never in our favor *

[burnarrow]

#𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚆  !  a  semi-selective  &  independent  character  from  suzanne  collins  the  hunger  games  and  sunrise  on  the  reaping  ─  katniss  everdeen.  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝  ;  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.  multiship  and  multiverse.  heavily  headcanon  based, inspired  by  personal  interpretation.

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DIRECTORY.⠀ open. - prompts. - hcs. - verse list. - ooc. BLOGROLL. @suthsayer, @cruelf4tes. AFFILIATES. [ in questioning. ]

. about mun + muse . hiya, my name is nova. im 29, wasian and have been writing since 2012, starting on tumblr then moving to discord and rpme. i have been religiously writing the last six months here, in hopes to get better at writing. so, hopefully that transfers to katniss. i've recently picked her up due to a friend sparking muse. please be kind, and let's have fun.

.  preferences  . katniss is an indie multiship and multi verse character. so, im open to writing her in many verses, as long as it makes sense to me and i usually can work a verse in if it fits the character. as far as shipping, i go with chemisty. if it's not there, then there wont be any romance. please do not push me for a romance.

.  activity   .  this blog will be muse dependent. the more you interact with katniss, the more you'll get. it's crazy how that works. i'm not particular with mutuals, meaning we can interact if we don't follow each other. i usually follow/follow back. but, 9 out of 10 times, im following to stalk ya'lls amazing writing/aesthetics.

.  writing  .  my writing comes in sporadic bursts. like my activity, it depends on muse. most of the time, though, i will write what i ( katniss ) has to say, so multi-para at best. I do try to mirror my partner's writing, but i will draw the line at novella unless we have been writing for quite a while. i will take my time, because if it can't be perfect i won't be doing it.

.  disclaimers  .  i will not be tagged spoilers or mature themes. it goes without saying that im writing a character that has been out in the world for a good decade and if you aren't caught up, then this blog is not for you. i am block friendly. soft blocks aren't a thing for me. i work hard to have a drama-free environment, especially when im writing with friends, and it will stay that way.

[suthsayer]

maybe...one day...ill come back...

[peacefull-blogs-deactivated2025]

There's really such as beauty that you're in a Wonder Land. 🌷✨

[franz-bauch-foto]

Upstairs

[lanndscape]

[doughbcy]

Eyes widen, immediate guilt filling the crevices of his body. He is almost tempted to raise his arms in innocence and plea for it all the same. It was more the tone that alerted him. Once that usually meant trouble at home.

But shortly his eyes found the source and a different kind of feeling brought discomfort. It tightened in his stomach and heated his neck. Peeta tried to bite down the blush, but was sure he probably wasn't really succeeding. "Oh.." he managed, looking down at the flower he had almost pulled apart and back up at her. "I can get you another one---" and he already started looking. "There should be plenty about.."

[burnarrow]

Madge comes behind me and voices, "Katniss, you don't need to yell at everyone." Lips pursing and looking down, I kick my shoe against some dirt. She's right, I did get carried away over a simple flower. When I look up, I see the blonde boy bright pink and guilt sinks in my gut. She finishes, "I think you should apologize for scaring him half to death."

I clasp a hand around my fisted flowers behind my back as my foot digs into the dirt, lightly swaying to avoid how awkward this really is. My voice muffles, "I'm sorry I scared ya." Madge nods and returns to the playground.

I unravel when he offers to find me another flower, "I'll come with ya?" I'm right behind, looking for more flowers to add. I introduce myself without Madge inserting herself, "I'm Katniss, like the potato plant. What's your name?"

[doughbcy]

a plotted starter for @burnarrow

We try to forget.

That meant everything, apparently. Something he hadn't initially anticipated on. Perhaps it hadn't fully landed yet that they had been on different wavelengths. His efforts had shown that much. Peeta tried to balance it off by also including Haymitch. Whenever bread was made in his new kitchen, both his neighbours would receive a loaf. When he tidied his garden in the front, he didn't mind pulling some weeds left and right. That was if Mrs. Everdeen didn't already catch him to that. She was friendly in passing. Peeta could appreciate that, since his family hadn't come with him like Katniss's had.

He found that any company was better than nothing. And since Katniss seemed.. otherwise occupied, Peeta focussed his attention more to their mentor, whilst trying to reconnect with the girl he'd thought loved him back in a subtle sort of way. He was silently hopeful, still. Perhaps she just needed some space. But it did slowly start to gnaw at him that after all that had happened he was now feeling disregarded and overlooked.

Blues caught her frame almost immediately. He had watched her so often, and would recognized her posture, her walk, the tilt of her head and the curve of her shoulder in any crowd. He went inside, finding there was enough time to grab the plant he had dug from behind the mill. There was a slight skip in his step as he tried to somewhat hurry to meet her at the steps --- trying to not seem overly eager.

"Hi --- um, your mom mentioned she wanted to have some dille in her garden so I got some for her from near the mill." he explained, a little bit out of breath from his hurry. "I don't mind her taking mine, but it might be more convenient if she can just grab it and doesn't have to ask."

[burnarrow]

I palm the back of my neck and massage it lightly after passing through the barb wired fence. All I did today was watch geese play in the lake and feed the wild squirrels. Someone has to fatten them up. Even so, the cranky sun beat down and totally wiped me clean of energy. There's just not many days where I have the luxury to admire and just sit in the beauty in the outskirts of twelve. It's become the only outlet I have from the new world I've been thrown into.

Then, out of nowhere, my mind wanders if Peeta has found his outlet. I don't make the effort to see him and ask, so I shake the feeble thought out. Maybe, he has. Just like me, always doing something to keep the hands and mind busy or else the nightmares will come back haunting. Tenfold. It seems worse now that I'm not in the arena.

I work through the Seams and to the Village. It's so lonely going from a lively neighborhood to a non-existent. I'm grateful for Haymitch and Peeta. I walk through the gates and pull off the sweater, keeping me from freezing over. When the fabric releases my head, I see Peeta at the steps of my home. I've caused this rift and he's only trying to mend it. I indulge to keep the conversation from ending badly, "Isn't is dangerous to be around the mill? I heard it could collapse at any point.."

I don't mean to chide him, so I digress, "I think I did hear her say she wanted that, so do you need help planting them? She should have room in her garden."

[doughbcy]

a plotted starter for @burnarrow

He had found himself a warm corner in the schoolyard. One where the sun reflected nicely off the brick walls; radiating its warmth to where he was seated. By himself, this time. It wasn't necessarily a common thing, though, for him to be alone. He didn't stand out in such a way. In fact, Peeta didn't stand out in any way. Perhaps just the shade of his hair where most of the residence of twelve had a darker look about them. But other than that, he was the type of guy you mistakingly recognized to be someone you vaguely knew from the market. He preferred it that way.

And no one would judge him for enjoying his quiet refugee in the sun in a way that kids could be cruel. No one really noticed it anyway. So there he sat, pulling the fluff off a dandelion as if it were important, letting the echoes of shouting and laughter fade away in the background.

[burnarrow]

My fist holds an assortment of flowers in different shades and hues. All I need is a yellow flower to bring the bouquet together. With muted tall green blades of grass littered with blue lilies and purple tulips, I spot a yellow dandelion from afar. It would really bring the dark colors together. I spirit across the yard before Madge calls to stop me. I yelp, "Hold on, I just need to get this flower...I'll be back."

I turn back to find a blonde boy sitting where the flower stems. My feet scurry and I yell some more, "Hey, I was going to use that flower...!!" When I reach him, I'm huffing and show him my wilted collection. "You owe me a yellow flower." I snip.

[gamehaunt]

he's been keeping busy since they got back. he didn't have to wake up early anymore. or bake. or do anything that he's been doing for sixteen years but he does anyway because now, without the constant need to survive, he found that he genuinely liked it. he enjoyed baking and cooking, especially for people. but he knows that he's been following katniss around and offering her food like a lost dog. he can't help it. he knows it was fake, a ploy to stay alive, but part of him wants to be near her in any way he can. even if it means nothing to her in any significant way. part of him, he's sure, is masochist. why continue being kind and going out of your way for someone that's with someone else. that loves someone else. because she saved you and it's the right thing to do. he knows that his feelings are his and she's not responsible for his heartbreak. it's the burden he'll always have to carry. gale was hers before they ever entered the games.

he shifts his weight uncomfortably as he thinks about her question. he's never been in the hob, even now, and part of he feels like she's being polite. but he knew katniss well enough that she wasn't someone that went out of her way for niceties or to be polite. she was honest and raw and maybe this was his opportunity to get over the heartbreak of her being with gale and a path to being in her life in a real, true way. the idea of being her friend after everything seemed like it started with a visit to the hob. ❛ i'd love to go. i've actually never been. ❜ he offers her a smile before side stepping out of her way. ❛ after you. ❜

[burnarrow]

Even if I don’t want too, I notice the difference in him. All this time we have spent together, I didn't expect to pick up on a few of his cues. The subtle note between indifference and nonchalant. He rides the line so well. I sort of envy him. Though, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth because he isn't the type to envy. He's too good for that kind of emotion, too admirable to ruin. "Great. Keep up or ya may get lost." I comment lowly, "But, don't worry I'll be able to find ya if ya do."

I adjust the basket to rest against my torso and brace for the cool morning air that pollutes twelve in a misty fog. It usually lifts once the afternoon sun shines down on the gritty dirt, so I like to take advantage before the blazing sun becomes unforgiving. Tossing the light grey scarf over my head, it fashions as a vest too. My chin tucks into the lip of it as I check Peeta and his wear. He's going to be freezing if I don't supply him with something since it was my idea to invite him spontaneously. Going to his house will only delay my plans, so I move to the foyer and open the closet next to the front door.

It's full of random boxes piled on the top shelf with thick jackets hanging from a wooden pole barely holding. Dust coats the creases, untouched during their move from the Seams to Victor Village. Istand on my tippy toes and pull a heavy coat from a hanger then toss the weight at Peeta, "You'll probably freeze before I lose ya if ya got out like that."

Next, I open the front door. A fresh blast rolls into my home and head towards the Seams. Families are just waking up and doing the chores for today. It's a bittersweet feeling to watch them. I was in their shoes two months ago. Now, watching them struggle from Victor's Village instead of the Seams feels like I'm watching a movie through a screen. And I've only seen one movie where the audio was cut and half was blurred out. It was definitely from the Dark Days. I make small chatter to keep him focused on our route, "How far have you gone?"

[burnarrow]

i exceeded my daily image upload, wth. *melting face*

[thoughtcascades]

everyone’s healing but nobody’s fixed

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@burnarrow asked: come on , or you'll miss it .

❝ no one told me that viewing is mandatory. ❞ annie’s brows are frowning, her lips pressed together. holding finnick’s rope, tying and untying it to steady her hands.

❝ who’s it this time? ❞ she asks, her tired tone clearly indicating that she has no intention to move. she lost track of who’s in charge and who shows up on tv — there’s too many events going on at once for her to even process them.

[burnarrow]

The uneasy shuffle of her hands is enough to clasp my hands around hers. They’re firm in grip and steady for a friend. "No one told me you were going to shake your skin off either, but Haymitch knew who to send." I try to lighten to mood, but I was never as good as Peeta was. a pang strings my chest deeply. There's no room for my emotions today.

After a few seconds, I let her hands go and answer honestly, "Snow just finished his grand speech. He's about to announce what the quarter quell is going to be." I dont have the energy to give respect and call him president when all he's done is play dictator. I nudge my head toward the hall with a soft smile, "Come on, don't make me drag you. We're in this together."

[doughbcy]

[towngirlreaped]

One Down, and One to Go | plotted starter with @burnarrow

Maysilee had recognized Katniss the moment she'd stepped up and volunteered for her sister. This was Asterid's girl, through and through - which meant she might've had something of a shot at winning. Intimate knowledge of plants could've been a lifesaver in the arena, and she offered a small smile at the mockingjay pin fastened to Katniss' dress. Perhaps Maysilee had once resented it, but between Lenore Dove and Haymitch, she'd learned to re-examine it.

"Listen up," she said, cutting through the silent tension on the train. Maysilee didn't know where Effie and Peeta had gone off to - something about training him in manners, a task Maysilee could've easily done herself - but the one-on-one time was valuable. The more they could talk now, the better off Katniss would be in the arena. "I don't know what Asterid's told you about me, but I promise you, you don't have to like me. As long as you know how to take good advice when you hear it, we'll get along just fine. I do need to know where your skillset lies. That's the only way you'll maybe have a shot at getting out."

[burnarrow]

My plates staked full with food I’ve never seen or ever smelt before. Only the people in the Capitol get to enjoy such luxuries, and I plan on nose diving fully into it all. From the thick salty syrup they call gravy to lamb chop soup with onions and garlic, I stuff my face with breathes barely in between. There’s no chance I’ll get to experience this again so I savor every monumental explosion going on in my mouth, spices I’ve never tasted before.

She takes her place next to me, but I don’t pay attention to her. She reminds me on ma before losing pa, and I don’t like that. Her blonde hair flows over her shoulders and her colored eyes beams at me like ma did when she had some sort of concoction to show me she’d made from flowers and herbs. It’s her demanding demeanor that grabs my attention and I shallow the bite in my mouth. My left brow lifts lightly with her proximity. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, “Ma doesn’t talk much any anything anymore…but, I’m good at making traps and shooting a bow.” I take another bite of my delicious soup. No need to let the food grow cold and go to waste.

[coxalaqua]

When I got older and times got tough, I would close my eyes and see my family through my little window — young and happy and I would be so sad ‘cause I couldn’t go outside and join them, you know?

[petitworld]

Chiltern Hills, England by Will Blakey Milner

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath, aged 26, NOTEBOOK, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated January 20, 1959)