#ginger requests

[dw-requests]

can you draw a smol comic?? :3

ok. so ginger is existing, and then theres a speech bubble from cosmo saying "ginger look!!!"

and then twisted cosmo looking real happy and saying "I have a bite mark just like you now!!!" pointing towards the ichor on his face

thank youu :3

I have never seen a prompt more simultaneously angsty and wholesome, like wtf /pos /silly

[mikeru6]

girl piggy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ señor de las moscas

[freakdoodles]

Draw Bobette being freakishly taller than the other tall toons 🥰

Big Bobette my beloved

[ashyblondwaves]

Prompt time

The morning after the "you love me real or not real" Haymitch starts to make jokes at Peeta and Katniss about the noise or that they have a glow. But then he starts to see the happiness between the two look exactly like him and Lenore Dove

PS. Do these prompts have to be a certain rating or can they go the explicit?

Hello and thank you for this lovely little prompt! Prompts can be any rating at all, I absolutely love writing explicit stuff :)

Nothing to Survive

I’m halfway up the steps to Katniss and Peeta’s, already thinking about the bitter taste of a cup of hot coffee, when I find the damn door’s locked. That’s new, and mildly inconvenient, since I wasn’t planning on knocking like a civilized person or anything. Peeta’s usually up before the sun, and he always has the door unlocked for me since the three of us started having breakfast together a few months ago. 

I’m just raising my fist to knock when the door abruptly clicks and swings open, revealing a disheveled but smiling Peeta. 

“Haymitch,” he says, stepping aside and allowing me to walk in. “Sorry about that, got a late start. Katniss will be down in just a minute.” 

It’s curious for me to rise before them, but I just shrug and throw myself in my usual chair at the table while Peeta goes to the refrigerator to retrieve whatever he’ll be making. 

Katniss emerges a minute later, moving faster than she needs to, her hair half plaited, and a shirt that’s definitely not her own billowing around her midsection. She wordlessly starts the coffee before sidestepping over to where Peeta is whisking eggs in a bowl. 

“Need any help?” she asks Peeta. 

“I got it, is the coffee on?” he replies. 

“Just started it,” Katniss confirms. 

It’s the way that she rubs his arm and fixes his hair that sets off my alarms. Katniss is about as affectionate as a houseplant, and Peeta is as consistent as the seasons changing every year. Things are starting to add up and if I think what happened did happen, I say it’s about damn time. I smirk to myself as Katniss sits herself down across from me. 

“Oversleep?” I ask conspiratorially. 

Katniss raises her gaze to me and scowls. She knows I know, and it just spurs me to continue. 

“What’d you two do last night?” I continue. Not an unusual question from me, we check in on each other, make sure the other hasn’t finally snapped. We frequently talk about how our days or nights were. I eye Katniss’ shirt. “I trust it wasn’t laundry.” 

“Haymitch,” Katniss growls. “Don’t.”

“What?” I ask, raising my hands in mock surrender. “I’m just checking on you two.” 

Peeta turns around and catches my eye. I see the smirk on his lips, and it’s all the confirmation that I need. 

“Well, it’s about damn time,” I finally say, and Katniss slams her hand on the table. 

“Haymitch!” She grits out. “I said don’t. Can’t you just listen for once?”

“I could,” I tease, taking a steaming mug of coffee from Peeta when he hands it over. “But that wouldn’t be like me, would it?”

“Alright,” Peeta interrupts. “Food is ready.” 

We serve ourselves in silence. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and fluffy pancakes are piled on my plate and I dig in, stuffing my face with Peeta’s flawless cooking, stealing glances at Katniss and Peeta as they chat with each other about how they’re going to spend their day. 

“Thought we could walk down to the lake later if it’s not raining,” Peeta says in a hushed tone. He’s speaking to Katniss only and their conversation is not meant for my ears, but I listen anyway. How can I not?

“Can we bring the hammock?” Katniss asks, taking a bite of her bacon. 

“You planning to nap through the whole afternoon?” Peeta asks with a grin. 

“Only if you’re there, too,” Katniss replies in a tone that I’ve never, ever heard from her before. 

They share a glance, and it immediately takes me back to days in the meadow with Lenore Dove. The lazy bliss, the banter… the love. I know she would have adored these two just the way I do, even if I don’t tell them enough, if ever. They know of Lenore Dove now, since I told them all about her while they worked on their memory book and now that they know, I feel like it’s ok to say something. 

“You two deserve this, you know,” I tell them, cutting into their domestic bliss. “After what you went through, what you’re still going through. To still have each other… that’s something special.”  

I see Katniss soften a bit, and I know that she’s thinking of my Covey girl and all I told them about her. Peeta smiles, and I know he’s thinking of her too. 

“She’ll never be forgotten, Haymitch,” he tells me. “Not only is she in our book, she’s in your heart. Keep her there.” 

I nod, not sure of what to say, not used to this sort of conversation between the three of us. 

“I will,” I croak out, and I don’t say anything else, because for once, they look like kids with nothing to survive, and hell, I’m not about to ruin that.

[boxwearsocks]

I hope I don't sound annoying but it would be very cool to draw adult Galvana in your drawing style‼️⚡

[snoozingfae]

Hey can you do book Jonsa as one of these paintings? In period clothing of course

"Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again."

Lady Sansa Stark and Lord Commander Jon Snow as the painting "the Kiss" by Francesco Hayez 1859

[brain-slurry]

Rubs hands together like a fly

Taking requests for literally any ship as long as it's legal, you can offer the rarest of pairs and I'll do it I loveeee unique ships

[soloyaice]

I made some edit on Last night cuz I was tired-

Cuz I was bored and Night- 😴

SHIPS:

Reflective Detective 🔎🪞

ShrimpTea 🦐☕

OvenGlow 🎄🍪

Midnight Drama 🌙🎭

[cupids-rainbows]

Ginger stimboard !

♡ 🎄 . 🧁 . 🍪

♡ ❤️ . 💖 . 🩷

♡ 🩷 . 🍪 . 🤍

[skittles-the-epic]

I'm a little late

Kinda rushed cuz I have school work to do✌️💔

[rotomartsblog]

Eah ship requests you say?

I'm feeling some Blondie Lockes/Ginger Breadhouse right now, what say ye to that?

I’d say they’re pretty cute

[ashyblondwaves]

Glad you liked the last prompt, quick question do these have to be canon or canon divergent prompts?

Prompt time:

Katniss whilst not knowing why, takes the hungry black kitten home along with its golden puppy friend, why the reformed hob has an adoption centre is beyond her. But it turns out her heart didn't just grow fonder for Peeta

Hey! These can be canon, canon divergent or AU. I write them all :)

This is such a CUTE little prompt! I hope I've done it justice.

Ash and Gold

I went to the Hob for sewing needles, not a half-starved kitten with a death glare and a golden puppy that tried to lick my face off. This is what I get for refusing to part with my favorite pair of hunting pants. 

Sure, it would’ve been easy to just order a new pair of pants, but old habits die hard, and I was hell-bent on fixing the pair I already had. Waste not, want not, my mother always said. I just needed the needles, now here I am walking home carrying a screaming onyx ball of fluff and his happy golden companion as she trots next to me.  

The Hob is sort of a community hub since the war ended, hosting events for anything from needlework to the pet parade; which I didn’t realize was today. 

As soon as I walked in, that golden puppy hopped toward me like she was walking on hot coals and insisted I pay attention to her. Close behind was this sad looking little ball, its tiny tail sticking straight up as it ambled behind his golden friend. 

“Looks like you’ve got some friends,” Greasy Sae observed as she filled a metal bowl with some sort of slop and set it down in a meowing box. “Those two are a package deal, though. If you want one, you gotta take both.” 

“I don’t want to take either one,” I said defensively. “I don’t do pets.” 

But then I kept watching them. That golden pup picking up her toy and trying to share it with the kitten even though the toy was bigger than the pups friend. Then the kicker, the moment that sealed the deal, when the puppy found a patch of sun leaking in through the window and curled up and that kitten immediately flocking to the pup to curl up with her. 

“Package deal, you say?” I asked, kneeling down in front of the two unlikely friends. “How much for them?”

“Take ‘em both, and they’re yours,” Greasy Sae said. 

It was then that the little golden lady leapt up and started licking my face. Surprisingly strong for only a couple of months old, she knocked me down and took up residence on my chest as her little friend toddled our way. I sat up, the little pup moving to my lap, and scooped up the kitten. 

“Well,” I said, observing the scowl that the kitten had painted on his little face. “You’re not as ugly as Buttercup. And he can teach you to hunt.” 

Now, I’m walking home with a kitten in my coat and the bounciest puppy I’ve ever seen right on my heels. I barely get the door open before the puppy wriggles inside like she owns the place, her nails skittering against the floorboard as her tail sweeps everything in her path.

Peeta looks out from the kitchen, flour smudged on his cheek and a towel slung over one shoulder. 

“Katniss,” he says slowly, his eyes drifting from me to the animals and back again. “Did you—”

“They followed me,” I said, before he could finish.

“They followed you?” He repeats skeptically. “Is that why the kitten is wrapped up in your jacket? “Besides, I know it’s the pet parade and the Hob today.” 

“Okay, fine,” I grind out, setting the kitten on the floor. He’s immediately distracted by a dust mote. “There was something about them. I couldn’t leave them there.” 

Peeta crouches down as the puppy launches herself at his feet and the kitten, now intrigued with Peeta, circles suspiciously.

“So much for not doing any more pets,” Peeta says with a laugh as the puppy stands on her hind legs and licks his cheek. 

Once recovered, Peeta sets down two mismatched bowls filled with leftover deer and crouches next to the animals as they tear into dinner like they haven’t eaten in days. I lean against the doorway, arms crossed, pretending I’m not smiling at the three of them. 

“So,” Peeta says, glancing over his shoulder. “What are you calling them?”

“I’m not planning to name them,” I reply. “They’ll just get attached.”

Peeta raises an eyebrow. “I think you’re already attached.”

I ignore that.

The golden puppy sits back on her haunches, tongue lolling, her tail thudding against the floor like a drumbeat. Her ears are too big for her head.

“She’s ridiculous,” I mutter. “Like a marigold growing in cement.”

“Marigold it is,” Peeta says with a grin. 

The kitten, still chewing dramatically on a scrap of meat, pauses to shoot a venomous glare in our direction.

“What about him?” Peeta asks.

“Ash,” I reply easily as I study the little menace. 

“Because he’s black?” Peeta asks, tilting his head. 

“Because he’s what's left after the fire,” I say, then frown. “That came out darker than I meant.”

Peeta gives me a look that says, you’re incorrigible, but he doesn’t push it. 

“Ash and Marigold,” he repeats. “Package deal.”

Later that night, the fire burns low, the sound of embers popping the only thing you can hear above Marigold’s snoring and occasional tail thumping, her head resting against Peeta’s foot. Ash is curled up like a comma between Marigold’s front paws, cocooned like he’s got the best protector in the world. Peeta hasn’t moved in an hour, careful not to disturb them. 

I watch him in the dim light, his hand resting lightly on my thigh, the corner of his mouth tilted in that near-smile he wears when he thinks no one is looking.

“You’re good at this,” I murmur.

“At what?” he asks, his eyes soft and brilliant in the firelight.

“All of it.”

Peeta doesn’t answer, just reaches out and brushes his fingers over my thigh, grounding and warm.

I don’t pull away.

I let the warmth of the room wrap around us, and the quiet settles into something comfortable and steady. My hand finds Peeta’s without thinking, fingers brushing against his. The world outside might still be fractured, but in this little house, with Ash and Marigold curled up beside us, it feels whole. For the first time in a long time, I don’t think either of us feels lost. 

[beamobiile]

.𖥔🐚⊹📦˖ 🍪𖦹 ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

art requests from yesterday !

[julicat1203]

Today, a Ginger x Fxnn request. Tomorrow, who knows? Draw them on top of this image as if they were present in the scene. I suggest drawing them exploring the place as if they are lost and confused, but do what you please with the scene.

(Okay, looks like I can't add images to asks sent to you. Look up "guts and blackpowder miraheze wiki" to find the Guts and Blackpowder wiki. Be sure to not use the Fandom wiki. There should be a link to the Maps page on the left side of the screen in the Main Pages category. On that page, you'll find a link to the article for Catacombes de Paris. There should be an image marked Map Preview near the top. That's what you're looking for.)

there it is!

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[dumbbunny0505]

Straw page request dump ^^!!!