#pea draws

[peaonfire]

“When the war is over, if we’ve won, Peeta will be pardoned.” Dead silence. I feel Gale’s body tense. I guess I should have told him before, but I wasn’t sure how he’d respond. Not when it involved Peeta.

inspired by this

[sweetpuppea]

at the behest of @chithiry I present:

the wayfinder critters

(+ solo transparents)

[peaonfire]

getting back into drawing <3

[peaonfire]

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.

This is one of my favourite scenes from the book! Hope you love this as much as I do!

[peaonfire]

During ceremonies, we are solemn and respectful but always linked together, by our hands, our arms. At dinners, we are borderline delirious in our love for each other. We kiss, we dance, we get caught trying to sneak away to be alone.

Happy (very late🫢) Birthday dear @dandelionsunset1210!!! It's such an honour to call you my friend and to get to experience your wit and your humour! You truly are such a delight to talk to <3

(Obviously they're holding hands under the table)

[peaonfire]

Everlark photo booth strip as a birthday gift to my friend @harrvxinmyvejns! Hope you ave the best day! <3

[peaonfire]

What I imagine Peeta's sketchbook looks like <3

[peaonfire]

 I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I've seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers' guns away from me in District 11. I don't know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don't notice much because they're so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they're a light golden color and so long I don't see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.

I'm very, very late, but I finially finished this piece I made in honour of @princesspufflesposts' birthday! Every conversation I have with you is incredibly interesting and insightful and I'm so happy to be able to call you my friend <3 Happy (late) Birthday!

Special thanks to @anotherunderpaidartist for helping me figure out their faces, reassuring me when I questioned my abilities, and for reminding me to flip the canvas!