Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

Suddenly, he picked up a pen, making Akiko look at him in confusion. "Draw something to pass the time," he said. "There's no paper," she replied. "Drawing doesn't always need paper," Glen said, holding out his hand. While Glen stayed focused on the game, Akiko began doodling on his arm. He remembered the black tattoo across his back-her drawings were nothing like that. "Hah..." Glen and Hans sighed after finishing the game-then froze. Glen's arms were completely covered in ink-flowers, cats, and random shapes.

Herbs hung fresh in the kitchen. My mortar and pestle centered on the butcher block like a crown. I put Storm’s latest drawing on the fridge with the wolf magnet—blobby stick figures under a scribble of blue he swore was rain and magic. When we finished, Blaise lit the hearth. The first pop of resin rolled through the room like a blessing. He sat with me on the stairs for a minute, elbows on his knees, that restless energy in him easing as the house accepted us. “You know Dad’s going to ask if you’re all right,” he said.

"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?"

“Who did the artwork?” Junior perked up a little. “I did. This one’s a dragon. See the teeth?” Nevena leaned in slightly, squinting. “A fire breathing dragon. I love it.” He pushed out a real smile, “Can you draw?” he asked. “Stick figures and crooked stars. But I’m a fast learner.”She replied with a shrug. Unhesitatingly, Junior dug in his backpack, pulling out a marker, and handing it to her like a silent invitation.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Walking through the hallway myriad of servants greeted him and he replied to them with a hum. On getting to the garden he paused in his tracks as his eyes met the bareback of Bash who was painting a picture. This particular garden was he's so he was surprised to see Bash in it. He is a lover of art so he couldn't bring himself to stop the boy. Narrowing his eyes at the painting, Storm's eyes widen, the art was a painted drawing of two shirtless men hugging. The bigger male resembled him and the smallish male had Bash's hair and statute.

Then he touched his own temple and made a gesture like something cracking. Her mind. They'd broken her mind. Tears burned Catalina's eyes. "We'll get her out. I promise you. We'll save her." Gabriel suddenly grabbed her hand. His small fingers were cold, but his grip was surprisingly strong. He pulled her hand down to the floor, to the glowing drawings. Then he drew something new. A baby. It was small and glowing even brighter than the other drawings. He pointed at Catalina's stomach. Then at the baby in the drawing. Then at the woman in the church.

Before Nitro can fires, SpeedBlade cuts his blaster in half. "Nooo," he screams before SpeedBlade punches and knocks him out. "Ha," JumpStart says, snapping his fingers and pointing at Nitro. "You lose, Gassy." Chuckling as he looks around, his smiles turn when he sees our faces. "I know, I know, it was a crazy plan," JumpStart starts, holding up his hands, "But hey, you know, it works." Getting up, I walk up to JumpStart. JumpStart lending back, he holds up his hands again.

MARCH 20, 2013. | 10:23am — INT. SILVER RIDGE HEIGHTS. SLATER RESIDENCE. LIVING ROOM. DAY. — GAEL SLATER sits over a half-finished sketch of a dragon. A rough outline that shows his artistic prowess. Frustrated, Gael crushes the paper. Throwing it across the kitchen, where it lands in the trashcan sitting at the far corner. Lucian strolls into the kitchen, shirtless, sweat drenching his face and torso, and soaking the waist of his running shorts. He glances at the waste can almost filled to the brim with crumpled paper.

I put it on the table. I looked at the kitchen. At the star sticker. At the drawing on the table. At the three figures. And now the six. Eli's drawing of the five had been joined by Mara's drawing of the gap. Side by side. All on the table. All stayed. All category eight. Mom looked at the drawings. She looked at me. She said: "Can I tell you something?" "Yes," I said. She looked at the drawings.