Haikyuu Artwork Novels & Stories

Send me your recommendations. While I perform my edits (which should take a few weeks, though I’ll try to be fast), I’ll be brushing up on my drawing and painting skills and creating art around the characters of the novel itself. If you want to check out my progress in this regard, follow me on TikTok - I’ll be showcasing digital artwork through there. Just look me up via my name - CeritusOrbis. Give me a follow and all that. But what about afterwards, you might ask…

Chang Minsu sat on the opposite seat. "Anime mostly, but I like to draw portraits, though no one ever wants to hold still long enough for me to do that." "Really, do you have any with you?" Chang Minsu leaned over and lifted something out of the bag he carried. "Just these. They're not very good, but…" Chang Minsu dropped off as Hae Jae-Woo took the red art book and flipped through the pages. Hae Jae-Woo slowed down after a few pages and stared intently at the pictures.

Haru Sakura said, “He is, isn’t he? I would love to paint him.” “You paint?” I asked. “Yeah,” she said. Close by, Conrad said, “All the paintings and photographs at the penthouse are hers.” He gave a thumbs-up. “She’s great, right?” I nodded. “Yeah.” Isaac said, “I paint too. Digitally, that is. My hobby is designing characters.” “Really?” Hayden asked. “Yep,” Isaac said. “Hey, you wanna see my stuff?”

With or without my consent or approval. Sighing, I leaned back into the chair and whipped out my phone. I didn't know what else to say to the driver. And there was this artist I had been viewing his works in the media. He was amazing. Asian portrait artist Kimura Hakira. He had this odd way of tugging at heartstrings with his portraits. I scrolled through his site, viewing the art works he had uploaded when I came across a poster. "No way," I whispered, clicking on the poster. "No freaking way!"

Making Takeshi gaze move towards the hand of the body his reopened wound on his wrist. “Why can’t I just take that pretty tongue hush it will look so beautiful for my new artwork” Ryuu watches the smile fades off from the face of Takeshi. From the coner of the eyes, the boy looks over the sculptures over the coner of the room with the different shapes and sizes. Some of which was the head of the women smoking, the one hand holding the glass of pen, or the fingers in the shape of the house, eyes nose, legs running and etc.

Jea Hwa spoke trying to relive what it would be like to venture into the entertainment industry. "Actually I'm a paint Artist, you might know me by the name Misty Hue." "The Misty Hue? I love your work! Especially the one where you turned a whole bungalow into an art piece dedicated to 'INUYASHA'." "It's nice to meet someone who appreciates that art. It got overshadowed by the glass paint art but it's still my personal favorite." Luna emphasised with pride. "Yeah your artwork is great and everything." Effie lilted.

"I'll be right out, can you wait for me? I need to close the windows." Yihai nodded and went out. Immediately he was out the door, Jaesung sighed and sat on his bed, gripping his hair. "That was close, mum you nearly gave me a heart attack." He reached for his drawer and opened it, bringing out the sketchbook with the sketch of an eye on the first page, a very familiar eye. He opened it and smiled at it and his silly fantasies that would never come true. His favorite now was a recent painting of Yukei holding his hands as they walked under a cherry blossom shower. He laughed at how he thought it was a good idea to paint them in traditional Joseon era hanboks. It just fit the mood, he thinks.

"Also, some of us are numb to fear now. We're not that scared. In fact, we want to look forward to tomorrow." They all laugh then hug each other in response although Cai Kang could sense some fear pushed away by this simple happiness. * Baozi is watching the entrance where Hoshino is beginning to work. She can only draw to show the future. The past is a bit easier but due to the sake of time, she drew hers to looks simpler with one exception; the cover which is not her manga drawing style. Kurai has to see it for his own eyes on every detail of what this person looks like.

There were just two equals who had stripped away each other's armor and chosen to stay in the ruins. ​When Adrian pulled back, his hands slid down to wrap firmly around Kai’s waist, pulling him close against his chest. He looked past Kai’s shoulder to the massive canvas leaning against the brick wall. The final piece of The Triad of the Soil series was finished. It was a sprawling, visceral depiction of the Nairobi skyline emerging from a deep, textured root system made of charcoal and vibrant gold leaf. It was beautiful, complex, and entirely alive.

Better versions… I hope. Art enthusiasts - lovers - filled the exhibit area as I stepped in. With my coat hanging on my arm, I fed my eyes with the magnificent paintings displayed. ‘Mahika’ is the name of the artist - an interesting choice. Every abstract piece tells a story of life’s powerful feelings and what tames it. A particular painting caught my attention, it’s different for it’s not a burst of colors and deep emotion. It’s simple yet it screams passion.