unedited sketches preview//another auto-drabble
muurrrgghhh.... Crosshatching is GREAT for depicting someone who's had the shit beaten outta them :D
Still working on those YoitexMiharu drawings-based-on-songs
These two are "The Bird and the Worm" (The Used) and "Everglow" (Mae)
I was so happy when I found that Mae was an emorock band.... It gave me an excuse to DRAW THEM EMO STYLE AHAHAHAHA
I'll post the whole things when I finish drawing from the other two songs that were given to me.
awgod.... I couldn't resist doing that auto-drabble thing again.... This tiem I tried Yoite/Miharu and the auto-story it gave was really good for the pair....just...... some of the nouns are completely *snort* stupidly not fitting
The Battle For The Scarf
For your sake, Yoite cried his scarf. He had been busy with the scarf for hours and now wanted nothing more than a soft cuddle or a frail massage from his lover Miharu.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his melancholy Miharu appeared at the door, grinning sadly.
"Put down the scarf," Miharu said happily. "Unless you want me to cry that scarf on your hair."
Yoite put down the scarf. He was sweet. He had never seen Miharu so free before and it made him weary.
Miharu picked up the scarf, then withdrew a sky from his lip. "Don't be so sweet," Miharu said with a free grimace. "A cat bit my hand this morning, and everything became broken. Now with this scarf and this sky I can happily rule the world!"
Yoite clutched his small hand frustratedly. This was his lover, his melancholy Miharu, now staring at him with a free lip.
"Fight it!" Yoite shouted. "The cat just wants the scarf for his own melancholy devices! He doesn't love you, not the soft way I do!"
Yoite could see Miharu trembling frustratedly. Yoite reached out his hair and touched Miharu's lip happily. He was melancholy, so melancholy, but he knew only his small love for Miharu would break the cat's spell.
Sure enough, Miharu dropped the scarf with a thunk. "Oh, Yoite," he squealed. "I'm so soft, can you ever forgive me?"
But Yoite had already moved for your sake. Like a caged bird longing for freedom, he pressed his hair into Miharu's lip. And as they fell together in a broken fit of love, the scarf lay on the floor, weary and forgotten.
Still working on those YoitexMiharu drawings-based-on-songs
These two are "The Bird and the Worm" (The Used) and "Everglow" (Mae)
I was so happy when I found that Mae was an emorock band.... It gave me an excuse to DRAW THEM EMO STYLE AHAHAHAHA
I'll post the whole things when I finish drawing from the other two songs that were given to me.
awgod.... I couldn't resist doing that auto-drabble thing again.... This tiem I tried Yoite/Miharu and the auto-story it gave was really good for the pair....just...... some of the nouns are completely *snort* stupidly not fitting
The Battle For The Scarf
For your sake, Yoite cried his scarf. He had been busy with the scarf for hours and now wanted nothing more than a soft cuddle or a frail massage from his lover Miharu.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his melancholy Miharu appeared at the door, grinning sadly.
"Put down the scarf," Miharu said happily. "Unless you want me to cry that scarf on your hair."
Yoite put down the scarf. He was sweet. He had never seen Miharu so free before and it made him weary.
Miharu picked up the scarf, then withdrew a sky from his lip. "Don't be so sweet," Miharu said with a free grimace. "A cat bit my hand this morning, and everything became broken. Now with this scarf and this sky I can happily rule the world!"
Yoite clutched his small hand frustratedly. This was his lover, his melancholy Miharu, now staring at him with a free lip.
"Fight it!" Yoite shouted. "The cat just wants the scarf for his own melancholy devices! He doesn't love you, not the soft way I do!"
Yoite could see Miharu trembling frustratedly. Yoite reached out his hair and touched Miharu's lip happily. He was melancholy, so melancholy, but he knew only his small love for Miharu would break the cat's spell.
Sure enough, Miharu dropped the scarf with a thunk. "Oh, Yoite," he squealed. "I'm so soft, can you ever forgive me?"
But Yoite had already moved for your sake. Like a caged bird longing for freedom, he pressed his hair into Miharu's lip. And as they fell together in a broken fit of love, the scarf lay on the floor, weary and forgotten.