ODE TO THE END: ART BOOK 1ST EDITION
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ODE TO THE END is a project I've been working on since I was a teenager. I have been writing it for years but it all began as drawings and character concepts that sprung from my mind while in class. Needless to say, the writer in me flourished at the expense of my art output but I never really stopped drawing my characters. This book is the first wave of illustrations I did for ODE TO THE END: A BALLAD OF BROTHERS before, during, and after its completion. I hope you enjoy them
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growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterestConcluída![Imagines [Book One]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/108264259-256-k934635.jpg)
Imagines [Book One]
Various 'Imagines' from various fandoms. Fandoms include: Th1rteen R3asons Why, Teen Wolf, Marvel, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Twilight, True Blood, From Dusk Till Dawn, and The Covenant. Thank you to @FlamingOreos for making the cover. [Requests for this book are closed].Concluída
Apocalyptic
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𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 : 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑯𝒖𝒃𝒃) 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 (𝑰𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕), 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑼𝒏𝒔), 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒒𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏), 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕
ONE STEP(Dark Indian Romance)😏(ON HOLD)
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Our Flor
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Bound To Be
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Izzat An-Nisa (Pakistani Short Stories)
Is it not love when the two made for one another find solace in each others' eyes? When they don't hurt but rather experience joy together? When they don't burn in the embers of their passion but rather enjoy its warmth? Is it still love if the two are so madly besotted with one another than they couldn't bear to hurt the other? Is it still love if it doesn't hurt? A different kind of love. A normal kind of love. For that which burdens the character of a woman, is not love at all. Following three couples as they not only navigate love, but honor, and pride as well.Concluída
Art of Letting Go
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ideas
Just a collection of story descriptions, open for anybody to use, I'm just lazy and constantly have new ideas for story's but never finish them. So look the ideas and see if something inspires you.Concluída
growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest
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