Novel & Cerita Anime Whole Body Drawing

The corporate situation had kept them busy all day. But the moment they stepped inside, the tension melted away. Aiden ran toward them immediately. “You’re late!” Aria followed, holding a drawing. “Look what we made!” May knelt down. The drawing showed a stick-figure family standing under a big sun. Four figures held hands. “This is beautiful,” May said warmly. Damien crouched beside her. “Who’s this tall one?” he asked. “That’s you,” Aiden said proudly. “And this is Mommy,” Aria added.

I was maybe thirty minutes in when I looked down at the page and stopped. I had drawn a girl. She was tall. She had slim, long legs and a small waist and the kind of proportions that people described as willowy without making it sound like an insult. She was standing straight with her chin up and her arms loose at her sides like she was comfortable just existing in her own body. I stared at her for a while.

She reached out with one arm to grab the drawings while holding the ice cream bucket with the other. Jaxon sat on the couch, lifted his long arms, and studied the words on the artwork, reading each phrase. "Her warmth delighted him, and the leather cord left a scarlet stain on her body as lovely as flowering Sakura. She made him sweat abundantly and was satisfied with the pleasure."

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

"Uncle Damian! Look at my drawing!" She shoved a crayon portrait into his hands. It showed four stick figures: a tall one with spiky black hair (Damian), a tall one with messy brown hair (Julian), a medium one with long black hair (me), and a small one with pigtails (Lily). They were all holding hands under a yellow sun. "We're all holding hands," Lily explained. "Because we're a family." Damian stared at the drawing for a long moment. His throat moved. When he looked up, his eyes were suspiciously bright.

The Ecostanian-style palace decoration looked luxurious and grand. Flora opened the small bag on her back and took out a picture book. “Mommy look, this is the family portrait I draw. This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is Jason, this is Jerry, and this is me.” There were five cartoon-like characters in the drawing. Although the drawing look was crooked and very abstract, each character was grinning from ear to ear. When I saw it, I smiled until my eyes turned red, “Oh! Baby, you are so awesome. You draw it so well.”

Then I reached the drawings. Someone had sat with a living thing and drawn it the way the old human anatomists drew, every line put down to be true rather than pretty. A figure, standing, filling the page. Not a man. It stood on two legs and had two arms, but the arms hung to the knees, longer than any arm I'd ever shaken. The jaw ran out too far and hung too heavy, built to hold more teeth than a face has room for. In its own panel beside it, the hands: longer in the palm than mine, the bone at the last joint of each finger hooked, a claw drawn back into the shape of a nail and not quite hidden there.

I leaned back slightly, eyes still on the drawing. “It’s brilliant,” I said first, because it was. “But… the shoulder.” She blinked. She didn't seem surprised. I pointed, gently tapping the shoulder part. “Right here. It’s too stiff. See how the shoulder line forms almost a perfect right angle from the neck? That will be fine for a mannequin or an anime, but if you're aiming for a realistic human drawing, it will come out looking slightly weird.” “Please, explain,” her voice was quiet but I could feel a hint of excitement.

I shivered, biting my bottom lip straining to focus. So, there is a Darius and a Forrest. What is the third’s name? Was Darius the one homeroom or Gym Class? Too many questions. I glanced over at his notebook. He was following along but was also doodling. I stretched my neck to try and see what he was drawing. I blinked as I saw it was me. But me anime-style dressed in a female version of Sasuke Uchiha’s costume in Shippuden. He’s outstanding! “My breasts aren’t nearly that big,” I whispered. I was going to regret saying it. But the costume Forrest was drawing me in had more cleavage than I’d be able to supply.

Via asked Angela and nodded a yes. Angela slid the sketchbook on the table to reach Via's hands. As soon as Via opened the sketchbook, she noticed the good smudge of the colors on each page. Via had seen Angela's drawings to be better than hers; they made her artworks mediocre. Each anime had lively colors. They had the correct shadow position, the wrinkles on their clothes were realistic, the hands were perfect, and their hair color had good blending; she had hidden drawings way better than those she shared with the class. Via looked at their works in silence. She observed them cleanly done with the quality of colors even if they failed to copy the characters correctly. She thought that it