樹史桜
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いつき・ふみお。猫と酒とスーツと軍服その他紳士服と筋肉をこよなく愛する絵描き兼🔞小説書き。イケメン絵を描くのが好き。2023.10小説「一夜の戯れと思っていたら隣国の騎士団長に甘く孕まされました」書籍化。イラスト有償依頼はSKIMAまでどうぞ。18歳未満さんダメ。※無断転載・自作発言・AI学習に使用するの禁止。怖くないので仲良くしてね。
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fumio3661.bsky.social
#よその子の顔だけ描きたい
またこれやりたくなったので、宜しければ描かせて下さいましー!
右は前回やった愛すべきよその子達です。絵柄はこんな感じっすー。
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kemowo.bsky.social
ウザ絡みとかまで入れたら面白いかも?
使うなら夜作りに来る✨✨✨
ご自由にご利用ください
#テンプレ
fumio3661.bsky.social
嫁に見たいと言われてポールダンスの練習するジル先生…ホンマに何でもやる人
#タチバナシェアハウス
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yuzunohina.bsky.social
Xでイラスト系情報商材屋が話題になってるので再度注意喚起を流しておきます
本当に気をつけて……
yuzunohina.bsky.social
フォロワー、絵描きを狙ったイラスト系情報商材屋に気をつけてね。
DMで「今どんな仕事してますか?」とか「相談に乗ります」とか送ってきて最終的には数十万の教材代を要求してくるからね。
話しかけてもらえて嬉しいかもしれないけど甘い言葉には必ず裏があるよ。
経験談です。インスタが特に多いよ
fumio3661.bsky.social
やべえ可愛い🩷
あ、もしかしてみなさんの身長差ちゃんと配慮してるんですか!細かい‼️
こういうの本当に嬉しいですよね☺️
いつも楽しませてくださりありがとうございます!
深夜缶さんのエンタメ精神見習いたい
…‼️❤️
shinyakan.bsky.social
#タチバナシェアハウス
増えた🤤
fumio3661.bsky.social
わかります。X時代にとりあえずいいねだけ押して後で時間ある時に返信しようって思ってたら、いいねから時間経ってからリプするのもモヤると陰口叩かれてましたわ。とある作家さんに。
fumio3661.bsky.social
アチモフさんおはようございます😃
fumio3661.bsky.social
髪にブラシくらい通して行くか。
常に縮毛矯正してるのであまり寝癖とか付かないからズボラになりがち。
あ、おはようございます世界🌍🌎🌏
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shinyakan.bsky.social
#タチバナシェアハウス
増えた🤤
fumio3661.bsky.social
そろそろ描かないと…
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hoshinegai.bsky.social
ちび虎のままでも仕事する。
と、海継くんに連れて行ってもらって出勤の泰駕。ようやく……!
#タチバナシェアハウス

一枚だけだったの削除してまとめ上げです。ここまでは描きたかったんで

んで、これまで壬生ちゃん呼びだったのをこの機に乗じてシレッと海継呼びに変えてんのね。みんなそう呼んでるし呼びやすそうだなって思ったっぽい。
fumio3661.bsky.social
いいよっ!…て何だろうワクワク☺️
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fumio3661.bsky.social
ちょいと心が病んでたみたい。
少しずつ復活していくよ。
fumio3661.bsky.social
唐突におせっせ
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ystory.bsky.social
あまりにも絵描きたくて3分ドローOC在原
山から家に帰ってきた。風呂入れてもらってる隙に描いた🤣
fumio3661.bsky.social
ち⚪︎このな、表裏を逆に描いてたの知らなくて、「お前の描く男はなんでち⚪︎こが裏表逆なの?」と友人に言われて、ペン入れをすでに終えてたものを廃棄したことがあるのさ…。エロ絵描いてるとそんなんばっかりぜ。
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harutokanata.bsky.social
#フォロワーさんの推しが描きたい
9枚目 
Fate/Grand Order セタンタ
大分遅くなってすみません💦
そして、また悪い顔になってしまった💦
今回はかっこいい立ち絵みたいなのを目指してみたのですが難しかった。
セタンタはデザインがめちゃくちゃ可愛くて、描いててかなり楽しかったです✨
015さんリクエストありがとうございました。
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haraguroihebi.bsky.social
#このタグを見た人は黙って自カプを貼る
fumio3661.bsky.social
おもてうら、です…😂
fumio3661.bsky.social
ち⚪︎この面裏を逆に描いてた俺に比べたらマシです!🤣
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hagikomame.bsky.social
レストランテ・ハギ・ラルヴァ
『特製パタータ・ドルチェ』

#イラスト #ゆるいイラスト
#サツマイモの日
#はぎちゃんとこまめちゃん #はぎこま
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k2noeart.bsky.social
Hello #PortfolioDay ! I’m K2NoE.

I love drawing original characters — from cute to cool, and everything in between. Right now, I’m slowly building a new world and the people who live in it. If you enjoy what you see, I’d be happy if you join me in watching that world grow.
The white-haired figure gazes intently at a pebble held up to the light.

~ Nazarc’s Treasures ~

At the edge of the outpost or on the way back from a mission, Nazarc will sometimes halt mid-step. Then, with scar-scored fingertips, he gently lifts the small fragments that have resonated in his heart.

a cracked stone that had fallen beside the rubble heap of an old quarry

a frayed cord snagged on the window frame of a ruined house

a chipped button that had rolled across the floor of the outpost’s scrap yard, etc.

Every one of them is nicked, clotted with mud or rust, worn to uselessness and cast aside— the sort of thing that, if a Root-hand on cleaning duty were the one to stoop for it, would go straight into the bin.

To him, though, each is a precious treasure, a shard of his heart. After so long with his voice pared away and his self sealed shut, these are the feelings he has at last managed to hold.

Today again, he takes the treasures he has gathered from a cloth pouch, spreads them across the floor, and arranges them. From time to time he lifts one to the day’s last light pouring through the window, lets a small sound hum deep in his throat to confirm, “I am still here today,” and finds a quiet ease.

— from the private notebook of Crusheed Roque, First-Rank Harvester, Dawn Ash Outpost. A person with their hair tied back gazes at the paper in their hand, deep in thought.

『 The Duty of Reporting 』

Upon returning from a mission, purge the impure miasma into ashes and calm your spirit.

Then take up your brush and inscribe that day's mission onto paper while your memory remains vivid.

Four things must be recorded. This is the form of those who live within the ranks.

【Basic Information】 Date/Time, Rank, Name

【Location】       Coordinates, Terrain, Weather

【Flower Type】    Known or Mutated, Appearance of Outer Shell/Core, Success/Failure of Harvest

【Chant Used】    Name, Number of Times Used, Duration, Presence of Backlash

But what is truly important is the “insight” added afterward. The wind's shift, the earth's rumble, changes in light or scent...

Each is but a small echo, yet layered together they trace the soundscape of the 〈Flower〉, becoming knowledge that reaches future ears.

If someone's chant ceases during a mission, those remaining bear the duty to record their final moments.

Their death becomes a stone step in the array, a sturdy foothold preventing those who follow from falling into the same depths.

Reports are not prayers, yet piled high, they come to resemble them.

Record today, to sustain tomorrow.

― Words of a certain new recruit trainer, the Seed Keeper, of the Dawn Ash Outpost. The person with tied-up hair and the person with white hair each enjoy the first dish they try at the food stall in their own way.

『 At the Corner Stall 』

Sitting down on a sun-worn wooden chair, the scent of spices rose from the dish before him and tickled his nose. 

On the plate were roughly served potatoes with skin, a stew of beast meat, and a skewer grilled red. 

Nazarc awkwardly picked up the skewer, eyed the meat for a moment, then bit into it—

only to stop, his brow tightening. 

Perhaps the meat was tougher than he expected, or he simply didn’t know how to eat it

he adjusted his grip on the skewer with his teeth still in the meat. 

“Too tough for you?”

Crusheed asked, sliding some potatoes into a flatbread and glancing sideways.

No reply came, though the silence between them was nothing unusual.

“Pull the skewer out as it is.”

After a pause, Nazarc gave a small rumble in his throat,

then tugged the meat free in one motion and chewed with a dead-serious face. 

Watching him, Crusheed  took a bite of his own bread— 

a sharp, burning spice stung his nose, making his brow furrow.

“…That’s… pretty hot.”

From beside him came a faint throat sound again, as if in quiet agreement.
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