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littlemarianah · 2 months

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WIP!

Where Katniss watches Peeta draw while their children play in the lake.

Here is just a little piece of my fanfiction in progress. "The Flower and the Willow"

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"He sat on the floor next to me and took that thick paper from his sketchbook, found some charcoal pencils that he kept in his pencil case, and started doodling. It just seemed like random lines until started to formed a horizon line, then the trees and mountains in the background. He made the reflection of the water, smudging it with his little finger and erasing it with the eraser to give the details. He took a thinner pencil to make the thin grasses on the ground. Soon, that blank sheet of paper became like a photograph of the lake we're looking at.

“I don’t know how you are able to do that.” I said.

"What?" He raised his head, looking at me, coming out of a trance. He noticed that I was talking about the drawing and gave a sideways smile. "That's nothing." He tried to sound modest. “I was lucky they left me without a leg and not an arm.” I laughed and he seemed to enjoy hearing me laugh.

“Can you draw them?” I pointed to our children running along the edge of the lake.

He nodded. He turned the sheet over to the other side, to make use of every inch of paper he could. These drawing materials are a fortune and we couldn't afford too much. Peeta always had to use every last blank space and every last piece of pencil he had left before replenishing his supply.

He watched the children for a few moments. I think they were looking for worms in the mud. They were crouched at the edge of the lake, and unlike the landscape, they are constantly moving. I don't know how Peeta does it. He began to scribble with speed, lines, and curves. I began to recognize the parts I knew so well. Willow's slender ankles and two braids hanging down her neck. Rye's chubby cheeks with his blonde curls falling across his forehead. He immortalized them as I wished I could: small, innocent, and happy.

“Oh my god, Peet.” I whispered. I touched the paper gently, afraid of ruining it. “This looks so beautiful.”

“It’s just a draft. When we get home I'll paint it, and it will look more realistic.” Peeta told me, looking at me, while I admired his drawing with an open mouth. "Now you." He said, placing the pencil on the empty part of the sheet.

He ran his thick fingers through my hair, tucking my bangs behind my ear. I didn't really like this angle, this is the ear that the fire left deformed. This was the side of my neck and shoulder that had the most visible scars. I tried not to complain and just stood still. He moved away from me a little, and placed the paper on his thighs in such a way that I couldn't see what he was doing, only hear the sound of the charcoal scraping the sheet.

“You don’t need to stay so still.” he whispered after a while.

“I don’t want to ruin your drawing.” I said.

His eyes hunted me, captured my details and returned to the paper. I felt naked. Like he could see everything about me, every little thing I try to hide. His blue eyes sparkled every time they met mine, so loving. I laugh a little when he looks at me for a long time. I would think he was flirting with me if he didn't know we were married. My drawing took longer than the other two.

"Right! Here it is." He turned the clipboard towards me. I blushed a little. Peeta always drew me prettier than I really was. My brightest and most sensual eyes, my sweetest smile, my softest countenance. Even the scars were there, he didn't remove them. My thick, wrinkled skin from the burns felt smoother and my deformed ear wasn't so bad. I looked at him perplexed, he smiled and bit his lips in excitement. “I tried harder on this one. Tell me what you think”

“I look prettier than I really am.” I murmured.

"You always say that." He put down the pencils and put his arm around my neck.

“I liked it. It’s a very beautiful drawing.” I said to not disappoint him.

“I just copy what I see.” he smiled.

We just sat in silence watching the children run in the water."

#the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #fanfic #headcanon #epilogue #willow mellark #rye mellark #The flower and the willow

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lionfloss · 1 year

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#nature #photography #art #moon #digital art #lake #plants #green #twilight #forest #woods #garden #flowers #pink #weeping willow

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melonpaya · 1 year

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I kept seeing posts that Hunter would be bad at cooking but I like to think he makes cute little lunches

#huntlow #the owl house #toh #hunter toh #willow park #my art #Also cause since like he carves palismen now #i think he’d have fun carving little flowers and other designs on food #I feel like he wouldn’t be bad be he wouldn’t be good at it either #hed just like the decorating part

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turquoisespace35 · 11 months

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Huntlow coded song

#toh #the owl house #willow park #hunter toh #hunter noceda #hunter deamonne #huntlow #Taylor wrote huntlow before huntlow was a thing. Her mind!#I've been drawing flowers for 2 days

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mimimar · 1 month

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page 7 of my ivy comic ✿

<previous page completed full comic> first page (prints)

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fashionsfromhistory · 20 days

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I LOVE what Jaden has going on! Proof that menswear can be fun! I'm not crazy about the bottom half, but I love the delicate flowers vs the bold black lines.

Willow is on her way to the funeral of her rich husband that died a mysterious death. Respect.

#jaden smith #willow smith #met gala #met gala 2024 #i want an up close shot of those flowers

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mspaint-flower · 14 days

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vflower meets willow

ambiguous gender flower pals

#vflower #v4 flower #v4flower #vocaloid #vocaloid flower #tenka willow #my sona #my art #ms paint #i have never posted my redesigned sona in here but here they are now #i really like their dynamic because it's like. synth named flower and guy who likes gardening

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bananahkim · 1 year

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Braiding hair

#toh #the owl house #huntlow #my art #art #artists on tumblr #toh hunter #hunter toh #toh willow #willow park #huntlow fanart #toh fanart #toh clover #nahnahbananakim #spring #flowers

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willowser · 10 months

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i will never stop writing bakugou as a shy, blushy loserboy, but. the idea of you being more inexperienced than him ??

you're carefully bandaging him up at the agency clinic, after he'd taken a nasty hit that left his shoulder scuffed up, and he's been in here with you more times than he can count, much too late at night, and maybe that's how you get into this conversation in the first place; weird stuff always gets said at this hour.

"no, i'm telling you," despite the vulnerability of what you're saying — despite the awful look that must be on his face — you're laughing. "never dated anyone, never been taken on a date, nothing."

and — he really must look truly terrible, with his mouth open and his lip curled over his teeth and his brows furrowed, because he can't hardly believe a fucking word you're saying. it pisses him off and he doesn't know why, just seems. a waste, for no one to have appreciated someone like you.

someone that he maybe thinks about too much, that is too nice and not funny to anyone but themselves but still laughs and hardworking and. so pretty that it annoys him.

his question comes out rough, harsh. "why the hell not?"

"i don't know," you shrug, eyes cutting to his before focusing back on patching him up. "i'm — probably too shy and weird, or something. and online dating is hard, y'know! some guys are really into the purity thing, like too into it, and some guys find out and won't touch me with a ten-foot pole, so," and then you shrug. like that's all there is to it.

and katsuki is just astounded to know this. not that he's ever done all that much himself, but all his bases have been covered, by now in his life, and he just really can't imagine anyone knowing you and not wanting to—

he realizes the irony of thinking this, like a punch to the gut. after knowing you for almost two years now and never so much as complimenting your stupid hair and the stupid way you wear it.

"well," katsuki grumbles, averting his eyes to the walls of the clinic, trying to seem more interested in your creepy, anatomy posters. "maybe he's comin'...or whatever."

"who's coming?"

"your guy, i don't know!" it's unfortunate that his shirt is off for this, because there's no way you aren't getting a perfect view of the flush that spreading down to his chest. "your dude, maybe he's...figuring it out."

"hmm, maybe. that's what my gran says, but who knows?" you shrug, oblivious — and suddenly your singleness makes a smidge more sense. "i've resigned myself to a touchless, loveless life for—"

"he's comin'!" katsuki barks and you startle at the outburst, eyes casting over his warm cheeks and then down his chest and back. finally, it fucking clicks for you, like he hasn't been finding excuse after excuse to see you every damn night for ages. "he's...checkin' his work schedule and then he's...gonna figure it out, alright?"

you brighten considerably, lip going between your teeth. "oh, yeah, yeah," and your smile is unstoppable, not hidden in the slightest as you turn to the steri-tray at your side, shyness bleeding into his own. "alright."

#WAAAAHHHH #he considers himself so inexperienced #to the point he's such a flustered fucking dork about dating anyone #and so it makes him remarkably nervous around you to begin with #and then he goes absolutely bonkers learning that you've done even less than HIM AKFHDJSKAKAL #he's PISSED like WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN NO ONE HAS EVER KISSED YOU BEFORE #NEVER BOUGHT YOU SHITTY FLOWERS BEFORE #it is probably the thing that riles him up enough to make his move because he's just. so pissed about it alfbsisjai #lmaoooooo #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

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milkhorns · 1 year

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💐💐💐

#my only doodle for huntlow week hehe #I LOVE THEM THEYRE SILLY LITTLE GUYS #for the prompt flower crowns #i didnt have the time or energy for the full week bc i had a procedure on my eye recently big L #BUT ANYWAY #huntlowweek2022 #huntlowweek #huntlow #tohhunter #tohwillow #willow park #toh #the owl house #myart

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thewillowoaklady · 1 month

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littlemarianah · 2 months

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How Katniss and Peeta chose their children's names

prologue of my fanfic in progress about Katniss motherhood. "The Flower and the Willow"

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My name is Katniss Everdeen.

My parents named me after a long-stemmed flower that grow on the edge of lakes. You will never starve if you find one of them. Its roots are sweet and juicy like a potato. The delicate and small white petals contrast with its arrow-pointed leaves.

My sister got her name from the Primrose flower. Different from katniss flower, primroses are everywhere. It has small petals, but its vibrant colors make it stand out among the undergrowth.

They chose beautiful names to decorate us with.

Beautiful things like the songs my father sang before I went to sleep.

Beautiful things like the colorful dresses my mother wore on Sundays.

Things that keep ourselves alive.

When my father stopped singing my mother stopped wearing her dresses. And then it was like she was dead too. That's when I realized that those things made us live.

Without the laughter, without the songs, without the hugs that my father gave me covered in dust from the mines, without the dresses, without the beautiful braids that my mother gave me and Prim. Without anything beautiful, without anything happy. We had nothing but hunger, cold and misery.

Peeta's parents had a similar idea. They chose their children's names from bread. Peeta, for a wheat bread that's as thin as a sheet and hollow inside. Rye, for a bread made with rye flour and very soft. Bran, for bread made with bran and molasses. Sweet in taste and brown in color.

It was kind of funny for a family of bakers to take their children's names from a cookbook, but they followed the same logic as my parents. Naming their children after the only thing that keep them together: work.

In the Mellark household no one had an empty stomach, but everyone woke up before sunrise to grind the wheat, sift the flour and heat the wood fire and work until night fell. Peeta once told me he never thought he would be the one to run the bakery. Her parents decided to have children to pass on the business to when they got old. The first was planned. The second was accidental, but useful in a world where your son could always go to games. The third was unwanted, but at least one more hand to work with.

Until shortly before giving birth I didn't know what name to choose. Peeta said he wanted me to decide, but nothing felt good enough. When I discovered I was a girl I started singing the lullabies my father always sang. I hummed them when I helped Peeta knead bread in the morning, I whistled them when I walked through the forest. Every time my head was empty, some new song came back to the surface. One day I found myself singing an old song that I had forgotten for a long time.

Deep in the meadow

Under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

For so many years I even banned myself from humming its melody, I preferred it to disappear from my memory completely.

All the little girls I had sung that song to were dead. But I got pregnant and I couldn't stop it anymore. It was a girl, I would have a daughter. Even with the horrible pain in my chest I wanted her to hear that song.

Here your dreams are sweet

And tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

Deep in the meadow

Hidden far away

I chose Willow after that in honor of the willow tree in the song. Peeta liked it.

Two years later when I got pregnant with my second I gave Peeta a taste of his own medicine and made sure he chose the name. He spent hours listing names for me, looking for inspiration in books, names of important people. Until one day he put down the history books and picked up a recipe book. He flipped through the pages... sponge cake, carrot cake, cinnamon rolls... as if it was the first time he was reading it.

Even the recipes he made every day, like wheat bread from the bakery, he read again. He said he would wait until the baby was born to finally choose a name, but I had the impression he already had some ideas in mind. When Peeta took our boy in his arms he said he saw his brother Rye's eyes on him.

So, following the tradition of our families, our children's names are in honor of what is important to us.

Rye, a bread to satisfy our hunger.

Willow, a tree from an old song.

#WIP #the flower and the willow #the hunger games #thg #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #fanfic #willow mellark #rye mellark #prologue #looking forward to posting this fanfic #some days who knows

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lionfloss · 2 years

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