Botw Artwork Novels & Stories

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Finding a free table in the crowded place he sat down with Howard and Goradin for a beer. "You can say what you want of these guys, but they do know how to brew a beer" Howard remarked. "Well, I haven't tasted one in months so I wouldn't know Mark. They could serve me lemonade and sell it for beer and I would never know." Price replied with a grin. The three of them just sat back and enjoyed their well-earned refreshments. While halfway through his drink Price let his eyes go across the many pictured decorations pinned to the wall. He let his eyes rest on a black and white depiction of a soldier looking at the horizon. Over the horizon emerging towering humanoid robots carrying massive canno

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian golem." The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house.

“Inspect the tableware, Chika.” Confused by his focus on the porcelain, I stepped to the mahogany edge and picked up a heavy, custom-fired ceramic bowl. To my absolute disbelief, an elite graphic artist had printed a stylized, sharp-chinned cartoon image of my wolf form—complete with my distinct silver-tinted fur and arrogant scowl—directly onto the glaze of every plate and vessel. Thinking my vision was playing tricks due to the concussion, I picked up a platter, inspecting the border work three times.

Prompted Cory as they reached the gates of Merdenor’s castle. Hayden just smiled mischievously. He had a glint in his eyes. The huge gates before them were thrown open and they entered the castle’s grounds. Cory gasped. There was a huge sculpture depicting Cory, Hayden, Titan, Blaython and Sprout. In it, Cory was poised to shoot an arrow with the Amber Bow, Hayden was holding the Vermillion Sword, Titan was wielding the Crimson Axe, Blaython was mid-roar and Sprout had his tiny arms akimbo from where he stood on Titan’s shoulder.

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

I smirked at Benny and lifted a boot. "You own like ten pairs of them." He shrugged. "I think they look hot. You know," he said thoughtfully, "nude in boots would make some delicious portraits." He nodded quickly. "Your body and your boots. Am I right? I want to do it. I can light it very dark and cast the boots in color. You have so many different shades yellow, pink, green, blue, red. They'll look brilliant. Just art, nothing overt" He looked at me. "Will you do it, Bree?" "Well... sure I will. If you think it'll make good pictures, then of course I'll sign a release for my boots." I stuck my tongue out at him. "My mother will have a coronary." I waited for Ben's sarcastic comment. "Your m

“Twenty thousand!” The hammer struck. “Sold!” Jayden bowed with a grin, collecting applause like oxygen. I couldn’t help but smile. This was the version of my brother that made sense: wild, talented, and unapologetically himself. Then came his final artwork. “This one,” he said, “is my heart.” It was a portrait, two wolves, one white and one black, their heads touching at the center. It was raw. Honest. And painfully beautiful. “Starting bid, thirty thousand!” the announcer called.