I’ve just been looking at some fan arts from my college years lol now i have a sudden urge to draw them better. bbs.
I have a rough sketch done just need to ink and paint it :P
It’s been awhile since I’ve drawn D gray man bbs.
Isaku & Kema fanfic dabble: (
forgive any miss placed words sometimes my brain dies and I like to write when I can’t draw hehe)
Isaku sat silently watching the clouds float by one by one all different shapes and sizes, Leaving dark shadows across the grass. The air was cool and damp against his skin sending shivers down his spine, he looked out across the grassed area wondering what time it was and how long he’d been sitting in the cold. The sun had set hours ago or a least it felt like hours, his mind was filled with thoughts that stopped him from sleeping and he hoped watching the clouds might relax him a little. The week before had been a mixture of horror and dread, so many people injured and so many left for dead. A small town turned into a battlefield. Isaku relived the moments of each live slipping though his fingers and the feeling of helplessness he felt.
In the end Kema had to drag him to safety. Grasping him firmly around his waist and lifting him from the floor he carried him. Isaku couldn’t recall anything after that he just remembered the feeling of his body going numb and his mind going blank.
The next thing he could remember was clutching desperately to Kema’s chest, Pulling firm hand fulls of his clothing as he wrenched out his anger and frustration, he barely noticed the gentle touch of Kema’s hands down his neck and back or the slight tremble in his voice when he spoke trying to comfort him.
Isaku closed his eyes, taking a deep and steady breath before he stood slowly glancing up at the moon before returning to his room.
He opened the door quietly, looking instantly at Kema’s sleeping form. All he could define in the darkness was the shape of Kema’s messy hair and the shape his back turned towards him. Isaku let out a small smile before shutting the door behind him. He disregarded the idea of sleeping in his own futon and gently lay next to Kema nuzzling his nose between his shoulder and neck, wrapping his arms around him. Kema let out a soft moan as he stirred and shuffled closer taking one of Isaku’s Hands in his own as he dozed back to sleep. Isaku grinned again against Kema’s skin and shut his eyes drifting off slowly.
“Am I your equal?”
Kojuro looks up from his book. He stares at his young lord, enamored by the way his eye shines in the moonlight. “In rank or in practice?”
Masamune chuckles at that as he drapes his arms over Kojuro’s shoulders. “Let’s go with ‘in practice’.”
Kojuro turns around just enough to steal a kiss. “In practice, you’re more of a pupil. Yet there is one thing I’ve learned from you.”
Masamune weaves his fingers through Kojuro’s hair. “What’s that?”