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Hi it’s not really a question, I just wanted to tell you I love your artwork!

The hand series is not something I knew I needed and I appreciate it immensely. Just wanted to send some positivity your way! Have a good one!

oh my gosh i'm gonna cry 😭😭😭thank you SO SO MUCH ASLDKJFADFJL you are!??!? the sweetest!?!?!? i'm so so glad you're enjoying hand series i'm having a lot of fun (well. as much fun as drawing and rendering hands can be) creating for it and there's no better feeling than knowing that it brings other people joy as well <33333

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uhm

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ur voices are heard 🫡

OH ALSO

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i think a lot about taiga’s mouth. his teeth are so sharp and his jaws fit together a little lopsidedly but it still feels so right when he smiles. theyre a little yellowed too, edges gnawed with wear — when the morning hits them though they cut right through to the heart of you as he yawns. if you look closely there are puncture mark pinpricks littered across the plush of his lips, some old, some new, all nestled gently in the flesh like theyre waiting to be opened again. the corners of his mouth rest ever so slightly upturned and the bow of his lips is just a smidge crooked. his tongue is long — the tip is a little pointed — and i think sometimes he likes to bite down on it just to feel the pain. speaking of his tongue— [gets shot]

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anyway uh back to the material emotes, zenji gets to be ores

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day 2 of doodling taiga until he comes home

please come home my princess pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

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OH ALSO. BANGS POTS AND PANS FOR MY FELLOW CHAOS COMBO (platonic or romantic) STANS:

in one of their campus interactions at least, in the french translation luca calls kaito mon cher!!! the term can be platonic or romantic but either way its a sweet expression of endearment the equivalent of which i dont think is present in the english :>

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they’re together 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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every goddamn day i have to hold myself back from going fucking feral in the tags of every art i see that isnt from a mutual who is very accustomed to my screaming

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( #東ディバ #TokyoDebunker )

星喰大我 🃏Taiga Hoshibami

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and-- yea-! since a new taiga card just dropped I might as well drop a random illustration from my neverending tkdb wips in here ! 💃

have some taiga on a semi-full render style ! 👀✨ (I drew him on his dorm uniform!?)

waddya guys think-- I pretty much like his design ya know- red hair- 🤸 *chokes and dies*

anyway! Yue is back with a full render of tkdb??? am I fr!? well expect me to draw these boys at a render some time- cause why not 💃

that's all for today-- Istg I'm glad i was still able to draw ueeee ! working on a bunch of wips before I open a proper comm batch! ! imma go see you guys around~ 💃

[ DO NOT USE , ANY FORM OF USAGE IS PROHIBITED ]

#YueArt

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💎🌸~ NinaToku Bunny Day!! 👯‍♀️💕✨✨

I just think that Nina makes for a great soft yandere idk the delusions are strong with this ship so I can do whatever I want, right?

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everything you lose is a step you take

⭢ taiga + mc, 1k

b is for b-t-h. ˖⁺‧₊⟡ alphabet series | ao3

When the door to Taiga’s room cracks open to reveal the golden barrel of a gun you don’t even blink. 

“What the fuck d’ya want,” comes a flat demand. 

You sigh, and flap a folder of documents against Taiga’s gun. “Your forms for the week.” 

The door creaks open further to reveal a frowning Taiga. “No.” 

He lets you into his room all the same, though, so you follow when he turns tail to sprawl back onto the red plush of his bed. 

You shuffle the forms out of their folder as you enter. “Three forms this week. Two from Romeo and one for a mission report.” 

(You’d learnt not to mention Hyde by name long ago, after he tossed you out one too many times for asking.) 

Taiga groans, taking the pen you hand him. He signs his name with a disgruntled flourish, then waves you away. You think you see a hint of a pout on his lips, but you daren’t quite believe it. “Go bother Lulu, I wanna nap.” 

“Wait,” you say. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “I have a… a gift for you.” 

Taiga stares at you for a moment before shrugging. At the curious raise of his eyebrows you pull out a bracelet from the inside of your blazer. Its white beads are laced with tiny glinting plastic beads that catch the low candlelight and reflect blood-red sparks around the dying sunlight of the room. It is light in your palm, a barely there reminder of the culmination of an afternoon’s work, and as you slip it into Taiga’s waiting palm the cheap acrylic look almost like rubies. 

Taiga squints at the white beads that have landed in his hand. “B-T-H?” 

You shift. “That’s what Romeo calls you, isn’t it? Whenever you look at it you’ll remember to reply his texts.” 

Taiga’s laugh startles a smile out of you. He holds it up to the light. “He didn’t put ya up to this, did he. Doesn’t look like his kinda beads.” 

You rub your neck. You doubt you could afford Romeo’s ‘kinda beads’. “No, I made it myself. Made one for all of us so you’d remember who we were.” 

(You did make one for Romeo so as not to leave him out, after all; you just don’t know if he’d accept something so cheap.) 

Taiga hums. The ease at which he accepts your gift is mildly discomfiting; as he slips the elastic over his fist the beads look like a crown of blood. 

His eyes flicker over to yours, zeroing in on where your arms are crossed over your chest. He smiles, something sharp and mischievous that burns an inferno up the sparks of your skin. “Ya made one for yourself, kitty-cat?” 

You shift your weight to your other foot. “Yeah.” 

“What does yours say?” 

You fidget with the beads wrapped around your wrist. It’s a little embarrassing to read it out loud, now that you’re confronted with Taiga himself, but Taiga raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth, and you find yourself blurting, “Dumbass #1.” 

Taiga pauses. His mouth snaps shut before a slow grin unfurls across his face. “And who the fuck is Dumbass #2?” 

You frown. “Ritsu.”

“Who?” 

“What– he’s–“ you catch sight of the glee in Taiga’s eyes– “Oh, never mind.” 

Taiga throws his head back and laughs, a loud cackle that paints the whole room yellow. He runs a hand through the fire of his hair. “I’ll remember.” 

You doubt it, but that’s what you made the bracelets for anyway. 

Taiga stands, one fluid motion that brings him off the sofa and straight to your face. You nearly jerk back from the sudden proximity, but his fingers trail down your arm, lacing itself into the back of your hand before bringing it up to his lips. 

Time stops, then, in the sun of the room. 

What is it like to hold a predator, his ruthless and reckless turned soft in the heart of your palm? To have him wrap your hand around his cheek, cradling him, like he knows you are not afraid of a star so bright and lightless and burning? 

His eyelashes brush your fingers. He sighs, the quiet huff warm against your fingertips. The thump of your heart echoes loud in your ears as he melts into your hold, pliant and trusting, like you are the only thing keeping him from floating away on strains of blood and hunger, and when he opens his eyes to look down at you it feels all too much like a surrender. 

“Thank you,” Taiga hums. His voice is uncharacteristically quiet, not coloured with its usual tone of frustration or boredom but a raw honesty that melts right from the whiskey of his lips onto where he is bruising a kiss onto the tilt of your thumb– 

-before his teeth catch on the elastic cord of Dumbass #1 and yank it clean off your wrist. 

The beads scatter around the floor of the room, pearly white pieces bouncing off the black marble. Each rattle of fallen bead rings in your ears – just like that, an afternoon’s work disperses itself and slides under pieces of furniture, never to be seen again. 

“Taiga,” you breathe, brows furrowing, but before you can begin to process the sting of rejection from Taiga’s actions, soft lips press themselves against the inside of your wrist. 

His hand, warm on the outside of yours, curls your fingers around the smooth of his cheek. “Kitty-cat.” 

Your eyes meet. His luminous green eyes swallow all the light in the room, threaten to swallow you, whole. 

You daren’t move. 

Your thumb stays on his cheek, even as his hand leaves yours to curl around your bare wrist. 

But then Taiga’s eyes narrow, and he grins, all shark and glow, hair falling like blood into the sharp of his gaze. “Make another one,” he says, and kisses your wrist again, for good measure. His teeth graze your pulse. 

“Make sure it says kitty-cat this time.” 

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🐰💜Bunny Luca! 👯‍♂️✨✨✨

I always draw bunny Kaito, so I thought it's time I draw more bunny Luca ~

Every time I think I draw Luca's waist too small or his butt too big, this image flashes in my brain and then I can sleep peacefully--- 😌

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ok my phone is still a brick but like a phoenix i rise from the ashes to say that this eps lineup is comedy gold but in MY universe it is, and this is a decision made entirely and most certainly without bias:

taiga

towa

leo

rui

jin

haku

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my game fucking crashed

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moving ep 17 wailing comments here bc i hit 100 notes on the last one lmfao