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Room of Angel

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Somewhere outside of Amegakure in an alternate universe, where Akatsuki finally achieved its goals...

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//you know my ass old when I can't even get on here to wish nagato a happy birthday

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@uchihacollector

Excerpt from a rainy story (and an actual cobra umbrella, yup! ☔️)

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ROUND TWO

KONAN vs SASORI

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//if konan doesn't win that character poll I will riot

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Patreon request of this month - Obito x Konan, but its The Witcher 3 crossover! Thank them for this opportunity >>My patreon page if you wanna support me!<<

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//I interrupt my lurking to bring you this insignificant announcement

Behold the gang in their very ugly glory.

I have had pain for so long, it was time the other 2 were finally released

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scenes from Fire & Paper by lavender_lightning on Ao3 that have been occupying my mind 🔥🏮

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Uchihacollector has me craving orokonan art 😩 may I request?

sure! /though i lack ideas/

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Congrats on the 1.5k holy shit!!!!! So well deserved im so proud of you!!

If you're in the mood for it id love to see the ame trio surviving summer 👀

Ahhhh thank you so much Gwen! Always a joy to draw some Ame Trio content 🥰

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New official arts

Konan ~Ronin~

from Chinese game Naruto Mobile

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I tried also this kind of illustration

What do you think about it ?

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Since I saw pictures of her wearing the ronin outfit, I felt the need to portray her in this amazing version while she still captures the attention of many people with this beautiful outfit.

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Break his crown, break his throne, rip his monarchy apart. //nagato/pain

I HEAR IT, I FEEL IT, I CANNOT ESCAPE IT. THE CRIES OF THE DYING. A WORLD SO BROKEN THAT ALL HAVE GIVEN UP. NONE WISH TO HEAL IT.

It was all right there, could she not hear it even now. For the sight of this land, was one of nothing other than glory. To all others, a wasteland, where no life grew, where there are no resources, no wealth, nothing to blunder, nothing to gain from taking it. The perfect place, to stage their wars, far away from wondering eyes, far away from anything that held any worth, but what of them. Where they not people, the same as all others, where they not, humans, the same as all others, who merely wished to carve an existence out for themselves, no matter what and yet, even something so small, simple, innocent was too much for them, that they had to burn this entire country down, murder the innocents, destroy everything around them, time and time again.

Yet for all the horror, all the nightmares, that bridge of peace that had been nothing more, than a hushed whisper between friends, on a cold night huddled around a fire, something so small and so impossible, was slowly taking shape, but they where no longer children, and this was no longer a mere dream, it was a vision, an idea, a plan, a world of peace, can be achieved, but not through the methods they had thought. There youthful nature and innocence, blinded them to the truth. The ninja world, never changed, it was cruel, with simple laws. Ninja did not talk, they did not form peace, they killed their enemies and forced those that remained, to bend to them and accept the victor terms.

THIS WAS THE NINJA WAY. SOMETHING THAT THEY HAD FORGOTTEN. TO TRY IT HIS WAY TO FIND A BETTER WAY TO GAIN PEACE. HAD COST THEM ALL, EVERYTHING. HE WOULD NEVER MAKE A MISTAKE AGAIN.

This village had been taken, Hanzo had died. He was a ninja was he not, he bent and twisted the rules and laws to please himself, while his own people, died in their thousands, believing him to be there saviour. He was no saviour, a monster who paid the price and all those who followed him, followed him to the darkness with him. No more of this, no more of any of this. No more kindness, no more mercy, no more holding back. He was done, limiting himself, denying himself, holding himself back, he had the power to change the world, he was going to change it. As he held out his hand, letting the rain fall into his palm, he could feel it all, sense it, every single person, the rain touched, he knew them, there grief, there sorrow, all that they were, this land had changed, but it would forever be the land of fallen tears, for all that they had lost.

“Keep your hand still.” As he kept, his other hand under her own, to guide it out into the rain, so that she could feel, what he felt. Sense what he sent, to let the rain, tell her about there home, there people and how. These falling tears, where not all sorrow, there where tears for those that had been lost, but also tears of joy, celebration and the one that caught his attention the most, hope. For that brighter tomorrow, for that world .. where none would ever hurt like they have hurt, a world free from pain, was a world worth fighting for.

“Just for the moment, it has changed. This land, is healing, because of us, but .. it is not enough.”

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IT'S 🐸 🐸 🐸 TIME FOR @succikko-nebulae !!!

Commission info ✨ || Ko-fi ☕️

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'Life goes on' Bitter is the truth, and potent is it today.

It makes her sick as she sits there and thinks. Mascara flicks over long lashes, the reflection in the mirror stares back. There's no life in these eyes. They stare with an emptiness and longing.

Life goes on yes, but part of her has stayed behind.

Putting the mascara back onto the desk, she sucks in a deep breath. And with a long exhale she can hear Yahiko take his last.

His life stopped years ago, yet each breath moves hers her forward. No matter how tight this sadness constricts her and threatens to take her breath away, the part still remains must go on.

That is the promise she made to him.

"'Life goes on'. And I think that is the saddest part. Happy birthday Yahiko...""