#The Flower and The Willow

[littlemarianah]

After two months of working non-stop on my longfic, I finally finished the first two chapters. 10k words!

There is some editing to be done, but it is basically finished. I am very happy. It has been a long journey, I am looking forward to moving forward.

[paexie]

Elysium - commission and character belongs to Sleepybear

[lionfloss]

by zeewipark

[melonpaya]

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

[turquoisespace35]

Huntlow coded song

[mimimar]

page 7 of my ivy comic ✿

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

[jagalart]

Hue 22

The army of Avali in my gallery expends further! This one is for the lovely H1kar4, thank you again for your trust. 💙

[mspaint-flower]

2.2

[thewillowoaklady]

Rose

[fashionsfromhistory]

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.

[bananahkim]

Braiding hair

[littlemarianah]

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"

Read and feel free to leave your feedback in the comments

"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."

[acethest4r]

BABIEDAIDHFAED ah i love them sm :3

[vodkartoons]

huh?!!!

the fragrant flower blooms with dignity coded

[willowser]

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."

[emaadsidiki]

The Weeping Willow 🌿 Chicago Botanic Garden