Itachi Artwork Novels & Stories

So that was how his character (Arithia) started his new life in Astera. After they hear the explanation from Hikari about his character, they all understand and accepted it. So Hikari was thinking that everything that he needs to do is just creating a weapon for the character. Neu draws his character was holding a weapon, So Hikari does not need to draw a weapon for Neu's character. There was a weapon that Hikari take from the game that he said and there was a weapon design that he created by himself.

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.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

My thoughts about this development got pushed aside as I looked at the art above the fireplace. We can circle back to the fact that he’s staying in a penthouse with super high-tech security with a fucking fireplace. I’m more focused on the very bold, yes that’s a good word for it, art hanging in such a prominent place. It was a long vertical framed print of a very naked tattooed man hanging upside down from a curved branch, ropes intricately wrapped around him and a gag over his mouth. I’m not sure what the Japanese characters say, but I saw the artist’s name, Felix d’Eon. It was very erotic and made me look at Clay contemplating if this was his cousin’s art or his.

It was beautiful work, clearly done by a skilled artist. "Sorry for barging in without knocking!" I extended the shirt toward him with hands that trembled slightly, making sure my eyes were determinedly focused anywhere except on his exposed skin. The situation felt way too intimate for comfort. Thaddeus approached slowly and took the shirt from me. "It's perfectly fine. Thank you. This should work." I found myself stealing quick, furtive glances at the beautiful artwork adorning his skin again, fascinated by the obvious craftsmanship and wondering about the personal meaning behind such an elaborate design. There had to be a story there.