Jaiden Animations Fan Art Novels & Stories

I took the brushes and colors with a desperate attempt to paint away. The breeze did justice to my clustered brain. The hidden urges wandered off. Gradually. I painted. Slowly… but with intentions. And Jayden? That man would always chip in with naughty comments on my artwork. “Hmm… I like that. It's foxy. I’d prefer her boobs to be a bit. Just saying.” And most times— we would laugh it off. Sometimes I couldn't help shoving a displeased stare at him. Gosh. Pervert.

I would end up losing the girl that I was falling deeper and deeper for every single day. DJ beamed down at his arm proudly. “Yeah, Auntie Anna drew it on there. Do you like Toy Story?” he asked. Auntie Anna – that sounded so cute. I immediately wondered if I would ever be Uncle Jace to him. “I love it actually. Toy Story 3, the new one, that's my favourite.”

She delved into the details of his face, studying the curve of his jawline, the angle of his nose, and the contours of his lips with an artist's precision. With each stroke of her brush, Ayana infused the canvas with Adam's essence, striving to convey the warmth and kindness that radiated from his every gesture. She painted his eyes with care, blending shades of brown and gold to capture the depth of emotion she often saw reflected in them. They were eyes that sparkled with wisdom and compassion, windows to a soul that had touched her own in countless ways.

it was actually some cartoon character. "Spiderman and... What's it called again...." She trailed off trying to recall what the second one is. "SpongeBob..... Jasmine, you tend to forget my favorite cartoon" "Oh... It's really great Jace... Your drawing skills have greatly improved". She complimented. "Really Jasmine?" He asked, feeling excited. "Of course!" "I'm gonna make a promise, When I grow up and finally become an artist,,, I'm gonna make a family sketch of you, Uncle Liam, mummy Philla and daddy Theodore... it's gonna make a big family album"

"Yes, finger paint. You sound excited." I say and he quickly nods his head. "I love finger painting. My mom lets me make dinosaurs." He says and Sienna smiles. "He somehow gets more paint on himself than on the paper." "I make masterpieces." "They're blobs." "They're dinosaurs." "They're colorful blobs." I laugh as they continue arguing. "I think they're probably dinosaur blobs." I say and Aiden beams at me before looking at his mother. "See? Bianca understands." He says and Sienna shakes her head.

Outside the window rain tapped softly against the glass. Students hurried beneath umbrellas while lights slowly flickered on around campus. Jessica looked down at the drawing again. Picked up her pencil. Sophie glanced over. "What are you doing?" Jessica stared at the page quietly. Then softly said: "Adding something." "What?" Jessica looked down at the unfinished face. Slowly... Very slowly... she drew a smile. Not a huge one. Not a perfect one. Just a small one. A real one. Then she sat staring at it. Because for the first time in years... Jessica Jane looked like someone she wanted to know.

Was it the same as having big feet? She squeezed her thighs together and shook her head to clear the filthy thoughts. JJ’s avatar on the screen was a tall fae guardian with long white/grey hair, impossibly pale skin, and those sexy pointed ears. Yes, Dianna thought pointed ears were sexy…especially in a fictional world, probably not so much in real life but then she’d never seen a genuine pair of pointed ears so she couldn’t rule out the possibility…and she needed to get her mind back on the quest at hand and off the fantasy of JJ’s fae guardian and what he might look like in the flesh. Had JJ modeled his avatar after himself?

We hung outside until fairly late. I had just walked out of my room in my pajamas and sat down to work on my pictures more when Jaidyn came out in a pair of sweatpants and shirtless. I had to look away before I started drooling. I was wrong, he doesn’t have a six-pack. He has fucking eight pack. I feel him sit down beside me. He does this a lot. Sometimes he asks questions. Sometimes he just sits and watches what I am doing.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.