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[little-lynx]

ON THE BAKERY’S PORCH | PART 2/4

Ok, this was breaking my heart while drawing. But all this series is made firstly because of this particular illustration. I just had to draw it. And I’m sorry.

Part Two: Peeta after his return to District 12.

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[little-lynx]

ON THE BAKERY’S PORCH | PART 1/4

Yes, yes, another series 😅 but it will be only 4 illustrations here. Hope to complete this series in a couple of weeks.

Part One: Mellark family portrait in front of the bakery. Mrs. Mellark, Mr. Mellark, the_eldest_son_I_cant_decide_on_his_name, Rye (ma boy! ❤️) and baby Peeta (tried to draw him younger, he is 15 here I suppose).

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How many of us have turkey leftover ideas? But what if you have leftover dinner rolls? Cheeseburgers Sliders!!!! #noonewantedtotouchtherolls #cheeseburgersliderstookcareofthat #thanksgivingleftovers

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Розовые искорки | By Denis Romanov

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BABY YODA aka THE CHILD aka GROGU

in The Mandalorian 2x05 | Chapter 13: The Jedi

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MY FAVORITE ZUKO SHOTS: ¼

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If the characters from Harry Potter where the ghosts from A Christmas Carol. Who would you pick.

Here are my picks.

Luna Lovegood as The Ghost from Christmas Past

Rubeus Hagrid as The Ghost of Christmas Present

Quirrelmort as The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.

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Katniss by Magicharu

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Lol!

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So the Coco’s by my house is not taking pie orders. So what’s a girl to do. Go on YouTube and find a recipe!!! First time making a pie. #pumpkinmoussepie #doublelayerpumpkinpie #fingercrossednofoodpoisoning 🤣🥧 https://www.instagram.com/p/CIDAs7QAULH/?igshid=s6tain29xi28

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Continuum - Chapter 13

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Beautiful moodboard created by @ashsblurbs thank you so much! 💖

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Lifting his head, Steve glanced around the jet. The twins were sitting with Natasha and Clint on two of the middle benches, their heads tucked together as they softly talked, while Sam and James were manning the cockpit, each taking two hour shifts on the controls to help ensure they would both be as fresh as possible once they landed in Wakanda.

And Bruce, in typical Bruce fashion, was sitting curled up on the floor, wrapped in a blanket as he listened to the opera he favoured to help calm him after hulking out.

Or, in this case, after watching one of his best friends get killed by Thanos, along with his brother. Steve had once thought it impossible that he could ever feel any sympathy for Loki after what he’d done during the Battle of New York, but from what Bruce had described, both his and Thor’s ends had been brutal.

Likely the same fate that awaited anyone who dared to challenge Thanos and lose.

Which is why we can’t lose, Steve thought firmly, wishing with everything in him that he believed it.

We cannot lose. There’s just too much at stake.

In his hand, Steve held his tiny sketchbook, turned to the drawing of Tony and Peter cuddled up on the couch in the Malibu house. He bit down on his bottom lip as he carefully traced the outline of Peter’s round cheek, tears welling in his eyes as he recalled the moment that the sketch had captured. So soon after their return from Afghanistan and trying to deny his growing feelings, Steve had been almost overwhelmed with affection for the two of them in that moment, with Peter’s head resting on Tony’s chest and Tony’s arms tightly around him, as though he had feared that even in sleep, his precious boy would somehow be snatched away from him.

It was something that Steve now understood all too well. His fear that he would somehow lose the husband or son that he loved beyond reason had never been more profound than it had been down in that Miami hospital, when he kept vigil over them both for weeks as they fought for their lives.

But even then, during that awful time of uncertainty, Steve had still been able to see them, to talk to them and touch them and hold their hands, even when they couldn't respond. Steve had always been a very tactile person; one of the many reasons why he was always so affectionate with his beloved boys. He craved the way Tony’s strong body moulded into his, the feel of the bare skin of Tony’s back against his chest and the scratch of his facial hair as he held him at night, and the touch of his lips against his. And with Peter, Steve never passed up an opportunity to give him one of his papa-bear hugs, to ruffle his downy-soft hair or clap a hand on his shoulder.

Now, though, they were gone, somewhere out in the vastness of space. And all he had left was their picture.

If only his arms had been strong enough to hold onto them.

They’re okay, he thought, almost defiantly. They’re gonna be okay. Peter’s with Tony. They’ll look out for each other.

They’ll be okay.

Steve simply had to assume that they were okay. Otherwise, there would be no way he’d be able to lead the team through what they’d likely be facing once they arrived in Wakanda.

The full chapter will post on Wednesday, November 25th 😊

[geeky-writes]

This will post tomorrow! 🤓 📝

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A Zuko portrait that I did a little while a go (this is my profile pic if anyone was wondering)

Honestly I’m quite obsessed with ATLA lately so i’m trying to do more fan art

I post more art on my instagram “sncinderart” follow me there for more regular posts, I am still pretty active on tumblr aswell I just dont post my art here as often.

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[Image ID: A semi-realistic digital drawing of Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender. He is shown from the shoulders up facing the viewer with his head tilted slightly to the left. He has a neutral expression, and his Season 3 short hair is falling over his eyes. His scar is slightly larger than in the show, and extends below his collar on his left side. He is wearing a red tunic trimmed with gold over a red and black shirt below. The background is a mix of shades of blue and black, possibly representing a dark clouded sky. There is fire radiating out from behind his head, lighting up his face and upper neck, with the rest of him in shadow. The words “Do Not Repost” are written in black over his neck. The artist’s signature “sncinder’ is written over his left shoulder in white. /.End ID]

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@izzac​ he isn’t, but wHAT A CONCEPT

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Harry is rebelling and wearing Slytherin green!

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Basically the whole plot of catching fire :

Victors : You can't put us back in the arena because victors are supposed to be done with the whole "fighting to the death" business, one of us is pregnant, and snow gave us his word that we wouldn't have to do it.

Capitol : tErMs and CoNdiTiOnS bItcHeS

But seriously,

The whole concept of going back into the arena and fighting once again was something that Katniss had never thought would happen. Although she knew that her life would never be the same and that she would have to continue to fake her relationship with Peeta and assist in the games, she never expected this. I think this just goes to show, no matter how much you prepare and plan, there is always something which can go wrong, something which can go off track, and that we can never be fully prepared for what it is to come. Katniss knows that her life will be very unpleasant, and even though her family was not starving anymore, she had lost her right to a self chosen future. It just shows that no matter how bad you think it's gonna get, it can always, always be worse. Katniss saw the idea of victors being safe from going back to the arena for granted. That was her constant, something she thought would never change and yet all it took was an announcement by Snow. It represents that we should never take our own safety for granted, and that even the most fundamental things can be subject to change. Even the basics science, a subject considered largely fact based and rigid, can change overnight with some sort of new discovery. It's been happening all the time. Just like Magellan discovered that the Earth was a (oblate) spheroid and copernicus proved that the sun was at the centre of the universe. I know this entire write up seems way too pessimistic and paranoid, but that's what I draw from it.

- Nishita Agarwal

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“Kelp” Chapter Three Is Finally Up!

Read on A03 

Cover art by the lovely @mega-aulover​

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Catching Fire EverLark AU

So I was rereading Catching Fire and I got to the EverLark scene of the night before the Interview and something popped up in my head so I had to write it down. I don’t know what to rate this, it’s not smut, but it’s kinda like on the way to smut(??????). So anyway, it’s been a long time since I last wrote a story so I hope this is bearable.

Word count: 2125

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Katniss

We stay on the roof until bedtime and then quietly slip down to my room without encountering anyone. After washing up for a bit, Peeta and I climb into my bed for what may be the last proper sleep I will have.

“At least when the time comes, I know I will go down fighting with you. For you,” Peeta says softly after we sit huddled together for some time.

I smile, not even daring to look him in the eyes. I’m afraid my voice will betray me and Peeta’s too smart and he will realize what Haymitch and I have planned if he looks me in the eyes right now. So instead I scoot closer to him. He will be the one to live, Haymitch and I will make sure of it. But he can’t know that. Not yet.

“Do you have another bomb you will drop in the Interview?” I ask.

He scoffs, but for a fleeting moment there is a flicker of pain across his face. But it is gone before I can make sure of it and his smile is back, “You’ll see.”

“I’ll try to make sure I don’t shove you again this time then.” I reach for his hand and capture his fingers between mine.

He pulls our hands to his chest and gives my knuckle a shadow of a kiss, his thumb caressing the crook between my thumb and my forefinger. “Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

He slides down next to me and kisses me softly, briefly. Just the very kind that doesn’t ask anything back from me, exactly the way how he always does things for me. The lemony scent of the Training Center shampoo wafts from his hair and fills up my lungs, making me feel slightly lightheaded. The kiss wakes up a spot of warmth in my chest that slowly blooms and spreads across my body. Before I can stop myself, I lean in and kiss him.

This seems to take him by surprise, he raises his eyebrows in a slight confusion. But when the kiss lasts longer than he expects, I feel him relax and kisses me back. So surely and so full of warmth and gentleness I can feel the insides of my chest turning into a puddle.

He shifts his weight without pulling away and when the kiss breaks I realize he is on top of me, propping his body on his elbows. The same realization comes to him and his face flushes as he makes a move to extricate himself from that position. I quickly gather the collar of his t-shirt in my fists and pulls him down again for another kiss.

The warmth in my chest reappears more intensely this time as I wrap my arms around Peeta’s neck and pulls him closer, not wanting him to be even an inch further from me than where he is right now. A thought tugs at the back of my mind and I feel stabs of guilt as I suddenly think of Gale. But it quickly goes away as Peeta pulls away and rests his head at the crook of my neck, breathing warm puffs of air against my skin while his arms hold me so tightly against his body.

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