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Splatfest had nothing to do with Splatoon 2′s story.

(Have a template for this glorious Callie meme that was made by my friend and gave me permission to share.)

Available as prints at Redbubble.com:

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— A knight wishing to improve his skills. A warrior of ancient times sealed away for fear his power was too great. One wish was made, having the wish-granting comet reaching through the fabric of time and space to bring back this warrior of an unknown past. Unleashed from his crystal bonds and free to roam the galaxy once more; is this a mistake the Gamble Galaxy will have to pay for dearly? —

For full description, please see this image’s DeviantArt page: http://xarcahn.deviantart.com/art/A-Worthy-Opponent-673925941

Companion piece: https://xarcahn.tumblr.com/post/154539017647/available-as-prints-at-redbubblecom

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Technique: Digitally painted from scratch Tools: Photoshop CS4 and Wacom tablet Original resolution: 4352×6412 pixels Time taken: next time I’ll have a good time estimate, I swear -_-

Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

…….

-GIRLY SCREAMS-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NGGGHHHHGNHGNHGN

MHPHMPHMFPHFGPGMHMPGHMGPHM

-Gulp-

Cute lil giveaway ☄

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