Art Stories

Han Jisung lives in a world without clear faces. After an accident damaged his eyesight, everything around him became blurred - lights, colors, people, and places. But even if his eyes fail him, his ears never do. Jisung lives quietly through music, writing songs, composing melodies, and believing that while people may leave, music never will. In a university full of talented and confident students, Jisung remains in the background, unnoticed, unheard, and mostly alone - and he has learned to be okay with that. Lee Minho lives in a completely different world. Known as the most popular and attractive boy in the university, Minho is admired wherever he goes. A talented dancer with confidence, charm, and a life full of attention, Minho is used to people looking at him, wanting him, and remembering him. He has everything - popularity, friends, talent, and beauty - and he knows it. When Han Jisung, the boy who cannot see clearly, accidentally bumps into Lee Minho, the boy everyone sees, their worlds quietly collide. Jisung walks away without ever looking at Minho's face, and for the first time in his life, Minho is noticed by someone who has never really seen him at all. Sometimes, love doesn't begin with eye contact. Sometimes, it begins in blurred lines.

It was the year 845 when the wall of Shiganshina broke. You were a pretty normal girl, with a average life till that day. You were there and saw everything. You now knew the horror of the titans. You thought you lost three friends you made that day, but years later, you meet them again. You found your will to protect others, you wanted to change something in your world, so you choose to fight. But fate wasn't on your side, that was something that you got to learn throughout your life. And fate was also not on Eren's side. „we will stick together, you promise right?" But will you be able to change the fate you all were doomed for? Ok so this story will follow the original plot of Aot. Of course I will change some things. So I do not own any of the Aot characters, they belong to hajime isayama. Just the added characters are mine and the plot I did. So don't reuse without my permission! And this is just the second story I'm writing, so please don't judge! ~L

This is basically an art book where I post my own art works and headcanon's for each of the Inanimate Insanity, Bfdi, It's Time For The, etc. cast! I will also share my own or others OC'S as well, so be aware of that. Please respect everything that is posted here! This is supposed to be a safe space for me and others! ;3

Wednesday fanfic by BloodyWritingPen Morella is an Addams, a distant relative on her mothers side, not an unusual situation. However being adopted into the main family makes her a bit more mysterious. Her arrival at nevermore is marked by many things including death and stares. Her time at the new school is filled with new things, things she's never experienced and things that make her skin crawl and her blood boil. A lot of treacherous paths lay before her however, just how will she handle them... "Potatoes aren't poisonous," My brows furrowed again, "yes they are, Eggplant and potatoes are nightshades, so are tomatoes," I popped the fry in my mouth as he looked at me, sort of frozen, "what... I'm sorry, hold on a minute, you eat them because they're poisonous?" . All For Not by BloodyWritingPen OC & Reader version on Ao3

Comics of other stories and fanfics I have read

Clara Reyes has been expelled from more schools than she can count. Tough, angry, and unwilling to trust anyone, she moves to Los Angeles with only one rule in mind: don't get attached. But then she meets Billie. Annoying, stubborn, way too kind for her own good-and the first person Clara can't seem to push away. Feelings scare Clara more than fights ever could. So when her walls start to crack, she does the only thing she knows: hurt before she can be hurt. Caught between her destructive habits, a broken family, and a girl who refuses to give up on her, Clara has to face the one thing she fears most. Love. "Why is it so hard for you to just admit you care?" she asked. "Because I don't," I lied again, sharper this time. She frowned. "You know, you keep saying you don't care about anyone, but everything you do screams the opposite."

ပြတ်သားတဲ့ခရိုနီတစ်ဦးရဲသားဖြစ်ပေမယ့် မပြတ်သားတဲ့ male lead နဲ့ အနုပညာကျောင်းကိုတောင်မှ scolarship နဲ့တက်နေရတဲ့ ပန်းချီဆရာမလေး။

Certains de mes dessins :)

You find anything about the characters in this story I made! ----- Series idea, and OCs -©️- Me

by ilexuv

damn we in double digits now. enjoy??😭 Started - February 18, 2025 Ended - ???

I see you're falling deep for me Baby, yes, I'm all you'll need 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙤 © itsalittlesunny

"El arte nace de la imaginación, de esas ideas que parecen pequeñas pero que, con creatividad y dedicación, pueden transformarse en algo único. Cada trazo, cada color y cada detalle cuentan una historia distinta, porque el arte no tiene límites ni reglas fijas: solo necesita una mente dispuesta a crear y un corazón lleno de inspiración. Así, entre ideas, colores y creatividad, descubrimos que cualquier cosa puede convertirse en arte cuando dejamos volar nuestra imaginación." 17 / O3 / 26 OO / OO / 26

LILY JAMES WYATT has spent her entire life in a small town in Vancouver, Canada. She's awkward, shy, and hates being the center of attention. Shes the opposite of him. MACKLIN CELEBRINI was born for the spotlight. Drafted first overall, he was destined to be hockey's newest rookie. They grew up side by side, and somewhere in growing up too fast, their friendship became something deeper. MACKLIN CELEBRINI X FEM OC ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ CHILDHOOD LOVERS 🧸

Phea loves Art but hates The Artists. Paintings are her comfort, her silent companions....soft strokes that speaks what words never could.🌷 But she hates the people who create them... because a betrayal shattered her trust and respect for them. "He abandoned everything he ever claimed to love."💔 She vowed never to forgive the artist who lied and broke her beliefs--- or any of his kind. "An artist can never love their art. Never"⚜️ Years later, fate brings someone in her life...to fulfill a wish... whispered in a different realm. Ian Jewel. A boy with paint-stained hands and a heart full of colors. An artist... brilliant enough to melt the ice castles Phea has build around her. Two souls bound by destiny, pulled together by a red thread only universe could see. She fell for him without knowing his full identity. And when the truth unveiled, she tried to step back... but it was too late. Every rule she wrote begins to blur like wet paint. "If I can't control what I FEEL, then I will control what I WANT, WHOM I want."✨ And for first time, she decided to claim both - the Art and The Artist.🥀

400 chapters wasn't enough so time to make another 200.... hahah... :,) -Yeah go read the first 2 books first TRUST me u CANNOT read this alone you will have NO context TOT

A re-do of my old all about me that I deleted (๑-﹏-๑) ▄︻デ══━一

A week-long educational trip to the ruins of a forgotten kingdom was supposed to be nothing more than another assignment for art student Yang Jungwon. Instead, he finds himself haunted by things he cannot explain. A scent that leaves his heart aching. Ancient halls that feel strangely familiar. And a cold, distant literature student whose eyes make him feel as though they've met somewhere before. As old paintings, hidden letters, and stories long buried beneath the ruins begin to surface, Jungwon is drawn into a mystery far older than himself. But some histories were forgotten for a reason. And some loves... once brought kingdoms to ruin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A dual-timeline slow-burn romance where the past remembers what the present has forgotten. Tags: Fantasy • Mystery • Romance • Reincarnation • Historical • Angst

Words have the power to heal , to shift our perspective , and to bridge the gap between our hurts and hope . This collection was born from months of writing through different seasons of my life , kept clean and close to the heart . It is a journey of seeing God not just as a ruler on a throne , but as a Father with open arms - full of grace , kindness , and unwavering love . I hope these poems remind you that you are never walking alone .

a book full of my terrible art