Novel & Cerita Black Hat Fan Art

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Which I got them, after all I rarely does something like so, If I were to be honest, all the Black Skull stamp company that is under me, were all products and supplier that I brought to Fantasma. Although all of the company looks like a charity case from me, but to me the companies actually essentials for Aeternum. To others, It was just looked like me trying to do something nice once in awhile and actually it’s just looked like that but it does very useful to me, and their perceptions, I don’t have any intentions to change them.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

After a long pause, she asked in a small, tentative voice, "It's really for me?" He nodded. The toy was identical to the rabbit plush that had been torn. Graham's expression softened for once. "Cami didn't mean to tear your toy. This is her way of making it up to you." Kira blinked, confused by what he meant. Then he continued, "The school's holding an art contest in a few days. Would you mind giving your spot to Cami?" Her smile froze in place. She looked at the toy in her hands, realization dawning. This wasn't a gift. It was an exchange. A bribe.

“Rest. You’ll need your strength for the Blackmoor board meeting.” I watched the door click shut and immediately moved to my desk. I grabbed my charcoal pencils and my sketching tablet. My mind wasn't on pack wars or mating bonds—it was on the sharp lines of hockey jerseys and the branding of the Blackmoor Wolves. I sketched until my fingers went numb, pouring every ounce of the betrayal I felt into the aggressive, dark designs of the team’s new armor. The portfolio was finished within the week. I sent it to Apex Syndicate, the elite design firm that handled the visual identity of the Mafia-league hockey teams.

“Limited edition painting. If you wanna buy it, you gotta place a bid. Or, get them for free if you sign up for the club.” He shrugged, feeling victorious. The people were silent, unsure of what to say. Malorie stepped forward, still gaping at the painting. “You…” she began. “It’s marvelous, isn’t it?” Cain boasted. “It’s...marvelously bad!” Malorie exclaimed. “What the hell is this?” She pointed at the painting consisting of stick figures in different colors. The shapes were off, looking like an artwork by a kindergarten student. “This is comic art!” Cain claimed. “This looks as if a child drew it!” she hissed. “This isn’t how you make a comic strip!”

fan club into a global phenomenon, she decided to capitalize on the craze by launching a series of NFTs (Non-Fungible Tokens) based on her "Alpha-in-law." She commissioned a notoriously eccentric digital artist who specialized in "abstract emotionalism." The resulting NFTs were a series of bizarre, vaguely wolf-shaped blobs of clashing neon colors that looked nothing like Jack. They were, by all objective standards, hideous. The launch was widely considered a flop.

I snorted. He grabbed another drawing. Then another. Then his eyes widened. “LISA. This one is… GOD. And this one… damn. And this….is that a….. “ Can you just speak clearly? “ I asked clearly annoyed. “ Is this even wearable? Actually, who cares, it’s gorgeous…” I covered my face. “Brian, stop.” “No. I will not stop. These are insane.” He held up a black sheer piece. “This is illegal.” “Good.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

They’re standing to the side, giving me an unobstructed view of the painting. Like Nila’s other art, it’s mostly in shades of gray and black, but the shapes here are sharper, easier to recognize. The bottom part shows piles of rocks, parts of buildings, and other debris. White smoke clouds are scattered throughout. Above the central pile of debris, there’s a tall figure with huge devil horns. The figure is also black and gray and holds a large sledgehammer in his right hand, as if he’s about to swing it. The figure’s face is hidden behind a huge red helmet shaped like a wolf’s jaws, and a long red cloak floats behind him. It’s impressive. “Why is he destroying everything?” I ask, unable to t