Pose Practice!
I was practicing poses last night. I WAS getting better at poses.... until I got sick last winter and then I reverted. So I decided to really work on it again. It seems to be going okay.
The way I usually draw is that I start with the eyes and then work outwards. Eyes, nose, mouth, face, hair.... and work down. But when you have a complicated pose, you can't start with the face. You have to start with the body and I end up drawing the face last. So it sometimes look wonky. Which pisses me off because obviously my favorite thing to draw is faces. Grr. Anyway, I think they turned out okay.
First up... Yukio in a simple pose... standing with his arms crossed:
Two more behind the cut: (Amai from MOI and Kyle from PTC... sorry, no Harry Potter pics this time. I have a few stored up for next time though!)
Amai sitting... one leg up and one leg stretched out. This one was hard because of her skirt thing. D: I also drew her eyes too big so I had to resize them in photoshop. LOL
This is a scene from my story where Justin comes out of their father's house to try and convince Kyle to come inside. Kyle is not amused. Hell, I'll post a snippet because I can. LOL
He was about to take another sip of his lemonade when he saw that someone was walking towards them from the house. On closer inspection, it appeared to be Justin. Kyle's heart rate picked up pace, and he set his glass down. Megan steadied it just before it spilled.
“Did you tell him I was out here?” he asked, keeping his eyes on Justin walking closer and closer.
“Yes,” Megan admitted. “I didn't want them to worry if they went back to the car. Are you mad?”
“No... it's not that...” Kyle trailed off as Justin neared earshot. He took his lemonade back from Megan and held onto it while he watched Justin walk up to them and sit down in front of him.
Megan patted Kyle on the shoulder and stood up. “I'm going to go back to the house for a bit. I'll see you in a little bit, Kyle.”
Kyle looked up at her. “Thanks for the lemonade,” he said, admiring her smile before she turned to walk away. He didn't want to look back at his brother, for fear of the wave of guilt that would wash over him, but he did anyway... slowly, slightly cringing.
“I'm sorry, Justin...” he started. “I didn't mean to make a huge deal out of this.”
To Kyle's surprise, Justin didn't look upset. He just looked very, very tired. Justin ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Kyle,” he said. “It's okay... don't apologize. I know this is hard.” He looked at Kyle straight in the eyes. “But you have to come in the house.”
Kyle was about to protest. He was going to tell Justin that he couldn't do it, maybe even say it on the verge of tears, but Justin held up his hand, and Kyle stopped, his mouth open.
“Look,” Justin said. “The guy is dying. He's sorry. You gotta come in.”
Kyle felt his cheeks heating up. “Of course he's sorry,” he spat out. “Everyone's sorry after the fact... after it's too late to do anything about it.”
Justin sighed again. “He's going to be taking a nap while his wife makes us some sandwiches. It would be nice if you could come inside and eat with us,” he said, looking at Kyle for a reaction.
Kyle sipped at his lemonade. “I guess I'm getting a little hungry,” he muttered.
Justin stood up from his spot on the ground and brushed off his pants before reaching his hand out to Kyle. "C'mon, Kyle," he said when Kyle hesitated to take his hand.
Kyle sighed, taking his brother's hand and pulling himself up from the grass. "I should have never agreed to come," he mumbled, falling into step beside Justin when they began making his way back towards the house.
The way I usually draw is that I start with the eyes and then work outwards. Eyes, nose, mouth, face, hair.... and work down. But when you have a complicated pose, you can't start with the face. You have to start with the body and I end up drawing the face last. So it sometimes look wonky. Which pisses me off because obviously my favorite thing to draw is faces. Grr. Anyway, I think they turned out okay.
First up... Yukio in a simple pose... standing with his arms crossed:
Two more behind the cut: (Amai from MOI and Kyle from PTC... sorry, no Harry Potter pics this time. I have a few stored up for next time though!)
Amai sitting... one leg up and one leg stretched out. This one was hard because of her skirt thing. D: I also drew her eyes too big so I had to resize them in photoshop. LOL
This is a scene from my story where Justin comes out of their father's house to try and convince Kyle to come inside. Kyle is not amused. Hell, I'll post a snippet because I can. LOL
He was about to take another sip of his lemonade when he saw that someone was walking towards them from the house. On closer inspection, it appeared to be Justin. Kyle's heart rate picked up pace, and he set his glass down. Megan steadied it just before it spilled.
“Did you tell him I was out here?” he asked, keeping his eyes on Justin walking closer and closer.
“Yes,” Megan admitted. “I didn't want them to worry if they went back to the car. Are you mad?”
“No... it's not that...” Kyle trailed off as Justin neared earshot. He took his lemonade back from Megan and held onto it while he watched Justin walk up to them and sit down in front of him.
Megan patted Kyle on the shoulder and stood up. “I'm going to go back to the house for a bit. I'll see you in a little bit, Kyle.”
Kyle looked up at her. “Thanks for the lemonade,” he said, admiring her smile before she turned to walk away. He didn't want to look back at his brother, for fear of the wave of guilt that would wash over him, but he did anyway... slowly, slightly cringing.
“I'm sorry, Justin...” he started. “I didn't mean to make a huge deal out of this.”
To Kyle's surprise, Justin didn't look upset. He just looked very, very tired. Justin ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Kyle,” he said. “It's okay... don't apologize. I know this is hard.” He looked at Kyle straight in the eyes. “But you have to come in the house.”
Kyle was about to protest. He was going to tell Justin that he couldn't do it, maybe even say it on the verge of tears, but Justin held up his hand, and Kyle stopped, his mouth open.
“Look,” Justin said. “The guy is dying. He's sorry. You gotta come in.”
Kyle felt his cheeks heating up. “Of course he's sorry,” he spat out. “Everyone's sorry after the fact... after it's too late to do anything about it.”
Justin sighed again. “He's going to be taking a nap while his wife makes us some sandwiches. It would be nice if you could come inside and eat with us,” he said, looking at Kyle for a reaction.
Kyle sipped at his lemonade. “I guess I'm getting a little hungry,” he muttered.
Justin stood up from his spot on the ground and brushed off his pants before reaching his hand out to Kyle. "C'mon, Kyle," he said when Kyle hesitated to take his hand.
Kyle sighed, taking his brother's hand and pulling himself up from the grass. "I should have never agreed to come," he mumbled, falling into step beside Justin when they began making his way back towards the house.