Miraculous Fan Art 소설 & 이야기

"You know that when I go out, I clean up nice. This is my work clothes, just like the schoolgirl outfit is yours. I'm just lucky enough to be an artist and get to wear what's comfortable." She was probably right. I was pretty conservative with my clothes. However, that wasn't the point of this conversation. "So you think I should go along with this deception?" "Hell yeah. Besides the money, which you need, you get a trip to Italy." She sat back and sighed. "I would love to go to Italy. I’d love to get a good look at David up close. Did you know his hands are really big?" "Is that code for something?" "Well, no, because you can see his crotch and it's not huge. Still, everyone I've ever met w

"Like with Madison's daddy." Madison's hand paused in her painting for just a moment before continuing. "But sometimes they can," she said quietly. "And sometimes people get better even when doctors don't think they will." "Like miracles?" Alexander asked. "Like miracles," Madison confirmed, adding a careful stroke of blue to what was clearly Gas's collar in her painting. I felt tears threatening behind my eyes. "There," Madison said finally, sitting back to survey her completed artwork. "It's all of us together."

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Arthur was furious. "But I do not have a tattoo," Mila grinned. "I just saw it," Arthur looked furious beyond comprehension. "I just saw it." "Where?" Mila laughed as she lifted her shirt and showed him her stomach. "But I just..." Arthur was confused. He grabbed her waist and checked it from each side. "But I just..." "I can create such powerful illusions in someone's mind that they believe them to be true. Do you believe me now?" Mila asked as she lovingly touched his face.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I can hear them crying in their graves… how their research and work got reduced to dog food by a certain high-ranking entity! Just how can it be possible… No wait… he did bring me back to life in another world with a set of magical powers… which totally defies logic and reason… But… this fan is the embodiment of a divinity’s potential! The abyss just gave me a fan made of… mana. Yes… I am holding onto something made of energy… with my physical hands… That’s when I realized the weight of being the Harold of a somewhat omnipotent being… This…fan is no ordinary fan; it’s something that may be of great use in the future!

For some reason, my thoughts kept on going back to what Dominic' s assistant said, and all I thought about was Lila. Were miracles real? At the stage, an artist's name was called, along with their pieces, the first one that made it to the finals, and the second one, displayed over the huge screens, and for a sweet moment, I got lost as I stared at the artwork. It was beautiful, not in a chaotic colour, but in a peaceful and quiet way. The first one was a still life art, depicting a bouquet of different blends of flowers. The idea was simple and yet, the painting held so much power that for a moment, it wasn't just flowers you were seeing, but a different world by itself, with life, pulse and

Directly on a single illustration. Mira swallowed. I saw it. She saw me notice. Neither of us commented. Together we walked closer. The image covered both pages. An old drawing. Faded with age. Most of the ink had disappeared. But one figure remained visible. A woman standing beneath a crescent moon. Long dark hair. Silver markings across her skin. The artist had drawn her face poorly. Yet something about it felt familiar. Mira crouched beside the book. I stayed standing. Her eyes narrowed. "That's weird." "What is?" She pointed. The figure's face. At first I didn't understand. Then I looked again. And my stomach tightened.

"Yep! And I put a heart around us because you're my best friend." A warmth filled my chest, spreading outwards like the rays of the sun. "And you're my best friend too, Mila." My eyes dropped to the small, fluffy blob near the depicted Axel's feet. "And this cutie here must be Max?" Mila giggled, nodding so hard I feared she might strain something. "Yeah! I wanted to show him as the cute puppy he is, not like a big, scary dog. Do you like it?" Looking into her eager eyes, I couldn't help but mirror her smile. "Mila, I love it. This is the best art I've ever seen." Because it was. It was a window to her pure, innocent world amid our complicated lives.

she began, “they just had to head home. They didn’t want to disturb you when they left.” Mira’s little face fell instantly. “But… but I wanted to show them my drawing!” Her lips trembled as she held up a piece of paper covered in bright pink hearts and stick figures, one tall man, one woman with long hair, one small girl in a dress, and two smiling ladies holding cupcakes. Elara’s heart squeezed. “Oh, sweetheart…” Julian crouched down in front of her, gently taking the picture. “You made this for them?” Mira nodded hard, her eyes glistening. “They said they liked cupcakes and family and… and I wanted to make them one. But they left.”