Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Drawing

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

The lines are dark and heavy, pressed so hard into the paper in some places that it’s torn through. There are people in the cars but they’re not drawn like people. They’re shadows, dark shapes with too many limbs, reaching toward each other or maybe reaching for help. I can’t tell which. I look at the drawing for a long moment, then at Jonah. “What’s this about, buddy?” He shrugs one shoulder, looking down at the drawing instead of at me. “Jo?” I keep my voice gentle. “Can you tell me about it?”

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

From the floor, Toby suddenly wanders over holding one of his dinosaur drawings. “Mommy.” “What?” He lifts the paper toward me proudly. “This one is the annoying man.” I blink and take the drawing automatically. It’s a dinosaur in a suit with tiny angry eyebrows. Malachi immediately loses his composure laughing while Lilith nearly falls off the couch again. Even I choke out a laugh before I can stop myself. Arthur hears the noise through the phone. “What happened?” I stare at the drawing for another second. Then against my better judgment, I take a picture and send it to him. There’s silence on the line for three full seconds.

"So you remember us.” I watched his face as he looked at the drawing. It was simple…the way all children's drawings are. Three stick figures holding hands. One tall, with dark hair like mine, and then two small ones, one with a dress and one with short hair. And next to them, a fourth figure. Tall, with dark hair like the first one. "This is you," Lia said, pointing to the fourth figure. "And this is Mommy." She pointed to the first one. "And this is me and Luca."

No breath, no movement but just a motionless body. “We've defeated her.” They laughed, preparing to call off the battle. Before they could leave the room, I launched my attack. They fell to the ground lifeless. I was so scared that I changed in the process. I have never fought against such creatures without shifting, even my experience in Roman's training. I stood up to start drawing, I laid the foundation for the drawing. I tried mapping an idea but I couldn't lay it down. The time started ticking, it's five minutes left and I wasn't even halfway through this task.

Elijah said, unable to meet her eye, "I just feared for a moment that if you saw what he had drawn, you might never look at me the same," "Never look at you the same?" She asked, calmly approaching him, "That can never happen, Elijah. Ever," Then, her eyes were on the drawing. There was a wolf with black shadows shaped like wings sprouting unnaturally from its back, and she quickly recognised it as the rogue. Its fangs were dripping with water and it was consuming some wolves underneath it. Around its throat was a chain. A fraying chain of light as if it would snap at any moment. And in the middle of everything, watching with complete horror in her eyes, was her. One of her hands reached out

I was a Saint to my mom and a slut to the men in my life. I grabbed my sketchbook and a charcoal stick. I didn't plan it. I just started scratching at the paper, the black dust staining my fingers. I drew myself not the pretty version. I drew a boy with his chest ripped open, screaming into a void. I drew giant, jagged hawks with Chadwick’s eyes and Miguel’s tattoos, literal pieces of my flesh hanging from their beaks. I pressed so hard the charcoal snapped, tearing the paper. It was the only way I could scream.

"That's what Mama tells me. Be brave even when it's hard." Darius's composure wavered. I watched his jaw tighten, his hands clench briefly before relaxing. "Your mother is very wise." "I know. She knows everything." Soren pulled a folded paper from his pocket. "I drew something. Want to see?" "Very much." Soren unfolded it carefully. Two stick figures—one large, one small. Both smiling. "That's me and Mama. It's just us two. A pack of two." Darius's hands trembled as he took the drawing in. I saw him struggle to keep breathing normally, his eyes fixed on those two simple figures.

Kaliya’s pov ________ My hands shakingly covered my mouth as I gawked at the drawing, this was really me in tge drawing, my breasts, thighs and bum was exposed on this piece of paper, I turned and saw another one that was also covered, without hesitation I lifted it’s covering, it was another naked drawing of me, but this time I was facing away. As beautiful as these drawings were they felt wrong and somewhat exciting, I gasped when I heard Lumi’s voice call out to me, I wanted to cover the drawings up but there was no time because of how close she sounded, she should not enter this room.