I really wanna see fanfics about Friefern, and no, I cannot get enough of them.
Please recommend some fics about them
They have that relationship that's pure and the way they both care for each other?? Don't even get me on how much I love Frieren x Fern.
Again, respectfully I don't see Stark and Fern's relationship chemistry help. Sure, they look cute for some people but I really don't see it. No offense, I think I just agree that Frieren and Fern have that relationship where it's complex and wholesome.
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Respectfully, I don't think Stark and Fern should be together. Please don't hate me for this, I just prefer Frieren x Fern instead of them.
Wdym y'all don't see any chemistry or tension? Fern gets jealous at Methode because she hugged Frieren, and it said there that she's always in a bad mood when Methode is near them. Don't even get me on how protective Fern becomes ✌🏻
its almost gay month!!! can u draw caine with a lesbian pride flag or another pride flag of ur choice (and also would i be allowed to make it my pfp ^_^) (and if u choose a non-lesbian pride flag would i be allowed to edit the picture to have the lesbian pride flag instead and then make that my pfp...) (all with credit ofc!!) (:D)
Happy Pride Month!
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I've included some other flags below! (I may do more flags later, if there's any specific requests do ask, but these are all I have energy for rn lol) I do also know there are a few variations of the lesbian flag so I hope it turned out well, and I can change it if not
I would be absolutely honored if you (or anyone else) wanted to use my art as a profile picture so please go ahead if you'd like to!
this was a lot of fun and I have a couple other pride themed drawing ideas so I may do more
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Katniss had never heard the phrase “happy wife, happy life” until you entered her world, carrying your worn-out romance novels like they were sacred. You read them with dog-eared pages and ink-smudged notes in the margins, the kind of books Katniss would’ve dismissed as silly in any other life. But somehow, when you quoted them—half-joking, half-sincere—they felt like lifelines. Words like that one, light and whimsical, tucked themselves into the back of her mind before she even realized they meant something.
It was during her time in District 13, when everything felt cold and gray, and she was still trying to process the ruins of what once was District 12. Home had been reduced to ash and memory. Peeta had been taken by the Capitol, leaving her adrift with no anchor. Haymitch tried to help, in his own battered, blunt way, but he couldn't reach her—not when his own wounds were still bleeding. Prim was sweet and gentle, but Katniss had never leaned on her. She was the protector, not the protected. And her mother… well, her mother had never been someone she could fall apart with.
Then you appeared. A flash of soft sunlight against cement walls. Katniss first noticed you in the cafeteria, skipping past tables with a hum in your throat and a tray balanced on your fingertips like it was the easiest thing in the world. You looked oddly familiar—bright smile, tanned skin, long dark-blond hair that curled at the ends. It wasn’t until Prim leaned over and whispered, “That’s Finnick’s little sister,” that everything clicked into place. You shared his warmth, his effortless charm, but your presence felt lighter, like someone who still believed in good things despite everything.
Katniss found herself looking for you without meaning to. A subtle glance when you passed in the hallway. A moment longer than necessary watching you laugh at someone’s joke. And when she visited Finnick one afternoon, there you were—curled up near his bunk, book in hand, and eyes lighting up as you met hers. You smiled, wide and toothy, and slid into conversation like you’d always known each other. For someone who had never been good at talking to strangers, Katniss surprised herself by how easy it was with you.
From that day on, you were simply… there. Bringing her soup when she skipped meals. Guiding her trembling hands through a nightmare. Sitting beside her during long silences without demanding anything in return. You didn’t try to fix her, didn’t push. You just stayed, soft and steady. And for the first time since Peeta, Katniss felt seen. Not as the Mockingjay, not as a soldier, not as a symbol—but as a girl who was trying to survive something she couldn’t name.
And then, everything cracked again.
The Capitol fell. So many were lost. Finnick. Prim. The world reshuffled its weight and left you both staggering. Katniss was sent home, quiet and hollow. She waited as long as she could before boarding the train, stalling in hopes of catching one last glimpse of you. She sat by the window the whole way back to District 12, eyes searching for your face in every crowd. But you never came.
Weeks passed. She tried to plant things. Flowers, mostly. It helped, a little. The earth was quiet and didn’t ask her questions. Then one day, without warning, she looked up from the soil and there you were—kneeling in her garden next to Peeta, hair shorter now, dulled in color, face thinner, but still unmistakably you. You were helping plant a primrose bush. Your fingers moved through the dirt like they belonged there, and when you looked up at her, your smile flickered like it was remembering how to exist.
Later, when you sat beside her on the porch with lemonade and tired eyes, you laughed softly and muttered something about “happy wife, happy life.” Katniss raised a brow. You told her it was from one of your silly books, the kind with messy kisses and quiet mornings and people who made each other better. Katniss didn’t say anything in return—just leaned into you and let her hand find yours in the space between them.
The words echoed in her later that night, when your head rested against her shoulder and your breathing evened out. It wasn’t something she’d ever imagined for herself—this softness, this slowness. But you had brought it, piece by piece. And for once, she didn’t feel like she had to earn it.
Katniss didn’t expect to ever get married. Even after you came back into her life, even after the long, slow rebuilding of trust and warmth and mornings spent shoulder to shoulder in the garden—it still felt like a foreign concept. Marriage had always sounded like something for other people, for people who weren’t broken in places that couldn’t be seen. But when she looked at you, arms dusted in flour, hair tucked behind your ear as you laughed at something Peeta said, it didn’t feel like a question anymore. Just a quiet inevitability. A promise she was already keeping.
The wedding was small. No white dress or grand speeches. Just a patch of wildflowers in a clearing, a couple of rings made from twisted wire, and a few close friends who had become family. You squeezed her hand as you recited your vows, voice shaking just enough to make her throat tighten. Katniss, who had faced death more times than she could count, was afraid of very few things. But standing there with you, trembling and smiling, she realized love was the bravest thing she’d ever let herself do.
Married life with you wasn’t a sweeping romance. It was domestic and quiet and filled with rhythms that settled into her bones like second nature. You filled the house with warmth—real warmth, the kind that came from small things. You made tea for her when she got headaches. You left notes on the kitchen counter, simple and sweet: “Don’t forget your coat, love.” “Saved the last muffin for you.” “Come back to bed, it’s cold without you.”
Katniss began to understand that saying you’d always quoted—“happy wife, happy life”—not as something silly or soft, but as something profoundly true. Because when you were happy, when your laughter filled their little home or your shoulders relaxed into her touch, Katniss felt grounded. She felt like maybe the world didn’t have to be so cruel, not when you still chose her every single day.
She took care of you in her own way—quietly, instinctively. She made sure the firewood was stacked high before the winter months hit. She brought home your favorite kind of jam when she came back from the market. She didn’t always have the words to tell you how much you meant to her, but you saw it in the way she reached for your hand under the table, in the way she kissed your temple after nightmares, in how she always let you sleep in on the mornings you looked worn out.
And it was in the simple, daily acts that Katniss found peace. You’d hum softly while brushing your hair by the window. She’d curl against your back after a long day. You still read those worn-out romance novels, and Katniss pretended not to care—but she’d often listen closely from the kitchen, her lips twitching when you read the especially cheesy lines out loud on purpose, just to get a reaction.
Some days were harder than others. There were still scars—physical and otherwise. Some nights, she still woke up sweating, heart pounding, eyes wide in the dark. But you were always there. You never asked her to be anyone else. You never pushed. You just wrapped your arms around her, whispered that she was safe, and held on.
Years passed quietly. The pain didn’t vanish, but it softened at the edges. And Katniss, once all sharp corners and bristled silence, became someone who smiled without needing a reason. Someone who looked at you, messy hair and all, and thought, “This is what I was fighting for. This is what I didn’t know I needed.”
You were her safe place. And she had become yours.
“Happy wife, happy life,” you would still tease whenever she brought you coffee in bed or let you hog the quilt. Katniss would roll her eyes, but her smile always gave her away.
She had lived through hell. But with you, she finally learned how to live.
And every time she looked at you across the room, or caught your reflection in the window while you sang to yourself and folded laundry, she knew one thing for certain: it wasn’t just a saying.
It was the life she chose, the love she grew, the peace she never thought she'd deserve—and finally did.
Hiii, first off, I’m obsessed with your blog!!! I saw you wanted to write about The Hunger Games, sooo, could you do like… how the characters are with aftercare? Mostly Finnick, Peeta, Haymitch, Katniss and Johanna pls. Thank youuu so much!! 🫶
⠀⠀ AFTERCARE WITH THG CHARACTERS𓂃 ໑
suggestive tw. 𝒇𝒕 𝜗ৎ — peeta mellark, finnick odair, haymitch abernathy, katniss everdeen and johanna mason 𝒙 gn!reader. English isn’t my first language, I use grammar checkers to translate. Some stuff might sound weird, sorry!
PEETA MELLARK ✸
This man embodies human warmth in its purest form. It’s beautiful how, after making love, he lets you rest your head on his chest so you can feel his heat, while he gently strokes your hair and presses soft kisses to your forehead. His hand rests on the small of your back as he whispers sweet, meaningful words in your ear in a low voice: “I could live like this with you forever.” Or: “I wish the last moments of my life could be exactly like this, right here by your side.”
FINNICK ODAIR ✸
Making love with Finnick would be a unique and unforgettable experience. There wouldn’t be a single touch without your consent, even the embrace afterwards. The two of you curl up together, and he, already half-asleep, wraps his arms around you, pressing his body closer as he rests his head in the crook of your neck like a kitten seeking warmth. Then he whispers, “You’re simply the best thing that’s ever happened to me, honey.”
HAYMITCH ABERNATHY ✸
At first, it would take him a while to open up. Both of you would just lie there in silence, staring at the ceiling, until he finally dropped some sarcastic remark to break the tension. But when he does eventually open up, he turns out to be surprisingly tender. Well… tender in a very Haymitch kind of way. He’d brush his fingers lightly along the small of your back and offer you a glass of water (or booze), claiming it’s just so you don’t pass out on him. And then, once you finally confront him about what he feels for you, you’d feel this strange calm wash over you when he says: “Don’t be stupid. Of course I care about you. That’s why I’m here.” And right after, like it’s no big deal, he’d change the subject.
KATNISS EVERDEEN ✸
It’s no surprise to anyone: she loves the warmth of your arms. After sex, there’s nothing she enjoys more than lying on your chest, listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat until she falls asleep, because with you is the only time the nightmares can’t reach her. Her naked body curls into yours as sleep slowly overtakes her. You stroke her dark hair, and between soft sighs she murmurs: “I don’t know what to do with this. With you. But don’t go yet.” Because all she wants is for you to stay. Even if it’s just for tonight.
JOHANNA MASON ✸
It’s no surprise to anyone: She definitely uses sarcasm as a shield to hide what she really feels for you. She’ll probably say something like: “Not bad. But don’t get used to it, okay?” And then, after a long silence, for the first time she’ll let you run your fingers through her hair or brush her skin with your fingertips. She knows it feels good, maybe too good. But you have to understand that she still finds it hard to fully open up, even to you. In the end, she’ll let you rest your head on her stomach and murmur: “You’re way too calm. It’s weird. But I like it.”
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Sending all my love to abuse survivors, especially rape and sexual assault survivors, as this new wave of just genuine vile disastrous waste that is the new Epstein files hits the public. Sending all my love to those who are watching it turn into a joke. Sending love to all of those who are triggered by anything mentioned in the files that is being widely discussed. Sending love to those who will be triggered by watching waves of evidence be exposed and yet see none of the perpetrators being punished.
Hey, y’all are going to be hearing a lot of scary information about Hantavirus due to the situation with the cruise ship with infected passengers. Here are couple facts that may help you know more about the situation.
First, what is a Hantavirus?
Hantaviruses are a group of viruses that is spread by rodents that cause severe respiratory disease or kidney disease. They can spread to people through urine, saliva, or droppings from an infected rat. Spread from person to person is not super common and usually involves prolonged close contact.
What is the situation?
A cruise ship left the port in Ushuaia, Argentina on April 1, 2026. The vessel carried a total of 147 individuals, including 88 passengers and 59 crew members. On April 6, a passenger reported fever, headache, and mild diarrhea. By April 11, the passenger developed severe respiratory problems and died the same day on board. On April 24, the body was transported to Saint Helena (a British overseas territory).
On April 24, another passenger, who was in close contact with the first case, went ashore at Saint Helena on with gastrointestinal symptoms. She subsequently deteriorated during a flight to Johannesburg, South Africa, on April 25. This passenger later died upon arrival at the emergency department on April 26. On May 4, the case was subsequently confirmed by PCR with hantavirus infection.
Another passenger presented to the ship's doctor on 24 April 2026 with febrile illness, shortness of breath and signs of pneumonia. On 26 April, their condition worsened. He was medically evacuated from Ascension to South Africa on 27 April, where they are currently hospitalised in an Intensive Care Unit (ICU). Laboratory testing on an extensive respiratory pathogen panel was negative; however, polymerase chain reaction (PCR) testing confirmed hantavirus infection on 2 May 2026.
So far there have been three deaths and seven cases (two confirmed, five suspected) have been reported.
Is this going to be the next pandemic?
Most likely, no. Even with this specific variant spreading from person to person, this disease is not well suited to cause a pandemic level outbreak due to the low level of transmission. This is a terrible outbreak, and people in affected areas should listen to their local health authorities for specific instructions to stay safe, but there is a very low chance of this going global.
If you have any specific questions, I will try to answer new asks in my inbox regarding the situation but please check with WHO for more information.
Edit: People have validly pointed out that I didn’t cite my sources so I am linking them below
An overview of hantavirus, how it's spread and how it can be treated.
WHO fact sheet on hantaviruses provides key facts and information on transmission, symptoms, diagnosis, treatment, prevention and control, a
On 2 May 2026, a cluster of passengers with severe respiratory illness aboard a cruise ship was reported to the World Health Organization. T
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honestly we should just cancel all cruises forever. because what do you mean we're running the covid playbook again. y'all. no more cruises. cruises bye bye
honestly we should just cancel all cruises forever. because what do you mean we're running the covid playbook again. y'all. no more cruises. cruises bye bye
