#sage everest

[saltyharmonyzombie]

ROUND TWO OF SPLITTING AWAY FROM THE CRINGETOBER PROMPTS FOR A BIT

Two sillies having a good ol' southern banter.

Left is Paprika from Super Paper Dorks (SPM AU) [Pronouns: They/Them]

Right is Sage Everest, a character I made for Dungeons and Dragons [Pronouns He/She]

Both are my characters

[ask-the-drdt-next-gen-au]

Gotta love pretty female friend groups, they're so silly ♡

[confettikitty-23]

MIITOPIA SPOILERS IN TAGS

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

C'mere, Love

Pairing: Captain John Price x Reader

Potentially a 3 part series 👀

Summary: John is your man, he's everything you ever wanted in a partner and more, he's loving and he's consistent. And part of that consistency is saying those words that you love.

(No use of y/n or mention of gender/race)

warnings: Mostly fluff with illusions to smut at the end.

-💕-

You love it when he says those two words. Those words that are capable of pulling an innumerable range of emotions from you depending on the way he says them, where he says them. He sows them like a seasoned gardener that knows exactly how to get his yield. John always says -

C’mere, Love.

A burst of sparks jolted down your spine the first time he’d said them to you - on your second date. All those years ago. 

You’d both decided to go on a hike, it seemed so romantic and adventurous at the time, going far up into the hills and not quitting before you reached the top. Adventurous and also a little aspirational on your part. You wanted to seem tough, felt like you had to prove to the Captain - at that time Lieutenant - that you weren’t a weakling and that you could hike for six hours with no sweat. As if you’d kid him when you were breathing like a ten year old pug when you reached that godforsaken summit. 

Despite the difficulty you’d had traversing the hill, and pug breath aside, it was incredibly pretty at the top. The setting sun looked gorgeous in the grainy pictures you took on your phone and it was lovely to sit for a moment and bask in the fading sunflower glow. However, the sunset wasn’t so pretty on your way down - or rather your mood wasn’t.

He’d asked you earlier in the day if you were sure about leaving at the time you’d suggested, and you’d boldly (naively) said it would be fine and that you’d pack a big hoodie for when it got cold. Before long, the sky had fretted between every shade of blue and had settled on navy, punishing you with a deep chill for staying out once it fully darkened. It had you chattering your teeth and folding your arms around yourself into a clacking human pretzel, cursing the shadowy heather bushes and rocky outcrops as you walked down the endless decline. 

“Are you alright?” He’d asked, huffing a little as he took a steep step down from a boulder.

You were coming to realise that very little phased John. So when you’d turned to him and saw him smiling down at you, with his breath intact and his body unflinching as he walked, as if you were walking by the Seine in June, you almost screamed. Almost.

You proudly managed to hold yourself back for a few moments, bottling up all your grievances like your friends had sagely advised you should when you said you were hiking with the elite soldier. You even tried to nod and go back to walking, trying to continue on the high road without all the atrocious whining you wanted to do, but he gently grasped your shoulder and made you face him. He tipped his head forward at you, furrowing that already heavy brow of his at you as if to say ‘it’s ok, be honest with me’ and waited for your honest response. 

“No,” you whimpered.

Your eyes welled hot with tears, by some miracle they didn’t spill over, but you could feel every ache and pain in all your joints compounding and suddenly it started feeling like you were climbing down Everest. Your mind conjured up an insurmountable journey filled with cold and bone-ache and spiralled ever closer to turning you into an unattractive little brat. It was then that you’d vowed to never climb another hill over 1000 feet ever again. 

“I thought not,” he chuckled to himself, smoothing his roughened hand over the back of your neck. “C’mere, love.”

You jumped when he said it. It sounded like how a rich chocolate dessert tastes when you take the first bite, it made you forget all about the terrible hill and transported you to another place entirely. He had such a grizzly deep voice even in those younger days, affected deeply by his lifelong smoking habit that somehow failed to catch up with his lungs, it made you swoon. You faded into him, mind going fuzzy as he drew you close, close enough that his scratchy beard grazed your forehead (a beard that was yet to be chopped to muttons), and rubbed his arms up and down your back.

“You’re alright, aren’t you? You just need to get back to the car and get warm again. Not long to go, just stick close with me, ok,” he reassured you, his warm breaths tickling at your ear. 

At that moment you’d have gladly taken to mountain living. You wanted to say that you could forget all about the car and settle for lying under a bush if it meant that you could stay locked in his embrace. You could bury your face into his shoulder and he could curl his body around you and you’d breathe in the smell of cigarettes and spring fresh laundry detergent all night until dawn broke.

However you decided against saying all that, because you didn’t want him to think you were fucking mental. 

“Here, take this,” he said.

You gawped as he drew away from you and took off his big thick hoodie, bestowing it onto you in your bewildered state. You were about to protest and say how terrible you’d feel taking it off of him, but he gave you another serious look again - one you imagined he gave to the men in his command - and you bit your lip instead. 

You were glad you did too, because once you’d shimmied into it, you were warm as a bear and almost as big. The heavy fabric hung loose on you and swallowed your hands, but nevertheless he fished your left one out of the sleeve and took it in his, restarting the journey all over again.

He wasn’t even a little put out by the lack of coverage on his body, his grip was loose on you rather than taught and shivering and that vague smile of his didn’t break from his lips. It made you want to burst out laughing, you’d wondered who this man was, if they’d grown him in a lab or something and set him loose on the world. Why the hell had he asked you on a second date? You were so…average, you couldn’t even do a single hill walk for god’s sake!

“I take it this will be the final date then?” you’d joked, nervously vomiting the words before you could stop yourself. 

“What makes you say that?” He asked, his voice wavering a little. 

“Because you’ve just had to coddle a grown adult in walking down a little hill,” you sighed, feeling the full weight of your patheticism bear down on you. “And you’re - y’know - you.”

The tension in his arm dropped, you could feel his hand loosen on you as you gave your explanation. He took the hill like a champ, but apparently the idea of not seeing you again was a feat.

“What does that mean?” he laughed.

“You know what it means! You’re like…a big rugged soldier man that’s super fit and- and- capable and handsome and knows how to do lots of stuff,” you said, completely letting go of your filter and waving your free arm around for emphasis. 

“Come off it,” he snorted, giving you a playful nudge. “If I wanted someone that was ‘super fit’ and good at hill walking I wouldn’t bother leaving the base, darlin’. I wanted to go out with you again because I like you, ya dafty. I agreed to come out here, at what we can now safely agree was a stupid time, because I thought you really liked stuff like this.”

“I only suggested it because I thought you liked stuff like this,” you gasped. “You don’t stuff like this?”

“I like walking enough, would just prefer not to do it for six hours,” he said with a grin. “I get enough of shit like this at work.”

“Jesus god, that’s a relief,” you sighed, safe in the knowledge you wouldn’t be reliving your current trauma. 

“Does that mean you want to see me again?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I think I’d allow it,” you say in pretend thought. “Probably sometime after the months it’ll take to recover from this.”

“Months? God, I’ll have to cancel that trip to the Andes I’d planned for us!”

“Shut it!”

“No seriously, I’ve pre rented llamas and everythin’, I even got you the appropriate footwear, unlike what you’re wear- hey!”

You’d slapped his arm playfully and rolled your eyes, attempting to get him to stop making fun of you, but you only served to light a fire in him instead. He made some comment about how once you engage in battle, neither party can step down until defeat or surrender and then you’d said something about running away. Then you’d proceeded to chase each other down the hill like children, giggling and shoving with careless abandon. 

In any case, though, he’d distracted you from the cold. He’d made you laugh. He made you forget about all the gripes and groans you could’ve moaned to your friends and family for hours about, and he’d filled you with smiles and hot flashing sparks instead.

The third date had gone even better, and then the one after that, and so on until something over a month had flown by. You were in a state of bliss, everyone made fun of you for how cheesy and disney-princess-like you’d become, but you couldn’t help it, you were so happy. 

Everyday since you’d met him was like a fairytale, until the day he’d turned up to your door with a huge bouquet of flowers and a gravely serious look on his face, you’d never remembered being so depthlessly mad before.

You’d gone from smiling and breezy to panicky and despairing all at once. You’d made him a pie from scratch and had been so proud of yourself, making sure to dress up in his favourite outfit of yours, that he’d said he loved and had done everything to ensure that his return from work would be perfect. Though once you’d seen his face and the way he was nervously scratching his fingers through his rough spikes of hair, you’d started to feel like an idiot. 

Is he breaking up with me? Has he done something terrible? Has he done something terrible and he’s breaking up with me? Oh my god, he’s gone and shagged someone while he’s been away and now this is his way of telling me. That bastard, that no good-

“Can I come in, love?” He said awkwardly, trying to conjure up a smile. 

The smile didn’t look right, it made him look queasy. It seemed as though he'd be over the toilet in a few moments more. It made you harden your stare at him and clamp your hand onto your doorframe, white knuckling it like a paper skinned crone. 

“That depends,” you said icily. “What have you done?”

“What have I-? What do you mean what have I done?” he laughed, those azure eyes of his sparkling at you. 

“What do you mean ‘what do i mean’? You’ve got a face like a storm cloud and you’ve brought me flowers - which you’ve never done before - which means you’ve got something awful to tell me. So you know what? Out with it, because I’m not gonna let you in and have you trying to console me after whatever it is you’re going to tell me!”

He paused for a moment, stunned like a deer that’s just spotted something in the thickets, but regained his composure, gripping the flowers in both hands now. He even managed to do that thing that made you dizzy sometimes - that thing where he tilts his head at you and quirks his brow, staring intensely with those lovely blue eyes of his.

“I hope I don’t have to console you after I tell you what I came to say, means I won’t get the answer I’m looking for,” he murmured. “Can I just come in and I’ll explain myself without all your nosy neighbours watching?”

“No! Out here, out with it, now,” you said, snapping out of your stupor. 

His eyes could be weapons all of their own.

He sighed and shook his head, genuinely grinning to himself. He was smiling the same way he had when you’d told him he’d look stupidly handsome no matter how long his facial hair was when he’d had to shave it for a wedding. The way he did when you did or said something that was so you. 

“It’s just- well…shit,” he sighed, trying to get a hold on his words (which only made your heart pound faster knowing he was never one to be unsure of himself) “I just wanted to say that you’re you’re really special to me and I don’t think there’s anyone like you in the world. And since we’ve been seeing each other a while now, I just wanted to ask if you’d like to…officially be together. Like a couple.”

You gawked at him.

Time had frozen and you were stuck in an endless replaying loop, having to think hard on his words before you could really comprehend them. You knew your face was probably stuck on an ugly confused expression, but that couldn't even begin to cross your mind when you had so much to consider. 

“Love?” John asked nervously, the plastic of the silly bouquet squeaking as his grip shifted. 

“Oh my god…” you murmured, finally putting your fears to rest. “Get in here!” 

You dove out of the doorway like a shark and yanked him into your lair by the arm. He stumbled in after you and in his confusion you were able to grab the flowers from him and toss them onto the stairs, leaving his hands free to hold you. And hold you they did, he gripped you like he’d been away from you for years. 

“I thought you were going to tell me you fucking cheated on me, you bastard!” You cursed, words muffling into his chest.

“What? Why would you think that!”

“Because of the way you showed up like- like- Jesus fucking Christ, you can’t turn up at someone’s door with a serious face like that and a big guilty fucking bouquet!” You said, laughing almost manically as all your fears were buried. “You’re some man, John!”

“I was nervous, love! I couldn’t help it,” He chuckled, stroking a hand over your head and planting a kiss over the smoothed hair.

“Well, now you know to explain yourself before I see you look like that again,” you sighed, finally breaking away from him so that you could kiss his stubbly cheek. “I feel like I’m recovering from a heart attack.”

“Noted, I’ll fix my face in future…However, i can’t say that I feel much better, cause you haven’t answered my question yet,” he said breathily. 

You blinked stupidly up at him and breathed out. Oh yes. You’d forgotten all about his little proposal in the light of your relief, and it all came rushing to your face at once, heating your cheeks like stewing apples. 

“I’m so sorry! You tried to do something so nice there and I thought you’d done something horrible and I ruined it. Crap! Right - hold on! Now… Ask me again.” 

John’s eyes were wide and his jaw dropped a little, you’d somehow managed to stun him. There was a heat in the hair, like you’d struck a match, something zipped through you both. It was probably the knowledge that your relationship was going to change. It had you shaking a little and him fumbling with his hands. 

You stood away from John and readjusted yourself, rolling your shoulders and testing a smile on your face. By the time you were finished getting into position, he looked like he’d recovered and was pursing his lips. He was looking at you in his John way. He looked at you with that ‘you’re in-fucking-corregible’ look. 

Nevertheless, he dutifully marched over to the stairs and grabbed the forgotten flowers - roses you noticed now that you weren’t furious with him - red as a bleeding heart, and clutched them to his chest again. Though this time he looked happy, his eyes were shimmering like an ocean in the tropics. 

He said your name, low and growly. Confident.

“Would you like to officially be with me?”

You gave it a second, letting the fake and real excitement swirl in your eyes, giving him a moment of suspense. Really you just needed to catch your breath. 

“Yes,” you murmured. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Thank Christ! C’mere, love.”

And he was holding you close once more, roses planted into your back, his chest pressed into your face. It was like fireworks were going off all around you, with the way you felt. Then as you thought it, you registered just how nervous he must’ve been, his heart was beating like a war drum, it was so loud and thunderous, rammed right against your ears. Though, it comforted you as it settled and took on its familiar rhythm, and you felt your own chest lighten too. You both rested in each others arms, breathing contendly in peace.

“I made dinner for us,” you finally said.

Your voice was barely there, dinner was more of an afterthought now. The smell of pie less enticing as you were held close to your man. Your official man. He must’ve thought along the same lines too. 

“You know I love your cooking, darlin’,” he breathed, nuzzling into your hair, “but that’s not what I’m after right now. I think I’m hungry for something else.”

You squeaked as his admission and suddenly the mood had changed. The air was sucked from your lungs and your body started to practically vibrate with excitement. You were familiar with John’s hunger. You knew what that entailed, knew what he would become, knew what you would become. 

Cat and mouse. Captain and Captive. Rogue and Princess. There were lots of games you liked to play with each other, though It was all the same either way, no matter what ridiculous scenario you both liked to invent. It had one objective. 

You sprang away from him like a livewire and ran upstairs, squealing with a grin as you heard his growl. Your footsteps pounded up the stairs, loud and clumsy, his very carefully stepped up, purposeful and precise. You were already halfway to the bedroom before you heard him from the creaky step, the one in the middle that he liked to put all of his towering weight onto. 

“C’mere, love,” he called, voice low and raspy, eliciting an excited gasp from you. “You’re mine now, love. You’re all mine!”

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 7)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

“What’d you think? Should we climb it?” Tyson asks his district partner, teasingly.

She is two years his junior, still not an idiot. The giant pile of sand funneling in from the top of the arena is no hiking expedition. “No, we should save our strength, like Haymitch said.”

“Did you know the tallest mountain in the world was called Mount Everest? Before the founding of our great nation?” He presses on, largely ignoring Y/N’s sage advice.

“What do they call it now?” She wonders.

“Trick question; tallest mountain in the world was actually Mauna Kea.”

“Now’s a bad time for trivia.” Y/N decides, a hand at her brow to shield the blazing sun.

“It’s the only time we’ve got.”

Y/N startles awake, as she always does from dreams of him. Dreams of a stranger, who in under two weeks became her best friend. The games are funny that way, time moves differently there. People who standby you in the arena become closer than people you’ve known for years. The ones that haunt you forever.

She thinks of him often. Though Y/N never had a brother, she decided a long time ago, that is where Tyson fit. How he taunted and teased her, protected and loved her, all at the same time. And when she named her son Everest, sealing the tiniest drop of Tyson in her blood, Y/N found some peace with it. Giving new life to the boy who died so that she might live.

When she hears Peeta recounting the day he fell in love with Katniss, her heart sinks. The gamemakers won’t let them both win. They can’t. President Snow simply won’t allow it. And if what they’re saying now is true, even if one of them survives…

“There’s backstory,” Haymitch muses.

Maybe he believes Seneca would do it, two victors. Or maybe he just wants her to believe that he believes. One thing about Haymitch is that he will lie, either straight up or simply omit key details to shield Y/N. Protect her at any cost, as if she were some fragile thing.

She used to hate it, until she understood. Not fragile; precious. Something more valuable than money, or secrets, even booze. If anything happened to Y/N, his world would simply stop turning. The sun would set and never rise. She is a precious commodity of extremely limited supply. She could never be replaced.

“You need medicine for that leg.” Katniss changes the topic of conversation.

“I don’t get many parachutes.” Peeta admits, though he doesn’t tell her why.

“We’ll figure something out.”

“Like what?”

“Something.” Katniss huffs, into the dimly lit cave.

“I think that was the green light on the meds for Peeta.” It’s go time. Haymitch rises from the bench, offering his hand.

This particular offering will not come cheap, it’s time for the original lovers of district twelve to do what they do best. Work an angle.

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“What do you mean we can’t send medicine? We’ve always been able to send medicine.”

“Not my rules, Mrs. Abernathy.” The woman behind the counter says.

“Of course not, you just work here.” Haymitch smiles.

The Capitol employee returns the gesture.

“We’ve been raising this money all day and Y/N is obviously upset that we can’t go through with sending the medicine, but we understand. Is there any information you could give us to help put our minds at ease about the condition of our tribute?”

The woman looks to Y/N now. District twelve tributes rarely make it this far and everyone is quite taken with the young lovers. Against her better judgment, she motions for Y/N to lean down toward her. “There will be an opportunity for your tribute to receive medicine tomorrow.”

“Is there anything we can send today?” Y/N asks.

“You can send soup.”

“Soup.” Haymitch repeats, with false enthusiasm. “We’ll send them soup.”

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“Attention tributes, commencing at dawn, there will be a feast of sorts, at the cornucopia. Each of you need something desperately and we plan to be…generous hosts.”

“And that is why we couldn’t send medicine,” Haymitch laughs, staring down at the contents of his cup.

They’re trying to wrap this up, everyone’s off in different directions. Bring them back together for one hell of a show before curtain fall.

“Five needs food. Thresh just got bread so…maybe weapons? Two needs…armor? I don’t-” Y/N presses a finger against her temple, desperate for answers.

“You feeling ok?” Haymitch’s brow furrows.

“Yes,” Y/N bites out.

Her husband reels back. It is not uncommon for Y/N to mourn tributes, even ones that aren’t theirs. It is unlike her to take it out on him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Y/N apologizes, immediately. Taking one of his hands in hers.

Haymitch turns his gaze to their twined fingers, she’s shaking, “when’s the last time you ate something?”

“Not hungry.”

“You need to eat,” he decides.

“Nothing tastes right.”

“Listen angel, if they’re gonna poison you, it won’t be here.”

“I must be coming down with something.” Or the stress. Despite all of this, she’s never faired well under duress.

“Probably why you puked in that lady’s ice bucket.” Haymitch notes.

“You know what does sound halfway decent?”

“Hmm?”

“Those little cream puffs with powdered sugar on top.”

Haymitch grins, “I’ll bring a plate.”

He hovers after that. Y/N can’t stand hovering, but she tolerates it. Understanding that it comes from a place of love. She didn’t mean to worry him.

Haymitch can’t sleep. Even after Y/N is out cold.

“I love you so much, Haymitch.”

She who brushes wayward hair from his eyes and runs her nose along the length of his, after the sweetest of kisses. She who believes in him and shows him each day there is a reason his life did not end in the arena. She is the best person he has ever known and he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to deserve her. To deserve that selfless, all consuming, love that she gives so freely.

“I love you forever.” Maybe even longer.

In that, at least he knows there is no cause for concern. Their marriage will not crumble, come hell or high water. Haymitch knows how badly she misses home, their children. In another life he’d ask for ten, as many as Y/N would give him.

The tiny garden, around the back of their house in victor’s village; where Everest plants carrots and other vegetables. Where Arista steals them to feed the wandering geese. The most taciturn, temperamental, creatures she can find are naturally the ones she chooses to care for.

Y/N’s syringes come like clockwork from the Capitol, every three months. Squandering any hope of tiny baby feet. Though she is the best mother, one who plays with her daughter and son, down in the dirt. A mother who loves her children more than anything.

Their lives there are a safe haven, one that exists only in their minds. There is no room for a place like that here. No safety for the children they’ve given life to. Only false hope and broken promises.

And if by some misfortune or Capitol ‘miracle’ a child should slip through, Haymitch would love them. Somehow, someway they’d all make it through. But he hopes, more than anything, that it is not now.

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There is no rush to the viewing room the next morning, everything the tributes need will be at the cornucopia. Katniss gets close to the bag marked ‘12’ and the girl from two is on her. Knocking her back with those damn knives.

They grapple around for a while, before landing with Clove on top. Leaving Katniss no room for escape as she holds the blade to her throat. Haymitch is seated on the bed, watching Y/N pace along the large screen in their bedroom.

Thankfully the boy from eleven takes out one of the two remaining careers. Overhearing her taunt Katniss and brag about killing his district partner.

“Just this time, twelve.” Thresh tells her, gathering his bag from the table. “For Rue.”

With that they’re off; Thresh back to solitude and Katniss to Peeta.

He’s still asleep when she arrives, waking only to the sound of her voice. “I got it. I got your medicine.”

“What happened to you?” Peeta’s eyes focus on the gash across her forehead, courtesy of Clove.

“I’m fine.” Katniss busies herself with opening the canister.

“No you’re not,” Peeta reaches up, “what happened?”

“The girl from two, she threw a knife.”

“You shouldn’t have gone, you said you weren’t gonna go.”

“You got worse.” She replies, simply. Spreading the salve over the length of his wound.

Peeta allows a small cry to pass his lips, grabbing at her wrist. “You need some of that too.”

“I’m ok.” Katniss is more worried about him.

“That feels so much better.” He sighs. “Now you need some too.”

“I’m ok.”

“No, come on. You need it too.”

“Alright.” Katniss finally agrees. Watching Peeta’s tender expression as he thumbs the cream over her injury.

When they wake to the computer generated sunrise and find their cuts have healed, the star crossed lovers set off in search of food.

Peeta to the left, foraging berries while Katniss goes to hunt. Though the separation is not ideal, his heavy footsteps would send any potential prey running. The archer is ready to score them some breakfast when the cannon sounds.

It’s for the girl from five. But Katniss doesn’t know that, so she sets off in search of Peeta.

This time, Y/N and Haymitch are down in the viewing room, overhearing the chatter around them.

“Those berries must be poisonous.”

“I hope Katniss finds him in time.”

Katniss calls out for Peeta again, colliding into him a moment later as Peeta rushes toward the sound of her voice. His fist still closed around a handful of blue berries.

“What happened? Are you ok?” Peeta wonders, holding her tightly as she trembles.

“I heard the cannon. I thought you were dead.”

The boy rests his chin against her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

Katniss pulls back to scold him, smacking the berries from his hand. “That’s nightlock, Peeta. You’d be dead in a minute!”

“I didn’t know,” he stammers.

“Scared me half to death, damn you.” Then she is hugging him again. She can’t explain it, the need to feel him close, know that he is safe.

“I’m sorry.” Peeta breathes, soothing her with a gentle hand, down the length of her back. “I’m sorry.”

When they have settled enough to keep moving, they make the discovery of the red head’s body. Her mouth stained magenta and a few berries still in hand, eyes wide and open.

“I never even knew she was following me.”

“She’s clever.” Katniss always thought so.

“Too clever.”

Katniss leans down, collecting the berries from her hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Maybe Cato likes berries too.”

It’s only half past noon when the sun sets, quickly and without warning.

“Must be in a hurry to end it.” Katniss reasons.

Y/N’s leg is bouncing faster now, vibrating almost.

Haymitch reaches out a hand, resting it atop her thigh to still it.

They wait there, in uncomfortable silence, until the sound of mutts causes Y/N to jump. Even Haymitch flinches when the animals appear, like something out of a nightmare, bits of the fallen tributes mixed in.

They take Thresh, tearing him to pieces and Y/N doesn’t fight when Haymitch wraps her up in his arms. Making a place for herself in his lap, legs dangling over the side of his, not caring if she is heavy. He of course, doesn’t mind, pressing a kiss to the underside her jaw.

Cato is waiting at the top of the cornucopia. When Peeta and Katniss inevitably end up there, the three of them have it out. With Cato’s arm around Peeta’s neck, Katniss is left with no good choices. If she shoots the career’s hand where Peeta is pointing and she misses… But if she doesn’t shoot, he’ll kill Peeta anyway. She takes a deep breath and lets the arrow fly.

Cato’s death is a quick one, a mercy he may not have shown with roles reversed. But it is over, leaving just the tributes from district twelve. Gone is the shadow of night, the sun returning to illuminate the finale.

“Attention, tributes, attention, there’s been a slight rule change.”

Katniss draws her bow, fearing that they are somehow not alone.

Haymitch shifts, bracing himself.

“The previous revision allowing two victors from the same district has been…revoked. Only one may be crowned. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Katniss and Peeta turn back to one another.

“Go ahead.” Peeta insists, “one of us should go home. One of us has to die, they have to have their victor.”

“No,” Katniss tosses her weapon down, stepping over it to close the space between them. “They don’t. Why should they?” She pulls the nightlock from her pocket.

“No,” Peeta covers her hand with his own.

“Trust me.” Katniss whispers, “trust me.”

And Peeta does, accepting the berries into his palm.

Haymitch lets out a breath, patting the outside of Y/N’s thigh, affectionately. “You did it.” He murmurs, “there’s your victors.” Even though it isn’t fair, even though there will be nothing to show for it. They won.

Y/N leans farther into his embrace. Wishing more than anything for the chance to tell Peeta that she is proud and to tell Katniss…

“Together?” The boys asks.

“Together,” Katniss repeats.

“Ok. One.” Peeta runs his fingertips down the length of her braid.

“Two.”

“Three.”

Together they raise the poison toward their lips.

“Stop.” A voice rings through the arena, “stop! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the winners of the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games.”

For this, the four of them will surely be punished.

Part 8

Series Taglist: @praline357 @flowercrowns-goodvibes @justheretoparty420 @avocadotoastwithegg @officialjellydoughnut @whoreforfictionalpeople @treehouse-mouse @emo-markie @spilled-mi1k @magical-spit @greaser9902 @jessicamellarky @yourebuckingkiddingme @smuha2004

[pupsmailbox]

NATURE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abelia. acacius. aciano. aini. alder. alfie. almus. amaryllis. ame. antonio. archer. arthur. ashe. ashley. aspen. asper. aster. aveline. aviv. azalea. basil. belle. benedict. berry. bloom. blossom. bluebell. brook. calix. calla. carli. carline. carly. carolina. carrillo. cassia. cassiopeia. cedar. cherie. chun. cider. cira. cirrus. clover. coral. cordelia. crescent. cynthia. cypress. cyrus. dahlia. daisy. daphne. douglas. dune. echo. eilir. elara. elm. elowen. elyana. enon. erica. ester. everest. everett. evergreen. ewan. fauna. fern. finn. finnley. fleur. floor. flora. florian. florise. flower. flynn. forest. forrest. glen. gracie. gunner. haru. haruhime. haruki. hawthorne. heather. hemlock. honey. hyacinth. ianthe. indigo. ione. ipomea. iris. ivy. jaskier. jasmine. jasper. juniper. kalina. kallie. karolina. karoun. kath. kelda. ken. kingsley. lake. lavae. lavender. leilani. lennox. lente. lief. lilac. lily. linnea. lotus. lucinda. lucky. lucy. maayan. madeline. maggie. magnolia. maple. maren. mari. marian. marigold. mars. mary. maud. mauve. meadow. miles. momo. moss. mossie. mossy. moxie. muna. narcisow. nimbus. noi. oak. oasis. oleander. oybahor. pandora. pearl. pebble. pege. petal. plum. poppy. pınar. quanlian. quill. river. rosa. rosalie. rosalind. rose. roswell. rue. rune. saem. sage. sakura. san. sky. sol. star. story. strider. striker. summit. sunny. sylvia. sylvie. tasnim. terra. thistle. thorn. thorne. tree. udaberri. vasanta. verna. violet. waipuna. wells. westley. willow. wisteria. wisty. wren. yuki. zephyr. ziedonis. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇ amaranth/amaranth. aster/aster. bee/bee. bee/bees. bless/blessed. bloom/bloom. bloss/bloss. bloss/blossomself. bud/bud. camell/camell. camellia/camellia. carnati/carnation. chirp/chirp. ci/cir. cloud/cloud. colum/columbine. columbine/columbine. comfort/comfort. dais/daisy. dawn/dusk. dew/dew. dog/dogwood. dog/wood. ey/em. fe/fer. fer/fern. fern/fern. field/field. fir/fir. fleur/fleur. flor/flor. flor/flora. floral/floral. flori/florid. flow/flower. flower/flower. freesi/freesia. fruit/fruit. fuch/fuchsia. garden/garden. grass/grass. green/green. grow/growth. hawth/hawthorn. hawth/thorn. hi/hits. hib/hibiscus. honey/honey. hy/hys. hya/hyacinth. hyacin/hyacinth. h✦/h✦m. ir/iris. jas/jasmine. jessa/jessamine. jour/ney. laven/lavender. le/leaf. leaf/leaf. leaf/leave. lil/lily. lotu/lotus. lu/luna. mag/magnolia. mar/mar. matcha/matcha. misel/mistletoe. mo/moth. morning/morning. moss/moss. mossy/mossy. narc/narcir. narcissus/narcissus. nature/nature. orch/orchid. pe/peony. peace/peace. peak/peak. per/peri. peri/periwinkle. petal/petal. pi/pix. picnic/picnic. plum/plum. pollen/pollen. pop/poppy. prick/prick. pur/purple. qu/quest. rain/rain. rhod/rhode. ros/rose. rose/rose. sa/sap. sage/sage. sakura/sakura. scent/scent. se/ser. shine/shine. shroom/shroom. sh✦/h✦r. si/strike. smile/smile. soft/soft. sol/solar. spikes/spike. spring/spring. sprout/sprout. star/star. stem/stem. sun/sun. sun/sunrise. sun/sunset. syr/syringa. tea/party. tea/tea. thist/thistle. thorn/thorn. th✦y/th✦m. tul/tulip. vi/vier. vi/viol. wi/wild. win/winkle. wind/wind. wister/wisteria. yucca/yucca. zinni/zinnia. ☀️ . 🌱 . 🌳 . 🌷 . 🌿 . 🍎 . 🍏 . 🍵 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 💐 . 💐.🌷 . 🕷️ . 🦋 . 🦟 .

[yourdarlingness]

Forest Adventurer themed　names , pronouns , titles

✦　requested by @silverdoescringeffs524　...　other slightly similar npt (link)

　◞◟　NAMES　✦

cypress . cider . basil . flynn . willow . sage . rosa . ipomea . elowen . rune . hawthorne . thorne . forrest . archer . everest . everett . aster . lief . wren . finn(ley) . echo . quill . lucinda . lucy . lucky . pebble . river . lake . alfie . ashe . striker . story . strider

　◞◟ 　PRONOUNS　✦

se ser . pi pix . si strike . vi vier . ey em . qu quest . le leaf . fe fer(n) . bee bees . mo moth . h✦ h✦m . sh✦ h✦r . th✦y th✦m . hi hits . ci cir . jou jour ney

　◞◟ 　TITLES　✦

the forest adventurer . the adventurer who treks through the woods . the [x] who ventures through the forest . prn* grassy scent . the adventurer who dwells in the forests . the nature-loving [x] . prn* arduous path

[ihatesocialmedia45]

My Debut Onto The Tumblr Homelander Fanfic Scene

I see a lot of other Homelander writers post their fics on here, and I think I will start, too! Here is Chapter One of my fic: (also - you should listen to Guts' Theme from Berserk while you read!)

Sunshine, Happiness and Rainbows

Vought's New Year's Countdown was in full swing; VNN was filming live, and the camera panned outside, to show the cheering crowd huddled outside the Tower. Homelander watched from the window, the flash of cameras lighting up his face, wearing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He would be hosting this event, he thought with an internal sigh. The people outside might have been genuinely celebrating - but to him,  to the rest of the Seven, it was just another soulless bid for attention. They hadn't even officially been asked to host; The Tonight Show had fought them tooth and nail for the time slot - but Stan would not be cowed, and Vought had won, once again.

All this, just to celebrate another pointless year... 

"Over here, Homelander!" a cameraman urged, waving wildly. Homelander flashed him a dazzling smile; the shutters clicked faster.

Deep was entertaining a gaggle of fans outside, taking pictures, while Maeve was nursing an old fashioned inside, leaning on the meeting room table. Noir, hidden the back, was wearing a neon sign that flashed colors and messages across the screen: 20 minutes till next year!  Sage, the sourpuss, had managed to find a way out of the affair entirely, and was probably scraping her brains out and eating fast food... or whatever it was she did during those moments of idiocy she quite literally carved out for herself. Homelander felt his lip curl in disgust. The Seven was in shambles, and Stan had saw fit to drag them on TV and make them dance, anyway. 

Starlight and Firecracker seemed to be making the best of it, at least, talking to the camera about their resolutions. "Well... I hope to beat my record for saves this year! 350," Starlight said, puffing her chest out slightly. Firecracker gave her a teasing look. "Oh, what a coincidence! I also hope to beat Starlight's record of 350 saves this year," she joked, giving Starlight a playful push. 

As Stan gave his annual speech - his State of the Union, Homelander scoffed, suppressing an eye roll - everyone watched as the camera panned to Noir and his sign: 10 minutes till next year!  Homelander watched the sign flash, Stan's voice like static in his ears. He was already thinking of what he'd do tomorrow; he'd go down to the 30th floor, maybe terrorize Ashley a bit (holidays made him angry), do his itinerary... maybe fly across the globe, sit at Mount Everest... He'd built something of a settlement on the summit, where he could sip his milk and watch the sun rise at the highest elevation in the world. Of course, he could have flown higher, but he'd recently decorated the place with a very deep leather recliner, complete with a heated cushion. Every king needed his throne, after all. Stan fixed him in his steely gaze, snapping him from his reverie. He smiled.

"Now that I've said my piece, I'd like to turn the mic over to Vought's own... Homelander," Stan said smoothly, making way for him. Homelander stepped to the mic, that same static from before in his ears, choking out the festivities and leaving him in a silent film of a scene.

Just move your mouth, John. Tell them what they want to hear.

He felt the words come out, heard the crowd's answering laughter at his jokes, their cheers... but nothing registered in his own ears. He watched the crowd give their silent shouts, mouths set in open grins - and he answered with yet another one of his own, clenched fist throbbing under the podium. His face was starting to ache.

Standing there, at the podium, ushering in a new year he couldn't care less about, but being too influential to miss the show, Homelander straightened his spine, even as he felt his face twitch when he saw a couple outside, wrapping each other into a passionate embrace. He kept his eyes on them, raking over the way they moved - a tender brush of hair, a kiss on the forehead. His eyes felt hot - the urge to laser. He stuffed it down, willed himself to smile.

Finally, though, someone announced that the time had come; there were only 10 seconds until the ball dropped. The city held its breath as Homelander raised his hands, counting down, the words falling on deaf ears, sweeping his gaze around once again.

Five!

Maeve, looking depressed as she stood apart from the show.

Four!

Sage, in her dark little den, lobotomy wand in hand, as the masses celebrated outside.

Three!

Deep hugging a fan, bristling as their hands brushed his gills.

Two!

Noir, forever mute and unable to join in on the countdown.

One!

And Homelander, overseer of the entire sordid affair, fists tied in a white knuckled knot under the podium.

"Happy New Year!" everybody cheered, and the crowd outside went wild. The air, once so charged with anticipation, seemed to let out a breath, the smattering of glitter and confetti shimmering in the night sky as New York celebrated. The Seven looked on, their rehearsed smiles growing wan.

Oh, God... Homelander groused, looking around; everyone had begun to embrace, swaying gently as they kissed, hundreds of thousands of hands that held their partners close, the breaths of a million contended sighs reaching his ears and turning his stomach.

He'd seen enough; his duty fulfilled, he stepped stiffly from the podium, shouldering his way past the throngs of people, his step determined. Maybe he'd be able to make it to Everest in an hour if he left now. Less, if he sped. 

In his haste to leave, he heard snatches of conversations ("Is that Homelander?!") that he waved off, his façade waning alongside his patience. He couldn't take a picture. Not today.

He'd finally broken free of the crowd, and was preparing to fly off - when a new voice sounded, a few dozen feet behind him, the melody low and soft in his ears. He stopped himself, lowering his arms. 

"Did you see him, though? He looked so..." they let their words trail off. The friend snorted, and Homelander felt a surge of irritation flash through him.

"What - sexy?" Homelander rolled his eyes but pressed on now, looking for the duo, only to find a hoard of faces obscuring his view.

"No," the reader said, a hint of disgust at her friend's callousness in her voice. "Lonely."

Lonely. 

The word bounced around in his skull, and for a moment, Homelander was incandescent with rage. Who did this... girl... think she was, to act as if she knew him? To lay his inner turmoil out so plainly, as if it was something she could understand. But as the word sunk into his mind - lonely, lonely, lonely... he felt his anger fade, in the wake of its truth.

Lonely. 

He imagined the New Year's celebration he'd planned for himself, sipping steamed milk on Mount Everest, with the heated cushion serving as the only other source of warmth for miles. But the speaker's pity grated on him; he grit his teeth at the feeling.

Was it pity, though? No... that wasn't quite the word. They'd sounded... concerned when they said it. Concerned, for him.  He found himself leaning in, waiting to hear more.

"Yeah, but he's Homelander. He probably has an afterparty to get to," someone else responded. "I doubt he has nobody to kiss on New Years."

"I'd kiss him..." the first voice mumbled furtively. Homelander raised a brow, craning his neck to find the person behind the statement. Their friend scoffed.

"Yeah, I bet! 'Oh, Mr. Homelander, you're dreamier than the posters give you credit for!" 

"Shut up!" 

So, this person was a fan? He stepped closer, his dark mood lightening somewhat. And the way they'd spoken about him... it wasn't in the same dismissive tone their friend had. Gods got lonely, too - a sentiment this fan's insipid friend couldn't seem to grasp. But they did.

Lulled by their dulcet voice, Homelander's legs carried him to her, lingering occasionally so as to make their eventual meeting seem organic. He ghosted behind them, hidden by the trees, the glint of his eyes the only proof of his presence, watching as the girl - wearing a Homelander shirt, he noticed with a wry little smile - walked her friend to her car, then set off, to walk home themselves.

Walk?  Homelander quirked a brow, cocking his head. That wouldn't do at all. Silently cutting through the air, he brought himself a few yards out, where the girl would eventually cross his path, and put on a contemplative face. Barely hiding his smile at his ingenuity, he waited for them, hand tucked into a fist under his chin - the Thinker, waiting for her to bring him to life.

Eventually, she reached him, headphones in her ears, jumping nearly a foot in the air when she realized who she'd discovered. Eyes like saucers, they stuttered out their greetings, hands shaking when they raised them to remove the buds.

"Homelander?!" she started. He smiled, genuinely for the first time that night; beneath the sounds of the city, and the celebration at Vought, he could hear the hummingbird patter of her heart as she took him in. 

"The one and only," he greeted them, rising to his feet. He pointed to their shirt, a teasing smile tucked away at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't tell me you've been following me," he joked, smile widening when their jaw dropped, hastily making to turn the shirt backwards.

"This isn't - no! Well..." shirt turned backward, they brought their shy gaze to his, cheeks turning rosy from the cold - and a hint of embarrassment.

Homelander extended a hand to them, eyes kind despite himself. It wasn't his way, to offer favors to fans - mudpeople, his mind spat before he banished the thought... but in this case, maybe he could make an exception. New Year, new Homelander.

He'd looked so... lonely, her words echoed in his mind. He felt his smile falter, but quickly brought it back to life.

"Let me take you home. It's too cold to walk," he said, the thin veneer of bravado melting slightly when she took his hand.

Warmth. Pure, unadulterated warmth. The shock of it, radiating from their hand, had him stuffing down a gasp, the softness of their palm seeping through his glove. She wrapped an arm around his waist, the warmth bleeding into him there, too, and when she looked up at him, he saw the full moon, reflected in her wide eyes.

I'd kiss him. I'd kiss him...

Then kiss me.

The thought shocked him, but try as he might, he couldn't will it away. It floated to the forefront of his brain, soft and insistent all at once.

Do it. Kiss me. Please.

The fan - the woman - murmured her address into the crook of his neck, her breath leaving goosebumps in its wake, and he held her to his chest as he breezed through the night sky, the gentle breeze wafting her hair. Homelander caught a whiff of her conditioner - vanilla, bergamot - and inhaled as quietly as he could. They seemed content to let him carry them, head relaxed on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The thought that that wasn't all they could hear gnawed at him, but he shook it off and kept his eyes forward, focused on how right their weight felt against him.

Finally, he reached their apartment, setting them on their feet, and giving them a strained little smile. They stood at the doorway, lingering, and for a brief, wild moment, he imagined them, inviting him in, sharing hot cocoa, hands entwined as they watched television. Through the window he could see she used warm lightbulbs for her lamps, nothing like Vought's clinically bright ones. The image burned him with its sweetness, and he felt the strange urge, again, to lash out. How dare she make him envision a vignette that could never possibly happen? Even as he fought from leaning into her, his rage flared. He hated her. He hated the emptiness she'd left in his arms, when she'd stepped out of them.

"Well... I'm sure you're very busy," they said, opening their door.

I'm not, Homelander thought, burning to follow her in. She turned to face him, a glimmer in her eye; Homelander held his breath and hoped against all reason.

"Thank you, for taking me home. You were right - it was chilly tonight!" They shared a small laugh, the ache in his chest throbbing.

"Goodnight, Homelander. Happy New Year," she murmured, closing the door behind her. He made to leave, only to retake his position outside the door for a moment, his breath floating above him in frigid puffs as he stared. The reader's farewell, saccharine as it was, left him with a sense of uneasiness he couldn't shake. He nearly pressed a hand to the door, but held firm. It wasn't right. It wasn't right.

John,  his heart wept, something inside him quaking as though to come apart. Call me John.

[saturniasxenos]

Nature / Flora ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Nature, Flora, Flowers, Trees, and anything alike!

This is my 3rd NPT pack! 💜 I hope you find what you are looking for. I try to add as MUCH content as possible, so even if you don't find it, you can have an idea! (I'm still not the best at titles...)

🍀 Pronouns:

Flo/Florae/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Flo/Flora/Floral/Florals/Floralself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Le/Lea/Leaf/Leafs/Leafself

Tre/Tree/Trees/Trees/Treeself

Wo/Woo/Wood/Woods/Woodself

For/Fores/Forest/Forests/Forestself

Na/Natu/Nature/Natures/Natureself

Clo/Clove/Clover/Clovers/Cloverself

Pla/Plan/Plant/Plants/Plantself

Bi/Bio/Bios/Bios/Bioself

Mo/Moss/Mossy/Mosses/Mossself

Gra/Grass/Grassy/Grasses/Grassself

Ec/Eco/Ecos/Ecos/Ecoself

Fun/Fung/Fungi/Fungus/Fungiself

Mush/Mushro/Mushroom/Mushrooms/Mushroomself

Al/Alga/Algae/Algaes/Algaeself

Ea/Ear/Earth/Earths/Earthself

Ju/Jung/Jungle/Jungles/Jungleself

Pi/Pin/Pine/Pines/Pineself

Ta/Tai/Taiga/Taigas/Taigaself

So/Soi/Soil/Soils/Soilself

Gre/Gree/Green/Greens/Greenself

Dru/Drui/Druid/Druids/Druidself

Fai/Fair/Fairy/Fairys/Fairyself

Ge/Geo/Geos/Geos/Geoself

Ro/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Spri/Sprin/Spring/Springs/Springself

Su/Sum/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Tro/Trop/Tropical/Tropics/Tropicalself

Wi/Wil/Wild/Wilds/Wildself

Wil/Wilde/Wilderness/Wilderness/Wildernessself

Gar/Gard/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Bir/Birc/Birch/Birchs/Birchself

Oa/Oak/Oaks/Oaks/Oakself

Spru/Spruc/Spruce/Spruces/Spruceself

Oa/Oas/Oasis/Oasis/Oasisself

Ri/Riv/River/Rivers/Riverself

La/Lak/Lake/Lakes/Lakeself

Ra/Rai/Rain/Rains/Rainself

Wi/Wint/Winter/Winters/Winterself

Fro/Fros/Frost/Frosts/Frostself

Fa/Fall/Falls/Falls/Fallself

Au/Autu/Autumn/Autumns/Autumnself

🌲/🌲's

🍀/🍀's

🌸/🌸's

🌿/🌿's

🌱/🌱's

🌳/🌳's

🌵/🌵's

🍃/🍃's

🌻/🌻's

🌹/🌹's

🌧/🌧's

☀/☀'s

❄/❄'s

💨/💨's

💧/💧's

🌸 Titles:

Preserver of The Forest

(X) Who Nurtures

Born From The Forest

Guardian of The Forest

Dancer of The Desert

(X) Who Guards The Oasis

Child of The Trees

Floral Founder

Seeker of The Leaves

(X) Who Dances With The Petals

Druid of The Land

Wings of The Forest

Nurturing The Land

Nurturer of The Forest

Nature's Guardian

Child of Mother Nature

Guardian of Mother Nature

Raindrop on The Leaf

Dancing in The Wind

Guardian of The Crops

Child of The Nymph

The Water Dancer

The River Traveler

🍃 Names:

Fem: Azalea, Aurora, Aster, Bellatrix, Belladonna, Blossom, Coral, Calla, Camellia, Dahlia, Daisy, Dawn, Dove, Dandelion, Ember, Flora, Floria, Giselle, Heather, Holly, Ivy, Jade, Juliet, Jasmine, Luna, Lunar, Lotus, Lily, Lilac, Lavender, Magnolia, Marigold, Meadow, Moon, Maple, Nova, Opal, Petunia, Poppy, Plum, Primrose, Paisley, Rosamund, Rose, Rosa, Rainy, Raine, Stella, Summer, Thea, Violet, Verna, Vine, Willow, Zinna,

Masc: Acacius, August, Arthur, Acorn, Arno, Aire, Beckett, Bear, Birch, Cedar, Cliff, Clay, Corvus, Clayton, Cove, Canyon, Callum, Caspian, Dune, Dylan, Elwood, Finn, Fielder, Falcon, Fox, Forest, Florian, Flint, Griffin, Hunter, Jasper, Jonah, Kai, Leo, Luan, Lennox, Micah, Oliver, Quill, Oscar, Orson, Roscoe, Rainier, Rhodes, Reed, Ronan, Rowan, Spruce, Sol, Thorne, Thorn, Wilder, Winter, Weston,

Neu: Arbor, Ashton, Ash, Agate, Autumn, Aspen, Bay, Berry, Barley, Brae, Bryony, Basil, Brooks, Bourne, Cereus, Clover, Crow, Cypress, Chamomile, Everest, Eden, Fawn, Farley, Finley, Frost, Fern, Foxley, Hazel, Harper, Hyacinth, Iris, Juniper, Jay, Jett, Koa, Krow, Lake, Leaf, Lynx, Oakley, Nightshade, Onyx, Orion, Olive, Pike, Pepper, Prairie, Phoenix, Robin, River, Raven, Rye, Scout, Sage, Stone, Sable, Snowden, Storm, Thistle, Wolf, Wolfe, Wulfwynn, Wren, Zen, Zev, Zephyr,

🌲 Genders:

Natureserenic - a gender related to spending your days in the middle of nowhere inside your cottage overgrown with nature, cats, dogs, and peacefulness.

Rotgrowth - A gender that has a deep connection to the idea of new plant life growing out of dead, rotting, decaying bodies such as animals and humans.

Vancouldian - a gender related to tall evergreen trees blowing in the wind against a cloudy sky

Regenderation - A gender connected to all things related to regeneration and growth. Medicine, nature, the life aspect, shades of pinks and greens, etc.

Mouanipre - a gender connected to baby animals, daisies, wildflowers, flower crowns, soft grass, meadows, fawns, bunnies, lambs, soft fur, sleepy baby animals, pastel colors, and cute baby animals resting in soft meadows.

Heliangender - a gender related to, affected by, or connected to sunflowers.

Convolvulaceaeic - A gender that has a deep connection to the Convolvulaceae Family of flowers.

Naturegender - Gender relating to nature/plants

Asteraceaeica - gender that has a deep connection to the Asteraceae Family of flowers.

[forgeworldweatherreport]

So last night was the first session of my new Lancer campaign, using @vexwerewolf 's In Golden Flame. This iteration of the Hell's Gate Strategic Response Team got a chance to socialize while doing maintenance work, chatted with residents and had lunch at the Happy Noodle Bar (with this version of the proprietor based on Maya Killsixbilliondemons), and were briefed on the station's woes and their next assignment by the terminally stressed Jerry. Next week, they will sortie in a brave endeavor to break the pirate blockade of the station!

This squad includes: -Sétanta "Set" Hawkins, Callsign 'Cornfed', heir to a family that has been part of the Hell's Gate militia since the pyrite age, passing down the callsign and their mech ever since (the latter of which has long ceased to contain any original parts, grandfather's axe style). He's aiming towards monarch parts to enact that one Megas XLR gif.

-Meadow Reaper, Callsign 'Reaper', a bubbly farmer from Asphodel with a militarized farming rig (counts-as a caliban) who joined up for adventure at the advice of a mysterious patron.

-Pale Sage, Callsign 'Porcelain', a hell's gate foundryworker who suffered a horrific industrial accident, only kept alive through donated HORUS tech. She awoke with a transformed body, a knowledge of a strange language of clashing metal, and an appreciation of the purity of the machine. Her new favourite podcaster (who is definitely not an Elesh-Norn-coded deimosian) occasionally sends her gifts. She will

-Hara Stevens, Callsign 'Junkyard', a feral little creechure of a raccoongirl with incredible tech skills, a cyber arm with integrated multitools, dubious personal hygiene, and an NHP puppygirl gf. Her ride is a salvaged IPS-N Kidd missing some core parts (counts as an Everest for now) which will be brought up to full spec, and she is so so eepy.

[help-an-alter]

hi! thank you so much for doing this!

I have a younger sister fragment who can't figure out a name and I'd like to ask for suggestions for faer. fae goes by Izzy or Zeze right now and uses fae/faer pronouns. fae likes the sound and mouth feel of the letters i, z, and e but doesn't mind other letters. fae is a fairy and has a shy curious nature in a creepy beautiful way.

thank you again!

-clara

hello hello! it’s no problem at all! we’re happy to help :)

names ->

zoe, dear, xixi (pronounced like a more j-leaning “shi-shi”), pop, miko, abby, iris, bree, sage, immi, zee, sherbet, penny, ivy, milk, mimi, kitty, lee, honey, ibby, inky, peep, jacksie, ginger, ari, mira, august, ivory, roux, saoirse (seer-sha), starburst, plum, beep, everest, creampuff, solstice, imp, dahlia, pepper, poppy, vivi(an), alex

decided to make a pretty long list as you’re just asking for names! i overall went with the sounds you suggested, but added some outside of those! hope one of these catches faer eye, or at least inspires faer in finding a name :)!

- mod sol

[silverraes]

tagged by @sunriseverse to do the spelling out your URL with song titles thing tyy <3

Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) - Enhypen

I'm Not Afraid - Emigrate, Cardinal Copia

LA DI DA- Everglow

Violet Crazy - DPR Ian

Emotional Machine - Marina

Ready To Blow - KMFDM

Rêver j'en ai l'habitude - Molière l'opéra urbain

AmEN! - BMTH ft. Lil Uzi Vert & Daryl Palumbo

Everest - Loveless

Sage - OnlyOneOf

tagging (no pressure ofc): @dramalets @infinitelyprecious @zhouxiangs @sammie-lightwood-bane @befuddledcinnamonroll @sunshinechay @mysterygrl20 @nervousnotion @slayerkitty @lukaherehelp and anyone else who I didn't manage to fit in ashjdsa

[ask-the-drdt-next-gen-au]

DRDT Next Gen AU - The Entire Class of the New Generation

From Left to Right on each row!

TOP ROW •Mina Lilsa, Ultimate Couple's Counselor (15) •Ariana Rinestone, Ultimate Student (16) •Ryuunosuke Kawa, Ultimate Lucky Student (15) •Nicole Ruby, Ultimate Fashionista (17) •Estella Skies, Ultimate Astrologist (16) •Zoey Coris, Ultimate Streamer (17) •Elijah "Eli" Jing, Ultimate Sculptor (16) •Glinda Forrest, Ultimate Botanist (16)

BOTTOM ROW •Crow Unicry, Ultimate Troublemaker (17) •Harrison Valentine, Ultimate Music Writer (17) •Alice Matthews, Ultimate Hair Stylist (15) •Simone Cuevas, Ultimate Adventurer (16) •Zachary "Zach" Coris, Ultimate Daredevil (16) •Nori Giles, Ultimate Horror Novelist (15) •Everest Sage, Ultimate Model (15) •Megami Ayaka, Ultimate Fantasy Novelist (15)

[eretzyisrael]

ON THE MOUNTAIN

This week’s parsha is Behar, lit. “on the mountain.” The mountain referred to is, of course, Mount Sinai, where God gave the Torah to Moses on behalf of the Jewish people. Of all the places where God could have given the Law, why did He choose Mount Sinai? Is it because of its might and majesty, reaching into the clouds like Everest? Actually, as mountains go, Mount Sinai was nothing special. Our Sages teach that God chose the smallest of the mountains to teach us the value of humility and modesty. But if God wanted to teach us to be humble, why pick a mountain at all? Why not give the Torah to Moses in a valley to send the message that Jews should be lowly of spirit? The Lubavitcher Rebbe teaches that the relatively small size of the mountain teaches humility, but the fact that it is indeed a mountain teaches that there are some things we shouldn’t be humble about. When we follow God’s laws, we should stand tall. As it says in the Shulchan Aruch (Code of Jewish Law), “Do not be ashamed in the face of mockers.” A Jew should be proud of living according to the laws of the Torah, and not allow the scorn of unbelievers to make him feel ashamed or humiliated. An observant Jew is a servant of the Holy One. Like a servant he should be humble, but he should take pride in the One whom he is serving. 

[brainpal-gachapon]

Name(s): up to you ^-^ something neutral/nature-y?

Age: ageless adult

Prns: it/its + creators choice

Gender(s): demigender / demineutral

Source(s): n/a

Species: up to you

TransID(s): transseverity (phys disability,, autism) + creator choice!

CislD(s): phys disability (weak joints), autism, creator choice

Role(s): host, avenger, protector

Name(s): Willow, Eden, Palmer, Azul, Cove, Echo, Everest, Auburn, Cricket, Quill, Sage, Marsh

Age: ageless adult

Prns: it/its, mis/mist, bloom/blooms, log/logs, yip/yips, oak/oaks, brik/briks, bir/birch, maple/maples, fer/fern, weep/weeping, mang/mangrove, pa/palm, mush/room, ever/green, plant/plants, nature/natures, elm/elms, 🕷️/🪲/🐞/🪵/🪨/🍄/🌲/🌳/🪴/🌱/🥀/🍀/🌿

Gender(s): demigender / demineutral

Source(s): n/a

Species: forest elf

TransID(s): transseverity (phys disability,, autism), transshorter (is 4'6, wishes to be 3'2), transhateful, transdemihuman (wishes to be part human, part elf), transwinged, transheds, transbed, transgardener, transfarmer, permaawake, transinsomniac, transheavier, nullorgans

CislD(s): phys disability (weak joints), autism, adhd, aroacespike, allergy to carrots, tomatoes, and milk

Role(s): host, avenger, protector

[peixesbling]

hello! hope you're doing well. <3 guess who's back! (it's 🚀💥 anon, teehee)

sooo.. i've been having some huge gender struggles lately. and i'm not too sure what to do about it. would you mind giving me some feminine names based off of my source (Rocket from PHIGHTING!)? preferably fem and/or neu leaning! either in vibes, definition, or just whatever you feel fits! i don't mind noun names.

and maybe using a few of them in sentences with she/her and they/them pronouns if it isn't too much trouble... ok thank you!! BD

-🚀💥

Yes, )( ere you are 🚀💥

Harley

EX ; Look at Harley, she looks so nice today!

Quinn

EX ; I just went to quinn's, they had so many games!

Scarlett

EX ; I made Scarlett, a gift I hope she likes it, i worked really hard just for them to hate it.

Maia

EX ; I really like Maia's outfit ! She has an adorable shirt!

Juniper

EX ; Juniper has the coolest car and honestly they deserve it!

 Roxanna/e

EX ; Did you know that Roxanna also goes by Roxanne? She doesn't mind what you call them though.

Sage

EX ; Sage is so good at growing plants! I could never be like her..

Juno

EX ; Juno makes the cutest shirts!! They must work really hard!!

Ida

EX ; Ida is always so beautiful!! How does she do it ?

Kira

EX ; She does makeup the best! Oh btw their name is Kira!

Nellie

EX ; Nellie is so good with animals , does she raise them?

Gaia

EX ; Look at Gaia's hair it fits them so well!

Everest

EX ; Everest can climb so well!! She looks so cool while doing it always!!

Athena

EX ; Athena is so good at archery !! How does she do it,, they're so cool!!

Melody

EX ; Melody has the most awesome googles !! Do you know where she got it from?

If you need more you can request more but )(ere you are!! Enjoy!!!