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more naruto oc design stuff. yes the rotting eyeball is necessary we just aren't acknowledging it right now
fic link under the cut, where you can out find exactly why she's carrying around a dead woman's eye, what those palm seals do, and how she ended up with the root seal
“Hey! Is this thing working?
“Step back, Abi. Hello, world. This is Captain Riptide of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. I’m joined by Agents 8, 4, and 3 on this blog. Ask us anything and everything.”
“Within reason, of course!”
“What she said.”
[OOC:: Asks WILL be drawn and shenanigans are encouraged ^^ feel free to rp along if you want. Not everything will be 100% accurate to Splatoon lore, but that’s what asks are for! This takes place after the events of Splatoon 3, but before the events of Side Order]
* You guys are still here?
I'm no artist. I'm just really bored.
no background version is underneath.
2018, AT secret santa gift for @tiddyclown !
Among the Shooting Stars
Ship: Keith/Lance Rating: Mature Warnings: Werewolves, Not that Graphic Violence, Blood.
AO3|FF.net
Update Chapter 8(AO3)
Summary:
This is a story that happened a long, long time ago. So long ago that details like names, places, and dates were lost even before our grandmas heard it from their parents. The story, however, keeps being told year after year, night after night, especially on the dark winter ones, when the snow falls unrelenting and the wind howls so angrily that you can easily mistake it for a wild beast waiting at your door. For it’s a story about innocence and blood, pain and hope, tragedy and love. And, as many other stories do, it starts when there was not one, but two boys.
Excerpt:
The snow was cold under his paws. His belly was empty, hungry since winter was a hard time for hunters like him. Prey liked to hide in their lairs, curling to keep the cold at bay, while he was forced to roam through the wild, hoping to find anything careless enough to leave safety and venture into the snow.
The storm had stopped a few hours ago, and the moon shone up in the sky, still almost full and threatening. To him, at least. Most people would probably think it was beautiful, but the moon had stopped being pretty for him long ago.
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Simon and Betty for @teal-girl! Thanks to soupery for hosting this year’s ATSS!
