Ein And Pierce Fanart Novels & Stories

"Could I have a penny, sir?" "What?" Muttered Edward distractedly, striking a match to a packed pipe. "A penny, sir- haven't eaten all day!" "That is a lie- but it seems I will not be rid of you! There, now! Ask Mrs. J for a biscuit, you're clearly after one!" And with that he pulled three pennies from the pocket of his dressing gown, throwing them irritably at the delighted lad. Mylo scrambled about the room, plucking them from the wooden floor. It was at this moment that Professor Barland chose to enter the fray, opening the door and nearly tripping headlong over the boy as he reached for a final penny tucking itself under the ottoman.

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before. "It looks as though you have quite the eye for great art", I said, giving her a subtle smile.She grinned, glancing at the portrait."Yes, I do. I am a big fan of seamus. Though he is not the type who takes the credit and comes out to the public, I love all his works and I always look forward to each new release", she said.I glanced at the artwork, a painting of prehistoric lovers, sharing a kiss while sitting on beach rock. The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area.

Maria wasn't interested in their drama and was just about to leave, but something caught her eye as she stopped. Glancing over, she saw that the fan who just wanted a signature was holding a painting. It was one of Robin's early works—a painting of a small Amaron town that had even won an award. Maria had been a fan of Robin for a long time and recognized it immediately. She had even tried to buy it once, but someone beat her to it. This piece was totally different from Robin's later works, so it was understandable that newer fans didn't recognize it. But Eleanor was denying it in public, as if it wasn't hers at all.

She said. I groaned, covering my face. “Pierce wears glasses without them he won't see the drawing, it's subtle. He probably thought it was a sticker!”I defended. Sierra cackled. “And you think that stopped him? Girl, I can see him now hunched over your diary like a Bond villain with sharp teeth, evil eyebrows raised wearing his fancy glasses, whispering, ‘So that’s her fetish… interesting. Muhaha.’”She replied. That image cracked me up.

Raphael asked, smiling. "Don't worry, I just thought of that." she said flirting. Her friends didn't like that at all and it was visible on their faces. "Uhm, excuse us, but we would like to steal our friend for a while if you don't mind." Irene said and then she and Alexandra dragged Bianca out of there without waiting for his reply.

She seemed to be the quiet one in the group and the least rebellious. Irene groaned loudly and took a glance at me. She suddenly was embarrassed and shy. I could laugh out loud at the moment. She had crazy friends. They jumped to conclusions right away, coming up with crazy ideas. I would have rescued her but I too was shocked by how crazy they were. I was about to say something when Irene beat me to it. "This is Eugene, he owns one of the artworks on exhibit and we just met a couple of minutes backs. He was explaining to me the concept of his work and the true meaning of art."

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

I didn’t want my temper exploding in front of so many people once I see the painting. I thought something like a caricature or a stick figure of me in the canvas, but after seeing the thing for myself I was like: “A pineapple?! Seriously?” Yes, seriously, he actually drew my eyes, my nose, and my mouth but with the face of a ripe pineapple complete with details and razor-sharp leaves. I threw Erik a pointy glare and fisted my hands. “It suits your prickly attitude, Ms. Rosecraft,” was what he simply said. God, how my volcano had exploded.