Primrose Everdeen - Blog Posts
katniss in district 12 before the reaping -
Girlie did not know they all loved her 😭😭
just realized both haymitch and katniss lost their sisters. haymitch lost three and katniss lost her reason
i need the epilogue of sunrise on the reaping to describe a vague, non-specific reaping and then it ends with effie calling “primrose everdeen”
The Reluctant Victor, inspired by The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche - I just thought that this painting was SO perfect for Katniss and I had to draw it!
I don’t precisely know how to phrase this, and truly, I have too many things I would simply die to see in your wonderful style, so I can throw some potential inspiration out there:
1. (More THG adjacent but) I am so compelled by the fact that Lenore Dove, Lucy Gray, and Peeta all have a connection to the color orange … would you ever draw a Lenore Dove-centric piece with nods to LGB & P?
2. And then of course any scene with Haymitch … I simply love the way you illustrate him … particularly the way you show us scenes from the trilogy from his POV … 👀👀👀👀
3. Orrr maybe, more SOTR specific … Burdock (perhaps emerging from the mist in the woods as he does) and the Covey graves …
But honestly, I’ll gobble up anything you create with a spoon. A spoon, I tell you.
All very very very good suggestions!
BUT something people might not know about me is Burdock has been one of my absolute FAVORITE HG characters for YEARS now (when his name was revealed my reaction actually startled my friend I was with)
And in the epilogue Haymitch’s mentions him proudly touting baby Katniss around
I HAD to draw him proudly with both his little girls
I just know the botanic garden in my town hates to see me coming because my main focus is plants tied to hunger games lore
sometimes I think Katniss only had kids after 15yrs cuz that was probably the age Prim was when she died…
it just hits me out of nowhere sometimes how it all started with Prim and for Katniss it all ended with Prim. Katniss' depression after the war is forever buried somewhere at the back of my mind, truly all for nothing at all.