Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

Then something on the back of the blueprint Joy was holding caught her eye. Her gaze sharpened instantly. "Who said I couldn’t draw it?" Stellar raised an eyebrow, her voice calm but firm. "I can redraw it right now. Exactly as it was." She walked over to a nearby desk, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, picked up a pen, and started to sketch. At first, everyone dismissed it as a bluff. But as minutes ticked by and the lines came together, the entire blueprint took shape—clear, precise, and stunning.

The bottom was a picture of two people, but it looked strange, with only two circles for the head and ten straight lines forming the shape of the body and limbs. Turns out she was just focusing on drawing this. - You and me? – He pointed at himself, then pointed at her and asked. - Right. - She smiled and replied. Under the flickering candlelight, her innocent eyes twinkled like stars in the sky, and her smile was as bright as the sun, reminding him of his ex. Eirlys also drew him and her. He still hung the painting in the middle of the drawing room, not destroying it. - Okay, Lucasta, now I'll teach you how to draw. Come with me.

“Mommy, Daddy, look!” Thomas turned off the stove, wiping his hands on a towel before crouching down to her level. “Let’s see this masterpiece.” Lily carefully held up the paper. The dragon she had drawn was big and colorful, with red wings, yellow flames, and a green tail. It was messy, with crayon lines darting everywhere, but it was full of heart. “Wow,” Thomas said, his voice filled with awe. “That’s the coolest dragon I’ve ever seen.”

Bella nods and says she’ll join me inside later. I hurry into my room, not to take my drugs, but to recreate that drawing from memory. Mine doesn’t look nearly as neat as the original, but it should do. Then I call Gypsy and Ky to my room to give them the update. The second they arrive, I hand over my drawing to them. Gypsy’s brows furrow the second he sees it. Then he looks at me, arching a brow. “I’ve seen this before,” he says, his gaze intense.

I think you want to know how you got here. Oh, so I'm no longer a suspect? I think wryly. Giving you food and tending to your wounds has somehow convinced you that I'm not a threat? I get up and go to the hiding place door. I fill my hands with sand and bring it back to him. I spread it on the floor in front of him so I can draw on it. I draw sea waves, a moon and a square floating in the water. I draw a little stick figure on it and point to the foreigner.

he stared deeply into my eyes. "But everything you said about having feelings for me was a mistake?" "And it was the most hateful lie I've said," he interjected with a look of disgust on his face. "I'm truly obsessively drawn to you, Amara Lively." He extended a hand to my face and gently moved a lock of hair, placing it behind my right ear. He then spun around and turned his back towards me.

That just seems sadistic in my opinion. And I have been told I was sadistic. Multiple times. Not judging more, I flipped to another page. This one is a drawing. A blackhole. I don’t know what makes them think anyone wouldn’t get the drawing. It was quite fucking clear. But there was a scribbling in bold letters that says, ‘The Black Hole’. I wanted to find the owner and give them a small upside for whatever shit this is. Seeing their taste for a gift though, nothing else should surprise me.

"Something like that." She nodded slowly, turning this over. Then she picked up her pencil and went back to her picture, and the kitchen was quiet again except for the scratch of her pencils and the wind in the hedgerows outside. I looked at the drawing she'd given me, now propped up against the wall by the window. Two figures, one tall, one small. Holding hands. Both with big smiles. My stomach turned again, a slow, rolling protest. I pressed my palm flat against the table and breathed through it.

“Glitter only for the back pages. So it doesn’t disturb the serious work.” I watch the watercolor in her hand, tiny splatters already landing on the carpet. My serious work quietly cries in a corner, but honestly, today I don’t care. “Mommy, look.” She draws a small circle in the corner of the page, then adds two dots and a smile. “This is my gang. Table center. Happy.” There are four tiny heads there. One with long hair in a ponytail, green eyes. Above it: ME. I smile faintly. “You look very proud.”

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.