Art Stories

There are Gods who take care of the world, twelve to be exact. They are powerful beings whose lives are essential to their world's survival. But when these Gods disappear, who is left to carry the torch? Why, but their very own children of course. With their parents gone, they are suddenly the sole caretakers of their world and many others. Will they be able to live up to challenge, or fail to prevent a catastrophe? A Gods au inspired by Crowned ii-childrenofgods-au on tumblr There will be ships in this, or at least implied ships. TW overall for: swearing, death, fictional war, and religious themes/trauma

it was an ordinary day in New Eridu, when suddenly giant screens appear everywhere, and a mysterious looking entity starts showing images. zenless zone zero belongs to Hoyoverse, and all images used belong to their respective artists.

කව්න්ටර් දෙකෙම පොලිමනේ සොනාරා නම් හිටියේ මට පිටිපස්සේ මං ශේප් එකේ ෆොන් එක අරන් වෙලාව බැලූවා 2.37 යි. විනාඩි 5ක් විතර ඉදලා, ඉස්සරහා හිටපු කෙනා මාක් කරාට පස්සේ මං කාඩ් එක දුන්නා. " නම ? " " නම? " " රුවින්ද්‍ය කාවින්දි යසස්බාණ්ඩාර" " රහුල් අභිමේඝ ලොකුආරාච්චි " කව්න්ටර් දෙකන්ම එකපාර නම් ඇහෙද්දී . මට එ පැත්ත බැලුනා. එයාත් මං දිහා බලාන් ඉදලා තියෙන්නේ මගේ ඇස් වගේම එ මුරාණ්ඩුකාර ඇස් ගැස්සුනා එ ඇස් කෙලින්ම ගියේ මගේ දකුණු පැත්තේ නළලේ තිබ්බ කැළල ගාවට. Start : 15/03/2026 End : ....

Kushi Gupta arrives at Shantivan carrying the weight of an old betrayal and a determination to keep her distance from the family who changed her life forever. But the past rarely remains buried, and sometimes the path we take to escape our wounds leads us somewhere we never expected to belong.

"I hope our art will always translate into words the other can understand..."

"It's a sin," Jungwon whispered. They were the heirs of two kingdoms that had spent centuries at war. They were supposed to hate each other. They were supposed to kill each other. Instead, they kept finding reasons to be alone. Jongseong looked at him. "Then let me be your sinner." And that was how the war began. Because some love are written in sin; Yet feel like salvation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A dual-timeline slow-burn romance where the past remembers what the present has forgotten. Tags: Fantasy • Mystery • Romance • Reincarnation • Historical • Angst

(twilight fanfiction) "𝓘'𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓘 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂." She was the flightless bird, who could no longer reach the stars to allow the moon to catch her. He was a boy born with a guitar in his hands, who let his music translate his thoughts. And she was the muse behind his most tragic ballad. - mentions of triggering subjects. 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 : 11 February 2026 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮 : to be announced 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 : Wednesdays ocxoc

"Aapke toh naam ka matlab hi rang hai, Abeer ... aur aap mere liye sbse khubsurat rang ho " ~Kashvi Sinha She spent her life filling blank canvases with colors. He spent his life trying to find meaning in shades he could never fully see. Kashvi Sinha and Abeer Roy were never alike. One painted emotions, while the other turned them into music. Yet fate kept bringing them back to each other through moments that felt far too ordinary to become memories. But can two people truly belong in the same story when they experience the world so differently? Because life has a strange way of hiding its harshest truths behind its happiest moments. Some people don't stay forever. They stay just long enough to change the way forever feels. A Shade Called You is a bittersweet story of friendship, love, dreams, loss, and the shades we leave behind in the hearts of those we love. 💌

Elaine Brown has spent most of her twenty-three years in hospital rooms - a girl with a failing heart and too much light in her soul to sit still. The nurses call her sunshine, the doctors call her stubborn, and her best friend calls her trouble. To Elaine, the hospital isn't just where she lives - it's her universe. A place she fills with laughter, pranks, and stories so she doesn't have to think about the ticking in her chest. When a quiet, brooding new patient named Calian is assigned to share her room, Elaine sees it as an opportunity for friendship. He sees it as a nightmare. But the more she talks (and talks... and talks), the more she chips away at the walls he's built around himself. Calian is an artist whose lungs are failing him - a boy who's running out of air but still finds a way to make beauty out of what's left. Together, they navigate the strange rhythm of life inside four white walls: laughter through pain, hope through fear, and love in the unlikeliest of places. But hospitals are full of goodbyes, and Elaine knows that some stories are written in breaths, not chapters. Still, she believes in one thing with her whole, fragile heart - that even when life hurts, there's always art in the act of staying alive. A story about life inside hospital rooms - about friendship, loss, art, and the fragile beauty of still being here.

Here's the version of the Hope Hollow bios! There's special things in their descriptions! Hope you all have a great day/night, and stay safe! ----- Series idea, and OCs -©️- Me

#1 in Instruments (02/20/26) #3 in Anxious (02/20/26) #1 in YouandMe (05/02/26) *Slowburn/Mentions of Mental Health/Grief* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was so sure of his feelings 'til that day. It was sudden. And after that chance encounter, it confirmed what he thought was just a crush that'd eventually fade away, to be something else. Now, he knew that she was so much more special to him than he had ever thought. She wasn't sure what had happened that day. It was unexpected. He was so kind and so gentle, and they were mere acquaintances. More surprisingly, she didn't know why she'd felt so comfortable around him so easily. Let alone so quickly. Who knew sitting at a bus stop could lead to so much?

✎ 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 💖I·ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ . . . . . . . . . When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade, get mad! I don't want your damn lemons! What the hell am I supposed to do with these!? Demand to see life's manager, make life rue the day it thought it could give Miles 'Tails' Prower lemons Do you know who I am?! I'm the one who's gonna burn your house down, with the lemons I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down! Sonic belongs to ©𝚂 𝙴 𝙶 𝙰 𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚┊カイラ #ꮶꭺꭹꮮꭺꮐꭱꭼꭼɴ ┊Best rankings #943 - shadow #928 - amy #16 - artbook #207 - art

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How is it already number 8?! 😳 Started on: 20 Jan 2026 Completed on: ? ⚠️ DO NOT COPY, TRACE, STEAL & REPOST MY WORKS ⚠️ ANY SPAM, RUDE & OFFENSIVE COMMENTS WILL BE BLOCKED & DELETED

Being and only child and artist of the house, Ishwari Thakur was living peacefully with her family. A subtle, middle class life in the buzzing streets of Mumbai. When her parents' decide to arrange her marriage with an wealthy businessman she hesitated but agreed as her parents' choices mattered to her more than anything. But she doesn't know that this marriage will change her life forever. And there is Bernard Célestin, a writer in passion and profession, who doesn't even know that who his soulmate is, if he will even ever meet her, but feels for her anyway And there is Radhika and Aakash. Complete chaos. Work in the same office. Competitive. But yeah, not jealous. Makes for each other in work. Hate each other from the core. But yeah, there's something we shouldn't know about them. It's a secret. And let it be.. Two souls, two different places, two different mindset, bounded by fate, destiny and most importantly love. Two souls, never meant to get together. Two souls, who never wanted to get close to each other, two souls who found home in each other.

@KingDariusII YOU ARE BANNED LEAVE RIGHT NOW- anyway, this is a collection of art i made :)

A Graphic Shop by Scarlett. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStatus: Closed.

What happens when a woman who hates artists more than anything ends up falling for one? Phea Luna, the owner of a famous Art gallery. She loves Art.... Paintings are her comfort, her silent companions. 🌷 But the tragedy is that she despises the very hands that create them. "An artist can never truly love their art." She had clung to that belief for years... shaped by a past trauma. Until she met Ian Jewel. An artist, with paint-stained hands and a heart, full of pride for his profession. Ian's kindness slowly melts the Ice castle Phea has built around her, and without realizing it, she starts falling for him. But there is one thing neither of them knows about each other- Their true identities. And when the truth is finally unveiled, Phea tried to step back...but it was already 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 the first time, she decides to claim both- the Art and the Artist. 🥀

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She is a monster. She knows that... and it's eating her from the inside. As she drowns, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss, she hopes that maybe, just maybe, someone would reach out for her... ----- The sun hits her face as she imagines the laughter of her village once she arrives back home. That same village that took her in all those years ago, no matter how many horrid details she revealed about her past. They were her only family, the only people who gave her a reason to live and exist happily and peacefully. She owed everything to them, especially her own life. That's why she vowed to destroy herself once she dealt with the World Government, the even more horrid people that did this to her village, that forced her to do unimaginable things all because she was a useful asset made by Vegapunk. She was the last stain, the last memory of the World Government, and to eliminate them completely she needed to eliminate herself too in the end. The World Government called her a miracle. The people who suffered because of her called her a monster. Yes, it was a sunny day, a sunny day in her village now tainted with red and the smell of blood. She did this. Her existence did this. She... she is to blame for each and every one of their deaths. Her presence truly brought destruction to all... Freedom without control is chaos. Control without freedom is oppression...