>> art dump & picdrabbles.
>> 1859; 8059; badou nails; originals.
>> pg13. contains character maybe-death, strong language and someone cooking a baby. also, spoiler for recent chapters.
>> characters of katekyou hitman reborn! and dogs: bullets& carnage do not belong to me. the originals, however, are mine.
>> this is a tegakie, oekaki and takamin art dump. i figured that there might be someone who would like to see these and i don't know? there are stuff from last year, while the takamin ones are recent. random things i drew when i'm feeling particularly bored. enjoy. ♥
>> comments and critiques are always loved and will be treasured as heirlooms. :D<
REBORN!
"you're one kinky son of a bitch."
"...this is based on a medieval torture device."
"so all this time, you beat me up because you want to fuck me?"
"you're not listening, are you."
"no. not really."
"...hn."
"...so. do we get to wear uniforms when we do it?"
this was supposed to be a game. sometimes tag, sometimes hide&seek and you didn't really know why you always ended up with crusty bandages around everything that shouldn't ache as much as they did. cuts and bruises would heal and you smiled even when taken down by vicious blows, because you would just try, try again. reset play reset play until you win the battle and save the day.
so you couldn't understand why gokudera stayed crumpled that way, broken ragdoll spilling lifethreads on dirty linoleum.
he gasped when you hold him, lips parted in breathless whisper but you were too scared to listen. he felt awkward in your arms and you tried to ignore the growing patch of red seeping throughoverunder your white shirt. gokudera choked out something like 'tenth', looked into your eyes with such despair that you couldn't help the rolls of tears from staining your cheeks.
reset reset reset reset.
this was just supposed to be a game.
DOGS: BULLETS&CARNAGE
it's THE law- survival of the fittest and badou was far from being the king of the motherfucking jungle. he wasn't built to last; skeletalskinny dirty china, tar-clogged lungs that spew acid like loveletters and always one foot away from the guillotine. but somehow, somehow he scrapped through every single disaster that knocked on his doorsteps, rang the bell and offered subscriptions. it took a lifetime to learn when to duck, when to slip, when to runrunrun like hell and they worked wonders, fucking miracles and rainbow ponies. he was still here, wasn't he. still, it wasn't easy and he hadn't always knew when to back down and scram. he even had scars to prove it (because he wasn't a regenerative one-man freakshow thankyouverymuch).
it hurt sometimes, when he dreamt of vanilla&strawberry lollipops and hounds snapping at his heel, red eyes and silver teeth. but even in dreams, he knew he would survive because fuck, if there's something he could do, it was running.
he would runrunrun like hell until he could find the rabbit hole, until he could erase that bitter smile from memories.
until his eye would stop hurting.
ORIGINALS
OEKAKI
TEGAKIE
i would really appreciate it if you do not use or redistribute these without asking me. thanks♥.