igor 🐟 going insane by the minute

Playing pokemon instead of drawing df halloween 💀💀

Let me just say that I loooove love love the book so much that even though at first I wasn't planning on making an insert illustration for the book at all, but after reading it I ended up making 6 illustration page in 3 days 😌 thats how much I love it!!!!! Very highly recommended buy it 🫶🫶

Preview for the insert illustration for @ukanomiyaki la mort AU book!

He already has at least 50k votes secured for him in that song....but idk lol idc

Tbh i think kohaku did get SnK. His votes on that song is just too much but unfortunately we didn't balance it out with madara's vote so he got kicked out to another song. So its basically just waiting to see who kohaku get paired up with 🤔

Not deep into 2wink lore but for now im thinking mio --> hinata mayu --> yuta....somehow

Been watching fatal frame playthrough and what if aoi twins fatal frame au

And again hapiele is trying to cast another lure for me /j

spring storm

My mdkhmd playlist 😌😌 open.spotify.com/playlist/3M6...

カブミス結婚合同誌の自分が描いたページです〜💍
色んな衣装が描けて楽しかったです🥳

Idc next book im making r18 yuri mdkh / khmd idc !!!!!!!!! If no one will make it then i will !!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

Not another hetero khmd 💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Now onto making freebies and the la mort au insert illust............no rest for the weary.......

エマらくがき

Done with my boook finalllyyyyyy yattaaa \○/

Everytime i see a fanart of mellow dear us i feel like i got a fanart of my ocs 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I really want to do a month long otp (mdkh) drawing challenge.......

I continue to be convinced that hapiele is deliberatedly trying to burn their office to the ground but the fans just wont let it die

No fucking way chitose is two faced too......JUST LIKE MY OC LMAOOOOO

My stomach hurts from laughing too much oh enstars i hope u eos soon

If they didnt pair up chitose/mashu and jyuisu/nozomi im rioting

IM LAUGHING MY ASS OFF LMAOOOO THEIR VIBES LOOKS LIKE MY ENSTAR OC IM CRYING 😭😭😭😭😭

WAIT CHITOSE IS IN IT TOO ???!?

HAHAHAHAHHA OMG WHY IS THESE THREE LOOK LIKE MY ENSTARS OC IM CRYING

I miss df so much........ ..........

The string that binds them wasn’t red, at first. It was flimsy, transparent, barely there. Kohaku couldn’t even see it, at first, and he doubts that Madara could too. Then again, they both might’ve ignored it. It’s easier to think that theirs is a relationship of necessity and just-because. A coincidental meeting, convenient and nothing more. It is blood that dyes that string. Deep red. Bright red. Brilliant as it can be. It is blood that they shed by their own hands. Or blood, theirs on the worst of nights. Present sin and past bloodline, coming together to create the color of that string and to make it thicker than anything they could hope for. Unbreakable now. The color of destiny unmistakeable, now.

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「 the red string of them 」

He used to hate cherry blossoms. Those large, overbearing trees seemed to be everywhere as he sat in his room, alone, curled up and scrolling through a timeline full of lives that he cannot live. Clicking, expanding, watching the blue colors of the sky and the pink colors of the flower that is meant to be a part of the name he is the hope of. Those flowers on his screen were made of pixels, after all. They are his name, yet he spent all those springs not knowing the true value of that name while people whose worlds were bigger than his spoke of its beauty. Today, though, it’s different. Today, he wears white as he gazes upon a single cherry blossom tree. Here, it isn’t made of pixels. Here, it stands. Ah — maybe, it’s true that cherry blossoms are beautiful. And as he stands next to the man who showed him that his world now is one that stretches on to infinite boundaries, he smiles, just a little. He doesn’t hate cherry blossoms. Not even as they fall. Not even as they disappear after a breath. He cannot hate them, when they stand together like this, perfect and still in this moment.

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Happy spring wedding anniversary to these two

“You deserve so much better than me,” Madara says. Half-joke, half-truth, because there’s no way better than to say his fears than with a laugh. Despite his words, he’s still holding on to Kohaku’s hand as they lay facing each other. A little too tightly, especially for someone who knows he doesn’t deserve this at all. What did he even give Kohaku but frustration and pain? At times like this, he’s not sure. He tried — of course he tried. But to what end? And here, despite the laughter, despite the way he holds Kohaku’s hand, he waits for Kohaku to be sick of him. To push him away and say exactly what Kohaku should have, a long time ago: you’re right, I do deserve better. But none of that happened. Kohaku lets him hold his hand. Kohaku continues to look at him. Then, he sighs. “Go to sleep, Madara-Han,” he says. He holds Madara’s hand back, just as tightly. “This’ll pass by morning.” And what will he see then? Closing his eyes to the most beautiful sight in the world, Madara finds himself still unsure. But he’ll accept a beautiful dream tonight.

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“You deserve so much better than me”

This is a lie, Kohaku knows, but only in that soft and gentle way that lies can be. Just this one last night, he thinks as he fastens the last of his outfit as Double Face around his form, one last dawn to come and I will be ready to let this all go. To part with this darkness. To walk away from the idea of them. This is a lie, Kohaku knows all too well, because they have one more song to sing and he has to sing a farewell worthy of them. And it is a lie he speaks with a wry smile because he knows it is what Madara needs to hear. Because the truth is, Kohaku will never be ready to let go of what he doesn’t want to let go of. Or rather, he will never ready himself for something he knows he will never do. But he lies, see, because the lie is gentle and soft. The lie will let Madara walk forward, and will let Kohaku remain as his guardian to his way home.

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Guardian of the way home

Home isn’t a place for someone like him. He doesn’t like having to belong to a place, not when there’s a world to see. And he doesn’t like having to tie his name to somewhere when he can simply carry it with him and make it his own. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes. That’s what it’s like being alone. But at least, he will be fine. He doesn’t have to hurt, he doesn’t have to feel the suffocation of a place far too dark. And then there’s Kohaku. A boy of contradiction, encased in amber for far too long yet blooming loudly with petals stained with blood. A boy who asks for his heart, and holds it gently in his hand. When Kohaku smiles at him, Madara knows that home isn’t a place for someone like him. But home can be a person. No, home is a person for someone like him. He simply couldn’t say it yet — even as the truth cuts deep with that heart he has long given to a boy who will hold it with care.

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Home isn’t a place for someone like him