Anime Whole Body Drawing Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry. I’m an Alpha. It’s in my nature, and despite everything, you’re still… my mate.” My cheeks heat a little at the reminder, but I shake my head again. “Get a grip on yourself next time. Ezra just wanted a portrait done to give to his girlfriend. If you consider that sexual, then you’ll be furious to find out that I drew fully nude men multiple times in college.” Arthur clears his throat. “You have?” I nod, glancing at him. “Yes. It’s common in figure drawing. It’s good to draw the body uninhibited by clothes, so that you can get a good grasp of the skeletal and muscular structure. I’ve drawn nude women, too.”

“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.

I demand, moving the drawing again, my heart still pumping hard. I haven't stopped being in this tachycardic state since I managed to run away from Laurent's house. I need answers so I can figure out how to feel because right now I'm just... I don't know. I don't know how I am. My soul left my body the moment I saw these ten drawings of me. Naked, in different poses, with my whole damn body on display, with parts that even I haven't seen: my hole, for example. In extreme detail. Everything has extreme detail.

Chapter thirty-three Anabelle Pov The hall was noisy, the moderators were discussing with each other. While other members were whispering. I couldn't think about the noise. I closed my eyes and started mapping out the drawing found. I drew the mountains first, filling it with amber color, the mountain was filled with different giant trees. After properly drawing the mountain I drew the moon-bird. It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one.

Then he turns the book around and holds it toward me. It is me. I am looking at a drawing of myself. Sitting on this bench. My legs crossed at the ankle. My phone in my hand, the light shining on my face. He has caught the way I bend forward a little when I am cold. The way my hair falls over one eye. It is full of detail. So much detail. The strap of my bag on my shoulder. The fold of my sweater. The tightness in my jaw that I did not even know I had until I saw it drawn in pencil.

"I will help." Kai nods with the satisfaction of someone whose project planning has received the necessary resource confirmation. Then he picks up the drawing book from the chair and he opens it to a fresh page and he begins to draw, right there in the treatment room, with the focused economy of someone who has something to get down before the image leaves. I look over his shoulder. He is drawing three figures: a small one, a tall one, and a third one whose silver hair he renders in careful crosshatched lines, standing in the western quarter with the tree and the lifted pavement stone visible at the edge of the frame.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

Using Daisy’s descriptions, Xyla quickly opened her phone’s drawing software to draw a full-body picture of Yaksha. While Xyla drew, Daisy gave her instructions next to her. After a short while, a full-body picture was formed… In the picture, Yaksha seemed extremely thin. He looked nearly like a bamboo pole. His face was very small, and he had a sharp chin and a long neck. On top of that, with shoulder-length gray hair, he looked very fragile. It was as if he suffered from malnutrition. Xyla even felt that he looked like a skinny character from a TV series she watched as a kid.

But I am pleasantly surprised to see how he captured my legs perfectly well, every line was represented well. “Woah.” I whisper, still not moving from my spot. Mostly because I didn’t want him to see how damp I had made the bench. Also because this was the only way I could trust myself to stay put, I didn’t trust myself to be civil around him. “This is the first time I haven’t finished a drawing.” The me on the canvas didn’t have an upper body, he stopped just above my belly button piercing. “Why?” “I was distracted.”

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-