Artgallery قصص

He was never meant to be mine. Just someone I painted. Someone I kept. From a distance that felt safe... until it didn't. - Shub 🌷

A collection of my artworks

Hey! It's been awhile, huh? Well, after a long hiatus I think it's finally time to put something out there that I can continue updating, weekly. So check it out! It's my artbook, and I'm so happy to share this stuff with you guys! This'll probably contain a bit of - Comics - Requests - Sneak peaks at my new webcomic! - OCs - Steven Universe - Deltarune - Critical Role - Homestuck and lots more! **Updates every Monday and Thursday**

She was a storm that could lead to destruction, my destruction. She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from the divine. She sees in black and white and sees in grey but loves with color.

Salutations! As you can see, this is my art book. This is where I'll place all of my digital (and possibly traditional) art. And for boredom, you ask for a drawing request. The Do's and Don't are on the Introduction. (Also be aware for cringe)

india, 2003. reader discretion advised.

Basically all of my arts posted here. (only some tho cuz I lost a lot of them 😔) I'm in quite a lot of fandom so be prepared, but most of my arts are just OC drawing or gift. (If you want to use my drawings in your story credit me)

I didn't know my heart not only beats, it speaks and it can write.

"I like broken things, half done paintings, uneven textures, worn out materials, old music, and even messy stuff. I don't have a good reason in particular to why, perhaps simply because they remind me of the soul that resides beyond my skin and bones." "Then darling, let me have the privilege of fixing those things, completing your half done paintings, smoothen the rough texture, renew the broken, sing you your favourite songs and organise the mess for you. Let me have the privilege of loving you, taking care of you. My love, allow me to love you so much that this love mends your soul." "And sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we still hope" ㅡanonymous. (all rights reserved!)

your eyes tell ( art ) you taught me that one day, the ៹ sadness will wind us together . from ky! @-KYPHOBIA © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

a oneshot featuring some of my favorite OCs :)

constructive criticism is !extremely! appreciated 👏 I'm a drarry shipper(and a bit of a harmione shipper. I like viewing their relationship as a brother and sister relationship, so take this with a grain of salt.) drawing has been my passion ever since I learned how to hold a pencil! Still worried about my young cousin (who is already 3) , because he still doesn't know suku kata and how to write ABCs... 😕 anyways enough of my rambling!--I hope you enjoy my art! I'll update whenever I get the chance :)

collection of Acrylic paintings

On the night of her first solo gallery opening in New York, Cleo Parks looks exactly where she is meant to be. At twenty-eight, she runs her family's prestigious London art empire, moves effortlessly between cities, and carries her parents' legacy with quiet grace. But the life she lives was written long before she ever chose it. The next day, over lunch in Central Park, her mother's closest friend places a final gift in her hands: a green notebook written during the last months of her mother's life - meant for Cleo only when the time was right. As she begins to read, the pages awaken questions she has carefully buried - about freedom, about courage, and about the kind of love that shapes a life without ever asking permission. And then Paul returns. Her childhood confidant. Her once inseparable companion. The only person who ever knew her before the world decided who she should become. Their paths parted years ago without explanation. Now, drawn back together by something neither distance nor pride could erase, their connection rekindles - slowly, deeply, inevitably. But love is not always about staying. Sometimes it is about walking away. Sometimes it is about loving someone so fiercely that leaving feels like the only way to survive. A contemporary romance about legacy, grief, and the quiet, relentless force of a love that never truly disappears.

My graphic portfolio.

... everything I post would belong to me with extra credit to the original drawers if I used referances... Oh! I also take requests for what I should draw too.. Ya. so...um, enjoy my art gallery! (I think I used some of the same pictures in like 2 chapters)

Two friends create graphic designs based on quotes, sayings, upcoming books etc. Cover by: @StuckInThePresent (co-owner) [Graphic Design Portfolio]

Hi! I do Art requests, covers and doodles. Feel free to ask me what to draw,I'll try my best to fulfill it. -Erika

It's a new Dark Age for the dead. When the Second Inquisition's vampire hunters hacked phone lines and computer networks to expose and destroy vampires all over the world, the elders turned to undead couriers like you. For ten years, you've raced across the desert between cities, delivering vital information and supplies. But when an old friend reappears with a plan to disrupt the blood trade across the American Southwest, everything you've built starts crashing down. Outrun the Competition. Drive, hide, or fight back! Unleash the powers of your blood in ancient Disciplines to change form, vanish from sight, or dominate the minds of your enemies. Employ blood magic, inhuman strength, and the creatures of the night to escape destruction-or just run your enemies off the road and keep driving.