hello atlus i am confiscating these two from you after high school and hitting them with a GAY BOY BLAST 🌈🤛
Inspired by the shapes of mushrooms I've picked this autumn (aside from the red one, it might have been the inedible version).
"I forgive you – but only because you're charming."
what if i told you that in the year 2023 of our common era i was writing a persona 4 longfic about kanji and yosuke of all characters?? it's about halfway through, come along for the ride!
Excuse me. I do believe the left side of the bed is reserved for small white dogs only.
Reflection Deflection
A study of my dog Pumpuli's curious habit.
Kishibe Rohan/Jotaro Kujo
Words: 15428 Chapters: 17 (completed) Rating: Explicit (tags on AO3)
For most people, the summer of 1999 passed like any other. For Rohan Kishibe, it was full of distractions: a broken arm, a damaged house, a serial killer… Amidst the annoyances one man sparked his curiosity – and not in an entirely professional way.
~⭐🖋️~
For your consideration: the first fic I have finished in 6 year. What started as half a joke all the way back in 2018 ended up being something that pulled me out of writer's block, and something I feel proud of. If the pairing is your jam, I hope you enjoy the piece!
The beautiful cover art was commissioned from the incredible @gabisart, who really captured the mood of the story. Please check out her other work, too!
Had the absolute pleasure of colouring this lineart from the ever so radiant @gabisart 🥰
The sun rises on a new morning.
As in 2021, the first drawing of 2022 is Rohan - now as something of an e-boy!
"An innocent childhood hobby of catching butterfiles turns into a nightmare as one of them seems to have come to take revenge on Kira."
A title page for a (currently non-existent) comic about me and my biggest fear, obviously inspired by Junji Ito! 🚫🦋
cold stars of the future burned bright in the past
i've got that summertime gladness :)
(couldn't decide on the version so you get both!)
so quiet, can’t hear the clocks or the seagulls obediently we turn off our heart and you’re cast in sand as if in bronze forgive me, my love
headache of the year