Withered Chica Fan Art Novels & Stories

All the characters solely belong to me, the resemblance to any living or dead is a mere coincidence . Do follow me in insta as agni_aastha. where you can watch my character sketch and aesthetic. ❤❤theme song- Chainsmokers all we know❤ Fighting flames of fire Hang onto burning wires We don't care anymore Are we fading lovers? We keep wasting colors Maybe we should let this go We're fallin' apart, still we hold together We've passed the end, so we chase forever

Vessa hummed lightly through her nose as if considering that answer from several different angles before setting the flower back down. Then she picked up the portrait. The charcoal had faded slightly over time, especially near the corners where my fingers had touched it too often. Three figures stood together beneath rough shading that might have been trees or clouds depending on how long you looked at it. A man. A woman. A little girl standing proudly between them with her hair falling loose around her shoulders. The first time I saw it after the absorption, I spent nearly an hour staring

Her attention was entirely on the clay in her hands. Sunlight brushed along her profile, softening her expression. Calliope suddenly scooped up a handful of clay and playfully smeared it across Elena's cheek. Lucas expected her to scold the child. Instead, she laughed and reached out to return the gesture, dabbing clay back on the girl's face as she smiled with unbridled joy. It was a smile that Lucas hadn't seen in years. "Mom!" Charlotte pulled free from the bodyguard's hand and ran toward the studio before Lucas could stop her. He followed immediately.

Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.

A fury that would only be calmed if I slit their throat, or by default, gouged out their eyes. Chiara, despite everything, retains that pure and innocent aura. However, with her awakened voice, she shone with an almost dazzling brightness and an uncontrollable joy. It was as if an angel had regained its lost wings, and that celestial creature was now my angel. Everywhere we went, Chiara radiated a childlike excitement, as if every corner we visited was a new wonder for her. And so it was, because of her uncle.

However, in an instant, I saw my photo which is a chibi art version of me, next a profile of a man with a Bullet picture. That chibi art version of me was created by Jill. That b*tch is kinda talented too. It was the photo that I decided to use for this dating site in order to protect my identity. Afterall, I am now the kind of a woman who showed off her face because I must admit, and I am proud of it, I inherited the beauty of my mother.

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

I promised her. June died in the fire, and I adopted Alanna. As Alanna was too little, she had little memories of June now. She had been calling me mommy ever since. Meanwhile, my depression was getting worse and worse. As soon as I closed my eyes, I would remember what happened back in the lab. It had become a ghost haunting me. The only person who treated me with kindness overseas had died. I then lived like a walking corpse for the next few years.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

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