johanna realise that ... she could do whatever she wanted. There wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t. She had survived. 

・The very next hour, she had walked right up to you and kissed you fiercely 

・It wasn’t the best place to snog; right in front of Ms Everdeen, but when you pulled apart you glimpsed over at her and saw her smile 

・Being with Johanna is like the like winter. Having a fire to keep yourself warm is cosy but when it gets out of hand - it will leave you with nothing but ashes. 

・You moved in together, a three bedroom apartment that wasn’t too far from Ms Everdeen’s place. You both felt too guilty leaving her.

・Once there was a time that you invited Peeta and Katniss to come and stay, but Peeta wrote back that Katniss wasn’t ready. 

・As a partner, Johanna is hot-headed but also playful and teasing

・She loves ruffling your feathers (never too much though, she never wants to push you away)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔  

Complete And Utter Badass, Rather Monstrous (Johanna) x Their Ray Of Light Who Has Them Wrapped Around Their Finger (You)

Confident & Flirty (Johanna) x Has Never Been Flirted With Before, Thinks They're Just Being Nice (You)

Snarky Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆  

You Make Me Want To Be A Better Person

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖

At first it was your last name. She would say it with such coldness, and unkindness. A forced tone that she used. On the outside she hated you, and yet on the inside... she had a burning passion for you. Through the progression of your relationship, you could tell how she felt about you with how she said your last name. 

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆

Acts of Service and Quality Time. 

Johanna hates all that sappy lovey-dovey talk, and she’s still healing with the aspect of physical touch. So the way she shows her affection is through doing things for you and spending time with you. And then she starts to do those little signs of affection; kisses on the cheek, moving hair out of your face, wiping any food from your mouth etc. PDA is pretty much a no no. But when someone tries ANYTHING with you, then she will kiss you so hard, showing that you’re hers. She’s very protective ... well possessive, over you. 

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・The first few times you had sex with Johanna, it was angry sex. The kind where you barely kiss each other, and the headboard is banging, and it doesn’t last too long. Then afterwards it’s not spoken about

・It was difficult, in all honesty. Because you felt used

・But Johanna was trying to hide a part of herself. A deeper part that she’s hidden behind a wall of imenetrable steel. A wall only she can knock down. 

・So it took time - 

・But in that time, you expressed your discomfort at the lack of a deeper connection

・And your relationship was put on hold for a bit until Johanna could open up to you. 

・Your relationship progression made sex more and more softer, intimate, slower. 

・She wasn’t so rough

・And you realised she would barely kiss you during sex. But now, with her walls down, she couldn’t stop kissing you 

・Johanna’s lips were warm, but still with an edge of savagery. Nips here and there, she loves leaving marks, bruises, and hickies.

・She likes leaving them where other’s can see - 

・Johanna needs people to know that you’re taken

・A big thing with her is foreplay. She loves making you whine, beg for more. 

・SHE LOVES TO TEASE

・Sex toys? Yes. Vibrators, strap ons, dildos, anal beads etc. She would own the lot (and you guys keep everything in your ‘sex’ drawer)

[disgurrr]

Just a thought, please comment if you think I'm wrong, but when Katniss came to Peeta's defense against Haymitch. Yk where she draws the knife between his fingers to warn him to never touch Peeta. I feel like at that moment she was drawing her knife against Mrs. Mellark. In her mind, it's Haymitch but also Mrs. Mellark. Like in some way, it's payback for Mrs. Mellark hitting this kind-hearted boy. She's letting out that anger she might have felt towards Mrs. Mellark in this scene. There's something so personal in this part.

Just a thought.

[waywardangel-wilds]

Cyclamen

I've decided to make this a short story with maybe 3 chapters. I finished the first one:

“Oh hush, you.”

“Stranger tales have been woven.”

“What can a no-good fool know about such things,” the woman hmphed, “To speak of them.”

“I may be a fool, but I’m no less wiser,” the man winked. His eyes were riddled with cataracts, but they sparkled. The children huddled close by; their little heads eagerly tilted with the promise of a story.

“Papa, please tell us,” One of them begged, her little hands pulling insistently at the old man’s knee. “Please!”

“You’ve done it now,” his wife turned back to her knitting needles.

“Well, it’s as they say. Once, long ago, on a winter night just like this one, old man Everdeen heard it.”

“What did he hear?” one of the youngsters gasped.

“Three knocks,” he whispered and slowly, so slowly, brought a fist aloft.

“One,” he struck his knuckles against the arm of his chair.

“Two,” the children’s eyes followed his every movement.

“Three.”

The howling winds were ferocious that night. They screamed and scratched against the walls, rattling the window shutters, and pushing up against the door. The cold was like no other. The cruelest winter in three generations. With it, hunger and illness stole in, unwelcome guests to every household, perfumed with the stench of death.

The house was small, a cottage of just one room. There was a fire, a table for eating, two beds, and nothing else. That was all there was, in those days. All there could be.

Old Man Everdeen had a wife and two children. Two lovely daughters, one fair and golden and one bronze and ebony. He loved them, dearly. They were all he had. He would have done anything, sacrificed anything, his health, his life, his sanity, but that was not what the bear wanted from him.

Old Man Everdeen had a daughter made of iron. She took care of him and their family without complaint. Every day, without fail since the mineshaft took his legs. It troubled him, to be so useless, to be cumbersome. But his daughter, his lovely daughter, she was as radiant as the sun.

That evening, desperation was their guest. The cupboards were bare, and the coal would run out. The wind kept screaming, screeching, all around, as they huddled close to the fire. Waiting. For death? For an unknown guest?

And then it came.

The knocks were heavy. Final. They sucked the air out of the room and hushed the blizzard. He ceased breathing.  Even the mice paused. It came once, twice, three times.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Papa,” his youngest daughter whispered. “Who’s there?”

“Everdeen,” the voice spoke inside his mind. “Everdeen. We must all pay our debts.”

His iron daughter stood.

“No!” he reached out, but she was a step too far. “Katniss!”

“They might need our help,” she replied earnestly. Innocently. Kindly.  He would have stood if he could. “I’ll be alright, Papa.”

“Everdeen,” the voice spoke to him again.

His daughter’s feet whispered against the floorboards. She never made a sound. His little lynx. She was his little hunter, his little Katniss bloom. She already had twenty summers, but to him, she’d always be his toothy girl, bobbing in the river, all sharp knees, and elbows, shouting Papa! Papa! Look what I can do!

The door creaked open, but only slightly, to keep the cold air out. His daughter gasped and scrambled backwards, tripping over a chair. She fell hard on the ground, but that was the least of their concerns. The door swung open as flurries of snow blanketed the wooden floor. His wife cried out at his side and his other daughter screamed. But he didn’t make a sound. Somehow, he had known. He’d always known things would end like this.

The white bear took one step and then another into the house. It stared at him, unblinking, with eyes the color of the northern sea. Yes, he’d known, how could he have forgotten? We must all pay our debts.

“You are a poor man, Everdeen.” The bear spoke to him alone. “What have you for me?”

“Nothing,” he whispered in reply, to his wife’s bewilderment.

“Spruce?” she asked, staring at him as he remained calm before the bear. She stood, shaking, but with their youngest hidden behind her. “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Ah!” His eldest daughter screamed, rushing up behind the bear with one of their hunting knives above her head. It was reckless and desperate, but just like her to try and protect him once more.

“Stop!” he exclaimed, and she did. She stood wild-eyed and panting, the knife still brandished in her hands. “It means no harm.”

The bear turned its large head and gazed down at his daughter. She stared back defiantly but she was afraid. And how couldn’t she be? With a bear in their home and a debt to pay?

“I have nothing.” He insisted once more. “No gold, no riches, not even bread to break. Oh, Great Northern Bear, have mercy on my family, and take me alone.”

“What?” His wife shouted just as his eldest daughter gasped.

“You are an honest man.” The bear spoke again without moving its jaws. It remained speaking to him exclusively. “But my master demands fair payment all the same.”

“I understand,” he nodded and closed his eyes. “Please, Great Bear if you must strike me down, allow my family the peace of ignorance. Do not take me here.”

“Your life is not payment enough, Everdeen.”  The bears’ words rocked him to his core. “You must give me your greatest treasure. From your two daughters, chose one, so I might take her with me.”

“Never,” he declared. “Strike me down where I stand, but never, not my daughters.”

“Papa!” His youngest exclaimed.

“You are a poor man, Everdeen.” The bear repeated. “Give me your eldest daughter and I will bathe you in riches. Your wife and child will have enough to eat for the rest of your days. But you must give me the eldest Everdeen, and never see her again, so your debt will be repaid.”

He choked on a sob, “No.” He insisted. “Take me and wipe my old debt clean and never darken my door again.”

The bear made a growling noise and turned its great head once more. His daughter gasped and he knew, it spoke to her alone.

“Katniss,” he begged. “Don’t.”

His daughter took her time straightening her spine and putting down her knife. She fixed her hair. She glanced at the bear once and strode up to her mother.

“I love you,” she whispered and embraced her once, doing the same to her sister a moment after.

“Katniss,” his voice turned desperate. “Please.”

She came up to him last. He was sequestered to the sofa unless someone else moved him first. She embraced him and his sobs escaped. His daughter was made of iron, and he knew nothing would bend her.

“Goodbye, Papa.” She whispered, squeezing his shoulders. “I love you.”

“Katniss!” He cried after her, his voice bouncing off against the walls long after she was gone.

[incorrecthungergamesquotes]

Katniss: You’re the only one who understands me.

Johanna: Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I care.

[little-lynx]

PEETA’S PEARL

My wonderful friend @katnissdoesnotfollowback requested a sketch of anything I want to sketch and “wherever the muse takes me” via my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun. I had sooooo many and sooooooo different ideas and plans! But when I opened a new canvas today my hands just started to draw these two cuties. Because I missed them and this story so much. So who knows, maybe this will be a little help for your inspiration ❤️

“Pearl,” I say softly, and I’m already convinced that even if she hates it, that’s it. That’s the one. Besides, I’m talking to a cat. It’s not like she actually understands what I’m saying. Still, the words tumble out, as though I need to justify my reasoning.

“There was this port we stopped in one time. When I was fresh out of boot camp. Noisy and crazy. A riot of colors and all these smells of spices. I’d never seen anything like it before, you know? And there was this old woman. A pearl diver, selling her pearls right there on the docks. She tried to sell me one. A gray pearl. She was pretty insistent, but I didn’t have the kind of money for something that rare and beautiful. She kept saying my future depended on it. On having that luminous, untouchable pearl. You… you make me think of that pearl.”

The cat sits, facing me, her forelegs straight and firm, her tail swishing across the sheets as she stares unblinking at me.

“Pearl,” I say again and she rises up, prowling back towards me and inserting herself under my palm. / / Spellbound by @katnissdoesnotfollowback

[ngs991-2]

My brain is so twisted.

It gave me a plot bunny I'll never get around to, so here you go.

The Hunger Games: Jurassic Park Edition

Yes, I am imagining Katniss and Peeta in this version.

If you use this plot bunny, please send me a link so I can read it.

[folklauerate]

witchy everlark au snippet

The locals said the town of Nightlock was haunted.

The bookkeeper who swung by his bakery to welcome him to the neighborhood told him about how every night before a full moon, it would always, always be foggy, but when the full moon dawned, the sky would clear. His neighbor, a petite, bustling woman named Delly Cartwright, regaled him with stories over biscuits and tea she brought over to his house, telling him of the time it continued to rain in their town, even as the rest of the county faced a drought, or how the snow would always fall starting in mid-November, every year, without fail, and how it would seemingly vanish overnight by April, every year, without fail. He met townspeople at the trailhead on the hike he set out to tackle one Sunday, an old couple, Mags and Beetee, who told winked at him and informed him that the birds were chirping today, it was a Sunday, and wasn't it a good thing he didn't come into the forest on Saturday, when they stayed quiet?

It was like this for his entire first week; tale after tale, anecdote after anecdote, detailing the little oddities of the town. Even those he assumed might be the biggest skeptics were believers;

The town sheriff, Haymitch Abernathy, swung by his bakery one morning, taking a box of pastries and a large box of coffee to go, to take back to the station. They'd exchanged pleasantries--that is to say, Peeta made small talk and Haymitch grunted in response--and Peeta had assumed that would be that before Haymitch had turned around, despite being halfway out the door, and fixed him with an intense stare.

"In case no one's told you, don't wander around outside after dark on March 15th," Haymitch said. "Welcome to the town, kid."

Peeta had been frozen in mild shock, almost missing the timer he'd set to pull a tray of cheese buns out of the ovens.

Still, that had been part of the reason he'd moved to Nightlock. The charming oddities were all part of the lore, the town and its superstitions part of the stories his father had told him growing up. So what if the entire town seemed to think they were host to some supernatural spirits?

Peeta didn't believe in fairytales.

[i-am-sassy-rogue]

It’s not even analysis or any of sort but... what kind of reason to dislike female characters is to point out they are “actually” ugly?

It happens frequently in both Elia Martell and Sansa Stark discourse written by antis as somewhat an evidence for them not being important, good people or some mix of that. 

MCU Scarlet Witch portrayal by Elizabeth Olsen is critized (among many others) of whitewashing (correctly) and... for actress being not pretty enough. Or, to quote my “fave”: having fuckin’ nasty face of r*tard (wow, congrats on ableism)

 In top ten what is annoying about Elsa number 11 is her being ugly. To make matter worse, actually real problem when she almost killed her sister when she was an adult (strike her with her powers and then threw out of palace without any further thought) is on place 21.

Few people on Witcher wikia pointing out that Yennefer can’t be good fit for Geralt (book, game and show wise) because without magic she would be really horryfying to look at...?

Katniss is, indeed, strong fighter, complicated character and et cetera, but for certain Reddit discussion she can’t be called best female character of decade because she’s “far from pretty”.

Frost from Mortal Kombat 11 is written to be hate sink of sort (yes, I do like her, but that’s not the point): betrayed her master (beloved by fandom Subzero) for power, is incredibly arrogant and self-centered. But most common criticism? You guessed it.

Yue from ATLA among being called annoying, useless and weak, huge part of antis bring in her looks as another “flaw”.

Before writing “ooh, everyone has different beauty ideal, what do you expect?” - that’s not my point. Even if all these characters above were atrocious in looks, what kind of reason to dislike the character is that.

And if you feel urge to point that Katniss/ Yen/ MCU Scarlet Witch/ Frost/ any of the ladies are awful no matter their looks, that isn’t point of this post.

Also, yes, male characters are not immune to this, althought it’s certainly goes far more often about them being “not masculine enough”. Just scroll through Samwell Tarly criticism. And then compare it to S@ndor Cl3gane/T^rion L@nnister criticism AND defence against said criticism.

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬/𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 (as Artemis/Diana has no offspring only variants are suitable)

These women range from being fierce, to independent, to skilful. But they wouldn't be a true variant of Artemis if they didn't have a soft spot for animals. The majority aren't really interested in romance, but in creating and holding freedom for themselves and their people. They are fighters; soldiers, but also leaders, and people to look up to.

𝑌𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎

𝐸𝑜𝑤𝑦𝑛

𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒

𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑠

𝑁𝑒𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑖

𝐿𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎

𝐵𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑎

𝐹𝑎𝑤𝑛

𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠

[autisticcharactershowdown]

BRACKET 1, ROUND 15

[jhsgf82]

A Mouse Tail: Warm Hearts & Nose Kisses

For @rosegardeninwinter​

Dearest Cate,

I’m working on finishing this for you birthday, though I might not succeed before the end of the day. In the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy these snippets. I hope you’ve had a lovely day!

Snippets of Chapter Three (working title, either The Date or True Love, depending on whether I add one more chapter or not): 

Peeta’s POV

I do not know why Katniss has agreed to go on a date with me‒me, a cursed man who turned up naked in her bedroom claiming to have been her pet mouse–but I’m counting my lucky stars. It takes a special kind of person to break the spell cast upon me, and to believe such a fantastical tale as I told her, but I always knew Katniss Everdeen was extraordinary. In my wildest dreams I never expected any of this to transpire.  

While my fate seemed sealed, things are definitely looking up. Time may not be on my side, but apparently, magic is. I now have a fairy godfather watching over me, and he has agreed to help me win Katniss’s heart. Or, at the very least, dress me for the part. Naturally, I was skeptical of Cinna at first‒and why shouldn’t I be after what I’ve experienced? But thus far, Cinna has proven himself to be a benevolent entity. The second part of my stepmother’s curse, earning the love of my fair maiden, will be far more difficult than procuring a kiss from her in mouse form, and so I can use all the help I can get. 

*** Exhausted from transforming from a tiny mouse back into myself and fuzzy-headed over my encounter with Cinna, I finally return home. I’ve been away for what feels so long, and like all voyagers, I half-expect home to look different, somehow. But it doesn't. It’s exactly the same. I stumble up the steps of the bakery on my still wobbly legs (my bad leg is particularly bothering me), and I’m unsure what I’ll find. Has my stepmother really gone? 

I’m surprised to find my father up at this hour; he’s seated at the kitchen table, his shoulders hunched. He looks up wearily as I enter, and I swear his jaw drops to the table. 

“Peeta,” he gasps. 

“Hello, father,” I croak, tears welling up in my eyes. It feels like forever since I’ve looked upon him as myself. He appears so much smaller... 

Well, of course he does, fool, I tell myself.  You were seeing him through the eyes of a rodent!    

“Peeta?” he repeats my name as a question, his strong jaw quivering, his own blue eyes filling up with tears. My father was never a man who couldn’t cry; although, he rarely did. 

He stands up suddenly, knocking his chair over in the process. It clatters against the floor. Before I can blink, he’s wrapping his arms around me in a fierce bear hug. I hug him back and let him sob against my shoulder. I’m crying, too, now. I’m sure he’ll have many questions for me once our emotional reunion is finished, but for now, I simply stay in his arms.  

Read on AO3 HERE 

[everlarkism]

… now I’m tempted to write more witch!peeta drabbles just because of the fic I made based on a prompt—

[angelicscorn]

Which fictional female is your favored?

Which fictional female is your favored?

Alita Battle Angel, Eleven, Black Widow, Ms Marvel, Kate Bishop, Supergirl, Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Hermione Granger, Selene, Quorra, Scarlett Witch, Katniss Everdeen or X23

Vote in the poll below https://angelicscorn.co.uk/which-fictional-female-is-your-favored/

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Song ask Hollis & Katniss & Prim?

6. Their sibling(s) — Mars, Sleeping At Last

We made our families proud / But scared at the same time / We promised we'd be safe / Another lie from the front lines

Send me an OC + a number