#Kamuegi

[lunart-06]

Finally offers you some kamuegi 🤲

You know what I love about them? Is that theres always that detail where Kamukura's hair strands would float around or draped over Makoto, as if tryna pull him closer or shield him and it always makes me go GRBEHRHEHGRGRGRGRG

[izurunity]

If you believe your home or place of work or study to be infested by Enoshimas, follow these steps as soon as is practical:

Bring in one or more Naegi(s). These are the natural foe of Enoshimas, including their subspecies.

If male Naegi: kiss, ruffle hair, tickle belly, and improvise further techniques to elicit laughter, which is inherently painful to Enoshimas. If female Naegi: ask about favoured reading material. Appear deeply invested. Ask follow-up questions. If Enoshimas have not yet fled, begin to LARP the Naegi's favourite scenes.

Feed Naegi(s) in exchange for their time. No dried mackerel or firm-pressed tofu. Either prevent Naegis from stealing each other's tonkatsu or prepare additional.

[redactedhaunt]

trigger happy havoc stuff & kamuegi

[milesofstars]

this was a stupid idea i drew like a nearly week ago and i jsut need to put it somewhere because these 2 wont get out of my head

[dicuri]

i needed something to post and needed you guys to know that i still like kamuegi dont think i stopped being the kamuegi ceo over night also fyi i can draw furries please commission me furry community i will smile

[nnnlazyshit]

I read a fic about them so i draw them.

The fic:

[theamityelf]

Izuru and Nagito secretly keep a "Kill Munakata Meter" that they update whenever Makoto talks to them about work. Occasionally it goes down, but usually it increases.

(The "Kill Sakakura Meter" has been sitting high for a while; he's lucky he hasn't interacted with Makoto in a while, or it would pretty much be over for him.)

If the "Kill Munakata Meter" ever does get too high, they'll send some coded message to Kyoko letting her know it's about to happen and kinda asking if it will inconvenience her at all.

Something like, "Have you ever thought about bleaching your hair white? And if so, do you anticipate you'll need tips?" (Translation: Do you need Munakata for anything, or expect to need him in the near future?)

She might respond, "I don't need help bleaching my hair, but if you're thinking about using the bleach, I would reconsider. It can make unintended stains. I'll set a time to discuss alternatives." Or she might respond, "I don't need help bleaching my hair. And if you're going to be using the bleach, remember to wear gloves and avoid spills."

[hellscap3]

Izuru holding hands wjth somenone

Hold everyones hand.

[syyseff]

I also really like how lack drew Kamukura for the collab. Naegi and Kamukura's art is my favorite out of all the characters, so I put them together as well.

[dailymakotonaegi]

[zeravmeta]

makoto/izuru is about the dichotomy of two normal people being forcibly warped into the saviors of the world for all the wrong reasons, one unpersoned in the most violating way to experience ego death and the new individual born from the event lacking in humanity because it was considered unnecessary and thus elevated to being a god among men but with such little empathy given towards their circumstances and the other a normal person by all respects put on a pedestal so far above others simply for trying to survive and being put into positions of power they never asked for yet need to fulfill because the world will end without them and no matter what they can never return to whom they once were and komaru/toko is about how the naegi family fucks with freaks specifically

[hippiecockatoo]

I don't normally post traditional pieces but I found thus relic in my sketchbook from 3 years ago and I thought it should be shared

[lunart-06]

Some arts I made for the AMMM au, I think it's very cool for Hajime being able to switch conciousness with Izuru to save more energy and stamina, sadly these two don't really get along well but they tolerate eachother since both have the same purpose in mind.

Also yes Ultimate!Madoka exsist in this au! Being in a higher plane of exsistence she observes many kinds of universes and possibility, yet unable to intervene with certain ones (Magia Record for example) which makes AMMM universe one of them too. Usually, it was often have to be someone in that universe to partake as her/her role; by sacrificing themselves for the sake of everyone and becoming a higher being to protect that universe in which she cannot interact with.

Then you get Guardian!Makoto having coffee and tea with Ultimate!Madoka as they talk about their fucked up boyfriends/girlfriend and beating some alien dealer of their own game /lh

[sunpoffin]

Yandere Kamukura AU where instead of Hajime waking up from the Neo World Program, Izuru's personality sticks around. He's now working under Makoto at the Future Foundation with Makoto under the belief that Izuru has been completely rehabilitated. He's wrong ❤

Deft fingers move to fasten the buttons of Izuru’s shirt, bottom to top, his tie undone and laid across one shoulder. Though the elevator ride to the offices of the Future Foundation’s fourteenth division will afford him plenty of time, Izuru acts quickly, methodically, no movement wasted. When the last button of his shirt is done, he loops his tie around his neck, folds the knot and slips it into place neatly. As he brings up one hand to do the buttons over the cuff of his sleeve, he stops short, his gaze lingering on the smear of blood under his nails.

Izuru considers it for a moment, then wipes it clean with the pad of his thumb.

Two days ago, Makoto as the head (in all but official name) of the Fourteenth Division, went to speak with leadership from a well-established local gang. Through the gang’s ability to move freely about the city, they’d been able to gain a foothold of control there. This, despite the way that old collapsed rubble made travel between sub-settlements within the city difficult. Using this mobility, they would offer protection… and a domineering presence over the locals. Which was a problem when the Future Foundation arrived to provide aid, as any civilians were afraid to ask for help from outsiders due to the risk of the gang seeing it as an insult to their authority.

During their short meeting, Makoto was warm towards them. He offered cooperation, recognized the good that the gang has done for their community, protecting them from lingering members of despair. He proposed a way they could work together. …And in return, they gave Makoto complete disrespect. Throwing his words in his face, talking down to him for his age, questioning him at every turn… Refusing to work with him. As Izuru stood at Makoto’s side, silent through it all, the only thing that kept him from striking each one down until they had no choice but to kneel, was that Makoto would be upset to witness violence.

And so, to protect Makoto, Izuru must be thorough. Careful to leave no trace when he broke into the administrative system for the Future Foundation and gave himself a job for the day in that town. Careful when he baits the gang to the very edges of their territory with false indications of a roving group of despairs planning an attack. And careful when he finishes his assignment with just enough time to not raise any eyebrows about his brief absence from either the Future Foundation headquarters or his work site.

Perfection, Izuru knows, while envied and strived over by many, is often not truly necessary. It was one of the reasons Izuru was so reluctant to put his hands to tasks that any ordinary person could accomplish. Tasks that were inherently beneath him. This however, serving Makoto… Izuru could not imagine anything less than perfection would be acceptable.

In this way, by giving him a purpose, Makoto has transfigured Izuru utterly.

From his worksite to the outskirts of the city where he would meet the gang in full force, Izuru moves through shadows and in and out of blind spots. There would be not a single person who could say they saw Izuru there. He arrives ten minutes and thirty-six seconds after completing his assignment. And as appealing as the prospect of dragging this out for hours might be, Izuru has conservatively, five minutes to get this done. He descends into the tunnels under the city, which are the real reason this gang has any power in the first place.

As with many things, Izuru is normally indifferent towards violence. He is familiar with human pain, human anatomy, the psychological processes of fear and bargaining. But this will not be an empty act of violence. Instead, it is an extension of Makoto’s will. Not a direct order or even the implication of one, but the very essence of Makoto’s desires. There is a barrier between Makoto and success and Izuru will strike it down, unrestrained by the title of Ultimate Hope.

Izuru’s hand curls into the makeshift wiring zip tied to the pipes running along the walls of the tunnels. A sharp yank, and the lights go out all at once. The sudden darkness doesn’t slow Izuru at all. He pulls a length of pipe from the wall, testing the new weight in his hand. Below him, he can hear shouts of confusion from the men gathered, and unhesitating, he jumps over the railing of the spiral staircase leading downwards.

Cutting through the noise of the gang members comes a thin, toneless whistling in the darkness. The men go silent. Izuru descends on them.

If he wanted to, Izuru could easily justify his devotion to Makoto. The luck that Makoto carries is endlessly fascinating- erratic in a way that Komaeda’s isn’t, seemingly following no cycles at all. Or he could frame it as carrying out the results of the experiment he ran with the Neo World Program. Izuru intended to see which was stronger- Hajime’s hope and will to live, or Enoshima’s despair and desire to use Izuru as a weapon. In the end it was neither and Makoto was the one who freed him. So then it should logically follow that Makoto was the winner of this gamble. Or if not that, Izuru could simply tell himself that Makoto is true Ultimate Hope, that Izuru as a tool for hope, has no better master than him.

However, Izuru knows the truth of the matter. It is nothing as clean as simple logic that has him here, in the sewers below a nameless city.

Driving forwards, Izuru’s pipe crunches into the ribs of the man in front of him. There is no way for him to scream with collapsed lungs. He chokes and folds in on himself, sputtering blood weakly. Izuru steps over the body and moves onto the next, soundless, save for the whistling of his pipe through the air.

No, not logic at all. Hope defies it. Stands boldly in the face of it. Everything Izuru believed was impossible because of the immovable facts of the very universe- it’s all been shattered completely. Because of who Makoto is, he would not let Izuru be a tool for him. Instead… Makoto has transformed him. Pygmalion was a selfish and shallow man. The myths should be rewritten for Makoto, who took Izuru with his heart made of stone, formless in his own limitless potential, and sculpted him into a person. Makoto, whose love overflows so much that it seeped into Izuru until he could also love.

Panicked shots ricochet off the walls of the tunnel in answer to the whistling, a flash of gunpowder igniting, fully pointless. Izuru snaps the neck of the gang member closest to him and moves onto the next.

Whistling, then silence. Over and over again.

And at last, Izuru is standing in still darkness, breathing air thick with blood. As Izuru catches his breath, he finds that the emptiness that sometimes accompanies performing his talents does not come. There is no room for it. Izuru has someone he must return to.

In the end, though Izuru got a negligible amount of blood on his person while out- a smattering over his shoes, a bit on the cuff of his blazer, the extra change of clothes he prepared still feels necessary. He draws his coat over his shoulders and bundles up the old clothes in the plastic bag that just housed the fresh ones, reaches up to open a panel in the elevator ceiling, and then promptly tosses the bag through.

When Izuru first woke from the Neo World Program, it was to Makoto’s smiling face. And later, when it came out that Izuru was still himself and not Hajime, he was the only one who didn’t look disappointed. Even in the face of Izuru’s betrayal, Makoto has never once tensed in fear around Izuru. He does not think of Izuru’s continued existence as a failure of the program. He doesn’t hesitate to touch Izuru. He treats Izuru not as a god or a monster or an object, but as a person…

Makoto is kindness incarnate. He is not Ultimate Hope because of a talent embedded into him, but because of who he is fundamentally. And Izuru cannot help but be consumed with him.

Izuru is out the doors as soon as the elevator opens, and then he is down the hall, around the corner, and opening Makoto’s office. (He leaves it unlocked and Izuru has done this enough to know that he is welcomed here.) It’s only then, when he sees him, that Izuru pauses at all.

Makoto is seated behind his desk, working. Pale light from the laptop in front of him washes over his face, draining it of color, highlighting the bags under his eyes which would not have been visible otherwise. He’s hunched slightly, a little furrow between his brows that is so utterly mundane and yet not boring at all. Izuru walks towards him, drawn those last few feet until they are together again. Soundless, Izuru sweeps in behind Makoto before he settles his arms around him, resting his cheek against his hair.

“I’ve returned.”

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

For @r0tt3n-gvtz 😊

[dicuri]

he has no idea it doesnt look like makoto i really like drawing ugly babies