#cinna loves interaction

[angrybatart]

Storyteller better watch out. Flying glomp imminent.

[cinnachaos]

maybe it was even Marie from Spaloon……..

OH MY GOD. I SHOULDVE GONE WITH MY GUT. OOOOOAAAGHHH. NOOOOOOO I RULED THAT OUT BECAUSE I THOUGHT "OH THEYRE PRIBABLY BUSY WITH SCHOOL RN"

falls to the floor . this is how it feels when u originally guess sometjing right on a test and fuck it up.

[vasilissadragomir]

one of the most heart-wrenching things about thg universe is that you feel the loss of who each character would be outside the circumstances of their birth almost as acutely as you feel the loss of the characters themselves.

sure, we know what lucy gray and her family would be doing in a different world; she’d be dancing and singing and making music which defines a cultural identity. but what about the others? would haymitch have been a hilarious, loving father with a family had he not been forced to survive 47 other children’s brutal deaths? would finnick have been a charismatic and beloved actor, bringing joy to immeasurable people on his own terms? would beetee and wiress have worked together to develop technology to make it easier to connect loved ones far and wide? what would reaper and annie have given to the world, or thresh, or rue, or even coral or cato or glimmer or clove?

if katniss wasn’t half-starving and forced to spend each day hunting to feed her family, would archery be her true passion? or if she’d been a well-sustained little girl with access to art supplies, would she have spent her time sketching captivating dresses? she picks up ropes and making fish hooks quickly—could her dexterity have lent itself to knitting, sewing, or crocheting with vibrant yarns and fabrics? there’s so much evidence that katniss finds clothing inspiring and empowering, even when she dismisses it as frivolous. she likes being pretty, she just hates the circumstances under which she’s made to look pretty. cinna shows her that beauty has its own power, and there are several moments in her interactions with cinna and his designs that make me wonder who she’d be if she had space for art and creativity in her life.

conversely, peeta has had art in his life since he was a small child, but for him, art has always been entangled with his trauma. he could bake and decorate well because he learned from his mother, a mother who beat him his whole life. but his talent grows, not only as a survival tool in the first games, but when he paints rue on the floor of the training center before the second games. his art becomes not only a symbol of his trauma, but a means of resistance and solidarity. in a world where peeta’s intrinsic kindness and loving heart had been nurtured and welcomed rather than abused, could he have been a painter, helping people find collective meaning in the simple realities of life?

could katniss and peeta have still found each other in another world, a world without the horrors they were raised with, and bonded over their love of art? could they have been each other’s muses?

maybe they find their way to share art, after the events of mockingjay, as part of their process of healing and falling in love with each other. when they’re finally safe and have been for a long time, maybe katniss fashions peeta an easel for him to paint in their living room. after months of watching him gaze out the window and paint the changing leaves, katniss takes to knitting on a rocking chair in the other corner of the living room to steady her restless hands. they work silently as the days go by, quietly exchanging the things they’ve made to give each other the reassurance and love neither could ever fully convey with words.

and maybe one day, when they learn there’s a baby on the way due in midwinter, katniss takes a page from peeta’s sketchpad and starts to plan a series of sweaters and hats and socks she can knit for the baby. and peeta goes to the little nursery upstairs and starts working on a mural, so the baby will have something beautiful to look at every day. they work together to design the perfect baby blanket for their child, to ensure they will always be wrapped in a layer of protection and love by their parents.

but even if they find creativity and beauty in their lives after the end of mockingjay, the art they make will simply never be what that art could have been had they not faced what they faced. art comes from suffering, yes, but the human condition has so much suffering as is, and we’d never know what kind of art they’d make if they hadn’t experienced trauma of a distinctly sadistic and inhuman nature. but maybe their children, raised in a better world with love and protection and safety and joy and creativity and expression, will be the ones to create the art peeta and katniss never could.

[howthesleeplesswander]

Even the truth-averse Captain could admit to being impressed with Ryunosuke's quick recovery. Clearly he'd have to try harder to fluster him next time. And yet, as Kaeya chased at his heels until they walked side-by-side again, their banter was the same game of cat and mouse: reasonably matched, the two of them altering roles rather than being locked into "pursuer" or "prey."

At least the one truth that had fought off a silver tongue to be freed into the night gave Ryunosuke pause. Kaeya's steps slowed but didn't fully stop, and he pivoted to keep the other's expression in sight. Watching his features transform with confidence made the admission worth it. In the brief moment of stillness while he held that deliberate smirk, a familiar thrill buzzed electric through frigid veins, superconducting from within.

"Oh, can I? Now don't I feel foolish." When his companion unfroze, Kaeya's cape flourished as he spun on his heel to keep pace, shaking his head with a lamenting hand on his chest. Using dramatics to bury the guilt that reared its head at Ryunosuke's returned admission. He knew that the other man was far too polite and amicable to have been upset over such a request if he had simply asked—but where was the fun in asking to see another player's hand when Kaeya could make them show him with a few simple tricks?

Case in point: it seemed Ryunosuke had overlooked one crucial detail. Time to try harder.

"But, dear Ryunosuke, keep in mind that I said that was the main reason for my little performance. Not the only reason." He shrugged, letting that stew for a moment. "If you want to know any more detail than that, however..."

Glancing at his profile, Kaeya rather missed the pinkish hue that had faded from his face, and didn't think twice about reaching across the narrow distance between them. With the gentlest caress, he brushed a knuckle across the rise of Ryunosuke's cheek, lingering to imbue warmth to soft skin. The touch traced downward, nestled into the shadow of his chin, and guided it up that fraction of an inch to lock their gazes.

"—you can simply ask," he purred, his one, dazzling eye practically glowing.

Ryunosuke, to this day, liked to cling to the belief (or was it hope, really?) that he was not entirely lacking in intelligence. Did he have the book smarts Kazuma had? No. Did he have the wit and charm of his current company hurrying at his heels now? Oh, most assuredly not. But despite these absent talents, he figured he had, to some degree, an ounce or two of common sense. Or observational skills, if he was keen on making the ability sound somewhat more exceptional. Point was—

He knew Kaeya wouldn’t let this go. As much as he knew he’d be followed within a second of shuffling past (and that he himself likely would’ve waited anyway if the captain hadn’t followed). And it was this foresight that had him taking a steadying breath before Kaeya made it back to his side. In. Out. A deep inhale, a long and practiced exhale. His eyes closed as the heated air fanned from his lips, and he felt as prepared as he could possibly get for whatever came next.

Naturally, they fell in-step with each other. Kaeya had made a decision to walk what seemed to be as close as possible (Ryunosuke was quite positive he never did anything accidentally), and as his smooth voice wove frustrating truths into the still night, Ryunosuke eyed the brush of their arms. He made no move to create distance. Not out of politeness, not out of any desire to. And maybe that was it. Maybe he truly didn’t mind, only that…

No. Something specifically Kaeya had said robbed him of all other thoughts in an instant.

“You did all that to spend more time together?” His steps slowed until he stopped. A confuddled look once questioning the ground in front of his feet found the real recipient. In a few staggering beats, Ryunosuke did nothing but study the debonair man in front of him, but it’d take only a blink to miss the way his expression changed. How quickly the confusion dissolved into scrutiny, and ultimately realization. The blooms of heat in his face were gone. Knots of his insides untangled, free.

He smiled.

“This… may come as groundbreaking, Captain, but you can simply ask,” Ryunosuke informed him. Finally, his feet moved again, bringing him even closer to Kaeya for the time it took to pin him with a deliberate look: his arched brow pulled a smirk to one side of his face as if attached by a string. “If that proves difficult for you, then we’ll have to work on it next time.” He shrugged at that, then rounded his companion again to take the lead.

But Ryunosuke made sure to say over his shoulder, “By now, I’d have thought it obvious I enjoy your company.”

[cin3maa]

☆Everything seems to be in order...☆

✽ ᡣ𐭩ˋ°•*⁀➷ 🌸

Ah! Welcome, may I see your authorization? 🌷

✰✰✰ Everything seems to check out! Now, what was it you said you were here for again..? Right! My name is Cinema, but you can just call me Cinna or Cin. Please keep all personal belongings put away and we can begin with the tour of The Greenhouse! ✰✰✰

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

As FishCity's botanist, I am set with the wondrous task of ensuring habitability and tending to the many plants. No, no.. They aren't for sale. Anyway! Feel free to explore on your own now if you'd like!

quick disclaimers and important info:

-i can and will draw selfship with my wife rise!donnie so if you dont want to see that, unfollow/block OR block the tag #selfship and you wont see any of it!

-my art requests are open

-interact with me! i swear i dont bite..(,,¬﹏¬,,)

Additional stuff to check out:

My pronouns and what to call me! 🌸 What's playing in my headphones? 🎧 700 DTIYS 🎨 #rottmnc - more coming! 🐈 #tmnt cin - me! 🎬 Donnie with other purple characters! 💜

Important people to know in FishCity:

The Mayor

The Train Conductor

Friend tags! (More TBA)

#corrupted file 📄- @mr-urple (big bro!!!) #ocean documentary 🪸 - @atomic-rattz (little bro...) #sweet n sour 🍋 - @hahawasabi #alien sighting 🛸 - @reddbug27

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boundaries and other stuff! ⇩(PLEASE READ BOUNDARIES BEFORE INTERACTING)

-> requests

i probably wont draw your oc

i wont do canon x YN requests unless i specify otherwise - i will deny/ignore you if you request it anyway. i understand you like the characters (i really do) but i just dont want to draw this kind of content as of now and i ask that you respect that.

...please dont beg or be pushy/send multiple asks with your request

if i havent responded to your request, i probably just dont want to do it or i do and am getting to it when i feel motivated

id prefer requests be primarily (rot)tmnt but if you want to request something related to any of my OTHER interests i wont mind（• ∇ ＜)

i am very obviously not going to be doing nsfw.

my commissions arent set up at the moment

the way that i personally do requests is that i get to them when i get to them. im most likely not ignoring you!!! i work at my own pace.

-> art usage

feel free to use my art as a pfp/banner etc (credit appreciated<3)

i dont mind if you repost as long as you credit me

do not edit/modify my art

do not use my art in edits

um.. i dont think this should be an issue but dont sell my art?

you can draw any of my designs but id prefer you didnt claim them as your own haha..please @ me if you do use anything id love to see it <3

-> boundaries

t/cest in/cest & proshippers fuck off. seriously, block me. this includes casey jr x turtles. dont joke about this shit either

^I do not count april but i probably wont draw any april x turtles anyway (he's married to me)

vivziepop (hazbin/helluva etc)

if you send me your art in my inbox and it doesnt pertain to me (like it just has nothing to do with me, just using me for clout?? idk its happened) i will probably answer privately. i love ur art but you cant just use me as a way to post it! if you want to show me something(again, if its just something unrelated and you want to show me)id prefer you tag me

i do not support ai art. if you support it or are neutral please block me. if you want to start making real art but dont know where to begin or need free resources, check out this post. (or this resource post)

if we're not close be mindful of what you send in my ask box lol. i am a minor. it makes me uncomfortable if youre sending me suggestive images or something like that (especially if i dont know you very well)

DO NOT VENT IN MY ASK BOX. i dont really know how to respond.. im witewawwy just a girl im not your thewapist im sowwy💔💔

i frequently call rise donnie my wife/bf & draw selfship (sometimes) so if that bothers you im sorry ;w; when i do draw selfship i try to tag it properly so it can be filtered !!!

im still an inexperienced artist, so i probably wont be able to give very good advice if you ask (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

feel free to tag me!

dms are open

-> other interests!

project sekai (if you want to play just ask for my id<3 im almost always up to it! i main jp but i do have en.)

vocaloid/utau/synthv & jpop

^ i am kakizaki yutas #1 fan !!!! listen to his music right now

hoyoverse (genshin, star rail, zzz, hi3)

little nightmares

skullgirls

YTTD

osomatsu san

metal family

bee and puppycat

jshk/tbhk

tadc

psych

ddlc

ptp

mitm

sotl

breaking bad

heathers the musical

...and more but this list is already getting long

stuff in here is subject to change! thank you so much for reading! (youd be surprised how many people dont)

[wip]

hey, it is very time consuming to look at notifications and have to click into so many of the text post ones because there's no detail at all for what it actually says most of the time.

what decides whether a text post has some of its text shown in the notification tab? why do other posts exclude any preview text altogether? are there plans to change this?

personally, I would love an optional toggle that gives me more verbose notifications. i want to know what text posts people are interacting with, without having to open literally every single one to find out! I don't care if it would look a bit cluttered, i 100% would rather be able to tell exactly what post every notification is for at just a glance.

Answer: Hello there @cinna-bunnie!

Great question. We try to summarize posts for notifications in a variety of ways, but we have limited space in the current notifications space, so we try to optimize it as best as we can. There is always room for improvement, though, so if you find specific posts that seem like they are missing a text summary that should be there, please feel free to send them to us in a Support ticket, and we’ll take a look! There may be a bug here we can fix.

It is unlikely that we’ll make our notifications longer or more verbose, even as a toggle, because we’d have to store even more redundant data in the notification. Ultimately, we want activity and notifications to be quick and easy to parse through, which typically means small and concise.

Thanks for getting in touch, and keep ’em coming, folks!

[shalomniscient]

what are your thoughts on domestic life with cinna? 🤔

cinnabar is like the poster child for domesticity. partner of all time. she's like one of those picture-perfect romantic partners people post about all the time except she really is, no exaggerations.

she's really good at the little things, i feel. not to say that she's bad at the big gestures, but the small, everyday ones are really where she shines. so something like, getting up a little earlier to make breakfast and making your tea/coffee/other drink exactly the way you like it. or maybe draping a blanket over you when you fall asleep at the couch watching your favorite show or movie, and giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

she's a great listener too, and will attentively listen to whatever you have to say, if it's about your day or something that happened or some niche interest you have. she'll be sure to ask questions too, to make sure you know she's engaged, that she cares. but if you just need someone to rant to at the moment, she's more than happy to hold you in her arms as you talk and just listen.

now this may be a little random, but i like to think cinnabar has a vast collection of hoodies because i mean c'mon, they're so comfortable. that being said, this also gives you the opportunity to raid her closet for them. she finds it cute and a little amusing the way you drown in her hoodies, but you clearly adore them, so she lets you have them. she keeps a hoodie rotation in her mind, making sure there's always a new one for you to steal after the previous one goes in the wash.

as for receiving affection, cinnabar likes it the same way she gives it, i feel, so that's acts of service. if she cooked breakfast, maybe you handle dinner, and if she tidied up the house, maybe you could tackle laundry. so the chores in the house have a 50/50 split, yk? also, doing equipment maintenance with her! her equipment gets pretty banged up on account of her role as a bodyguard/endura, so helping her out with fixing some dents in her shield or sewing up any cuts in her combat clothes is something she greatly appreciates! she will give you many forehead kisses as thanks <333

tangentially related, but she also likes seeing you have fun or interact positively with serpent eye. they're her family, after all. she'd be so, so happy if you invited them over for dinner or something, like a big family gathering. she'll even endure all of her uncles' drunken teasing about how she's such a puppy for you, because now she has all the people she loves most in one place, and that's something beyond words for her.

[enobariasdistrict2]

one of the many things to love about katniss is that she's not spiteful, or revenge minded, no matter how many reasons society and her circumstances give her to be, and always has empathy for others.

and this extends to people she doesn't have much emotional connection to. for as much as she regarded the careers as the capitol's well trained lapdogs, she killed cato out of mercy rather than revenge. she acknowledged that cato and clove could have survived if her and peeta hadn't, that someone like marvel who murdered her ally (a twelve year old, the most innocent and vulnerable person in the arena and who katniss saw as a sister) might have had a life to go back to, a home with family members waiting for his return. she felt guilty during her interactions with gloss and cashmere because she killed children from their district that they might have mentored. katniss explicitly said she did not like enobaria as a person, but didn't want to exclude her from the protection deal with coin.

katniss also has a kind view of people that, as cinna himself said, she should have despised. the capitol citizens are vapid and privileged and watch children like her die for their entertainment every year. yet katniss still forges a relationship with cinna and is able to be vulnerable and share her private stories and treasured memories with him acting as the capitol audience. and while she sees her prep team as ignorant and childish pets, she does have affection for them and objected to them being tortured in district thirteen. even though effie literally comes to her district representing the most evil aspect of the capitol and every year sends two children from her home to die, katniss still sees her redeeming characteristics, bonds with effie, and makes an effort to spare her from the rebels.

no matter who the person is or what they might have done to her/her loved ones, katniss recognizes humanity in everyone and attempts to limit the suffering of others when possible, regardless of her personal opinion about them.

[ilguna]

☼ trick question pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick admitted you were his celebrity crush a few years ago, and this year, he's got something planned.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.5k

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There’s no better feeling than finishing a film and getting to relax afterward, especially with your dazzling boyfriend, a few feet away.

You thought that you were going to be sad once the whole process was over, mostly because your co-stars this time around were too good to let go. You were afraid that you would all lose touch, but that’s not the case. You’ve kept up to date with them as much as possible, even with your busy lives.

If you’re being honest, it’s almost as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. You like the pressure from fans that expect you to get every detail right, it gives you a goal to complete. Even if other people would prefer that you give it your own sort of twist to make it unique. However, sometimes too much pressure weighs you down.

You’ve been looking forward to this trip ever since Finnick suggested it. His time off request got approved by Cinna, and you can’t find yourself to care about filming any more movies in the near future. He suggested that the two of you take a couple weeks off—a whole month, if you felt like it—to relax and get yourself back on track.

You thought it was excessive, and you were sure that you were going to be bored half of the time. And then you realized that you get to spend this time doing whatever you want. You can dedicate your time to Finnick, watch a new television series, read a few books, scroll on social media, pick up a new hobby, the list is really endless.

So far, though, you’ve found out that you like to be around Finnick. Neither of you have to be interacting, exactly, but as long as he’s near, and easy access to talk to, you’re happy. You two can be lost in your own worlds, and it wouldn’t even matter, because he’s right there to keep you company.

Any other guy you dated in the past would be bored out of their goddamn minds. Half of them always wanted to be out and doing things. They had to be on the move, taking pictures wherever they went so that they’d be able to show off to their followers. You would follow them, hoping that by the end of the night, they’d slow down enough to spend time with you alone.

All you ever got was disappointment.

You pause where you’re reading to take another look at Finnick. You’ve been stealing glances every now and then, because you can’t believe that you got lucky enough to have him. He’s been spending a lot of time in the pool lately, which has tanned his skin, bringing out the freckles that litter his shoulders. His hair is in little ringlets on his forehead from the chlorine, too.

He’s currently playing with his bottom lip, scrolling on his phone. He said that his goal this trip was to lower his screen time, and he’s been doing a great job so far. He can’t help checking social media to see what other people are up to. He’s told you that it feels like you’re taking a vacation from the world, even though you aren’t.

Finnick’s eyes flick upward, catching you staring at him. A small smile comes over his face, “What is it?”

“Just admiring the view.” You say cheekily, winking at him before you look back down at the book.

He lets out a laugh, shaking his head at you, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

The book you’re reading is another dystopian novel. They all seem to carry the same theme of overthrowing the government in some way. Instead of teenagers doing it, this one is about adults coming together to do it. It’s been pretty good so far. You like being able to follow a male protagonist. The supporting female character is good, too.

She holds a lot of the same qualities that the characters in televisions shows that you play do. You could easily find yourself playing this woman a few years down the line, when the book finally gets popular enough for a movie to be made out of it. You’ve exhausted most of the market at this point. You’re going to start having to play regular people in shows.

You’re sure it won’t be that bad, you just like complaining about it. Finnick’s heard what you’ve had to say about a hundred times now. And each time he feigns interest in hearing it again.

“I think you should read this one when I’m done with it.” You flip the page, “I think you’d like it.”

“What’s it about?” He looks up from his phone.

“Overthrowing the government, as per usual.” You laugh, showing him the cover.

He makes a face, tilting his head, “If you remind me when you’re done, I’ll give it a try.”

“That’s what you say every time, and you end up liking the series by the end of the book.” You tell him.

A warm summer breeze blows through the backyard. It feels nice on your skin after sitting out in the heat for so long. You’re not directly in the sun, you’re in the shade under the roof, and so is Finnick, but it’s bakingly hot. You wanted to get through a couple of chapters before giving in, especially since it’s nice out, but you’re not going to make it.

You place your bookmark between the pages, stretching your arms behind your head. This seems to catch Finnick’s attention. He places his phone face-down on the table, watching you for a second.

“Are you ready to go inside?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s too hot out here, and I’m about ready for lunch. I’m craving sandwiches.” 

“That sounds good.” He agrees, “Um—before we do that, can we take pictures by the pool? I saw some inspirational pictures and I want to try them out.”

You give him a look, slightly entertained by the idea of him scrolling through pinterest and thinking that you should make pictures of your own like that. It’s not too far out for him to do something like that, though. He’s always looking for ways to take pictures with you so that he can post them and show you off to his followers.

“Okay, where do you want me?” You ask, getting up from where you’re sitting at the table.

He points you toward the pool, “On the edge over there.”

“Like, sitting down or standing up?”

“Standing up, the sun is in a perfect position.” He says. 

You watch him set his phone up, using his glass of water to prop it up. He presses the record button, probably so that he’ll be able to go back and take screenshots of the perfect photo moments. He refuses to hire a photographer for things like this, insisting that it’s more memorable if he takes the pictures himself.

He guides you up to the pool, keeping you a couple steps away from it. He then turns you to face the sun, directing you on how to pose. You wrap your arms around your stomach, and barely look over your shoulder to give him a smile. He makes you do a bunch of small dumb poses to get you ready for the big pictures, knowing how you like to be goofy to get the energy out.

“Okay, don’t move.” He tells you.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mutter, posing a little more seriously.

It’s a few seconds of pure silence, and you’re waiting for him to tell you to change to a different position. When it never comes, you turn around to find out what the hell he’s doing.

You can feel your heart leap into your throat, a scream accidentally leaving you when you see that Finnick’s on one knee. He’s got this tiny black velvet box open, revealing a ring. You press the tips of your fingers to your mouth, tears building in your eyes.

“(Y/n), I knew the moment I took you on our first date that we would end up here.” He says, there’s a smile on his face. “I love you, and I want to know if you will marry me?”

You sniff, the tears overflowing your eyes. You nod quickly, afraid of the way your voice will sound if you speak. It doesn’t matter, you let out a laugh that’s mixed with a sob.

“Yes, Finnick, yes.” You wipe the tears from your eyes.

Finnick takes your hand, sliding the ring on your finger. He gets up, you immediately throw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. He squeezes you tightly, letting you cry into his chest. 

“I’m so happy I met you.” You manage to get out, “I never thought we’d actually end up here.”

“I did.” Finnick murmurs into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “And I can’t wait to show you off to the rest of the world.”

“Caesar’s going to be so excited.” You laugh, he does too.

[loganlermanstanaccount]

Just to kiss me (Part 2)

pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

(AO3 mirror)

Part One, Part Three, My Hunger Games Masterlist

summary: You try to move on. This proves harder than expected.

warnings: none for this chapter. Small mention of blood.

required reading: The song "We'll never have sex" by Leith Ross &lt;3

a/n: I take a lot of creative liberties because I do not know what the capitol or its government fucking look like! I haven't read the books in a while, and I try to build on the wiki and the movies, so sorry in advance. 

wc: 4k

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Oh, dilute me, gentle angel

Water down what I call being grateful ,

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You didn't even tell him your name. 

That's the thought you sit with for the next few days, then weeks. You try your hardest to leave it at that; a simple conversation between strangers, an interaction to twist the lock on and take to your grave. A secret thing, a moment, just for you. 

The truth is, you're distracted. You've spent a defiant few years trying not to be swept up by the buzz around Finnick Odair, and in these couple of weeks you find yourself watching old interviews and articles about him. A lot of them, at first, but none of the portrayals match the man you met on the balcony. Too sanitised, too clean. Who was Finnick? Under the makeup, the lifestyle, the glamour; who was he really? 

Vonnie called you, the morning after, raving about how she had actually met Finnick Odair. 

"And God, I think he's even prettier up close! He was so funny, and he said he loved my dress… wait. Shit. D'you think he was flirting with me? We're about the same age, and we'd make such a power couple! The way he looked at me, you'd think-" 

You loved Vonnie, you really did. And you were happy for her. But the way she talks about him makes your stomach churn for some reason. You cut her off gently, with promises to continue later in the day. 

On the 4th week, you think you have snapped out of your month long haze; made peace with the facts of the matter. He didn't ask for your name. He doesn't remember you. He didn't look back. It was stupid, really, to expect anything else. You're at a fitting with your mother when you decide you're well and truly over it. Cinna tightens the corset of a gown, before peering over your shoulder to look at you in the mirror. You both tilt your heads; as if you would transform at a mere 45 degrees.

"Sleeves or no sleeves?" he asks. 

"Sleeves." you say. 

"No sleeves." your mother says at the exact same time. "Honestly, Cinna can we make it a little more…. more? It doesn't exactly say 'Councillor's daughter' " 

You dare to roll your eyes at her dramatics. "And what does it say, currently?" 

"It says 'District 4 tribute tour', my love. Too many nets for your own good. No offence."

You bristle, knowing Cinna made the dress to her exact requirements. 

"That's vile, mother. The dress is beautiful, as usual, Cinna."

His smile is well practised. He knows you mean it. "No sleeves it is, then."

'Masquerade' was the theme. A grand affair in the run up to the 72nd Games; everybody who's anybody would be there. Admittedly, this was last minute; with only your mother's money and status affording you these appointments. But the dress Cinna had managed to make was truly beautiful; draped silver netting with crystal beading, dripping down the dress like the froth of a waterfall. The mask was a similar affair; crystal droplets cascading down its side.

There’s the tell-tale chime of Caesar's show on the antenna; and you hear him announce the mentors for the next games. All past victors; of which Finnick's name is not mentioned. 

~~~

Without the sleeves, you’re cold and bare. Even the spotlights of the hall do nothing for warmth, so you are forced away from the draughty sides of the room, near the windows. Avoiding all events, for your own peace of mind, was rearing its ugly head. Never a conversationalist; you were even more out of practice and out of your depth. God, you didn't have the energy for this. Living in the capitol for a lifetime had desensitised you to the excess of your surroundings. Gaudy dresses, tawdry suits, body mods every which way; all to fit the theme of unmasking - lest they were named and shamed for a fashion faux pas in the papers. 

You had separated from your mother a while ago, not bearing to be picked apart for the whole night. So you floated, a half empty champagne flute in hand, desperately trying to blend in with the crowd. The masks helped, you suppose; you had never been good at remembering faces, so you compartmentalised and talked to 'the fox' or 'the doll' as opposed to the editor of Panem weekly, or the new candidate for the council. 

The lively uptick of music signals the ballroom is open. For a while, you are entranced by the dancing, the sway of bodies and ball gowns in time to the music. A sea of people in the flashing lights. And when that wave breaks, at its crest, is Finnick. 

You know it's him, despite the mask. You can feel it; as you watch him laugh something inaudible at his dance partner. She's beautiful, her suit in a complementary shade of blue to his signature gold. There's a shiver down your spine when you watch him lean close to her ear, and whisper something that has her holding back laughter. 

You have no right, you know. It tastes bitter to know you've joined the swathes of onlookers; analysing every move. Frustrated, you down your drink and shake it out of your system. You don't know him. Like everyone else, you don't know him. 

You make for the door and are swept up by the tide of people. Someone grabs you by the waist and spins you into the arms of another; waltzing with the current. A crescendo, and you've swapped partners, stumbling almost head first into another.

The fabric you clutch at is taut, expensive brocade. Gilded and… golden. You look up. Fuck. Vonnie was right: he is prettier up close.

In your stupor, you hear a snort. He's laughing. You're frozen and he's laughing, the little shit. 

"It is customary for one to dance at these things, you know." He looks at you, dead on, and you wait for the flash of recognition. It doesn't come, and you don't know whether to cry with relief or sadness. 

"I'm c-concentrating," You almost glare at him. Forward, right. Backwards, left. Rinse, repeat. You need something else to think about. You catch his foot with your shoe and he winces slightly. 

"And how's that working for you?" The rest of the sentence was silent. It's not. You splutter with shock at his bluntness, and ignore him. Forward, right. Backwards - 

"I know you." It's soft, under his breath. "From the balcony…. I-I remember you." 

That's when you look at him, deep green eyes pulling you in despite the mask. There's a smile threatening to break the surface of his face; hands on your waist like you were going to disintegrate. There's the crescendo of music again, and you're whisked away. 

"Meet….meet me by the south stairwell!" He shouts after you, before being swallowed up by the crowd. 

 ~~~

The "south stairwell" was deceptively specific, you realise too late. You're wandering the adjourning hallways after slipping out, more than a little lost. Every room looks the same; empty marble flooring and ornate crown carving. It's pristine, a little too evenly aged - a scene of birds and willows in the moulded furrows with a chip here and there. You'd heard once that Councillor Hadrian had ordered for the pieces made in District 2 to be specially aged - people working for months with chisels and hammers to imitate something ancient. A bygone era inside this hulking pile of glass and metal. Hollow. An old wives’ tale, perhaps. 

You click-click down the halls in search of a stairwell, let alone one in the south wing. Thankfully, it gives you time to think. You're excited, even though you'd rather perish than admit it. A feeling bubbling up in your gut, ever since you spotted him in the crowd. Now, it threatens to boil over because you've been vindicated. Desperately, you're trying not to overthink; to be a normal fucking human being about this, for once. It doesn't mean the same thing to him, you're sure of it, but it feels nice to pretend. 

After a maze of corridors that all look the same, you spot him. In the warm lights you can see him better: dressed in a brocade suit, and underneath, corseted at the waist of a flowing silk shirt. Even the mask suits him, a triple faced affair; deconstructed so his jaw and cheekbones are visible. He's leaning on the bannister, and as you round the corner, you spot someone else with him. She's got her mask atop her striking ginger hair, and tucked her hands into the pockets of a tailored jumpsuit; a complementary blue and silver to Finnick's gold and cream. Guarded when she spots you, Finnick speaks first. 

"Hi." He takes off his mask, as if he's seeing you for the first time. There's warmth in his eyes and that smile again. 

"Hi." You smile back. 

"This is-" He turns to the woman next to you. She can't be much older than you, maybe even your age. Despite her blank stare, she seems somewhat familiar, like you've seen her somewhere before. "This is Annie."

Rather curtly, she nods. 

"And Annie… this is who I talked about, before. This is.." you fill in the gap with your name. As if to test how it feels on his tongue, he repeats it after you. He turns back to Annie, a glint in his eye. "She's real, and I'm not crazy, she's-"  

"She's real." Annie looks at you once over, visibly unimpressed. 

"I didn't think this was your thing, to be honest." He says as he takes a seat on the steps next to you. 

"Stay home? And miss out on the vultures? You don't know me well enough, clearly." You stretch out, a little stiff in the dress. 

"You weren't at the banquet, or the Staffy twins' party, or Caesar's press junket… I was starting to think I'd never see you again." 

You think that means he looked for you; and your heart goes pitter-patter at the implication. 

Annie clears her throat. She stands, and when Finnick rushes upwards she sighs." I'm going back in. You can… stay here for a bit. If you need."

When she pads down the corridor, out of sight, Finnick's scratching his head. "She's nice. I promise." 

You hum. "I don't blame her. I fucking hate these things." He doesn't look at you. 

"You never get tired of it? The peacocking, the preening, the pleases and pardon-mes. I've been to two, I think. And I feel like my eyes are gonna roll back into my head. Permanently." You say that last bit a little dramatically, looking for a laugh. 

It doesn't come. "You play the game." Diplomarically, he shrugs. And too quickly, he turns to you. "You want to do something? Something a little stupid?" 

"Depends how stupid, s'pose…" There's a hand, rough palms upwards, stretching towards you. You take it and Finnick smiles. 

 ~~~

You're outside Councilor Hadrian's soiree, at the juncture between glassy buildings and the adjourning streets. It's tucked away from the Capitol’s centre, hidden behind manicured hedges and stony pavement. Finnick strays a little further out, furtive as he watches for anyone walking past. At this time of night, however, it is unlikely to meet a soul this far from the entertainment district. Only when you find the streets eerily quiet do you realise how stupid this really is: a midnight walk with a man you don't know, taking you to an unknown place, without anyone aware of your whereabouts. Currently, your only comfort was that this risk taking might send your mother to an early grave. 

In the hum of streetlights, you realise just how tall Finnick is. Broad shoulders, corded forearms exposed at his rolled up sleeves. His mask is long gone, discarded on some side table back at the party. You give yourself the time to appreciate the cut of his cheekbones and dimples threatening to expose themselves as he chews on the inside of his cheek. Despite himself, he seems on edge. Nervous. 

You haven't been walking long when he stops. A spot secluded by trees. He brings out something jangly in his pockets and points at the half-dark. That's when you see it. A car. 

An honest-to-god, 4-wheeled, shiny chassis, little blue car. You gasp. You haven't seen anything with wheels since you were a kid - so a car in this condition was a sight to behold. 

"This is- she's gorgeous…! I can't imagine where you got this from-" He can hear you beam as you circle the thing, pawing at its glossy frame. 

"His name is Lucas, and he was a gift." He says with a small smile. "Fixed him up myself, and he runs pretty smoothly-" 

"You can drive it? Does that mean…are we going to….?" He brings a hand up to pause you. With a little flair, he gently nudges you aside to open the door to the passenger's seat. 

 ~~~

You're having a little too much fun. You must look mad the way you squeal at every bump in the road that makes the car rock; or the way the lights dance in the side mirrors. The streets weren't made for wheels but you enjoyed it nevertheless. You'd been in pods, ships, the occasional hover bike; but none could compare to the feeling of riding down the streets of the Capitol with Finnick in tow. 

He took the sideroads; a route you didn't recognise but one he was clearly well versed with. 

"Where are we going?“

“A surprise." 

He keeps driving, his eyes flitting to look at you in the passenger's seat. You stray further from the Capitol; bleeding into its borders, where concrete gives way to grass and streetlights are swallowed by moonlight. He can't help but to get drunk on small glances of you. Your lazy chatter dies down as he pulls up to a clearing of trees offroad. 

He steps out to open your door. You grab his hand and your heels sink a little in the mud. The walk isn't far, and barely a few hundred metres from where he's parked. In the brush, you see the gentle shine of… water. 

A lake, crystalline in the low light. Willows sweeping its edge, and the gentle chirrup of cicadas in the rushes. A wooden jetty; solid but mossy with age. Frankly, you've never seen such untouched beauty this close to the Capitol. There's something in the air; crisp and clean, free from blood. 

You herd Finnick towards its banks, taking a seat, and he plants himself next to you; open-toed heels barely touching the water. You shiver. Always a gentleman, he gives you the suit jacket off his back. 

"I've never seen anything like this…" You look around in awe. "Never… not this close to the capitol. Untouched."

"Bureaucracy, I think. Saved it from a tomb of glass and limestone." He explains. "Once constructruction started, they realised it ran into an underground reservoir. So they abandoned it."

"They?"

"A nebulous, overarching, always-watching they. You know how it goes."

"S'pose I do." You gesture towards your dress. "That's why I'm dressed like this. Is that why you look like you sneezed into a vat of glitter?" 

He rolls his eyes. "Very funny. This is my signature look, apparently. I have a brand to maintain."

"A brand…? That's…. unsettling."

"What is?" 

You distract yourself by fiddling with the beads on the skirt of your dress. 

"I see you on the network. In interviews, on the radio; your face is plastered on half a dozen billboards in the capitol. I go past one on the way to work. The one where you-" You turn, curling your face into a smile, and attempt to wink. "-smiling, like this, I think. Half the nation thinks they know you. And you're good at it."

He doesn't look away. 

"Being a brand, I mean. You're good at it."

A pause. The wind causes the grass and willows to chatter in the silence. Fuck.

"You have a job?" 

"...could you at least pretend to be surprised?" 

"No- it's just, I thought you stop existing when I'm not here." He deadpans, and you laugh at his half-sincerity. 

"Like I'm a figment of your imagination? Because you're wracked with the guilt of all the rich fucks in the capitol you've pretended to like…"

"...something like that." He huffs, a little cryptic, but you continue. 

"Well, I'm real. And I have a job. A secretary. Data entry, organising meetings, taking minutes, all for Councillor Hadrian. That's how I got into the party." A small lie you barely notice, rolling off your tongue. You don't want him to know about your mother, not yet. 

"For Hadrian? You must see a lot, then. Tell me something I don't know."

You could tell him about the secret meetings with his "friends" at the boardwalk - the ones his wife doesn't know about. Or the tin of powder by his desk he scrapes into lines and snorts unceremoniously on stressful days. But Finnick runs in those circles, and was no doubt familiar with Hadrian and his vices. 

So you lean in, edging closer towards the man with a hand on his shoulder. 

"He's got an inclination for the mutts they use in the games…"

Finnick looks at you bewildered, at first, but catches the glint in your eye. Then, he laughs, a chuckle that turns into a roar until there are tears in his eyes. You laugh with him, glad to see him smile. 

"God- I almost believed you…!"

It's your turn to snort, loud in the billowy outdoors. "He's got blood on his hands, same as everyone else." He hums noncommittally. "But Hadrian's a greedy idiot - doesn't look at the bigger picture. It's worse when they're smart. Like….like Councillor Arachne-"

"-the closest thing to Snow's opposition?" 

You wave him off. "Opposition is a strong word.  All of her positions are inflammatory at best," Nothing too strong, or radical. The shiny veil of choice; two paths leading to the same cavernous pit. You explain:

"She's visible; appeals to both sides without alienating either. The one good thing she did; suspending the 57th games; was reversed, almost immediately. And the fact Snow hasn't offed her yet makes him look….” You search for the right word. ”...benevolent. But the moment she pivots to something that matters - and I mean something other than wine shortages and stretching curfews-"

" -she dies. A tragic accident. A deeply troubled woman pushed to her brink. She dies." 

"Wouldn't be the first time." The air is heavy with what's left between the lines. Nothing changes. Not really. 

"She's the favourite for overseer in District 4, isn't she?" 

"Something like that. She's got her fingers in a lot of pies." Of course, you’d know. Half of the Capitol’s inner circle in and out of your home in an attempt to expand her connections. Hastily, you add, "I guess they all do."

"Is that what you want to do, then? Go into politics?" 

"Oh, no. I want people to actually like me." And under your breath, you say. "I don't even care if it's fake. I just want them to like me."

"It's simple things, really." Your head almost snaps towards him. He stretches, and stands up; to lead you towards the pier. You watch as he takes centre stage on the wooden planks and you sit on the grass besides it. 

"You make them read between the lines. For example," His gestures are exaggerated, and he echoes across the lake. As a backdrop it's breathtaking, Finnick in gold against the silver gloom of mist and lapping water. "Mirror their body language. Laugh at their stupid jokes. You're personable and good-natured and approachable - you're the first person you need to convince. People already like you. Believe it."

Finnick helps you up onto his stage, and taps the small of your back. 

"Posture. Stand up straight. Ask about the little things. Remember the details." Words he recites like a checklist. He's closer now: manic, possessed. 

"When Caesar asks if you caught the show the other day, you say you had a late night. That means nightmares, again, but everyone else thinks it means someone seduced, not waking up in your own bed. You don't correct them. Instead, you turn to the camera - the one on your left, your good side - and you wink. Always the golden boy, but not too golden."

There's something there as he talks. Like the night on the balcony, something trying to break free. In a moment, it's gone, whatever you're searching for. 

"Eye contact, it's important," He's soft, lifting your jaw up so you're at eye level. Gently, he rests his hands on your waist like they were made for its slope. "And smiling, with your eyes, not your teeth. A little flirty; like you know something they don't…" For a flash second, he looks at your lips. "Little glances, barely noticeable. Make 'em go crazy. Get a little closer than you should."

You're holding your breath. Chest thudding in your dress, he's close, the tip of his nose barely brushing yours, Unwavering, pupils blown; the hot gaze of his sea green eyes burning your skin.

Your mouth moves before you can think. "But it's not… real."

Knee deep in his own performance, the glass shatters. He scrunches his mouth, a flash of dimple, and moves back. 

"No. It's not." 

Silence, for a bit. You've gotten too comfortable, you think, said something you shouldn't have. He gives you a weak grin. 

"Thank you." He says warmly. You're confused. 

"For what?" 

He shrugs. "For staying, I guess. For listening."

You nod slightly, still clutching at his silky sleeve. A groan comes from your stomach and you realise you've been out for a couple of hours, at least. You separate, gently, embarrassed. 

Finnick practically coos. "I've got some food and a blanket in my car. We'll eat, and then I'll take you home, if you want." He hands you the keys, and you pad off towards the car, grateful for the time to clear your head. 

Your back hurts from sitting on the ground, and you're cold even in Finnick's jacket - but your face aches from smiling so much. You ruined the moment, you know, but it was unlike anything you've ever felt before. He's disarming; able to get you to cut and spill your insides out onto the wooden planks, with only a smile and a touch of your shoulder. Dangerous. 

There's a blanket and water in the boot of the car, the fabric decorated with a pattern you haven't seen before. It's big, handmade probably, and loosely woven; reminiscent of a thick net. You sling it over your shoulder, and grab the water, looking for food. After rummaging around the car's front, you happen across the glovebox. Inside, packaged saltines; that look like the food packs peacekeepers carry; and a little box rattling around its bottom. Curious, you pop it open. Empty, save for a single pill. Many things could be said about you; but you weren’t stupid. You put the box back in its place.

With a click, you lock the car and begin the short walk back to the lake. A rough beaten path you trudge along, your heels long gone. You're not too far, when you hear something. A dull thud. And then, there's a crash, like a boulder thrown into the water. The weeping leaves of the trees block your view, so you hurry towards the noise. 

You round the corner. Something's wrong. 

"....Finnick?" You can't see him. Calling his name as you drop your things, you clamber onto the jetty. "F-Finnick?" 

You're shouting now, nearing the end of the wooden slats. Below you, even in the low light, the water churns. Your voice goes hoarse screaming his name, as you kneel down to get a better look. The planks are wet, warm; but not with water. Blood. You look down. A glinting mass pooling below the surface.

There's a person in the water. Unmoving. Bloody. Golden.

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[sotogalmo]

12:53

I've been reading some stuff (yes I take screenshots of some interactions, I think what others can make is very beautiful), and I've gotten to the part where @apriciticreveries & @rockwgooglyeyes have been talking about Nyx and Asa being related (with Cinna & Cas ( @lookatmysillies ) related as well).

And well, it got me thinking for Flor. Since, in all honesty her design for her stage outfit has her with her tummy out and I've added a lot of stretch marks there, while normally people would have stretch marks nearly almost everywhere? Arms, thighs and such. But I think I added too much on Flor's tummy, and so I think the only way to explain that is that maybe Flor was also bred?

I can actually see it happening, and with the song of The Court Jester "a new found memory after rest", can be about the fact that after a long while of repressing the thought/memory of ever being pregnant (she's scared of pregnancy, and all of that) . I think it would just explain some of her behavior and looks???

And I mean, I don't think it would be too far off for her to actually be bred as sad as that sounds. One of her siblings (which, all of Flor's siblings are based on my actual siblings in real life- along with her Guardian actually being inspired by my own mom), has two kids which Flor likes being around! Flor held both of them when they were born, and when she was able too. And after all of that, she's like- gotten a higher 'baby fever' even though it's weirdly mixed with the fact that she doesn't like them as well (and how she's somewhat jealous? That they can be free and innocent before it's too late).

Flor's guardian is a “““traditional””” woman if that explains it a bit. She did make comments before on how Flor was to end up in love with a man, and have kids (to which, Flor was just confused on because now she's dating THE Rosca. So like. There's that). I don't really know how to make sense of it, but I think this kinda does explain it well??? Anyways- (something for my BIG ASS POST explaining every damn character and symbolism I have for Flor. I'm done with Spaceboy's, and I'm almost done with Carlos's so take this)

*But, maybe, she can also connect with him by the fact that they would both have a biological child of theirs. Larakiraboshinogotokuamuuru for Carlos, and Lorashishiboaninisshu (Flor comes up with weird names for her kid(s),,) for Flor. I think can explain why she even has stretch marks on her stomach area! She mainly has them on her inner thighs, but it's weird that she also has them around her stomach area… and I think her being a parent would explain it well. But quite sadly <- but for this, she's a bit unaware of that. She represses A Lot, and having a child would affect her mental state so she has sought to forget (but she is a caring mom! She likes kids! One of her siblings (based on my actual siblings), has her own kids and Flor really enjoys being around them even if she's somewhat jealous of how innocent they are and such).

*But : all of this is taken from my doc, on which I'm explaining why I went with characters that make up Flor! This is a part of her connections with Carlos Marlon (Gluttony arc) from Evillious Chronicles!

I just think that this idea is actually so interesting,,, hell I've been thinking that maybe Hyuna could be one of Flor's kids but like a descendants of sorts.

Wait! Maybe!! Sebastian (Alnst OC- his og name is unknown, but he was named Sebastian by his guardian) can be one of Flor's kids, by the fact of his whole clown aesthetic which I guess can be inherited in some way. But I dunnoooo tbh.

This idea is actually just so interesting, and would kinda work well with Flor's character..... (Which, if you want an age for her when she was bred and such; probably around 13-ish? At least 15 I would think though)

Flor is just now; "despite the horrors I stay silly". In a nutshell

(Flor, Cas 🤝 Nyx: having biological children (for Cas & Nyx it's against their will, Flor semi consented to the idea but thought it was a joke). The Emperor (Cas) The King (Nyx) and The Jester (Flor)!!!!!)

[headmate-gambling]

（⭒ ˘ ˘） the crimson dealer has dealt your hand. Let's see..

🩸 ᛝ Names ┈ Creampuff , Alcremie , Cerise , Cinnabun , Bunni , Pastelle , Truffle , Honeybun , Pudding ,

♠️ ᛝ Pronouns ┈ ae/aem , cele/celestials , cer/cerise , chi/chirp , choco/chocos , ci/cinnas , cloud/clouds , coo/coos , crys/crystals , sh♡ / h♡r ,

🩸 ᛝ Genders ┈ Demigirl , Bakerygender , Cozylexic , Bakephoric , Adorablestrawberryais ,

♣️ ᛝ Source ┈ Cream Rabbit (Sonic Franchise)

🩸 ᛝ Age ┈ Permakid , Comficage (10) ,

♦️ ᛝ Cis IDs ┈ Unstable Relational Anxiety Disorder (URAD) , DPD , Empath ,

🩸 ᛝ Trans IDs ┈ TransStarPupil , PermaNervous , PermaTired , PermaKidnapped , TransStockholm , Strawcremescentian , TransAdored , Little Sister ,

♥️ ᛝ Para(s) ┈ 💭 , 🧃 , 🧵 , 🫶

🩸 ᛝ Roles ┈ Omptimist , Jester , Swankid , Memori , Delight , Ogregulator , Rebound , Fawn

♠️ ᛝ Likes ┈ Baking , Small Animals , Strawberries , Gardening , Warm Days , Sunlight ,

🩸 ᛝ Dislikes ┈ Cold weather , Large Animals , Being Alone , Snow ,

♣️ ᛝ Personality ┈ A sweet little kid, who adores all things fluffy and baking. Sh♡ really enjoys baking treats involving strawberries. Cloud really enjoys going on picnics with cinnas near and dear friends. Ae has attempted to sew clothing for celestials friends, but struggles with sewing a lot.

🩸 ᛝ Possible Triggers ┈ Baking , Rabbits , Mentions of Gardening , Springtime ,

♦️ ᛝ Interaction ┈ Okay to Interact

🩸 ᛝ Description ┈ Chi is a very kind hearted and sweet kid. Sh♡ has a love for baking and seeing all of cinnas friends smiling around cloud. Ae gets nervous when sh♡ can't read someone's expression or know what's going on. Cer's gentle and silly energy makes cinna the little sister in any group. Ae tries to plan out fun things to do with clouds friends, even while constantly tired. Sh♡ has a dedication to celestials friends that rivals most people's dedication to their jobs.

[cherrythepuppet]

Haircut...

Little thing for Cinnamon and Sora (They need to interact more if they basically step-siblings) @small-world-au

TW: Glass cuts

Cinnamon stared at the broken mirror as she sat on her knees, She looked at herself and felt uncomfortable while she grabbed her long curly hair before grabbing one of the broken mirror glass shards

She held the glass shard up to her hair but hesitated. She gripped the glass shard so tightly that her hands started to bleed, She squeezed her eyes shut and then used the glass shard to cut directly through her hair

She opened her eyes and saw her long hair cut and scattered on the ground, She looked up back at the mirror and saw her hair now cut and extremely short. She dropped the glass shard and went to touch her hair

She felt somewhat better yet she looked down at her outfit and got up looking at her dress and doing a little spin in it, She looked down at her hair and sighed “You look great…” A voice from behind her spoke up

“C’mon… Let's get ya something new” Cinnamon turned around to see Sora “I found a new sweater you might like” Sora added taking Cinnamon’s hand in his and Cinnamon smiled “A-and let's get your hand patched up too!” Sora exclaimed noticing the bleeding in Cinnamon’s hand

“ACK! Oh my god, I didnt even realize!”” Cinnamon yelped taking her hand away and wrapping it up in the edge of her sweater “Owch…” She frowned as Sora chuckled but soon silence went through the two

“Do… Do you think Tre will still like me?” Cinnamon asked making Sora pause “What? Of course-” “I mean even if he knew…?” She looked up at Sora then back down at the ground

She looked down at the dried blood of her hand wincing slightly “Cinna, If he truly does love you then he’ll understand, Hell love you…” Sora reassured her “And if he treats you horribly then ill tell Stone” He added

Cinnamon laughed slightly “Please don't have him sic Scribble on him…” She replied “No promises… C’mon, we- we definitely need to clean that wound” “Yeah… it's starting to burn”

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t/cest in/cest & proshippers fuck off. seriously, block me. this includes casey jr x turtles

^I do not count april but i probably wont draw any april x turtles anyway (he's married to me)

vivziepop (hazbin/helluva etc) generally makes me uncomfortable but i wont block you if you enjoy her works or post about them.

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little nightmares

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YTTD

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heathers the musical

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[littlemarianah]

Chapter 5 - Katniss and Cinna

Probably one of my favorite passages. Cinna and Katniss' first interaction is so sweet, but also so telling. I love what Collins does here. She makes a very appropriate critique of the reality of our word. On one side waste and abundance, on the other lack and hunger.

I also love reading about food lol

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 11

Word Count:  1.4k

Warnings:  slight angst.

“Luna…”

“Please stop calling me that, Sarah,” Cinna sighed as she looked to one of her closest friends.  Sarah gave her a soft smile and sat down at the edge of the water.  She noticed Cinna looking around, as though trying to keep an eye on her adventurous pup.  She laughed, “Stevie is fine.  He’s with Wanda just around the corner.”

“You know how I feel about him wandering,” she sighed nervously as her eyes strained to see the pup, “he’s like his father.”

“Adventurous…yeah…Sam reminds me of that all the time!” she laughed, “you know, when Steve was a pup he lived to be in these woods while his mother spent time at the water as well…”

She frowned, thinking of the man that she loved. 

Sarah mirrored her actions, “I-I’m sorry.  I know that it-“

“It’s fine,” she sighed, shaking her friend’s comments off, “Steve is the alpha of this pack.  I bore his pup.  I-It’s only normal that they share certain qualities.”

“You know…that isn’t a bad thing…”

She nodded, sitting up from the water’s edge, “I know…I just-it still hurts.”

Sarah nodded once again as Cinna stood, gathering herself together so that she could head back to the packhouse. 

With a heavy heart she followed after her, “you know…we could always go to another pack…”

“Sarah…” she sighed, sparing her friend a look.  She shook her head, “y-you know that I can’t take Stevie away from his pack…from his father.”

“He never sees him.”

Sadness took over her scent and Sarah instantly regretted her words. 

“I’m sorry, Cinna.”

“It’s not your fault, Sarah,” Cinna replied sadly, “do not apologize for your alpha’s actions.”

“Noted…”

“Stevie!” Cinna called into the open wilderness, “Maria?  Wanda?”

She heard her pup giggling before anything else. 

A smile rose to her face as her chubby-cheeked pup came toddling towards her, a smile as bright as the sun on his face.

“MAMA!”

“My little wolf!” she exclaimed, holding her arms out to her son. 

Stevie giggled, running into his mother’s arms while Wanda and Maria playfully chased him through the clearing. 

“Thank you for staying by my side!” she said appreciatively to the trio of women who had once been assigned to her, “you kno-“

“You’re our friend!” Wanda smiled, patting her friend on the shoulder.

“Our Luna!” Maria added in.

“I still appreciate it!”

“So long as our alpha stands at the head of the pack…we will  not leave you!” Maria smiled reassuringly, “but know that the second he does not, we will try to slip you away from here.”

Cinna gave Sarah a sideways glance, but she ignored it, nodding along with a faux smile. 

Sure, she hadn’t seen Steve, or been close with him since Sharon had marked him, but had she been aware of something that the other girls weren’t?

She was lost in her thoughts as Sarah, Maria, and Wanda began talking about everything that was going on in the pack.  So lost, that she had hardly noticed when they ended up in the pack medical wing. 

If it wasn’t for their doctor, Bruce Banner, she would have been stuck in her thoughts.

“Luna?”

Her attention snapped to the quiet doctor.  Stevie was giggling and interacting with him, reaching out for him. 

“May I?”

She gave a polite smile and nodded, allowing Bruce to take over the duty of carrying Stevie around.  He smiled as the little blonde pup gurgled excitedly and began chattering with words that only he knew the true meanings of.

“Cinna?”

Her attention snapped up again and she looked around.

Wanda, Maria, and Sarah were nowhere to be found.  He chuckled at her bewildered look, “they’re at training, Luna…”

“Oh…I-I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?” he asked curiously, “you seem a little out of it!”

She nodded, and he pretended not to notice the lie.

“Mama!”

She gave a small smile to her son, reaching out to play with his hair. 

“You look tired!” Bruce pointed out.

“I am…”

“Have you been sleeping?”

She nodded, a frown replacing her small smile as she looked to the doctor, “I-yeah…more than normal unfortunately.  Part of me feels like I can barely keep up with Stevie…”

“You’ve gone a long time without your mate, Cinna…”

This time she frowned at his insistence, “I-I’m not going back to Steve, Bruce.”

“I wasn’t saying that you should,” he shrugged, “Just making an observation is all…”

“Bruce?” she asked after a moment. 

He gave her a curious look, “yes Luna?”

“If-If I were to ask about a mark removal…” she said slowly, watching him for any signs of what he thought about it.  She sighed when he gave no notions on how he felt, “it-never mind.”

“Ask your questions, Cinna,” he said sadly, “you’re thinking of them for a reason.”

“If I were to ask about a mark removal…even knowing that Steve is the alpha of the pack and I am your Luna…his omega…”

“What of it, my luna?”

“Would you remove the mark if I asked you?”

He shrugged, switching Stevie’s weight to his other hip as the little boy snuggled into his side, completely oblivious to the conversation.

“Are you asking this because you’ve potentially found another mate?” Bruce asked curiously.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, “Wh-what?  No.  Steve is my-“

She stopped speaking when she realized what she was about to say.  Bruce gave her another sad look before motioning for her to follow him to his office.  When they reached the sanctuary of it, he closed and locked the door, “allow me to speak freely to you, Luna?”

She nodded, “Yeah…of-of course!”

“You’ve become tired…exhausted even, yes?”

She nodded, “Yes.”

“You’re showing signs of getting weaker because of your lack of contact from your mate,” Bruce said sadly, “you allowed him to mark you and then the two of you went your separate ways.  Mates find comfort in one another.  They find strength in one another.  Especially after they’ve marked each other.”

“So…not being with Steve…”

“Is slowly killing you.” Bruce finished sadly, “you have to make a choice soon, Luna…wolves are pack animals for a reason.  It’s not entirely by choice.  Once you mark or are marked by someone you thrive with them.  It’s why so many mates perish when the other passes.  Do you want your loneliness to kill you?”

Cinna looked between the doctor and her son. 

She’d been thinking about getting the mark removed for nearly half a year, but hadn’t really told anyone about it.  But hearing the words from Bruce’s mouth made her realize that she couldn’t hold off on her thoughts, or decision, much longer.

“W-what do I need to do?” she asked seriously, looking at Bruce once more.

“Go get some rest…” he said seriously, “you’ll need your energy.”

She nodded and went to take her son from the doctor’s grasp, but he shook his head.

“Bruce-“

“I’ll watch over Stevie…you’ll need your energy…I’m not joking.  Come back later tonight and get him.  I’ll order the supplies.”

“Bruce-“

Bruce looked up from the floor of his office to where his alpha stood at the door.  He froze in his spot as the little blonde pup looked up at him. 

Steve held his breath.

He instantly recognized his son, despite having not seen him in nearly ten months.

“Wh-where is Cinna?”

“Sleeping…she needed rest.  I agreed to watch Stevie,” Bruce answered, his brow quirking as he looked at Steve, “is everything okay?”

“I-we need your help,” Steve answered brokenly, as though he was having a hard time tearing his eyes from his son.  The little boy watched him, studying his every move.  He pointed back towards the medical wing, “can you?”

“Yeah…” he nodded quickly.  He looked at Stevie firmly, “you stay here and color, okay?”

“Kay!” the blonde exclaimed in a chirp. 

Bruce smiled and patted his hair before getting up, “alright alpha…what did you need?”

Steve’s brow furrowed as he looked between his son and the doctor, “Wi-will he be okay like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Bruce nodded, waving his alpha off, “Stevie’s a good boy.  Knows when to keep himself busy…”

Steve spared his son another glance.  The little boy was entertaining himself with the crayons and coloring book.  And his heart broke a little when the boy didn’t acknowledge him as anything more than someone bugging him for a moment in time.

Chapter 12

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