#Kamuegi

[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 drew some references for my favs!!! i draw them the most so hopefully this will help me stay consistent 😼😼

also them individually!!! i hope you like my hcs too :3

😼@thesillay collab of the century

[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]

Makoto gets a call from Kirigiri.

Fortunately, Izuru was expecting this and made sure that everyone's phones were on silent. He grabs Makoto's phone from the nightstand without removing his other arm from the sleeping lucksters. And he answers it, speaking at a volume and register perfectly calculated to be audible to Kirigiri without waking them:

"Hello?"

Kirigiri sighs at the immediate implicit answer to the question of why Makoto hasn't come into work today. "As I suspected."

Izuru hums in acknowledgement.

"You know, it's easier for us to cover for him when we get some kind of forewarning."

"It's healthful for the Future Foundation to accustom themselves to the fact that they don't own him and are not entitled to his time."

"Did you let him oversleep, or physically restrain him from getting out of bed?"

In fact, this time it was mostly Nagito. He gave Makoto warm milk with half a sleeping pill dissolved inside, last night, and turned off all his wake-up alarms. When Makoto started to stir this morning (over an hour later than he normally woke), Nagito brushed his hair until he settled. And then Nagito himself fell asleep with the brush still in his hand, and Izuru took it from him before the bristles could poke at Makoto's cheek.

"Yes," Izuru answers concisely.

On Kirigiri's end, Togami's agitated voice is audible in the background. He's threatening to come over. (Not because he actually cares about Makoto's workplace attendance, but because he wasn't given advance notice, and that's the sort of thing Togami takes as an insult.) Izuru is glad that he thought to disconnect the doorbell, but he'll have to get out of bed if he doesn't want Makoto and Nagito to be woken by vigorous knocking.

That's annoying. It's very warm and cozy here.

And he doesn't like leaving them alone when they're sleeping. He likes being close, so he can comfort them if they start to have nightmares.

He slides gracefully out of bed, all the same. Smoothes Nagito's hair out of his eyes and tucks them more comfortably against each other. And he takes a picture with his own phone, for a painting reference (which his flawless memory won't actually need).

It's a little after 10 a.m. now. If he gets breakfast started, that will place him close enough to the front door to stop Togami from being a bother, if he makes good on his threats.

[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

[danganronpa-shipping-galore]

For @r0tt3n-gvtz 😊

[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

[kitty-doll22]

little doodles for one of my favorite ship 🥰💖✨

[mortemlifeness]

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

[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.”

[dicuri]

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

[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.

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late night hurt/comfort 🌙