Mulan Drawing Novels & Stories

His reluctance was apparent in his tone. Marisol held back a laugh and pinched his nose. "Alright, I get it. I'll just draw one little animal, okay?" Orion felt embarrassed and buried his head in Marisol's arms, refusing to look up. That meant he agreed. It was perfect. There were still a few lanterns left from the ones Julius had bought last time. She casually picked up a flower lantern and drew a large, adorable yellow and white striped kitten on one of the big leaves. …

He whines and I laugh at him. I raffles his hair and hold his face in my palms. “So… how is handsome Denzel doing today?” “I’m fine! Here….” He reaches for a drawing book next to him on the bed and shows me a page where drew…. Ah! I don’t even know what he drew! But I guess it’s some cartoons. “… Look, Anna, I drew hulk and captain America!” “Oh… “ I take a closer look and frown, why doesn’t they look like the hulk and captain America I know?

“Yes! Can I draw too?” “Of course,” Olivia said, handing her some paper and crayons. “Write or draw whatever you think will make him smile.” Eunice sat down at the kitchen table, her tongue poking out in concentration as she began to draw. Olivia watched her for a moment before returning to the gravy, carefully seasoning it with salt and pepper. She glanced at Eunice’s work and saw a colourful sketch of a tall man with dark hair standing next to a small girl holding hands. In the background, a smiling woman stood near what appeared to be a giant bowl of mashed potatoes.

Kaliya’s pov ________ My hands shakingly covered my mouth as I gawked at the drawing, this was really me in tge drawing, my breasts, thighs and bum was exposed on this piece of paper, I turned and saw another one that was also covered, without hesitation I lifted it’s covering, it was another naked drawing of me, but this time I was facing away. As beautiful as these drawings were they felt wrong and somewhat exciting, I gasped when I heard Lumi’s voice call out to me, I wanted to cover the drawings up but there was no time because of how close she sounded, she should not enter this room.

And in one of the windows— A third figure. Small. Watching. But different from all the other drawings. This figure wasn't dark and featureless. This one had a face. Simple crayon lines. Two eyes. A small mouth. Turned upward. Smiling. Lily held the drawing out to Mara. "For you," she said. Mara looked at it. At the figure in the window. At the face that was finally visible. Finally present. No longer waiting. Her hand when she took the drawing was not entirely steady.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

A little voice asks from behind my shoulder, and I turn to see Emerald frowning at my picture. I tilt my head and look back down. "No." But it certainly seems that way, as the man in the picture looks like he doesn't have any hope left in the world. So I begin drawing him how I really see him. With light and subtle strokes, the outline of wings take shape. Large silken feathers so light and translucent, the white paper forms their colour instead of the black ink in my previous drawings of him. This side of Mal is so different, so good and right. I can't help feeling pride in what he has the potential to be.

CAMILLA "Wow this is lovely" I marvelled at Vanessa's beautifully drawn work of art. She took out her time to carefully draw an exact representation of Mickey mouse; a popular animation. With literally ninety percent detail corresponding with the exact image we saw on the internet. "Thank you" Vanessa responded cheerfully. Her eyes glittering and radiating with excitement. "Aunty Camilla, you did not tell me this one was lovely too" She added whilst glaring at me in expectancy.

She ran back to the bedroom and returned with a sketchbook. The drawings were good—really good for a seven-year-old. Animals, mostly. A detailed cat, a dragon, a family of rabbits. "These are beautiful," I said honestly. "Do you like to draw?" "I love it. I want to be an artist when I grow up. Or maybe a scientist. Or both." She flipped through pages. "Maman says I can be anything I want." "Your maman is right." She stopped on a page near the end of the book. It was a drawing of two figures—a woman and a small girl holding hands. Above them, sketched lightly in pencil as if she'd been uncertain about including it, was a third figure. A man.

Once everything was set up, Melissa began to draw. She stood before a blank canvas, ready to capture the essence of the Queen. Melissa started with delicate, confident strokes, using a rich palette of colours to bring the portrait to life. The woman in the portrait was portrayed with an ethereal grace. Her eyes are painted with a captivating depth, reflecting a quiet intelligence and a hint of mystery. They seem to follow the viewer, drawing them into a world of introspection. Her skin was rendered with a luminous quality, as though it glowed from within, enhancing the realism and warmth of her presence.