Toshiro Hitsuguya, the Child Prodigy, 10th squad captain of the Soul Reapers from the anime/manga series, Bleach.
He has to be my favorite captain of the lot, I mean, after all, his zanpaku-to (Or embodiment of spiritual power) is an ice dragon, which definitely adds coolness points. And, while most of the other captains are stuck-up jerks, he is really cool! Literally!
He looks older in this picture than he should... Oh well. And I hate it when pen melts with hairspray. I mean, I was trying to seal the charcoal background, and the pen suddenly decides to melt! D: Well, it still turned out okay, even though the lines are all messy and purple,
when they are supposed to be clean and black and... *Rambles on*
This took about 3 1/2 hours
Tools used were: Ballpoint pen, Charcoal, colored pencils, a blue highlighter, sharpie pens, kneaded eraser, and hairspray.
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Hey guys, sorry I haven't been on for a while. I've been on a field trip recently with my art program. Much fun was had as well as some unexpected exercise. xD I'll try to make a collage of some of the stuff I took pictures of for you all to see.
hellos pyrah! The same could be said for me...except I wasn't really going anywhere. I ARE VERY SORRY DRAGNIXIANS! I will not leave you again! *chases babyd*
Commentator: He's at the 20 yard line! He's going to make the pass... He throws.... *Jenu flies out of nowhere, eats the ball, and disappears* Commentator: ... ... ... ... ... ...
O.O wow...Mars...did we really absolutely have to know that?! ANYWAY!!! *brandishes a better sword* 0---I==========> RAR!!! *swings sword around madly*
*shakes head in disgust* Ya'll find entertainment in the weirdest things. *sigh* Do you think the kid thinks its cool that his head got blown off by a bullet, and instead of dying, became a freak that everyone looks at? Geez.
I think the kid is inspiring because he was still able to do so much after going through something that traumatizing. Plus, I brought it up to counter Babyd's statement, "Halfs are essential...if I didn't have half a brain I would clearly not be able to function." I did not bring it up to "look at" and I never said he was a freak, you did.
Oh ho ho Mars has got the moves! Beedle-ly Bop sho Da shoop! *Dances the dance of frustrated paper cups* I have to go to bed now. 'Twas nice talking to you!
*laughs insanely* your all wrong, the bestest numberer in the universe is 13! espicialy if it's on a friday. ooh look BLACK CAT *chases* My brother has a black cat his name is Zero, it is named after the white dog in Nightmare before Christmas, the cat went for a swim in my brothers pool, and now he has a curly tail.
Hmm hm hm *cough*
There was a dog, her name was bo,
she went to a shop and ate it.
She had a dog friend,
His name is Bruno,
he went to a shop,
and it ate him.
Bo went to that shop,
and said in a strop.
"Spit out my friend or i'll bite you!"
Said the shop "NO! NOW YOU GO!
I have to digest young Bruno"
And with that,
Bo jumped in
with a grimace not a grin
of rage upon her fair fetures
She turned the sop,
inside out with a POP,
And rescued pore little Bruno
Said Bruno to Bo
"Now let us go,
and get married dear pooch,
and eat this shop for a feast!"
That was a random poem dedicated to my Brothers Dogs, Bruno the Rotty, and Bo, the Rotty-kelpie cross.
Lol, Hey guys! I just finished writing a short, one-shot Bleach fanfiction that needs to be proofread, if you guys wanna help. If you haven't watched up to... Oh, I dunno, episode 117, then it might not make much sense, but you still should be able to get at least some of it. If you haven't watche up to the Soul society arc of Bleach, this will make no sense whatsoever. If you haven't watched any Bleach, it will make even less sense. Anyways, This is based upon the 5th Bleach opening, Rolling Star, at about 20 seconds in to 26 seconds in: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvZ33psSH6Y So, without further ado, the fanfiction. If you don't get anything, than ask me!
It was a small, insignificant, slightly run down café existing on the side of the road in the human world. Said cafe was the best Toushiro could find to be able to think freely; his personal hideaway. After all, the roof of Orihime’s apartment did not contain personal privacy, and even then, Matsumoto and Orihime often got too loud, clouding his train of thought. This café, however, was mostly silent, aside from the idle chatter of the mortals within, and was far enough that he needn’t worry of Matsumoto finding him easily, yet he would easily be able to reach her if the need arises.
He had been there often enough; usually when he needed to think clearly, and his lieutenant had yet to find him, so Rangiku actually finding him in his hideaway caught him by surprise. He knew it was a matter of time before she found him, but nevertheless…
…
The towheaded child prodigy was staring silently out of the window of the café, a neon sign blinking from red to green repeatedly just above the window. His gaze was distant, dreamy, as he was lost in thought.
He wondered what the other Captains were doing currently… Was his squad doing well without neither him nor Matsumoto? He pondered of Hinamori; she should be waking from her coma soon... And he regretted not being there in the Soul Society for her when she did.
The young captain was so lost in thought that he didn’t sense the reiatsu of someone fast-approaching. Not until escape was out of the question. A single, singsong, cheerful voice broke his train of thought, and gave him a sense of foreboding.
“Heeey, Taichou!” He didn’t have time to react; the only thing that could cross his mind before the inevitable happened was: Oh, shit. A second later, the boy was tackled and hugged tightly by the ecstatic, strawberry blonde, his breath being crushed out of him, and two warm, large breasts being shoved in his face. The boy slumped, a look of annoyance clear.
“Matsumoto…” The Strawberry blonde looked at her captain questioningly. “Hm, Taichou?” She asked, her sky blue eyes observing her captain questioningly. “GET. OFF.” The child prodigy hissed through grit teeth. Matsumoto merely grinned.
Hah I don't watch any Bleach. -_- The only mistakes are towheaded = Twoheaded? And some of the sentences don't begin with a capital letter. Nothing big. Great work though. ^^
No, no mistake there. Towheaded is a term used to describe a light blonde or white hair color; white and a light yellow is the color of a plant called tow, so the term 'towhead' refers to the color. As for capitals, I didn't know I was missing any O.o' You should watch Bleach! It is awesome! Thanks, Babyd! :3
I was at work until 12am tonight... :D *dies*
Oh that stinks! xD I fell asleep arround 3:00am...ahhh...
Hmm hm hm *cough*
There was a dog, her name was bo,
she went to a shop and ate it.
She had a dog friend,
His name is Bruno,
he went to a shop,
and it ate him.
Bo went to that shop,
and said in a strop.
"Spit out my friend or i'll bite you!"
Said the shop "NO! NOW YOU GO!
I have to digest young Bruno"
And with that,
Bo jumped in
with a grimace not a grin
of rage upon her fair fetures
She turned the sop,
inside out with a POP,
And rescued pore little Bruno
Said Bruno to Bo
"Now let us go,
and get married dear pooch,
and eat this shop for a feast!"
That was a random poem dedicated to my Brothers Dogs, Bruno the Rotty, and Bo, the Rotty-kelpie cross.
It was a small, insignificant, slightly run down café existing on the side of the road in the human world. Said cafe was the best Toushiro could find to be able to think freely; his personal hideaway. After all, the roof of Orihime’s apartment did not contain personal privacy, and even then, Matsumoto and Orihime often got too loud, clouding his train of thought. This café, however, was mostly silent, aside from the idle chatter of the mortals within, and was far enough that he needn’t worry of Matsumoto finding him easily, yet he would easily be able to reach her if the need arises.
He had been there often enough; usually when he needed to think clearly, and his lieutenant had yet to find him, so Rangiku actually finding him in his hideaway caught him by surprise. He knew it was a matter of time before she found him, but nevertheless…
…
The towheaded child prodigy was staring silently out of the window of the café, a neon sign blinking from red to green repeatedly just above the window. His gaze was distant, dreamy, as he was lost in thought.
He wondered what the other Captains were doing currently… Was his squad doing well without neither him nor Matsumoto? He pondered of Hinamori; she should be waking from her coma soon... And he regretted not being there in the Soul Society for her when she did.
The young captain was so lost in thought that he didn’t sense the reiatsu of someone fast-approaching. Not until escape was out of the question. A single, singsong, cheerful voice broke his train of thought, and gave him a sense of foreboding.
“Heeey, Taichou!” He didn’t have time to react; the only thing that could cross his mind before the inevitable happened was: Oh, shit. A second later, the boy was tackled and hugged tightly by the ecstatic, strawberry blonde, his breath being crushed out of him, and two warm, large breasts being shoved in his face. The boy slumped, a look of annoyance clear.
“Matsumoto…” The Strawberry blonde looked at her captain questioningly. “Hm, Taichou?” She asked, her sky blue eyes observing her captain questioningly. “GET. OFF.” The child prodigy hissed through grit teeth. Matsumoto merely grinned.
Obviously, it was a Monday.