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Any kamukoma drawings or the animatic based off of the fanfic "izuru Kamakura's cuddly toy"?
Absolutely wild literally ANYONE remembers this 😅
I recently went digging through my old high-school sketchbooks though so here, the rough drafts I still have from that old animatic lol
And to top it all off, some doodles that were scattered about my old sketchbooks hehe
IKCT animatic my eternal beloved... 🥹
Your art's so expressive. also forg 💚
"I'm looking respectfully" well can you look at me like you're dying of a fever. like you're delirious and it hurts. like you're fighting desperately for your life.
like maybe i WANT YOU TO LOOK DISRESPECTFULLY
Kokichi: It's only a French kiss if it's from the Baiser region of France. Everything else is just sparkling tongue scissoring.
Izuru: The word baiser is actually used--
Kokichi: To mean kiss.
Izuru: Historically, yes, but colloq--
Kokichi: Pas devant les bottoms.
Shuichi: I can guess what you're saying, you know!
Nagito: Yes, the hand gestures help.
Comission with Kamuegi
OP!!! This!!! Leon finally got his wish to be the little punk we always knew he was at heart... and Hajime's intensive boot camp with Ibuki is really showing results! <3 Idk what Impasta is saying to those two cuddly gays but Impasta is perfect as always.
He's just being tsun, guys, it's fine
in the dungeon you will have to face a monster with the nose of a tiger, the teeth of a tiger, the ears of a tiger the eyes of a tiger , the cheeks of a tiger , the neck of a tiger, the torso of a tiger, the arms of a tiger, the paws of a tiger, the belly of a tiger the back of a tiger, the the legs of a tiger, the claws of a tiger, the ankles of a tiger, the tail of the tiger, the mind of a tiger, and the power of a tiger
harnessed this things essence lol and all that he once was is now redused to this. kept his husk alive just bc i was bored lol
"T would fix him"
"E would fix her"
Well, a custom fursuit styled like Asriel Dreemurr would fix him (Eito Aotsuki) and make his life so nice and comfortable actually.
Izuru x Nagito
Beautiful, strange, and not at all confusing
(happy furthday doctor-hopper)
We aren't in pain. That's welcome, if tangential to the point. We draw in Our breath. The air is scented green with growth; part of Us isn't used to such an acute sense of smell. Or such a long muzzle. Or the ears. Oh, the ears. Those are worth revisiting. Really? We should have guessed We'd want to touch the ears… now that they're Ours. They bounce and flollop in Our paws. Flollop? Yes. It's onomatopoeic.
We next notice Our feet. Much larger. Bare toes in the grass. Well, bare of shoes; they're certainly clothed in white fur. We flex them, leaf blades duelling plush white hairs and scoring little tickles; oh, that's new to part of Us. We have paw pads. Excellent. We stretch Our hands. Big. Fully grown, adult, and powerful; part of Us was still expecting to see smaller digits, smaller pads (beans, crows the other part of Us, We have beans). Our body feels impossibly strong, powerful, big; unashamedly here, all of Us, taking up more space than part of Us would ever have dared. The magic thrums through Us, at times tickling with delight, at times bursting, barely contained. Our magic feels like love. It feels like both of Us, who are not both at all, but only One.
The heavily filtered daylight warms Our fur. We're distracted for a time by the dappling of light and shade, the way the vines overhead sway to pick out individual hairs, gold on white. We are patient with Ourself and Our staring; being fluffy is new to part of Us. We're delighted at Our delight, at the wondering wandering of Our paws. At Our own plushness. Deep, soft… We take a step, and part of Us expects to move with the light feet of a warrior while part of Us expects to toddle along as normal, and all of Us is surprised that it feels like a dance. A leisurely, beautiful dance performed in perfect synchronicity, which is only logical, of course, because We are only One of Us, and when One is overjoyed, One may be permitted to dance a little.
Neither of Us is used to the tail. It seems expectations have played some role, here. In any case, it's short. Waggly. Feels much the same as the rest of Our coat. We decide We like it. We decide We like Us. We love Us. We love Us so much. We wrap Our sleeves around Our trunk in a hug that cannot hope to express even a slice of the joy We feel. The joy We are, just being. A bleat escapes Our lungs. It's much deeper than We're used to; it stirs the sun-drifting pollen, meanders along the high walls. That was loud! Yes; we should perhaps be more aware of Our surroundings. But. But that's really hard when We're busy becoming aware of Ourself. Just in case, We should start moving. We guess that was the plan. Part of Us feels nervous, but not as much any more. Because We are Us now. We're Us forever and nothing can ever separate Us again.
Our burden is light in our arms, barely there and not even barely relevant. We don't care to look at it. Purposeless, now, except as a statement. And even then, We Ourself are the bigger statement. The greatest of all. We are. We are. How could anything else matter compared to the are-ness of We? Well, it doesn't.
We breathe in stonebound air and breathe out love.
Then the veil is before Us, already. It's translucent now, no longer milky and misty. We feel its readiness to part before Us. This is it. It's worked. Nothing is in Our way. Very likely, nothing will ever get in Our way again.
Let Us go. Yes, let's go.
After all,
we just have to get six.
I’ve never drawn so fast in my LIFE
Spoiler-free drawing/meme shitpost based on Platform Decay (and my first time trying my hand at Three!)
The unsung hero of Platform Decay is the confirmation that Murderbot does in fact have an ongoing, probably one-sided, feud with JollyBaby.
Stupid pet bots fraternising with the gross disgusting humans. Get some self-respect, seethed Murderbot, proceeding through the security checkpoint with a snot-nosed child limpeted to its torso.
I CANT FUCKING BELIEV ETHIS
Junko takes New York
"I was, um--"
"Ask your question."
Makoto swallowed. The interruption to hurry him had actually derailed the cool, succinct phrasing he'd been working on, in order not to tax Izuru's patience. Now he was just flustered. "So with your fashion talents, um, you must have to keep up to date, right? Assuming they're not just frozen in time from the moment you got created, cuz that didn't sound very ultimate."
"Fashion, technology and many more of my information-based talents require upkeep, yes. Fifteen minutes of reading and posting in the morning usually suffices."
"Oh, cool... posting?"
"I do not merely follow fashion. That would not be an impressive talent."
"You post fashion pictures???" Why had he not known this important, nay, vital news before?
"Of course. Trends require tending and pruning in order to have the best chance of providing interest."
"...can I see them?"
Izuru regarded him for a moment, then picked him up and tucked him under an arm.
"Wha--?!"
"Come. Since you have expressed interest, you may serve as focus for Dressmaker, Aesthetician and Gothic Lolita. Perhaps your appallingly untrained luck will even occasion non-boring replies in the comments."
Makoto grabbed his phone before it could fall out of his pocket. Come 2 new building 3rd flor studio QUICK, he texted.
On my way, Celeste replied, followed by I expect this to be worth my time unless you want to be demoted to B-rank.
Makoto didn't think that would be an issue. This conversation definitely hadn't gone how he'd planned - he was hoping he could persuade Izuru into something specific using talents as a justification - but hanging out with him was a good outcome too. And Celeste would enjoy it.
Wait, when had he risen above rank C, anyway...?
Makoto worked up the courage. (All the frills helped. He actually did feel pretty.)
"Doctor Matsuda, why are you here?"
"Ungrateful." Matsuda's petticoats rustled. He slurped tea at Makoto.
Celeste sipped hers daintily.
"I -- for what?"
"Slaved over those macarons for hours."
"You made these?" Makoto looked awedly down at the half-depleted plate. "They're amazing! I thought Izuru must have made them! Thank you!"
Izuru tossed a green one into the air, caught and balanced it on his nose, then flipped it into his mouth. "Bad," Doctor Matsuda admonished him. Izuru ignored it.
"What a charming gathering," said Celeste, stirring, pinky outstretched. "We really must do this more often."
"It gives mother something to do outside the lab," Izuru remarked.
"Other than regret your existence," Doctor Matsuda fired back.
"Well, that's good!" Makoto beamed at Izuru. All that black lace over dramatic red fabric was making him feel some kind of way. Something about a cute boy in ruffles and white silk stockings...
"And a reason to shower."
"Shut your backsassing mouth!"
Celeste watched the doctor trying to tug at Izuru's ringlets and sipped her tea once more. If Makoto wasn't mistaken, she seemed to find his bad temper really entertaining.
"These really are great!" he said loudly, taking three macarons at once in the hope of distracting someone from their one-sided, futile slap fight.
Bucket list
Mop bucket in the hall cupboard
Bucket I made from cherry wood while bored
bucket list
fucked by big-titty hot guys nasty style
see absolute hope
oh gods i just found this page fallen behind the dresser. how long ago was this? i was... not in the best headspace back then. funnily enough, both entries on this 'list' can be considered achieved! i guess i did my fair share of the first before i managed the second, which i'm not proud of, but... well, it turns out absolute hope IS, in fact, a hot guy-analogue! he's also extremely cute and perfect! and gives me cute nicknames! and makes me breakfast in bed. :) even the whole 'bucket' side of things is a lot less pressing now than it used to be, thanks to his incredible talents! i suppose i should think of some new entries for this list, now it seems i'm going to have the chance to do them...
