#cinnas

[metalmegabat]

[ Cinna Love Letter Ychs ]

For NarcoticZombie / WaterMelvin / Dio_Donuts (All on Discord) Cinnas Closed Species belongs to darkvvision @ Toyhou .se Artwork © @greaserdemon / @metalmegabat

#cinnas #cinnadog #closedspecies #furryart #anthro #furry #commissions #commission #digitalart #feline #canine #dog #cat #brown and red #pink #lovecore #valentinesday #vday #valentines day #art #originalspecies

[puflittoh]

Misc personal headshots!! Second one's my little cinnadog guy Lars :^)

#furry #art #artists on tumblr #sketch #digital art #cinnadog #cinnas #puffo's art

[greaserdemon]

Animated Pixel Icon gift for r0adkyll (from Toyhou.se) ! Character belongs to r0adkyll Cinnas Closed Species © darkvvision / feveretro

#pixelart #pixel #animated #demonic #demon #cinnas #cinnadragon #originalspecies #cinnadog #closedspecies

[anton-wyzek]

Remember what he did to them

#it’s coriolanus snow hatred hours #sejanus plinth #johanna mason #peeta mellark #rue thg #cinna thg #annie cresta #finnick odair #tigris snow #lucy gray baird #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

[cinnabuncrumbs]

im so insane

#simon petrikov #betty grof #golbetty #petrigrof #winter king #fionna and cake #adventure time #suggestive #digital art #sketches #cinna's art #ughhhhh. i hate them forever

[obriy]

He believed in this revolution. He believed in you.

#the hunger games #the hunger games: catching fire #the hunger games: mockingjay part 1 #katniss everdeen #cinna #thgedit #jlawrenceedit #filmedit #filmgifs #moviegifs #cinemapix #userstream #dailyflicks #filmtvcentral #cinematv #my edit

[coastette]

My scrimblo,,,, Gabriel, a slimey cat

#furry #slime #cs #cinnas #cinnadogs #artists on tumblr #art #artwork #digital

[wierdshenanigans]

Remembering the time Haymitch got into this huge argument with Katniss's doctors to prevent them from SURGICALLY ALTERING HER BODY WITHOUT HER CONSENT (ik thg universe has done worse but-) because he knew she would hate that.

Remembering the time the hunger games organisers forced Cinna to design a dress with paddings near the breasts when they weren't allowed to give her a boob job, only for him to cleverly make the dress so that the padding would serve absolutely no purpose to make Katniss, a MINOR, have big breasts.

Suzanne Collins really did go all out on the cruelty and awfulness of society and Cinna and Haymitch are truly amazing.

#thg #thg katniss #cinna thg #the hunger games #the hunger games trilogy #katniss everdeen #suzanne collins #haymitch abernathy #thg haymitch #the hunger games katniss #hunger games #cinna #mockingjay #catching fire #cinna and haymitch look out for katniss in their own ways #and they both care about her #they both want to protect her and I think they both tried until they couldnt anymore and had to just let her go to protect herself #katniss and haymitch #katniss and cinna #cinna was such an incredible guy

[vasilissadragomir]

one of the most heart-wrenching things about thg universe is that you feel the loss of who each character would be outside the circumstances of their birth almost as acutely as you feel the loss of the characters themselves.

sure, we know what lucy gray and her family would be doing in a different world; she’d be dancing and singing and making music which defines a cultural identity. but what about the others? would haymitch have been a hilarious, loving father with a family had he not been forced to survive 47 other children’s brutal deaths? would finnick have been a charismatic and beloved actor, bringing joy to immeasurable people on his own terms? would beetee and wiress have worked together to develop technology to make it easier to connect loved ones far and wide? what would reaper and annie have given to the world, or thresh, or rue, or even coral or cato or glimmer or clove?

if katniss wasn’t half-starving and forced to spend each day hunting to feed her family, would archery be her true passion? or if she’d been a well-sustained little girl with access to art supplies, would she have spent her time sketching captivating dresses? she picks up ropes and making fish hooks quickly—could her dexterity have lent itself to knitting, sewing, or crocheting with vibrant yarns and fabrics? there’s so much evidence that katniss finds clothing inspiring and empowering, even when she dismisses it as frivolous. she likes being pretty, she just hates the circumstances under which she’s made to look pretty. cinna shows her that beauty has its own power, and there are several moments in her interactions with cinna and his designs that make me wonder who she’d be if she had space for art and creativity in her life.

conversely, peeta has had art in his life since he was a small child, but for him, art has always been entangled with his trauma. he could bake and decorate well because he learned from his mother, a mother who beat him his whole life. but his talent grows, not only as a survival tool in the first games, but when he paints rue on the floor of the training center before the second games. his art becomes not only a symbol of his trauma, but a means of resistance and solidarity. in a world where peeta’s intrinsic kindness and loving heart had been nurtured and welcomed rather than abused, could he have been a painter, helping people find collective meaning in the simple realities of life?

could katniss and peeta have still found each other in another world, a world without the horrors they were raised with, and bonded over their love of art? could they have been each other’s muses?

maybe they find their way to share art, after the events of mockingjay, as part of their process of healing and falling in love with each other. when they’re finally safe and have been for a long time, maybe katniss fashions peeta an easel for him to paint in their living room. after months of watching him gaze out the window and paint the changing leaves, katniss takes to knitting on a rocking chair in the other corner of the living room to steady her restless hands. they work silently as the days go by, quietly exchanging the things they’ve made to give each other the reassurance and love neither could ever fully convey with words.

and maybe one day, when they learn there’s a baby on the way due in midwinter, katniss takes a page from peeta’s sketchpad and starts to plan a series of sweaters and hats and socks she can knit for the baby. and peeta goes to the little nursery upstairs and starts working on a mural, so the baby will have something beautiful to look at every day. they work together to design the perfect baby blanket for their child, to ensure they will always be wrapped in a layer of protection and love by their parents.

but even if they find creativity and beauty in their lives after the end of mockingjay, the art they make will simply never be what that art could have been had they not faced what they faced. art comes from suffering, yes, but the human condition has so much suffering as is, and we’d never know what kind of art they’d make if they hadn’t experienced trauma of a distinctly sadistic and inhuman nature. but maybe their children, raised in a better world with love and protection and safety and joy and creativity and expression, will be the ones to create the art peeta and katniss never could.

#thg #the hunger games #hunger games #katniss #peeta #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #cinna #lucy gray #lucy gray baird #thg analysis #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #finnick odair #annie cresta #catching fire #mockingjay

[metalmegabat]

[ Punky Paradise - Custom ]

Custom for Cryroe @ Toyhou.se! ~ ------------------------------------------------- Artwork & Design by @greaserdemon Character belongs to Cryroe

#feline #punk #neon #originalspecies #cinnas #adoptables #customs #commission #commissions

[puflittoh]

A bunch of sketches!! First one's my girl Damasco and her two pets, second one's a bust sketch and the third one is a payment for someone on discord :)

#puffo's art #furry art #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #furry #furry oc #sfw furry #fursona #furry artist #sketch #commissions open #commissions #latinoartist #artwork #sketches #feral #original character #my art #cinnas #cinnadog #cinnadogs #waterdog #waterdogs #species #closedspecies #cs

[cairaleighexe]

Snow made me wear it

[PATREON REQUEST OF THE MONTH]

#my art #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #thg #thg series #thg snow #president snow #coriolanus snow #cinna #thg cinna #haymitch #haymitch abernathy #effie trinket #effie #catching fire #illustration #artists on tumblr

[buffysummers]

Cinna in The Hunger Games (2012-2015) [requested by panemgif]

#thgedit #usergina #filmgifs #moviegifs #dailyflicks #doyouevenfilm #dailyhangover #fyeahmovies #chewieblog #ruinedchildhood #filmtv #cinna #userrobin #the hunger games #thg #filmedit #lenny kravitz #*gif #request #1k

[cinnabuncrumbs]

lalala!!!!!!!! doodles from the day

#betty grof #simon petrikov #golbetty #petrigrof #princess bubblegum #marceline #bubbline #adventure time #fionna and cake #digital art #sketches #cinna's art #the random bubbline in this makes me giggle

[dickgraysonsbitch]

Hi! Just found your blog and it’s the best thing ever honestly. I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where the reader deals with migraines and sensory overloads? If not that’s totally cool, have a nice day!

thank you so much for your ask!! this was actually my first request ever 😭 nonny you will go down in history 💖 a psa that while i do have mild sensory issues, i don’t have migraines, so any and all criticism is welcome!

warnings: pills/migraines | 1.2k words | dividers by @cafekitsune | requests open !

You fell onto the bed, tucking your knees in close to your chest. Fifty minutes. This goddamned headache had been the bane of your whole existence for fifty minutes, and you couldn’t even catch a bloody break. Every week, it would come back like clockwork, and while you had your routine (two advils, an eye mask, and soothing ocean noises all while sitting in a dark room with a singular, mildly-scented lavender candle with two out of three wicks lit) it didn’t change the fact that every minute that you lay there, the throbbing sensation around your head came back worse than before.

Grasping the tip of your nose, you tilted your head back in order to swallow the pills next to you. If you didn’t, you’d eventually gag on the water, and that wasn’t really a pretty sight to see. It was a miracle that you could even work as a hostess, especially on the graveyard shift, because it was taking every ounce of your willpower not to throw up at even the most tamest memories—a sleepy child with food flying out of their mouth, or a costumer shouting about how ‘insane’ you were when you had only gotten through your second advil of the day. It wasn’t enough, clearly, because if it had been, you wouldn’t be holed up in your dark room like a vampire with chronic pain.

One knock on your window jolts you from your ibuprofen-fueled haze. Two knocks. Three knocks—god, who doesn’t have patience in this stupid city? Not everyone can be a metahuman that travels at the speed of sound.

You open your window, head still pulsing, but all thoughts of another cup of mildly sweetened honey tea dissipates when the Red Hood smoothly slides into your living room/kitchen (it’s Gotham! Rent may be low, but you are poor as hell), removes his helmet, and shakes his head like a wet dog, the domino mask he was wearing underneath somehow not falling off. He shoots you a crooked grin before plopping himself on your couch, resting his legs on your coffee table.

“Shoes off,” you grumble. “And for the millionth time, I have a door for a reason. And I put food on that table, and I don’t want to see your nasty feet on it.” While other people might be a bit more reserved when talking to a Bowery drug lord, you had never given yourself the same boundaries. He’d crashed into your apartment when he was injured one night a few months ago, and since then, the Red Hood swore to one, pay off your window, and two, make sure you were safe. In his words, it was the best way to repay you for saving his life—even though you didn’t really do anything of the sort. Basic stitches that you learnt in high school, because that was what they taught when a vigilante could collapse in your house due to blood loss any minute in Gotham.

“Woah…” he raises his hands up in mock surrender, his eyes glinting with mirth. “What’s wrong? Rough shift?”

He can always tell, and you’ve decided to refrain against trying to lie to the only crime lord that you’ll likely ever be friend with, unless the Penguin unexpectedly decides to lumber up your fire escape. (Hood’s gotten you a spiked baseball bat for occasions like that, because you complained about any firearms). A pang of pain from you head. Mental note, put out the candle, no wicks. Darken the room even more, try and fail to go to sleep. You have your second job in the morning tomorrow. Mental note, take a melatonin if you can’t sleep, pack a few pills of ibuprofen and acetaminophen if you can’t get through your morning shift. It’s two AM right now, you could still get three hours of sleep if you—

A rough, calloused hand gently caresses your cheek, sending a tingling sensation down your jawline, all the way down to the base of your spine. Okay, woah. “Take a deep breath, baby.” Hood’s deep, gravelly voice shakes your from your stupor. Oh. You were slipping back into your anxiety induced panic attacks, and you hadn’t even noticed. You take one deep breath, but instead of feeling like you’re stuffing an oversized pillow into a kid sized cover, you’re at ease, letting fresh air flow into your lungs.

“How you doin’ tonight, huh baby? I saw your kitchen light on, thought I’d stop by.” Red Hood rubs a simple circle pattern into your back, letting you lean onto him.

“I bet…” you take a shallow breath. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

A smile cracks through onto his face. “Nah, baby, just you. All the girls have nothing on you, baby. You want to tell me about your day?”

Maybe it was just his voice, but you were almost immediately more at ease than you wee moments ago. Red Hood would’ve had a great calling as a therapist, or even a guidance counselor, but you weren’t sure that he’d like it if you called him, arguably the most fearsome man in Gotham, a service worker. Men were weird that way.

“C-can you talk to me, Hood? I don’t know… you have a nice voice, I guess. Makes me feel safe.”

You could swear that you heard his voice crack before he cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, I can do that. So… I guess I didn’t do much today. Oh! This one sleaze-bag was trying to rob this eighth grader, and I’d never seen this old guy, okay? The kid, his name’s James, he immediately just swings his backpack at him. And I come in, this dude’s already gotten a broken nose…”

He keeps talking about the unexpected things that happened during his day, but your eyes are just trained on Hood. His sharp jaw, his toned arms, his hair and the decent-sized white streak that runs through it, his soft lips and the J scar that covered his left cheekbone, and you wondered what it would be like to know him without the mask on. Would he still be the same, sweet guy that you knew?

In a sudden moment of courage, you take Hood’s hand and squeeze it, your heart pounding nervously against your ribcage. “Thank you, Hood.” You whisper. “I don’t know… I don’t know what I would be done if you weren’t here. I’d probably be still having a killer headache right now.”

He smiles, something that you’ve been seeing him do a lot more often than he’s known for. Red Hood, vigilante, drug lord, crime boss? Nowhere to be seen. You try your hardest to gaze past the white lenses over his eyes, concealing his eye color.

“Jay,” he mutters softly, soft enough that if you hadn’t been sitting so close, you wouldn’t have been able to hear a word that he said. “Call me Jay.”

The head comes come back sometimes, but you usually tend to ignore the headaches after a dose of acetaminophen and a head massage from who might be the world’s best vigilante, Jay. You may not know his full name yet, but you know his heart, and under all that armor, under the Red Hood, is a man with a heart of gold.

please please please let me know if i got anything wrong so i can edit it!

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #dc robin #jason todd x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd fanfiction #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood imagines #cinna’s asks #dickgraysonsbitch

[butchcinna]

And here's the comic I did for @pearlinazine last year! It was an honor to be part of the zine and I am glad I can open the book and be like "I made this :]" Yes I managed to make em kiss not once, nor twice... but three times on a single page, y'all are welcome

#Marina Iida #Pearl Houzuki #Pearlina #Lesbian cephalopods #Art by Cinna #Made in Cinna