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lyquoritte · 2 months
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A ghost.
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lyquoritte · 6 days
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(Not) my body.
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lyquoritte · 5 months
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Dead.
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lyquoritte · 11 months
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Barbie Girl and Lollipop (Candyman) playing simultaneously in the background.
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lyquoritte · 4 months
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Christmas decoration for @BUBBLE91913's tree!
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lyquoritte · 7 months
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Unearthed.
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lyquoritte · 1 year
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For @obito-week​.
The day Sasuke sets foot back in the Uchiha Compound (he’s brave, not weak; he could have come back sooner, but the hospital staff wouldn’t let him, he tells himself), he walks past his family home, not sparing it a glance (he’s brave, brave, not weak) and heads straight for the Naka Shrine. He wants to pay his respects, to show his parents he survived, to tell them he’ll avenge them (he’s not weak, he can do it).
Instead, he cries for the first time since That Day. That’s alright, because he’s all alone, no one has to know. No one will see (ghosts aren’t real).
Except someone does (and they are).
Sasuke makes an unlikely friend.
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Obito wakes up after the rockfall, expecting the Pure Lands to greet him. Meeting his parents would be nice. Instead, he opens his eyes to an ornate ceiling, and quickly realises he can’t shirk his duty to the Clan, even in death.
It’s a lonely, pointless life as a priest when no one can see you, when the thing you are guarding can’t possibly escape the moon. It’s even lonelier when your Clan moves on without you, leaving behind a one-ghost ghost town.
Not long after, the sound of pitiful crying wakes him from his daze. He doesn’t expect those pitch black, watery eyes to settle on him.
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Bingo card below:
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lyquoritte · 3 months
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For @obito-week​.
It's through Hell that you carry yourself, a heavy weight not of burden, but of proof that things can change. That you're alive, against all odds.
You carry others, too. It's responsibility, it's love, it's hope. It's horror.
Nothing is as it should be. You're glad for that.
The person in front of you is a monster dear to your heart. There's a monster inside you. You're a monster yourself. You did the unthinkable.
A noble thought, a selfless act, breaking a promise, revenge.
After that, heading home. It has never been home. It can be, if you try.
The person in front of you is a ghost. You are a ghost. You are not the same person you were a year ago, a week ago, an hour ago. You're still you.
If you can show you're not a threat, if that person proves the same, then maybe you can walk together. Hesitation is a blade.
It's through Hell that that you walk, thinking Heaven is on the other side.
Isobu hopes something will be different. Rin cherishes a new chance, a new friend. Kakashi protects what's left of his heart. Obito finds himself among the pieces.
Heaven is four steps away.
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lyquoritte · 1 year
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Never leaving the house again.
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lyquoritte · 9 months
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Dead and Seek.
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lyquoritte · 6 months
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Six Fanarts challenge with people's suggestions on Twitter, but Halloween themed 🦇👻
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lyquoritte · 1 year
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Some shots of my part for the Children Record Reanimate.
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lyquoritte · 2 years
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Cupid’s arrow.
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lyquoritte · 1 year
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For @obito-week​.
He gets up early in the morning, quiet as a ghost not to wake up the rest of the house. He takes the long route to the usual training ground, avoiding as many people as he can; he's sure Konoha's elderly can manage just fine without him just for today. However, he does stop by Ichika-san's bakery to buy a little treat. She knows him already, so the candle is a gift, she insists against his attempts to add a few more coins onto the pile on the counter.
Other than that, he makes it just in time. He lights the candle with a flick of his fingers and sits down gracefully in front of the cold stone. It's been over a decade since the last of his overwhelming tragedies, but there is no way for him to forget. The scars on his heart run too deep for that. He remembers his throat gone sore, the destruction his grief brought, and he sometimes wishes to let himself go again, just for a little bit.
Instead, he uses this time to talk quietly, soft whispers drowned by the sounds of a windy morning. He talks endlessly, like he used to as a child. He talks about growth, about laughter, about greenery, about life. He talks until soft footsteps come to a stop by his side, and then he talks some more.
His family knows him well, better than anyone ever has. Louder voices have joined his quiet musings, and a new tale begins for him to share next year.
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lyquoritte · 1 year
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On his way to make this everyone's problem.
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lyquoritte · 1 year
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A heavenly meal.
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