just my art book lmao.

May, the fifth month, day thirteen. An excerpt from the HUB: ---------------------------------------------------- First comes belief, where nothing will ever hurt us because we've done nothing wrong. Where we think that this is our world, our turf, our place to shine. Where we're invincible. We dream happy dreams, we play, work, learn, grow, and eventually the revelation that the moon isn't following us on those dark midnight drives back "home". When we are told that the sunset is only pretty because of air pollution, and when we realize that we are, in fact, mortal. When we are taught about the true expectations of the world, and we realize that if our idols were criticized heavily, we stand no chance. The world isn't mine yet. I'll make sure it is. God is bound by belief. -------------------------------------------------- An SCP story with a bunch of OCs and a shiny new fan-made division. MORE DETAILS ON THE 'HUB' CHAPTER. ~not an 'x reader' ~no SCP ships ~please read the HUB chapter for content warnings and details.

𝓗𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓮𝓽𝓱 ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴇxɪsᴛs, ᴏʀ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀs. They all knew from experience how brutal the hotel could be. He knew first-hand the horrors of the endless antique corridors, monochromatic stairwell, the lacuna of what really happens after the midnight curfew. It was a slow, pointless ascent up the endless floors in the mundane search of an exit. The repetitiveness is corrupting of the mind, they knew. They'd all die, they knew. But repetitiveness wasn't the only thing messing with their minds, they learned. When "friend" turns against friend in a place with no escape, Locke understands that, to put it in simply, he's screwed. With an enemy on his six, he could either keep running and collapse from exhaustion, or confront the one who ruined the last shred of hope he still held for his future. He's got nothing left to lose. Oh, and a gun. Farren Caswell never liked being alone. He never liked the still silence that came with solitude, and he never wanted to experience loneliness. Thoughts were never enough to keep him company in their suffocating entirety, the words and what-ifs droning in his head like silent sirens. But when worst comes to worse, he's sure he'll be able to pull through. Right? Charlotte Klein was a simple girl in a simple world. Journaling was the one thing keeping her sane in this hellhole of a hotel. She was never special, she was never significant, and she'd die that way, too. In the dark, forgotten, nothing but a 'once upon a time'. Raphael Harley. Renegade. Kill them, kill them, kill them... Raphael Harley... that's- that's not Ralph. Oh, what the hell, that's not Ralph. Fuck. ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳˡᵘˢᵗ... 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎.

Where I post art and stuff since I unpublished my old one. Some info: I'm a self-taught artist, started really getting into art in 2020. I've been studying a little by myself, taking things one step at a time. Ask me for advice, but be wary that the techniques may only be applicable to me since I'm learning for myself, with myself, by myself. What I post: ~OC art ~Fandom art ~Some art competition entries (?) ~Requests (?) ~Maybe some ship art? Maybe? Possibly? ~Random stuff ~Whatever I feel like :) Please Ask Before: ~ Reposting art (but credit is NOT OPTIONAL) ~ Tracing for practice (yes, I find this acceptable, so long as you don't post it as your own and you give credit.) ~ Requesting art or a collab Have fun, I guess. Feel free to give me criticism and yell at me for being lazy, but don't expect for it to actually do anything to speed me up.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

This is an fanart from me and i did this for fun I also gonna add more random stuff and inside pretty much Partypooper and Partygoers. (Cus i love themXD) and it also cringe so bring your bleach and then suffer in this book >:) Oh also i will do fanart for other book creator. And design for their OC (Original charakter) in my style. Anyway hope you enjoy it ^^ Warning Cringe (mostly) To much partypooper and partygoer OC Bad artStyle And so many ship (PP X PG) So thx again for risking your eyes. And have a good day :D (Cover is mine btw) .