tsukkishimwah
tsukkishimwah
the creative dumpster
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rkive of my sketches. mostly oc art. (i don’t take requests.) multi & poly shipper. she/her, 23.
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tsukkishimwah · 3 months ago
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This scenario has been in my head for months.
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If the pacing or dialogue are weird it’s bc I forgor how it went while drawing loll
Part two
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tsukkishimwah · 3 months ago
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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.
...thinking........
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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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tsukkishimwah · 5 months ago
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...thinking........
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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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tsukkishimwah · 5 months ago
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🌸❤️‍🔥🪷
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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holiday finals season
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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this diva
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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copy catbunny
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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a weird thing is that we got waves of people going "who cares if its cringe or youre annoying! have fun!" but no one really learned how to accept the fact that some people will find you annoying or think your art or your work or posts or anyrhing sucks and thats ok. rather it just became a weird "if people think youre annoying theyre just morally bad. let people enjoy things!". like no i think this yes man only biome sucks and people are allowed to not like artstyles and shows and media and other things
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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tweaked ren’s design a little, this time with a summery outfit for when it’s hot (like during the chunin exams arc.) i’m still having issues with his damn hair so i’m making it canon to the fic. if i suffer then so does he.
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in case you don’t know him, he’s one of the original characters for one of my naruto fics, rabbit’s ears and fox’s tails.
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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Continuation!
They finally smooched :3
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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An adaptation of Sherlock Holmes set in a world in which the fictional character/literary juggernaut Sherlock Holmes, and all the subsequent adaptations thereof, still exist.
Sherlock Holmes (pronounced Holl-mess, as he is constantly reminding people) just had the misfortune of having parents who really liked the books, and his attitude towards his fictional counterpart is pretty much the same as that of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Sherlock runs a Youtube Theory channel called Mysteries Unwrapped with Sherlock Holmes. He has received no less than seven cease and desist letters from the Conan Doyle estate, all of which he has so faded managed to rebuff by pointing out that that's literally his name.
(No he won't change his name. He's Sherlock Holmes the real live human person. Let Sherlock Holmes the non existent fictional character change his name.)
John is Sherlock's flatmate. Sherlock almost refused to live with him once he realised that it would mean staying with a medical student named John, and only gave in once John pointed out that: a) he's a biomedical student, which is completely different from an md, and b) his surname isn't Watson.
It's now been three years, which is long enough for them to have developed a genuine friendship, and for John to have a) started working towards his PhD in biotechnology, and b) for him to start dating somebody with the surname Watson.
Sherlock can feel the narrative closing in.
His Youtube channel is meant to be focused on lost media, fan theories and stuff like that, but he keeps accidentally stumbling upon and then solving genuine crimes.
His brother Mycroft may or may not have chosen that name after he transitions specifically to annoy him.
He doesn't even live in London, but somehow the only flat they could afford was on a street named fucking Baker Street.
Sherlock Holmes and the Unescapable Power of the Narrative.
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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thinking about usako when she had long hair
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tsukkishimwah · 6 months ago
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YIN and YANG, SUN and MOON… Sasuke and Naruto 💕
[ it’s actually a love story ]
[ID: Naruto fanart. The first shows Sasuke leaning over Naruto at the end of VOTE1; Naruto is unconscious, and Sasuke looks tired and miserable as rain pours around them. The second has the same composition, but now they're adults, and Naruto is leaning over Sasuke with a big grin as Sasuke smiles back sweetly, laying in a flowery field. End ID]
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tsukkishimwah · 7 months ago
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Sakura my beloved. 🌸 Long time no Naruto fanart.
Insta ● X
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tsukkishimwah · 7 months ago
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rabbit’s ears and fox’s tails | naruto fanfiction
chapter four: rinse & repeat
“I’m fucking tired of that stupid cat,” Usako grumbled, slamming the door open as she went. She was glad she wasn’t living in the Orphanage anymore; she would’ve had her mouth rinsed with soap if the staff had heard her curse like that.
Naruto looked up from his two cups of instant ramen, still cooking, and blinked. “Tora again?”
Usako nodded. “Tora again.”
Naruto wrinkled his nose. “Do you think Team Seven is next?”
“I hope so, because if I have to capture that damn cat again I’m gonna give the Daimyo’s wife taxidermy back.”
read on [ao3]
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tsukkishimwah · 7 months ago
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girls 🥰
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