Kaibutsu-kun the drama is filled to the brim with goodies that can mostly be attributed, because we are all biased, to Ohchan’s comical portrayal as a spoilt and ignorant prince of monsters as well as his priceless interactions with the other cast. When you put cute and cute together – that is Kaibutsu and Hiroshi – the effects are overwhelming! Just when I thought this genre wouldn’t generate my interest despite the fact that Ohno was the lead, it reined me in episode after hearty episode, leading me to conclude that it’s perfect for kids and Ohno fans alike. I’d liken Kaibutsu-kun to desserts; there will always be space for this, all seriousness aside :D
Although this is considered old in fandom, I think there’s no such thing as being too late for any form of fanart (well, unless it’s for the birthdays and anniversaries and stuff lol – speaking of which, it’s OHNOVEMBER!). And so it had been equally delightful drawing this. Ohchan’s silly singing voice is permanently stuck in my head: 念力集中クルクルガビ~~ン~#$^@!
With his outstre—–tched arm, Kaibutsu-kun waves hello to anyone who (still) follows my blog/art :-3
Did anyone else think of Nino while watching Jesse Eisenberg (as Mark Zuckerberg) in The Social Network? Lol I couldn’t comparing the similarities, especially those lips!! *stares* 同じ匂いがするね。That was one engaging movie by the way, I never knew such a saga exists behind Facebook.
And on the same day Curry treated all of us to Skinny Pizza, a waiter had Nino written on his nametag; G had pointed that out.. Awww.
Rewatching Ryuusei no Kizuna – brings back the fondest memories whenever the music to Beautiful Days plays, and catching up on NatsuNiji <3 GAWD I MISS FANDOM SO MUCH :’(
I found some time to practice on observational sketching, which I used to do a lot in the past when I first got into pen lineart. (These days I simply doodle mindless crap in my notebook too much..) Here are two of Ohno’s:
01. 「天然ですよ、こいつ！」He’s such a natural, Satoshi.
02. In the spotlight. The photo of Ohno mid-jump is so amazing, yet my sketch doesn’t do justice to the elegance portrayed at all.
That’s all for now, I might post more sketches on different subjects in the days to come.
Captain! <3
Fanart of my baby, Ohno Satoshi, based on the appearance of an original character for a flash animation (Black Illusion, on Schizophrenia) I created in 2008. Why so? Cause my mum would laugh and comment every time she watches it on how she thinks the character gives off Ohno vibes. On top of that I kind of wanted to draw Ohchan in a studio with random props everywhere, in a slightly different style, and if you were wondering, the chairs actually came from the classroom scenes. As for the fish, they appeared on their own accord :O
Style and colours inspired by dear Fabfish <3 and this wonderful artist Andrahilde I found out about recently.
“Sunny days are good for hanging out laundry. It’ll be bad if there’s any rain, then my clothes won’t dry..”
I can never keep track of the countless times over the years I’ve walked past this everyday scene, and unconsciously pushed it to the back of my head, in the afternoons while the muted rumbling coming from the washing machine accompanied her unhurried pacing down the hall and up into the kitchen, biding for time. Grandma never leaves her load unattended for long.
She’s proven to have a bit of OCD from how the distance between each hanger on the clothesline has to be equal, aligned like a perfect art installation to face a certain direction, and no, they mustn’t ever be hung at the far end of the balcony under the air conditioner unit (or near of my family’s undergarments, for that matter). Why she thinks other factors, among these, will rub “bad luck” off onto her clothes and subsequently onto herself, I will never know.
On most days she argues with my mum about the softener, even if excessive amounts actually shortens the life of the washing machine. So do her frequent successive rewashing – especially the towels because towels somehow don’t, you know, end up clean enough – through the same routine.
Come nighttime, grandma is restless and still lingering on her usual spot, mumbling something about the sky being so dark it looks like it’s gonna start pouring the next moment.
I’d like to keep assuring her that her that it wouldn’t happen, that she wouldn’t catch a disease from wearing garments which are not so immaculate, that she didn’t have to insist on running them through the cycle a hundred times (equaling the frequency with which she would mop her room’s wooden floor so much so there’s a huge patch where the lacquer has come off, now) and even if it does rain a little -
- it’s okay.
