i will not interact w personal blogs or blogs w muns under the age of 18. i will not interact w muns who display homophobia, racism, misogyny, etc etc etc. t.rump supporters will be blocked on sight. tldr: be 18+, be a roleplay blog, donât be a dick.
if you wish to unfollow me / break mutuals, please hard block me. this is the only way i know for certain that it wasnât accidental on either side.
dni if you buy into the rhetoric that headcanoning male muses as queer = fetishizing queer men. this is harmful and homophobic. doesnât matter which way you phrase it. if you were involved in chasing a friend of mine off of this site over this (and you know who you are), i donât want to interact with you.
this blog is considered low activity. frequent ooc chatter will take place. if this bothers you, this isnât the blog for you.
i do not utilize the queue. i post as i write. this means a bunch of posts may pop up at a time. if this bugs you, this isnât the blog for you.
i use primarily small, colored font. if this is difficult for you to read, let me know and iâll accomodate! i donât mind how you format your replies.
in most verses, peeta is a minor. in no way will i explore nsfw content with him. romantic is fine, but anything more than that? iâm not comfortable with it. he is demisexual & demiromantic.
original characters with familial connections MUST be discussed with me beforehand. please donât automatically assume a familial dynamic with peeta. it drives me crazy.
i donât want to be involved in any dash drama. if iâm writing with someone whoâs harmful to the community, let me know in dms. i wonât participate in callouts or vague posting. dni if you frequently engage in these practices.
i donât hoard followers. if i follow you, itâs because i want to write with you. iâm a bit shy, so bear with me as i slowly kickstart interactions.
when you think abt âthe gardenâ (my pinned song) as a peeta song it takes on a whole new meaning bc my man was LITERALLY tending to a garden in mockingjayâs epilogue
thinking about how peeta is strong, but he carries baby weight. itâs especially noticeable in his face. after heâs rescued from the capitol, itâs his face that looks the most jarring: cheeks that were once full reduced to nothing, vibrant eyes dulled and sunken in, dark circles beneath them. heâs a shell of the boy he once was when heâs rescued. if katniss finds the sight of him jarring, i can only imagine that he looks in the mirror and has no idea whoâs staring back at him.
the ballad of songbirds & snakes (novel) sentence starters.
feel free to adjust as needed. please read with caution.
â itâs practically a holiday! â
â stop worrying. â
â puncture wounds never bleed long. â
â i was trying for respectful yet celebratory. â
â always an honor to be of service. â
â itâs a new law. â
â you all right? you just went white as a sheet. â
â i saw a snake! â
â did she kill her? â
â donât cry. â
â nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping. â
â you can kiss my ass & then keep on walking. â
â my friends call me [name]; i hope you will too! â
â no one would know better than i. â
â if it was me, anything you could do to make me feel like you cared about me would go a long way. â
â tastes like bedtime. â
â you look like you shouldnât be here. â
â ah, a rebel. â
â i do my best to take care of you. â
â they never found out who did it. â
â i might need him. â
â own it. â
â would you care to meet a few of my neighbors? â
â i brought along a friend of mine today. â
â that snake was a particular friend of mine. â
â polka dots always make me feel happy. â
â after i heard you sing, i couldnât keep away. â
â youâre not allowed in there. â
â iâve got a good feeling about this one. â
â i have a great many things to learn. â
â none of them trust me. â
â are those sandwiches for anybody? â
â now itâs like a picnic. â
â i was thinking it might be a good idea for you to sing again. â
â i do so love to sing. â
â birds in the heavens know i love you. â
â thanks for stepping up. â
â that seems like an odd pastime. â
â iâm so blameless iâm choking on it. â
â sheâs a wily little thing who began to manipulate you the minute you met. â
â [name], you need to get more sleep. â
â human beings may not be perfect, but weâre better than that. â
â most of us donât want to watch other people suffer. â
â i make my living entertaining people. â
â iâll sing you a few bars backstage. â
â did you write that song yourself? â
â none of them can hold a candle to you. â
â sheâs playing with fire there. â
â i couldnât save her. i couldnât stop the blood. â
â working kept me from freaking out. â
â will she die? â
â you must hate me. you should. i would hate me. â
â donât leave me to go through this alone! â
â my condolences on the loss of your friend. â
â itâs a difficult day for all of us. â
â i canât eat today. â
â youâre quite the rebel. â
â enjoy the show! â
â i like your voice. â
â she saved my life, i think. â
â itâs just the kind of story that catches fire. â
â itâs not safe. â
â weâre not safe! â
â you could start by thinking i can actually win. â
â we think of a strategy. â
â you find me a guitar? â
â thereâs an empty seat by me. â
â i thought the war was over. â
â itâs not immoral to defend ourselves. â
â i trust your girl. â
â when i was a girl, i fell into your arms. â
â you stole & you gambled & i said you should. â
â just let me remind you who i am to you. â
â for when the bell rings, lover, youâre on your own. â
â now what will you do when i go to my grave? â
â new song? â
â she is a performer, after all. â
â people love a good love song. â
â people are fools. â
â there are a lot of romantics. â
â i loved how it proved me right. â
â i come bearing gifts. â
â i feel more hopeful in the daytime, but when it gets dark, i get so afraid. â
â take me with you. â
â the only boy my heart has a sweet spot for now is you. â
â it will be over quickly. â
â weâre all a mess. â
â youâre monsters! all of you! â
â things will pick up. they have to. â
â i almost feel sorry for him. â
â doesnât look so tough to me. â
â is the whole city up? â
â i need to stop causing you trouble. â
â what makes you think i could do that? â
â thanks for having our backs! â
â i can walk, no thanks to you! â
â i think i underestimated how much they hate us. â
â i wanted them dead. i wanted every one of them dead. â
â chaos happens. what else is there to say? â
â oh, donât let him die alone. â
â he declined to comment. â
â youâre heartless. â
â the only thing you are is brave. â
â sheâs smarter than she looks. â
â why havenât you made this public? â
â this is a surprisingly warm welcome for the person who almost destroyed you! â
â some girl will be singing. â
â i shouldâve warned you about the birds. â
â kill two birds with one stone. â
â sometimes hungry people need music the most. â
â do you like sweets? â
â you made your choice. â
â just spending some time with my girl. â
â youâre mine & iâm yours. itâs written in the stars. â
â heâs a liar & a louse. â
â this is the price they pay. â
â weâll just perch here until they shoo us off. â
â i hate to think of them caged up, when theyâve had a taste of freedom. â
â sounds like torture, having someone controlling your voice like that. â
â do you always feel free to speak your mind, [name]? â
â i think you should say what you think. â
â itâs a mystery, sweetheart. just like me. â
â thatâs why itâs my song. â
â snakes like it there. â
â maybe my freedom is worth the risk. â
â trust is important. â
â i think trust is more important than love. â
â i love all kinds of things i donât trust. â
â i trust you, though. â
â [name] feeds on sweet. â
â you been with her, thatâs what iâve heard. â
â iâll sell you for a song. â
â thought we agreed this was between us. â
â sheâs my girl. â
â weâve got no quarrel with you. â
â always keep that last bullet somewhere safe. â
â you were never here. â
â youâre pure as the driven snow. â
â i told you to run so we'd both be free. â
â no stranger would it be if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. â
â iâll miss the music & my pretty birds. â
â i think thereâs a natural goodness born into us all. you can either cross that line into evil or not. but itâs our life's work to stay on the right side of that line. â
â you said you killed three people this summer. â
â i killed the old me to come with you. â
â iâm not made of sugar. â
â itâs not too late to work something out. â
â our essential nature is violent. â
â your little songbird. was she sad to see you go? â