Saw this post on Twitter and since I was in Artblock I kinda just doodled whatever ship I had in mind!
So here's Oumatsu, Kazumeko, Sairumi and Leosumi as "Kissable lips x Punchable face" trope! <3
Plus another Leosumi doodle I did out of boredom 🪦
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ダンガンロンパ Danganronpa THH trigger happy havoc SDR2 goodbye despair V3 killing harmony Danganronpa OC original character Umeko Amano Misumi Pinkumo Oumatsu Kazumeko Sairumi Leosumi Kokichi x Kaede Kazuichi x Umeko Shuichi x Kirumi Leon x Misumi digital art procreate ship trope MeryKitten
I noticed that I never draw these two, so after lots of Mondumeko drawings here's some Leosumi <3
For whoever it's new to this account, Misumi is a quite ironic oc labeled as the ultimate Bimbo girl (a talent NOT meant to be taken seriously-)
Paired with Leon, they form the classic Jock and the not so clever popular gal pairing (Himbo x Bimbo basically-)
They're quite a chaotic duo XP
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ダンガンロンパ Danganronpa THH trigger happy havoc oc fanart oc x Canon Leon Kuwata x Misumi Pinkumo Leosumi ship art digital art procreate ship dynamic bimbo girl jock MeryKitten
@kindervenom had prompted @servantofclio with “Kasumi has a bad day and Leo goes out of his comfort zone to cheer her up,” to which Clio wrote this lovely thing. But the prompt also gave me an idea, and @kindervenom deserves an unlimited number of nice things, so I thought I’d give it a try. Thanks to Clio for letting me play in her sandbox to create this pure 100% fluff.
Well, at least I have a new candidate for “Worst Mission Ever,” Kasumi thought as she punched her address into the aircar. Normally she enjoyed flying across the Manhattan skyline, but this time she let the autopilot handle it as she sagged into the seat.
She’d been hired by a highly placed elcor diplomat to recover some damaging secrets about his family history. Somehow, they’d fallen into the hands of Marca Patrian, a turian pirate who had promptly used them to blackmail the elcor. Kasumi had been offered a considerable sum of money to ensure that all copies of the files were deleted from Patrian’s network.
Infiltrating Patrian’s villa on a small turian colony world had been easy – too easy, in retrospect. She’d connected her omni-tool to the network to sweep it for the elcor files, only to discover that computer system had been entirely compromised by a nasty virus which promptly spread to an omni-tool. It turned out that the idiot turian had extracted the files from a Reaper data storage device which she had plugged into her home network.
And then, as Kasumi sought to make her escape with the house systems malfunctioning and shutting down all around her, Patrian had shown up in a gunship. Kasumi did not enjoy dealing with gunships, and she enjoyed it considerably less when Commander Shepard wasn’t around. An extended game of cat and mouse had ensued until she’d been able to scramble the ship’s comm systems and crash it into the villa. At least, between the virus, the explosion, and the resulting fire, she’d been able to confidently assure the elcor that his files were no longer in play.
She’d ditched her compromised omni-tool and returned to the ship, setting a course for Earth and then settling down with a drink. It had been several hours before she realized that she’d missed the release window for tickets to the encore production of Francis Kitt’s all-elcor Romeo and Juliet. The reminder alarm and the automated agent she’d set up to buy tickets had both been running on her late lamented omni-tool. She brought the ExtraNet site for the production up and winced. It was sold out for months.
She had left a message for Leo in which she tried to affect a tone of wry amusement at all the adversity. She didn’t think she’d quite pulled it off. Message complete, she had attacked the ship’s minibar with a will until she arrived in Earth orbit. Where she was delayed by dealing with Earth Customs and Immigration, who seemed convinced she was smuggling something. Telling them that she was transporting only alcohol – mostly inside her bloodstream, at that – didn’t seem to amuse them. She missed the little stealth ship Shepard had loaned her.
So by the time her aircar docked at her apartment building, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep off her hangover and every memory of this mission for a week or so. She was not expecting to palm open the door of her apartment to find a smirking ninja turtle.
“Welcome back!” Leo said enthusiastically.
“Mrrrrg,” Kasumi replied.
“That bad?” Leo said, in what Kasumi supposed was meant to be a sympathetic tone. The fact that he was still smirking rather undermined the sympathy.
“I hate Reapers. I hate gunships. And I hate everyone ahead of me on the waiting list for tickets to Romeo and Juliet.” She attempted to glare at Leo. “I will exempt you from my hatred, however, if you refrain from attempting to raise my spirits via an inspiring speech.”
“Can I give you these instead?” Leo said, producing an envelope.
Kasumi ripped the envelope open and pulled out the two thin plastic slabs. Her jaw dropped. Printed across the top slab were the words, “FRANCIS KITT’S ROMEO AND JULIET – OPENING NIGHT – Goto, Kasumi.” She ran her thumb across the front of the ticket, and the biometrics indicator flashed an encouraging green.
She glanced back up at Leo, whose smirk had reached epic proportions. “How… how did you…” she babbled.
He looked down, seeming almost abashed. How much did he spend on this?, she wondered. After a moment, he mumbled, “I stole them.”
Kasumi barked a startled laugh. She leaned forward to kiss the top of his bowed head. “That’s for making me laugh. But seriously, how did you get them?”
“I stole them,” Leo repeated.
She couldn’t help laughing again. The words were just so bizarre and wrong, coming from his mouth. “Really, though. How did you manage this?”
“Theft,” Leo said. “Larceny. Shameful and dishonorable acts.” He sounded pretty cheerful for a ninja confessing his dishonor.
“Now this is a story,” Kasumi said, seating herself on the couch, “that I absolutely must hear.”
“After you called, the Alliance asked us to check out this ex-Cerberus scientist they thought was up to no good.”
“Is there another kind?”
“Shh,” Leo said. “He’d set up housekeeping in the sewers, apparently the better to carry on his questionable experiments. So I took Donnie and April and went in for a quick recon.”
“And you found… theater tickets?”
“Well, first we found millions of credits worth of lab equipment, and keeping Donnie on task became the mission’s main challenge. Donnie and April started going through his files while I searched his desk. By the time I found the tickets, it was clear the Alliance was going to want to talk to this guy for a long time. He wasn’t going to get to see the play. So I figured no one would miss them if they just… disappeared.”
“But the biometrics?” Kasumi asked. “Surely his tickets weren’t keyed to me.”
“Donnie helped with that. He said it was, ‘an interesting challenge.’ Took him almost an hour.”
Kasumi got up from the couch and kissed him. “You are the sweetest, most ridiculous man.” She carefully set the tickets down on the end table. “Now I’m going to go spend many hours in bed. Care to join me?”
Look, Kasumi’s used to taking risks herself. Yes, she’s launched herself onto a flying gunship, and she’s been known to skydive her way into a heist just for the fun of it, and she and Keiji used to challenge each other to do more outrageous jobs (back when they were young and the kind of smart that’s still a little too stupid for their own good). And she spent time with Shepard and her crew, which is another order of magnitude of reckless hazard.
But that still, somehow, hadn’t quite prepared her for this.
She watches Leo hurl himself at the banshee with her mouth open, because she’d been about to say we’re supposed to stay away from those, and the banshee’s screaming and reaching for him, which Kasumi knows is bad news, and she can hardly breathe. But he twists almost too fast to make out, in the bad light, and there’s a whirl of steel, and the banshee’s screech cuts off abruptly as her head goes flying.
In the next moment, as they catch their breaths, Kasumi darts forward and drops a kiss on his cheek. She only smiles at his startled look, ignoring the sound of some brother snickering behind her, and darts off again to face the next wave of attackers.
