#prim writes

[primrose-path-of-dalliance]

summary:

Old friends are moving to town. Caleb Widogast wishes he hadn't introduced Jester Lavorre to his past by mistake. (A Dresden Files AU.)

my @widojestsecretsanta 2023 gift for @firbolging!

[cringengl]

Realistically speaking, in a Hunger Games Stranger Things au, Jonathan Byers would be Katniss Everdeen.

[trashyvanillabean]

So far we've seen Dan Feng in these (at least most likely unreliable) narratives as this imposing, stoic and regal figure.

What if he was just as unhinged, possibly even more unhinged, than even the Trailblazer?

Everybody has their quirks, from the wild to the mundane. What's Dan Feng's quirk?

Voluntarily poisoning himself (for experiments).

When he was just a young'un, one of the first things he did when he visited the Alchemy Commission was deliberately let a snake bite him just so he could experience the effects of the venom. He was forbidden from being left alone in the medicine cabinets without a supervisor.

When Baiheng first visited Dan Feng for a lunch between actual friends, the sheer volume of her panicked screams would make you think she happened across a dead body. And of course she would scream at the sight of the nearly dead body of the Luofu's High Elder, keeled over on the floor just barely breathing from the poison in his lunch because he refused a food tester. And then she finds out Dan Feng knew his lunch was poisoned, and wanted to guess what kind of poison it was.

When it happened in front of Jingliu, she punched Dan Feng in the stomach hard enough to make him puke it all back up and carried him all the way to the Alchemy Commission.

Yingxing once went on a peaceful walk with Dan Feng in Fyxestroll Garden and listened to Dan Feng talk about botany and plants he recognized. (Haha, he's nerdy~)

He turns his head just for a moment to really appreciate some water lilies and lotuses; and when he returns his attention, Dan Feng is chewing on something.

Neither of them brought food.

Yingxing: "What are you eating?"

Dan Feng freezes like a cat caught in 4K.

Yingxing looks behind him and notices another brightly (and quite dangerously) colored flower bushes.

Not too long ago, Dan Feng was quite excitedly rambling about those specific flowers being poisonous:

Nausea and vomiting

Respiratory issues

High temperature

Chills

Headaches

Rapid and irregular pulse

Possibly hallucinations

Yingxing: 😱 "SPIT IT OUT!! SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW!!!"

Dan Feng: 👀

Dan Feng flees at 15 meters per second so Yingxing can't catch him.

And despite his best efforts, including stationing a Cloud Knight in every nook and cranny hidden somewhere on the Luofu, Jing Yuan failed to account for the random potted plants in the Seat of Divine Foresight.

Not a single one of them is medicinal, let alone edible.

Oh dear.

[shyjusticewarrior]

Thinking about Snow's curls and the "duck tail" at the back of Prim's shirt. Both have connotations of youthful innocence, but Snow lost his curls and Prim had her duck tail til the very end.

[endlessnightlock]

Any thoughts for 30. The box is empty?

In Panem a/u. Rated S for silliness.

"Say what you might, that goat has it good," Peeta says as he leans against the rail of the backyard fence, watching Lady placidly eat her hay.

"I guess," Katniss says. Why her boyfriend is putting that much thought into her sister's goat is beyond her. The only thought she puts into animals is whether they're worth trapping for a meal or trade. He says the most outlandish things sometimes.

"I wouldn't mind spending a day in her shoes," Peeta says, scratching Lady behind the ears.

Katniss snorts. "Don't you mean her hooves, you weirdo?"

"You know what I mean. But seriously! Listen, she gets to hang out in the sun. Prim brings her food or takes her out to graze. Her whole day is just no thoughts, box empty."

"What are you talking about?"

"No thoughts, box empty?"

Prim materializes seemingly out of thin air (she was actually standing at the back window, watching her sister and Peeta, waiting for a good time to interrupt them until two seconds ago), coming to Katniss's rescue. Well, her confusion's rescue anyway. "That's not how the expression goes. It's no thoughts, head empty. She's eating and being cute, and that's it. The breeze is blowing inside one ear and out the other."

"What?" Katniss asks. She still doesn't get it. Peeta scratches his head.

Prim sighs. The two of them are both in sort of a no-thoughts, head-empty space right now. But she can't blame them—young love and all that. If their heads are boxes, then those boxes are both empty.

[wolfywolfy]

I have 40,000+ words of a fanfic I'm not sure I'll ever publish -- but here's an excerpt from Astarion's "Favorite Lines" scene. I'm particularly happy with this chapter so far 😈

[vacantgodling]

on love and jealousy

wip: prim & provocative

character(s): narcissus spokes (she/her), myrtus spokes (he/him); mentions of tagetes gunn, iberis gunn, matricaria gunn, and lavendula calderon

finally decided to write something for narci because i wanted to figure her out more soooo have her and myrtie talking about their separation

tw(s): mentions of cheating and transphobia (not by either character but myrtus’s family has very rigid ideals of what a woman is that neither of them agree with)

“That’s not fair Myrtie!” Narcissus clutched the phone against her ear, sniffing grandly. She glanced up from where she was curled into herself at the side of her bed, at the large purple mirror hung on the wall. When she’d moved in, she asked her brother in law if he would put a bigger one in, to make the room feel more like her own; but staring back at her pitiful state like this was a torture all of its own. “That’s not fair of you to say that you never loved me. Every time you kissed my head, or bought me nice things because they made me happy, or called me pretty right to my very face was a lie then?”

“I never said I didn’t love you.” Despite wanting to stay angry, the even timbre of her separated husband’s voice over the line did wonders to calm her nerves. Maybe that’s why she was clinging to the phone so desperately; so desperate to hold onto any bit of him and the calm confidence he swept away with him when he left. It hurt her heart, yet it healed it. She was all befuddled.

“I did say that I don’t love you the way a husband ought to.”

“In what way do you love me then!” She cried. She kicked her feet, not that he could see it, and dislodged one slipper from her foot. It flew out and hid under the bed.

“As a sister.” Myrtus said gently. “As a friend.”

“Then what does Ris have that I don’t?” She cried. “Since clearly you love him more than just a ‘brother’ or a friend!”

You’re acting like a baby. The cruel voice in her head whispered. He has every right to leave someone as inconsolable and childish as you.

“I—“ Myrtus hesitated over the line, perhaps not wanting to insinuate her worst fears. But that was the problem with Narcissus, wasn’t it? She latched onto that hesitation like a falcon digs its claws into an unsuspecting rodent. “He does have something! I knew it! You can just say you never loved me—you’ve already gone and left me.” She spat. “I’m not sure why you’re trying to spare my feelings anymore, if I never mattered to you anyway.”

“Narci, that’s not it at all.” And despite how much she pushed him, Myrtus’s voice never wavered, never sounded cross or rose, and maybe that’s why she was staring back at herself in her silly wall length mirror so distraught. He was the one person who never seemed to become cross with her and yet somehow she even drove him away! It didn’t matter that he cheated; she could deal with that hurt to her pride as long as he stayed. It had been like a dream come true when Tagetes first told her that they’d arranged a marriage for her with the handsome Myrtus Spokes. A family friend for years and a man she remembered seeing around the family manor growing up. He and Iberis had gone to school together, and Narci never thought much of him, until that fateful day. And he’d smiled at her kindly and took her hand and said she’d be a beautiful wife and she wanted to sob all over again. She’d already wailed all the way here a few weeks ago, throwing herself into Tagetes’s side. And here she was, ready to wail again.

“Then what is it!” She demanded. “What is it about me that isn’t to your liking? Is it—is it my hair?”

“Your hair is lovely, Narci.”

“It’s not! Don’t lie to me!” She snapped. “It’s stringy and thin and, and, oh never mind that! Is it the way I dress? How I talk to people— oh I know I’m so chatty—“

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Narci.” His voice stayed even but even over the phone she could tell it was sharp. “And I’m sorry that this mess ever made you think that. You’re perfect.”

“But not for you!” Narcissus cried, and that was the crux of it. The line went silent for a long moment, the only sound being her helpless sniffs and heaves of cries that shook her body like a polaroid.

“No,” He finally said softly. “Not for me, not in that way.”

“But why!” She cried and she’d never cried so hard in her life. “Why?”

Myrtus let out a long sigh. “I didn’t want to tell you this, because I didn’t want to hurt you more.” If he were there, Narcissus knew he would run a hand rapidly through his hair, as he always did when he was particularly peevish about something. He still didn’t sound cross, just… uncomfortable perhaps. “But your brother and I have been in love for longer than you think.”

Narcissus could’ve guessed that. But she still bit. “Since when?” She asked miserably.

“Since we were boys, really.” Myrtus’s voice got quieter. “We began seeing each other when we went away to university.”

That she didn’t guess. She couldn’t have. She thought hard about the times that Iberis came home for breaks, and he never seemed particularly affected. Not around her, Tagetes (though, Getes probably knew, of course they did, they knew everything) or even their father, when he was still alive. They still seemed just as close but friendly as they always had. Nothing seemed amiss. Were there times they snuck away? Times where the soft lips Myrtus only deigned to grace her hand with pressed hard into Iberis’s neck or chest? Times where they went to town together and held hands like giddy young lovers that she never saw?

“Then… why…” Narcissus asked faintly.

Myrtus sighed over the phone line again.

“You know my parents.” Narcissus knew them but she never paid attention to them because Myrtus didn’t like them so why should she? His mother was a stuck up old cow, no different than her stepmother, and his father always regarded her with the same contempt you would show a mule. She could play friendly with them, never as well as Lavendula or Matricaria, but she could be tolerable. Yet, Myrtus never brought her around them much anyway. “They truly believe that traditionalist nonsense and wouldn’t accept me taking over the business if I didn’t marry a woman with the “correct parts.”

“Those being?”

“A cat*, of course.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Narcissus said immediately and in disgust. “You’ve been managing their assets since we were practically children! And they’re worried about the bits and bobs of who you want to be with?”

“I know.” Myrtus said and he sounded so bitter. He sounded bitter and angry and it began to dawn on her: in finally pursuing who he loved, he’d lost. He lost it all. Decades of work; of blood, sweat and tears to keep his family’s empire afloat. All washed down the drain like summer rain. If his parents were like that, then marrying her was the easy choice, the correct choice to them. Is that why Tagetes helped arrange it? Not because they wanted what was best for her… but out of pity for him?

Where did her feelings fall in all of this?

“I…” Narcissus suddenly felt so small. Felt so minuscule in the grand scheme of things. Just an afterthought, as she always had been, and Myrtus hummed soothingly over the line.

“I’m sorry Narci.” He said and he at least sounded horribly sad. “I should not have been cruel to you and hurt you like this. There’s nothing wrong with you, and there never was. I dragged you into my problems and you’re the only one suffering for them. There is no apology deep enough that I can give.” He sighed again. “Even still, it would’ve only fallen apart with time.” He said it, almost mumbled to himself, but Narcissus heard it.

“Fall apart?”

“My parents wanted grandchildren, and heirs. And, even if you and I had that kind of relationship Narci, I have no intention of having children.”

She didn’t say it but Narcissus felt much the same. She couldn’t bear to have another thing that she should be measured against Lavendula’s standard with.

The silence lingered until the phone line felt like nothing but a static buzz in her ear. Myrtus made no attempt to push the conversation further, just gave her time to digest everything she just heard. She was sat in her nightgown squarely in the middle of her bed. Her reflection gazed back at her. Same red rimmed eyes and brittle bottom lashes, saturated with tears. Her long, blonde hair hung straight down to her lap and pooled on the space there, spilling out like an unruly tidal wave onto the sheets. She looked so…

“Do you really love me?” She couldn’t help but ask. It’s not that it mattered anymore, truly, but—

“Yes, Narci.” Myrtus said, hushed. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the man you deserved.”

No. She wanted to say back.

I wish I could’ve been.

—

*cat is slang for vagina or pussy, in case that wasn’t obvious.

[buggiebite]

I want a fanfic where Mr. Everdeen escaped to District 13 and watched shit unfold.

[an-abyss-of-stars]

Thinking about modern!Aemond's tattoos for Burnt Over And Over Again and I feel like these are so fitting!

Like super detailed art, black&white sketch styles, the Greek/Old pagan mythology themes, LIKE IT FEELS SO RIGHT!! 😳 I'm sure he'll have a few actually coloured/colourful designs somewhere on his body, but I imagine a lot of simple black ink patchwork-esque tattoos scattered across his arms, a few on his chest and neck, and his back. Maybe something on his hip and thighs too 🤔🤔

ALSO I'm thinking, at some point, probably near the end of this fic, Rhaena's going to get one! I'm imagining Aemond goes with her to get her first tattoo, and she chooses something like this:

Like something floral, and pretty, and dragonfly seems cute! Or maybe a butterfly, with her favourite flowers behind it...like it'd suit her! Hers will definitely be super bright and colorful though, like all pink, purple, blue, green with gold and shit. Like definitely something really suited to her bright artistic style. Idk I just love the idea of it being a thing they do together once they're officially together 🥹😌

[lolexjpg]

girl gax 🥺🥺

[primrose-path-of-dalliance]

summary:

When the gods made mortals, one wove threads of fate-touched red through every soul. Then a day came that tore this tapestry to shreds. Everyone can tie the red threads of their souls to whomever they wish. This doesn't change very much of the Mighty Nein's story, but what it does change—that is this story.

preview:

When Bren Ermendrud realizes that no one can be trusted without scrutiny—when he learns that his parents, who have been so warm and dear to him his whole life and first instilled in him the meaning of patriotism, now whisper in the dark of sedition—he reunites with Eadwulf and Astrid only to see the same profound despair in their eyes. They have been betrayed by the very people that made them.

That night, they speak of the rot that has crept into Blumenthal and poisoned their families. They mourn their childhoods, knowing what they must do now. Must, as they've done to numerous others guilty of treason. Their loved ones cannot be exempt from justice.

They can only trust each other. United as they are in dedication to their King and country; in protecting each other; in surviving.

Of the three, Bren is the romantic one.

"This is what it is," he murmurs. "To be bound, soul to soul. We only have us now. I want it, if you two do."

In answer, Eadwulf kisses him. Astrid clasps his hands in hers and brings them to her lips. Bren tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear and caresses the line of her jaw as Eadwulf kisses her, too.

So they do it—they bind the red threads of their souls together.

(read the rest on ao3)

[babydarkstar]

i cant believe people write vi as a sub bottom to caitlyn with the way her entire character is built on her fucking hands im sjsjsjahdjsndaihdebcjxjdjshdhhx shes literally fictional dyke of all time let her FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF CAITLYN WITH THEM HANDS

[browneyeddevil]

Growing Pains

The newest chapter of Growing Pains will be posted tomorrow my loves! A little midweek pick-me-up, I hope.

Summary: In a Panem where Katniss and Peeta have both aged out of the Reaping, their lives technically free of the wrath of the Capitol, they both struggle to find their footing in the harsh realities of Twelve. Change is in the air though, and things are happening fast.

Preview:

“You could get married,” Prim suggests next, only half serious. 

My answering laugh is harsh and mirthless. Yeah, right. I hiccup quietly, and a few tears slip out. And then a few more, and I’m too tired even to attempt to stem the flow. 

“Oh, Katniss,” Prim coos, surprise evident in her voice.

And I lose it. Because I didn’t think there’d be this much at stake. I didn’t think. And now I can’t even get married, the one avenue I always thought I’d have open to me. And because Gale probably hates me now and that friendship will forever be ruined, always tainted with the strained, awkward past. And whilst I’m at it, Peeta probably hates me too, which seems worse in a way, but I can’t be sure why. I must say something along those lines because Prim cuddles close to me.

“Nobody hates you, Katniss,” she shushes, “Dislikes you, sure.”

Read the rest of the story here

See you all tomorrow! I can't wait to see all your thoughts :)

[lion-buddy]

before the movie came out i think i was able to get a pretty good grasp on prim anfd puka as characters, but my biggest takeaway after watching it is that puka is the one with the braincell in this dynamic

[the-gh0stly]

Katniss is Lucy Gray this. Katniss is Seganus that. Katniss paralleling Tigris. Both Katniss and Tigris willing to do absolutely anything to keep their families alive. Being completely motivated by their younger sibling/cousin. Having to take up that “mom” role because the women in charge of them couldn’t do it. Being the sole provider for their families. Tigris selling herself to keep her family afloat and Katniss saying that if her dad died when she was older she probably would have done the same. They also both lost who they fought for. Prim died and Coryo became Coriolanus. Not to mention Prim and Snow both got a fighting chance because of their sibling’s/cousin’s hard work and Prim using it to help while Snow used his chance to hurt. Sure Snow heard Katniss sing Lucy Grays song and remembered the girl he tried to get everyone to forget but maybe he saw a sister’s sacrifice at the reaping and saw the women who raised him. The one he used and casted out when she couldn’t be used anymore.

[endlessnightlock]

Share a bed 41

Fifty Reasons To Share A Bed

Thanks for the prompt @jroseley <3 <3

41) Because your cat sleeps on my chest. (I’m not here for you… of course.) 

Set between the first and second THG books.

Canon-Divergent.

"Bad night?" Prim asked as Katniss stopped to pull her boots on before heading out to do whatever she filled her days with while their mother worked and Prim went to school. Katniss had been so different since she'd come home. She worried about her sister.

“Yeah, it was; sorry I woke you up,” Katniss admitted.

That wasn't why Prim had mentioned it. But now that the door was open---"I don't know if you're aware, but you were calling for Peeta in your sleep again," she said.

Katniss visibly stiffened.

“I wish you would at least talk to him,” Prim said, picking Buttercup up and scratching the big baby behind his ears.

Katniss stared out the window and across the road where Peeta’s house sat, silent as the grave. No one but Haymitch ever visited there. If it weren’t for the tail of smoke coming from the chimney, it would be easy to think the house was empty. “He's avoiding me too. It’s complicated,” she said before leaving.

Prim sighed. Ignoring each other wasn't going to reconcile anything.

Buttercup began purring in Prim's arms, a low rumble that vibrated through her fingertips. She studied her big orange tomcat, and an idea took root in her mind.

"Hey boy, we have some work to do," she explained, carrying him into the living room and sitting with him. As she brushed out his fur, Prim explained the details to him. Buttercup's gold eyes glowed with extraordinary intelligence. He blinked at her, occasionally capturing her wrist with his paws and licking her hand.

KPKPKPKPKPKP

Prim watched out the window as Peeta crossed Victor's Village with Buttercup in his arms. He navigated the walkway and the front steps, balancing the cat before disappearing beneath the porch roof. Stealthily, she snuck out of her bedroom and hid in the back stairwell where she could eavesdrop on his and her sister's conversation.

"I don't know why Buttercup keeps coming over," she hears Peeta say.

"Me neither. He's obsessed with Prim," Katniss said. "But, uh, thanks for bringing him home. I'll make sure to shut him in tonight."

"He's fine. He doesn't really bother me, just sleeps on my chest," Peeta admits.

"It's a nice place to sleep," Katniss says, shocking Prim so much she has to stifle her laughter to keep them from hearing her.

Her sister was an idiot when it came to her feelings, plain and simple. She knows Katniss better than everyone else, but still, Prim thought her crush on Peeta was pretty obvious to everyone watching from home. Why else would Gale be so jealous of Peeta?

Peeta and Katniss both laugh quietly. "Yeah, I like knowing someone else is there at night," he said.

"Probably gets lonely at your house with your family all in town," Katniss said, voice soft.

"Yeah. Too far for them to walk to work, so my mother says."

"Still feels like I'm alone a lot of the time, even when everyone is home," Katniss admitted.

"No one else understands what it was like," Peeta supplied the answer they both had to be thinking.

"No. No, they don't."

Prim left after that, allowing Katniss and Peeta some privacy to talk now that they were beginning to patch things up. Her work was done, and Buttercup's as well.

"Tonight, you need to stay with me," she whispered to the cat when he nosed the door open and strolled into her room. Buttercup sat down and regarded her seriously. Prim had no idea how he understood her, but she knew he did. Later that night, when Buttercup was curled up at her side, she heard the back door open, followed by heavy footsteps to Katniss's room.

Prim just knew her sister would sleep better tonight.