#lynx thg moments

[little-lynx]

DO YOU REMEMBER...

…when your father used to let us make dough girls and boys? /Mockingjay, ch.13

[lemonluvgirl]

For when you need me

New Chapter of Promise Me, Little Brother is UP!

Ch 20: The Time In Between

(Warning! Major Platonic Everthorne incoming!!!) 

Chapter Excerpt: Gale is fast asleep in the arm chair. His long dark hair falls over his olive toned cheek as his head lies tilted to the side against the back of the chair. I can hear his deep breathing and I’m overcome for a moment by the fierce gratitude I feel at his presence today. Despite not wanting to speak to him after everything he said at the party, I felt myself being pulled in two directions. Wanting him by my side, my partner again, the truest friend I ever had. And, on the other hand, feeling wary of trusting him. I didn’t know which one would win out in the long run. But in the short term, I didn’t think I could survive this without the intense and unwavering flame of his loyalty keeping me from turning numb as ice.

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artwork by @little-lynx​, the QUEEN of THG fanart :D

[little-lynx]

TO ACT LIKE CAREERS

Because I love trainer!Peeta so much.

From Catching Fire:

But after a few days, we agree to act like Careers, because this is the best way to get Peeta ready as well. Every night we watch the old recaps of the Games that the remaining victors won. I realize we never met any of them on the Victory Tour, which seems odd in retrospect. When I bring it up, Haymitch says the last thing President Snow would've wanted was to show Peeta and me—especially me — bonding with other victors in potentially rebellious districts. Victors have a special status, and if they appeared to be supporting my defiance of the Capitol, it would've been dangerous politically. Adjusting for age, I realize some of our opponents may be elderly, which is both sad and reassuring. Peeta takes copious notes, Haymitch volunteers information about the victors' personalities, and slowly we begin to know our competition.

Every morning we do exercises to strengthen our bodies. We run and lift things and stretch our muscles. Every afternoon we work on combat skills, throwing knives, fighting hand to hand; I even teach them to climb trees. Officially, tributes aren't supposed to train, but no one tries to stop us. Even in regular years, the tributes from Districts 1, 2, and 4 show up able to wield spears and swords. This is nothing by comparison.

After all the years of abuse, Haymitch's body resists improvement. He's still remarkably strong, but the shortest run winds him. And you'd think a guy who sleeps every night with a knife might actually be able to hit the side of a house with one, but his hands shake so badly it takes weeks for him to achieve even that.

Peeta and I excel under the new regimen, though. It gives me something to do. It gives us all something to do besides accept defeat. My mother puts us on a special diet to gain weight. Prim treats our sore muscles. Madge sneaks us her father's Capitol newspapers. Predictions on who will be victor of the victors show us among the favorites. Even Gale steps into the picture on Sundays, although he's got no love for Peeta or Haymitch, and teaches us all he knows about snares. It's weird for me, being in conversations with both Peeta and Gale, but they seem to have set aside whatever issues they have about me.

PAINFUL BONUS:

One night, as I'm walking Gale back into town, he even admits, “It'd be better if he were easier to hate.” “Tell me about it,” I say. “If I could've just hated him in the arena, we all wouldn't be in this mess now. He'd be dead, and I'd be a happy little victor all by myself.”

//Peeta watches Katniss walking Gale back into town

[little-lynx]

Does that make any sense?..

My feet move soundlessly across the tiles. I’m only yard behind him when I say, “You should be getting some sleep.” He starts but doesn’t turn. I can see him give his head a slight shake. “I didn’t want to miss the party. It’s for us, after all.” I come up beside him and lean over the edge of the rail. The wide streets are full of dancing people. I squint to make out their tiny figures in more detail. “Are they in costumes?” “Who could tell?” Peeta answers. “With all the crazy clothes they wear here. Couldn’t sleep, either?” “Couldn’t turn my mind off,” I say. “Thinking about your family?” he asks. “No,” I admit a bit guiltily. “All I can do is wonder about tomorrow. Which is pointless, of course.” In the light from below, I can see his face now, the awkward way he holds his bandaged hands. “I really am sorry about your hands.” “It doesn’t matter, Katniss,” he says. “I’ve never been a contender in these Games anyway.” “That’s no way to be thinking,” I say. “Why not? It’s true. My best hope is to not disgrace myself and . . .” He hesitates. “And what?” I say. “I don’t know how to say it exactly. Only . . . I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?” he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? “I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.” / The Hunger Games, chapter 10

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this incredible moment was commissioned by wonderful @thehellcaster , I finished it months ago and it’s time to share it with you guys ❤️

It’s #2 for my Everlark Moments series and well it’s rooftop again haha. What a way to start a series ;) I actually work on #3 now (for a while now 😫) but since I kind of back in my work condition I hope to finish it pretty soon too ❤️

thank you again @thehellcaster for being such a wonderful person ❤️ these moments are amazing and I have such a great time drawing them for you ❤️

[little-lynx]

“It was a jabberjay.”

One of the most heartbreaking moments requested by flower 🌸 via my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun 💔 It’s been a week without drawing and my hands functioned a bit weird. Need some training.

I know it's stopped when I feel Peeta's hands on me, feel myself lifted from the ground and out of the jungle. But I stay eyes squeezed shut, hands over my ears, muscles too rigid to release. Peeta holds me on his lap, speaking soothing words, rocking me gently. It takes a long time before I begin to relax the iron grip on my body. And when I do, the trembling begins. “It's all right, Katniss,” he whispers. / Fire, ch.24

[little-lynx]

EVERLARK MOMENTS #1: THE ROOFTOP PICNIC

Location description: I follow him to a flight of stairs that lead to the roof. There’s a small dome-shaped room with a door to the outside. As we step into the cool, windy evening air, I catch my breath at the view. The Capitol twinkles like a vast field of fireflies. <…> On the other side of the dome, they’ve built a garden with flower beds and potted trees. From the branches hang hundreds of wind chimes, which account for the tinkling I heard. Here in the garden, on this windy night, it’s enough to drown out two people who are trying not to be heard. / THG, ch.6

The moment: The roof. We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong picnic in the flower garden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof—one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it. No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta's lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he's practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask. “I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says. Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I'll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you'll allow it?” “I'll allow it,” I say. His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It's a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol. “I didn't think you'd want to miss it,” he says. “Thanks,” I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them. / CF, ch.17

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I could spend my life in this sweet surrender I could stay lost in this moment forever Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure*

I just want to hold you close Feel your heart so close to mine And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time*

*Aerosmith - I Don't Want to Miss a Thing is official anthem of the rooftop scene, come on. It’s just PERFECT. I consider this song as a soundtrack for this moment. Right?!

P.S. Once again, what do you know about dream job? This illustration is a commission!! I mean, a person (wonderful, amazing person!) payed me for drawing this! For drawing one of the most beautiful moments from my favorite book! Dear @thehellcaster thank you again. I wanted to draw this moment for ages but considering level of detail I just couldn’t afford to spend so much time on one illustration (it would take me like a month to complete I think, since I don’t really have time for personal projects now). So it is a real luck to have an opportunity to draw this moment properly as a part of my work. Thank you! And hope you like the results ☺️.

[little-lynx]

SO IMPOSSIBLY GOOD

Sweetest @rosegardeninwinter requested “any canon Everlark moment I haven't drawn yet but want to” by my Buy Me a Coffee Cheese Bun and no, that’s not what I planned to draw. Obviously, I love this moment (who doesn’t?) but I started with another one. But it just… didn’t work. I try again and again, changed poses and angles, deleted everything and started again but then I just gave up. I’ve spent a couple of hours on what supposed to be quick sketch and was close to stop drawing at all lol. I felt like my hands forget how to draw and everything was just terrible and I felt miserable and stupid. And then I just understood that I couldn’t do anything. I don’t know how to handle everything. It’s just too much.

So I gave myself a little time to cry and then started this one. This moment I think is one of my favorite. It truly must be impossibly good to find a such needed comfort in loving arms when it’s too much to hold on anymore. Also Peeta’s lips on Katniss’s neck is my weakness, yeah.

When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It's the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he's offered me any sort of affection. He's been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go. / CF, ch.14