#beyarmamo2018

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Last years submissions for the BeyArMaMo2018 on Deviantart/Instagram.

I worked on weekly submissions for the project inspired by prompts.

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Beyarmamo day 02

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[cumasketch]

Day 31. Halloween 🎃

OMG! IT IS OVER!!! BEYARMANO IS OVER!!!

I'm so happy me friends and I could do it, I was really worried about that, but I am so damm happy now!!! 😭💖

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#5 Travel

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BeyArMaMo 2018: Week 03

Woops!! This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks! I completely forgot that I hadn’t posted it........

((Unfortunately I was unable to do a week 4 drawing due to reasons))

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“Home”- BeyArMaMo Week 1

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"I know my kingdom awaits, and they've forgiven my mistakes; I'm coming home." -'Coming Home', by Diddy ------------- Cutting it a bit close aren't I? I've actually been planning this one ever since I saw the BeyArMaMo themes, but I uhmm... procrastinated.    To put it shortly, as soon as I saw the theme "home", I knew who I was drawing. Rei's character arc very much relies on him balancing his small town home with his big, worldwide dreams. Yet through all of his traveling, he still retains his roots and never changes because the world tells him to. I really respect that. (Also I added Driger last minute because the drawing felt empty???)    And I really like this piece! There are of course some things I don't like... I wish I'd spent more time on the trees but HOLY DAMN DO I HATE BACKGROUNDS. I need to work on them a lot, haha Enjoy~ ------------- Rei Kon (c)- Takao Aoki

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BeyArMaMo 2018 Day 02 Weather

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Tea, Yuriy

Title: Tea Characters: Yuriy Ivanov Rating: G Summary: Yuriy experiences life’s simple comforts

Tea. It was so luxurious. Yuriy had poured sugar into his cup until even Max had looked at him funny, and the French boy, whatever his name was, had been forced to turn away before he started crying. Yuriy sipped the scalding brew slowly, breathing in the aroma of pine and forest berries and enjoying how the sweet, hot flavour burned as it slid down his throat.

He was thinking about the simple fact that he could have another cup if he wanted to. He could have a hundred cups, all with different flavours. It was a strange thought, a little unreal. Sweet treats were for weaklings; they rotted the mind and body. Warmth was for utilitarian purposes only, to keep the body in good condition. On a mission, the cold could be overcome with focus, set aside and ignored.

Except there would be no more missions now.

He was free.

Yuriy cradled the mug to his chest, let it burn his hands and sink its warmth into the core of him, where he felt empty and asleep. He drank some more. It was good.