Mha Fan Art Novels & Stories

Mahara said, a wistful look in her eyes. “I’m glad you didn’t forget me," Lili replied, trying to hide the emotions that her friends' words had stirred within her. “I draw and paint now," Mahara said, causing Lili's eyes to light up with interest. "What do you draw?" she asked Mahara with an air of intrigue. “I draw portraits and landscapes," Mahara replied, a hint of pride evident in her tone. “That's amazing. Can you draw me?" Lili asked with a broad smile on her face.

I just wish that nails would pierce her ass as she is sitting down there" Lakshmi murmured to herself and Mia heard her. "I think it's possible," Mia whispered. "No it isn't Mia. It's just an imagination" Lakshmi whispered back and pretended to be listening to the teacher when the teacher geared her gaze at her. "I can make it happen, daddy said so" Mia tilted her head as she focused on the drawing on the board. "Okay then do it let me see" Lakshmi said in disbelief. "Ok" Mia shrugged and closed her eyes as if imagining it then she wished for it to happen exactly the way she imagined it, with the nails only lasting for 5 seconds before they disappeared.

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.

Once she was sure she looked normal, she finally got out of the car, the cake secured in her arm. Her lips curled up as she imagined Marco's excitement when he finally got to eat some sweet stuff. He loved them.

" 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 screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.