#@dandelionlovesyou

[lemonluvgirl]

WIP Titles Game

thanks for tagging me @absnow

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Holy heck I actually had to count my WIPs and wow! I've got so many!

The Designation Games

Paper Hearts

Best Laid Plans

Build Me Up From Bones

Small Talk

Hitting The Target

Christmas For 3

Senorita

Drabbles/Oneshots/Misc.

This Rebel Heart

Promise Me, Little Brother

Golden Cages

Do you think I might have too many irons in the fire??? LOL Anyways, I'm tagging 12 people hopefully I won't be the only one with a double digit WIP count!

[lemonluvgirl]

So true. If I had a nickle for every time an author wrote in the notes section that their native language wasn't English and then I proceeded to read such epic fanfic...I'd be so damn rich. But also, big thanks to all the fic writers who write in a language other than their own.

I have news for you about your favourite fics

[dandelionlovesyou]

A big, big thank you to @alwayseverlark​ for the generous prize for the This Would Have Happened Anyway Challenge way back in December. I merely had to enjoy the fabulous fics and comment on them and boom! I won a commission for one of my stories. I am super grateful and elated for winning.

To win artwork for a story I wrote is very special. It was like my effort, time, and imagination were affirmed. I can't explain it. Seeing my Katniss, Peeta, Elrick, Annie, and Nathan from Companion come to life through art was validating on many levels. I am not a writer, far from it, so this is pure joy for me. My heart grows warm every time I look at their blended family rendered by @little-lynx​. I'm so honored to have you draw my Everdeen-Mellark family 🙏🧡

Adoption is very close to my heart, so my very first long fic had to be about that. Katniss and Peeta may have gone through a lot in their young lives, but their hearts are infinite, and together they chose to share that with Elrick, Annie, and Nathan.

I hope you enjoy this artwork as much as I do. Thank you again @alwayseverlark​ and @little-lynx​ 🥰

[jhsgf82]

Without Success: The Failed Attempts of Peeta Mellark to Speak to Katniss Everdeen

For @dandelionlovesyou​

Failed Attempt #1 

Age 11 

The first time I try, without success, to talk to Katniss Everdeen, the girl I have this crazy crush on, is the day after I tossed her that bread… 

We’re at school, on the playground at recess. She’s off on her own as usual, and I’m near some of the other boys but ignoring them right now. My friends have been trying to get me to play ball with them, but I’m not in the mood. I can’t help watching Katniss...  

I’ve been feeling ashamed about it, the thing with the bread; I’ve had this sick feeling in my stomach ever since. I just keep thinking I should go over and apologize to her, for tossing her those loaves of bread like she was one of the pigs, instead of handing them to her directly. 

She probably thinks I’m a jerk for doing that, even if she did take them. They must’ve been muddy and gross, I think, frowning. And I feel bad they were burnt, but I knew that was the only way I could give them to her. 

Well, I must’ve been staring the entire time I was having these thoughts because suddenly, she looks up, and our eyes meet. I really like her eyes; they’re so pretty, and different from any other girl’s that I know. I freeze for a moment, because of her eyes; I guess that’s why I don’t look away like I normally do. 

She looks back at me from across the yard, then looks down, and for some reason, she picks a dandelion. She stares at it for a long time, and though it’s hard to tell from the distance, I think she smiles a little. 

I’ve heard that the dandelion is a weed. The yellow color is nice, though, and I like how you can rub it under your chin to tell if you like butter (if it turns yellow). Mine did. Of course, I like butter; I’m a baker’s son. Anyway, I have a thought. To bring her flowers. I’d like to bring her nicer flowers than dandelions, but there are so many around the schoolyard, and she seems to like them, at least, from the look on her face. 

I think to pick a whole bunch of them for her before recess is over, and I set to work. After I’ve gathered quite a few, I begin to head over to her… 

But then I stop. Reaching up, I touch my eye and wince, remembering my punishment for burning that bread. My brother, Rye, tried to cover up the deep bluish-purple color for me this morning with some of Mom’s makeup. He told me it didn’t make me a pansy. I was more concerned Mom would notice some of it missing. The stuff isn’t cheap. He said it was necessary, though, and he only used a little bit, promising she wouldn’t notice. Anyway, it sort of hid my black eye, and I’ve been doing my best all morning not to touch it and rub it off.

I wonder if Katniss will notice if I go up to her. Maybe not the makeup (the shade is pretty close to my skin), but surely, she’ll notice the swelling. Even though I had a bag of frozen peas on it for like an hour last night, it must look all puffy and horrible today. I can’t go up to Katniss looking like this. 

I turn away but look back at her over my shoulder. She still has the dandelion. She’s sitting on the swings alone, staring at it and pumping her legs a little. She looks cute, and lonely. I start to change my mind‒I could go over and sit by her, maybe a few swings down where she can’t see my face too good‒but then the bell rings. 

I shoot her one last look; she doesn’t look at me, and then I sigh. I drop the bunch of dandelions; they fall into a pile at my feet, and I head in with the rest of the class.  

All the way inside I’m beating myself up over my failed attempt at talking to Katniss. Actually, it’s not the first time, come to think of it. The first one was after she sang in the music assembly...  

From the moment she sang, I knew I was a goner. 

I was so impressed. I mean, it was beautiful, and she wasn’t even scared. I would have been scared, to get up in front of everyone like that…  

I wanted to say something to her then, something like… “You sing pretty.” Or, “You sing like the birds, but prettier.” 

I shake my head at my stupid five-year-old self. 

I’m braver now. Better with words, though apparently, not much. I have friends, and I’m even able to talk to girls. 

Just not the one I really want to… 

Maybe tomorrow. 

[endlessnightlock]

Hello there 😊

Can I tell you a story? I promise it's not weird.

I read your drabble yesterday about Buttercup and Peeta where Peet was making pancakes for Katniss. Coincidentally enough I also made pancakes last night 🥞 Sourdough and yeast ones like always, and it reminded me of your sweet ❤️ drabble. Peeta was so adorable with his nervous energy and Buttercup was the right kind of comic relief. I just love them together.

This morning (I did an overnight rise), disaster strikes because the batter grew into a monster in the fridge and seeped its way out of the air tight container! It was ALIVE and there was pancake batter everywhere! 😂😭🤣 Thank goodness I didn't add eggs because that's extra clean up! I had a feeling it would happen when I said good night to it. Lo and behold, I had to clean the fridge before I even made breakfast 😭 What a Monday morning!

On the up side, the pancakes turned out pretty good. Because I had to clean the fridge, I saw some apples and added them to the batter. I also had some walnuts, so I crumbled them into the bowl. It was an experiment that didn't look so good but I think Peeta would be proud of me for its taste and texture. It was fluffy and moist. Just the right sweetness and freshness from the apples. I love walnuts so that's just 👌.

I was tempted to write this into an Everlark baking drabble with toastbabies but thought better to tell you instead. I hope my pancake adventure made you smile! 🥰 🥞🌞

You're a girl after my own heart @dandelionlovesyou .

Very cute story :).

Those pancakes sound delicious, although different from how I make them. I don't use yeast in them (I do bake bread, pizza crust, and cinnamon rolls with yeast). Mine are more like I described Peeta's: flour, a little sugar, baking powder, eggs, salt, and baking soda, with buttermilk that reacts with the baking powder to make them fluffy.

Cooking and baking are some of my favorite things to do, and many happy accidents happen in my kitchen, which results in dishes like your apple and walnut pancakes. Yum (I'm going to have to try that sometime)!!!

[am2c]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity. 💫🌈

hi! thank you for this ask

playing Tears of the Kingdom (I'm so obsessed with this game rn, like I need to play it all the time!)

doing 3D renders

going to the movies!

building lego sets

talking with my friends for hours

[everlarkficquestions]

Hi! Do you by any chance have a master list of fics about Everlark as parents??

We don't have a masterlist, but here are several fics about Everlark as parents:

me and my husband (we are doing better) - asclexe

Food Comas - albinokittens300

Love Is - dandelionlovesyou

Sugar and Spice and Everything’s Not So Nice - JHsgf82              

Felicity - MegaAuLover  

holding my breath for the fear of sleep again - vampphobic      

Singing in The Meadow - LovelyToTheBone

Mellark Mistletoe - dandeliononfire        

Of Elves and Eggnog - Miffy          

Paints and Petals - starsmahogany      

Peeta’s Holidays Escapades - Elricsister

Birds in Heaven Know I Love You - CassandraO

Just Hope They Grow Up Normal - CassandraO

Not a Walk in the Park - HGfanonezillion

The Pearl Ring-Demona424

Cold Night In - BlackCat46  

A Day With Dad - Everlark_Pearl

All I Know - JLala

And the Book - thegirlonpeetamellark

A Remedy Against Nightmares - Medea Smyke

Christmas Behind Closed Doors - Miss_Scarlett

Comfort Starts at Home - Everlark_Pearl

Everything You Are - sucrevenin 

His First Hero - Everlark_Pearl

Simple Gifts - Court81981

Simple Things - IzzySamson

Snow Angels - alwaysameiko

Sunrise and the Flame - MalTease

The 10 Steps - jw77

The Life Lessons series - hmweasley

Yellow Blossoms - shesasurvivor

Before and After the In-Between - notanislander

Sweet Talk -flythroughflames

Out of the Mouths of Babes - springsdandelion

The Many and Varied Adventures of Young Fletcher Mellark - orphan_account

They Say It’s Your Birthday - oh_so_loverly         

Easter Tradition - Sagittaria_sagittifolia   

Do You Want To Build A Snowman?- titania522

Sunrise - youarebeingridiculous         

The Family Plan - JLaLa                          

If anyone knows of any more, please let us know!

[dandelionlovesyou]

Cheeks

Young children!Everlark.

Six-year-old Peeta Mellark has a dilemma -- he kissed his best friend, Katniss Everdeen, on the lips! What is a young one supposed to do?

AO3 FFN

….…..

Peeta missed Katniss' left cheek and landed right smack on her pale pink lips. Yikes! He was just saying 'hello' as his Paw taught him before it had happened.

Kisses on the cheeks are normal, right? Peeta thought. It's to greet family and friends, and Peeta has been doing it ever since he can remember. He kisses his Maw on the cheek every morning, he kisses his Paw when he wakes him up for school, he kisses his Auntie Effie even though her perfume makes him sneeze, and he even kisses his stinky brothers, Rye and Wheaton, on their birthdays. Delly kisses him first when she sees him in the park, but he always makes sure that he returns the kiss on her plump cherry cheeks after. He kisses his friends, Katniss, Madge, and Leevy, every Saturday when they have their play date. Kisses are all routine.

But today, his lips slid. And Katniss turned her head towards him just as his lips brushed her olive skin. Maybe it was because his lips were cold from the popsicle Paw bought him, and Katniss got startled. Maybe Katniss wanted to kiss him first today? Or maybe it was just his unlucky day? Either way, what's a six-year-old supposed to do? A kiss on the lips is a new thing, and he hasn't seen anyone from his family do it.  

Without warning, Peeta's cheeks felt hot like oven doors, and his heart made loud tha-thump, tha-thump sounds in his big ears. His lips are still on Katniss', puckered fully like King Henry, Maw's fat goldfish at home. He willed his legs to move and his arms to push himself back, but they were like rocks sinking in the ocean. When he opened his eyes, Katniss' eyes were closed and scrunched up like … like ...

Holy heavensbee! I have to marry Katniss! Peeta screams inside, eyes wider than King Henry the goldfish. And kisses lead to babies! That’s what his Maw tells his older brothers, Rye and Wheat, every night at the dinner table.

“Lip kisses are a no, no, and must be avoided at all times,” Maw said.

Panicked, he pulls back his angelic face, turns around swiftly, and runs as fast as his chubby legs can take him. He passes by Delly, who is just arriving at the park. Leevy is not far behind her, swinging between her mom and dad. Madge is late, like always. And the rest of his six-year-old friends are probably buying ice pops, as his Paw said earlier. It is a hot day after all, and Ripper is selling fresh pops with chunks of fruits at the park entrance.

"Hi, Peeta!" Delly chirps, and she gives him a spirited wave. She’s always jolly, that one. Her lemon-yellow skirt bounces over her knees like butterfly wings. "My tooth fell off! Wanna see?!"

No, he doesn’t. Peeta has bigger problems to think about! “Later, Delly!”

"Alright!" She skips around in her impressive matching shoes and hums Ring-a-Ring O'roses.

Reaching the old oak tree a ways away from the jungle gym, Peeta presses his back on the dense and rough bark to catch his breath. The tree trunk is so huge and the tree so great, he's certain no one will see him hiding there.

Taking a quick glance back from where he came from, he tries to spot Katniss beside the red and orange slides, but she is nowhere to be found. Clumsily searching his pockets for his hanky, he comes out short and spies the white fabric his Paw always puts in his right pocket, splayed near the wooden seesaws. Instead, he lifts his right arm and vigorously rubs his lips on his sleeves. He even wets his lips a couple of times with his tongue and wipes them after. Peeta tasted a gentle hint of mint, like in tea, and thought it was nice.

A minute passes, but the panic still hasn't subsided. Cato aggressively playing stick swords with Marvel catches Peeta's attention. He slides down to the ground, lowering himself in his nook between two large tree roots. Cato likes to mock him, saying he is very fat and calling him "chubby buns" and "brioche boy" all the time. He tells him he's soft and weak, getting every one of his pack to follow his teasing.

Marvel does the same and tells him he's stinky even though he smells like cinnamon and dill. He can't help it that the scent of the bakery clings to his clothes and skin. Katniss thinks he smells good, and she even told him a couple of times over the summer. Peeta never did understand where Marvel was coming from.

"Oh, Katniss," he sadly whispers to no one in particular. He picks up an oak leaf and twirls it between his fingers. He really liked her as his friend, and they had a lot of fun playing tag and hopscotch.

Katniss likes collecting tree nuts and leaves like the one Peeta is holding now, and she always puts them in her bag to take home for her baby sister, Prim. Last Saturday, she told him that her baby sister was turning two, and she wanted to buy her a cupcake from the Mellark bakery. Peeta offered to give it to her, but Katniss was headstrong about refusing it. She said it was her gift, so he couldn't possibly give it to her for free. To trade instead, Peeta asked her to bring him berries from the shrubs near her fence. The Everdeens live on the outskirts of the city, practically in the woods, so she picks a lot of wild berries for her snacks in school. They hatched a good plan to store the cupcake in Peeta's superior lunch box. Katniss would return it the day after, filled with the berries he asked for as a fair trade.

But now they can't do that anymore. They can't be friends anymore, because he will have to marry Katniss. He kissed her, not just kissed her, but kissed her straight on the lips. She will have a baby in … well, he doesn't know how many days, but Katniss' mom is a doctor, so she will know for sure how long to wait. He hopes Katniss will have a baby girl. A tiny thing with the same long raven hair as Katniss does and gray eyes that looks like the full moon. He thinks of food and where they will live and supposes his room is spacious enough. And his bed has a trundle bed for cousins who sleep over. Katniss can sleep on his thicker mattress, while he takes up the trundle bed instead. It should be large enough for her and the baby. Comfortable too, when he keeps the window open.

For food, the bakery always has lots of food, and even though his Maw is strict with getting pastries, she is okay with serving day-old rolls of bread. They're still good as long as you reheat them in the oven and put a bit of butter on top or inside. He can fatten Katniss up in no time, and the baby can have all the fresh milk they use for baking.

House, food, and milk. That should be enough to live by, right? It would be nice to be with Katniss all the time at home. For sure she will sing lullabies to the baby as they cuddle at night. That would be wonderful and not bad at all. Peeta loves her voice, loves the sweet notes she makes that silence all the birds in the park. How lovely it would be to have his little songbird for a roommate. She's going to make a great mother, and he knows it.

Katniss will drive out all his nightmares too. No more boogeyman, werewolves, zombies, and ghouls. Rye can shut up about scary stories because Katniss will give it to him if he ever tries to scare them and the baby. She's not afraid of anything. From now on, there will only be fairy tales and happy ending stories in their bedroom.

Kissing Katniss on the lips wasn't so bad after all.

It's not unfun to be married and play husband and wife. He wonders if he should call her "love," or "dear," or "sweetheart." Auntie Effie calls Uncle Haymitch "darling" or "honey buns," and he calls her "cuddle bear" or "my star." Wheaton calls his girlfriend "baby," which is odd because she's not a baby at all. She's even taller than Wheat. Other times he calls her "kitten" or "lovebug." Well, Wheaton has always been the strange one in the family. Rye, Peeta gathers, will be even more bizarre when he goes to high school. He has all the signs of weirdness and mischief about him.

High school.

What will happen now with school? Maw and Paw don't get to go to school anymore. They work all the time and wear thick glasses all day to do chores. Maw answers phone calls and takes customers' orders, and Paw bakes and bakes and bakes … and cleans. There are no rest days except Sunday mornings. On Saturdays, his Paw drops him off at the park with Mr. Everdeen because he has to deliver cakes. Married life is just about work, work, work, and no fun!

I don’t want to live like that! Peeta thought. He likes going to school. Likes chatting with his friends and teachers, especially Mr. Cinna, his art teacher. He lends him his watercolor set, and they paint carrots and flowers during class. The handsome Mr. Odair is awesome too! Especially when he brings them to the district pool during the summer. Peeta will miss everything about school and work for the rest of his life from now on.

Oh, the horror!

Married life is no fun. No, no, no, no, no!

Why did I have to kiss Katniss on the lips today? Peeta scolds himself while pulling his fat and curly locks. He's now back to his original dilemma, and tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes. Above all, he doesn't want Katniss to live a sad life. He wants to keep listening to her adventure stories, to see her climbing trees, and to hear her laughing out loud when he pushes her forward on the swings. Katniss loves swings.

Kisses on the lips are such evil things!

“Hey!” Katniss all of a sudden pops her head from the side of the oak tree. Her braid dangles on her shoulders, almost reaching the ground with its length. “Are you okay?”

No, I am not, he pouts. 

Six-year-old Peeta Mellark is very much not okay. He kissed his bestest friend in the whole wide world, and now he has to marry her and work for the rest of his life.

"Sorry for kissing you," he says wearily and then rubs his lips with the back of his hand. He's rubbing it like an eraser, erasing dark pencil marks on paper.

Katniss shrugs her shoulders and then kneels before him. She hates seeing her boy with the bread unhappy.

Crumbled leaves and dirt cling to Katniss' green jumper, but she doesn't care like always. "So what? What's wrong, Peeta?" She tilts her head slightly in confusion and wrinkles her eyebrows at him.

Where does Peeta even begin? How can he explain their already ruined young lives?!

"Momma and Poppa do it all the time," Katniss says convincingly, picking up a nice-looking stick. She runs it through the dry leaves and makes a pattern, oblivious to Peeta's entire world crumbling inside him. "They then say 'I love you' or 'good night' after. It's no big deal, Peeta," she says matter of factly.

“But … but …”

"We can rub our lips and spit it out if you want to?"

Peeta's eyes pop at the revelation. Why didn't he think of that? Of course, they can spit out the kiss! The answer was right under his cute button nose. "That's it!"

"Yeah, it's so easy, Peeta." Katniss looks left and right and then back at him. Peeta's blue eyes are back to being bright now, and she's glad. "Together then?"

"Yeah, together!" he answers cheerily.

Hooking their pinkies like they always do when they make promises, they rub their lips over the back of their thumbs, grinning in the process. They both rub it five times, making sure they get every bit of the kiss out of their lips. Then they gather saliva inside their mouths before unbecomingly spitting on the ground like little hooligans.

Peeta feels relief right away. The tension in his round shoulders leaves him, and the sun on the horizon looks alive again in his eyes. They both brush their lips on their shirt sleeves and smile at each other.

"I'm never kissing you again, Katniss Everdeen!" Peeta swears with his adorable, squeaky voice. The most charming expression grazes his freckled face as he beams. He's determined not to repeat what happened today.

Oh, if only he knew where their lives were heading. Fate will fill it up with birthday cakes, high school dances, love letters in lockers, toasting, babies, and ... lots and lots of kisses.

"Okay," Katniss replies, her olive skin glowing. She then grabs his hand, so they can run back together to play with their friends. "Never ever?"

“Never ever!”

--- the end ---

.……….

Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

A cheek kiss that missed

Submitted by anonymous

[verimu]

Can anyone point me to fics where Peeta is a peacekeeper? Fireman? Police officer?

@alwayseverlark @dandelionlovesyou @promptseverlark @mega-aulover @jhsgf82

[lemonluvgirl]

Boop 😘

Just giving you some love 🥰

Thank you friend!!!

[broken-everlark]

WIP File game ~~

RULES: Post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I was tagged by the lovelies - @wednesdayandherhyde and @nouklea ❤️💙

Okay so I have a few. Some wyler some everlark.

Wyler/petroclair ⤵️

- Black Cat Ch 5.

- black cat editing draft

- wyler family fic ch 1.

- another way out

- Never Be alone

- abo wyler fic

- cat ears/tail Wednesday wolf/dog ears & tail Tyler / wyler fluff oneshot

- cat ears/tail Wednesday / wyler smut oneshot

- smut petroclair oneshot

- summer smut bingo (still need to pick a card🤣)

Everlark⤵️ (yes I'm back from my small break..)

- To the ends of the Earth ch 3.

- To the Ends of the Earth ch 4.

- Crave (name may change)

- I may re-write CttD. I don't know yet.. I want to continue it.. but I feel like it's awful..😅

I tag ~~~ @cosmic-lullaby @mega-aulover @wincestation @alexabrier @anotherbluesunday @chaoticstupiddm @insomniac1994 @beri-allen @iamfandomcrazy @lemonluvgirl @dandelionlovesyou @badnovels

[itskeisy]

Tagged by @thesweetnessofspring 💗

rules : type your favorite color into pinterest (google also works) and make a moodboard

Tagging: @arbyeatscheesebuns @alwaysmypearl @periwinckles @kaysbees @dandelionlovesyou @mega-aulover

[endlessnightlock]

Thank you for taking prompts ☺️🥳

How about a story with Buttercup and Peeta baking together? Or any bonding time really. Fun times!

For my friend @buttercupeatscheesebuns 🤗

Thank you so much 🙏❤️

@dandelionlovesyou thank you! I hope you and @buttercupeatscheesebuns both like it. I wrote this quickly (best way to do a drabble!) so excuse any errors

Standing at the kitchen sink as I wash my hands, gazing out the window at Haymitch's place, I realize I'm no longer alone in the kitchen. There’s a ticklish brush against my ankle, all fine bones and silky fur, a long tail curling around my foot. Buttercup has proven to be as silent as Katniss. Unless that cat wants you to know he's there, you don't.

"Morning, buddy," I greet, my voice a low hush to keep from waking Katniss. She's still dozing in the living room. She and I were up late last night and ended up falling asleep together on the couch. I woke before her, and instead of going home like I thought about doing, I decided I'd get up and make breakfast for us instead.

I'm full of nervous energy as I retrieve ingredients from the cabinet over my head, thoughts and feelings running wild as I complete the simple task of gathering flour and baking powder, sugar, and salt and setting them next to the mixing bowl. I'll make us pancakes since Katniss doesn't keep yeast in her kitchen. I'll have to bring her some of mine and put it in the refrigerator if I decide to do any baking over here.

Out in the living room, I hear Katniss stirring on the couch. I keep my face averted, my stomach fluttering with nerves at the thought of facing her this morning. She asked me to stay, and I can't quite settle on how sleeping with her last night leaves me feeling today.

All the while, Buttercup loops between my legs, rubbing his face against my intact leg. I know he's trying to get my attention. When he nibbles on my ankle, I flinch. It doesn't hurt; I'm jumpy, thus the cooking. Preparing food is a surefire way to settle my nerves. "That's not very nice," I scold that cat when he meows plaintively at me.

"Who isn't?" Katniss asks, yawning as she walks into the kitchen, shooting me a sleepy smile. It does something to me; that smile, it settles my nerves a little. She's not upset I'm here, and I'm not upset I'm here either. So it must be okay.

"The cat," I say, catching myself from calling Buttercup her cat. We both know he was Prim's cat, not hers.

"He's an asshole," Katniss agrees, and I laugh.

"I wasn't going to go that far."

She pulls out a stool at the counter and sits, gratefully accepting the mug of tea I fix her. "Suit yourself," she says, lifting the rim of the cup to her lips, pausing before taking her first sip, "he likes you better than me."

"Maybe," I murmur, rubbing his side with my foot. Buttercup purrs contentedly, a low vibration against the sole of my foot. Katniss never pets him. She does feed him raw meat, though, so it's hard to say for sure.

[callmetippytumbles]

LAST SENTENCE TAG WAR

So between my last tag war post and this one I was tagged by: @therulerofallpotatos @cosmic-lullaby @gardenoblues @chaoticstupiddm @badmoonbatflowers

DA RULES: In a new post show the last line you wrote tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

So here is the deal this time. I could just post my last sentence but I am just going to take the time to post a snippet of the fic here instead.

You’re welcome. (Or I am sorry, depending on how you feel. )

I figured I would post the snippet so that I can get some friendly peer pressure to finish the edits on the fic so I can post by the end of the week.

Tags and snippet under the cut.

The way the normally perky teen lashed out after the events at Gates’ mansion shocked her.

“You will use anyone to get what you want even if it puts them in danger.” Enid scolded. “Did you really need me and Tyler to be there while you got felt up by a freaking monster?”

“It did not feel me up.”

“If it didn’t get distracted by Tyler—who was trying to save your reckless ass—it might have. That thing scented you! And you liked it!”

“Enid—”

“I know what I saw, Wednesday,” Enid asserts. “I am a werewolf! I know what scenting looks like. That thing wants you and the monster and this case are all you can talk about. We could have died tonight because of your stupid obsession!”

“But we didn’t. In fact we are so close to solving this case. I can taste it.”

“And it probably tastes like monster jizz. I stuck up for you, I put myself out there for you, considered your feelings—”

“You didn’t have to do that—”

[From the loosely titled Ritual fic (still no title, still do not ask) based on a prompt from the @wylerserver18official server on Discord.]

So I am tagging the people below:

@therulerofallpotatos @suchaladyy @wincestation @cosmic-lullaby @nouklea @broken-everlark @wednesdaysviolet @penelopwgarcia @badmoodbatflowers @pororoh @realmermaid333 @gardenoblues @natliecole @dandelionlovesyou @fandom-geek17 @the-strangest-person @chaoticstupiddm

[promptseverlark]

Final List - Participants!

I will give you access to the collection so you can post until deadline 25th June.

@periwinckles

@dandelionlovesyou

@alwayseverlark

@albinokittens300

@shesasurvivor

@rosegardeninwinter

@mega-aulover

@everlarking-always

@lemonluvgirl

@katnissmellarkkk

@endlessnightlock

@professionalfangrrl

@youcantseeus-fan

@cozycoffeewriter

@lastleaf

@loungemermaid

@geekymoviemom

@thelettersfromnoone

@mtk4fun

@goldenslumberowo

@norbertsmom

@katnissdoesnotfollowback

@regrettable-username

@adsosfraser

@sommmee

@browneyeddevil

@mollywog

@ridasart

@jhsgf82

@absnow

@wistfulweaverwoman

@distractionsfromthefood

@sillymarigolds

[mega-aulover]

WEEK EIGHTEEN (18)

So We've been doing this for 4 months and I wanted to take a second to congratulate you all for working on your stories even if you did this with us for 1 week that is a victory.

I want you to give yourself a treat (ice cream, chips, chocolate, a new handbag, new pair of shoes -ect.) It's not easy sitting down and facing that blank page or not being able to come up with a single word. I really want to congratulate you, well done.

Also, life is tough and some have been busy, some have had babies, some are in college, teaching, you got sick, leading a wily bunch of old people (that would be me), dealing with inlaws, children, vacations, and dealt with all sorts of things. And yet you took time out to write.

So from all of us readers thank you.

I'll be here if you need a word of encouragement or a flirty how you doing...let me know I'm here to cheer you on...anything you need to carry on.

-Mega

@hayffiebird @mollywog @lemonluvgirl @endlessnightlock @norbertsmom @wistfulweaver2woman @professionalfangrrl @mtk4fun @dandelionlovesyou @wendywobbles @alwayseverlark @jhsgf82 @lollercakesff @safeinpeetasarms @alexa-santi-author @broken-everlark @pitualba2015 @hutchhitched& anyone else I might have missed forgive me it's been a lot of weeks.

ps I wrote...3,445...how you do?