How To Draw Female Eyes Anime Novels & Stories

“And that’s just the base. That’s before they even start drawing geometry on their eyelids.” Mariah snorted. “Not geometry.” “IT IS,” I insisted, warming up now. “They’re like, ‘Just do a soft cut crease, a smoked-out outer corner, and a subtle wing,’ and I’m over here stabbing myself in the eye with a pencil because no one explained how to do a wing for someone whose eyelids aren’t tiny billboards.” Tori laughed, nodding a little too hard. “Honestly? She’s not wrong.”

After introducing all the makeup products, Natasha began to put on her makeup. First, she applied a pinkish purple blush, suitable for going out on dates, on her face. Then, she introduced each step that should be done carefully and what to take note of. After that, she took out a paper and a pen. She drew a simple pair of eyes and began to explain several eye shadows' typical application techniques. After understanding the routine using this drawing method, the next step was to select the color combination for the eye shadow.

MILA’S POV “Done!” Sasha exclaimed, and leaned back with a satisfied expression. She clapped her hands together beneath her chin and looked at me like an artist admiring their finished masterpiece. My gaze hesitantly darted to the mirror, and when I finally looked, a gasp escaped my lips. My green eyes popped beneath the eyeliner, which was sharply drawn to give me an almost seductive cat eye. The makeup on my face was enough to enhance my delicate features, and my usually small lips looked fuller with the bold red lipstick painted on it.

That whole day they didn't go to work as her anxiety didn't come down that easily and he stayed for her making her feel better. One week has passed since the snake incident happened and their moods and lives are all set in its place. Currently, in front of the mirror, her hand slowly and delicately is drawing black eyeliner around her eye, on the bank side of her eyelids delicately on the top and thickly in the inside of her bottom eyelids and with a small stroke at the corner of her eye giving it a wing she parted away the pencil from her eyes and looked herself in the mirror while her husband watched her leaning to the wall just side to the mirror cherishing the inky art on her eyes.

Behind the curtains, muffled sounds were periodically heard: either a cough came as if from afar, or a barely audible rattle. Trying not to pay attention to extraneous sounds, having already concentrated more, she continued to draw the initial outline of the face. Either with soft movements of the pencil, or more clearly highlighting the lines, she drew them with pressure. Stroke by stroke, the lines lay down smoothly, flowing from one to another like streams of melt water in the spring, and now a face so dear, dear to me, was already recognizable. Slightly wrong, but very dear to the heart features: lips, as if slightly trembling in a sad smile, eyes look, as if through time, somewhere far

"There's no way I look like that. You look like you're being castrated right now." "Here's a better representation," There's a short stick laying between us and I pick it up, drawing the shape of a human face on the beach sand. I start out by drawing out two 'o's as the eyes with curved brows at the top. A small triangle is drawn next to display his small but pointy nose, and then lastly, strike out a straight horizontal line as his mouth. Noah stares at the silly drawing on the sand that now looks like a hairless mutant and raises a curved brow. "It's missing both ears."

she giggles despite the rolling tears from her eyes. ****😉****

I don’t feel like going for a run so I decide to draw the woman before I forget her face. I walk over to my desk to get out my sketch pad and pencils and begin drawing. I try to remember as much detail as possible. Her almond shaped eyes and high cheek bones. Her head was a heart shape like mine and she had full lips. I drew her fishtail braid but had it hang from her shoulder and even though it was braided her hair still reached her waist. After I am finished I looked at my drawing. I had given her sad eyes like in my dream but I still can’t shake this feeling like I know her and she looks so much like me. Or maybe I am just imagining it. I tuck the drawing away in my sketch book, leaving i

"Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Calling fort, black and long hands emerges from the same lines and points of the transmutation circle. As the eye is drawn and opens in the middle, she smiles back looking towards it as it pins its sight towards her. With the eye’s black, deep and somehow taunting stare, she let the hands wrap around her hands, waist, and feet. Falling into the abyss as she let her body be shallowed unto the eye, she draws a satisfying smile and all in a second and a few ticking times she opens her eyes as she is directed into HIS realm and void.

Anita's lashes trembled, and she opened her eyes calmly, like a beauty goddess, who had just woken up from her thousand years of beauty sleep. As her eyes caught the reflection of herself, her expression changed slightly, and she lifted up her right palm to stroke her cheek. Her hair was straightened and moved to one side, which covered half of her face, plunging below her neck. This gave her a look of boldness, sexiness, and baddy! Her sword shape brows appeared brushed and trimmed slightly so it can perfectly fit above her set of glassy eyes, filled with a fire of passion!