DEATH MARK ART DUMP TIME
I've been drawing a little bit more of the sillies, so here
some good old men in maid dresses
+ the kujou siblings having fun with Masks
bonus from the discord(not me):
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Tiny Titanic Yashita Au Excerpt
“Mashita…” Yashiki mumbles, hands clasping the younger’s. Mashita struggles to open his eyes, but he forces them to before focusing them on Yashiki. The older’s lips are tinged blue and that kimono can’t be very warm.
“Yashiki…” Mashita curls his hands tighter. “You’re freezing.” Yashiki barely huffs out a laugh through chattering teeth.
“Y-yeah…” They’re not sure how long they’d been been out there, floating in the water. Titanic had gone down some time ago, slipping beneath the waves, and it felt like it’d been ages since the screams had stopped.
Yashiki seemed to be getting weaker, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Hey,” Mashita slurs a bit. “Yashiki, stay with me.” Yashiki’s eyelids flutter open.
“Mashita…”
“C’mon, Kazuo,” Mashita murmurs.
“Satoru,” Yashiku mumbles in reply, eyes slipping closed again. “Stay…”
“I’m right here, Kazuo,” Mashita says, head swimming. “You stay, too. C’mon, open those eyes.”
“Tired…”
“Please, Kazuo,” Mashita pleads.
Yashiki opens his eyes a bit before struggling to wiggle a little closer. He manages to bring his face inches from Mashita’s and the younger gets the hint, closing the distance.
Yashiki’s mouth is cold, freezing even, but it’s soft nonethless, and Mashita presses closer before pulling away.
“We’ll make it,” Mashita murmurs. “Just hang in there, Kazuo.”
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