So we know that Mr and Mrs Everdeen had known each other since “apothecary times” and I think that they were talking a lot about herbs (at first) and literally everything (and became closer and closer and… you know). So I think that “courting” was very much based on this talking until one day she heard him singing and BAM.
Oh, and I have this angsty head canon that it was Mr Mellark who introduced them to each other. The situation: it is May and she complains to Mr Mellark that it’s season for one particular herb to bloom and how helpful it would be to collect it and make a decoction. And how the woods are full of those blossoms now and how easy it could be if it was not a fence around the woods. And Mr Mellark (who was trading with Mr Everdeen for some time already) gets this brilliant idea to introduce them to each other so she can describe the blossom and he can gather it for her. And it all goes oh so well and she is happy and grateful and he’s very pleased with himself and… yeah. Yeah. Ugh.
Thank you my dear for this request, this generation is such a pleasure for me to explore ❤️
Aaaaaand I have one more sketch to share today (it’s been drawn some days ago but I couldn’t find any energy to upload it). So, @peacekatniss requested “Katniss & Peeta taking a nap” by my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun and well, that’s what I can draw with my eyes closed lol. Ah, and to add some canon feels to it, let’s connect this sketch with Katniss’s beautiful words:
I press my ear against his chest, the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart / cf, ch.19
Location description: I follow him to a flight of stairs that lead to the roof. There’s a small dome-shaped room with a door to the outside. As we step into the cool, windy evening air, I catch my breath at the view. The Capitol twinkles like a vast field of fireflies. <…> On the other side of the dome, they’ve built a garden with flower beds and potted trees. From the branches hang hundreds of wind chimes, which account for the tinkling I heard. Here in the garden, on this windy night, it’s enough to drown out two people who are trying not to be heard. / THG, ch.6
The moment: The roof. We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong picnic in the flower garden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof—one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it. No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask. “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says. Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it,” I say. His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It’s a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol. “I didn’t think you’d want to miss it,” he says. “Thanks,” I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them. / CF, ch.17
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I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in this moment forever Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure*
I just want to hold you close Feel your heart so close to mine And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time*
*Aerosmith - I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing is official anthem of the rooftop scene, come on. It’s just PERFECT. I consider this song as a soundtrack for this moment. Right?!
P.S. Once again, what do you know about dream job? This illustration is a commission!! I mean, a person (wonderful, amazing person!) payed me for drawing this! For drawing one of the most beautiful moments from my favorite book! Dear @thehellcaster thank you again. I wanted to draw this moment for ages but considering level of detail I just couldn’t afford to spend so much time on one illustration (it would take me like a month to complete I think, since I don’t really have time for personal projects now). So it is a real luck to have an opportunity to draw this moment properly as a part of my work. Thank you! And hope you like the results ☺️.
Sweetest@rosegardeninwinter requested “any canon Everlark moment I haven’t drawn yet but want to” by my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun and no, that’s not what I planned to draw. Obviously, I love this moment (who doesn’t?) but I started with another one. But it just… didn’t work. I try again and again, changed poses and angles, deleted everything and started again but then I just gave up. I’ve spent a couple of hours on what supposed to be quick sketch and was close to stop drawing at all lol. I felt like my hands forget how to draw and everything was just terrible and I felt miserable and stupid. And then I just understood that I couldn’t do anything. I don’t know how to handle everything. It’s just too much.
So I gave myself a little time to cry and then started this one. This moment I think is one of my favorite. It truly must be impossibly good to find a such needed comfort in loving arms when it’s too much to hold on anymore. Also Peeta’s lips on Katniss’s neck is my weakness, yeah.
When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It’s the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection. He’s been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go. / CF, ch.14
I decided to change this series a bit so now it will include 4 characters. It represents past and future, but in a kind of depressing way. Lol. Sorry, that’s just how I feel at the moment. Hope you like the series anyway ;)
Happy birthday to our girl! I felt the need to draw her today. And I decided to redraw one of my favorite THG movie stills. But make it a bit more book-ish ;)
I already told it to my lovely patrons (who always have early access to my new stuff and high quality illustrations ) that the process was really enjoyable but I’m not very happy with the result (I don’t know what exactly I don’t like ♀️). But it’s her birthday so here she is!
P.S. When do you think Peeta’s birthday is? Suzanne loves significant dates (May 8th for Katniss - Victory in Europe Day (WWll); July 4th for the Reaping). So I think Peeta’s birthday should be something meaningful too. I thought about March 1st (in Russia we consider this day as a start of a spring) but then I remembered that March 20th is kinda more common date? Anyway, this is my head canon for our boy’s birthday. What’s yours? ;)
Location description: I follow him to a flight of stairs that lead to the roof. There’s a small dome-shaped room with a door to the outside. As we step into the cool, windy evening air, I catch my breath at the view. The Capitol twinkles like a vast field of fireflies. <…> On the other side of the dome, they’ve built a garden with flower beds and potted trees. From the branches hang hundreds of wind chimes, which account for the tinkling I heard. Here in the garden, on this windy night, it’s enough to drown out two people who are trying not to be heard. / THG, ch.6
The moment: The roof. We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong picnic in the flower garden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof—one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it. No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask. “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says. Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?” “I’ll allow it,” I say. His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It’s a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol. “I didn’t think you’d want to miss it,” he says. “Thanks,” I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them. / CF, ch.17
* * * * * *
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in this moment forever Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure*
I just want to hold you close Feel your heart so close to mine And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time*
*Aerosmith - I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing is official anthem of the rooftop scene, come on. It’s just PERFECT. I consider this song as a soundtrack for this moment. Right?!
P.S. Once again, what do you know about dream job? This illustration is a commission!! I mean, a person (wonderful, amazing person!) payed me for drawing this! For drawing one of the most beautiful moments from my favorite book! Dear @thehellcaster thank you again. I wanted to draw this moment for ages but considering level of detail I just couldn’t afford to spend so much time on one illustration (it would take me like a month to complete I think, since I don’t really have time for personal projects now). So it is a real luck to have an opportunity to draw this moment properly as a part of my work. Thank you! And hope you like the results ☺️.
The amazing @little-lynx was kind enough to draw my beloved Professor!Peeta from my fic Academia and I love how it turned out! Thank you, Lynx!
I have the best work ever: to draw different versions of the best boy in the world. You can officially envy me. Sometimes I envy myself too. Dream job.
I just remembered that I’ve never posted this illustration. I did it as a homework for my drawing class back in March. As usual, the task was to draw fast, not to overthink, use bright colors and don’t go into much details. My Annie has a backstory close to FernWithy’s version (ah, that End of the World series!). Love her.
Aaaaaand I have one more sketch to share today (it’s been drawn some days ago but I couldn’t find any energy to upload it). So, @peacekatniss requested “Katniss & Peeta taking a nap” by my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun and well, that’s what I can draw with my eyes closed lol. Ah, and to add some canon feels to it, let’s connect this sketch with Katniss’s beautiful words:
I press my ear against his chest, the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart / cf, ch.19
So we know that Mr and Mrs Everdeen had known each other since “apothecary times” and I think that they were talking a lot about herbs (at first) and literally everything (and became closer and closer and… you know). So I think that “courting” was very much based on this talking until one day she heard him singing and BAM.
Oh, and I have this angsty head canon that it was Mr Mellark who introduced them to each other. The situation: it is May and she complains to Mr Mellark that it’s season for one particular herb to bloom and how helpful it would be to collect it and make a decoction. And how the woods are full of those blossoms now and how easy it could be if it was not a fence around the woods. And Mr Mellark (who was trading with Mr Everdeen for some time already) gets this brilliant idea to introduce them to each other so she can describe the blossom and he can gather it for her. And it all goes oh so well and she is happy and grateful and he’s very pleased with himself and… yeah. Yeah. Ugh.
Thank you my dear for this request, this generation is such a pleasure for me to explore ❤️
