Artwork Stories

⚠️ DO NOT TRACE, STEAL, REPOST & USE MY WORKS FOR OTHER PURPOSES ⚠️ ANY HATE OR RUDE COMMENTS WILL BE BLOCKED & DELETED Started: Nov 19 2024 Completed:

I thought it would be a nice Idea to make this here. Ask me and my Ocs stupid questions, look at my artworks and just vibe with it. I should also mention that the interaction between the characters are mostly not canon. They awser truthfully don't worry. Cover Art is mine.

It's been seven years since the Murder Drones arrived on Copper 9. The Worker Drone population has only survived thanks to underground bunkers that have since become sprawling communities. Uzi Doorman doesn't consider that living, though. How can everyone be content with surrendering their home? Since losing her mother to those monsters, striking back has been at the forefront of her mind. But no one else seems to believe in her dream of a Copper 9 free of Murder Drones. Whether anyone believes in her or not, Uzi is determined to see her vision through and sets out on a perilous journey that brings her face to face with the boogeymen of Copper 9 and forces greater than she ever could have imagined.

2025 art

"Yn, from the moment I saved you, I knew you were meant to be mine" Disclaimer:i do not own kimetsu no yaiba ‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾。 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ 🌨️₊˚.🎧 ˚.🩵*🎐✩｡

This is my art book so yeahh uh idk what to say sooooo *explodes* Here you'll find random drawings of things I made!!

"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitz croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking his wife of course).

Hihii i needa lock-in and make a desc, but just oneshots of my ocs

Storymode version

Ehe... I guess... I am a Forsaken fan...

I'm just posting art to try and be more active :3

random shitty drawings and sketches i make

(Each chapter consist of original artworks and sketches) Chapter's revised/added illustration [19/22] ----------------------------------------------- Allyson Bluestone; a young woman that is determined to prove mysterious creatures that they exist and driven by a goal to get justice of her aunt's death, stumbled upon a hidden side of the world. Embarked with revelations, she found herself joining a secret organization, "The Dixinian Corps" - prioritizing to prevent casualties caused by non-human beings and a mysterious group called "Phantoms". She and her friends struggles through the dispersion of problems while pendulum of fate persists. -----------------------------------------------

I'll just post some spare drawing in here from time to time. I also have an IDFB au called Left on Red, so it will contain lots of art from it!

an art dump

Welcome to my gallery. It's just about me drawing different characters and doing digital sketching and having like random different forms of creativity and just different inspirations and what comes to my mind to these things and if you like it you can follow my Instagram if you don't like my drawing, can you tell me what I need to improve but be little bit nice about it😊🙂‍↕️😃

Y/n L/n, An overworked office worker who died and was sent to hell. He's somewhat polite, but unsociable, not speaking when not needed. After becoming a demon, how will Y/n deal with the world of Hazbin-Hotel? Artwork is usually mine, but the background usually isn't, currently, I will tell you if it isn't mine. Be sure to vote if you found either the art or book, 𝔼𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘. [Discontinued] If you found this story enjoyable for some god-forsaken reason, leave a comment and let me know why so that I may appeal to your odd desires one day once more somehow.

The oath- Kavya Menon stood before the mirror. On the dresser lay an old, tarnished silver locket ​She touched the cold metal, her fingers trembling not with fear, but with resolve.​"Let the roots rot," she whispered to the empty room, a vow sealed in the silence. "Let the family name burn, if that is what it takes to find the truth." ​ The resolve - Priya clenched her hand beneath her desk, her knuckles white. For a year, she had been patient.She had built a future in her mind-a house, a ring, a life where the shadows of his past couldn't reach them. ​ The fracture of shield - For years, Arjun's anger had been his shield. It was solid, dependable, and kept him warm.The anger was still there, yes. But beneath it, something more dangerous was brewing: confusion. Why was she here? Why did her presence make the air feel thin? The Artist's vision- Unseen by them all, a pair of eyes watched the drama unfold. ​In a studio smelling of turpentine and rot, They weren't photos of victims. ​They were candid shots taken from a distance. One of the woman with the secret burden. Another One of the woman with the desperate hope. One of the man tearing himself apart. ​The Killer stepped back, admiring the composition. He had been looking for a masterpiece, a subject that embodied true, raw agony. He had looked for it in struggling artists, but their pain was often performative. ​But this... this was real. ​"Why look for subjects in the shadows," he murmured, picking up his palette knife, "when the art is walking right through the police station doors?" ​He dipped the knife into the Indigo paint. ​One of them would be his next canvas.

He was a cold, calculating underworld mafia prince. She was an innocent girl caught in a world she didn't know existed. When fate brought Kim and Deva together, secrets, danger, and unspoken desire became one game. In a world ruled by power and blood, can trust survive... or will it be crushed beneath the weight of the mafia? Cover by authorjazmine

A book filled with all my OCs and fandom OCs (⁠人⁠*⁠'⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+