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“I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I’ve been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire”

-Halestorm-I am the Fire 

My digital paintings over the past couple years. I’ve been making these ever since Lionsgate first released the many stills when the first move came out. Drawing Katniss over the years really made an impact on my art and I couldn’t be happier with the amount of progress i have made with my art since then. 

Please check out the rest of my blog for more hunger games works including a fan made graphic novel for Johanna Mason. I also have works from other fandoms on there as well. 

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“No problem,” Gale replies. “I wake up ten times a night anyway.”
“To make sure Katniss is still here?” asks Peeta.
“Something like that…”
“That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her.”
“Well, we never have.”
“She loves you, you know,” says Peeta. “She as good as told me after they whipped you.”
“Don’t believe it,” Gale answers. “The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that.”
“It was just part of the show,” Peeta tells him, although there’s an edge of doubt in his voice.
“No, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that’s the only way to convince her you love her.”
There’s a long pause. “I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games.. Protected her then.”
“You couldn’t,” says Peeta. “She’d never have forgiven you. You had to take care of her family. They matter more to her than her life.”

8

“I don’t care if she blew up the blasted Justice Building! Look at her cheek! Think that will be camera ready in a week?” Haymitch snarls.
The man’s voice is still cold, but I can detect a slight edge of doubt. “That’s not my problem.”
“No? Well it’s about to be, my friend. The first call I make when I get home is to the Capitol,” says Haymitch. “Find out who authorized you to mess up my victor’s pretty face!”
“He was poaching. What business is it of hers, anyway?” says the man.
“He’s her cousin.” Peeta’s got my other arm now, but gently. “And she’s my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.”