Wederom het zelfde 'model', dit keer een closeup, shading van het gezicht is er niet erg mooi uitgekomen helaas, voor de rest is hij aardig gelukt.

Zelfde 'model' een paar shots later in de serie, wel stukken beter gelukt maar nog steeds vrij snel en simpel.

Weer een manga girl, dit keer snel nagetekend van Bleach, niet geweldig gelukt maar zeker niet slecht voor iets wat ik snel nateken van een scherm.

Nog een Bleach intro en outro, ik vind de intro zelf mooi, de outro vind ik mooie tekst maar heb ik verder toch wat mixed feelings over:

In this place where I've been washed ashore,
what do people think and feel?
How do they avoid drowning in the wide, deep sea of fate?
You cannot bust yourself, gimme a shout.
To be yourself till death, assure yourself.
You cannot bust yourself, gimme a shout.
To be yourself till death, assure yourself.
Though I might lose tomorrow,
I won't lose even to the one and only now.
Trying to make my voice reach you,
I've just kept on screaming.
Whenever I pursue it, it flees far away.
The second it escapes me, it's right up close again.
The transparent yet invisible other side
to which I keep reaching out my hand.
From the days when I cry as I laugh
to the farthest ends of destiny, I reach out to grasp them.
In this place where I've been washed ashore,
what do people think and feel?
How do they avoid drowning in the wide, deep sea of fate?
I'll turn the darkness into wings, and softly, softly rise.
I'll keep walking, seeking the light I see on the other side.

En de bijbehorende outro:

The wishes I want granted have always dwelt
deep, deep down inside my heart
as they hold their breath and wait for the day they can fly.
Letting go, I no longer need the past.
I used to believe that a bluebird
would bring me happiness, just like in the fairy-tale.
I prayed that I could send my wishes with it
as it flew freely through the blue sky.
But one day it was sure to disappear
like an illusion.
Though I've never once forgotten its blurry form.
It will slip out of my hands,
fall and vanish like a bubble.
Even so, though my feelings will lie
deep, deep in my heart as if asleep,
they will only be holding their breath as they wait.
Letting go, I no longer need the past.

Vanmiddag moest ik opeens aan dit nummer denken voor het eerst in jaren, ik was vergeten hoe goed ik dit nummer vond: