#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

[nnnlazyshit]

I read a fic about them so i draw them.

The fic:

[hellscap3]

Izuru holding hands wjth somenone

Hold everyones hand.

[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

[theamityelf]

(suggestive? suggestive. I wrote this parenthetical before I started writing the post, and now I'm back to say yes, it's definitely suggestive.)

Makoto Ships: Does the Other Person Bite?

(in my current opinion; I might change my mind)

Byakuya: YES. Byakuya bites hard, often, and everywhere. It's about the marking, it's about externalizing the overwhelming raw emotion, it's about the little yelps and indignant "Hey!"s he earns in response. Makoto very well might take the initiative to bite him back. They just kind of bring that out in each other.

Kyoko: Eh, not really. She's not all that into marks or pain itself as a source of enticement. She might lean more in the direction of breathplay or knifeplay, neither of which usually breaks the skin. It's about the vulnerability, for her. She's not against biting, but there's usually a reason, like if Makoto is drowsy from the breathplay and she wants his attention back. Exception: She probably bites his tongue when they kiss.

Nagito: Not the way Byakuya does. If we're dealing with his canon-typical self-esteem, he doesn't bite at all, because he's ashamed of how much he wants to. At his most secure, he does leave marks where others will see. Very specifically so others will see them, meaning he'll pretty much never bite the chest or anywhere that will be covered by clothes. Mostly the neck. And he doesn't bite all that hard.

Junko: She is the only one who bites as hard as Byakuya does, but she does it nowhere near as often. Really, she just has to bite hard once, and then after that she gets to see him brace for it whenever she opens her mouth next to his skin. She only bites again if he doesn't seem to be expecting it.

Izuru: Sometimes, but it's not a must for him. Where Byakuya will chomp and Nagito will nibble, Izuru will, like...chew. It's all about the sensory experience. Feeling, taste. He immerses himself in it. He also expertly avoids leaving a mark, unless he's decided there's a reason to.

Taka: He's thought about it, but he hasn't done it. Just thinking about it makes him blush so much, he might as well have.

Mukuro: Oh boy, she does not treat physical marks lightly. Similar to Nagito, it depends on how she feels about her relationship with him. Inversely, I think she bites if she's particularly insecure (and actually I was wrong, because she would bite harder than Byakuya and Junko) and if she's secure then she never ever bites. Basically, if she's in a happy relationship, she doesn't want to leave a mark, but if she's certain she's worthless and he'll realize it one day, she has to leave a mark so this moment where he doesn't know how worthless she is will count for something.

Sayaka: A little. She likes getting to be a little less saccharine when they're alone, but she also doesn't want others to see evidence of it because that feels like making herself vulnerable in a way, so she probably wouldn't bite hard. If she leaves marks, it's lipstick. It's a matter of feeling in control of her own image.

[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

[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

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

For @r0tt3n-gvtz 😊

[mortemlifeness]

"Hopecest"? There is a lot of hope in this universe... What will you choose?

[kitty-doll22]

little doodles for one of my favorite ship 🥰💖✨

[suitov]

"Toast is fine. More than enough. Humans don't need to eat that much."

"That is an outright lie," said the taller, darker and sterner of the two vampires in his apartment.

"We were humans like a few days ago! It's not like we don't remember," huffed the smaller, spikier and cuter one.

Nagito smiled brilliantly, not at all embarrassed. "Well, it's more accurate to say that I don't need to eat much. I've been on so many different medications that avoiding the risk of nausea is just a habit now!"

Makoto, the littler vampire, was giving him a pitying look that he didn't much care for.

He added, "Besides, I'm a very picky eater. An outright nightmare! Uh, please, Izuru... I really don't like rice."

Izuru put back the bag of rice and kept looking through his sparse cupboards.

"You've got to eat, Nagito," Makoto insisted. "Blood loss is bad enough for people in perfect health. That's why they lie you down and give you a cookie and juice after you give blood." He looked suddenly pensive. "I guess donating blood is something else I'll never be able to do again..."

Izuru had dug out a packet of nori sheets Nagito had forgotten he had. "Iron," he said.

"Are there noodles? We can make him a ramen bowl!" said Makoto, who had already bounced back from feeling sad. He really was a hopeful little bat, Nagito thought fondly. While Izuru looked the part of killer vampire far more, neither of them could exactly be said to have the killer instinct.

In fact, once he'd led the pair of them back home (and invited them in without a qualm; what was the point of being lucky if you didn't open yourself up to a little violent death?), they had both politely taken off their shoes and hurried him to bed - though not for the purposes he'd been kind of daydreaming about - and then cleaned the place and done his laundry before sleeping the day away inside his linen closet in a tight ball of bat.

And, shortly, they placed a steaming bowl in front of him and watched him with the kind of concern you showed for a friend or equal, not livestock. He really would have to teach them the proper attitude a deadly apex predator ought to show.

He did, however, eat the food. Two pairs of red puppy eyes left him no choice. It was delicious and he was forced to admit, at least to himself, that he was really hungry.

Makoto had pulled up a stool - Nagito didn't have a second kitchen chair, for obvious reasons - and was leaning his head against his shoulder. "Once we get on our feet, we'll leave you in peace, I promise," he said.

"No hurry," said Nagito cheerfully. "I think it might be interesting to have supernatural roommates."

"Aah..." Makoto snuggled against him most inappropriately for a monstrous elite. He really was too cute. "You're really kind, especially after we tried to abduct you and steal your blood."

"Not the worst day I've ever had!"

"Nevertheless, we will be out of your fluffy hair in due time," said Izuru. "If only there were some way to repay your kindness."

"Depending on the specifics of vampire anatomy," Nagito said, "I might be able to suggest a few."

Neither of them picked up on the innuendo. That settled it. He couldn't let these two out to survive on their own. Someone had to instruct them in the ways of the hedonistic undead, and if that blonde witch who'd turned and then abandoned them wasn't going to do it, it would just have to be Nagito.

[bananascentedpaint02]

Kamuegi hc’s !!!!

• Izuru has the tendency to follow Makoto around most of the day, when we they’re apart, learning what he likes to do in his free time. Then proceeds to offer him to do those things together, Makoto doesn’t know that fact.

• Izuru tries his best to lay down the pattern of Makoto’s unusual luck to keep him out of potential danger or just any sort of nuisance, but can never fully comprehend it or it’s cycle

• Even if they share the same bed, it doesn’t change how they sleep. Izuru is a still sleeper, if he goes to sleep on one side he’ll wake up on the same one, perhaps tossing once or twice, Makoto -> opposite of that completely. He starfishes, rolls around, will crush Izuru someday.

• Naegi doesn’t realize it himself, but he’s quite worried for Izuru’s wellbeing, making sure he keeps him from being too reckless, even if nothing could stop the insatiable person he is. He‘a pretty concerned that something will happen, which ends him up in a pit of scenarios that most likely will never happen

• As Izuru is usually in his dorm when Makoto goes to his classes, he takes the time to wash, fold and put away Naegi’s stuff, he’s very confused on how those get there every once and awhile

• Makoto makes little crafts for Izuru, he knows he could make anything store bought and wants to to be special, so takes the time to make little crafts for Izuru. Little popsicle stick projects, origami, a drawing, etc. He can’t find those in stores and enjoys giving special things to his boyfriend

• Izuru is a very touchy person when he gets with somebody he enjoys being around. He has been compared to a cat, more of a panther in the case of keeping Makoto down on the couch for hours at a time.

• Following ^^ Izuru shows his love in different ways. Makoto showers him with words of love and appreciation—Kamukura doesn’t find the use in talking when he could do it perfectly fine with something else—while they do have things in common like gift giving, and physical touch, Izuru prefers to do things he knows Makoto couldn’t get anywhere else. A sculpture, a large painting, a letter, food, cue “where did this extra 5 pounds come from?”

Izuru seems to not know 🤔

• Makoto invites Izuru to hang out with his friends as he feels bad his antisocial partner is always distancing himself from a crowd. The first few times he was hesitant, but soon found himself getting his hair done by both Sayaka and Chihiro simultaneously.

• Makoto tells Izuru about his ‘Sibling-Saturday’ where he goes out anywhere to hang out with Komaru, and makes him realize that it’s important and fun to hang out with family. He initiates the same with Hajime, enjoys it a lot but won’t admit it.

• Both of them are a target of pretty frequent nightmares (despair au and out of it), which easily gets relieved by a night wrapped in blankets, whoever the scared was receiving an abundance of cuddles, kisses, hair petting, back rubbing, and reassurance mostly 🥹

• Naegi has many many visible freckles, Izuru gets faded ones whenever he’s tanned from the sun in the summertime.

• Makoto gets Izuru out of the habit of wearing his suit everywhere with quite a bit of coaxing and finally gets to take him out clothes shopping. Kamukura makes sure he knows that he doesn’t mind the suit, but Naegi is persistent. He gets him softer pants, pyjamas, shirts, even socks = basically teaches the poor dude how to relax for the first time in his life 🙁

[they spin around in my brain like a microwave]

[hellscap3]

late night hurt/comfort 🌙

[lunart-06]

A cover art for my first kamuegi fic!!! Gonna warn you though it has MAJOR character death-- this fic is inspired by one of my mutual's art post!!! Her acc is @/milojellyyy in insta

Here are some other arts I made for the fic (I was really going through it for Kamukura)

Kamukura was probably one of the characters that was so fun for me to write!!

[theamityelf]

Ya know, if Byakuya's connections had allowed for him to know about and meet Izuru before Junko did, I could definitely see a world where he approached Izuru like, "You were made to be commanded, and naturally it is my place to command you, far more so than these low-born simpletons who arranged this little experiment. Now, with me. Don't keep me waiting." And Izuru pretty much just went, "Sure," and left with him.

Byakuya uses him for various corporate tasks that require analysis and other talents. (Idk what Togami Corp does on a day to day basis.) Optimizing stuff, that results in higher profits or whatever.

On Izuru's end, he of course isn't interested in the work Byakuya has him doing, but when he's handed a task he pretty much automatically does it, and at least this is different than before. He gets to be in places he hasn't memorized yet. Basically, from his perspective, Togami is a convenient shield that can keep him from the grasp of Hope's Peak.

He's supposed to stay in a wing of one of Byakuya's mansions, but since the work he's given is so much easier for him than Byakuya anticipated, he ends up casually doing some of Aloysius's work and sometimes following Byakuya around, in secret.

He gets comfortable in a service role. The activity and routine. It's the right kind of stimulating.

He picks up on the fact that Byakuya likes Makoto, either by following him to school or maybe Byakuya brings Makoto around for one reason or another. Maybe they're working on a group project.

Izuru takes Byakuya's unspoken feelings for Makoto as another task laid before him: In the same way he impulsively washes the dishes if he sees they're dirty, he impulsively arranges for Makoto and Byakuya to get together.

And then once they're together and Makoto is around the house more, he realizes that he also has feelings for him.

Well, "realizes".

He doesn't know how to have feelings. He doesn't know how to indulge in a feeling that is his own. So all he can do is just keep participating in Byakuya's relationship from the sidelines.

[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.”