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Paintings of an Empath

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After 18, you will get to see your life is just repeating cycles of the same storyline, atleast in my case. And in this strange traumatic and numb life I do painting only in three emotional states. To begin with the first state is happiness, which is usually when I get to befriend someone. Then it's guilt, I create paintings for the people I hurt with a lot of guilt and as a form of repentance I make them an artwork. The last emotional state that brings out the best creative side in my artworks is when I am CALM.
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊 ni mavisjeon

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years. (First few chaps have fetus writing.)

Shooting Stars 💫 ni takiyaan

It feels like we are in hell when we are all alone.. When we leave our bestfreinds and start for a new life... When everything seems to be new.... All the unfamiliar faces.... New College.. New teachers... New Routine.. New life... Some people find it special and interesting.. My life was boring until I encountered someone special.. 💜

yoon jeonghan || The abyss and the dawn ni svtimagination

Jeonghan x reader -☀︎○・°•°○°• Abyss and Dawn -☀︎○・°•°○°• In the depths of the abyss, where shadows dwell, A girl once bright, now lost in a spell. Her heart consumed by the endless night, Her soul a prisoner to the absent light. The world around her, silent and still, Echoed the weight of her sorrow's will. Yet through the darkness, a flicker was drawn- Her husband, the keeper of her dawn. He carried the sun in his gentle embrace, A beacon of warmth in the coldest space. With every step, his light would mend, The cracks of despair she couldn't defend. His voice a melody, soft and clear, Chasing away her deepest fear. His love, unyielding, a radiant glow, Illuminating the depths she'd come to know. Though the abyss still lingered, vast and wide, He stood steadfast, always beside. For even in darkness, love can be found, The dawn will rise when hearts are bound.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐅 ni purpleu9597

In the heart of a bustling city, where ambition and dreams intertwine, lives a man whose voice is his art. Jeon Jungkook, a mute painter, has spent his life mastering the language of colors and brushstrokes, conveying emotions that words could never capture. Each canvas he creates speaks volumes-of love, pain, hope, and longing. Despite his silence, he is far from unnoticed, for he owns a prestigious art museum where his masterpieces draw admirers from around the world. It is his sanctuary, a place where his soul finds expression. Kim Taehyung, is his stark contrast-a fierce, brilliant lawyer who has never lost a case in her two years of practice. Her words are her weapons, sharp and precise, and her reputation in the courtroom is unmatched. She's known for her unyielding determination, her ability to outmaneuver any opponent, and her unwavering commitment to justice. Her life is structured, driven by logic and law, until she crosses paths with the silent artist. As their worlds collide, she finds herself drawn to the depth of his unspoken words, and he is captivated by the fire in her eyes. In the silent echoes of his art and the powerful cadence of her words, they discover a connection that transcends the barriers of language and law, proving that love speaks in many forms-some louder than words, and others, as quiet as a brush against canvas. Story line is mine. DO NOT COPY!! ⚠️

Whispers on Canvas (Liskook) ni SereneLK

Lisa stood before her patient's canvas, where chaotic strokes of red and black collided with raw emotion. The lady within seemed nearly invisible amid the intensity. A shiver ran down Lisa's spine as she remembered her first session with Jungkook, his pain wrapping around her like fog. Entranced by the painting, she felt its hues whisper secrets to her. "If you can't be my muse, make me yours," he had once whispered, a haunting echo in her mind. Her heart raced; she knew she couldn't cross that line. He was fragile, emerging from heartbreak. Yet here she stood, caught between desire and professionalism. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note This story touches on mild depression but will not explore it in depth. The character's experience will not be described using psychological terminology; instead, it will focus on the therapy session and its dynamics. While it may not adhere strictly to actual therapeutic methods, this is a work of fiction.

Laughter of the Remembered (In Progress) ni el_writes21

Hayley- A 23 year old woman who has been through so much in her teen years. Her struggles are unimaginable. Her life in New York is much different than her old town. She's bought a house now, across from a nice little family, with a daughter named Evelyn. Ethan- He moved to New York mere months ago, not knowing that is also where Hayley lives. Will they cross paths? What will happen when, if, they do? Will their relationship go back to the way it was before? -----------------‐--------------------------------------------------- "Hi, my names Ethan... and uhm. I'm an addict." "Hi, Ethan." "So, uhm. A lot has happened recently. I guess, you know, I could start from the beginning. I'm...uh... I'm not really sure what the beginning is, so just give me a second." God, where do I even start. Maybe I could start with he fact that the love of my life was... assaulted? But, I really don't think that's my story to share. She did that on her own. I could start with how she got pregnant. Is it really my story if I don't include some of Hayley's in it as well? I do start with that. I explain how her parents refused to let her keep her beautiful baby girl. I talk about her and Jayden. Not the assault part, but I vaguely explain the abuse. I talk about the attempt. How she hasn't spoken to me since. Fuck. 5 years. I don't even know if she tried again. Jesus christ, the last time I saw her, she was fucking bleeding out. No. Stop. Stop picturing it. I talk about how I texted her when I got out of jail. I didn't explain much, just enough so she would understand why I hadn't replied to her multiple texts. I talk about how I fell back into my habits. To be honest, it was going to happen either way. We all felt it coming. -----------------‐--------------------------------------------------- #19 in latest- 2/20/25

A Single Stroke ✔️ ni fictional_reality96

Emery Cohen loves to paint. Painting is his heart and soul; it is the very reason he exists. He believes all it takes to change the world is to add a splash of color in all the gray places. He quickly learns nothing is so simple. Emery can hardly keep his grades up. His dad is an alcoholic and his mom died when he was young. He's told he likely won't even make it to graduation. But those are only components of the gray world; something that can't consume him as long as he has a paintbrush and some paints. Living life in color means doing what you want, embracing your talents, maybe even falling in love and giving color to those in need of it. But what happens when you give all the color you have to the rest of the world? And what if the only thing that gives you color--your paintbrush--gets lost in the gray world, too? *** Started: 11/21/16 Finished: 6/21/17

Evolution ni andshesmiles

There are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have been more wrong. Love in this day and age is often confused for manipulation and abuse. The warning signs are here. The things we say will tell us everything that is wrong. You are worth more than what you think you are. It's not your fault. If they tell you otherwise, get out. Burn the bridge. Always remember someone is waiting for you to walk into their life. Someone needs you. Someone loves you. Getting away from all of the wrong people and finding the right ones could save you. I can promise you right now that it saved me. These are the journal entries and selected poems from my first experience of love that left a unpleasant taste in my mouth- quite literally. I am putting this out for the whole world to see because I hope everyone will learn from my experience. People can see. We have no excuses to continue living our lives in ignorance. ...WARNING... HARMFUL THEMES INCLUDING MENTION OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND RAPE. THIS HAS EXPLICIT CONTENT. RECOVERY AND AWARENESS IS THE PURPOSE OF SHARING. DO NOT READ IF THESE THEMES ARE OFFENSIVE OR HARMFUL TO YOU.

Plexured Hearts | Kim Mingyu ni ravencarat

There are wounds that heal. And then there are wounds that turn into something else entirely-silent, invisible things that linger beneath the skin, shaping the way a person walks, the way they love, the way they destroy. She was never meant to return. Not to this city, not to the past, not to him. But fate has never been kind to those who try to outrun it. The air still hums with his presence, a ghost she never truly buried. Here, in the empire they once dreamt of ruling together, she is no longer the girl he once knew. She is something colder, sharper-refined by betrayal, sculpted by necessity. And him? He is still power incarnate, untouchable in the way only the truly dangerous can be. But there is something in his gaze when it lands on her, something almost imperceptible. Almost. A flicker of recognition. A shadow of something that was never meant to last. This is not a homecoming. This is the prelude to a war. And in war, there are only two options: win or be destroyed.

Fragmented Blue ni ellemoonrabbit

#8LNovellaWritingMonth #NaNoWrimo2024 [COMPLETED] In an abandoned studio, K.D. is haunted by a love he can never quite hold onto. He fills canvas after canvas with images of Jang Jia, the mysterious girl in blue who once filled his life with warmth. Each brushstroke is an attempt to bring her back, to capture not just her face, but the spark that made her real to him. But no matter how many times he paints her, something is always missing-her smile never feels quite right, her gaze always distant. As he becomes more obsessed, K.D. wonders if his devotion can bring her memory to life. He's lost in his own world of endless blue, reaching for a love that might be gone forever. Can he ever truly bring her back, or will he spend his life chasing a memory that fades further with each painting? Fragmented blue by ellemoonrabbit

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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐅 cover

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years. (First few chaps have fetus writing.)

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