Katniss Everdeen Drawings Novels & Stories

Solène’s smile never faded as she collected them, her eyes dropping to the drawing Katie had made. “What is this?” She asked gently, taking the drawings—bright colors, uneven shapes, familiar figures. “I’m still learning to draw people.” Katie said, scooting to Solene’s side. Then, one by one, she pointed at the figures on the paper Solene held on top. “This is Grandma, this is you, this is Mommy, and this is Uncle Atlas!” She said, proud of herself. Solène raised a brow. “That’s good. You almost got our faces right.” She laughed.

The one I got for my birthday that I haven't touched until now, a very thick book might I add, filled up in less than three weeks. I decided to draw all the Marvel characters that I wanted to like Ironman, Spider-Man, Captain America, Black widow, and Black Panther. I also did a detailed drawing of my ring. I can't get over it. I did a drawing of the reveal of our wedding picture. Like when he first saw me. I love that picture. If I were to look back on that picture when I was suffering from dementia I would think it's real. I did other things too. Like one page is my 'warm up page'. I use that page to do random things to help me think. I drew all the books I read. The Twilight series on one

Hopefully, she saves herself and me the stress and just tells me what she had on her mind. "I like the ones where..." She gulps and tugs on her bottom lip. "I have a butt plug in my ass." Her legs press together and she pushes herself back into my chest. My imaginations are wild. I don't just stop at drawing what I see. I also envision what I would like to happen and draw them in my sketchbooks. Recently, I've gotten obsessed with drawing Celestine with something shoved in her ass. Be it a toy or my finger.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

"Wow, you're so talented!" "But who's that?" Claire asked, eyeing the handsome face taking shape. Kia's voice sparkled with excitement. "That's Hayden." Claire was stunned. "Are you for real? Who taught you to draw like this?" Kia beamed. "Chris did., I found him drawing Miss Scott's naked frame" she said Claire's jaw dropped. "Chris draws Miss Scott naked?" Kia nodded, giggling. "He said it's his secret, and he likes her. All her images are in his head; he can draw her with his eyes closed."

“But did Cameron at least have dinner before he fell asleep?” “Of course. You know he likes his food.” Mackenzie moved to place Calista in the couch, and she noticed the drawing books and pencil crayons around her. “Why don’t you show mommy what you have been doing so far?” Calista smiled eagerly and placed the drawing book on the table, opening it to show some pictures of a small furry dog. As she opened the pages, Makenzie realized that they are all pictures of the same dog. The drawings are so detailed, the colors so realistic, that it would be difficult for anyone else to believe that a four year old drew them.

I found her up in our room, and she was at a table with a ton of papers surrounding her. I walked up behind her, and I saw a bunch of drawing for so many different things she had dress designs and house designs. I was looking at them and in shock they were all so perfect and she did all that. My mate is just amazing, and this is why everyone bragged about her to me. She finally realizes I'm behind her, and she smiles and says "done honey?" I bend down and kiss her then say," yea baby, what are all these for?" She looks down and grabs some pages and says "these are designs for dresses I want to make you may think this is weird but some our for people I haven't meant yet the women from my drea

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

Right as he was caught up in his thoughts, Kelvin felt a little tug at his sleeve and quickly turn toward the children's safety beside him. Aiden had lifted his drawing board and turned towards Kelvin excitedly. On the blank, white canvas, he drew a man and a woman holding the hands of a young child between them. The skies were blue, the grass was green and the sun was golden yellow in color in the drawing; it was a beautiful sight to be held. When Kelvin saw this, he was stunned by what he had drawn. “Aiden! Do you want to have a mommy?

"Tell me what she looks like. Do you know her name?" I shook my head negatively. "I know nothing of her. Not a name or where she's from" I sighed. "Just a second" I kissed him, turning to the bedside table. I pulled out a pen and paper. I conjured her image once again in my head and began to sketch on the paper. I sincerely hope it'll be better than the one I drew at the Castle. I drew on the paper, not leaving out a single detail. Soon I was done. I showed it to Cameron. "I'll send word out, I'll forward this drawing to several Packs and allies. Someone is bound to find out something" Cameron replied, his eyes falling on the drawing once more. He examined it briefly, before his eyes widened