Sadness Fanart Novels & Stories

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

Truly broken and the one person that was supposed to be there for me, is now abandoning me. Jared leaves a few minutes later, no goodbye, no kiss, not one word spoken. He just leaves. I sit on the sofa with the television on mute and cry. All day. I cry for me, I cry for me and Jared's marriage, I cry the baby we never had but still lost.

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.

She wore the white T-shirt Sed had given her, his signature evident across her left breast. “I knew it,” Jessica muttered. The girl on-screen started talking to the camera. “I know there are a lot of Sedric Lionheart fans out there who hate this bitch as much as I do, so please, copy this video and distribute it as much as possible. Sed, if you see this, you are an absolute god and you can do so much better than Jessica Chase. She’s such a skank.” She extended her pinkie and thumb and held it to her face. “Call me, big guy. I’ll treat you right. Enjoy the show, fans!”

"Oh come on, little birdy, don't be like that! You know you're only gonna fall right into my lap. Think they got your back? Hell, you know that you're trapped. Just give into temptation, let my music fix that." "Fix what? I'm perfectly fine where I'm at. Can't you tell by my smile?" "A smile you're that you're faking! I read between the lines. Come, on you know my music makes you feel alive." "Alive?" "Alive, Don't deny that fact. If you wanna rage, just let go and relax. Let my music wash over you and just like that you'll be reborn into the person you are at heart." "But I wanna be good!"

His hand steadying her. The caption wasn’t cruel, but it didn’t need to be. “Old flames never die, huh?” someone had written with a laughing emoji. It shouldn’t have meant anything. But her heart clenched so tightly she had to put her phone down. She sat there for hours, not crying, not moving. Just… existing in that hollow space where sadness doesn’t have the strength to scream. When tears finally came, they weren’t angry. They were tired. She stopped painting. Stopped writing.

Gray moves the probe with meticulous care, searching for any sign of life. Her expression shifts subtly, a glimpse of sorrow brushing across her features. Then, she pauses and points to the screen, trying to maintain her professional composure. "I’m so sorry, Sabrina," she says softly, "but there’s no heartbeat. There are a few options we can consider, and it’s completely up to you." Her words pierce through my heart, each syllable echoing the finality of our loss. Tears well up in my eyes as I process the devastating news. The room feels smaller, the air heavy with grief I hadn’t anticipated facing so soon.

WARNING KINDA GORY PART COMING UP! I scratched her eyes out and stabbed my now long claws through her stomach and she roared in pain. She then scratched my throat and realized she had poisoned claws, as acid started to eat away the human flesh, I gritted my teeth and stabbed her through all 4 of her hearts using my nails, her body went limp and I through her off my arm and heard my name being yelled. The owner of the voice sounded so worried yet made me feel so warm and I looked over to see a blurry Elizabeth, but I then smiled before everything went black.

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.