Nezuko Sketch Novels & Stories

The treehouse was a magical place, a world of possibilities where adventure could happen at any moment. As he sat there, focused on the sketching, Hibiki caught sight of his new friend, Tatsu, who sat across from him. Tatsu had dark brown hair and bright, inquisitive eyes, always asking questions about anything and everything. Hibiki smiled shyly as Tatsu leaned over to take a look at his drawing. “That looks so cool!” Tatsu whispered. “You’re gonna win the award for sure. It’s like something from a movie!” Hibiki grinned, a little bashful but pleased with the compliment. “You think so?”

=== Item: Fruit Punch (Bottled) Description: Refreshing bottle of homemade fruit punch using real fruits. Effect: Quenches thirst for 10 minutes. Crafted by: Zen === “Would this work?” Zen asked. Akiko grabbed a bottle from the fridge and excused herself. Oritha didn’t bother going after her. Only one person had to test the effects, and she did not feel like revisiting the lava sauna. Waiting in awkward silence, Zen kept his hands busy with slime puddings. Oritha took a nap and waited until Akiko sent a message.

"Sorry, my draw is not too good. Here it is." Neu them give his sketch to Hikari. When Hikari looked at it, it was very fantastic work. Hikari was thinking about using it but he can't because it is still not completed yet. So he then takes a turn to make a change on it. Hikari was thinking that he should do the work quickly because they maybe will be out of time. When Hikari was adding and editing the sketches, he looked at Neu drawing. It was a good sketch if he wants to compare to him. He didn't know how did the others draw, but he was thinking that maybe it was the best draw that he have looked at all this time. Sometimes, it makes him got a feeling that Neu was better than him and it mak

A sliver of light through the cracks. That evening, Lena sat on the couch sketching. Charcoal lines filled the page—Zane’s hands, the piano keys, the way his jaw tightened when he was trying not to feel something. She hadn’t drawn in weeks. Not like this. Not from instinct. Zane walked in and paused beside her. “Is that me?” She covered the page with her hand. “It’s no one.” “It’s definitely my jawline.” Lena rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“If you two keep talking like this, you’re going to end up finishing breakfast alone.” Kai let out a soft, low laugh that curled right into her spine. “Tempting.” “Shut up.” Zeke came running back in with a drawing clutched in his hands. “Look, Mumma!” Vienna crouched beside him and took the crayon masterpiece with care and curiosity. “Oh wow. Is this… me?” He nodded proudly. “You are sleeping in my drawing, and there’s a bath tub too!” She blinked, and sure enough — the scribbled blue lines looked suspiciously like a tub. There were little hearts around it.

that his happiness grows somewhere beyond the solar system. Well, Kit woke up, sat on his hips and runs her finger over the drawings on his stomach. The body shudders and responds instantly. “Kitsune, what are you doing… we will never get up like this” he catches her hands and presses them to his chest. - There will be another. “Already… Keith…”

Serenity accepted her best friend’s offer to watch over the shop. She got her things ready before taking out a copper wire tree from under the cash register to give to Zachary. She said, “I made this for you. Do you like it? The maneki-neko is not ready yet. I’ll probably need time until tomorrow morning to give you the finished product.” Zachary took the miniature tree and was pleased that he had a bigger pot than Callum’s. With the callous lines along his face softening, he replied gruffly, “Sure.”

She was holding her canvas as she peeked on her friends’ works. Tyr’s lips subtly curled up at the praise before looking at Zane, waiting for his class partner to reveal his own work. “Zane, look! Even Zeev is good in drawing. He drew me as an enchanted forest.” Keira chuckled. “You can pass as a fairy, to be fair.” Zeev proudly stated. The lady jokingly hissed at his remark before excitedly stood beside Zane to see his. “Woah…” At her reaction, the guys looked at her expectantly.

I feel more free here because it offers me the promise of a fresh start where as Massachusetts keeps me rooted in the past. I have my sketch book in my hand and I have already drawn the sunset behind the trees. I am working on a portrait of all of my relatives that I was just with. I started with Uncle Zeke, wanting to catch is infectious grin on paper. Uncle Jack, with his frown, is another focal point I want to make sure I get right. I got the look of pure elation and contentment on Grandma's face at being surrounded by all of her family.

Seeing him out here in the middle of a massive crowd is undoubtedly the pinnacle of my week, but I don't focus the ink solely on his form; I make sure to trap the entire living landscape. I sketch in the wolves chasing the flying disc, the heavy oak branches swaying in the summer breeze, and the long, thin wisps of clouds drifting over the high-rise fortresses in the background. It feels almost like a hidden-target puzzle, but if my wolf had to brand the page, I'd name it Where is the Male Who Merely Stopped Time? I glance down at the corner of the paper, spotting his sharp profile in the lines, and a genuine smile breaks across my face. Right there. There he is.