Novel & Cerita Matt Eddsworld Fanart

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…

Elena chose to seat on his reading chair while still eating her cake. “I saw some of your artwork, I’m glad to finally decided to take it seriously. Trust me I was shocked to see it. Really, really shocked” Matthew started. “But trust me, I was over the moon, and was quite proud” Matthew added and Elena smiled. “I felt the same seeing your face all over the AIESEC Austria page and IMUN Europe’s page. Your face is very trendy on those pages” Elena replied and Matthew nodded his head. “It’s something I found peace with. I also enjoy it so why not” Matthew said and they ith laughed quietly and a bout of silence ensued between them again.

“If you’re that mad, you can talk to me. We will try to think about what is going on in your world and mine. Whether it is connected to our mate bond or what.” “Do you believe that as well?” She asked, and I couldn't answer. Until now, I’m still trying to find out who that man in the picture is, and yet, here she is telling me about a dead man in her world who looks exactly like the rogue we captured. I couldn’t believe that it was just a coincidence. One way or another, one thing is sure: our world is connected. “If you have no clear answer to all the questions popping in your mind, don’t you think it is a sign that we are not meant for each other?”

"If I’m going to be the Noir to your Syndicate, I need respect. No more 'Charity Case' talk. No more bullying." We went to Matteo’s room—the only one I hadn't seen. I expected weapons and leather, but the walls were covered in digital canvases and hand-drawn sketches. "Who did these?" I asked, walking to a large frame. "I did," Matteo said, looking uncharacteristically shy. Matteo? The bruiser of the group was a digital artist? The pieces were incredible—schematics of engines, portraits of the family, and then I saw it. A digital painting of a girl sitting on the estate’s porch, looking out at the rain. It was dated a year ago. It was me.

Before he could respond, the door opened and Matt, his personal assistant, strode in with a kind of restrained urgency. “Forgive the intrusion, sir, but you need to see this.” He was clutching an iPad, the screen already aglow. Edward turned away from the window slowly, his expression unreadable, and sank into the black leather of his swivel chair. Without a word, he accepted the iPad from Matt. At first, he scrolled with the detachment of a man used to half-baked news, but then his posture sharpened. His eyes narrowed, scanning line after line, the corners of his mouth twitching into something that looked like a smile.

When calculated from the ground under the table, my gaze fell on the tiny wooden-coloured figurine on the small bookcase, which was probably a meter long and wide; a man was holding a woman in his arms, her neck bent, the man's lips on her right cheek. “Mother's,” Eddie said. I was startled by the voice behind me, yet I did not look back. Edim sat next to me on the other side of the chair. "Angel figures, statue and painting are my mother's. She loved such things." The icy cold tone in her voice made me feel cold as if I was trapped in the endless winter night, while on the other hand, the moment my mother said it, it was as if her demons had entered the cage and closed the door. I didn't ca

"Thanks babe. My name is Jessie...now who are you exactly and why do you have War looking like he's ready to pass out?" Because he was ready to pass out! "Oh War is my mate," Pomelia grinned as she glanced at him and he mentally cursed. Why did his face feel flushed? Was he blushing? Why did he feel so excited that she called him her mate? Jess gasped, flicking her dark locks again. "War? War machine has a mate? I thought you guys weren't worthy of mates...where did he find you? Alpha Khan cleared his throat. "War we have bussines to take care of. Jess can keep your little novice company till we get back."

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

The very notion seemed unfathomable. I had never thought of my life with a mate who was not Weston. all those moments I spent daydreaming it was all about my best friend. the world revolves around him. the desire and feelings I had for him never stopped. no matter the distance kept between us. no matter how much the world moves the mountains just so we could not be together. Now my heart breaks to realize that the world has never been against Weston and I. The moon goddess did not hate me. She admitted me to someone. I am a wonderful man who I have known all my life. a man who I call my best friend. A man who I am in love with.

EdwardBlack1794: and btw, I would love to follow you on Twitter cupcake but soon :) I groan. tate_kvngh: Whyyyy?? Why not now? Why does it have to be soon?? I wanna know how you actually look like :/ EdwardBlack1794: sent a photo I waited for the photo to successful load up and when it did, I saw a pair of long legs while one foot was over the other. He was obviously on top of a bed wearing a white bathrobe. I grin. tate_kvngh: I meant your face Eddie. But nice pair of legs though. You make me actually doubt that you're a man ;)