Nezuko Sketch Novels & Stories

Hikari just gets stressed with that but he just tries to make Aimi not misunderstand it. When Hikari was messing up with that, Neu and Nimura just get into their work. Neu tries to fix up every detail on the sketch and added up some details. Then Nimura looked at the dialogue and fix it to make it sounds more interesting. When Neu was looking at the Hikari's drawing, he says to Nimura "Seriously, I don't understand why he rejected to do draw this at first and suddenly hyped up for this. There was nothing wrong with his draw... But seriously, can we really go with this?" Nimura just smiled and says "Maybe." Neu just got a problem with the style and the same goes for Nimura. But even they were

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

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.”

“I have no idea what to send.” “Don’t worry. I’ve already narrowed it down to the top three options.” McKenzy pulls up a folder on her phone. “Option one, your abstract of the night sky. Option two, the messy self-portrait you made after that wine binge. Option three, the half-naked one of Rafe.” “Absolutely not the Rafe one,” I say immediately. “He doesn’t need to be immortalized that way.” “You’re no fun.” Before I can fully process the gallery news, my phone buzzes again.

Something she made for her dad, to gift her dad but never got to do. Uncomfortable with the silence, I pick one of the sketches, a pencil drawing of a model-thin lady without a head. The focus of the artist is on the skirt. Cinched at the waist and flared at the knee. There are too many of them spread out on El’s desk. The designs vary but some are repeated with little improvements. “What are these?” I ask. El yawns again. I carry her to the long couch in one corner of her office and place her between my legs. Her back presses to my chest, I massage her shoulders and she lets out a grateful sigh.

Well at least she has royal blood, it doesn't matter finding out which family side was a descendant. Mizuko was about to close the book when there was one more page she is yet to flip. She has a bad feeling about it but she flips the page anyway. She stares at the sketch and her brows drawn together. It was a legendary beast who is said to pay respect only to the rightful King. It looks like the saber tooth, Keisuke but there was no other writing of it. The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there.

I'm crying for this, cause I've been in Kazuo's position :) See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️