I'm alive.

Just partially alive, but still. I'm here, live and drawing... a little apart from my dear games since I discovered the hallucinogen of PINTEREST, with which I've been fangirling, stalking and having monoparental attacks over several fandoms. However, I'm mostly unchanged: Joha's boss, Peeta's love, and I was caught stealing a yellow marker 'cause I really wanted it and I couldn't have possibly known that black ball thing was a 360 degree camera.

By the way, being officially in the H13YO cathegory of people, I have already pre-ordered my very own copy of ballad of songbirds and snakes that comes out aproximately six months from now. Do I care it's not in my mother tongue, and so I won't be able to get that natural, fresh sensation of innocence and cluelessness before the plot? Absolutely not. In the deepest, it aches, because I still can feel those summer nights when my heart cringed and swelled with the perfectly recognizable, perfectly understandable... spanish words of the first three books... oh, no... it's coming... 

¡¡¡VIVA ESPAÑA, COÑO!!! 

Yeet, what a tongue of mine. 

You don't choose thirteen life, thirteen life chooses you.

  I just adore bald Johanna. She's cuter than usual about everything (especially Finnick). By the way, I just woke up from Finnick slumbers. How odd, I barely think of Finnick. That's actually the best part of weekends, isn't it? Being able to dream. I was in a kind of shelter in the middle of a huge pool and he was running from me 'cause I wanted to enclose him down in some weird Tartarus. Whatever, here's your stuff.

I actually read more books.

  Yeah, well, discounting the fact I only enjoy books that share a catastrophic amount of similarities with the hunger games, I do read other ones! So I just came across the second volume of this britty-ass chickie Vic James' dark gifts series, and then realized that some years ago I had actually read the first one. So I looked for it in the Shelf of In and Never Out, and it was freaking there! Half its way to rot, because I remember reading the two thirds of it on top of a tree and the other third on a train, but it was freaking there! The case is, I read it again and damn it looked like the hunger games! I mean, apart from the dystopia-young slavitude-rebellion thing that seems to be in every single BFH13YO (books for hormoned thirteen-year-olds), there's this girl Renie that is fucking Rue. Even the names look the same! Anyway, I'm glad to finally get interested in something that's actually ongoing, and not dead as Finnick...
  So I made a sum-up of the first book gilded cage while I bored my guts out inside a classroom.

  November 22nd update: I'm back! I went through the second book now, and I have to say it was a little less family-friendly than the first one. I mean, I was in a website where some girl asked the author about blood and dirty thingies in the gilded cage, and she actually replied assuring there wasn't almost anything that a 13-year-old couldn't stand. Well, it seems like that clean facade went down with tarnished city, because oh boy was it dirty... Stands out whatever company publishing those books can't leave a trilogy hanging. She took advantage of that, surely.
  However, anyone that has read just one of my comics knows I'm not afraid to draw blood, so there it goes.
 P.S.: just saying, I managed to fit thirty-one boiis in one crap quarter of a paper sheet. I rock.
 P.P.S.: please silyen stop cutting yourself.

  December 12th update: I guess I'm now done with these boiis. I couldn't manage to find a spanish translation for the third book bright ruin so I got the original english one from the Archon of Mostly All Zillions of Objects Namable, aka Amazon. Yeah, this' why I haven't been drawing recently. Man, BFH13YOs hook me up like crazy! And, I must say, the ending for this one was just... precious. Say I hadn't surrendered all sort of human emotion to the Queen's hail years ago; I swear every dehydrating kid in the damn Salahari would've gotten their very own water park made from my tears. If I wasn't bottom-dipped into depression just yet, well there I head. Oh boy, I haven't shipped anything so hard since freaking johinnick, and if I had it was definitely not a gay couple... But it's not just the fact that they did kiss, but what happens right in the very last page... He... he... he goes with him... through the door!!! (okay that sounded less utterly irrelevant in my head) He sacrificed himself to wipe off power, but then... then he came back for him!!! And he left!!! He left forever with him!!!
  ¡¡¡Esto es peor que tobi el niño con alas!!!
  Gee, sorry.

  Oh, oh, just one last thing, I swear. I'm just mind collapsed with these books, but this will be the last one (lies).

¡¡¡ASÍ NOS LAS GASTAMOS EN MILLMOOR, ZORRA!!!

silyen has a healthcare fetish because i have assumed complete property of his character for my nightime fantasies

the preciousness of a boy kissing his dead brother's forehead. i'm perfectly sane.

these boys trynna play queens but they're gay af

heh, funny

someone please stop my comic rage

Soft kitty.

Gale keeps on screwing it.

  Just give up already, little fawn.

  I just had to make the easy joke, even though I haven't used any of those social chickie sites once.

Butterfly effect.

   Butterfly effect, apart from something everyone talks about when wanting to look cult, is a damn wicked curse in every single story plot. I mean, look at these until dawn (we love u rami) or life is strange (who cares bout that blue-headed bitchie) or life is strange two (marry me finn) honeybees, all dyin' around like stupid because you flipped yourself the wrong way while sleeping. Look at my hunger games, boy! Imagine, say, Haymitch hadn't upset Effie messing with her hair on the reaping, and thus she would've been in the mood to play with the boys' urn as she did the girls'. She would've stirred the slips and my good old Malarkey would've returned home that very afternoon, safe and sound. And what's the plot without him around? Katniss climbing trees and dying after Cato finally realises they can just burn the wasp tree down? Crappy. No love story. No rebellion. No Johanna. And all because Haymitch was not drunk enough to displace Effie's headset. See? Butterfly.

The Unnamable.

 Well, there's a good load of divine content for you, sweetie. I know, I know, it's intense. But I came with some stuff to lighten the hit. There you have the soft munchies.

Johinnick n stuff.

  Seriously, this ship is sickly adorable.

It's Mags time.

  You had any idea this was up? I've been hyping all summer, you know. And got some months to go yet... Still can't believe it's all about Mags. I mean... Mags? "The ballad of songbirds and snakes", I think it's called. And may you say it's not confirmed it's about Mags, but you just need to do the math to realize she was sixteen when the prequel took place. Sixteen. The wicked age of the reaping (boy, every victor was damn sixteen when they won, except for little Finnick).  I have reasons to believe it's all about her, and it's not what I would've expected. But I'm not gonna complain, since it will probably contain Finnick and Annie and Mason and Mason... and, well, most importantly, it will probably bring hunger games back to life! And I won't be alone anymore! And people will read my blog! No, maybe I've stepped over the line a little.

You realized that?

  Did you notice that, m'babbie? It certainly took me a while to figure out. Great Goddess Johanna was named after one of the Collins' edition dudes! Jeez, I just have to meet that guy someday... he better be at least an eighth part as great as the Queen to deserve her name! That's what you get for reading the acknowledgements, apart from the satisfaction to know that Katniss only had Peeta's babbies because the Collins has got two kids of her own. Phew, for a moment I got to think that bow hoe actually ended up loving m'boii...

I'm reading Mockingjay.

If you hadn't noticed.

Poor Gale.

Well, not actually poor at all. I mean, he's been a jerk, but not so much of a jerk to deserve this. Or has he? However, someone had to be the simpathetic guy who gets fiercely bullied by his friends. Like some sort of Rajesh Koothrappali, but without the black jokes.

Dead memes.

These memes are absolutely perished, six-feet-underground. I mean, they're hunger games memes with dead formats like the Tide pod one. But since I'm partly dead too, I don't really care about it.

More comics 'cause I forgot.

Dude, I drew so much that I don't even remember what I drew. Better pile this black notebook soon.

Comic feast.

You wanted comics? Have 'em!

You never asked for comics because no one ever reads this blog or even likes hunger games anymore? Have 'em anyway!

Hello mister postman, bring me a post... er.

It took me a day to draw this crap. I miss being able to be asked what I've done in a day and answer I've drawn one picture. It reeks like excessive free time and poor time management. I love it. 

Verbose.

¡Últimos días de verano! ¡Pasotismo absoluto respecto a todo lo que me rodea! ¡Hojas de cuadritos! ¡Lengua natal en la que no dependo del traductor de Google para articular una frase! La respuesta abismalmente obvia a esta combinación es esta maravilla:

Coincidence?

   Well, the hunger games trilogy is house of love triangles, isn't it? Everyone knows about the main one—Katniss, Peeta and Gale—, but there are actually more of them spread over the books. Little ones that no one notices, but that we the masonians take care of examining.
   I've come to realize that, despite being completely different characters, Johanna and Clove Kentwell—the girl tribute from District 2 on the 74ᵗʰ hunger games—share the exact same love triangle (or not. We might have made up some of the triangles, but they seem pretty accurate to us).
   They both love one boy (Finnick and Cato, respectively) that utterly friendzones them to be with another girl (Annie and Glimmer, though Cato actually being in a relationship with Glimmer is not true. She's just a cunt, and Cato loves da legs). They both use another boy to drown their pities (Gale and Marvel). Not loving them, but basically using them as a snot rag. Oh, and they're both flat-chested. It has nothing to do with the triangles, but it's another detail that bonds them together.
   By the way, the fact that they have practically the same face in the comic is not one of their similarities. I'm just a drawer with the same-face syndrome.

Johinnick bit.

Here we have two possible situations:
  —Someone (most likely to be Chaff) made a really bad joke...
  —Someone (most likely to be a capitol escort of one of the tributes) tried to hit on Finnick...
...and Johanna is about to slaughter them, while Finnick holds a chuckle.

And yeah, the marker got a little dry up the corner.