Novel & Cerita Octonauts Fan Art

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. …

She hummed softly, pencil scratching as she shaded a curled wolf in the center of a forest clearing. Her art always had wolves in them. Lately, she didn’t even know why. “Are those your werewolves again?” her mom asked from the passenger seat, twisting slightly to peek at the page. “They’re not werewolves, Mom,” Octavia replied with a shy grin. “They’re forest guardians.” Jason, her dad, chuckled from behind the wheel. “She’s got your imagination, you know. Maybe she’ll write a novel someday.” Her mom rolled her eyes. “As long as it’s not about vampires falling in love with moody wolves.”

“It’s a yellow Camaro like Bumblebee.” That tracked. We watched Transformers a few nights ago. I stood behind my sons and quietly observed their paintings. Grant’s was of a superhero—Batman, to be exact. Grant could pull off the broody superhero perfectly for Halloween. Casey was painting what appeared to be a tiger. “I want to paint,” I said, finally announcing my presence and giving my family a scare. “Jesus, Jon. Don’t sneak up on us like that,” Kierra fussed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle.”

Corbin said, taking the pictures from the little boy. Scar came closer to them, afraid that something might happen to his son. Everyone saw Corbin look at the pictures with a frown. After a while, Corbin sighed, “No matter how I look at it, it looks like an octopus.” Marcel covered his face in disbelief. Shaking his head, he asked, “How?” Kaeden chuckled and shook his head. “Alpha look, ears, water, tail, wolf, no sea,” Marcel said, pointing to the first picture on top of the bunch.

Chris laughed awkwardly, “not as much hidden talents, as working at a school and having to do art projects when I started. I can draw some animals. See if you like them?” I shrugged, “let’s see what you fucking got.” Chris went to draw some animals on a paper to show me, while the rest went to work and painted the room pink. April said it was a light pink or what ever the fuck the color is called. It was pink. Suddenly Kane came up with the brilliant fucking idea to look up templates on the computer. “What about like butterflies? Or ladybugs? Or dragonflies? Those much be easier than a whole animal?” Kane said.

“You’re doing good. You just need to make him thicker.” He edged over to her side and picked up a black crayon. After looking at her for permission, he drew some new lines and colored them in. “Orcas are massive. Like underwater tanks.” “That does look better,” she signed. She pushed a bucketful of markers over to his side of the poster. “Here, why don’t you do the orcas, and I’ll do the bubbles and seaweed. Where did I put the glitter?” Ethan laughed. “I guess bubbles are shiny.”

“Thank you, Emma.” The other cubs crowded around, not wanting to be left out. Each one had their own masterpiece to share. Tommy had drawn me training with the young warriors, complete with little speech bubbles saying “Be stronger!” and “You can do it!” Lisa's picture showed the whole pack running together under a full moon. And little Max, only four years old, had created what he proudly declared was just me, Kane, and Zane smiling — though it mostly looked like three happy blobs. Emma watched from the doorway, her eyes soft. More footsteps approached, and the Beta pair appeared with fresh clothes and… was that chocolate chip pancakes?