100 poses MemeDraw each pose using your character(s)
Novice- 25 poses
Beginner- 50 Poses
Intermediate- 75 poses
Advanced- 100 poses
Pro- All 100 poses from front, side, 3/4 and back views
One very important thing to keep in mind in the personality of the character. Even in silly things like drinking or putting on pants there should be something about they way they do things that define them. It's recommended you do this with one character to really get a feel for how they move and interact but really it's all up to you! Have fun and happy posing!
1. Standing front view
2. Standing Side view
3. Standing 3/4 view
4. Standing back view
7. Putting on Pants
8. Shooting shot gun
11. Catching something
12. Full speed run
14. Using a Hammer
15. Sliding under something
17. Looking over something
18. Getting out of bed
Say Yes to the Dress (USUK)Arthur Kirkland really didn't know how he ended up in that store. Well okay, he did- it was the alcohol and a certain albino German ("PRUSSIAN damnit, I'm Prussian!") who loved to make and win absolutely ridiculous bets- but he preferred to conveniently forget about that. It made his current situation slightly more bearable. Though the snickering coming from the Frenchman beside him wasn't helping at all.
"Could you kindly shut the bloody hell up?" Arthur muttered to him.
The snickering died down for a moment. "Don't worry, mon ami. You will look good. With that body of yours-"
"Shut up! I swear, I'm never going drinking with you three ever again!"
"Psst, Toni." the albino hissed to the final man on the couch, a Spaniard. "I'll bet you on that."
"Sure." Toni agreed eagerly. "I give him a month."
"Two weeks. What about you, Franny?"
"Ahh...I will go with one week." (The albino would end up winning that bet- again.)
Arthur groaned, allowing his head to fall into his hands. "Why do I keep
Let's Enjoy Today
“I’m not singing, and that’s final.” England shouted.
Currently, America, France, Hungary, Taiwan, and England were at a karaoke bar celebrating Japan’s birthday. It was England’s turn to sing, but he was having none of it.
“Dude, stop being such a party pooper!” America whined
“Mind your language! I am not spoiling the party!”
“Come on! It’s Japan’s birthday! Have some fun! Taiwan coaxed
“I am having fun. I just don’t feel like singing.” England retorted, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Anglererre , I don’t see what the big deal is. After all, you used to sing all the time when you were going through your punk…”
“You shut your mouth you bloody frog!” England interrupted, his face turning red with rage.
Spain's Prisoner 25- ENDSpain's prisoner
It had been days since the Russian had fell and Arthur had lost his eye but none of them could be happier.
Once it was all over, everyone had stumbled back into the house to escape the cold that was taking them over. Though while Alfred was busy helping Arthur and Prussia and Matthew were tending to Ludwig, the Frenchman and Spaniard were occupied with making sure the Turk didn't run. Actually, they forced him to pick up the bloody Russian and carry his limp form into the cabin too.
He ended up sitting beside the unconscious the tall man in the corner because the two wouldn't let him move. He was their prisoner now.
They all huddled noisy next to the fire, talking and praying to their god to thank him that everyone was still here. Shortly after, the doctor that had come every day to care for the little Canadian came wondering in, and was shocked at what he saw; a man without an eye and two another's who were shot. Four were beat up black and blue and one was sitting in
Spain's Prisoner 24"You you bastard! Prussia, I'm going to kill you!" Alfred screamed, holding Arthur close he stared painfully at his lover. "Just hold on, Arthur." He put his hand over his Captain's, pressing against his bleeding eye.
"Ha! What do you plan on doing, pretty boy?" The albino grinned sourly, his crimson eyes glowing with sadistic pride and violent excitement.
Alfred looked towards him; standing straight again he faced the other with clenched fists. His blue eyes gleamed with anger and he gritted his teeth. "I'm going to kick your sorry ass!" He spat back, his feet moving swiftly as he lunged towards the grinning man full of hate and revenge.
"Turkey," Gilbert waved his hand, urging to tan man forward. "I don't have time to mess with little boys. You get to dispose of this one."
The man's smirk could be seen from under his mask as he replied. "Of course, it will be my pleasure. I can repay him for that nasty black eye he gave me before." Sadiq's fingers curled against the handle of hi
Spain's Prisoner 23It was two days after Romano had been haunted in his sleep. He'd learned Canada was getting better but he didn't tell him about his dream. He just liked to sit beside his friend's bed and talk to him as he rested, watching over him as if it would keep anything bad from happening to him.
"Romano," The Canadian looked up at him from his bed. "What's the matter? Something wrong?"
"Hm? No." The Italian replied quickly. "Just tired."
"Oh? Well you can leave and take a nap if you-"
"No! No, it's alright, Canada. I'd rather sit in here if that's alright." Romano's voice was soft and he stared at the floor. Why wasn't he mean to this boy like he was everyone else, even his own captain got yelled at by him, but for some reason he just didn't want to around Matthew. His presence was relaxing.
"O-Of course it is, Lovino. Stay as long as you want." Matthew replied.
They stayed like that for another week, Arthur starting to get more and more worried about Alfred. He was injured already, but he
Spain's Prisoner 22It was late now, days after they had arrived to Russia's home. It has been snowing every second of every day and every night. Italians weren't made for this kind of weather!
Still, Canada hadn't gotten better though doctors treated him almost 24/7. France refused to leave his side and the whole thing gave Romano a shady, almost sickening feeling that left him uncomfortable and unable to sleep.
Lovino's hazel eyes were heavy though he kept them open, staring emptily at the ceiling above him. He glared at all the tiny cracks and straggly elevations that were imprinted into the ceiling's warm color.
Each member of the group had been moved into their own bed rooms now. Each one was still warm in color and blankets piled on top of one another on the wide beds, but no room seemed as peaceful and inviting as the other they had been in before with the fireplace. It just relaxed Romano as he stared into the fire burning in front of him, surrounded by his new friends, though he'd never tell them
Spain's Prisoner- 21It was cold. No, that wasn't right. He was frozen, he knew, but he couldn't feel it. The only sensation running through his body now was an extraordinary, anesthetized numbing save the faint sting throbbing slowly from his chest. Somehow he could tell he was no longer in the bloody snow though he couldn't force his eye lids to open and his hearing was low.
"That little Italian got the worst of it, da. I was surprised he actually lived this long." Romano heard the dim sound of the unfamiliar voice with the slow, thick accent from before. "But no matter now, what did you come here for again, Captain Arthur?"
Arthur? England he was awake. That must mean this voice belonged to whoever it was they were on their way to see, didn't it? Or maybe he really was just dead, or dying and hallucinations were over taking his mind. Who knew? Maybe such illusions didn't just happen in the dessert, in the freezing cold too?
I want to move. The Italian thought harshly to himself, but his body
Spain's Prisoner 20Two days passed with none stop riding. The noise of the exhausted horses rang insanely in their tired ears. Every now and then they were forced to stop so the beasts wouldn't collapse, and they always took this time regaining energy themselves or washing up in a nearby stream, tending to the weary horses, something of that sort.
Matthew hadn't moved from his spot against the wall, laying away from the others, he didn't speak or look at them. Normally this may sound normal for the shy boy but he was unresponsive to offering of food and water or to wash up. He would simply stay as he was, and each time this happened Arthur would fearfully check to make sure the bloody blonde was still alive. But he was. His skin was hardly there, it seemed, as lifeless as a broken doll he just bounced up and down as the cart moved. That was his only movement and even the Italians couldn't get him to change.
Maybe he was dead. Maybe his mind had given out, his guiltless soul too petrified and crushed with
Spain's Prisoner 19They rode on, tearing through every little village and town, not stopping at the markets that were scattered around like bombs for wanted criminals.
"We can't stop, Spain. They'll be looking for us, and though I doubt any of these places have a bounty on our heads yet, it won't be long and those stupid guards will be on our tail once they figure out our path." Arthur muttered in annoyance, the Spanish accent rambling in his ear like a tiring bee.
He waved his hand to shoo the man away, urging the horse on farther.
"Arthur, we haven't eaten in weeks. At the most some bread every few days, we're starving!"
"Yeah, well, I was shot and fell in the ocean, you think I feel good either!" The Brit snapped back roughly.
The Spanish man grumbled, crossing his arms he looked behind him at the others. Canada was still limp and dead regarding against the wall of the cart but the two Italians held onto one another in an interwoven embrace that seemed inseparable.
Antonio's back was barely brushing a