Just Remember That Ivy Is An Orphan Abandonned In A Trashcan With Only A Blanket And No Papers, So She

Just remember that Ivy is an orphan abandonned in a trashcan with only a blanket and no papers, so she has no idea when she was born. Her birthday was adjust to match her adoption and she's very aware of that.

That's probably the saddest thing I did – and I did a LOT.

Your welcome. (:

I love drawing my couples in others couples they could be and

I was wondering what couple Jim and Ivy would be if they weren't Ivy and Jim and it was so clear like HONESTLY who else could've they be unless Robin Hood and lady Marian ?

Look at them.

How cute 🥰

It was funny to draw, especially Jim/Robin because Jim isn't that cheerful and it gives him a funny face, but I like it, it made me practice 🤌🏾

The little vignette was a nightmare yet neat to do.

I thought reversing (Ivy being Robin and Jim Marian lol) but it was SO outcharacter so I didn't, I don't even know why I thought this xD it could've been fun tho

I would love to introduce a love interest for Sarah Hawkins (Jim's mom) but I don't know what's best like- a man or a woman

Considering Ivy's (Jim's gf) parents is already a gay couple, is Sarah with a girl would be to much ? Like "OMG she's forcing" but Sarah dealing with a bi crisis would be interesting (mostly for me to work on it (I'm not bi but information is always good)), like- how she deals by herself, fights or not her feelings, etc... but the subject I like too is Jim dealing with his mom having a thing with someone

I know it's hard for most of child with single parents to deal with a new adult in their life (I personally live mostly with my mommy) so that what interests me but Sarah's feelings are also important in that case since it would be her love life so I must be extra precocious on it no matter the gender

Wait- maybe I should do like an androgynous person and be vague about their gender 🤔

That's nice

Damn tumblr is good for blablating

Some Sarah's sketches for the fun

Les duo inversés – la Planète au Trésor

Ces deux-là s'appréciaient pas des masses au début mais ils finissent par sympathiser, et une fois partis dans des plans disproportionnés, ça fini souvent mal... Chaotic good

Par contre ces deux-là sont plus calme, sauf visiblement quand ils ont pas dormi pendant 5 jours, là ça dégénère assez vite et de façon imprévisible. Chaotic neutral

this broke me I hate y'all like am I not break enough...

Guess no 'cause I'll probably read it again this week.

also i may be slow on the uptake but i never realized something. in catching fire, we actually get more details/specifics on peeta’s nightmares than i originally thought.

in this quote right here, “my nightmares are usually about losing you. i’m okay once i realize you’re here,” peeta tells us the vaguest hint of his dreams but in this earlier quote from catching fire, we get a much fuller picture.

Some you wouldn't get right away, if you hadn't been with him in the arena yourself. Water dripping through the cracks in our cave. The dry pond bed. A pair of hands, his own, digging for roots. Others any viewer would recognize. The golden horn called the Cornucopia. Clove arranging the knives inside her jacket. One of the mutts, unmistakably the blond, green-eyed one meant to be Glimmer, snarling as it makes its way toward us. And me. I am everywhere. High up in a tree. Beating a shirt against the stones in the stream. Lying unconscious in a pool of blood. And one I can't place — perhaps this is how I looked when his fever was high—emerging from a silver gray mist that matches my eyes exactly.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“I hate them,” I say. I can almost smell the blood, the dirt, the unnatural breath of the mutt. “All I do is go around trying to forget the arena and you've brought it, back to life. How do you remember these things so exactly?”

“I see them every night,” he says.

I know what he means. Nightmares — which I was no stranger to before the Games — now plague me whenever I sleep. But the old standby, the one of my father being blown to bits in the mines, is rare. Instead I relive versions of what happened in the arena. My worthless attempt to save Rue. Peeta bleeding to death. Glimmer's bloated body disintegrating in my hands. Cato's horrific end with the muttations. These are the most frequent visitors. “Me, too. Does it help? To paint them out?”

So basically we can assume that peeta’s dreams are katniss dying up in the tree when the careers (and he himself) were waiting to kill her, her dying in a pool of blood (which is the sight he woke up to the morning after she drugged him to sleep with the berries) or him dying and leaving her behind (the beating his shirt clean or her through a misty haze when he had a fever).

idk just some fun facts to think about.

Voilà comment Jim et Ivy se sont rencontrés !

Alors, c'est pas en couleur, et c'est en anglais, et c'est pas mis au noir mais c'est pas que je l'ai pas fait ! C'est juste que je trouve pas le résultat très joli et je préfère comme ça 😭

Vu que les textes sont pas très visibles je les ai écrit en notes :3

Ils sont trop choupis 🥺