the creative dumpster

rkive of my sketches. mostly oc art. (i don’t take requests.) multi & poly shipper. she/her, 25.

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welcome to (my) creative dumpster! i made this tumblr account purely for the sake of posting sketches and doodles of the characters of my fanfictions, which as of right now consist on two naruto fics:

rabbit’s ears and fox’s tails

summary:

On October 10th, Uzumaki Kushina birthed two children.

This is their story.

what if naruto had a twin sister: the fic

that’s it that’s the plot. it follows the original manga storyline but with *more* stuff

teen & up audiences, canon-typical violence, gen (as of now)

it may seem serious but this is a silly little fic (aka me just yelling into the void because what the fuck sarutobi hiruzen when you catch these hands—)

memories of a bloodstained doll

summary:

A single word, uttered in hurried, frightened whisper. "Run." That’s all Kobayashi Shiro can remember from the time before she was five, when she woke up in an all-white hospital room to unfamiliar faces and unfamiliar voices and an absolute blank slate instead of memories. Seven years after that, she’s graduated from Konoha’s Academy and is on her way to become a full-fledged shinobi of the Hidden Leaf. Her lost memories are still lost, but she’s learnt to live with it. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Or not. When her past crashes with her present life without a warning, shattering the crystal cage she’d unknowingly been living in, Shiro is forcibly made aware of how dangerous ignorance can be, how terrifying, and how much it could cost her. There’s no such thing as a life without pain, least of all in the shinobi world, but the darkness lurking within her repressed memories might be more than what she bargained for.

what if the narutoverse had more things going on: the fic

lots of original characters, original clans, original kekkei genkai, and a third uchiha sibling. (the whole package!)

teen & up audiences, canon-typical violence, political scheming, morally gray characters, eventual romance

a little brainworm that has lived in my head for over ten years (!) but which i haven’t been able to properly write until now

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Some Minato doodles 💛

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i finished the chapter drawing for rabbit’s ears & fox’s tails ch5 but... not the chapter.....

so have a sneak peek

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I Met My Ex-High-School-Crush-Slash-Unresolved-Situationship After Six Years And He’s Hitting On Me!? (Part 1)

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i lost the drafts of this webcomic and it hit my creativity pretty hard but i think i'll redraw it... sometime

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redrawing this

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blank period!usako. her clothes keep changing

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tried to draw kushina in my style & redesigned her a bit... i hate her apron dress so much

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modern team 7

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currently deep in my bleach oc brainrot (again)

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I Met My Ex-High-School-Crush-Slash-Unresolved-Situationship After Six Years And He’s Hitting On Me!? (Part 1)

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i lost the drafts of this webcomic and it hit my creativity pretty hard but i think i'll redraw it... sometime

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This scenario has been in my head for months.

If the pacing or dialogue are weird it’s bc I forgor how it went while drawing loll

Part two

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...thinking........

i've been thinking about a heavily shiba-blooded child of ichigo and ig she just had to be born out of that brainworm. i hc her as kazui's fraternal twin + they're pretty much the same height (she tall)

timelapse of these sketches (pls ignore how i went back and gave her a bigger chest lmao she's orihime's daughter after all!!)

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i'm still thinking about her, so let's write about her:

equinox flower (bleach pt. 2), ch 1 — endings and beginnings, pt. 1

tw: death

Kurosaki Hitoka was seventeen when she died.

It wasn’t something anyone could have seen coming. It hadn’t been a Hollow, despite how much they liked to stalk her to try and eat her. It hadn’t been a human, either, despite the dangerous people that would sometimes approach her when she was on her own. It hadn’t been anything in-between, nothing crazy like the stuff that her father had gone through when he had been her age.

Kurosaki Hitoka died on a train wreck.

It was her own fault, even. She had felt the exact moment the carriage had derailed, the way her entire body tensed up with the foreboding that something bad was about to happen. The actual impact came half a second later.

There had been a little girl, maybe four or five years old, standing by the wagon door. Through the door windows, Hitoka had seen, with startling clarity, how a different wagon had been approaching theirs. The train must have failed to take a curve, with the rails already half-frozen even before it had started snowing a few minutes prior, and now its own speed was about to finish the job.

Hitoka had made a split-moment decision, reached out to the girl, and flung her out of harm’s way.

He couldn’t quite pull herself out of harm’s way, though.

Which left us here:

Hitoka was standing in the snow, a few meters away from what had been a train, staring at the scene in shock. She looked down at herself, and found she was dressed in loose, black kosode and hakama. Tucked into the red sash tying her hakama were a pair of identical swords. Her swords. The swords that she shouldn’t be carrying, because she shouldn’t be in her current form right now.

Hitoka hadn’t been carrying her Gikongan with her, not tonight. Tonight, she was just supposed to visit the shrine in Kamigoe City, chat a little with the Plus that still refused to let herself be seen by Shinigami and simply hung out in the shrine gardens, and be on her way back to Karakura City right away. All alone, because Kazui had fallen asleep on the kotatsu right as the clock struck midnight, after mumbling something that sounded like “Happy New Year,” like a grandpa.

Not even their actual grandpa was such a grandpa.

But now she was dead, and she didn’t know what to do.

Her brain was currently refusing to do anything but make her stand there, stock-still. She was trying to process the fact that she was dead, now. She was dead, and she was supposed to—what, go to the Soul Society? Live there permanently? Where would she even live? Maybe with Kuukaku, and Ganju, and his boar? Hitoka wasn’t too fond of the boar. It hated her, and she hated it back. On principle.

Suddenly, the hairs on the nape of her neck stood on point. A chill ran down her spine, and not exactly because of the January cold. A split second later, she heard it: an otherworldly, thunderous roar. Not like anything an actual, living animal would produce.

Then there was another. And another.

Hollows. Plural.

“Well. Shit.”

Hitoka drew her Zanpaku-tō, and readied herself.

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...thinking........

i've been thinking about a heavily shiba-blooded child of ichigo and ig she just had to be born out of that brainworm. i hc her as kazui's fraternal twin + they're pretty much the same height (she tall)

timelapse of these sketches (pls ignore how i went back and gave her a bigger chest lmao she's orihime's daughter after all!!)

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holiday finals season

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