I finally got to finish up the watercolor painting I had planned for the runners-up for my cat event!
Considering Yoh Asakura, Tamao Tamamura and Shintaro Midorima were all tied for 2nd place, I had to come up with designs. I decided to re-use frog Midorima, and chose a fox and a cat for Tamao and Yoh respectively. I tried to copy Takei's style so the Matamune reference would be extra strong (the Osorezan Revoir arc is iconic).
So I came up with the following scenario:
Midorima made a wrong landing whilst hopping on the wet mud. His tiny little body slided a few centimeters further, and his glasses flew in the air. As I already mentioned in my post comparing Midorima and Lyserg, Midorima without glasses is like Marco without glasses. However, today was a lucky day for Cancers as Tamao the friendly pink fox brings him his glasses and the kind brown cat Yoh nudges him straight up.
(after posting this, I realized I forgot to re-draw the line at Yoh's right ear because the watercolour made it too vague which I had planned to do before posting. Oops-)
it is of course my Girls. made it out of an old skirt I've had since actual middle school and never wore because it was a midi skirt and I don't wear midi skirts. she was just going to be cabbage but I randomly got inspired at like 10:30pm last night and now we have this
this is how much I severed that's going back in the cabbage drawer
Hana-boy’s getting so many presents lately, first the PV then all the bday fanart! 😂 But also, I decided to coincide this with @skpetals ‘s August event!
Anyway, have a drabble to go along with this picture! (It’s below the cut)
Part 1
He couldn’t suppress the grin on his face as he stared at the pair.
“Is that…?” Asked the woman leaning next to him, looking over his shoulder as he flipped through photos.
“They’re celebrating Obon!” He beamed, looking at the radiant lantern lights around them. “…Huh, where’s Ryu?”
“Probably taking the photo.” the woman replied. She stared at the small boy in the photo. “Still not smiling for pictures, huh?”
The man couldn’t help but laugh. “He won’t do it unless he really feels like it! In a way, he’s much like you, isn’t he?”
The woman eyed him sternly. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that he’s cute when he pouts, just like you~” the man laughed again as he felt a few light hits to his shoulder.
“Tch.”
The couple both continued to stare at the Polaroid. It was a massive feat that this even got to them. But here it was, and he was just as they remembered. Messy blond hair, beautiful brown eyes, and still oh so tiny.
But…
“Can you believe he’s already in elementary?” The woman asked, breaking the silence.
“No,” he shook his head. “Time sure flies, doesn’t it?”
“He’s getting so big.” the woman commented softly.
“I think he can still fit squarely in our arms.” The man smiled.
The woman stared up at him, sharing one solemn glance before looking away. “…I never did hold him enough.”
The man closed his eyes. Some thoughts passed through his mind regarding one man— or rather, the lack thereof. There was only a room full of music records, a pair of headphones, and a guitar that was much too big for him to hold at the time.
“…me neither.”
He wondered if the boy in the picture loved Soul Bob too.