#IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM THO!!!

[oh-no-its-bird]

HELPPP IM CRYING ACTUALLY IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM???? HONORED TBH????? I love these silly little guys SO much I'm losing my mind over here that u like them enough to write smthn so long ab it, omg don't look at me rn I'm crying

I never thought too much ab Haruka's voice before but tbh now what u described it that way that's just the Official Haruka Voice Take (tm) actually, that is how she sounds now

"I've got nothing better to do, I think she's funny and I want to reinforce her bad habits <3" is so fucking funny and so fucking accurate, this is exactly what is happening in the twins minds actually.

In my notes for their personalities in my notesapp, I just wrote "They're genuinley just the fucking WORST to deal with. Their "I'm going to cause problems on purpose" dials got cranked up to 10 and got stuck that way at birth" which I think sums it up nicely.

I've been writing silly small stuff for them lately to hoard jealously in my notesapp and I think Haru has a genuine mean streak while Hiro is a lot more bark than bite— but also Haru looks and talks a bit gentler while Hiro acts and sounds rougher, so they often give off the opposite impressions. Don't worry Hiro, your brother will do what you aren't strong enough to (crime)

There's all sorts of fun layers to it too, like, considering they're from a clan who tries to shelter it's children— but they're also from the infamously bloody warring states period, who had to bring up their children much quicker and rougher than modern. I think Hiro would have made a wonderful modern day shinobi while Haru is a good example of the inherent violence of the warring states, just buried under good cheer and playfulness. Mmmm phycology,,,

I love their little trio with Shiruka, they are besties and she's also their first real friend their age, while she's kind of but not quite an outcast in her own clan due to her parents poor standing. She's older sibling coded and so tired of their shit but also quietly, perpetually amused by it, which is probably part of why she sticks around. That, plus their clear undying loyalty towards anything and anyone considered "theirs"— a list she's made it on and does her best to reply in kind

They are holding hands and will continue to hold hands together till they inevitably die at ~19 for the good of the village, yippie !!!

At least they'll get to live on in the memory of Hiname,,

Just kidding she dies like 3 years later, whoops!

BUT YEAH THEM !!! I love them so much, I had way too much fun thinking ab just the ecosystem for young shinobi in early konoha.

I have so many more thoughts ab it all tbh, theres no doubt tons of things happening as so many different people and clans settle in to a new normal but I ofc have my focus

I think I accidentally created some sort of little mystery/conflict with my silly meme of Shiruka going "he wants to order break into my clan heirs house" while also stating that she and her family aren't currently in good standing with the Nara main family.

I wasn't thinking ab it too hard when I drew it but now I'm sat over here like "girl why are you helping Haru break into your clan heirs home when you're already most likley on their (or at least their parents) shit list?? Who is the clan heir and why does Haru want to break into their house?? What drama is this??"

I'll probably think harder about it later, I feel like there's potential there

I need to stop thinking so hard ab potential early konoha narrative things bc I refuse to be consumed by it and know I very much will give in to The Voices if I continue

I say that but I'm absoloutley going to continue to think ab them. Actually.

Ough,,, Wolves of the Woods my beloved,,, one day I'll write u,,, one day,,

That said I'm also enamored with Tetsuo as clan heir (someone get him out of there!!!) He's great at it but also really, really does not want the position.

I think when he was younger and Tobirama was visiting the clan, he point blank begged him to take the position— But Tobirama said no, he's a Senju through and through and he's proud to be second to his Anija. A week later, and Tetsuo officially got the title (and maybe cried about it but only just a little and only on the inside)

(Tetsuo is still nursing a tiny grudge over this, though it's lessened slightly since Sakumo's birth)

POV he's in an especially bitchy mood and Tobirama asks him something and he just kind of grumbles, "oh, I'm sorry, are you my clan heir?"

Queue ??????? from like half of those present

He's so cute tho I think he has my favorite design of all of them. He dresses the fanciest for sure— Haruka totally owns similar things (I think the half and half haori is super cute and I want it to be a clan staple) but only wears it on occasions where she needs to, while he's more traditional/conscious of himself and his position, so he dresses like that all the time. He's probably the guy they send to the capital whenever it's necessary and the clan heads presence isn't needed

Random early konoha oc fun fact no one asked for: I have a vague messy fic idea from months ago now that basically amounts to "the Hatake's die before Madara defects to the village, and Kabuto, in practicing Orochimaru's edo tensei in preparation for the final battle, revives them— then manages to lose them in transport before they wake up. Not knowing any better, they flock to Madara to help in his fight"

I love time travel I love drama I love horrible misunderstandings and family/clan drama !!!!!

Uhh take some notes from that:

ANYWAYS THANKS SO MUCH IM SO GLAD U LIKE THEM SORRY FOR MY WORD VOMIT I JUST GET SO EXCITED AB THEM I COULD EXPLODE WITH IT ACTUALLY

Silly, early Konoha lore and oc things drawn while thinking about this post

!!! early konoha my beloved !!! I have so many thoughts ab it, I want to write a fic that's just silly early Konoha things viewed from the perspective of the less important clan members and their everyday lives. I'm aware the audience for that is incredibly small but I have too much fun just thinking ab it to really care!

Ichigo remains the only naruto oc Ive ever actually written for (in one step three steps), tho Haruka has been mentioned in multiple fics of mine now just bc she fills the role of Tobirama + Hashirama's blood aunt that I needed to be filled in my "Kakashi interacts with Tobirama w the knowledge that they are directly related" fics, of which there are now multiple

but yeah, take some silly art and lore comics !! I had fun while making these and will now probably put all these ocs on a shelf where I will not touch them for some more months

[xxplastic-cubexx]

pov: you are charles xavier and you have been invited onto asteroid m

bonus:

[cheriboms]

[spite] has entered the chat >:P

[ibblescribbles]

TRASH 🚮 Speedpaint | Alt under cut:

[edenfire]

🌸🎀 "isn't this exciting, kageyama-kun?" 🎀🌸

he is looking at teru💘

I can't believe it took me this long to draw these two in their official maid outfits🥺💗💞

i would like to make this into a print, but I don't know if ppl would want it🤔 feel free to let me know your opinions!☺️🌸

[dizzybizz]

baguette but three different versions because i couldn't settle on one

i hate these losers so much did you know that they occupy a normal amount of my brainspace

a lil close-up on the faces bc i really like lynn's expression hereasgghsfafgafsghafadfghashsahgdf

[ghostofsnails]

so did you guys know theres this character called tristan vik disventure camp and

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY ITS THE SURGERY EPISODE BABY!!! ME AND THE HOMIES NEED SOME NEW FACES FOR OUR NEW PLAN, AND WHO BETTER TO GET THE JOB DONE THAN THE TWO MOST EVIL PEOPLE WE'VE EVER HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF HAVING OUR LIVES VIOLATED BY? I MEAN IT WOULD BE FUNNY. IT WOULD BE FUNNY.

[moeblob]

Happy Birthday to Ferdinand von Aegir!

I actually made 33 emotes, affectionately known as Aegirglyphics to some, for my own personal use on discord. However, I figure why not share some of them! They're free to use for discord servers/icons/pfps or whatever. However, my only request is Do NOT use them as subscriber emotes on Twitch. You can make them free follower emotes but you are not to make them locked behind a paywall.

[slamrink]

Nothing to see here just steph stealing glances of klay like he’s afraid he’s going to get caught 😃😃 (via namxsj on twitter )

[royaltea000]

[jttw oc] cursed to be an obligate carnivore, ate his entire family one particularly bad winter

[harbingersecho]

finally played thru the infamous if demo and had an excuse to make a goth guy. with Facepaint and a coontail and everything. so here's Dane aka Lacuna of Dead Rat Society

[haveihitanerve]

Maybe it’s no wonder I love the trope- adorable dork of a man who thinks she is the Sun and the sky and drools when he sees her, and a strong independent woman who is exasperated by him but still laughs at all his jokes and blushes at every compliment

I grew up with these two-

Mary “a lady needn’t fear when you are near”- “oh honestly Bert” Poppins

And

Bert “when Mary holds your hand you feel so grand, your heart starts beating like a big brass band” he never got a last name 

[rottengurlz]

"In the crooks of your body, I find my religion."

[koobiie]

redraw of some old art featuring my guys :3 old posts are here and here! also adding them below the cut

from 2019 -

from 2016 -

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the year passed by quickly, and sanemi found himself facing the start of yet another year as a hashira. he wasn’t sure where all the months had gone, nor what had even occurred this year, but it meant nothing to him, really. it was only another reminder that things hadn’t changed and sanemi was still trudging through the snow for another mission, even after promising he’d kill muzan by now. but, oh well, it didn’t matter.

the demons disintegrated and their blood which had previously drenched the snow had now dissipated into the air. sanemi’s still dripped to the ground, painting the blinding white into a glistening red. he paid no mind to it, ignoring his wounds in favor of sheathing his katana and making his way down the mountain.

the morning air was cold, the sun doing nothing but reflecting light into his eyes, but he didn’t bother buttoning his uniform. adrenaline still coursed through him from the aftermaths of his mission, and for the time being it warmed him up.

he wasn’t sure where he was going yet, as his feet stomped a steady path through the mushy ground. somehow, his legs decided their own route, and he found himself approaching two graves. they didn’t sit in a graveyard, rather, they were by a house—which stood unoccupied and trembling under the weight of the previous night’s snowstorm. sanemi vaguely recognized the place—it was one he’d gone to once before, and then never again. it had been right after becoming a hashira, and when he’d left, he’d turned his back to the graves and never looked back again.

which was why it came as shock to him that his feet had led him here, of all places. he could hardly remember how he’d gotten here, so the fact that his subconscious was so quick to directing him here stunned him. for a long moment, he simply stared at the graves. one of the names he didn’t recognize—besides the last name. but the second one was almost sacred on his lips, and he sunk to his knees before the grave.

he reached out a hand, tentatively, his finger tips grazing the name carved into the stone. it wasn’t too fancy, and it bore signs of the few years that had passed since the body was buried. but it seemed fitting, given how blurry sanemi’s memory had gotten of the boy.

he ducked his head down, a breath leaving him. his words were tangible in the air, but he didn’t see them, didn’t hear them, could only register everything he wanted to say.

“…happy new years, masachika,” he whispered. his hand left the gravestone, letting it fall to his lap. his uniform was waterproof, so he didn’t bother getting up, even as numbness settled into his legs from the cold nestling around him. instead, he gazed at the ground in front of the grave. it was empty, save for the snow that had fallen smoothly over it.

after a moment of internal debate, sanemi stood and scoured the grounds. there were hardly any blooming plants, but he managed to find some daffodils, plucking a couple. he returned to the graves, placing two on masachika’s brother’s grave. then he placed the remaining flowers on masachika’s, gently arranging them. sitting back, he sat properly, closing his eyes.

behind him, the sun rose. the snow glistened in the light, dripping from trees. sanemi paid it no mind, allowing the cool air to swarm around him, feeling the bits of warmth the sun rays provided against his back. his breath was steady, dispersing out in misty clouds.

masachika sat in front of him, fiddling with the flowers and thanking him with a wide smile. beside him was his brother, the young boy whom sanemi had never met. the two brothers stood and happily took sanemi into their arms, with masachika murmuring about how much he’d grown, and masachika’s brother wishing they had met.

despite that, sanemi didn’t acknowledge them. he didn’t see them, and his goodbye as he stood were to the flowers and the graves. even so, masachika waved, calling out to him as sanemi turned from the house not for the first time in his life.

“happy new years, sanemi!! i’ll see you again, one day!”