#secret tmi tuesday

[allyooops]

What about Whirlwindflux captivated you so much? Did you ever feel insecure or not “good enough” for him?

GOSH. ok. Even before we got together romantically, we were very close friends. I'd never met someone so friendly and approachable, he's easy to talk to, laugh with and befriend. When feelings changed I really started to notice how he gave his whole self to a conversation, the true version of him is the only one he gives. I was captivated by all of him. I think you kind of have to be to attempt a long distance relationship, you have to be enraptured by their whole self, and I am. I am so ridiculously in love with him it's crazy, I somehow managed to meet my soul mate?? Madness.

Insecurity is a hard one, I struggle with depression and anxiety, have for a very long time. Sometimes bad brain likes to scream y'know?? And I do remember the first time he was explaining a concept that I really couldn't even grasp that I had the thought of "oh no I'm too stupid to be dating this certified genius 🙃" BUT!! it helped to simply reframe that thought, he is definitely a smart dude, but we have very different sets of knowledge. When it comes to tech and math he's definitely the guy, but for anything food or biology I'm the gal. We have this beautiful overlap of food sciences that's fun? When we get talking about all the new things that are coming out for how the world might sustain its food needs, or the new techniques that are being utilized by farmers. He's an amazing conversationalist, and I could quite honestly listen to him talk all day.

[doeblossom]

have you seen this man?

YES

meowcolm <3

[eirian-houpe]

Hello! Based on your very tempting cocktail descriptions in Secret of the Seas, I'm going to guess you're a fan. Do you have a favourite cocktail?

Hi there, @threepwoodmarley I LOVE the question.

I do like cocktails, yes, and I do have a favorite, but sadly not many people know how to make it - plus, I have expensive tastes. LOL I'm not going to say what it is right now, because I'm going to save it for my first Tuesday Teaser post next week because it also happens to be Gold's beverage of choice, (besides tea, of course).

Thank you for the ask, and talk soon!

[temper-temper]

What would you do if given 1 million dollars?

I think I’ve answered something like this before but mostly save it

probably give some away too but I’m not going to just spend it all willynilly

I’d most likely get a few things I need- give some away- and keep the rest for another day

money goes fast in our economy

[randomgurustuffs]

Are there any secrets your keeping from your friends that are eating away at you inside?

Secrets? Maybe. Eating me from the inside, no. Every time someone asks about secrets this song comes to mind.

[kelyon]

How do you come up with your prompt for RSS?

I tend to think of a story that I want to read but don't want to write and then boil it down to 5 words.

Example: Last year my prompt was "Belle hates Christmas music." I wanted that story because I've gone through periods of hating Christmas music and I think it's fun when Belle gets to be the negative one instead of Rumple. This prompt turned into @killingkueen's delightful fic Musical, which starts off with Belle running into Gold's shop because it's the only store that isn't blaring Christmas music. And, ah, things get pretty fun from there.

If I had written that story, it would have basically been "Kelyon's Unasked For Opinions on Christmas Music (And Why Retail Employees Should Be Allowed to Hunt Customers for Sport.)" But my Santa made something I never could have, something that was theirs. And it was great!

[crookedhvnd]

Is there anyone you trust?

“We’re in the wrong business if you’re looking for trust.” But it’s a better question than asking for 'love,' Oliver puts infinite more importance in ‘trust.’ “Do you expect an answer other than the Jolly Rogers?” And even then, Oliver thinks it's foolish to be blind to the ways of the world.

[clockwayswrites]

Like Betta Fish Do - Part 11

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc 2942 (Chapter 8 when on ao3)

“So who’s Jason?” Sam asked without preamble after the rest of the topics had wrapped up.

“Jason?” Tucker echoed.

Danny winced.

He had been hoping Jason wouldn’t come back up. He’d know that was complete foolishness, this was Sam, but he’d still been hoping. Because… he didn’t know how to explain Jason.

Being a halfa was Jason’s secret, one that Danny could tell the other was still struggling with. As much as Danny trusted his friends, it wasn’t up to him if Jason should. It wasn’t his secret to tell (no matter how much it affected him too).

There was also the fact that a little part of Danny didn’t want to tell. Being a halfa might have been Jason’s secret, but Jason was his secret too; his bit of his new life in this new place. Sam and Val and Tucker already had whole piles of little things like that from leaving Amity, but Danny didn’t. Nothing for Danny had been new for so long.

And now there was Jason who was new and amazing and completely different—

“Danny?” Tucker prompted.

Danny was regretting giving them a call on the way back from his first lab class.

“Someone I met when I was just out exploring Gotham some,” Danny lied. There was a little bit of truth there. “We’ve eaten together a few times now.” Donuts and take out while Jason was ill but still. “And he’s been showing me some of Gotham.” Or at least telling him about the city for safety reasons.

There was silence on the other end of the call. Shit, did he not sell it well enough? He had thought without being on video he’d be able to get away with the lie.

Finally, suspiciously, Sam asked, “Is he cute?”

“Ancients Sam!”

“It’s a valid question, you’re weak for the cute ones.”

“This is true,” Val spoke from experience.

“It sorta is, dude,” Tucker agreed. His tone completely (and sympathetically) resigned.

“It’s— I don’t— okay, yes. Fine. He’s built like a brick house, okay? He could kill me with his thighs.”

“TMI, my dude,” Tucker teased.

“No, go on,” Val interjected.

“Oh fuck you all.”

Sam gave an amused scoff. “I don’t think it’s us you want to—”

“Okay!” Danny said loudly, talking over Sam which just made the others dissolve into laughter. “He’s just a friend, okay? He’s a Gotham native who’s been nice. He’s fun to hang out with.”

“Sure Danny,” Val said in a tone that made it clear none of them believed him. “Sam and I have to get going for dinner. Give us an update later on the not boyfriend—”

“And a picture.” Sam chimed in.

“And a last name!”

“I’m not letting you stalk him Tucker.”

“Not stalking, background check.” Danny could practically hear the finger guns Tucker must be doing.

“Bye,” Danny said, firmly, though he knew that they knew he was close to laughing, and ended the call before he fished out his keys to get his door open.

“You know,” Danny said as he started at the scene that greeted him. Jason sat on his couch, looking comically large on the small piece of furniture, messing with some wires. “I don’t remember giving you a key to my apartment.”

“You didn’t,” Jason said, words a little muffled by the screwdriver that he held in his mouth.

“Right.” Danny closed his door. He fumbled blindly with the locks, not taking his eyes off Jason. “So you, what, decided Tuesday was a great day for breaking and entering?”

“Yep. Which is why you need better security,” Jason grabbed the screwdriver and pointed it at Danny who’s eyes flicked between it and Jason’s mouth. “Which is what I’m doing. Setting up better security.”

“You remember the whole I’m half dead thing, right?” Danny drawled, but couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. The faint feeling he got off Jason’s forming core was a pleased rumble. Like the purring cat that got the canary. How could he be annoyed in the face of that?

“Don’t need you to end up all the way dead, kingya.”

“Okay…” Danny dropped his backpack (his new, tear free backpack) on the tiny island counter. He had adulted up and gotten a new one right before classes started that week and was glad for it. (It was nice to not have to worry about losing things out of the bottom.) He moved to perch on the clutter free edge of the coffee table. He tucked his knees up to his chest to stay out of the way. “What does kingya mean?”

“Pet goldfish in Japanese.”

Danny just started at him, knowing Jason would explain if he just gave it time. He was getting used to these stupid fish names. They were still weird, but he was getting used to them. (Maybe he liked them, a little.)

Jason glanced up from where he was tightening the screw on a plate and grinned. “’Cause you’re my sensei in all things ghost.”

“Ancients,” Danny groaned. “That is the—” No, he would not laugh. “—worst one yet. How am I both a sensei—” Okay so he was laughing, sue him. “—and a pet. That makes no sense! You are fucking ridiculous.”

Jason just smirked and focused on the electronics in his hand.

Once Danny’s laughter had finally calmed, he leaned in to get a look at everything that was covering his coffee table, part of the couch, and even some of Jason. He’d spent enough years with Tucker to know that it was all very custom and very high end; that meant expensive.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” Danny said. He didn’t know if that was true though. What if Jason’s developing core made it feel like he did?

“Nah. You’re my teacher in ghost, I’m your teacher in Gotham. And rule one of Gotham is if you take precautions you do it. Have you gotten that gas mask yet?” Jason asked, snapping the back back on a camera.

“Jason.”

“Danny.”

“Again. Half dead. I don’t have breathe if I don’t want to.”

Jason blinked at Danny. “What.”

“What what? Like, sure, I have to in human form but I can still hold it for, like, upwards of twenty minutes? I figure that’s long enough to get out of most situations. You could too with practice.”

“Human form,” Jason echoed.

Danny froze. “Oh, shit. I, um, sorta thought that the two forms thing was given.”

Jason rubbed, wearily, at his face. “Fish.”

“I’m sorry!” Danny said, throwing his hands up. “I mean half ghost, half human! What did you think?”

“A mule is half horse half donkey but it doesn’t stop being a mule!”

“Did you know when the horse is the dad it’s called hinney instead?”

“I’m going to stab you with a screwdriver,” Jason grumbled wearily. “Explain, now.”

“Okay. Right. I really thought you knew? I mean I was forced to change when I died. But, right, so,” Danny placed his hands together and tried to gather his thoughts on how explain this. “Ghosts are just, fundamentally different beings than humans. As humans, we take in parts of the word around us— air, water, food— and those things keep us alive as they’re processed by our organs. Ghosts, on the other hand, are the world around them.

“The Infinite Realms—” Danny still struggled sometimes not to call it the Ghost Zone after years of doing so, but he wasn’t going to use a name made up by people who hated ghosts for their home. “—are made up of ectoplasm. Everything there— the structures, the land, the sky, the people— is ectoplasm. Ghosts are too. The closest thing to an organ that ghosts have is their core.”

“You’ve used that word before. When you said you had an ice core,” Jason said. He’d put down the parts he had been messing with and was giving Danny his full attention.

“Probably. Cores are everything for a ghost. If you’re being poetic, you could call it the heart but it’s a bit more like a brain? You have one, but it’s strangled by the corruption. I didn’t want to go too much into it yet when you couldn’t get. Most of it of it would mean nothing to you right now. It would like, I don’t know, trying to explain what a rose smelled like to someone who’s had a stuffed up nose all their life.”

“Right, so, something to come back to,” Jason grumbled.

“Basically. But the core is sort of the only… I guess tangible part of a ghost? But humans have their whole bodies so those two things really aren’t compatible. That’s what makes halfa’s so rare. Somehow the ectoplasm was able to bond with our DNA enough so that our human bodies can handle what our ghost bodies are. But it also made a ghost body for us. It’s a balance.”

Jason leaned back into the couch, arms crossed as he frowned at Danny. “And I’ll get one?”

“Every other halfa has one,” Danny said with a little shrug. “You just don’t have access to it yet I bet if you’ve never changed before. Like, there are some powers or effects that I have access to in this form, but they’re more powerful in my ghost form. So if the corruption are blocking the flow of your ectoplasm and your ability to generate it, you probably just don’t have enough power to change yet.”

Jason’s fingers tapped a restless staccato against his arms as he glare at the other side of the room. Danny tried hard not to fidget as he let Jason absorb the information. He really hadn’t meant to keep something like this from Jason. There were other things he was waiting to talk to Jason about, once they saw how he was developing, but Danny just really hadn’t thought about Jason might have never changed into his ghost form. May it was because he had been buried? Jason was the only half with an actual grave.

Coming out of the portal as Phantom had been everything for Danny. It had been the end of everything. It had also been the beginning of everything. His ghost form had been part of that from the start.

Jason looked back to Danny, who froze under the glacial gaze. “Will you show me?”

Danny’s heart stuttered in his chest.

He’d be revealing Phantom. For the first time, by his own choice, he would be showing someone.

“Hey, fish,” Jason said. He leaned forward and rested a hand on Danny’s knee. “You don’t have to.”

Danny made himself take a breath. He’d stopped breathing.

“Sorry, no, it’s fine.” What would someone in Gotham, home of the Batman, know about a small town hero like Phantom? “I’ve just… I’ve never shown anyone who didn’t already know? I guess it just got to me a for a moment. But, I mean, you do know, you just haven’t see it yet.”

Danny stood up, ‘going ghost’ running his head, as the familiar white rings appeared.

-

Jason dropped the arm he had raised to block the blinding white light and just stared. He hadn’t known what to expect from Danny changing to his ghost form, but the color change was not part of it. Or the clothing change.

Gone was the black and orange NASA sweater, well worn jeans, and collection of space themed earrings that Danny seemed to love. Instead, Danny wore a tight, long sleeve top that showed off that he was more than just a stick, something that looked a bit like black cargo pants, white combat boots, and white fingerless gloves. There was a white DP was emblazoned on his chest.

He glowed faintly of a blue green that didn’t hold a candle to his bright, bright eyes.

(Jason’s breath caught at the sight of those green eyes.)

“I didn’t know a costume change came as part of the package,” Jason’s mouth said without his permission while he was still trying to process the rest of the details. Like the way that Danny’s now white hair seemed to drift as if gravity had effect on it. It was almost mesmerizing. That was easier to focus on than the green eyes.

Danny rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. What Jason thought must have been a blush crawled up Danny’s cheeks, but it was oddly purple tinted, like this form had a different undertone than blood red.

“Um, yeah. Ghost things for the ghost form? I was stuck in the hazmat suit I had died in for years until I learned to control the ectoplasm that makes up the clothing in this form. It takes some effort to change it but… I didn’t want to be stuck in that any longer.”

Jason resisted the urge to shudder. He couldn’t imagine even being his old Robin outfit for even a moment.

He stood and cross the single step it took to be standing in front of Danny. Smirking, he reached out and flicked Danny’s right ear. “You look naked without your earrings.”

“Yeah, well,” Danny mumbled.

Yep, that purple, magentaish tint was definitely a blush. He felt a little bad for teasing Danny when the other was obviously nervous about this.

“The hair suits yo. It’s a good look,” Jason said. Without really thinking about it, he reached up to run his hands through Danny’s swoop of bangs. The soft strands shifted between his fingers as if they were under water. But his attention went back to the green eyes. “When you’re like this, there’s no…?”

“No what?”

Jason tapped next to his own eye. “Pit Rage. Anger.”

“Oh, no,” Danny said with a thoughtful little frown as he… drifted up?

Holy shit, Danny really was floating. His feet were drifting apart as if they were made of smoke as he rose a few inches up into the air.

“I guess now that I know about ghosts liking to brawl, I can see that a little? Like, I’m more willing to meet a fight if they start it, just like with you, but they also don’t mean any actual harm. Well, most of them don’t,” Danny explained. “The green really is just part of the color change. Some ghosts have red eyes or cyan or something else.”

“Is the white hair a constant?” Jason asked, thinking of his own white streak.

“For halfas it seems to be about being inverted? Like, frootloop has white hair as a human, but it’s black in his ghost form. And Danni matches me. But for full ghosts, lots of them have flaming hair in all sorts of colors. We think that maybe it’s our human half influencing the ghost half. Also maybe why I don’t have blue skin or something.”

“Blue skin?”

“Ghost coloring is weird and very bold,” Danny said with a little shrug. He reached down to grab the not all there foot he had lifted up and just folded his legs under him— sitting cross legged in the air like it was nothing.

“You’re really comfortable like this, aren’t you?”

Danny gave a little shrug. “I mean, yeah. This has been a part of me for eight years. I was a ghost before I was through puberty. But it was a learning curve for sure.”

Jason eyed Danny wearily. “So what haven’t you told me about now?”

“Well, so I mean part of that is that I was a teenager when I changed? So I was a mess in so many ways and we’re— Frostbite and I, I haven’t told anyone else but him about you, not you being a halfa I mean—but we don’t know if you’ll have have the same side effects since Danni didn’t really. But sometimes I would just suddenly go invisible or intangible. The intangibility was the worst because a few times I just… go stuck part way something?”

Jason gave him the flattest stare at that and Danny just grinned bashfully back.

“You don’t have to worry about that yet! You’re no where strong enough, even if those are things that every ghost can do. Frostbite doesn’t think that you’ll really start having any noticeable effects until your core snaps into place anyways. You just might be extra sneaky for a little bit?”

“So it’s just a big mystery?” Jason asked.

“Welcome to being a halfa. I’m sorry.”

He wanted to be mad. It would be so easy to be mad. Danny was keeping things from him. But… a lot of that seemed to be accidental or things they didn’t have a clear answer for or that maybe, actually, didn’t matter yet.

There was enough for him to deal as it was.

And Danny was just so very… Danny. Jason was learning that Danny was earnest, but pretty fucking awful at explaining things. Unless Jason asked specifically, or it came up in conversation, Danny just outright forgot to mention things. There were some problems with that: 1) there was so much to learn about 2) he didn’t know what he didn’t know 3) ghosts were fucking weird 

“I promise,” Danny said, a nervous sort of pleading in his words. “I’ll be around for all of it. I’m not saying parts won’t be hard or confusing, but at least you’ll have me here to help?”

Danny was maybe horrible at explaining things and keep missing out details, but he was still trying. Danny was floating right there, offering something that he never had for himself— understanding.

Jason heaved a sigh, leaning into the dramatics of the sound a little. “Fine. Since you can float make yourself useful and help me mount some of the tech in the corners.”

“Sure thing, dead boy.”

Snorting, Jason gathered up one of the cameras. He paused, just briefly, before he turned back to Danny with smirk. “So, does this make you a flying fish?”

The groan he got was worth it.

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AN: Danny, raised in a small city in rural Illinois: “Hey I have a fun fact!” I love Danny being so bad at explaining things. He’s trying, he really is, he’s just not great at it. Jason not really mad, he’s just struggling with things a little and coping by making sure that ‘his’ people are safe. Luckily Danny has the friends he does and is used to the odd protectiveness like breaking and entering.

Fun (?) fact: Danny’s black and orange NASA sweater is from the mars rover line the Smithsonian did a few years back. It is very warm and comfy. Anyways, stay delightful darlings!

So, this should be the whole tag list. I’m sure there’s a limit. I’m not sure if I’m over it? So sorry if you’re at the end of the list and not getting pinged! (I removed anyone unabled to be tagged.)

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[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Katniss not realizing it but post war her boobs get big after she has secure food for a extended period of time and Peeta is just like 🤤 over her but she’s oblivious to why

Okay I wanna know what kind of weight gain program you’re on, Anon. Because I’ve had small boobs my entire life and every time I gain weight, it’s literally everywhere except the boobs. I will have rolls on my back and jiggly arms long before my boobs get bigger. The only time they’ve grown is when I’m pregnant and eventually those puppies shrank back down. Didn’t realize you were signing up for kdnfb’s weekend tmi, did ya? So this is adjusted to that because I couldn’t push the “I believe” button on the more food equals bigger boobs train, but the idea is there. Rated M for shameless ogling and sensual content.

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They’re in the kitchen preparing dinner on a Monday evening, just like every other Monday since Peeta came home to Twelve. Peeta steps behind her to get to the sink, his hand brushing lightly over the small of her back as he goes, pinky dragging underneath the exposed waist of her pants as she leans forward to drop a pile of vegetables into the pot on the rear burner. His touch barely skims over the swell of her butt, and Katniss shivers slightly, but doesn’t think much of it. Ever since she told him “Real,” Peeta’s taken every chance, used every excuse in the book to touch her.

So all she does is roll her eyes and glance back at him. “Distracting me while I’m working over a hot stove?” Peeta simply grins at her and continues on with the dinner preparations.

On Tuesday, she draws a bath for herself, wanting to soak after a long, arduous day spent trekking through the woods and then trading her haul throughout town. She’s leaning over the tub to adjust the temperature of the water foaming out of the faucet, her body wrapped in nothing but her short cotton robe when she feels Peeta’s eyes on her.

Glancing back, she smirks at the sight of him, staring at her exposed legs and almost exposed butt. His toothbrush hangs limply in his mouth, his grip on it loosened, and his lips foam a little with toothpaste. And his eyes have that glazed over look they get when he’s a little turned on.

But she doesn’t think anything out of the ordinary has happened. Peeta has made no secret of the fact that he likes to look at her, drink her in, and he admitted to her once that he found her legs incredibly sexy. She hadn’t understood how legs could be sexy, but she’d accepted his statement as being true in his mind, at least.

“Care to join me?” she asks and splashes slightly at the water’s surface. Peeta spits out his toothpaste and wipes his mouth with a towel before stripping off his shirt.

On Wednesday, Peeta bakes too many cheese buns. Which means Katniss eats too many cheese buns. She snags one on her way out of the kitchen, after greeting Peeta when she returns from helping build one of the new houses in what used to be the Seam. Peeta calls a warning after her.

“Don’t burn your tongue on the cheese!”

She clamps the bread in her mouth as she strips out of her clothes and waits for the shower water to warm up. Then she scarfs it down in three bites before stepping into the shower, annoyed that she didn’t savor it enough to taste the cheese, let alone find out if it was still hot enough to burn her tongue.

She snares another two after her shower, while she and Peeta fix dinner to take over to Haymitch. Two more during dinner and one right before they head home.

“You know I hate wasting food,” she practically whines at Peeta when he smirks at her as she’s moaning around the still deliciously warm roll. Peeta warmed them in the oven before dinner and this one somehow maintained the perfect amount of heat.

She’s about had it with his arrogant look, his knowing just how easily he can turn her into a salivating mess for food. But then, as she’s washing dishes, he cups his hand on the curve of her butt and Katniss pauses. Glances over her shoulder and watches him as he caresses her, his blue eyes heated and fixed to where he’s touching her.

Then, still caressing the same spot, he bends his head to kiss along the side of her neck. Up to her ears where she expects him to whisper some pretty words, and instead all she gets is a deep rumbling, an almost tortured with desire moan as he pushes his hips into her other butt cheek.

Katniss turns off the water and it’s only much later that the dishes actually get washed.

Still, that’s not all that out of the ordinary either.

And when she wakes on Thursday morning to Peeta’s hands skimming over her bare skin, that’s not unusual. Not at all unusual for him to trail his fingers over her waist and hips and thighs as she lays on her back, he on his side, while they start the morning with long, lingering kisses.

Not at all unusual for them to greet the early morning birdsong outside their open window with their own softly sighing songs, the bed accompanying them with low creaking moans. And it’s not unusual, when Peeta comes first, that he slides from her and moves down between her legs, nipping and kissing and gripping at her thighs for several minutes before settling in to kiss her swollen, wet lips until she too sings softly in release.

Nor is it unusual on Friday evening when he slides his palms around her thighs and hoists her into the air before carrying her to bed, both of them laughing.

Or Saturday when they relax by the lake, and he starts caressing her ankles but eventually works his hand up beneath her dress, all the way to her thighs where he spends so much time caressing her that she’s the one who gets frustrated.

Peeta’s laughing and teasing her when she shrugs out of her dress, pushes him onto his back, and climbs on top of him. And Katniss still doesn’t think there’s anything unusual about the way he watches her body moving on top of his. Or the way his broad palms and clever fingers circle her waist to hold her steady, cling to her hips and guide her closer to her own spiraling release, then cup and grip her ass so she doesn’t stop moving until Peeta joins her with a shout.

And it’s not even that unusual when, after a short nap and a swim in the cool lake water, their kisses turn ravenous again. Only this time, Peeta kneels behind her on the blanket as he makes her sing with pleasure and follows her into bliss.

Even a lazy Sunday spent on the couch, Peeta’s left hand holding a book he reads out loud to her, his right hand tracing lazy patterns over her legs where they rest in his lap, is nothing to note. At least not beyond the fact that just a few years ago, this sort of domestic tranquility would’ve been a nearly impossible scene.

They wind up wrapped up in each other. Left winded and breathing hard on the rug, Katniss’s back and shoulders stinging with how vigorously they rubbed against the carpet while Peeta was inside her. His skin almost too slick for her to cling to when he hoists her up into his arms to carry her upstairs. She curls into his chest and almost falls asleep on the way upstairs, only to be awakened when they’re in the shower. Katniss sits on his lap and he bathes her, making her shiver when his touch feels like the tickling caress of flower petals on her inner thighs.

But then they fall asleep and wake up to make love again. Fall asleep naked after, and by the time they wake for good, stomachs growling for dinner, Katniss laments that they didn’t get their laundry done like they normally do on Sundays.

“We’ll have to make time tomorrow,” Peeta points out, looking not nearly chagrined enough over how they spent the day.

But that means that when she rises early to go into the woods on Monday morning, the only clean pants Katniss can find are an older pair. From after the first Games but before the Quell. She runs her hand sadly over the fabric cut and sewn by Cinna’s hands before finally stepping into them.

Only… she can’t get the pants up past her mid thigh. She tugs on the fabric and wriggles, pausing only when Peeta’s loud gait warns her he’s done in the bathroom.

Looking up at him in distress, she gives the pants another tug. “They don’t fit. How could they not fit?”

“Well,” Peeta says carefully, “If those are from before… you’ve gained some uh… some weight in certain areas.”

Katniss flushes and kicks aside the pants, moving to stand in front of the mirror and examine her shape.

“Where? I’m still scrawny,” she complains, cupping her still small breasts that the Capitol would probably still want to augment if they could get their hands on her body, or if they still existed.

Peeta steps up behind her, his breath shorter and faster than usual, his fingertips skimming over her thighs the same way he moves a frosting tip over a cake.

“Here,” he whispers and she shivers at the heat in his voice. Fingertips swirling up higher until he lifts her shirt with one hand and traces patterns over her belly, which she does notice looks slightly more plump than it used to. “Here.”

He kisses her temple and holds her gaze in the mirror while his hands cup her hips and his fingers dig into meaty flesh she hadn’t realized was thickening on her own body.

“Here,” he growls and he tugs her hips back, so that she can feel him thickening too, in desire as he thrusts slightly against her ass. “And here, Katniss, love.”

This time he’s moaning the words and then he shifts one hand to grip one cheek, an entire handful that he sinks his fingers into and kneads, like her body is now dough and he’s eager to shape her to his desires. But then it occurs to her… this new shape of hers already fits his desires.

Happy, healthy, hungry only for him and not food. She hasn’t had a hollow day in years. And as Peeta’s kisses and touches wander even more, she notes in the mirror all the places and ways she’s gained. She’s smiling when she turns her head to meet Peeta’s kisses with her lips, when she pushes her heavy hips back into his.

[ineffabildaddy]

tmi tuesday fanfic game (except it's two days late)

i'm sorry i've been busy but i wanted to do this so!!! thank u for the tag @thescholarlystrumpet, would love to make this a tradition:-)

i think the idea is to ask me anything about my fics, based on the stuff below:

wip list

(there are more that are basically ideas i've not started working on yet)

just up the stairs, valentine's day human au (one the home stretch for this one!!! almost done with the final chapter)

b.s. fic

reverse omens pwp

secret secret @gospexchange fic

question ideas

fandom questions meme

fic writer question meme

send a word, any word, and if it’s in my wip document i’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in

send a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it!

send an “i wish you would write a story where….”

send an ask directly to a character in one of my fics or wips

tagging some writers who i didn't see tagged already to join in (but @voluptatiscausa and @crowleyslvt i wanna see u lot do this so i'm pinging u to remind u): @captainblou @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @robinwithay @foolishlovers @raining-stars-somewhere-else @ironriots @createserenity

[allyooops]

what's a guilty pleasure of yours? like food or movie or maybe even something naughty that you won't share

Ok. So. I dunno why, but I just loooove reading drama on Facebook. Or watching drama on YouTube. Just. I don't know, it's fascinating, I don't want to be a part of it ever of course. But I do like to watch 👀

Food definitely garlic bread, I fucking love garlic bread and would eat an entire loaf in a sitting if I wouldn't be judged for it XD

Movie .. Hmm. The Lego Batman movie perhaps?

Naughty. Well anon, I wouldn't say it's a guilty pleasure if my partner agrees 😉

[doeblossom]

So doe… who is this wolf guy and can you share some info on the whole shape sifting thing?

i'm still working on it

all of the rules for shifters are *lowkey* based on my own sona. they're just called "shifters" right now! no, theyre not changelings!

named after animals (the surname is up to them)

eyes are pink, green while shifted

maximum of 4-7 feet depending on ability. minimum is about 8% of their maximum (so much magic cannot be contained as easily)

aaaaand thats all ^^

[eirian-houpe]

TMI Tuesday

I'm still here, kicking and screaming - and counting the days (count them, 13 working days) until Winter Break.

Here are some thing that have been on my radar, to relative degrees this week:

An upcoming reboot of prompts for A Monthly Rumbelling. Stargate Atlantis Rumbelle Secret Santa Grammar - Relative pronouns/relative clauses.

A Monthly Rumbelling: The astute and observant of you may have noticed that I haven't posted new prompts for AMR for a while now. Not for want of doing so, but - brutal truth moment - only ONE person (rumplesrose) was posting anything regularly, just as the year or so before, @peacehopeandrats was practically keeping the site alive, and when their account went away, and time became a premium for me, something had to give. Sadly that was one of the casualties, and you know what...? No one even voiced a concern either.

Now, I know that fandoms have slowed down, and especially older fandoms like Rumbelle, but that was disappointing. However, I refuse to give up on Rumbelle as long as even ONE person is still writing for the fandom, and I know there are folks out there that are, I will provide prompts, and so - with December - AMR will reboot.

Stargate Atlantis: When the show was still on air, and because I knew I wouldn't like what they did with certain characters in what turned out to be their final season, I set out to write my own season 5, and for years the resulting fics sat, first on a fic website that shall not be named, and then a personal website. Now I've started the mammoth endeavor to post them to AO3.

The other day I posted the first part of the second 'episode' - Chain of Command. Feel free to ask about that fic, episode 1 (Harm's Way), the series, or anything you want to know about it.

Rumbelle Secret Santa: We are in the writing period of this fandom event. I can't wait until the reveal stage where the whole fandom will benefit from the glorious gift of new Rumbelle fics. If you're participating, don't forget to enable anonymous asks, so that your Santa can contact you, and please remember to answer your Santa's ask. They may be waiting on you before they start to write for you.

Grammar: Relative pronouns/clauses: No, honestly, no link to this, (unless you really, really want one). It's just what we were teaching in class today. It does bring to mind a recent writing question though, and turning TMI Tuesday on its head, here is my question to you all: By what criteria do you categorize a fic?

[temper-temper]

TMI: if you had to make a public speech about something you were very knowledgeable in, what topic would you pick and what cool facts would you tell the audience?

Marshes

And all the cool wildlife in em

[palaceoffatties]

DT how fat are you actually

Asking me on TMI tuesday to so i can’t possibly refuse? How cruel!

Fine , i’ll need to go somewhere more open to actually show you , and don’t tell, it can be our secret anon~

And a more open space they found , a empty bedroom marked with the name ‘adora’ light on furniture clearly one of the spares .

Double trouble actually strips , leaving their still somewhat chubby hips bare before ballooning outward , flab cascading in every which way , that tail was as wide as a log , those hips became bed filling , their tits ballooned out with their gut , by the end their gut was more like a mattress with two pillows of tit meat , gaining several chins in the process . .

Now do you see why it’s so difficult to contain all this darling? I’m aa blobby as everyone else~

[kelyon]

I love reading all the rumbelle secret Santa fics but have always been scared at getting a random prompt. Since the prompts are not your own idea how do you even start building a story on a random prompt?

Okay, you should definitely enter Rumbelle Secret Santa BECAUSE you're afraid of it. This is one of the most low-risk fears you will ever face. All of us will be happy to receive new Rumbelle content! Like all fanfic, it does not have to be good to be lovable! And with an RSS fic, it doesn't have to be long or thought out or anything. Just do your best!

On to the actual question.

I think prompts can be divided into two basic categories. They are either A) broad enough that you can wrap your own story around the prompt, or B) specific enough that you pretty much know what kind of story the other person wants. Either way, it's a framework. It's a tree that you get to put lights on.

My writing process is always about questions. So prompts are kind of fantastic for me. For example, last year my giftee had the prompt "begging on his bended knees," which I turned into a fic Begging On His Bended Knees.

Now, because I'm a smut writer (and the RSS form lets you chose if you want to write and/or receive smut), my mind when to exactly one place: Femdom. Because this is the Rumbelle Secret Santa (and my giftee hadn't asked for a non-Rumple and Belle pairing, which is also an option), I had a pretty good idea of who was begging on their bended knees.

Of the main writing questions (Who, What, When, Where, Why and How), I now had some of the major ones covered. Rumple was going to be begging Belle for something sexy.

In a fandom as AU-heavy as Rumbelle, the When and Where are very important. A common question you'll see Santa's asking their giftees is if they want the fic to be set in Storybrooke or the Enchanted Forest. This also brings up the question of where the characters are in their relationship. It's equally valid to write Belle and Rumple as married for years, dating but not living together, "platonic" friends or co-workers, flirty acquaintances, sniping enemies(to lovers), cordial strangers/neighbors, or people who are meeting for the first time and may have wildly inappropriate first impressions of each other.

All of these scenarios are good! Every one of them has potential to be a great story! No matter what you pick, it will be somebody's jam.

In my case, I knew that I had Dark Mistress coming up, so that freed me to write the type of femdom that would never happen in that fic. (Another reason I love RSS, it gives you an excuse to work on some smaller ideas or elements that I've had to cut from other fics. Another gift exchange fic, Presents uses some concepts that I had toyed around with for Golden Cuffs.) So now I knew that my RSS fic would be a Storybrooke/real world AU.

Having done all of that mental work, I could focus on the meatiest questions of them all, Why and How. In this case, Why would go back to Who. Why is Gold begging Belle for something sexy? Who are they in this fic that they have that dynamic? Why does Belle have sexual power over Gold? Why would he give her that power? In a femdom story, punishment is fairly expected. Why does Gold want to be punished? How is Belle going to respond to his begging?

Focus on these sorts of questions and you have a Gold and a Belle that are specific to this fic. They both want something from this situation they're in--can they get it? How? What's stopping them?

And never forget the most important question to any story: What happens next?

There are a million prompt lists floating around Tumblr and the greater internet. Try to find one of those and just practice telling yourself a story. You could also look up the moodboards and prompts for @a-monthly-rumbelling. Just be free, be loose, know that you're going to make mistakes but it's better than not making anything.

Best of luck with prompts. Hope to see you at the RSS.