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Quarantine drawing for @jillianjunebug who so kindly donated to my ko-fi! Can you believe I am in self-quarantine with almost no art supplies? 🥺😭 hopefully the photo quality is okay since my internet and tablet have been acting up.

Scarless, blushing Obito reminding you to wash your hands, cough into your elbow, and stay home (if you can)! Don't be selfish! Thank youuuuu for the Ko-Fis and for being so kind! We'll all get through this together 💕

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Dirty Little Secret ~ Blake x Neptune

This ship won my RWBY Blake Rare Pair poll on Amino! I ship it pretty hard now, haha. After drawing it, I realized not everyone has seen RWBY Chibi. I swear this is a canon joke. I’m not a pervert. 

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Speaking of art, here is a little self portrait I did as color practice on my new drawing app 😍 I'm still practicing, but I'm looking forward to doing some portraits of my best bois and girls 💚💜💚💜

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Sannin OT3 for @awintersrose! Thank you for letting me draw them for you! I call this “Team Matching Kimonos and Long Hair”. I’m so happy with how it turned out! I tried a new way to outline and shade, and I think it looks pretty cool! Ref from kibbitzer. Click for better quality image! 

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Puppet (Page 1/4)

Page 1 of my comic for @dimancheetoile. They asked me many, many months ago to write them a ShikaSaku story but it ended up far too similar to another story I’d written for them and the writer’s block stumped me. I turned most of the first chapter into a comic for them. 

Pairings: ShikaSaku Rating: Teen Warnings: Throughout the comic, there’ll be some blood/gore, body horror, and disabilities discussed.  Notes: Read right to left, like a standard manga. 

A/N: I actually used a gray marker for Sakura’s eyes, but changing the curves and saturation in GIMP made them turn out green! It’s a happy accident, I think. I also forgot to add more sound effects ... 

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Puppet (Page 4/4 and end ficlet)

Pairings: ShikaSaku Rating: Teen Warnings: Blood/gore, body horror, psychological abuse, verbal abuse, and disabilities discussed.  Notes: Read right to left, like a standard manga. For @dimancheetoile​ who deserved more than this. Thank you for waiting for so long. 

@fineillsignup @thetoxicstrawberry @raendown

This is what it’s like to lose, her mind screams, but it’s topped by the cold even tone of Sasori.

This is what it’s like to be weak. This is what would have happened to you if I hadn’t let you win. If I had wanted to, I would have made you my next weapon. Every sinew, every tendon, every fiber of muscle and cell of skin would have been mine to craft and cut and create. My perfect creation. And I would have used you and your strength against your teammates and turned you against all of Konoha. But look at you now. You may have a wooden arm that looks like mine, but you’re no good to me with that injury. A perfect weapon can’t be made out of an imperfect body. You’re useless.

The voice is somehow louder than Sakura’s sobs and she clutches at her ear with her hand, trying to shut it out. “Stop it!” she screams, tears and saliva dribbling into the sink. “Leave me alone!”

Worthless. What good is a ninja with only one arm? You can’t complete any jutsu. And while you may rely on your brute strength and short temper to finish jobs, your balance is so off-kilter because of that prosthetic. You’ll never be a real fighter ever again.

“N-Naruto and Sasuke o-only have one arm!” she shouts back, eyes screwed shut. She doesn’t even know who she’s talking to at this point. The voice is some strange mix of her own and Sasori’s, and a few others. They sound like her teammates, her friends, her mentor, her Hokage. They’re chiding, disappointed, mocking.

Naruto’s got his arm back and Sasuke, well Sasuke’s off doing his own thing, isn’t he? But the thing is, Sakura, they were far more powerful than you to begin with. Sasuke is an Uchiha and he has harnessed the power of the Sharingan. Naruto is from the famous Uzumaki clan. He is a jinchuuriki. Not only was he strong before, but he managed to funnel the kyuubi’s chakra for his own use. They were surpassing you in their sleep. You never stood a chance to be at their level, let alone beat them. They could lose all their limbs and still be powerful, respected ninja. You’ll never be that. You’re so weak, you’re useless with just losing one arm.

“I’m n-not useless!”

You are. What jutsu can you do? Who can you heal? What surgeon operates with one hand tied behind their back? What is the percentage of disabled ninja sent out into the field? You. Are. Useless. What can you do with one arm?

“I can do this!” Sakura screams, her throat raw and torn. She throws herself back, face slick with tears and spit, eyes puffy, body trembling. She pulls back her right arm, closes her hand, and shoves her fist through the mirror and into the wall. The glass shatters instantly into thousands of small pieces, exploding around the room. The bare wall behind it is left with a spiderweb of cracks that run along the ceiling and down into the tiled floor. She pants heavily and pulls away her arm, leaving a large hole in the cement wall. Dust swirls about the room and there is a commotion of everyone else in the apartment complex scrambling to figure out what on earth just happened. She can hear theories of earthquake, paper bombs, even a gas explosion from one of the units’ stoves.

Sakura limps out of the bathroom, glass and plaster coating her skin and weaving into her hair, and collapses onto her bed. Her face is burning hot and more tears find their way down her cheeks and into her sheets.

“I’m not useless,” she breathes. Grabbing the prosthetic off of the bed and throwing it across the room into the wall, she buries her face into her pillows. “I’m not a puppet. I’m not like him. I’m real. And I’m okay.”

The sounds of running footsteps thundering past her apartment door are nowhere as loud as the pounding of her heartbeat in her temples. She can faintly hear people chattering and then banging on her door as the landlord goes from room the room to ask if everyone is okay. She is too tired to get up and answer the door, even to let them know she’s alive and well.

Or at least that she’s alive. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. And she doesn’t want to have to put her prosthetic on just for a brief exchange between herself and the landlord so she stays in bed and takes up as much breath as she can to shout over the noises in her own head and says she’s fine, and she can’t come to the door because she’s showering. No she didn’t feel an earthquake, and yes her apartment is in one piece. The footsteps move on, the chatter dies off, and Sakura is alone again to stir in the fragments of the argument she’s having with herself.  

She resists the will to continue the fight with the amalgamation of voices still mocking her and squeezes her eyes shut, hoping her weariness will let her sleep before her thoughts turn darker.

A/N: Thank you Mako for your incredible patience and understanding. There actually was more ShikaSaku moments in the fic, but it fought me tooth and nail the whole time and it won. If I ever get around to finishing it, and making it less like what I’ve already written you, I promise to post it and tag you in it. You deserve to have the entire story. 

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when you wear sunglasses to block out the haters but almost miss seeing some honies (the honies being Kakashi lol) 

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Dead Birds (Trauma and Recovery) - Kakashi Comic Oneshot

For most of 2018 I was having trouble coping with some things so I made this comic. After I finished the sketch, I set it aside. A few days later I added the final line to remind myself that I needed to get better. I won’t quit. I won’t give up. I’m as stubborn as the day is long. 

Decided to add this as my @kakashifest contribution for the prompts Jounin, Grief, Wings, Ghosts, and Family. @nika-kujyou 

TW: Blood, death, violence, body horror, gore. Under the cut. 

some of the photos uploaded different sizes and idk how to fix it ;___; 

A/N: Sakumo is saying, “I’m home, Kakashi.”