hai here is a sketch dump with too many fandoms :) sorry about the ungodly amount of men here i have been going through it and by it i mean gay
ok wait i ran out of tags??? it wont let me tag them all😭😭😭 im gonna have to be sparing with them uhh i guess i will have to ramble under the cut then cus i like rambling in my tags but i cant with this one 😭
(ok im back from the ramble: it is way too long.... proceed forward if you want to see some guy just absolutely talk nonsense for entirely too long)
no cus i swear i have tried tagging more stuff than this before and never hit the limit but whatever
hello i really use this like a fkn blog huh
i just wanted to provide some thoughts on the harper and rosé one first bc its important to me 😌 cus i was thinking abt harper and how in my head and heart of hearts she would be the kid who thought you get pregnant from kissing and i dont think she ever really grew out of that belief. <- this ended up spawning the idea of harper being a sex-repulsed ace and i will die on this hill actually. fight me or die, you die either way actually nvm
this is just a buncha blorbos i dont know what to tell you really. sketch pages like these always end up so weird for me bc for some reason my brain always wants the characters in them to interact in some way. whether that be talking or just reacting to what the other is doing... its something i cant stop with, its so stupid and silly and i hate it and i love it. where else would i see kabru slowly losing his mind with how loud phoenix wright is in court????
I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN OFF THE RAILS WITH THAT BUT THEN THE NEXT PAGE HAPPENED. and all i could do was laugh and ask "what the fuck am i drawing??? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHY IS THISTLE HERE WITH LEOPIKA HELP" LIKE that page started with the big leopika and then i was like "man i miss thistle lemme draw him real quick" but the curse struck and now hes being homophobic so </3
i rlly like how the nic(k) page turned out ... i just have a lot of nicks i like drawing idk.. the lil guy is an oc,,, one day his ref sheet will be finished and itll be awesome but not for now, sorry baby, no can do. im weirdly happy with how the hands turned out for all of them tho?? so thats a W
yotasuke, murai, nick (youll never know which one im referring to. .. jkjk its hoult i love the pose there ehehhe), nic and the entire last page r my favs. i like em all but those rlly get me yknow- the olly too ofc but ive already posted him, dont mind him being here, hes part of the set. AND OVER ALL IVE BEEN HAVING SO FUN WITH SHADING BLACK AND JUST LEAVING SPOTS BLANK ITS SO ?`????
WHY IS THIS SO LONG PLS DONT READ ALL THIS THIS IS STRAIGHT UP EMBARRASSING AGHSDFGSDHJSGD im all like "yeah i dont like talking about myself or whatever" but as soon as i get to my process or blorbos or smth the floodgates fucking break open, not even burst man.
also dont mind how i havent even acknowledged pingas twink pokemon counterpart. hes just here for shits and giggles i dont know the guy like at all, i watched a handful of eps of horizons and that was it RIP
You guys have probably heard about it already, but there will be a Blue Period exhibition
And in one of their rooms they will expose…
The 1st Geidai Exam artworks!!!
Their self portraits!!! That we were not shown in the manga, so it’s something new.
We can see above: Murai, Maki, Hashida, Yatora (with his broken mirror), Yotasuke, who I think it’s on the other row is Miki, the exposition is not open yet so there aren’t many pictures,
the only full picture is this one of Murai:
(Ofc he’d draw himself shirtless)
I’ve only see this other picture with the artworks, behind Miki it seems like Ayano and maybe it’s Momo in the distance… (the light and wuality aren’t the best so we can only assume)
I wish I could see it online but it’s not available, I’ll wait to see the ones that will visit it post pictures bcs I was so curious about the other characters’ self portraits and artowrks (for the exam and in general bcs we barely know anything about anyone that isn’t Yatora)
Wait, there is also their exam number attached to the canvas (confirmed with yatora’s number 52)
Yotasuke is 120
Murai is 249
Hachiro is 248
Maki is 158
Hashida is 316
... it's may 2023, and i only now see the owo on momo's drawing (she has a habit of adding lots of text on her paintings)
Update: Since i still see people rebloging this and seeing this for the first time (if you’re new to blue period hiiiii i love this manga hope you too~) , i think I shall mention that this post was made on 16th June 2022, the exhibition was held in Tokyo between 18th June and 27th September 2022. They made an artbook for it with inspirations and explanations for each portrait (i think, i didn’t buy it yet because it’s solely in Japanese)
Pics From & Info On Tamayura no Ie, a Natsume Yuujinchou light novel
Original Work - Midorikawa Yuki
Novel - Murai Sadayuki
Title: Novel · Natsume Yuujinchou Tamayura no Ie*
*Based on online dictionaries, my guess so far is the title translates to "House of Fleeting Moments", but I've seen it referred to as "House of Reflecting Souls" in a summary post on livejournal
Originally published by Hakusensha in 2016 and the listed price on the back is 670 yen. My copy was published in 2020 as part of the 3rd printing and I got it for ~$18 total.
(if I'm interpreting it right, "Reiko's Portrait" and "Little Fox's Journey" were previously published online before being published as part of this book)
[ID: Seven different digital drawings of fish. One has no text on it for filling it in yourself. Its a black fish with frilly fins. Next to it is a white shark it is labeled with they/them/their and the/themself, below it a yellow muray with sie/ihrer/ihr/sie and die/der/der/die, next to that is a salmon labeled with keine pronomen keine artikel, in the row below is the same ray sticker twice once it is it/him once it/her the labels of the one on the left read es/seiner/ihm/ihn and das/des/dem/den the one on the right reads es/ihrer/ihr/sie and das/der/der/die, the next row has a goldfish labeled with er/seiner/ihm/ihn and der/des/dem/den, the last one is a fish skeleton it is labeled fae/fae/faem/faer and faer/faern/faerm/faere]
You never understood Yakumo Murai, and perhaps it was precisely because of that: you hated him. You hated his guts, you hated how he stood in front of you in that pose — you know, the one where he spread his legs, his foot pointed outwards, his posture screaming overwhelming confidence that was almost cocky — and claimed “you’re the greatest!” while he swatted away the bread you offered to give him.
You never understood what he meant by that, nor do you ever care to. The way those “compliments” (you can never tell) rolled from his tongue so easily and made your cheeks burn in ways you never knew they would — like flames that sparked beneath your skin and consumed through your veins in an uncontrollable momentum — annoyed you to no beyond. For they always tugged your heartstrings that weren’t meant to be tugged (you were a normal civilian, god damn it! you had work, you had duty, hell— you had responsibilities).
You never understood how Yakumo Murai could waltz into the convenience store you were working at with such finesse, capturing your eyes and heart in an instant and disappear — leaving you to long over his figure that would waltz in anytime. To buy some cheap beer, or maybe a pack of cigarettes, all the while complaining about his empty stomach, where you eventually learned his money was gone to creating a “powerful” art piece (whatever that meant).
You hated how freeing he was. A tint of jealousy bubbled in your chest whenever you listen to him talk about drawing as he leaned against the counter, resembling that of a prayer. The passion, the love, the devotion within his words was unlike anything you had learn to feel towards art. But perhaps you do, you did, because of that jealousy in your chest continued to bubble. And one day it might bubble over — you never admitted, but you were afraid that it would, and it would knock down the life you’ve learned to live. Yet at the same time, you wished, you yearned for that day to come. For him to forcibly yank you away like the bread you offered him, and into his arm, his life.
But most of all, you hated how Yakumo Murai doesn’t come back anymore. You see him in magazines now, posing beside a marvellous canvas he claimed to be his most powerful work. You recalled that, the money that was spent away for it, the days he would collapse in the store from hunger because of it, and the bread you’d give just for him to call you “the greatest!”. You remembered his hardships, yours too, only he continued to dedicate himself to it, no matter the pain and anguish — like it was a one-sided love he couldn’t bear to let go, for he loved it too much.