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About a year ago I wrote this short fic called goodnight (only shared it to close friends so far) and never did any art for it. Finally decided to draw something for it ✌

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「 Shall we dance? 」 Quick sketch of Aesop to Slow Dancing in the dark by Joji.  Reference was used. 

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No, officer, this isn’t what you think it is  A bunch’a egg Jack/The Ripper(s) from Identity V 

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Elongate limb that grants one mobility to flee from thy problems  Mochi Jack/The Ripper from Identity V, and a bonus gnome child Naib for out of context terror purposes. 

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Same character, drawn differently  Jack the Ripper and Mafia!Jack the Ripper for a group (needs a redesign) 

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Part of a trade with a pal from a discord server!  She drew an amazing Oodenta and I drew her a Micchannnnn! Glad I was able to capture the kakkoi’ness of him somehow!  ヾ(*ゝω・*)ノ 

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　　　　　　　　　　　　「　”兼さん…”　」              ＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿ This scene’s colours were just so sad yet so fitting with the mood I couldn’t resist doing another one of these redraws just because. (Also because I wanted to draw a Hori to match with Kane.)  Hope y’all enjoy!  o(*>ω<*)o

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Katsugeki just made Kane-san 10+ times much more attractive than I thought of him to be ^q^ //shot  Enjoy a self indulgent 40 minute drabble I thought of to pair with this photoset! 

The fiercely flickering fans of flames danced about in their warm hearth, blazing tongues lapping up and in an although teasing yet feisty movement, swaying rapidly. The small smith held up three fingers and a childlike, excited light sparkles brightly in your eyes. The patience you initially had suddenly fades as you shoot a casual glance at the flames, suddenly fixating your gaze on it much longer than you should have. 

A wide, ear to ear grin betrays your calm composure, and a fuzzy whoosh of impatience was all it took for you to earn a sweat drop from the small smith who had been observing you all this while. He knew that look, and with his usual smile, he brought out the sword, which was still in the process of being forged. He gestured towards it and though there was reluctance on your side, due to you having rushed the process one too many times, you let your restlessness lead you on, and two outstretched palms trembled with antsy anticipation as they hovered above the incomplete hunk of steel. 

A fresh shiver of euphoria tingles about and ripples through your frame, the moment is now or never – It’s got to be now –

 “I am Izuminokami Kanesada. I'm cool and strong! Recently, I'm a popular sword.”

There was a burst of light that lit the room, sakura petals are aflutter and raining down, a couple of pink pieces gently descending and resting upon you, and maybe a couple of others brushing past your nose and you inhale the light, floral scent. Even so, you hold your breath once more as you focus on the sword warrior that you have just brought to life before you. Stray sakura petals from before dance about him, spiralling about him as a halo that gave him a regal aura, and for the same reason as always, you are too fascinated and amazed to look away from this recent addition to your citadel. 

Dressed in a fitting combination of red, black, gold and grey, he didn’t seem too tall yet he still towered over your delicate frame. Dark, wild and long strands of hair framed his a little too handsome for the average being face in, swaying to and fro as he glanced about this cosy space of a smith room, his frame upright with confident poise and grace. Seemingly satisfied, he grips his sword form (attached to his waist) and turns to you– who had approached him, beaming with a hopeful expression. 

“Welcome, Izuminokami Kanesada, to the Citadel, I–”

“You’re my master, yes?” 

A confidently convinced light glazes over bright, cerulean blue eyes that now glossily reflect your image in them, paired almost a little too perfectly with a knowing smirk. 

“…Yes.”

You couldn’t do much but nod, a sweat drop more than obvious; even so, he was unfazed. 

“From here on, this cool, practical and popular sword shall assist you!” 

He declares with a pure and innocent grin, a thumb proudly gesturing towards himself.  You offer him a genuine, good natured smile and watch him exit the room, the prominent flash of the signature, blue Shinsengumi haori fluttering after him. 

“Izuminokami Kanesada, sword of Shinsengumi’s vice captain Hijikata Toshizou, 12th generation Kanesada sword.”

 A soft chuckle of amusement escapes your lips.  

“Let’s work together.”