#voav

[frolicinaforest]

if you follow me for fanfic stuff, i know i promised a sequel to voav this year - and it is happening ! it is written (roughly) and needs major editing but im not happy with the first chapter, so i decided to step away for a month or so and clear my mind before going back

unfortunately, my mind went hey do you wanna hyperfixate on cotton instead and now we're a pinterest board, twenty thousand words and several art pieces into a cotton fic, so that's happening i guess

but i am happy to speak to anyone about fic stuff and you're welcome to be mad if anyone out there was desperately waiting for voav sequel djdnd

[nesepalamudu]

özdemir asaf r'leri söyleyemiyormuş. kendi şiirini "bütün ğenkleğ aynı hızla kiğleniyoğdu" diye okuyormuş.

[frolicinaforest]

EPHEMERAL

Maxim Strayer considers his life as a series of fleeting moments. Occasionally, they repeat.

After an altercation with the mayor's car, Maxim enters the arena and finds himself with an ally and an enemy. He fails to save Lystra. He succeeds in killing Callithya. He returns to District Eight as a victor, falls asleep in his new home and wakes up six months before the reaping.

For the 98th Annual Hunger Games, he is reaped again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68580611/chapters/177558376

[frolicinaforest]

It seemed as if Azure was constantly entwining himself with troublesome district boys.

[frolicinaforest]

the most fearsome of arena alliances

[frolicinaforest]

Azure Sorrenhil, 11, was excited to appear on a survival show that promised to make him a star.

Azure Sorrenhill, 14, was tired of being cast in survival shows - and this time, survival was the most important part.

[frolicinaforest]

I'm tired of her haunting me. I've been working on her for weeks and I *cannot* do her face.

Aurum 'Goldie' Flickerman

Mistress of Ceremonies for the 95th Annual Hunger Games

[frolicinaforest]

“Your visus,” warned Penelope, pointing to the blue strap that adorned his wrist. “Oh,” mumbled Azure. He often forgot to take the device from his wrist before going on stage. Penelope – or his mother, if he was unlucky – showered him with reminders. He deftly undid the silicone strap and placed his visus on the shelf beneath the mirror. Azure paused and then reached out to turn it so that the screen faced the wall. He detested the idea of the camera watching him without him knowing. “We should take a picture for Pageant,” reminded Penelope. Briefly, she checked her own visus with a tap of her wrist. “Your followers always like to see your outfit.” Azure considered her instruction and then shook his head. He did not mind disagreeing with Penelope. She never scolded him for it. “Later,” he promised, as a compromise. “Alright.” Penelope ruffled his hair, which no longer shone. “We’ll do it later.”

Canary // frolicinaforest