Hi Everyone!

Confrontation

sakamoto days vol covers

Posting some Klauste doodles over here and disappearing for another few months

This is probably a weird time to post, but I woke up early, so yeah... may reblog it again later :p

I was meaning to work on this concept for a while - experimental posters revolving around the Zones from OFF. I started with Alma cause it was the one I had the clearest idea for.

Finding the right images to get the right effect was the trickiest part... but oh man, it paid off so well! This is one of the works in this year I'm proudest of so far :']

Hoping to do Bismark and Vesper next! Also please reblog this so people get to see it :''] I'll appreciate it lots!

Sirens

HOW TO END THE CYCLE

sunshine

sunshine protectors

nige jouzu no wakagimi episode 01

You’ve always known Ume’s great with kids. With the way he’s always so playful with them, so helpful with whatever they might need — it’s like they’ve got a big brother in him. And it’s true to some extent. He sees everyone in Makochi as family, after all.

So when you spot him cradling a shop owner’s newborn baby in his arms, it doesn’t surprise you. Even babies love him. No surprise there.

But when he coos at the little one so gently, gazing down at them like one of his own, letting them grab his finger with their tiny hands, you feel your heart flutter. You walk over to stand beside him, stunned with your heart absolutely melting at the sight.

He turns to meet your gaze with the brightest smile on his face as he makes the baby give you the tiniest, most precious wave. You give them both a tiny wave back. Leaning towards you to give you a kiss on the crown of your head, he whispers an “I love you” into your scalp. You could only muster a soft hum in response, leaning your cheek on his shoulder with your arm wrapped around his waist, reaching a finger out for the baby to hold too.

And he understands. Maybe someday it’ll be one of your own in his arms.

‘Our kid someday’, he thinks to himself.

Someday.

Maybe someday.

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