Komi Shouko Fanart Novels & Stories

making Koishi “What I gave you the correct one didnt I? Is it me or the painting? It’s not like I’m telling in a way of a comparing it’s just I want to know. That whom do you love the most in between us or maybe-” “Ah, no Takie~ you should be giving an option in a way likely a human x human name and in a like if you say in art. Maybe what I love to do the most like painting or sketching or colouring? Then what colour is my favourite blabla~ lalala~” Koishi turns his head towards Takeshi who was peeking through the top of the canvas. “But why not a human and your arts?” Takeshi raises his bow in response seeing Koishi tabs in the chin. Making the pain smooch under his chin.

She's attractive as well, she has dimples on both of her cheeks, wavy brown hair, and a button nose. Autumn Choi is the student council president of the school. She is a year older than me but still manages to be my friend. She has black shoulder-length hair, freckles, and big glasses for her to see well but she’s too pretty to become a nerd. She's smart, ranks at the 10th spot which isn't a bad spot since the students are all her opposer when it comes to that spot. Tanaka Aiko is the president of the art club. She's the person who builds her club which is the art club since she likes to paint. Aiko has mid-length orange hair and looks like a lion.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" 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 pai

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Alfi seemed excited. “Yeah. And there will be free Nekopara Jacket for one lucky guest!” Koji exclaimed. “Aww, why not custom shirt instead?” Alfi looked disappointed. “What shirt do you want anyway?” Koji asked. “Hokari Kanae, Euphoria,” Alfi replied. “Really? She’s a bitch, you know?” Rian said. “Bitch? What do you mean?” Alfi looked curious. “Huh? You don’t play the VN(Visual Novel)?”

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

"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.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

He pushed the folder to her, which made Mariko grin. Mariko opened the folder and frowned. Project X. Mariko saw a picture of a 4-year-old kid wearing an overall pink jumpsuit with long white sleeves underneath while holding a white bunny plush toy. She's like a living doll, with her hair tied up into two buns. Her chubby cheeks were pinkish, and her skin was as white as snow. She was smiling, which made her eyes twinkle. But in her profile, there was nothing written, only her name and her age.