Hermes And Tiresias (feat. Mr Pancake)

Look I clown veganism often enough but really, truly, don’t ever fucking feed somebody something without their knowledge or consent. It’s hugely fucked up and not OK.

maaaade a thing

So sick of the new trend of hating on artists.

No one is forcing you to listen to certain music. No one is forcing you to share your opinion.You aren’t getting paid to share your thoughts.

If you don’t like the music, or the artist, or the artist’s message, then DON’T INTERACT WITH THEM. You can block. You can un-recommend their channel. You can just scroll when you see their music or videos.

Hating on artists is not “cool” or “edgy”. It’s just annoying. Leave people alone, because in the end? Your opinion doesn’t matter that much in the grand scheme of things. Social media is toxic as it is. Why not spread positivity?

TLDR: Artists are just doing what they love. They don’t need your negativity, so just stop interacting with them if you don’t like their music.

*cries in I don’t have Book of Bill*

WoF thing™️

I believe that the Wings of Fire fandom just refuses to die. Ever.

The characters are Moon and Darkstalker :)

aeolus

i feel like it isnt even a question or a request, its just spreading the word

Sometimes I think about the interactions Morrowseer and Stonemover had

My headcanon is that Morrowseer was the one who came up with the tunnel idea and was sort of like Stonemover’s “project overseer” (haha get it morrowSEER)

Y'all need to stop nitpicking and fighting amongst each other over the little things like dragon designs or who ships what, good lord. I keep seeing all this discourse and it's driving me insane. Let people enjoy the Wings of Fire series in their own way, whether that be breaking off from the canon or interpreting characters in their own way. To each their own, as long as nothing harmful is being done then let people do what they want, man. Ship this, design that, say a dragon is autistic! Don't impede peoples' creative freedom unless there's an ACTUAL PROBLEM.

Thank you for your time.

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So I’ve been thinking about Sunrise on the Reaping, how it’s gonna play out. You know what would be really depressing?

Haymitch Abernathy, “first” victor from District 12. Winner of the fiftieth Hunger Games and the second Quarter Quell. A poor boy from the Seam who defeated twice the number of tributes. The unlikely champion.

He’d used the Capitol’s arena against itself. He endured extreme pain and injury. He had to witness his beloved Maysilee die right before his eyes. Watched as an ax cut through a girl’s head. Remember the countless young lives he took. The horrors that could have driven him to insanity.

After being announced as the victor and being taken from the arena, he received medical attention before having to sit through countless interviews being watched by everyone in Panem. Haymitch put on a smile, saying exactly what the Capitol wanted him to. The entire time he hid his emotions, not letting anyone see through him.

All Haymitch wanted was to go home. To see his family. He caught a glimpse of them waving and cheering as he stood before the District, but the Peacekeepers wouldn’t let him go to them. His mother, who he could always confide in. His father, who never expected him to say anything but would always listen. His siblings, who he could open up to and show his weaknesses to without being judged. His pet, because he found that being around animals was healing.

He was finally allowed to return to his little home on the edge of the Seam, facing the woods. This was where he grew up. He knew the house to be noisy and warm with fire from the coals harvested by his own father. Haymitch was impatient to step through the door and be greeted by his family, surely proud of him.

But something was different.

Silence. The house was cold, empty, and dark. There was no sign of struggle; all the furniture was standing up, but nothing seemed to be in its normal place. An uncut loaf of bread rested on the kitchen countertop. Everything was clean and perfect. Perfect, except for the lingering smell of blood. Haymitch immediately dropped his things, his victor’s crown clattering to the floor. He felt tears streaming down his face. He took a step forward.

Lying on the dining room table was an ax, and a glass vase holding a singular white rose.

Yeah I write sometimes. Haymitch is my favorite character so obviously I’m going to dump more trauma than necessary on him. It’s how I show affection 🫶

I am not exaggerating when I tell you I screamed and immediately started working on fanart when I heard Sunrise on the Reaping was coming out, I’ve been waiting for this for idfk 4 years?? Which isn’t very long but I’m quite impatient

The drawings above were made by me :D there’s the full picture, then a close up of the rose + ax and another of Haymitch. Woody did an amazing job as Haymitch but my heart belongs to the book accurate POC version of him ☺️ I suggest clicking on the images to see them better

Sorry if everything looks weird :/ I’m not used to drawing stuff like this

SCREAMS NO LONGER YOU AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS

My updated Tiresias design! He only has one song but he’s probably my favorite simply because of his lore and Mason

I love drawing Tiresias with long hair and braided tendrils 🫶 How he fits all that under his hood I will never know