hey tumblr! going to try and be more active around here ✌️ I’m Lindsay, a queer artist based in Texas who mostly loves drawing dnd characters!
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Nokron, the Eternal City 🌃 🌟
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Ok uhm... but when can I pull for this 5 star?
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❝ Kakashi-sensei why don't you let me help you? ❞
Kakashi's breath is caught uncomfortably in his chest. He & sakura had been working on a mission report, going through & marking all the errors in red ink. Usually, it was not so strange. They would revise their report, turn it in & indulge in a well-earned lunch. Except Kakashi had spilled the ink all over the table, the cloth beneath it, his hands. He had rushed to get a towel before it could stain ( the tablecloth was a gift - it would be a shame for it to go to ruin ) but when he opens up the cupboard something catches his eye. The ink on his hands had an earthy tone to it, like crushed brick. it was reminiscent of blood. Which was not always so terrible. He dealt in bloodshed as a career, it wasn't like the color was anything new. But he hadn't been prepared. He was in his home, with his student, away from the battlefield. There is a familiar way his attention tunnels, the way his hands freeze in front of the pale green towel he had been reaching for.
Of course, Kakashi had long since figured out to deal with these attacks of mind. Invasive, distant memories would rear their ugly heads on occasion, throwing him back to a time that had already passed. It was something he had learned to deal with in his own solitude. The truly unfortunate thing was that he was not alone at this moment & the telltale concern in Sakura's voice only seemed to make it worse. He must have given his internal moment away. Maybe it was in the tension in his shoulders, or the uncomfortable way he holds his breath. He's not even sure how long he's been standing there, like this.
This was not a part of him he wanted his students to see. He was responsible for their wellbeing, despite the way he had treated their safety in the past. Yet he still found himself trying to force a burning breath through his lungs. It wasn't like it used to be, but there were good days & there were bad days. He just hadn't expected today to be the latter.
" I don't need help, Sakura. " He hates the color of red on his counter, a handprint he must have left. It's a stark contrast to the pale marble beneath. Still it's what he focuses on. Anything to keep from meeting her gaze, " I just --- need a moment. "
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AstonMartinF1 Man of the moment. 🔥
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Every few days I need more coping material so I draw him wrecking someone, being melted into a fine plasma, or being wrecked. God if he was real I think I’d cry so hard my eyes would turn into raisins.
I’m normal though!! I’m so completely normal trust!!
Vox please VOX PLEASE shaking and crying and pissing myself…
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You know admittedly that’s a pretty clever idea for- w
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Wait hol up wait wait just
….That was your intellectual property?!? Buddy what the fuck were you planning for?
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Ok uhm... but when can I pull for this 5 star?
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