Hairstyle Drawing Anime Novels & Stories

It was a drawing of me. "Who drew this?" I awed. It's a picture of me standing and looking to my right. The outfit in the drawing was the same exact outfit on the day Cayden and I went to the zoo. My hair was drenched, but I look happy. I saw a smile on my face that I've never seen, the mirror before. I didn't even know that it was possible for me to ever smile that way.

"Really good! I made a drawing today of you and me and Mama. Oh, and Grandpa too! Even though I don't know what he looks like yet, but I just imagined." I glanced at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Really? Can we see it?" "Of course you can! I worked super hard on it.” "I just hope you made me look so handsome in that picture, or else I'm gonna have to eat you up along with your drawing.” "Of course I did. I even made you really, really tall... like a giant tree!" Hailey giggled. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Like… a tree?" "Yeah! See?" She held up her drawing to the camera, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Alex was indeed drawn like a stick figure tree.

He placed her on the floor and tore away the white cloth that covered the drawing board. On the paper clipped to the drawing board was a sketch of a man without a face. The man wore a white T-shirt and had long, flowing black hair. On his slender fingers was a four-leaf clover ring. He could see that the subject of the drawing was a younger version of him, even though there were no facial features. The drawing was lifelike. The artist must have been a master. What made him even more surprised was that the drawing was clearly done in Angeline's style.

With a few quick, confident strokes, I sketched Alexander's sharp, stoic profile— gold-rimmed glasses, tailored suit, all restraint and cold elegance. And yet, he was holding me in his arms, my dress hitched up to reveal a sliver of pale, smooth leg wrapped around his waist. A string of sandalwood beads circled his fingers, and his head was bowed, his lips pressed to my collarbone. The drawing oozed with raw, unbridled desire. I finished it in minutes, the lines fluid and charged with tension. I nodded in satisfaction, then uploaded it to my long-forgotten account in one smooth motion.

Melania. Kenji had tried his best to create her image by drawing her hair long and black. Because Athena has blonde hair. My chest tightened. I shifted my gaze to the little girl. She looked like a smaller version of Melania. Then my eyes moved to the boy. It must be him. Standing beside them. “Kenji…” I said slowly. He looked at me again. I hesitated for a moment before asking softly, “Do you like her?” He didn’t answer. But his fingers moved. He pointed at the woman in the drawing then placed his small hand over his chest.

All of them joined in this highly unsuspicious conversation as they carried-dragged me away from the line of people all watching the group of weirdos who apparently had never seen a tree before. The drawing was of me when I had my scraggly beard and my hair wasn’t quite right either. The artist had also taken the liberty of thickening up my eyebrows and giving me a vicious scowl. Wanted-me definitely had the face of a criminal and was also, somewhat upsettingly, much more handsome than regular-me.

"This drawing needs modification. Don't you understand what I told you last time? You didn't modify anything I asked you to. You can't do it in this way. You have to do it all over again..." Her figure was very slim, and her long curly hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. All her bangs were combed to the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead. Her facial features were exquisite, three-dimensional, and beautiful. With light makeup, she looked very smart and capable. "It's going to be like this... Do you understand?" She kept giving instructions to her assistant in detail and tirelessly asked if she understood over and over again. "Yes, yes, I understand. I'll modify

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

Xavier nodded shyly showing me the face that he drew using a Sharpie. “I’m quite impressed.” The face that he drew was really cute and somehow precise. It had a pair of really slick eyebrows, a cute curled eyelashes and the eyes, they look like anime eyes. Even the lips, it was really drawn with such impeccable precision. “I don’t believe you drew that face.” “I did. I got bored during algebra and I ended up giving Billie a face.” “Okay, I don’t want to compliment you because I still hate the fuck out of you but yeah, I guess I would say you have some talent.”

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v