Attack On Titan Drawing Novels & Stories

My throat tightened so badly it hurt. "Blair." I whispered. Something else lay beside them, a piece of paper, no, a drawing. I picked it up carefully. It was a picture of a girl standing between two stick-figure adults. All three holding hands. My vision blurred. Me. Blair. Her mother. The drawing was messy, the lines too sharp made by a tired hand, a scared hand, a child’s hand. My knees touched the floor before I even realized I’d fallen, I held the small shoe to my chest, shaking.

Theodora opened the gray folder, where there were many papers in the same drawing pattern. Tessa noticed that Agatha always draws someone under a tree. And from a distance, she drew other people being together. Tessa tried to digest the meaning of the picture Agatha made, and instantly she understood what it meant. "Wait, do you know what my daughter's drawing means?" Tessa reached for one of Agatha's drawings, where it was clear that she had been bullied by her friends. "No, no. I don't understand, and I'm still trying to understand it."

At the same time, he decreased the size of his drawing and increased the sturdiness of its muscle and also a weapon. It took him two seconds to change his creation for the better. “Off you go. Kill the gasoline man for me. He is your kin too. Let’s see how strong he is.” He patted his drawing petulantly. The drawing instantly jumped into the battlefield and pushed out the unrelated pests that were in the way. Orange raised his hand, creating numerous arrows above him. “These guys are like fucking stormtroopers,” he commented as he sliced his hand in the air. Shoot!

Its massive weapon arm rotated forward as energy gathered into a blazing white core. Without hesitation, the titan fired. A beam brighter than the sun ripped across the battlefield and slammed directly into the creature’s chest. The explosion lit up the entire desert. Shockwaves blasted across the landscape. The prison tower shook violently. Adrian shielded his face from the light. “Did it...” The light faded. The beam had carved a deep glowing scar across the creature’s armor. But the titan still stood. Unmoved. Its violet eyes slowly looked down at the damage. Then it lifted one enormous clawed hand.

Half-finished profiles, small studies of my mouth, my knuckles. He didn't just draw my hands. He drew the veins on my forearm. He drew the calluses on my fingers. He drew the scar on my left palm. I feel something in my chest lurch. This isn't a sketch book. It's an obsession, and I’m so here for it. I flip a page and my breath stills in my throat. It’s me, drawn from the side, on my knees. My head is bowed, my hands clasped behind my back. It’s not last night. It’s from a drill. But the focus he’s captured is all sex. The tension in my spine, the line of my ass.

Like my dad, she too didn't want me. The sky was so blue; it was as though the sea was above me. I never again saw the clear blue sky that day, for neither did my aunt want me. **Chapter 1** Saturday Evening "I'm forever amazed at how dogs are easily attached to you." Sara came to see me petting one of the dogs. I smiled as it started to lick my hands from its cage. "Rottweilers are the most dangerous and aggressive dogs, and yet you manage to tame this new and wild one with little human interaction within the moment you've gotten here," said Sara, still in wonder, watching me from behind.

Hazel ran toward them carrying her drawing. "Want to see it?" "Of course." The little girl handed him the paper. Dante accepted it carefully. Then froze. Because the drawing showed four people. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And beside them... One extra figure. A man labeled in large, childish letters: UNCLE DANTE Hazel pointed proudly at the drawing. "That's you." Dante stared at it for a long moment. Then asked softly, "Why am I there?" Hazel looked confused by the question.

One by one, the others followed, their breath held as they took in the room. It was as if time had stopped; everything remained untouched, frozen in the moment Takumi had last seen it years ago. Without a word, Tomoya pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket and knelt down, beginning to draw a pentacle on the dusty floorboards. Jay and Ruby watched with a mix of fascination and dread, recognizing the intricate design from the descriptions Takumi had given Tomoya. The tension in the room grew palpable, each line of the pentacle bringing them closer to whatever dark forces awaited.

“Go on. I’ll wait for you.” What? When Carol saw him sitting in front of her, she felt her mind going blank. She had to draw sexy sleeping wear in front of him?! “How am I supposed to draw with you sitting here?” “You can draw whatever you want and however you like it.” With a nonchalant expression, Titus crossed his legs and took out a lighter from his pocket. With a click, fire lit up. He was using the lighter Carol gave him. Titus took a puff and exhaled. He leaned back against the chair and looked into Carol’s eyes. “What’s wrong? No inspiration? Should I help you get some?”

She sat on the two seated chair and look round the room,just then her eyes landed on a drawing,it was a drawing of the alpha,he look so fierce as he hold his sword with a frowny face,she noticed the green head of wolf that was at the side of his neck,she suddenly felt the urge to touch it and she wondered if the tattoo on his neck was real or was just drew for fancy. She stood up as she stared intensely at the drawing,she suddenly notice how cute her mate was,tho the drawing reduced his cuteness but he was still cute,his eye on the left was covered with his long hair,making him look like a badass, little sweat were dripping down his face.his a perfect piece of art work. .