#Naruto Shippuden The Will of Fire
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The Fifth put that cursed seal on Kakashi sensei.
#naruto shippuden#naruto#naruto shippuden the will of fire#kakashi#anime#kakashi hatake#hatake kakashi#tsunade#narutographic#my gif
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Naruto Shippuden The Will of Fire (5/8)
Gaara
previous: n. 4
next: n. 6
#gaara of the desert#sabaku no gaara#gaara#Naruto Shippuden The Will of Fire#naruto#kishimoto masashi#kishimoto#manga#anime
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Naruto Shippuden - Inheritors of the Will of Fire [Official Trailer]
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This is one of the Naturo films that I love. I like the fight sequences and the fact that Naturo and all his friends have an active part on it.
This story takes place between Asuma's passing and Pain.
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"Do you possess the Will of Fire, Itachi?"
I think it's more like the Will of Fire possessed him, but...
#naruto#itachi#naruto fanart#naruto shippuden#itachi uchiha#itachi naruto#itachi fanart#naruto art#uchiha itachi#hiruzen sarutobi#anti hiruzen#third hokage#will of fire#anti konoha
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isn't it crazy that sasuke chose to use chidori every single time naruto uses rasengan even though we know that wind beats lightning and uchiha's natural affinity is fire
#naruto#sasuke#naruto shippuden#narusasu#sasunaru#only wind can assist and magnify fire#naruto really said I can make him stronger#mochiajclayne.txt
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Do you know any mangas with good black representation ? Namely characters with black features because I feel it can be really tricky to implement them without seeming racist.
I think you can add black characters in manga without seeming racist!
Some manga with black rep would be
Hunter x Hunter (Canary)
JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure (Muhammad Avdol)
Michiko & Hatchin (Michiko is actually inspired by late black artist Aaliyah)
Cowboy Bebop (Coffee)
Bleach (Kaname Tōsen)
Soul Eater (Kiriku Rungu)
Naruto Shippuden (Karui Akimichi and Omoi)
Fire Force (Ogun Montgomery)
Afro Samurai (Afro Samurai)
Carole and Tuesday (Carole Stanley)
Honorable and very good mentions:
Attack on Titan (Onyankopon)
The Great Pretender (Dorothy)
Canon Busters (Created by a black man with black leads)
Witch Hat Atelier (Jujy)
Haikyuu!! (Aran Ojiro)
Sword Art Online (Agil)
Re-Main (Yutaka Babayaro Inomata)
And there are a few others too! I feel like anime and manga SHOULD add black characters without being racist or having weird and racist designs. I think anime and manga is moving in the right direction when it comes to black rep. And people should not be afraid to add characters like that. Many anime fans are black and love to see themselves!
Also a good account that posts black rep and dark skin rep would be @Blackanimechar on twitter (they haven’t posted since 2022) but it’s still good to look at
I believe the more diverse an anime is the better!
#hunter x hunter#canary hunter x hunter#canary#jojos bizarre adventure#muhammad avdol#avdol jojos bizarre adventure#michiko to hatchin#michiko malandro#cowboy bebop#coffee#coffee cowboy bebop#bleach#kaname tosen#soul eater#kiriko rungu#naruto#naruto shippuden#karui akimichi#omoi#omoi naruto#fire force#ogun montgomery#afro samurai#carole and tuesday#carole stanley#black representation#anime#manga#black tumblr
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About Shisui Uchiha
just some shower thoughts i had about him. this is very headcanon heavy and rather vague at times.
tw for talks about suicide, manipulation, trauma, abuse, etc
tagging: @uchihaharlot @pxssy-stuntin-for-itxchi @lalalover33-blog @burning-bubble @naruto-scribblings-j
Unlike Itachi, who was born during the last year of the great Shinobi war, it is safe to say that Shisui was born while it was still going on. So naturally, he was exposed to the worst side humanity had to offer, most likely traumatizing him in the process.
His mother is never mentioned, so I assume she must have died during his birth or in his early childhood. His father, most likely ravaged by illness before he even entered the battlefield, lost his left leg, leaving him with phantom pains and high medical bills. As a born shinobi, Shisui’s father lacked the funds and education to pursue any other path of career, leaving his child as the only breadwinner of his family. Shisui probably had to spend his entire childhood and youth slaving away just to keep his father and himself afloat. Additionally, he took care of a terminally i’ll man who didn’t even remember his son’s name. Of course, this would lead to Shisui being very perceptive of the psychology of the ones around him, how else could he search for a sign of his father’s state health changing?
Shisui often spent time wondering what it’s like to have a family, a family in which he is allowed to be what he is: a child. Someone who is cared for, someone who is looked after. Despite being an Uchiha, his relation to Kagami Uchiha - the Uchiha allied with Tobirama, the very person planting the seed for all the discrimination the Uchiha would face, up to a point of their genocide, would probably lead him to feel ostracized within his own clan. And like everyone of us, he is trying to find the balance between individuality and belonging - the latter being the one he lacked. His abilities as an Uchiha become a defining factor of identity for him, leading to him being willing to let a comrade via withholding aid - just on the basis of that comrade potentially being stronger than him. Once his comrade dies, the young Uchiha is ravaged by feelings of guilt, by the awareness that the blood of his friend is on his hand.
But nevertheless, he is blessed with a new Uchiha ability - the mangekyou sharingan. His entire life he had to enter a role he didn’t want to be in, robbing him of memories he could have had. So what better mangekyou ability to have than the one that alters memories, and, in extension, alters your role in the world?
Shisui’s resentment against his Uchiha identity starts bubbling up inside him again, and being a shinobi who frequents B- or even A-Rank missions as a literal teenager (how else would you pay for your father’s medical debt as a shinobi, eh?) he was closer to the village from the start. Hailed as the strong and talented Uchiha boy, taking on missions to serve his village, behind the facade a broken kid forced to grow up way too quickly. His first serious doubts begin when he is forced to kill Mukai Kohinata, a direct reflection of Shisui, just the other way around: a father wanting nothing but funds to care for his dying child.
Things don’t get better when the tension between the village and the Uchiha rise. His own brethren or the collective - who will you support? Getting into Shisui’s mind and twisting his perception of what’s right is an easy game for Danzo, almost too easy. A civil war breaking out in Konoha would be a repetition of his initial trauma - the one thing Shisui wants to prevent the most. Shisui starts feeling conflicted, until he finally stumbles upon THE miracle solution: forcefully keeping up the status quo by manipulating the leader of the revolution - an unpleasant reality, but better than the Uchiha clan’s extermination or a civil war breaking out, right? To Shisui, atleast. And honestly, who could blame him? As a ninja who graduated young, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he lacks the methodical and critical thinking outside of the parameters of violence and manipulation he is used to from Danzo and the shinobi world.
And then it happens. He agrees to suppress the revolution of his own ethnic group just for the sake of keeping up a false sense of peace, and suddenly, his co conspirators, the man that is supposed to be guarding him, leading him, suddenly abandons him and steals his eye? Shisui’s entire identity as the Uchiha boy from Konoha collapses and he doesn’t know what to think or believe anymore. In his last moments, he becomes aware of the utter pointlessness of the killing and the brutality of the shinobi system, the sheer feeling of powerless overwhelming him. At this point, death seems like a sweeter option than continuing to live powerlessly in such a system.
Shisui is a skilled ninja, but not always in contact with his emotions. Therapy is a rarity in the leaf, with even the counselors themselves not being able to give advise outside of the parameters of what’s “acceptable” in the hidden leaf.
So, what better way to hide your agony than behind a -albeit manufactured- goofy smile?
#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto headcanons#naruto scenarios#naruto imagines#naruto fanfiction#shisui#shisui headcanons#shisui uchiha#anti shinobi system#anti hiruzen#anti danzo#anti tobirama#anti will of fire#anti konoha#naruto meta
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this pride month i would like to challenge the naruto fanbase to create more yuri. branch out, try new things. invent yuri pairings that make no sense. genderbend one half of a canon ship. make wholesome yuri, make toxic yuri, make yuri that cannot be defined by a simple overly broad categorization, whatever. just. some love for the ladies. from the other ladies. please
#naruto#naruto shippuden#yuri#if there isn't at least one mildly to deeply unhealthy lesbian sasu/saku in my life before july you're all fired#what's even the point#i don't like romance very much but that is neither here nor there
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Starting off the year with some Kakashi appreciation
#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto series#naruto fandom#shinobi#ninja#konoha#hidden leaf village#konohagakure#kakashi hatake#will of fire#hatake kakashi#manga#village hidden in the leaves#kakashi sensei#favourite characters#kakashi senpai#manga icons#team 7 naruto#team seven#team 7#team kakashi#hatake#hatake clan#kakashi hatake icons#sharingan
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<-Sasuke vs Lord Orochimaru->
#orochimaru#sasuke uchiha#naruto#naruto the classic series#naruto chiquito#aesthetic#my own post#art#anime#2000s internet#gif#my gif#fight sequence#boss fight#anime fight#battle#villain#konohagakure#death forest#chunin exam#anime nostalgia#fire#fire based attacks#i loooove when orochimaru goes full speed and then goes crazy like a snake it looks so coool#he is my fave character in storm connections and naruto shippuden ultimate ninja 5 for the ps2
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thinking about how i fell in love with him in 2006 and how he captivated me with basically one eye and like 25% of his face like wtf
#naruto#naruto shippuden the will of fire#naruto shippuden#kakashi#kakashi hatake#hatake kakashi#anime#my gif
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Naruto Shippuden The Will of Fire (1/8)
Eating together
next: n. 2
#rock lee#lee#konoha's beautiful green wild beast#splendid ninja#neji#hyuuga neji#shino#aburame shino#kiba#inuzuka kiba#tenten#hinata#hyuuga hinata#hyuga hinata#shikamaru#nara shikamaru#ino#yamanaka ino#uzumaki naruto#choji#akimichi choji#Naruto Shippuden The Will of Fire#naruto#kishimoto masashi#kishimoto#manga#anime
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"Who's Hotter?" Pride Month Event Fanon LGBTQ+ Characters
#rumi usagiyama#mirko#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#sir integra#hellsing ultimate#hellsing#aokiji#kuzan#one piece#yoruichi shihouin#bleach#casca berserk#casca#berserk#ogun montgomery#fire force#coffee#cowboy bebop#karui#naruto shippuden#naruto#minor poll#pride month#lgbtq#anime#polls#anime poll#whoishotteranimepolls
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Posting the rest of the creation freaks i've made as a follow up to my previous post GUH (including a repost of the lil moomin Higuruma creature-) My interests are quite bizzare in retrospect (ignore the names-)
#one piece#dragon ball#dbz#OP#naruto shippuden#submas#pokemon#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#rock lee#jjk#higuruma hiromi#luffy#monkey d luffy#future trunks#fire force#arthur boyle
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ok this one doesn't get a chapter title. I've spent a lot of time writing and re-writing this because of how much of it is from what I've experienced. but. it needs to happen. so imma js post it tbh.
14/20
You try not to go into his room. It’s still his room, though he’s been gone long enough for the world to expect you to call it something else. A storage space. A guest room. Anything but what it is—a shrine.
The mere thought of it used to paralyze you—the weight of what you’d see, of what you’d feel, too unbearable to entertain. But now, standing here in the doorway, you realize you didn’t choose this moment. It chose you, dragging you here on legs that don’t feel like yours, under a weight that has sat on your chest for days, weeks, months.
The door creaks when you push it open, and the sound slices through the silence like something alive. You flinch, but you don’t stop. Your breath comes shallow and fast as if your body already knows what your heart refuses to acknowledge: you’re not ready for this.
The room is the same as the day he left it. The air smells stale, untouched, yet faint traces of him linger like a ghost you can’t exorcise. That warm, earthy cologne he always used, the one you told him made him smell like sunlight. You breathe it in too deeply, and it punches through your lungs like a blade. Your heart clenches at the familiarity, at the cruel way it pulls you back to a time when he was still here, still laughing, still alive.
You step inside, each movement tentative, like the floor might crack open beneath your weight. The bed is unmade, the sheets twisted and pushed aside in a way that’s so him it hurts. He always hated making the bed. "What’s the point?" he used to say, grinning in that lopsided way that made you want to laugh and scream at the same time. The comforter is bunched at the corner where he kicked it off the last time he slept here. His shirt is draped over the chair in the corner, a crumpled thing that looks like him—slumped, careless, perfect. And the sneakers. You hate the sneakers. He left them by the door, one lying on its side like he rushed out, like he planned to come back.
Your knees buckle, and you sit down heavily on the edge of the mattress. The fabric is cold under your fingertips, no longer carrying the warmth of him. You press your hands into the sheets, gripping them as if they might anchor you, but all they do is remind you of the emptiness that’s replaced him.
Your eyes wander without permission, catching on the little things that used to be invisible in the background of your life. The sneakers by the door, one tipped over, the laces undone. There’s a mug on the desk, dried tea leaves clinging to the edges like a relic. You pick it up because you can’t help yourself, the ceramic warm in your memory though cold now, the handle shaped to fit his hand. You clutch it so tightly your fingers ache. If you let go, it will shatter. If you don’t, you will.
A jacket draped over the chair in the corner, sleeves dangling lifelessly. Each item feels like a tiny wound, slicing into you in ways you didn’t know were possible.
There’s a photo on the desk. You almost don’t want to look at it, but your gaze is drawn to it like a magnet. It’s the two of you, grinning, arms slung over each other’s shoulders like the world could never touch you. The frame is crooked, leaning slightly against a stack of books he never got around to reading. Your throat tightens, and your vision blurs as tears rise unbidden.
You feel them spilling down your cheeks, hot and relentless, like a dam has finally broken. You try to wipe them away, but it’s useless. They just keep coming, each drop carving a path down your face, each sob ripping through your chest like shards of glass.
The grief is suffocating, pressing down on you like a weight you can’t escape. It’s in the air, thick and cloying, sticking to your skin and filling your lungs until you can’t breathe. It’s in your head, a constant hum of what-ifs and should-haves that won’t leave you alone. It’s in your heart, a jagged, bleeding thing that refuses to heal.
You clutch the photo to your chest, curling into yourself like you can fold away the pain. But it doesn’t work. Nothing works. He’s everywhere in this room. In the things he left behind, in the silence that’s too loud, in the memories that play on a loop in your mind.
You remember the way he used to sit at that desk, scribbling notes or sketching ideas he’d never finish. The way he’d hum under his breath, always a little off-key but somehow perfect. The way he’d glance up at you, his eyes soft and full of something you didn’t realize you’d miss until it was gone.
You can almost hear his voice, the teasing lilt of it as he’d call your name, the warmth of it wrapping around you like a hug. You can almost feel his hand brushing against yours, a casual touch that felt anything but casual. You can almost see him, standing in the doorway with that smile that made the world seem brighter.
But it’s all in your head. He’s gone, and no amount of wishing will bring him back.
The tears slow eventually, leaving you feeling hollow and raw. Your chest aches, and your head pounds, but you don’t move. You can’t. The thought of leaving this room feels impossible, like walking away would mean letting him go for good.
Your fingers brush against the comforter, tracing the patterns he used to complain about. “Too busy,” he’d said, but he kept it anyway because it was your choice, and he always let you have your way in the end.
A shaky breath escapes you as you lean forward, resting your head in your hands. The grief is quieter now, but it’s no less sharp. It cuts through you in waves, each one leaving you more worn down than the last.
You think about all the things you’ll never get to say to him. All the moments you’ll never share. All the times you’ll have to face the world without him by your side.
The room is a graveyard of what once was, each object a headstone for a memory you can’t let go of. You want to gather them all up, to keep them close so you won’t forget, but you know that’s impossible. The memories will fade, no matter how tightly you hold on.
And that terrifies you.
You don’t know how long you sit there, lost in the ache of what you’ve lost. Time seems meaningless, stretching and twisting until it feels like you’ve been there forever.
Eventually, your body moves on its own, your fingers reaching out to touch the photo again. You trace his face with trembling hands, as if you can somehow bring him back to life through sheer willpower. But the glass is cold under your fingertips, a harsh reminder of the distance between you.
He’s everywhere, and he’s nowhere.
The room feels like it’s closing in on you, the walls pressing closer, the air growing heavier. You stand abruptly, the motion making your head spin. You stumble toward the door, your legs shaky and unsteady.
You pause in the doorway, glancing back one last time. The room looks the same, but it feels different now. Or maybe you’re the one who’s different.
As you step into the hallway, the air feels cooler, lighter, but it doesn’t help. The weight of him follows you, clinging to your skin, your mind, your heart.
You don’t look back. You can’t.
Because if you do, you know you’ll never leave.
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
#naruto#suriki writes#naruto x reader#naruto shippuden#suriki#naruto uzumaki x reader#angst#jjk#suriki's masterlist#jjk x reader#jjk angst#gojo x you#geto x reader#one piece x reader#one piece#zoro#sanji#luffy#ace#fire fist ace#ace x reader#hahahahahahahahaha trauma makes the best muse ammirght
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Anime waifus around their crush😹👑🔥
#spy x family#yor forger#charlotte roselei#black clover#boa hancock#one piece#hinata hyuga#naruto shippuden#hibana#princess hibana#fire force#loid forger#loid x yor#twiyor#yami sukehiro#yami x charlotte#yamichar#monkey d. luffy#luffy#luffy x hancock#naruto#naruto x hinata#shinra kusakabe#shinra x hibana
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