Kagisnad Malchureさんのイラストまとめ

my own confidence, my own arrogance,
my own downfall.
in a world craving submission,
i walk with my nose in the clouds,
and my eyes on every bedroom wall.

i will not submit,
lest it breaks me,
and then in flames i will go,
towards death's familiar embrace.

i will not submit.

i will never scream loud enough...
I WILL NEVER SCREAM LOUD ENOUGH.

it haunts my dreams,
turning them to nightmares;
the tightness in my throat,
the fading strength.
the powerlessness.

if only you could hear,
if only you could see,
the rot inside of me.
choke me, burn me,

who'd be so cruel as to inflict
such grievous injury upon such a cute bird?

i do wonder, in fact;
what hienousness must one have,
to victimize the small and the sweet?
they are precious, to be loved and cared for.

character belongs to @fuzedood

[NSFW, nudity]

there's a good reason for me to create smut;
portraying vulnerability & intimacy and contributing to the painted smut niche.

the more authenticity, exclusivity and sincerity i can offer through my art, the closer i am to my goals.

character belongs to @JetSharky

i haven't got a clue whether it is right.
yet i'll take it anyway.
who am i to say it is not?
who am i to doubt?
i have so many eyes- yet i am blind.

perhaps i am riding into ruin.
i was once afraid, i am now as well.
but there is a strange comfort in ruin;
it is reliably final.

this was done for practice,
as a gift for my friend.)
i don't have many words
this time around.
i merely allowed myself
freedom of the hand.

the character belongs to kanashimi.

"come back my dream,
into my arms, into my arms..."

despite the bleakness at the time,
this story has a happy ending.
for she has, in fact, come back to me.
if a bit too literally; she has shot
straight into my arms,
made them hers.

heh.
<3

this is my smug mug, at the end of november of 2018.
a self-portrait finished in 15 minutes.

this is the beauty of comfort zones.
they allow one to chase expression,
while forgetting excellence.
thus comfort, in itself, is not a bad thing.

after all- excess is the true demon.

observe the northern shrikeus nirdus;
cherising in the snowy landscape of the soul.
at home in cold climates, this elusive werebird
thrives in the beauty of the darkness.

hail to thee, eversharp edge!

the character belongs to azaerus.

behold my visage; putrid and rotten.
stare into my eyes; bloody and blind.
witness my gait; broken and clumsy.
breathe in my stench; minty and fresh.

what?!
can't an undead creature of the night smell nice?