just a smalltown girl livin' in a lonely world

K.C., 28 y.o., Siberian

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Hey hey! Here’s my full comic that I did for the Kakashi Zine produced by Mishmass Zines, go check out the full zine for fun digital merch and SO MUCH ABSOLUTELY AMAZING CONTENT HOLY SHIT.

Anyway, huge thanks for including me in this project I had so much fun and I really like how this comic came out 🙏💕

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😭😭😭😭😭

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HAPPY BDAY TO MY FAV HALF OF TEAM X  AKA @kageillusionz

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Based on that scene from Scrubs...

[hngrrnbw]

having a depressive episode due to the coming up finish line of my giant translation of "IFIYD" by @ladyxxdaydream and kind of (overexcited) fear of posting my own fanfiction soon. summer is coming? whatever. I'm all the way in my personal bloom of creativeness :D

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doodling the otp

[hngrrnbw]

Meet my son!

He's such a sweetheart (mostly)

[hngrrnbw]

Pheeeew. I did it.

I guess, 9 y.o. me who won a regional poetry competition once could be proud of this wayward granny (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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Ok but how people translate poetry? haha

I've been working with translation in one way or another for about ten years, but this is the first time I scratch my head THIS desperately

thanks to @ladyxxdaydream and her chapter 15 :D <3 I will definitely manage this (somehow)

[hngrrnbw]

Hmmm, let’s start with pieces. 

My mom bakes incredible rye bread (all homemade), so she treated me with a loaf. I’ve mashed avocados, mixed it with some cream cheese and put it all on top. It may look nasty, but tastes... Oh so good ^-^

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still trying to sort out WHAT tumblr is like. what can I post here? should I upload my life pieces or just repost smth, or both? I’m kinda embarassed, but eager to go on lol. 

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Didn’t even need a break up to cut it the hell OFF. Feels so good as if lots of negative energy left my shoulders

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*SCREAMING UGLY*

HIIIIII HIIIIIIIIII!

I've just uploaded Chapter 5 of @ladyxxdaydream "I'll Fall, If You Do" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18502822/chapters/43847488) translation on my ficbook account (https://ficbook.net/readfic/11667189), aaaaaaaaand the beautiful friend of mine, the magnificent woman whose name is godsflwer created these AMAZING pieces of art!

Sooooo MEET Deidara the Delicious and Obito the Odious!

Ooooh I love it so much! Look at the two of them! They look just like they've just stepped out of the fic's pages...

You may also find more of this wonderfully-talented girl's masterpieces on her Instagram (godsflwer) and pinterest: https://www.pinterest.ru/mimihuimi/

OR go visit my ficbook page (mentioned above) and check my translation skills. If you know any Russian haha

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Going through my naruto phase 15 years too late is truly embarrassing.

I’ve been working on this little comic for a while and it’s been a real joy! I’ll probably post the rest of this comic tomorrow cuz it has absolutely flopped on every other social media.

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The rest of it!

Everyone who has left sweet comments/tags I am kissing you directly on the mouth. I know naruto is kinda old, but this has been getting ABSOLUTELY NO LOVE on Twitter or Instagram, which is really disheartening because I’m actually pretty proud of it.

It’s hard to know if it’s because no one likes it? Or if it’s just being buried by the algorithm. So thanks Tumblr for still having my back 💖

EDIT: I LEFT OUT A PAGE

[animetrashmuffin]

Wheezing and crying and just all around cackling. THIS IS AMAZING AND EPIC AND I CANNOT GET OVER YAMATO ABOUT TO THROW HANDS AT THIS HOT DICKHEAD. I LOVE ALL OF IT AND YOU CAPTURED EVERYONE SO GOOD. Absolute perfection thank you for this gift!

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forgive my dirty Russian but сука, до слёз 

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:’|

[ladyxxdaydream]

okay i'm back with the a snippet!! no idea what it'll be titled yet... and this is my v rough draft / i haven't written in 9375 years so keep that in mind lmao still needs to be heavily edited.

NATA-VERSE - 3rd installment - Deidara's POV.

The Topography of Tears. Deidara read the title from the exhibition flier, plucking it off the marble table top as he walked into the museum. He didn’t know what was being shown today, but he’d suffer crude scribbles passing off as modern art if it meant keeping him out of the apartment. Iruke walked around shirtless, and somehow he hadn’t thought of that when he agreed to live with him and Kakashi for the summer.

He glanced back down at the pamphlet in his hand.

An intimate look at the landscape of human emotion through a striking series of duotone photographs—

Deidara skimmed the rest, rolled his eyes, and tossed into the trash with a flick of his wrist. From what he gathered, tears— collected from various individuals and shed for a variety of reasons— were dried on glass and put under a microscope, magnified a hundredfold to examine their composition. It was more interesting than he thought, but not by much. Judging by the fact that no one else appeared to be in the gallery, he wasn’t alone in his skepticism.

He fidgeted with his tongue ring, sliding it forward to clack against the back of his teeth as he examined the first piece, Grief. It looked like a subway map with lines branching off in several directions, or an aerial view of a rural town with blocks of farmland and barns, much like the place he grew up in.

He slowly made his way through the rest of the room, pausing to examine the photographs of Change, Hope, Compassion, Remorse. They were all different, and not subtly, Some looked like blotchy amebas crawling across the frame, others like intricate neurons. Redemption looked strikingly similar to his windshield in the winter, when snowflakes iced over on the glass. Tears After Goodbye, a deep cut that had been stitched back together again. It was incredibly poetic, and stunned him entirely.

“It’s such a secret place, the land of tears.”

Deidara startled by the sudden voice, unaware someone else had entered the room. He wrinkled his face in disinterest. He didn’t come to museums to talk to people; he wanted to zone out and judge other people’s art so he could forget about his massive crush on a certain Puerto Rican.

Deidara turned his head with the full intention of curling his lip at the stranger, but he never got the chance because something about the person before him felt vaguely familiar. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was due to the white fabric mask covering half his face.

“Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,” the man said, looking him straight in the eyes.

Deidara waited for more, but nothing came. He licked his lips, annoyed. “Am I supposed to know who that is...?”

“The Little Prince.”

Deidara shook his head with a raise of his shoulders, signaling he still didn’t know.

“Didn’t your parents read you any bedtime stories?” the man asked. There was humor in his voice. It was subtle, but it was there, and Deidara felt like he was being mocked.

He swiveled the rest of his body towards him, cocking out his hip. “Honey, do I look like I was read bedtime stories as a child?”

The stranger’s eyes were back on the photograph, not looking at him at all. “I read it to my little brother.”

Silence followed. Deidara crossed his arms and huffed, a stray piece of blonde hair puffing up with his breath. His patience was thin today, and this cryptic conversation, with some weirdo in wire-rimmed glasses who wanted to reminisce about his past, wasn’t helping.

“I bet it put him right to sleep, yeah? Much like this conversation.” Deidara yawned, wiping at the corner of his eye dramatically. “I could donate these to the exhibition,” He said, holding out his finger to indicate the tear. “They could hang it right here.” — he motioned towards a blank space on the wall— “Title it Boredom.”

The stranger hummed. It might have been a laugh, but it was hard for Deidara to tell.

“And what would you see once magnified?”

“Your face?”

Alright so it wasn’t his best drag,

“I’m flattered you think I belong in a gallery.”

Deidara’s mouth fell open in surprise, and he hated that it intrigued him. “Why don’t you pull down that mask and we’ll see, yeah?”

“Not this time,” he said. He bowed slightly in Deidara’s direction, and left. Just like that.

Deidara would have asked him what the hell he meant, if only he could find his voice.

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I’m reading THIS in a taxi and the phone is DANCING, cause my hands are SHAKING 😭😭😭 that’s good, gooooood, sooooo good! Thank you @ladyxxdaydream for making my Monday better. I will be waiting for a release on ao3, so I could translate it for my folks <3

[hngrrnbw]

welcome etcetera

well, I think I’m getting too old to start new blogs and social medias... but here we are! hi, Tumblr! how is it going? 

[ladyxxdaydream]

I’m finally writing!!!! 🤧 anyone want a preview? It’s from deidara’s pov from the third (middle) installment of the NATA verse heheh the moment where he unofficially meets itachi for the first time… 😬

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sure thing!!!!!!!!!!! being soooo impatient now