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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 3 months

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For the WIP game, do you have plans to add add any more to Outside the Lines from the Outside Chance universe? You single-handedly got me shipping Prim & Rye(n) hard b/c of this fic 😂 And from in progress, You + Me and/or The Cold Side of the Bed?

Alright, we'll cover all three. <3 Below the cut because it's a lot of text.

Friend. I am totally going to throw my beta under the bus on this one. PRIM AND RYEN WERE NEVER PLANNED. I was not gonna go there. Buttercupbadass, however, had other ideas. "Wouldn't it be funny if Prim's 'spa day' was her sneaking away to be with Ryen???" she asked. "Oh it's so cute she had a crush on him!" she says. "Screw it. I want them [Prim & Ryen] to get married," she puts in her edits/comments on ch 17 of Outside Chance, and not on a Prim and Ryen interaction even. That's what bba commented when Prim is saying goodbye to Eirik when she and Katniss are leaving Skaid after their summer visit!

Thus began an entire barrage of her reasoning, possible scenes and dialog, and then... THEN bba mentioned how funny it would be if Katniss accidentally saw a naked Ryen in the background of a Skype call one day and I lost it. So much of that story has roots in my personal life and well... so does that, unfortunately. But after that, the whole concept became too delicious for me to resist. And also, bba was right. They belong together.

I absolutely plan on adding more to Outside the Lines. At the moment, I feel the need to finish writing the next chapter of Outside Chance because that's the root story. I build Outside the Lines and Outside Expectations around what's in Outside Chance, and in a lot of ways, Otl and OC are kind of written simultaneously. So here's a snippet from the next chapter of Outside the Lines and lord help me if bba sees this, I won't hear the end of her prodding to get it done lol ;)

“So you’re the flavor of the week. Is there anything you can tell me about Ryen’s mental state going into this competition?”

“If I were really just the flavor of the week, why would you think I’d have any insight into his mental state?” I retort. There’s not much I remember about Agnes Mellark, other than a vague impression of cold aloofness. But how much of my idea of her has been stained by what Katniss and Ryen have told me about her? I don’t know.

I can’t even tell if she recognizes me right now. Maybe it’s too soon to play this hand, but I can’t resist. Maybe because it’s proof that I know Ryen far better than any of his previous flings. Maybe even better than the woman confronting me right now.

“Aren’t you his mother? You should have a better idea of his mental state than me,” I say with a smile. Really, I’d like to stab her in the jugular, but with what? Couldn’t smuggle in a knife, and am unfortunately not wearing my favorite four inch heels, which would be a perfect weapon.

Agnes purses her lips and her eyes wrinkle at the corners. Oh shit, I think and prepare to run, but she shakes her head and chuckles slightly.

“I wish I could say that my son were smart, but he usually thinks more with his dick than his brain,” she says and eyes me. “You’re every bit as beautiful as the others, but smarter, aren’t you?”

“I’d like to think I am,” I say.

“Good. Maybe you actually have a shot at getting him to commit, but don’t hold your breath for it. He won't admit it, but he needs someone with a brain to keep him in line, to challenge him and keep him from squandering his talent.”

“Multiple Olympic medals and world cup titles count as squandering his talents?” I ask. She takes a step back from me and I hold in my triumph that I got a response.

“Maybe not, but his personal life is a mess. I just want to make sure you deserve him and treat him the way you should. Don’t be like that trash his younger brother keeps falling for.”

Oh no. She did not. Fuck this bitch. I don’t need a knife to destroy her.

"Oh you mean my sister?" I say with a wide smile and hold out my hand to her. "I guess you don't remember me. Primrose Everdeen."

You + Me is another one of my outstanding Everlark Fic Exchange prompts. This one is from 2019 (I think? *cringes in shame*), and was for either K or P as a romance novelist who secretly uses the other for inspiration in their writing. What happens when they find out?

This one has been super fun to write, if a little slow going, mainly because there are multiple moving pieces to it. Now for a snippet!

Katniss… we live together when we travel. I think I’m aware of all your annoying habits by now. ;)

And here I thought I was something of an enigma.

Nope. Open book to me.

Shit.

Does he mean…?

My brain is scrambling, but I take a deep breath and manage to reign it in. He knows I’m a published writer. His words could merely be a reference to that. This can’t be good. Has he already figured it out?

Before I start plotting a heist to break into his house for a book burning party, I manage a decent, mostly innocuous text.

Hey what’s the title of the book you’re reading? Maybe I know it and can spoil the ending for you. ;)

Not on your life, Everdeen.

Just reached a plot twist in between your texting barrage.

A delicious plot twist. ;)

Oh?

The hero is not who I was expecting. Dun duh dun!

The wheels squeal and I rush off the train as fear rises up in my throat. Oh god, he’s figured it out. What gave me away? The food porn passages, probably. He’s got to be reading The Thrill of the Hunt. That’s the only one I can think of where I pulled a bait and switch with the hero.

The street is crowded and I have to tuck my phone in my pocket to navigate the crowds. When I get there, I’m still unable to answer him because even though I’m early to meet my editor, she’s ready for me.

“Katniss, darling! Welcome, welcome! Have a seat please. The cappuccino is fresh,” Effie trills as I’m ushered into her office and offered coffee.

Oh this cannot be good. Whenever Effie has liked my pages, she forgets her manners. Excitement precludes etiquette. But when a writer needs a kick to the creative pants… that’s when she’s the picture of perfect manners.

“That bad?” I ask when her assistant is finally gone, the door shut and a hot cappuccino gripped in my hands.

“They were...how to say this…?”

“Shit,” I supply and she scowls at my language.

And finally, since you asked about it, The Cold Side of the Bed was something I started for one of the "This Would Have Happened Anyway" challenges. I don't remember which one, only that the prompt was for Everlark in District 13. I never managed to finish it, in fact I've barely started it beyond a vague outline and the opening scenes, mainly because I was still finishing my degree at the time and pretty much would crash after finals then not be able to muster up the energy to write fanfic. But also because it kind of turned into an epic story. Short synopsis: Non-reaped Everlark winds up married to different people after their last reaping. The rebellion still happens and 12 is still bombed. Some of the story would be about them getting to 13, but the juicy stuff happens while they are in 13.

When I wake, the other side of the bed is cold. I reach out through the rough material, seeking a shred of the warmth that would exist if Primrose didn’t still climb into our mother’s bed after a nightmare. Not that I am surprised she had a nightmare last night. This is the day of the reaping, after all. I slowly lift my head to peer across the room at them. The three of them curled together for comfort. My mother, my sister who grows more achingly beautiful every day, and the ugliest yellow cat in the world. He sees me watching and hisses at me.

“Yeah, I know you’d be happy if they called my name today. Lucky for you, they just might.”

After all, my name is in the bowl 28 times today. I dress and join Gale in the woods, relaxing as I make my way through the thick summer foliage to our meeting place.

“How’re you planning on celebrating your freedom?” he asks as we make our way back towards the fence when we’re done hunting. It’s been a glorious day and we’ve got quite the haul. I’ll need the woods to keep providing like this in a few weeks. When the Games end this year, I start working in the mines.

I shudder slightly and give Gale a look. He just shakes his head and laughs. I don’t need to say it. It’s not exactly freedom, aging out of the reaping and into working down in those mines.

“You thought about what I said?”

“Gale,” I say and stop walking right before we reach the fence. He stops too and sighs, looks up at the sky. “I told you I can’t think about that right now. Not when Prim will still be—.”

“And I’ve got Rory still eligible and Posy about to start in a few years, but I’m still thinking about it. How’d you explain that? How about Nathan Dawson and Lilah Bronski? They’ve already decided they’re getting married some time after the reaping if they both make it through. Lots of people think about it, Catnip, and lots of people do it.”

“Well lots of people are stupid then,” I snap and Gale sighs.

“Alright look, just forget I said anything. Let’s go make our trades before we make you late.”

#wip file game #outside the lines #outside chance universe #you + me #the cold side of the bed #distractionsfromthefood #look at that ask

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fluffyhairedboy · 10 months

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#you + me #ftm mlm #gay #<333 #cute boys #soft love #summer romance #this is so cute #pinterest dump

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guionbajoimariana · 1 year

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Un día miré la luna y la vi tan vieja y distante que no la reconocí.

¿Amor mío, recuerdas cómo soñábamos con ella y siempre tenías alguna historia linda qué contarme? ¿En qué momento se te acabaron las historias, el amor y las palabras bonitas? Te he escuchado hablar y me he quedado callada, anonadada... pero no como antes cuando me contabas sobre las estrellas y yo solamente podía mirarlas e imaginarlas iguales al conjunto de tus ojos y sonrisa. No. Esta vez me hablaste y te vi como una persona desconocida, ¿será que al fin el tiempo me curó y me ha arrancado el tatuaje con tu nombre que llevaba en el alma desde que somos niños? No lo sé, me aterra tan solo pensarlo porque, sin ti, más de la mitad de mi vida no tendría sentido pero un día miré la luna y estaba vieja, pude contar uno a uno los kilómetros de distancia a los que se encuentra de la tierra y la sentí de lo más distante... Ya no es la luna que nos cubría, la que nos gustaba contemplar abrazados y amándonos. La luna ya no refleja tus ojos, mi amado chico de los ojos de luna. La luna envejeció y tú también, solo así puedo explicar la frialdad que ahora habita en tu corazón.

#amor #love #you + me #chico de los ojos de luna #el chico de mi poesía

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glenncoco4 · 2 years

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Different Lives

A/N: As I said before, this started out as fluff but somehow ended up being smut in the last few lines. Partially T.

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The golden hue of the evening sun envelopes the couple as they curl up into each other on the hammock.

Contemplating if she wants to ask a question that’s strangely been on her mind for a while, the brunette tilts her head back, examining every feature of the side profile of his face as the golden hues illuminate his skin. “Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if my dad hadn’t been killed and yours hadn’t been an asshole?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Think we would’ve met still?”

His brow furrows as his cerulean blues meet her questioning mismatched orbs. “Do you have to ask that? Of course, we would’ve.”

She hates to even think about them not finding each other. Being alone out there right now when they could’ve had this. The moments that brought them here were worth it, but there’s still that what if inside her head that only he can calm. “But neither of us would’ve probably joined NCIS.”

“No, but you would’ve become a medic or maybe a doctor and I would’ve become a teacher. We’d do that for a while until we realized it wasn’t as fulfilling as we had hoped and then we both would’ve joined the Peace Corps.”

“Oh?”

A smirk curls at his lips when the story beings to play out in his head and he sees the curiosity grow in his partner’s eyes. “Yeah, your hut was right next to mine. You forgot your toothbrush and came over to ask me if I had an extra.”

“And did you?”

“I may have, but I wanted something in exchange.”

Kensi can’t help the disgusted look on her face as she playfully shoves him, almost tipping them over in the process. “You’re gross.”

His eyes go wide as he tries to steady them to keep them from falling but can’t help the laughter that escapes. “I wanted your extra jello cup.”

“You hate jello.”

“Yeah, but I know they’d eventually run out, and when they did…”

“You’d be there to save the day.” A smile spreads to her lips, finishing his sentence.

“Jello cup in hand.”

“Smooth.” There’s a beat of silence before she’s hit with something else. A little challenge if you will.“Okay, what about I’m a mechanic and you’re a janitor.”

“What, janitors don’t need engine work?” Deeks’ brow furrows once again, shrugging as if it’s the easiest answer in the world.

“I’m a fighter jet pilot and you’re a drug lord.”

“A drug lord? Really?”

“I don’t make the rules, baby.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, a smile plays on Deeks’ lips. “Fine. I hired you as my drug mule.”

“What makes you think I would compromise my integrity and freedom for you?” She quirks her brow in question even though they both know he could turn her eventually, especially with his baby blues and fluffy hair.

“I can be very persuasive. Especially when I lavish you with your very own Hostess factory and your very own tank.”

A bubble of laughter rises from her chest at the thought of driving into work in a tank just to go into a food coma once she steps inside the factory.

“I could do this all night, sweetheart.”

“Funny, you said the same thing last night.” She playfully pinches his side as a Cheshire cat-like grin spreads to her lips.

He gasps, affronted by the fact that she’d throw that back in his face. “Okay, that was a fluke. I got a cramp and you didn’t seem to mind what I did in the meantime.”

“Touché.” She places a kiss on his cheek, her body humming with excitement at the memory. “Alright. What if you had stayed a stripper and I was a bounty hunter?”

It’s his body’s turn to hum with excitement at the images suddenly playing out before him. Already trying to figure out a way to talk his wife into a little role play. “Ooh, we have just entered R-rated territory now.”

“How so?”

He turns his head, bringing his lips to her ear, sending a welcomed shiver down her spine. “You arrest me because you think I’m someone else and as an apology, you ride my dick until both of us are too sore to move. Love story writes itself.”

The moan that escapes her lips can’t be helped as he playfully nips her ear. “Mmmm. Tell me more.”

#Densi #Hubby & Wifey #You + Me #NCIS: LA #Densi Drabble

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whiteshipnightjar · 3 months

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Zoozve, my beloved

#i cannot tell you how much this made me smile just bc it's so full of love #moon #venus #zoozve #long post #sorry about that it's very long but it's very entertaining i hope you enjoy this lil zoozve gem haha #astronomy #astrophysics #space

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faeriekit · 6 months

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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

#the ethics are whack but more importantly you didn't even want to write it?? who is it even for?? not you? not me?#you didn't even have enough interest in the premise to take a crack at it?? then who cares?#please don't populate in my search results I'm looking for things that people wrote because they liked something #ao3

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kochei0 · 2 months

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I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

#greek mythology #ares #athena #greek gods #dont get me wrong it aint athena slander but it sure is ares praise #on some level at least #man justly accused of bad things deserves some mid praise more at 11 #thank you romi for helping me with words though i duly noted you insisted on ares not being cautious rather than him not being careful #romi be like “i want him to care” and honestly good you should say it #also EPIC led to this and i just..... i want to draw some animatics man i just need infinite time now #my long lost love for greek myths just will never stop coming and they dont stop coming and they dont stop coming #i want some vulture design in here for ares but not sure about this one #kochei doodles

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butchfalin · 5 months

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

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theriverbeyond · 7 months

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i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

#trb.txt #me at myself you are NOT ALLOWED to get takeout again this week we have food at home 😭

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candyvalentinne · 8 months

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You+Me+Room

What are we doing?

#me #send anons #send asks #thick and curvy #talk tag #thick thighs #talk to me #thick #selfie #you + me #what are we doing #send me naughty things

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stuckinapril · 1 month

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are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

#do you get me

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 3 months

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The WIP ask game made me ridiculously excited about your stories that are in the planning/outlining/drafting stages (was already ridiculously excited about your WIPs on AO3). With the caveat that this of course could change, given your current inspiration and where you are at in the planning stages for any of those future works, which one right now would you say has the best chance of becoming your next WIP on AO3? <3

Oooooh, interesting question, Anon. I'd have to say that the odds currently favor either The Courtship of Lambs or You + Me.

I talked a little bit about You + Me HERE. It's currently planned as a multichapter story, and I have seven chapters and the prologue drafted so far (roughly 23K words). So there's already a fair amount of work done on this one. I kind of want to wait until this one is fully drafted before I start posting tho. Especially since, as I was working on the seventh chapter, something came out in terms of Katniss's characterization that I hadn't planned and now I'm going to need to go back to the beginning and edit to lay the groundwork for it. The story is made a little complex because there are excerpts from Katniss's novel in progress throughout. And ngl there's a huge part of me that actually wants to write the whole novel as an original but I digress.

I also talked about The Courtship of Lambs HERE. This one, I swear on my honor, IT IS MEANT TO BE A ONESHOT. lmao. Currently, I have about 5,500 actual written words drafted and am maybe one quarter to one third done with what I had outlined. But if you've been following my writing for any amount of time, then you know I am notoriously bad at predicting my own long winded-ness and this could wind up being a 50k ficlet. Sighs dramatically at myself.

Thanks so much for the interest, Anon!

<3 kdnfb

#wip file game #the courtship of lambs #you + me #anonymous #look at that ask

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