Hairstyle Drawing Anime Novels & Stories

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

Isamu, who has red hair and golden brown eyes, rocked a street punk look and exuded an electrical magnetic charm. Tadashi, who has orange hair and oblivion black eyes, looked at home in his simple black shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. Hansuke, who has light brown hair and hazel eyes, looked cute in his hoodie, trousers, and sneakers. Eiichi, who has purple hair and indigo eyes, looked suave in his V-neck long-sleeved shirt, long pants, and classy shoes. Tatsuya, who has green hair and turqoise eyes, looked smart in his woolen vest with a shirt underneath, long pants, and working shoes.

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

The girl was a talkative—something I loved about her. "And why are you still up?" My gaze fell on his drawing book. "Drawing something?" He nodded and sat back on the floor. I took a closer look at the drawing. It was a weird one. Xylon was definitely going to be a good artist when he grew up. But for now, his sketches were still amateurish. Observing carefully, I could tell it was a rough sketch of a man. At least, that was what it looked like. The person had beards and a moustache with a hoodie over his head. The drawing looked poor and unclear, but this was what I could make out.

Nicole. “Heidi…” my heart softened as I dropped to my knees beside her. “I’m gonna put them back, I promise. I just wanted mum to stay here for a while.” One of her drawings rested ont he table too, almost covered by mum’s scarf. I pulled it from under there. It wasn’t the best picture but I could tell it was two older women with a child in between them. One of the women’s hair was done with a yellow pencil while the other was black, the child had tiny dots around her head to imitate hair, but what they all had in common was the yellow circles hovering over their heads and the triangle wings.

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

When she chewed on the bottom lip, he became lost in a fantasy of those lips wrapped around his c-ck. “That’s really good,” she interrupted his fantasy. He looked at his sketch. He had the eyes right, he thought, the furtive uncertainty in them. He couldn’t wait to try to capture the shifting blue of them. “I like me too,” he said looking at her drawing of him. Where he had focused on detailing her eyes, she had captured him in a sparse linework that had shades of anime styling. It was impressive that her style managed to portray his body language so simply, the angle of his head, the flop of his hair across his face, and the narrowed eyes were rebellious and defiant and left him feeling a l

Two hours before the start of the party, Ayane and Ryuji decided to start prepping for it. Ayane did her own hair and makeup since there was no time to call for a professional. She pinned back the left side of her hair and let the right side flow down. She placed a hairpin with a dragon and a tiger symbol on it on the pinned side of her hair to emphasize it. After she did her hair and makeup, she was having trouble zipping up her gown. Left with no choice, she asked help from Ryuji.

There was a cool sketch book style drawing of some anime character that looked really good. “Wow, that is really awesome.” I leaned in to see the detailing. “Thanks, I am just about done.” He showed me the completed idea that was on a stencil beside him. “Did you create the design or did he?” I asked. He seems to like wearing hats, he was in w snapback the first day I met him and he is again today and it matched with his outfit today. “I did, he told me he wanted the character and I sort of did the rest.” He said.