vict12r

[vict12r]

welcome back katniss everdeen

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲. ≀ ooc. #erana james i SWEAAR

[vict12r]

i miss my girl....

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲. ≀ ooc.

[vict12r]

vict12r >>> mckngsong

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲. ≀ ooc. #joining the district gang #but i Am making a comeback one day

[vict12r]

inhales. i will maybe make another small comeback this next week bc i'll be freee (of work)

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲. ≀ ooc.

[vict12r]

she is so katniss coded like? hello???

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧. ≀ visage. #every new pic i find of this shoot i'm like !!! #it's HER

[vict12r]

the mountain's daughter

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧. ≀ visage. #beloved baby girl

[vict12r]

trying to fit back into katniss' headspace like

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲. ≀ ooc. #I'M GETTING THERE THO #i can feel it

[vict12r]

it was a cruel barb, not to mention baseless, and there is no use in denying it. but katniss is beyond exhausted, her nerves rubbed raw & her ribs burning from agitating their feeble healing the last few days in the midst of the training that has left her heaving on the side of the track without fail while pre - teens run laps around her -- it had been too easy, letting the smoke curl in her throat and spit sparks from her tongue. they are both metal pressed too thin, bending beneath the weight but stubbornly remaining unbroken if a little jagged. and as much as their shared goal bloomed some sort of comradery between them, they still clash as much as that moment on the beach. it does little by means of motivation, and yet johanna, sweating & green - tinged, is still the one pulling the mockingjay out of bed every morning. somehow, still, they work.

strangely, in the midst of the searing pain behind her sternum ( she could choke on the smoke if it were real -- just like her district did ), there is some twisted sense of satisfaction that almost pulls at the corners of her mouth when the other victor stands her ground. flint & steel gaze locked upon umber counterparts, katniss is tossed between her rapidly weakening anger and rising weariness; she knows johanna doesn't run. if anything, she has only ever watched the girl run head - on into things. how would she feel, if she knew that the girl on fire had once considered running away herself? that the symbol she had sacrificed everything to protect had only thought of preserving herself and her immediate loved ones? how would she feel now, knowing that katniss doesn't even plan on that much anymore?

she is so tired, and their living compartment is so small that a few steps is all it takes to cross the distance, to stand chest - to - chest, almost touching. “ then prove it. ” and what is that supposed to account for? that katniss feels like she cannot escape snow's puppeteers, always pulled by the strings of someone who has ahold of her wings? is she jealous? hardly -- she is guilty, undoubtedly, for the pain johanna has faced and her upset is ungrounded. she is scrabbling. “ snow dies. then what? ” because she sure as hell has never put any thought into it. at least, she has never thought about being around in the aftermath.

you can't run away hard enough, can you?

@mckngsong.

WATERFALL OF WORDS CASCADING FROM THE MOCKINGJAY’S LIPS LEFT JOHANNA FEELING IMPACT BEYOND EXPLANATION. LIKE THAT SENTENCE LEFT HER CONSCIOUSNESS CRASHING AS THOUGH A TEMPEST, STRIKING HER WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND WAVES UPON ROCKY SHORES. within her, tumultuous whirlwind of emotions swirled, stirring a potent mixture of fury and wounded pride. the mere implication that harbored any inclination to flee ignites a furious blaze of indignation inside; a firestorm of defiance against such an affront to her character. this left johanna with one question: did katniss truly believe that she was so craven to entertain the the idea of running away? that she was so desperate for some sort of escapism? johanna’s innermost being recoiled with disdain at the notion, rebelling against this cowardice that threatened her reputation. jaw clenched with iron resolve, scoff trickled from chapped brims.

beneath the surface, johanna sensed the true depth of katniss’ statement. not a challenge to her endurance, but a piercing examination of the inner fortitude. RELENTLESS ASSAULT UPON THE BEDROCK OF HER RESILIENCE. DID OTHERS PERCEIVE HER AS FEEBLE? INCAPABLE OF CONFRONTING LIFE’S TRIALS WITH UNYIELDING COURAGE? suddenly, she was yet again that feigned naive girl in the arena. johanna was no weakling. she never had been, nor will she ever be. no trembling reed swayed by the winds of adversity. she was a survivor. a victor. hardened by the crucible of suffering. what a price to pay … bearing scars that kissed her flesh belonging to battles from within and out. each mark, a testament to her own strength to the unbreakable spirit. reverberation of the phrase that seemed to have her in chains: YOU HAVE TO PROMISE NOT TO BREAK NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU ARE BENT.

storm raged on, yet johanna stood; firm, solitary figure among the chaos. what a familiar feeling. masked with stoic determination, she was confronted with a choice: to allow katniss’ words erode her confidence like sand worn away by the ceaseless tide, or to rise above. she met her gaze head - on. “ you think running is the only option? you severely underestimate me. i don’t run. i am fucking done letting them feel like they have some hold on me. ”

#delphilos #˗ˏˋ ➴𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. ≀ ic. #˗ˏˋ ➴𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ≀ arc ˛ the mockingjay. #and they were roommates #(oh my god they were roommates)

[vict12r]

for once, she had been attempting a more lighthearted approach. whatever fragments of humor she retained after the shellshock of the quarter quell & subsequent bombing of twelve had been hung out to dry the last few months, between her outright refusal to entertain coin and the strange, numbed limbo the mood stabilizers left her in. her head is clearer these last few weeks than it's been in a while, -- so long as she doesn't think about the boy with the bread. wake up, train, eat, train, fantasize about shooting an arrow into snow's black heart, sleep, & start it all over again. but she's working. she's up and moving around and it's done wonders for the fog that lingered in her conscious mind. katniss can see the difference in finnick, too; his easy - going nature has returned since he and annie's wedding, but there's something more to it -- something more like finnick, a boy from district four, than finnick odair, victor of the 65th hunger games. like the first time she's seeing glimpses of who he truly is under the masks of the capitol's golden boy. given their shared hysteria for weeks after the quarter quell, it's a nice thing to witness.

except, their growing familiarity isn't always so convenient. not when he can throw her so staggeringly off balance by mere sincerity. the elfin smile gradually slips from cracked lips as she leans back from his gaze, warm & far too discerning, though the back of the cafeteria chair keeps her from retreating too far. the jest that sat ready on the tip of her tongue feels like it'd fall flat now and she swallows it, averting her gaze to the lip of the table. finnick can be trusted. she knows that now. but thirteen . . . not so much. not with the plans she harbors.

“ i had every intent of killing you in the quarter quell. ” hardly a shock; he knew she had no notion of the rebellion's plan, that she was as safe as a wild animal and he was the hand that dared to feed. survival was the only thing on her mind. peeta's survival. when finnick was not only no longer essential but a potential threat to him, she hadn't dwelled enough to hesitate. but she'd never gotten the chance to follow through, fortunately. her arrow had gone to the forcefield instead. katniss scrapes the inside of her lower lip with canines before clasping her palm over finnick's hand, meeting his gaze with a subtle shrug of her shoulders. “ i'm glad i didn't. ”

i'm gonna tell you something deep & dark & personal now.

@mckngsong.

ANTICIPATION RIPPLED THROUGH FINNICK, MINGLED WITH A TINGE OF APPREHENSION. HE KNEW ALL TOO WELL THE WEIGHT OF SECRETS AND THE BURDEN OF VULNERABILITY. finnick has always gravitated toward secrecy, another thing he found value in. experiences of not only the arena, but in the capitol, had taught him the perilous dance between revelation and concealment. cerulean optics analyzed katniss’ posture, her demeanor, she sat poised and yet the stench of vulnerability reeked, a wild creature on the brink of expanding into the unknown. this stirred something within him, a primal instinct to understand tempered by the knowledge that unraveling her secrets could unearth his own.

measured breath sucked in, and his words laced with his sigh. “ go on, katniss, ” encouraged finnick, tone gentle yet resolute. “ i’m here to listen. whatever it may be. ” syllables carried the weight of sincerity, silent promise to tell her that she was safe with him. in that moment, amidst the tangled web of confidentiality and the shadows, he found himself tethered to her, bound by a journey of sacrifice and survival. HE KNEW MORE THAN ANYONE THE SCARS SHE BORE ON HER HEART — HE KNEW THE POWER OF CONFESSION, THE CATHARSIS OF UNBURDENING ONESELF TO ANOTHER. finnick extends a hand to her, an offering of support and above all, trust. “ take your time, ” sentence trickled from roseate brims, a soothing melody among the hushed stillness. “ i’m here for as long as you need. ”

#delphilos #˗ˏˋ ➴𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. ≀ ic. #˗ˏˋ ➴𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ≀ arc ˛ the mockingjay. #hi friend <3

[vict12r]

*shaking my brain until all the thg muse locks into place* come onnnn

#˗ˏˋ ➴𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲. ≀ ooc. #i've been staring at drafts since 11 am ;-; #(it's currently 4:40)

[vict12r]

of course he'd redirect this to her, in his selfless, matter - of - fact optimism. her gaze narrows on his extended hand, furrow settling deep between her brows; deal? how can he ask for her to feel the same about what mars her body when they are hardly alike? peeta's tell of survival, of selflessness even where the flames from the capital licked him. katniss' . . . they have burned a map of failure into her skin, of a life haphazardly patched together that shouldn't have been. skin that failed prim and newer skin that isn't her own, that shouldn't have gifted her the life it did. scars that . . . go down a rocky path dr. aurelius has warned her against several times, no matter how much she spites his words.

a sigh deflates the defense wound in her shoulders, glancing up to her friend's gaze -- it's always been so strikingly blue, like the horizon on a cloudless day. she has to remind herself that this, his innate kindness, his humor, is what snow had tried to purge from him. still, she doesn't take his hand. “ you know i'd only disappoint you, ” she speaks softly, the barest trace of some ironic amusement pulling at her lips.

❝ your scars are nothing to be ashamed of. ❞ coming from the girl who hates her own lmaoo

notice peeta's scars, accepting.

" says you. " he sends a pointed look her way, brow arched. " you know yours aren't anything to be ashamed of as well, right ? " peeta brings his leg up into a bent position, eyes moving down to the prosthetic he's become used to, though his eyes catch sight of the scars above his knee where they tried to save his leg. it makes him shiver for a moment, the memory coming back briefly. " how about we occasionally remind each other our scars are okay ? deal ? " he holds his hand out to his fellow victor, waiting for her to take it. " because if i can't be ashamed, neither can you. " he states, matter of factly.

#bakerscars #˗ˏˋ ➴𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠. ≀ ic. #˗ˏˋ ➴𝐢'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ﹠ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥. ≀ arc ˛ post war. #katniss: and i took that personally #(sorry it took me 5 years to get to this SDSJKDK) #also using this to try out a new icon so <3

[vict12r]

work tomorrow and then i’m going to start overhauling some stuff here (prettying up my tags, maybe use icons if i find a template i like) so i can be active again <3

#❛ gay gay lesbian gay. ➴ooc. #everyone say thank you miles for making my katniss brain go brrr again

[vict12r]

“you put your emptiness to melody / your awful heart to song / you don’t have to sing it nice, but honey sing it strong / at best, you find a little remedy, at worst the world will sing along” KATNISS? KATNISSS??

#mmm yeah thinking about it again

[vict12r]

quick headcanon bc i'm running here every time i get an inkling of muse: coffee is bad for katniss. what was available to them in 12 was watery and bitter and she'd never had a taste for it anyway. what was shoved into her hands during the victory tour to keep her upright was rich, warm brown, sweetened with so many things she couldn't place. it made her heart feel like it was trying to escape her chest & her hands, so familiar with stillness & purposeful movements, were so jittery. she couldn't stop bouncing her knee. effie stopped giving it to her pretty soon after district 10. in the same way, she's very sensitive to sugar.

#➴HEADCANONS. #she doesn't crave caffeine so it's not that bad #but she has to limit herself on the sweets

[vict12r]

hi babes. no thread is really calling my name atm but ): i miss y’all

#❛ gay gay lesbian gay. ➴ooc.

[vict12r]

rewatching wy.nnona e.arp has given me the rot to write it or an inspired groupverse ohhh the suffering

#❛ gay gay lesbian gay. ➴ooc. #if you’re familiar with it #now’s the time to tell me ☹️

[vict12r]

throwing up.

#❛ gay gay lesbian gay. ➴ooc. #katniss trying so hard to forge a new relationship with her mother after the first games #trying to let go of her anger and grief #*wanting* to forgive her #and then carine goes and abandons her again when she arguably needs her the most