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Fuck, I love tactile stands... I think Gold Experience is the most loving, because he got into Giorno's pants, and almost snuggled up to him, and almost kissed him (official Araki art!!!). It's like a Dungeon Master here, uhh Ze World, also a little clingy. Sticky Fingers is lagging behind, even the Mud Blues is more tactile to Abbakio(
But in principle, all this is not so important, because the most loyal stand is Chip Trick.
This drawing is good, I'll post it again, but with hashtags.
These are my characters, they are samurai from the Sengoku era
The red one's name is Sekai Akira, the blue one is Sensei, he's a ronin who renounced his name. Akira is an Oni demon, he has a rich history. If it will be interesting to someone, I can develop the branch further. In any case, write in the comments)
A small collage with Kakashi)
I'm sorry that I've been missing for a long time, I'll take a look at the survey later 🥹
Guys, an urgent question. I'm in an art block and I can't decide what to draw for you. Vote for the option that is closest to you, so that it will be easier for me to get out of the art block and please you with new sketches and varieties)
Kakashi kid
Kakashi Anbu
Kakashi Akatsuki
Kakashi's bijuu (Akaron)
Kakashi's routine
Kakashi/Obito in Akatsuki
Kakashi in Academy
Your suggestion
And here's the fanfiction of the Ennead! Have fun reading)
Hot. If only he could get rid of the shenti as soon as possible. Yes, this is a desert, but it can't be this hot!... The sand burns his bare feet. All the scorpions have melted and lie roasting in the sun. Apparently, the goddess Ra is feeling particularly cheerful today.
Anubis is literally bouncing across the sand toward Kynopolis, where the life-saving shade and the market are located. The shenti is starting to burn; the black color is literally killing the jackal, who also has that mask on top. Just a little more, just a tiny bit, and he'll enter the market, reeking of spices and the sweet smell of fruit.
Two familiar silhouettes stand near a stall, choosing fresh apples. It's Maat and Thoth — what an unexpected meeting! They couldn't really explain why they wanted to eat like humans, but it's worth noting that Maat was a pretty good cook. Anubis had come to the sage's library several times to recall forgotten knowledge, always managing to show up right at lunch or late dinner time. The goddess would happily feed the stray jackal who kept appearing from the shadows, thus taming him. The reincarnations provoked by Osiris had greatly affected Anubis's mind, making him behave like a wolf or a dog. Sometimes he didn't even notice his instant reaction to a whistle or his hunting instinct when spotting a bird in the sky. But now, stepping on the cooled, trampled sand in the shade, the guide wasn't thinking about any of that. He needed to find a clothing stall and buy shorts — otherwise, the shenti would fuse to his butt and thighs.
"Anubis! Long time no see! You haven't been to Kynopolis for ages, even though this is the main center of worship for you." Thoth greeted him with a friendly smile. Maat also turned around but didn't say hello until the jackal came closer. It wasn't in her nature to shout across half the market, especially to someone who might not even pay attention.
"Hey, Thoth. Hello, Maat. Where's the clothing sold?" Anubis shook the sage's hand, bowing slightly to the girl. She didn't resemble the kind and sweet Hathor — on the contrary, she was very strict and authoritative. This didn't scare the guide, but it at least made him cautious.
"Good afternoon, jackal. We're heading there now, so you won't mind walking with us. Besides, there are some unresolved questions." The goddess took the bag of apples and placed it in the basket her husband was holding. From his expression, it was clear the load was quite heavy — the basket was tilting forward, and the man could barely lift it off the ground. Anubis, figuring he'd have to walk with them anyway, took the basket from Thoth's hands. The ibis gratefully thanked his friend for the help, folding his hands like Buddha, and the two of them trudged after Maat, who walked without even acknowledging the gentlemen lagging behind.
Time dragged on. He wanted to tear off the shenti and bare his august body to everyone. Sanity was slowly leaving the jackal's already battered head. And on top of that, Maat had started some meaningless interrogation, as if collecting compromising material!
"...So, I see. We have time for one more question. What did Osiris do when you decided to reshape the Duat?"
"Sewed my mouth shut and my eyes. Is that all? I need to find shorts." Anubis shifted from foot to foot, looking at Thoth, who had settled on his haunches — the jog through the market had already worn him out.
"An interesting punishment. You're free. Thoth, take the basket, we're going home." The girl took the load from the guide's hands and set it down next to the stunned ibis. How had they gotten so much? Maybe Anubis would agree to help again? Ah, well, it didn't matter — the jackal had already vanished from the man's sight the moment Maat released him.
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The god of death stood by a tent, carefully examining the entire assortment of trousers. Shentis, skirts, pants, shawls — everything for self-respecting Kynopolitans. The saleswoman looked fearfully at the jackal who had appeared out of nowhere, worshipped by the entire city, and mentally prepared words of praise in case he suddenly became angry.
"May I see those shorts?" He stepped under the tent, almost standing right next to the woman.
"Anything for our lord!" Anubis was annoyed when they called him that. Calling the god of death and the Duat the "lord" of the living — what nonsense.
No matter how hard the guide tried to pay for the goods, they wouldn't take his money, saying he'd already done so much for those who had passed on. They almost brought him all their earnings from today as a gift — at least five or six stalls. The other merchants and residents of the city looked with reverence at the young man hastily leaving the market, hiding a deep blush under his jackal mask.
Finally, the stuffy black shenti fell from Anubis's thighs, replaced by light, fitted shorts that wouldn't ride up in battle and expose the god's charms to everyone. The sand was still hot. His thighs no longer burned, because the gifted garment, although just as dark, fit snugly enough to be unnoticeable and reached only to the upper third of his thighs.
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The desert today was treating everyone who dared to stick their nose out before five in the evening to its scorching sun. So Horus, Set, and the Greek, returning from the jungle, all got caught in the crossfire. In theory, the sky god should have been alone, but the caring Isis had assigned the previously disgraced Set to accompany him — and, of course, the Greek. Imagine the surprise of the war demigod when he saw a slightly pale silhouette bouncing along a dune. There was no doubt — it was definitely his son! But why was he running? Was someone chasing him? And where was the shenti? Things smelled fishy when the god of death fell onto the sand and rolled down. He'd been killed!
Set got there before it even registered that a god couldn't be killed, especially by mere mortals.
"Anubis! What happened? Get up!" The frightened father flew over to his still-lying offspring, ignoring the two companions of the hike, who were calling both of them by name.
"Set? What are you doing here?" The jackal stared in confusion at the man shaking him, looking past him at Horus running up ahead.
"Are you wounded?" The former ruler stopped shaking his son and began to quickly examine him, not removing his hands.
"What gave you that idea?" The sky god dropped to his knees next to Set and pressed his head to where Anubis's heart should be. It wasn't beating.
"Uncle, he's dead!" Horus exclaimed, trying to find a pulse on his brother's neck.
"Well, I'm the god of death, so it's logical that my heart is stopped. And why all the fuss?" The guide sat down on the sand. Three pairs of surprised eyes stared at him.
"Wait. You have no heartbeat? Is Osiris behind this?!" The war demigod removed his lover's hands from his son's neck and pressed his own ear to his chest. Amazing...
"I don't remember. I never had one." The young man tried to pull away from the contact, but Set wouldn't let him, pressing close.
"Whoa, buddy, you're a walking dead man! Are they all like that in your Duat? Then I'm not surprised those creatures are corpse-like too." The Greek crouched down, trying to look into the death god's eyes.
"They're not creatures. They're jackals. They just had the misfortune of dying at human hands." Anubis had nowhere left to move, and his clingy father still wouldn't let go, so he tried to gesture for Horus to remove the red one. The sky god, without hesitation, pulled the war demigod away, finally allowing the death god to stand.
"Why did you fall?" The future ruler of Egypt ignored his uncle's furious glare, which looked ready to turn him into shish kebab.
"I just decided to roll down the slope. It's fun. I like rolling in the sand." Ah, right — the animal part hadn't gone anywhere. Only now did everyone notice the fitted shorts above his knees, so desperately inviting a touch.
"What scandalous pants you have, jackal. Watch out that no one bites you." The Greek chuckled, something indecipherable happening in his own pants.
"What do you mean?" Anubis was a stranger to everything related to love and that sort of thing. He'd only kissed Osiris, and even then under duress. And now someone was saying that to him. How was he supposed to react?
"Your buns are a nut, just begging to be sinful. Right?" Before the Greek could react, he received a solid smack from Set, who definitely didn't appreciate such a comment about his son.
"Shut up, you pervert! Don't you dare use your little jokes about my child!" To be fair, this "child" was a head and a half taller than his father and broader in the shoulders — but the war demigod didn't see anything odd about that. His son would forever remain that cute little boy he used to kiss every time he came to sleep with him.
Anubis had died from a curse. Set no longer hoped to see him. But a few months ago, he had encountered him in the form of the god of death. If he hadn't cut off Osiris's hand — if he had recognized his son in him — that child would now be living an ordinary, even happy, life. But fate had treated the jackal cruelly, so his father had lost him right in his own arms, staring into eyes blackened with infection. When the flower on his chest withered, Set had lost his mind with rage and cut Osiris to pieces again — this time with particular hatred and cruelty. They were both fathers to Anubis! How dare that cursed drowned man do such a thing to his own son?! And now, looking at a perfectly alive jackal, the war demigod was not about to lose him again.
"What's the big deal? The shorts really are very revealing, so I hinted at it. By the way, Anubis, where's your manhood? I don't see it for some reason. Or are you a eunuch?" Now the Greek was being stared at by Horus — apparently, he wasn't feeling positive either. What kind of day was this, everyone so aggressive!
"Eunuch? No. I just don't need it. I removed it completely, but I can bring it back. I just won't show you — you're a man." Wow, what a statement! Set exhaled in relief and started stroking his son's head.
"Good boy. Right thinking. Nothing for him to look at — he has his own." So Anubis was still untouched. Praise the heavens. The red one would personally rip off the barrel of anyone who dared to encroach on his boy's innocence. Father, what can you say.
"Uncle, we should go. Maybe we can take him with us? Mother asked to meet your son the other day." Horus looked at the jackal, who seemed lost in thought.
"Why? Does she need something from me?" Anubis knew in advance that such sudden requests for a meeting, especially from the ruler of Egypt herself, didn't happen for nothing. What if she wanted to judge him? Or execute him?
"Probably regarding the Duat. She knows about your rule there and about your improvements. Mother would like to know how you managed to reshape the underworld." The sky patron was also burning with curiosity — only a true god could create something like that. Was Anubis that powerful?
"Then I refuse. I will carry that secret through life. Torture me — I won't say a word." The Greek snorted, drawing the attention of all three.
"Really? Then can I start?" Whether it was a joke or not was unclear, but a suddenly appearing staff in the jackal's hands cut short the Greek god's amusement.
"First defeat me, little god." A proper brawl was brewing — you could see it from the saliva starting to drip from Anubis's chin. That happened when he was angry and baring his teeth to bite.
"Easy, easy! I was joking! Don't bite me — I don't need rabies. Ahem, forget it." The Greek raised his hands in a peace sign and waved them slightly, as if renouncing the idea of battle.
"Dangerous jokes you have. So, you're not coming?" Horus's head was already baked; he wanted to get to the temple to his mother and cool off by the cold waterfall.
"No. I have business in the Duat. If you want to meet me — find someone dying and wait until I show up." Anubis turned and trudged toward the cave he'd been planning to roll down the dune to.
"Wait! If anything, you know where I live. Come by." Set said it with such care that envy flared up in the sky god. Honestly, what had he expected? Anubis had died in his father's arms, and Set couldn't spend much time with him now — while he and Horus had only sex. Besides, the lovers saw each other almost every day, which couldn't be said about the guide, who only appeared in Egypt for Thoth's knowledge and Maat's cooking.
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All night, Set thought about his departed son. He replayed the moment of his passing in his head: his own rage and furious scream, then bitter tears of loss. Tonight, he had another shitty dream. Anubis, dying, through wheezes and groans, blamed his father for his death, grabbing him by the throat, trying to strangle him and take him to the Duat. The man no longer resisted. In the end, the dream faded as soon as the gates of the Duat opened. Set jolted awake in bed, trying to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, in the shadows, he noticed a painfully familiar disappearing jackal mask.
Anubis is always watching over his daddy. He is his personal curse.
I also care about the Ennead and I really love Anubis)
Я отмечаю 4-й год своего блога Tumblr! 🥳
It's also my birthday)
A little sweetness for you in the feed) Art according to my canon with Akatsuki, I'll drop fan fiction for you soon🤩
This is not love, according to my canons they are both asexual. Their relationship is more like a family one, because they've been through so much...
On the tablet, the colors turned out to be more or less, and on the finished art there is some kind of Hiroshima 😞✌️🥀
And this is the humanization of Kakashi's ninken! They don't have skin color, because I was too lazy to steam up, I'll figure it out along the way)
Yes, I can draw something other than Kakashi)))
Nagato and Yahiko are guys I safely forgot about six months ago, but now I reverently remembered and decided to cross them out🤩
I'm finally ready to write you a fanfiction! A little bit of small Raphael in your feed)))
Splinter hadn't slept for two nights straight. He had become the father of four baby turtles three years ago, but the second-oldest hatchling — whom Splinter had named Raphael — still couldn't quite get used to him. Raphael was different from his brothers in breed: they were ordinary land turtles, while he was a true red-eared slider. This difference had manifested almost immediately after the mutation, and it wasn't just about the markings on his temples.
The mutagen had turned Raphael into a predator — which he already was by nature — gifting him with fangs and claws. Turtles shouldn't have teeth at all, but none of the four little ones had beaks, and their gums itched more and more each day until baby teeth started coming in. Completely ordinary human teeth.
Raph was the first to start biting. He bit everything that moved, and if something didn't move, he'd move it himself and then bite it. His brothers were bitten regularly: Michelangelo would squeak and try to fight off the nippy older one; Leonardo could put up a fight but didn't always succeed; Donatello simply hid and made no sound.
Hamato Yoshi tried many methods — explaining, punishing, bringing in dog chew toys so his son would gnaw on those instead of his brothers or his father's tail and kimono hem. Eventually, it passed on its own. One day, all the teeth had grown in, and the need to bite wasn't so urgent anymore.
But closer to age three, the aggression began. Surrounded by nothing but males — and for Raphael, who was naturally an alpha, this realization felt like a terrible insult directed at him. Most often, he lunged at Leo, who was already beginning to feel the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He protected Donnie and Mikey, scared Raph off with loud claps, and threw anything he could at him just to keep him away. Splinter tried his best to intervene, even locking his restless son in the dojo so he could rage himself out and come out calm. Not once did it work — because Raphael wasn't aggressive when he couldn't see his targets. But as soon as he crossed the threshold and spotted any of his brothers, it all started again.
The cause of the old rat's sleeplessness was currently sitting in a corner, refusing to go to sleep with the other turtles. Absolutely refusing. The brothers had tried to call him over — Mikey tugged Raph's arm, Donnie tried to say something, Leo attempted to give orders. In the end, the three of them fell asleep earlier than usual, never having brought their lost brother back to the mattress. And the culprit remained sitting in the corner, staring at one spot.
Yoshi suggested sleeping in the dojo, in the hall, in his room, near the warm pipes. Raphael only bared his teeth and wouldn't let anyone come near. He himself had been sleeping in fits and starts for over a month now — only during the day, and only when his body simply couldn't take it anymore. Splinter wondered what this was about. All the turtles were starting to show their personalities — the "terrible threes." But the refusal to go to sleep, even in another room, suggested something else to Sensei. Raph was constantly tense and on edge, always watching his surroundings, never approaching first. As if he was afraid of something.
But what? There were no horror movies on TV. No scary books were kept in the lair. The only one who scared everyone else was the red-eared turtle himself.
Hamato made one more attempt to approach, reaching a paw toward the hatchling. This time, Raphael didn't just bare his teeth — he let out a low growl. He shifted his sharp green gaze toward his father, and the growling only grew louder, but now his shoulders trembled too. Raph hunched over and braced his hands on the floor, curling in on himself. But he wasn't looking at Splinter — he was looking behind him.
The rat turned around. Behind him was only an empty, dark passageway.
Dark passageway. Dark...
The realization hit his head like lightning striking a tree.
Raphael was afraid of the dark. Or rather, of what might be in it.
Yoshi rose from his crouch and disappeared into that very passageway. A minute later, he returned with a flashlight. The teacher stood near the passage and clicked the switch on the handle. Light bloomed in a white spot, illuminating the darkness of the hallway.
The growling stopped. Raph straightened up and rose to his feet. He looked at Sensei again, nodded toward the passageway, and said quietly:
"Go there. Give me light. Sleep separate."
He spoke hesitantly, but his words were coherent. So Splinter waited until his son had moved ahead, then followed behind. The little turtle glanced back at Sensei every few steps, almost walking into a corner twice, until they reached the couch in the hall. A blanket lay on it.
"Do you want to sleep here? I can stay nearby until you fall asleep, my son."
The rat sat down on the edge of the couch, still lighting up the ceiling and walls.
"Stay nearby. Light… be here. Sleep with light."
Raphael spoke as he twisted the blanket into a small nest around himself, settling in more comfortably. Yoshi smiled slightly, closed his eyes, dimmed the flashlight, and wedged it between the couch cushions, creating a sort of torch. Raph curled up and began to breathe deeply — in a calm state, he could fall asleep quickly.
Splinter looked at the nest beside him where his son had settled, and he too began to drift off. His worst fears had been dispelled — it wasn't insomnia or a disorder, just a dislike of the dark. And the solution was the most ordinary flashlight.
And I also like to draw ninja turtles, my favorite is Raphael)
I've been drawing turtles for 9 years now and only recently realized that they don't have to be similar in proportions to the turtles of 2012, because they're constantly coming up with new ones. For me, if some characters have more than two appearances, you can draw this character in your own style and not even bother)
What is a Tribe and who are Magami?
I write Naruto fanfiction, and sometimes a word like "Magami" slipped through my mind. What is it? I drew a diagram on a piece of paper. Kakashi is a member of the Okami tribe, he is a Magamei who has passed the test of the night. The first brand he inflicted on himself in human form, the second brand the patriarch of the Tribe gave him at the end of the trial with its successful completion. All wolves are different, they are different colors, different sizes, they are divided into Alphas and Omegas. Gender doesn't matter here, and it doesn't apply to intimacy. Alpha is the one who protects and protects, Omega is the one who keeps the hearth. Anyone can take the test of the night.
I just drew it, and I'm posting the story here!)
This is my next canon, here Kakashi joined Akatsuki (he died before Obito, Kakashi has sharingan for other reasons, and Obito was stoned, but he kept two eyes), Rin is alive and is the sensei of team 7. I already love this canon, so for now I will work on it)))
And here is Narancia! He's in a pair art with Abbakio)
Finally got around to it 🤩
And I'm also looking for Jo Jo) I really love the fifth part, and especially Narancia with Abbacchio 🍊🚔
So far, I've only drawn Abbacchio, but everything is ahead - the plans are for Buchigang😜