MLP Characters As Humans!

Note: The virtual cyber ants that run this blog have come to announce that...

The last drawings of Teruki week have been postponed, BUT they will be posted as soon as possible!

-Thank you for your understanding

hi *i say as i spread the shoumob truth*

Day 1: Family or school life

It was hot. The sun seemed merciless that Friday afternoon, but perhaps the excessive heat was coming more from Mob than from the star itself. No matter how much he quickened his pace, it seemed he would never get home, and of all the days he could take a brief break on the way, this would not be the chosen one. It was then that a familiar voice took him out of his internal purgatory, with an excited call

'HI MOB!!' Tome said in all her ecstasy 'How lucky I am to bump into you! Can you come with me to return Mezato's camera? I can't find her anywhere' And, as tempting as it sounded to help his friend, it was not an option to stop and risk being late

'Ah, Kurata-san! I would love to help you but I can't right now, I really need to go home... Sorry...' he said, gradually lowering his tone

'GOSH, but what is so important that you have to do that would stop you from HELPING your friend here?' The girl replied, in a teasing tone but with a hint of curiosity.

'Y-yes! And I need to go now, see you tomorrow, Kurata-san!' Mob finished, returning to his firm step from before, but not leaving without first wishing good luck in finding the owner of the camera.

'Ah, Teru is coming over today, my parents want to meet him!' The boy replied, now more excited, unable to contain his smile that escaped when he mentioned the other boy's name.

'Ohhh, the boyfriend is going to meet the parents, huh? So things are getting serious!' She said, not abandoning the joking tone.

One Piece on Ice 2024: Sanji (Koshiro Shimada) doing everything with 100% enthusiasm

☆ Day 2 : hobby or fight

Prompt list :

THIS ONE NOW!

I LOVED making this one! It seriously got me out of the artblock abyss SO fast urghh

I think the clothes already give it away but the design is based on the fight against Shimazaki n s2! I love that fight, so when I thought about portraying Teru's side in it I got a little carried away by the thought that he's practically my age and was saving the world from self-centered terrorists

I wanted a scared, afraid, terrified Teruki... That's what I wanted to portray, the FEAR of losing and knowing (or maybe not) the consequences of his failure! It was tense, and he couldn't win alone (in fact I think that deep down, deep down he was never content with not having killed that blind man).

So if at any point you expressed that you liked the expressiveness or movement or anything like that in the drawing, THANK YOU SO MUCH for letting me know because it makes me happy that the message got across ^^

End of the lecture, thanks for reading hehehe (⁠^⁠^⁠)

☆ Day 2 : hobby or fight

Prompt list :

Day 2: Spirit or space

"The gardening club was a failure."

That was the answer students at Black Vinegar Middle School had to settle for when the school’s greenhouse was permanently closed—and no one ever questioned it.

But in recent weeks, whispers and rumors had been growing throughout the school. Frightened students said it was lucky the greenhouse had been shut down, and some, bolder than others, added that the girl who once led the gardening club had lost her life inside that very glass dome.

Teruki Hanazawa was never one for gossip, but he knew reckless students wouldn't take long to sneak in and end up hurt. He also knew that the rumors might not be entirely false—just walking past the abandoned place always gave him uncontrollable chills without any clear reason...

After Teruki’s repeated pleas for the esper to come, and Mob’s many attempts to say Reigen should handle it instead, the two of them finally arrive at the back of the school.

There isn’t much to see—some students are still participating in their extracurricular activities, and everything looks... normal?

The only structure that stands out is the glass dome. It’s not that big, but it might as well be.

As they get closer, Mob notices Teruki’s steps slow until he comes to a full stop by the door. The blond insists he’s not scared and—surprising even himself more than the other boy—uses his powers to destroy the rusted chains and padlocks blocking the way.

Inside is a completely abandoned space—sunlight barely filters through the thick curtains of dust, and the wooden floor is buried under dried leaves and withered roots...

"She’s crying," Mob says as soon as he sets foot on the dirty floor. "She liked it here, but... she’s alone."

Teruki always admired how simply his friend could understand other people’s feelings, even if he’d never actually told him that.

“We can’t just... exorcise her, right?” he asks. “There’s gotta be something else we can do to help... right?”

“Maybe... maybe if we keep her company, she’ll be able to move on by herself,” the dark-haired boy replies, expressionless. “But only if you want to.”

“As long as it doesn’t take forever.” Teruki shrugs and starts walking gently, as if not to disturb the resident.

And so minutes—or maybe hours—pass with them there.

The tension blooms into comfort, and the two friends slowly forget the world outside.

Curiously, a few sprouts begin growing through the cracks, and some plants return to their healthy state—thanks to their psychic powers. The place no longer feels so sad, even though it’s still dusty and smells strongly of damp soil.

Now, whoever had been there could finally say goodbye, and watch her little prison return to the way it always should have been.

The teasing becomes playful, and a few risky confessions slip out between the two espers.

The space now feels too small—that’s the only explanation for how close Teruki suddenly gets—and Mob lets soft, nervous giggles escape without a care.

And the space keeps shrinking... and shrinking... until there’s nowhere else to go but closer to each other. They bump shoulders and knees, brush fingers, and suddenly, their lips meet.

And despite the dust, the dampness, and the time it spent forgotten... the greenhouse became a refuge. For lonely spirits—and for hearts, too.

Screenshot redraw!!

Scene I redrew:

Ainda não dance como se não fosse minha