#and they naruto run everywhere they go

[1-nexomon-a-day]

Day 89-Rapilux

[faerociousbeast]

it IS insane actually. if youve watched the first episodes with me, you know why it was so important naruto didnt wear his makeup while he was getting his photo taken? bc if he ever went rogue they use those photos to identify them. 12 year old sasukes class photo was in a bingo book

[iluvangel]

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┊ .˚ 🍥 ༘┊͙ Naruto guys kinks ; ‘🥛 „ ↴

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A-Z order

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ASUMA

Strip go ! : like strip poker but go, because that’s the game he’s always playing, every time one of you lose, the loser has to strip

Burning : he would enjoy marking you with the tip of his hot cigarette and pouring hot wax on ur soft exposed skin

Blowing the smoke from his mouth into his partners

DEIDARA

Creampie : “it’s like an explosion into your body!” He wouldn’t enjoy hurting you so his normal explosions wouldn’t be a bedroom thing; so this would be the next best thing in his eyes

Loud sex : he himself is a very loud person so whether it’s you loudly moaning and screaming or him it would get him off everytime

GAARA

Graphiocrotica : you drawing on him would be the biggest turn on for him every time whether it’s you just running ur fingers on his skin making random shapes, or using a pen, marker, or even paint. Full on leaving each shape and word on his body

Praising : not extreme praising like complimenting him on how his body moves in you that would embarrass him but calling him a good boy or even your good boy would be a need for him

HIDAN

Blood play : blood is literally his thing it’s obvious it would be a kind of his

Knife play : another thing to draw blood from you, or even the fear in his eyes and wonder if he will cut you or if he’s just dragging the blade along your exposed skin

ITACHI

Praising : as the respectful person he is praising you and letting you know your doing a good job would be his favorite thing to do “don’t stop your making me feel so good” “your doing amazing” “good girl”

Being blindfolded : the thrill of feeling you touch his body not knowing where he’s going to feel you next

KAKASHI

Exhibitonism : having sex or playing with you in public places, not public to the point where he’s fucking you in the middle of the road but public like in alleys or in the forest during/after missions. Places that people could walk in on the two of you

Marking : he would love leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your body, small ones on your neck for people to see when their talking to you, and bigger ones where only the two of you can see “these are our little secrets”

KIBA

Acarophilia : scratching, him scratching you is his biggest turn on, but when it’s you scratching him it makes his soul leave his body

Marking : unlike Kakashi Kiba would be more open about where he leaves hickeys and bites on you, your neck would always have two big hickeys on each side of your neck accompanied by little ones that lead down to your collar bone, and bite marks everywhere and anywhere, he thinks would look pretty

NARUTO

Praising : he would love any and every praise you give him weather it’s telling how good he’s doing, complimenting how he moves or even simply telling him how amazing he is

Sleeping with it inside you : need I say more?

NEJI

Sexual arousal from intellectual conversations : you debating with him whether you win or lose the fact your smart enough to hold your own would turn him on or even just you talking about something you know a lot about

Bondage : having control over whether your body can move or not

OBITO

Being tied up : if he’s in his playful tobi mood it would bring him such thrill being tied and bound, whether it’s his arms and ankles or just cuffs on his wrists it would turn him on

Discipline : if he’s in his more serious mode he would get off on punishing you, spanking you or simply degrading you would be his favorite thing

SASORI

Toys : he loves to make things that’s just his thing, but seeing the way you move and wiggle when they’re inside you would be his favorite sight

Double penetration : him in one hole and his puppets or toys in the other with you sandwiched in the middle

SHIKAMARU

You telling him what to do and bossing him around

Degrading : he would love to tell you how pathetic you are and what a little slut you are for him (knowing damn well you have full control over him and his body)

YAHIKO (PAIN)

Edging/orgasm control : he wants to tell you when you can and can’t cum, he wants to hear your cry’s and whimpers as you beg him to not stop

Degrading : just like Shikimaru he would love to tell you what a pathetic little slut you are, and how you’re such a whore for him

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[skyahri]

Unplanned |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, and Kakashi Hatake

Summary: Pregnancy scenarios 'cause I can.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy. Bad words. All fluff.

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Sasuke Uchiha

He isn't the kind of guy to outwardly dote on you.

He's never been good with words or physical touch, more so preferring quality time together. You sleep in the same bed, eat meals together when it's convenient, and lounge around together when time allows.

When you come home from a last minute doctor's appointment with some big news, none of that really changes.

He assures you that he's happy, that he loves you, and this is all wonderful, but that's about all you're going to get out the emotionally constipated man.

However, while words may not be his strong suit, actions certainly are.

It's become painfully obvious that you are never allowed to go anywhere alone ever again.

He's like a shadow, following you everywhere and anywhere you decide to go. It doesn't matter that you're just running to the market- he's coming with. Ino invited the girls over for a dinner party? Cool, he'll walk you there, hang around in the shadows outside, then walk you home.

When questioned, Sasuke only says that he doesn't trust other people. Already knowing how he is, you don't push him any further. (Not that he'd entertain you if you did.)

People notice pretty quickly. He's not subtle and it's not exactly common for the Uchiha to be so openly clingy.

You wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret for a little while longer. You knew that his status would make the whole thing bigger than you'd like and it was still so early, only about eight weeks in. But people were becoming more and more insistent with their questions.

"Seriously, did something happen? He's been watching you like a Hawk for the past month."

"It was cute at first, but now it's straight up creepy."

Sakura and Ino dramatically shiver at the notion. You laugh, imagining how unsettling this all must look from the outside.

"It's fine, I promise. He's just been a little overprotective since he found out I was pregnant."

They don't register it at first. They just nod in understanding and move to sip their tea. You can almost see it click in their heads before they slam down their cups and start freaking out.

"Wait, WHAT?"

Naruto Uzumaki

"Congratulations! Based on the ultrasound, I'd say you're about five weeks along. It's still early, but you can see a tiny sac right here-"

Your mind is going a thousand miles a minute, thinking of everything and nothing as the doctor points out the tiny, centimeter-long blob in the picture.

Naruto had been bugging you for the past three weeks about a smell. He swears it's nothing bad, just that Kurama is insisting that your scent has changed and- blah, blah, blah. You never could get any more information out of him, which just left you to eventually cave and visit the doctor. Animals have instincts for a reason and who were you to ignore them?

Turns out, that damn fox was right.

After a half-hour lecture on what you can and can't do anymore, you were handed a goodie bag of essentials and sent on your way.

You barely remember the walk home. Your mind was completely blank as it tried to process the news. It wasn't until Naruto was standing in front of you in the doorway to your home that you finally snapped out of the trance.

You stared up at him. His eyebrows were knit together and he was asking if everything was alright. He pulled everything out of your hands and not-so-gently set them on the floor.

"I'm pregnant."

His eyes blew wide and not even a second later he was smiling, pulling you into him and spinning you around. It's over just as quickly as it started. He's setting you back down on your feet and looking you over, mumbling a few hollow apologies for manhandling you. He takes a deep breath, that lopsided grin on his face never leaving.

"You're pregnant."

Just those two words have all the fog clearing from your head. Reality is forced onto you in an instant. In any other situation, it might have made you dizzy, but right now you couldn't be happier.

"I'm pregnant."

Shikamaru Nara

He really should've seen this coming.

Honestly, with how careless he is with protection, it's a wonder how you hadn't gotten pregnant sooner. A year and some change of not bothering with condoms and lazy, half-assed pullouts had finally come to bite him in the ass.

Although he knows this is all going to be horrifically bothersome, he can't find it in himself to be all that bothered. No, not when you're standing in front of him so nervously, little tears gathering on your waterline as you hold out a slip of paper for him to take.

He pulls you into a hug- a very tight, very intimate hug. One of his hands is on your lower back, pressing you into him, and the other is in your hair to cup the back of your head. He can feel the stress start to melt from your body as you relax into him, your arms moving to loosely hold him back.

"I'm sorry. I know this wasn't exactly planned..."

It definitely wasn't planned. He didn't like to think about things too hard. The only talk about the future he'd engaged in was a brief confirmation that you were both interested in pursuing each other exclusively and that neither were against marriage and kids.

But even though this was sudden and unprompted and definitely not what he was expecting when you asked to talk with him privately, he just couldn't find it in himself to be anything other than pleased. Sure, he would've liked to wait a few years and it preferably be after he'd properly proposed and married you, but none of that is deterring him.

He loved you. He didn't say it as often as he probably should, but that didn't make it any less true. You were easygoing and passive and fit into his life with no resistance. His friends liked you, possibly more than they did him. You liked to cook and he never had to worry about you causing trouble.

This was fine.

Not troublesome in the least.

"No, this is... good."

Kakashi Hatake

He was positive he was sterile. He'd have to be after all the injuries and trauma he's sustained, right? Four years and not a single scare, yet here you were, apparently three months pregnant, handing him a report from the OB's office.

He couldn't even form a sentence. He just sighed and sat back onto the couch with his eyes closed. It's only eight in the morning, it's too early for this, not that there'd ever be a great time.

"I knew you weren't going to be thrilled, but now I'm starting to get nervous. Can you please say something?"

He held his arm up and gestured for you to come towards him. When he could feel you brush against him, he grabbed your wrist and carefully yanked you onto his lap. You let out a relieved, albeit hesitant, chuckle as he slowly wrapped himself around you, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while until he let out the loudest, most dramatic groan you'd ever heard leave his mouth, followed by a mumbled 'are you sure?', to which you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure. Here, you can see for yourself."

You unfold the paper and pulled out a few pictures. He shifts you around so you're at a better angle before he takes them into his hands. It's obvious that he has no idea what he's looking at- just that the blob is already baby-shaped and very, very intimidating.

You point out some of the obvious things, the head and feet and such, before moving down to the very last photo at the bottom.

"And that little spot right there means that we're having a boy."

"I thought they couldn't tell the gender until later."

"It is later, Kashi. Fourteen weeks."

He lets you take the pictures from him so he can set his hand on your stomach. You'd mentioned gaining a little weight recently, which he honestly hadn't noticed, but now he's wondering how he could've missed it as he brushes his fingers over the slightest most obvious bump in your usually flat stomach.

He must've been zoned out for too long, because you're calling his name and setting your hand over his. He hums, a slight acknowledgment that he's heard you, but you know he's not actually listening.

He's too busy thinking about diapers and bottles and late nights and early mornings. How his son is going to be in the same class as his student's kids. How Gai is going to be a hundred times more annoying in the coming years.

But then a single thought completely derails his spiraling. He wonders what your baby will look like. If he'll be a morning person like you or like to take naps like him. If they'll accel in genjutsu or not, because while he certainly does, you most certainly don't.

He's spent time with Kurenai and Mirai. While raising a person definitely seemed difficult, he couldn't deny that Kurenai was happy. Actually, despite Asuma's untimely death, she's the happiest he'd ever seen her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just... thinking about how annoying it'll be to tell everyone we're expecting."

"Seemed more like panicking to me."

"... shut up."

[kurokawaia]

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Hatake Kakashi X Fem!Reader

WC; 2.1k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, overstimulatiom, coming on tits and in mouth, oral -> male reciveing, teasing, edging + more

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) I saw the itachi nsfw alphabet and I was like Noway! You writ for naruto? Oh can you write one for kakashi? - ANON

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A = Aftercare

Would 100% place soft kisses around your neck and your cheeks as you fall asleep against him. In the morning or when he and you wake up I feel he would run a warm bath for the two of you with special oils and soaps. Probably would turn into him gently and caringly fingering your cunt as you squirm against him and pant his name softly while you grip your hands into his arms. OR, the two of you wouldn't even be bothered to move, your limbs entangled with each other as you fall asleep

B = Body part (his favourite about himself and you)

(His) Kakashi favourite body part about himself would probably be his arms because he loves wrapping them around you, especially wrapping them underneath your boobs, loves your boobs. Loves his chest, and loves it when you trail down kisses to give him head.

(Yours) Kakashi's favourite body part from you is your boobs. He loves everything about your body of course but he specifically loves your tits. Loves it when you don't have a bra and he can wrap his arms around you so he can rub your perk nipples in between his rough fingers. Or he loves your ass, loves watching it move due to his thrusts, loves to grip it, to sleep on it, you name it.

C = Cum

Loves to cum on your chest. After he does he loves seeing your fucked out face and he continues to smear it everywhere while groping your breasts overstimming you in pleasure just get's him going. Loves coming in your mouth as well, loves to see your throat stretching from him and asking you to stick out your tongue to see his cum spread all over your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret

Really wants to fuck your tits. Wants you to be either laying down or on your knees as he squishes your plush tits together and pushes his thick dick through them and thrusts to get off. Loves to see that you are even getting pleasure from him fucking your tits, your head thrown back and whimpers leaving your pretty little mouth. Maybe even wearing some lingerie thigh highs to top it off would just make him so needy for you.

E = Experience

Everyone thinks this man is so experience, however, I dont think so. Maybe he's had one or two fucks but I doubt that this depressed asf man would've fucked any one in his teens. Did most the fucking in his adult years. Only has experience from his dirty smut books I suppose. But Kakashi radiates that even if you WERE to fuck him as a virgin, this man would know what he's doing.

F = Favourite Postion

I'm going to say prone bone position, or even just missionary mostly doggy though. Loves to prop you up with a pillow underneath your lower abdomen as you lay on your stomach, holding your waist and thrusting deeply into you, loves the way you let out a whimpered scream into the bed sheets and your dainty hands gripping the comforter wishing that you would be scratching his back and arms, but he'll save that for later. Loves doing doggy bc he can lean down over you and whisper filthy things into your ear while still feeling your ass ripple against his thrusts. Also loves to grope your boobs, lick and squeeze them in this position. Missionary is self-explanatory, loves to see your fucked out face making his ego grow.

G = Goofy

Loves to make random remarks during sex but on the other hand, he is serious other than his evident teasing in his playful voice. Loves to know he can make you dumb on his cock and fingers just from his words. He finds sex intimate so don't expect him to say anything that isn't teasing to often

H = Hair

I'm gonna say he's more on the clean-shaven side like he trims often only because I feel like he doesn't seem like the type to not trim or shave, he seems like a clean person. I have a feeling he's probably scared of having a lot of hair down there 😭, don't ask me why., he likes to feel and be clean. His pubic hair probably isn't that noticeable anyways because it's a pale white.

I = Intimacy

Leaning to the romantic side although when he's rough he still is romantic in his own ways, his teasing shows how much he loves you. Loves to tease as he makes his way down your face to neck down to your cut with tongued kisses, his body towering towering over your significantly tinier body. Loves it when you have to bite down onto his shoulder and when you're on top leaving the same amount of hickies as he does.

J = Jack off

Definitely jacks off when you're not around and he needs you so badly. When he's on a trip for a soccer game and you aren't allowed to come he definitely masturbates more than a few times because he misses you so much

K = Kink/s

Kakashi's kinks have to be overstimulation, edging, and teasing (teasing you). Overstimulating you when he's giving you oral is one of his favourite things to do with you, continuing to finger your clenching hole as you squirm to get away from him but it feels so good at the same time and the tears coming from your eyes at the pleasure makes him feel so good making him want to tease the fuck out of you. Edging you when you came home so needy and horny for Kakashi only for him to stop thrusting into you or slowing down just makes you whine for him making chuckles leave his mouth continues to tease you with his egotistic words and slowly moving again with slow kisses and thrust.

L = Location

I'm going to say either the classic bedroom or even in the aftercare part when he wants to fuck you in the bath. He just loves to have you in a space where you can't squirm away from him and wants to have your body pressed tightly against his. So any place which gives him the most access to be skin-to-skin with you would be his favourite. If you're on a mission with him he would fuck you in a forest or an inn.

The hokage office is looking real nice though

M = Motivation

Anything. Or seeing your nipples poke through a shirt or you not wearing any pants.

N = No

Wouldn't publicly fuck you, like in an alleyway, he wouldn't do it on a train or anything very open like that. Kakashi thinks that romantic and sexual things should be for his eyes only and not for any perverts.

O = Oral

Prefers to receive. Doesn't mean he don't enjoy munching on your own cunt though, he absolutely love eating out your soaked cunt but he just rather your tight mouth try to fit his length without gagging. Loves coming down your throat and making you open your plump lips to make sure that you swallowed all his seed. Kakashi loves the way you make sure to trace every vein on his dick before taking him whole in your mouth and the muffled gags and gasps you make on his dick causing you to grip his thighs just makes him want to cum down your tight little throat more.

P = Pace

His pace really depends on his mood. But he's more into the rougher side of sex. He doesn't mind going all romantic and slow with you, he usually does what you ask his to do. If you want it gentle, you'll get it gentle. You want it rough? you'll get it rough.

Q = Quickie

Isn't a big fan of them because he would rather worship every square inch of your body than just a quick fuck. If he's late or you are late and you both are needy for each other then he will gladly have sex with you no questions asked. He would rather hear your moans for longer though. He would love to have an audio recording of your moans. He just loves how you sound and wants to relish in all of you.

R = Risk

Would make you walk around with no underwear on.

S = Stamina

Bro holds the status of Hokage, that's self explanatory. He can go all day and night with his stamina. He'd get so lost within your cunt, like he would spend hours in you and pleasuring you and him, filling you up. Though, he knows you don't have his stamina so you'd have to stop after 3-5 rounds bc you'd pass out on him :D

T = Toys

No. Wouldn't be opposed to having a pretty clit vibrator for you, aghhhhh overstimming you on his cock and having the vibrations flow through on his dick with make him go feral.

U = Unfair

He isn't the kindest person during sex regarding when you get to cum. Overstimulates you, edges you. He finds it entertaining how you beg and beg for him for a release or for him to stop and slow down. If he's teasing you he makes sure to slowly thrust in and out of you until your are practically crying and screaming for Kakaahi to please you how you wanna be pleased. Every time you chant his name his ego gets boosted. Loves to see you in the palms of his hands.

V = Volume

I'm going to say he's not loud but he's not quick, doesn't matter anyways because you're probably not going to hear him with the way he's fucking you. He definitely groans and moans louder when he's getting close to his release. Groans into your pussy when he hears you moan, he just loves getting you off knowing that he's the only one to make you feel like this.

W = Wild?

Recreating the smut scenes in the books he reads is a given. He would recreate all of those with you. He fucks wild and tame at the same time, well mostly tame. But the things he says with either praising, degrading, or teasing you are wild. he fucks to the bridge of the 'tame fucking', so he's basically fucking you wild as well but he says he doesn't

X = X-ray

Kakashi is the definition of having a long and thick dick oml. Probably a solid 6-7 inches when soft and 8 inches when hard, his dick is definitely heavy along with his balls. His shaft is a shade darker than his pale skin, so still pretty pale. His tip is a darker shade of pink, not a pale pink but a deep pink as the shade of his lips.

Y = Yearning

Wants you all the time. Can't wait until he has you crying on his cock and. He reads smut in his time all day every day (like me 🧍🏼‍♀️)

Z = Zzzz

Falls asleep last, and makes sure that his princess is asleep and comfortable before him. Loves to have you flush against him when the two of you are falling asleep. He already has a warm wet rag that he uses to gently clean up the mess between your thighs and chest

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[fangirl-dot-com]

what does mitch look like? like does she have a face claim?! and vito?? (i couldn’t tell which one was which in imola)

ok so here we go! - thank you to whoever asked for this!!

this was a tag worthy post I believe :)

face claim - Amal Clooney

Meet Michelle "Mitch" Walker - Y/n L/n's race engineer

She has been at Red Bull since 2020, but was an actual engineer for the cars. She graduated with a Masters in Engineering and interned under Adrian Newey. She is currently in her late-30's and not married.

She was a bit skeptical when she was told by Christian that she'd be a rookie's race engineer, but when she saw you and your times on the sim, she was hooked.

She can be seen wearing her favorite big sunnies during race weekends and carries her gray notebook everywhere she goes. As a part of a ritual, she always drinks an iced Americano before a race.

For future references, she stays Y/n L/n's race engineer until said racer retires. She will have served under two different team principals by the end of her carrier (but I'm not saying who the second is hehe).

no face claim - Italian, short beard, and a whole lot of love for Y/n

Meet Vito Accardi - Y/n L/n's manager

Vito had been a part of an organization of people who lend out unofficial managers to younger racers who don't already have one. He was assigned to Y/n L/n in 2018 when she first joined F4. He, like most people, thought that she had raw talent and he wanted to stay with her.

Fast forward to 2019 and F3, Vito was officially Y/n L/n's manager, hired by her godfather Lorenzo. He has no plans to leave anytime soon.

He has a Public Relations Degree along with degree in Business. On the side, he runs his own line of go karts. He has mentioned that he was only able to start it due to the kindness of Y/n and Lorenzo.

For further references, Vito stays with Y/n until her retirement. After that, he ends up being asked to be godfather of her second child. Of course he agrees and tears are shed.

face claim - Brendan Taggart

Meet Lorenzo "Enzo" Alessandrino - Y/n L/n's Godfather

Lorenzo had been Y/F/N L/n's best friend growing up after meeting at boarding school, but distanced himself after he saw how awful he truly was. Only came back into his life after the birth of Y/n. Surprisingly, he was named godfather and he took that to heart.

Being a major business man and influential figure in karting and Formula racing, he couldn't possibly be near the girl all the time. But after finding out what you had been going through, he wishes that he would have fought for custody. Maybe then you could have grown up with other kids such as Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Mick Schumacher, and Arthur Leclerc. But, he couldn't dwell on the past.

Everyone thought he was pretty poor as he didn't like to flaunt his wealth everywhere, but they were wrong. Pretty much one of the wealthiest persons the time of his death.

Gave Y/n L/n a second chance at karting and formula racing as he fought for sponsors to agree on the younger girl (most said no due to age and gender, but he never gave up).

Late in 2019, he caught pneumonia, which turned into a fatal respiratory tract infection. He died in early 2020 after falling into a coma. The only person to ever show up was Y/n L/n

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[tozettastone]

For the prompt ask:

1. Deidara & Sasori are isekai-ed into a fandom of your choice

Or

2. Any Naruto character is isekai-ed into a xianxia story

I'm going with 'Deidara & Sasori are isekai-ed into a fandom of your choice.' Except I actually asked @mixelation to pick the fandom, and they gave me Hannibal. :)

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Sasori Akasuna, if that's actually his name, runs a tiny gallery that can't possibly be making enough money to sustain itself. It's three floors tall and skinny, built of dark brick some time shortly before the turn of the century, and it stands tall and straight among its huddling neighbours in an out of the way bend of an ill-favoured river, where the smell of refuse rises and falls over the course of the day as the current passes.

Will Graham parks across the river and walks there with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat. He is here to talk to the owner, a man with whom it is almost impossible to get an appointment — unless, apparently, you are law enforcement.

The FBI has reason to believe he might be connected to their latest killer.

The reason Hannibal has come along is... less constructive.

"He's a tremendously skilled artist," he says, walking at Will's side with a spring in his step. Will can't equal his enthusiasm, just as he can't equal his hand-tailored woollen coat. "But he speaks to nobody. I wonder if he finds other people distracting."

"I'm not here to talk about art," Will points out. He can't help himself.

He's also not sure that what Sasori does is art. Call him uncultured.

When he makes to Sasori's place of business, the front window is entirely taken up by a taxidermy chimera: the big cat's head separated from the cervine body and a pair of vulture wings that must be almost a metre each. In the gaps, there's a steampunk nightmare of gears and chains and strange brass designs.

It must be associated with some kind of motion sensor set-up, because as they approach, the mechanisms begin to move and so too does the chimera, piece by immaculately preserved piece: the head turns, the cat's jaws open to show long sharp teeth, the wings curve.

"Magnificent," breathes Hannibal. "Look how smoothly it moves: bird and beast all in one. It could be alive."

"It's certainly... unique," says Will, clipping the words.

He flashes his ID to the black eye of the camera in Sasori's doorway, ignoring the way the cat's head follows him from the window display, teeth bare and eyes utterly empty. The intercom hisses with static. The door clicks open, allowing them both into the building.

It isn't noisy on the street, but the second they enter all the sounds from outside disappear utterly. The river, the distant traffic and the crying of the crow perched upon the bridge railing are all equally lost to an oppressive hush.

The carpet is old. The floor creaks. There's a smell in the air of an old place that sees little daylight.

The air is the slightly cool room temperature familiar to conservationists everywhere. A dehumidifier waits like a silent sentinel for when its services are needed. And lining every wall, case after case, shelf after shelf, are relics of the dead.

Hannibal pulls off his dark coat and slings it over his arm, revealing a powder blue, three piece suit that fits him like a glove, and immediately goes to inspect a case full of colourful birds.

Will doesn't remove his outerwear. He is distracted. He spins slowly, taking in the room.

Dead things stare at him from case after case, climbing up the walls. Their veins and bones and guts are all internal machinery now, and their eyes are glassy and blank. Sasori is indiscriminate about his animal models: there are goats and bulls alongside wild cats, bears and the snarling faces of wolves. Some are combined with each other into fantastical chimeras; others are perfectly lifelike.

Will spots a dog. Its face is so well-preserved and lifelike that it might be about to bark.

The centrepiece of the room, standing tall and proud, is a stag. It is magnificent: four or five years old, with heavily muscled neck and shoulders and enormous antlers. It makes no noise, but its ears swivel to follow them through the room, exactly the way a live buck's would.

It sure is... something.

This, Will senses, is Sasori's design. Careful. Precise. A perfectionist. He is exacting in his demands for these works: You will not rot. You will last forever. Or else.

Will licks his lips. He glances at Hannibal. It's impossible to say if he also senses the driven and aggressive personality behind these artefacts. If he does, it won't show.

Will is so distracted by the vast array of creatures that he doesn't immediately notice Sasori Akasuna himself arriving.

The first he knows of him is a sharp voice saying: "Don't touch that."

"I apologise," Hannibal says easily, turning away from a dead lammergeier, which is frozen with its wings spread and its body hunched, as if defending prey. (It is the only bird whose diet is mostly bone. Sasori has made its bones into metal.) "The work seemed very fine, but I'm unfamiliar with the taxidermist's craft. These extraordinary specimens retain more mobility than I've yet seen elsewhere."

He might say he's unfamiliar, Will notes, but Hannibal is undoubtedly a man who has seen a great deal of taxidermy.

Will turns to look at Sasori, too.

Clearly Hannibal has found and sighted the man, but for the space of one whole breath, Will can't even spot him.

It's impossible to tell Sasori Akasuna apart from the rest of the room. In that second, he blends in seamlessly with all the perfectly-preserved creatures on display.

Then Will exhales. That's stupid. He can see Sasori just fine. He's the only other human being in the room. It's not that cluttered.

Although by all accounts he's been in this one spot for almost a decade, Sasori looks no more than twenty. He is a short, slight man with at least one East Asian parent, although he has no obvious accent. His hair is dyed a shade that could be called any number of things — dark cherry, merlot, garnet — but which Will naturally associates only with blood. His skin is as smooth and unblemished, like a doll's.

He's wearing a dark, oversize coat and sandals that reveal his toes, which seems like a strange combination.

"The puppets are built and preserved for performances," Sasori says, turning his face to Hannibal. "Art is my calling."

"So I see! I have heard your performances are magnificent."

Magnificent, yes, supposedly — but also invitation-only, according to both the brief from Jack and to Hannibal himself. Will himself is reassured by this idea, because he definitely doesn't want to watch these dead things all come to life.

"Yes. They are." Sasori's eyes drift from Hannibal to Will and back again.

Even to Will, who can empathise with a brick wall, it is challenging to read any expression on his face. Botox, he thinks. It explains how young he looks, too. A little. If you don't look very closely.

Will tries to match the man to the creations. There's something missing. He can feel it beneath his ribs.

But he's not here to think about what's wrong with Sasori. It's the man's broader network that seems suspect. A small favour. Still, he can't stop picking at it.

What's he missing?

"I have heard," Hannibal is pressing delicately even as Will furrows his brow and tries to make sense of the picture before him, circling around a fever dream of a creature crafted from the remains of a wild cat, a goat and a peacock, "that some performances have a guest list so restricted that the invitees are not permitted to know or speak to one another at all. That they must arrive in masks and veils, and are forbidden to remove them until they leave again."

Will startles and half-turns towards Hannibal. What?

Sasori doesn't even blink. "Yes. What do you want?"

There's a hesitation. The world pauses for breath. Hannibal goes quite still, but Will can see from the set of his shoulders beneath his immaculate pale suit that this abrupt demand has annoyed him.

Presumably he wants to talk for forty minutes about the nature of art before they get to the mass murderer.

"We have some questions about a man who used to live here with you," he interjects, before the interaction can go even further off the rails.

Sasori blinks, eyes rolling in a strange and unsettling display.

Like a doll himself, Will thinks. Then he blinks the thought away.

He can't be a doll. That's... ridiculous.

"Deidara," says Sasori. "What about him?"

He says it so certainly. He has only ever had one housemate here. It's unclear if they were only housemates.

Will takes in Sasori's entire person with a look. He glances around at the displays.

"A fellow artist, I'm guessing," Will says, taking a leap of intuition. Who else would live with a man like Sasori?

Sasori's doll-like eyes fix on Will. "Deidara believes himself to be an artist, yes."

'Believes himself to be' is a strange way to put it. Does Sasori have a leg to stand on, when it comes to who is really creating art? The distance might be very obvious to Sasori himself, but it's not particularly clear to Will.

"We believe he might have bombed a church and killed sixteen people," Will says, watching carefully to see how this statement lands.

Sasori does not look as though this surprises him in the slightest, but it's hard to say if that's meaningful. Sasori has so far displayed the flattest emotional affect of anyone Will has ever interviewed.

It's so marked, in fact, that the ancient reptilian part of Will's brain keeps insisting that Sasori has more in common with his artworks than the other humans in the room. Will would like to rise above the impulse to believe his instincts in this case. Flattened affect is a symptom of a wide array of disorders and disabilities, and none of them are inhuman.

"And?" Sasori prompts. "What questions do you have for me about it?"

There's not even a hint of doubt. Sasori clearly believes his housemate capable of building and detonating a bomb in an act of premeditated mass murder. That's important, too.

Frustratingly, Will can see why Jack wanted him to do this interview, even though on paper it feels like a waste of his time. Sasori is hard to read and very, very strange.

"We'd like to ask a few questions about the last time you were in contact with him."

Despite his entire personality, Sasori seems outwardly pretty cooperative. He has a precise memory, and seems to recall the details of text messages — the pair's primary method of communication, even when they were living in the same house — to the minute of their receipt. He is meticulous.

Will already told the behavioural analysis unit that the bomber was acting out some kind of aesthetic compulsion, but Sasori seems to understand it in more detail:

"Deidara uses art to embrace the transience he believes is the end state of all things by unmaking artefacts in the span of a second, usually explosively," Sasori says. Then, apparently unable to help himself, he adds: "Transience — the art of a single moment — is an incoherent and flawed thesis."

"The simple passions of a mind that cannot grasp eternity," muses Hannibal, running his knuckles over the glass that separates him from a dead monkey, which is trapped, forever, screaming silently in rage. This is a rather romantic assessment, but the statement certainly captures Sasori's attention.

"Yes," he says slowly.

Despite what he actually says, he does not sound entirely as though he agrees with this assessment. It is at precisely this point that Will realises Sasori and Deidara are not artists making ends meet as indifferent housemates. They are life partners of some kind. They are very probably lovers.

Sasori says hasn't seen Deidara for a week. This meets their timeline perfectly. Will doesn't — cannot — trust it. But he can either write the answer down, or he can tell Sasori he thinks he's lying right to his blank doll-like face.

He licks his lips and writes it down.

"Before we go, Sasori," says Hannibal, hesitating before he pulls his coat on again, "will you tell me something?"

"What?"

"Do these chimeric creations represent the pinnacle of your art? Are they what you display at your most secret performances? Or is something more challenging the star of your show?"

There are some dogs who, once they've bit down on a man's limb, have to be choked out before they'll let go. Hannibal occasionally reminds Will of just such an animal.

"No," says Sasori, tonelessly. "The chimeras are not my most important works."

That's when it happens.

It always does, with Will. Eventually.

For one hideous, dislocated moment, Will Graham understands this man totally. He can see what grotesqueries might lie in the workroom above this display, just by looking Sasori in his lifeless face. He can almost feel the hours of meticulous work in his own hands and back and shoulders, turning the coarse materials of the human body into works of art that will last thousands of years at least.

He has no respect for their bodies. He doesn't care about the person who inhabited each physical form at all. They are raw materials. It is the work of his hands that renders them art. His towering ego is in every touch.

For a breathless, hanging second, the hollowed insides and smooth articulated limbs and wired jaws of Sasori's victims are beautiful to Will, too.

Then that second is over.

Will's brain screams that Sasori isn't a person.

This time, Will believes it. Oh, he may once have been human. But he's not, now. Sasori knows it — he's proud of it. And because Sasori knows it, now Will does, too.

Will does not feel sick. Feeling sick requires internal organs. Right now, Will can't feel anything.

"That's all we need," he says, sounding just as flat and toneless as Sasori. The thump of his heart feels strange and hollow, like the heavy ticking of a metronome. Thump goes the meaty clockwork that moves his body, so loudly that Will almost startles at each shocking new beat. "Thank you for your time."

Sasori doesn't say they're welcome. That's because they're not.

When they exit the building at last, the outside sounds are deafening: the river roars, a dog barks. Will's heart is no longer the primary feature of the soundscape.

He goes back to his car, a little too fast to be polite. He sits in the driver's seat and clutches the steering wheel. Hannibal closes the passenger-side door with a thump a minute later.

"An interesting man, wouldn't you say, Will?"

Will starts the engine and gives it a few moments to warm. He talks when he pulls out from his car space and into the sparse traffic of the little-travelled riverside road.

"I'm not sure," he says slowly, "that Sasori Akasuna is a man at all."

"Ah," says Hannibal, unshakable and sanguine as always, "the perennial question of philosophy."

"I was thinking more about... biology," Will admits.

"Were you?" A pause. "And what did you conclude?"

He's a doll, Will thinks. He's a doll and he makes other people into dolls. If you cut him, I promise he won't bleed.

But these are not the kinds of thoughts a man tells his psychiatrist if he wants to keep doing field work. And so Will ignores the great shadow that passes between himself and the sun — the towering shape of Sasori's preserved stag, moving with all the beautiful mechanical efficiency of a polished watch escapement — and instead says, "He's lying about the bomber. They're close."

"Hmm," says Hannibal, as if he doubts it. But in the end he only raises his eyebrows and tilts his chin inscrutably. "I suppose we will have to see."

(Will isn't a gambler, really. But would bet virtually anything that Hannibal will be receiving an invitation to a performance very shortly.)

[isadollie]

Ahh you write for Naruto? Can I please request headcanons for life with husband Kiba x fem reader? He was my first anime crush and I still love him now haha. Your other headcanons were amazing, so I'd love to see how you'd write it. Of course don't feel pressured to write it if you don't want, I fully understand 🥰

husband! kiba inuzuka [headcanons]

fem!reader, fluffy all the way

★ when i watched naruto (which was a long time ago) i actually thought he's cool

★ and... i think he'd be a pretty decent husband lol

★ first of all, i'm sure you already knew this but, marrying him means: be prepared for dogs. a looot of dogs

★ dogs would be honestly everywhere in your life, some sleeping in your bedroom too

★ calls the dogs your babies

★ kiba himself probably has more dog bowls and human plates lol

★ also i imagine that he'd want akamaru to bring you guys your wedding rings on the wedding day hehe

★ he definitely dressed up akamaru for your wedding!!

★ with a little bow tie, such a gentleman

★ but now let's try and dive into your actual life together lol

★ he's definitely very protective, always wants to make sure you're safe

★ if you're going somewhere on your own or hanging out with your friends but forget to give him a call that you arrived at your destination, he'll be worried sick

★ ...did they have phones in naruto universe...

★ let's pretend they did.

★ he's always imagining the worst scenarios, like once when you weny shopping and instead of coming back after an hour you came back after an hour and fifteen minutes

★ he was ready to run to hokage himself to go look for you

★ oh he's also jealousss

★ quite a lot tbh

★ doesn't like to see anyone getting close to you

★ his friends are exceptions though

★ but when he sees someone getting to close or even worse, flirting with you, that's where he jumps in 100%

★ tells the guy off in a second

★ akamaru joins to scare the person away

★ will also make sure to show off that wedding ring in front of anyone who looks at you for too long like "hey, isn't she pretty?? yeah well, she's my wife so-"

★ also likes to show you off

★ some old friends visiting or some family members that maybe live far away, first thing he has to do is to introduce you

★ like they're asking how has been and he goes "yeah yeah, well MY WIFE--"

★ it's kind of cute though

★ and annoying

★ overall, i think your life together would be a fun one!:3

there you go! i hope you like it:>

i'll gladly write more headcanons hehe if you want to request something, check my pinned post!!!

[kradeelav]

Hello Krad. You are a massive inspiration to me, and I have adored your art ever since stumbling across it a couple of months ago. I have a love for early 2000's media, and was wondering if you could talk a bit about how making art around FE9's time was like! I would love to be able to recreate the aesthetic of games from around the early 2000's, they just have a unique atmosphere to me that I really love. Thank you in advance.

oh wow, you are so very kind to say so, and so eloquently! ;_;

early 2000's... now that was a special time. i think the biggest difference is how utterly small the world felt back then, online. limited.

i read a good article recently how portal (and the infamous 'the cake is a lie' meme) percolated in a very specific time of the internet where people across the globe were just getting online in larger waves than the true diehard nerds and outcasts before, but it was still absurdly cozy. that meme went viral across the entire internet in a way that i truly don't think could ever happen again, since everyone was figuratively rubbing shoulders with each other - shoot, even 2010-era tumblr? i knew everyone in the main #fireemblem tag.

media limitations were remarkably similar - most teens had maybe seen all but two classic anime series before getting online, especially if you were out in the rural areas / on the east coast versus the west where the hot anime was being bootlegg'd before youtube was a thing. seeing a new series or getting your hands on the truly quality titles was more precious than diamonds. you were obsessed with the same show for genuine decades.

deviantART (where i was right before then) was a unique incubator similar to that - where young teens were getting influenced for the first time by art styles, resources and inspiration that their parents, teachers, and grandparents steeped in local visual traditions could not dream of. people arrived with very strikingly specific art styles you could tell who was raised in korea, russia, france, etc very easily - just as easily as you could tell who spent decades in ff7 fen versus naruto.

occasionally clumsy were those first attempts. but the drawings were genuine, and it was the next chapter in a very interesting visual dialogue between the old guard of illustrators (who only drew physically and were trained in local painting and inking traditions) and the new crop of teens hungry for the taste of dynamism and emotion they had seen in animanga. hungry to mix and match.

it was also truly a bridge from the tactile-first world to the digital-first world. nowadays like microplastics - you really can't go anywhere without running into a toy or trend or game or a drawing that hasn't been influenced to some degree by a dozen different other digital ideas before it reached you-the viewer.

in a way, since you're talking about recreating aesthetics, let's go back to the "limited" word.

limited is a good concept.

some of the best art i've seen consistently uses limitations. limitations of only using one medium, only using three default tools in your painting software (like dodge and burn since digital brushes were either crude or nonexistent). pull up programs like the Gimp (it's what I used back then for forum signatures and hasn't changed all that much) - limit yourself with specific tools of that era. look at isutoshi's hentai from about then (if that's within your bandwidth) and notice all the comic sans fonts everywhere-since nobody had gotten around to making specific manga fonts. limit yourself to being inspired by one or two artists from the 80's.

those limitations and patiently asking why (like you're doing now) will get you so very far ~

[notsorryiml8]

Haven’t posted about my Kakashi-obsessed friend in some time. She just finished Kakashi Retsuden and…

“this Nanara kid is a spoiled brat, but I get it!”

“Kakashi done put that boy on a tree…wind style!”

“Aww so heartwarming when pre-sensei Minato catches baby him after pop’s funeral”

“I miss the Sharingan and apparently so does he”

“I love that he goes to Iruka for advice!”

“Love that they compare him to a wolf!! Never made a connection to his hair being wolf-colored. I do get the fanon wolf-clan thing. White Fang, wolf hair…”

“They done did my boy dirty. I want to see that fire style water mist in action with the big fire bird!! Not fair”

“Okay, so Kakashi is canon-wise (this book is canon right??) considered the hottest guy in the whole frickin’ world?! Does he know this?? Do you good-looking people know you’re good-looking??? I’ve never had that “problem” so I don’t get it.

But seriously, all the women in this rinkadink town all the way around the world, thousands of miles outside of K-town, are thirsting for this guy. Paraphrasing but Village dude even said, “bruh, with the way all these women are all over you, I thought you had to be a spy.” ☠️

“He’s so humble, but after a while it gets old - it’s not fun to have to constantly reassure someone of their awesomeness. Trust. It’s exhausting. Dude you’re awesome, own it!”

“ I get it tho, unless it’s an auto bio that I wrote, I am not reading a book about myself. And that boy keeps throwing that book in his face. I’d burn it. You know, kid gives him the book, fire style:let it burn! oh wow I don’t know what happened, guess we can’t read about the sixth Hokage anymore, real shame”

“I love that by the end Kakashi just takes it all in when interacting with his biggest fanboy has the biggest smile and even internally calls the kid a fanboy!”

“They love their liquor! For real, tho, as soon as he gets back he literally goes to a drinking party with the K-12? Dude, go home, go to sleep. For all the people who swear the man does not drink and is this really pure saint of a perfect ninja dude on some pedestal please read. He’s the one that built the bars.”

“The baby ninjas (Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki) are sooo cute. They love Uncle Kakashi so much! Might just finish Boruto now. I know he’s not in the manga and is only in fillers, but still…”

“He is so loved by everyone!! K-12 was so happy when he walked in, everybody just wants him around, the ninja babies literally scream when they see him and run up to him. He has fanboys around the world, the women everywhere (literally, around the world) all want him. Land of waves welcomed him with fanfare and cheering crowds. It really is a future he never saw for himself. Squee!”

“He really changed the world. Modernized things. Set up trade. Used money instead of might. Introduced technology. Maintained peace. The only one of the five great nations who didn’t believe in instantly killing enemies after the war (restrain don’t kill). He’s so unappreciated/underappreciated by Naruto fans, but is truly appreciated in the Naruto world. The first five Hokage set up the foundation, he implemented the change, Naruto maintained it (kinda sorta, but also took it for granted).”

[howlingday]

au where when jaune fell off the bridge he fell into the naruto universe and honestly was a pretty strong fighter by nature of his aura and semblance just making him tankier than anything your average ninja or samurai could throw at him (the upper level ones are still a threat but he's training for that) only problem? jaune ends up raising a little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes like him and everyone assumes he was irresponsible and got a girl teen pregnant, HE'S EXTREMELY RESPONSIBLE! just ask his son Pyrrhus tldr: rusted knight jaune is naruto's dad and jaune's a pretty big deal due to being on the upper levels of strength

I had an idea for a different kind of Ninja Jaune, but I'll see what I can do for this.

---------------------------------------------------

"Hey, kiddo! How was class?"

"Fine." Pyrrhus sighed as he sat at the table. "Got made fun of in class again."

"Really? How come?" Jaune gave a judging scowl. "It was that pervy thing, was it?"

"So what if it was?!" Pyrrhus crossed his arms with a pout. "It's the best skill I got!"

"Pyrrhus," Jaune sighed, "I get that you're using your... imagination, but you can't just spam the same move all the time. You have to adapt, change your style! Like I did!"

"Ugh, here we go." Pyrrhus groaned.

"There I was, deep in the woods nearby." Jaune raised his hand. "Armed only with a broken sword, I fought against the most dangerous ninjas in the village. They came at me from all sides, but my aura and my armor proved to be too tough for them! I barely escaped with my life, and came upon you, sleeping in a warm, red cradle. I took you in my arms, and a voice said to me, 'This child needs you.' From that day forward, I swore I would dedicate my life to... to... Pyrrhus?"

The boy was gone from the table, having left to let his dad ramble. Jaune gave a sigh as he scratched his head. Honestly, what was he to do with that boy? Nora probably had more of an attention span than him.

Jaune then found himself thinking about that night again. After he fell and landed in this strange, new world. Sooner or later, Pyrrhus would learn the truth.

**********************************************

"Katon! Karyudan no jutsu!"

Jaune ducked as a stream of flames soared overhead. He didn't know what the heck happened! One minute, he's fighting on the bridge against Cinder. The next, he's in a forest, fighting black figures with strange semblances.

"Surround him!" A voice called out. "Don't let the trespasser near the village!"

"He's probably a spy, sent to ensure the Kyuubi would be summoned!"

Jaune spun in time to deflect shuriken from striking him. As he ran backwards, he tripped and rolled downhill. He struck his arm on the way down, but there wasn't time to whine about it. He'd have to heal as he ran.

He was almost out of the treeline when a hand grabbed his collar and tossed him backwards. A woman pointed her blade down at him, an inch from his chestplate.

"What village do you work for?"

"Uh, Mantle?" Jaune asked.

"Where?" The blade scratched his armor, emitting a horrible screech.

"I don't know! Atlas? Ever heard of Atlas?"

"What clan do you serve?"

"What cla- Listen, I don't know what's going on. I'm Jaune Arc, and I'm a huntsman of Atlas! I need to get back to my friends!"

"...Sensei."

"Yeah, I heard him." A voice said behind Jaune. "I've never heard of this Atlas or of the Arc clan."

"Should we dispose of him?"

"No. We need to return to the village. He's harmless with a broken sword." The two disappeared as swift as the wind.

"Yeah, don't ask for my input." Jaune dusted himself off as he stood up. Continuing his path from the treeline, he found himself in a clearing, where he found two people on a stone slab. As he got closer, three terrifying facts came into view.

One, there were three people, a child and two adults. Two, the adults were dead, but the child was alive. Three, there was blood everywhere.

Jaune found himself running, and as he got closer, he found lying there. Cold. Scared. Alone. He removed his armor and then his sweater, taking the baby into his arms, swaddled in his sweater.

"Hi." Jaune whispered. "Hi, I'm... I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc. It's short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it." He chuckled. "And... And your name is Pyrrha- Er, Pyrrhus. Pyrrhus Penny Arc."

**********************************************

"Pyrrhus?!" Jaune shouted. "What were you thinking?!"

"I was thinking that I'm gonna be the best!" The boy pointed to his defaced graffiti artwork. "Those chumps up there won't even compare to me when I'm up there! I'm gonna become the greatest Hokage ever!"

"Pyrrhus..." Jaune sighed.

"There's that boy again..." Jaune heard a voice whisper.

"Honestly, what is that man doing, letting that monster run around like that?"

"Why doesn't the Hokage do something about that outsider?"

Jaune could shrug these insults off all day. They were way worse at Beacon. Heck, Atlas had worse stings than this. If this was the worst Konoha could deal, then he was all-

"Don't you know? My husband says there's a demon inside that boy."

"Mommy, look, it's Pyrrhus!"

"Get away from the window! You don't want him anywhere near this house."

"Why hasn't the Hokage executed that boy already?"

Jaune looked to his son and noticed his mood had doured. He couldn't even look upwards to his artwork with pride anymore. Suddenly, Jaune's teeth started to clench with the same intensity as his muscles.

"Hey, Pyrrhus?"

"Huh?"

"Nice job on that booger up there." Jaune smiled. "Looks like he's got a cold."

Pyrrhus chuckled. "I thought somebody would like that."

"Kinda reminds me of when Iruka had those pepper cookies we baked before the parent teacher conference." The two chuckled and snickered.

"Oh, is that what happened?"

The duo froze. Then slowly turned. Oh, there was Iruka-sensei now. They turned forward. They crouched.

"RUN FOR IT!" Jaune roared.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU TWO!" Iruka shouted as he chased the father and son.

"Ugh..." The Third Hokage groaned. "It's still too early in the day for those two."

[reilleclan-blog]

So errmmm apparently Neil is a Zionist which I'm being honest when I say this. I don't pay attention to actors or actresses or ppl that are part of development teams unless it's something I'm super fixated on. Like cyberpunk and cowboy bebop and naruto shit like that. So i didn't know that the Neil dude was a Zionist I didn't even know his name until a couple days ago cause ppl were talking about him saying something about Ai.

So I started reading on the comparison of tlou and Israel conflict and idk it kinda grosses me out that a story about revenge and change and identity , had something to do with "Israel vs Palestine" tbh . (Yes I'm gonna sound uneducated) but I didn't know shit about why Israel and Palestine were constantly going at it but it seems like Israel are just being blood thirsty bullies. (I really only started hearing about it just recently ) but yeah I'm ngl I'm kinda confused why was that the "inspiration"

I understand not Neil is the only person helping out when making the story but he was the back bone of it all. And idk I feel so weirded out lol. I didn't get a hint of Israel politics (prob cause I don't know shit about it ) but there's political stuff in everything and everywhere but yeah I'm so confused but then again he's a Zionist so ig it makes sense it's in his work. .. damn idk if I want part 3 anymore lol

So I just read the article I see the perspectives a lot. And I said this while I was playing thru the game but them explicitly letting the audience know Dina is Jewish was a choice. And most times when something explicitly says "this person is Jewish" idk it's usually for some weird reason. The article talks about "Jewish ppl surviving" and idk (dude bare with me it's 2am and I sped run thru the article I know I'm not writing a essay) some other stuff like they talk "oh this is an issue" but don't talk about a relative solution of the problems "the cycle of revenge" but why is revenge so powerful.

In the article Neil says something about "universal hate" and i genuinely don't think that exists I GENUINELY don't believe that. It takes zero effort to love and care for someone but to hate someone b/c "hate is universal" .. sounds a bit white supremest im ngl. B/c if someone justifies enslaving another person because of their skin color or b/c of their religion.. or being different in general .. u sound insane. So yes Tlou2 has Israel and Palestine propaganda. Ngl I hate those type of fans that just deny everything just b/c it's not explicitly said. There's a ton of evidence to back up the claims in the first place. AND AGAIN U CAN LIKE SOMETHING BUT ALSO GIVE CRITICISM ON SAID MEDIA . U DONT HAVE TO BLINDLY LIKE SOMETHING(but honestly most ppl wait for some random white dude to say the same fucking thing then somehow everyone starts agreeing lol) after finding that out tho it kinda makes my tummy feel icky inside. If Ellie and Abby were two white dudes I wonder if I'd have enjoyed the story as much lul

The article "not so hidden Israel politics of tlou2" from vice

I feel like I still have more to say about the game but this is it for now. And do not come at me sideways about this fucking game I will block u idc I hate annoying fanboys that dickride everything and hate different perspectives

[narutocharacterpolls]

ROUND TWO

MAITO GAI vs SENJU HASHIRAMA

Reasons for submission under the cut

Gai

was instrumental in the success of the story - he may not have won against Madara, but he put fear in him and had it not been for hacks, he would have decimated him where no one else could

believes whole-heartedly in his student to the point of dedicating his life to making him a splendid ninja

came from nothing, worked his way up from nothing, and is now considered to be one of the greatest shinobi to have come out of the Hidden Leaf. People know and fear him

made Itachi bail. That man was ready to fight everyone else, but packed it up when Gai came on the scene

kicked Jiraiya in the face and never properly apologized

great salesperson - always has a spare jumpsuit to give to passers-by and hook them on his favorite brand. True influencer and fashion icon

had a bowl cut before it was cool

was a great friend to Kakashi, and was there for him during the highs and lows of his horrifically stressful life. Arguably saved Kakashi's life with his constant support, and the story could not have happened without him. Is considered by Kakashi - one of the most powerful and infamous shinobi in the world - to be his equal and his best friend

loves kids. Supports his own students like he was their father, and equally takes pride in Naruto and protected Sasuke after Sasuke's first run in with Itachi

in the anime, he is shown to be hard on the outside but clearly permissive in that he would sneak Chouji food in the middle of a mission and try to push Naruto into figuring out who Minato was

confident in himself and confident in others - he is everyone's biggest cheerleader and he isn't just talk; he'll work hard with you. When he says he'll do something, nothing will stop him and he will follow his promises even when no one is watching.

hot. Man has pretty privilege

amazing, supportive teacher and friend

he is always trying to be positive in such a dark world and cheer up those around him

he's so good to Lee, Tenten, and Neji, you can just tell how much he cares about those kids

his speech to Lee was super moving. He knew Lee was scared and made sure to be there for him

he was ready and willing to die to defeat Madara in order to save the others

an actual decent upstanding father figure

unbridled whimsy

excellent tits

Hashirama

very strong and has beautiful fight scenes

he didn't care about anyone's opinions and wanted peace when everyone said it wasn't going to work

very cool

his cells are everywhere

love the founder brothers

[kurokawaia]

❛ NEW START ❜

PostWar!Uchiha Sasuke X Fem!Reader

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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) hi again!! im the one who requested for the domestic sasuke fic! so for the domestic fic i was thinking either marriage domestic fic or a post-war fic like hospital visits or catching up?? 💗 - ANON

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You and Sasuke were kids, perhaps six or seven, fooling around the training grounds that bordered the Uchiha compound. Both of you were panting and panting it out after playing tag for a couple of hours or so, on occasion with Itachi showing up to give you both something to drink. Every match you did, Sasuke won them all. Always faster, always a step in front of you, but you never minded that. It was fun being around him, catching the rare smiles and hearing the carefree laughs. You plopped yourself down in the grass, small chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Sasuke sat beside you, his face flushed from running, but his expression calm as always. The two of you stared up at the sky, watching as the first stars started to appear. "I'm going to be the strongest shinobi," Sasuke told you with confident delicacy, as if he had decided upon it long ago. You nodded, smiling softly. "I'll be strong too… and I'll always be with you." Sasuke looked at you, his dark eyes gleaming with a rare softness. "Always?" he repeated. You nodded again this time more determinate. "Always." Then out of nowhere, you blurted, "When we grow up, we are going to get married." Sasuke blinked, clearly taken aback. "Married?" he repeated as if to wrap his head around such a concept, not truly knowing of the meaning, but he liked the notion, being with you all of the time! "Yeah," you replied though you have absolutely no idea what marriage entails. You just knew that you wanted to remain by his side, whatever it took. "That way, we'll always be together, whatever happens." Sasuke was quiet a moment longer, before giving you the barest of smiles, one that was over so fast if you had blinked, you would have missed it. "Alright," he said low enough so that his voice was barely audible above a whisper. "We're getting married." By that time, you didn't realise it, but that harmless promise promised became something you would cling to for so many years later. The only thing that brought you to believe that Sasuke will come back to the village was that he kept his promise, to be with you for all time, to marry you.

Years went by, and that innocent childhood promise was dulled when Sasuke never came back, but then, the war happened. The war had torn so much apart, but Sasuke did come back.  It had leapt in your chest when you first heard Sasuke had been brought back, injured but alive. Running to the hospital, the hope of seeing him overwhelmed your sense of caution. But getting there, he'd been asleep, unconscious from the toll the battle had taken from his body. You look at his left arm, which was now gone. What an idiot. His face was pale, his dark hair fanned out on the pillow, his arm bandaged heavily. A sight of him like that vulnerable, worn down made your heart ache. You stood at the edge of his bed, unsure what to say, your hand reaching out and stopping just shy of touching him. "I'm here, Sasuke," you whispered, even though you knew he couldn't hear you. "I never stopped waiting for you." There wasn't an answer, just the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. You watched him for what felt like hours, hoping maybe, just maybe, he would wake up and you could tell him everything

He didn't.

The next time you see him, the situation is quite interesting, you had asked Kakashi were Sasuke was as he wasn't in the hospital and you were told he was... elsewhere. Sasuke has been taken into custody by the Interrogation and Torture Division due to his crimes. 

They were dealing with his fate, and though they had villagers both within his support, against him, and everywhere in between, you know it wasn't going to go easy on him. You wished to see him, and with some reluctance, they allowed you to have a small visitation with him. Down the corridors of highly guarded cells, they took you, stopping at the one that housed Sasuke. 

There was that loud creaking of the opening door, and there he sat, hands bound in chakra-suppressing restraints, his head turned away from the door, he could feel it was you, it was obvious even if his eyes and arm were bound. "Sasuke." Your voice was weak, almost quivering, as you took a step closer toward him.  At first, he said nothing, hi head was angled to the ground, not waiting to face you. Then softly, almost to himself inaudibly, he added, "I'm so sorry." It took you a moment to process the words coming from his lips, as Sasuke rarely, if ever, apologized, let alone something huge as what he had pulled. You swallowed, kneeling down in front of him as your hand reached out to touch his despite the restraints. "Sasuke..." you started, your voice on the verge of breaking. "I am," he cut in, his voice now grating but still with that edge of emotion. "I need to apologize. For everything. For leaving, for hurting you, for what I've done… You could read in his posture, the weight of what he was doing and what he had done, he had hurt you so much, that he tried to kill you three times. It wasn't about the war, nor the village, literally everything, every decision he made that further distanced him from the promise you made as children. "I don't care about anything else," you said, steadiness, with the well of tears brimming in your eyes. "I care about you. You came back, Sasuke. That's all that matters." "I don't deserve it," he muttered incoherently. "That's not for you to decide," you said, your hand clenching hard around his. "We were supposed to be together, remember? No matter what. You can't just decide you don't deserve that." Then Sasuke exhaled the softest of sighs, his head bowing slightly. "I'm sorry," he said again, yet it sounded different this time, less for his guilt, more for what he had lost, for what he yet could keep.

You reached up and carefully lifted his chin so he'd look up at you, though his eyes were covered, at least his face was angled towards your own now. "I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, your thumb brushing against his cheek. "We'll figure this out. Together."

Sasukes head fell to your shoulder. "Thank you," he whispered so quietly you would have missed it if there was sound in the room.

when you two are married >.<

The sun peeks through the thin curtains of your shared bedroom. You stir slightly, your body wrapped up in the cocoon of blankets and tangled up in Sasuke. You turn your head slightly, your eyes barely open, to see him beside you. His face is relaxed in sleep, the furrow in his brow smoothed out. Sasuke peaceful, unruffled-in the home you've built together. You'd never imagined living like this, not back then, not when things were still so tenuous. His breathing evens out into a rhythm and you spend several more minutes doing nothing except staring at him. He is forever unreachable, even when he is right beside you, yet here with just the two of you, it's not quite so much the case. With you, Sasuke can be himself. You reach out, your fingertips brushing against his cheek gently, and he stirs. His eyes flicker open, revealing those eyes you've grown so accustomed to-only now, of course, with that new rinnegan you're still getting used to. For a moment, he looks disoriented-like he doesn't remember where he is-but then his gaze reaches yours and mellows out. A giggle almost slipped past your lips at the sigh as he was so cute. "Morning," you whisper, barely heard. He grunts in return-the sort of sound that makes one smile. So like him. After all this time, together, he still manages to remain the same in small ways. Sasuke isn't a morning person, at least, not when words are involved. You prop yourself up on your elbow, the blankets pooling around your waist as you lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. Are you hungry?" you ask, your fingers brushing through his dark hair, still slightly tousled from sleep. He grunts again, but you can see the ghost of a smile tugging on one corner of his lips. "I'll make something," you say softly, though a part of you wants to stay in bed with him a little while longer. Before you can pull away, Sasuke's fingers wrap around your wrist in a light but firm grasp. "Stay," he mutters, his tone husky with residual sleep. You can't help but smile at the uncharacteristic plea as you settle back into the bed beside him, tucking your body close to his as he pulls you near. His arm wraps around your waist as his forehead presses against yours and the two of you are still, tangled up in one another. The silence between you is comfortable; neither of you has to say anything. Sasuke's hand moves in a languid pattern up and down your back. "I was thinking." you start off softly, breaking the silence, "perhaps we could go visit Naruto and Hinata later. It's been some time since we've seen them." Sasuke is silent for several moments, his body showing only the barest hint of tension at mention of his old comrade. Things have eased some since the war was over, but there is still a distance between them-something faint and lingering and awkward, which neither of them can quite chase away. "Maybe," he says at last, his voice low and small, not unkind. You smile, knowing that's as close to a yes as you're going to get. Progress, you tell yourself silently as you feel a surge of gratitude that Sasuke's at least willing to make the effort. It's more than you could've hoped for a few years ago. His hand resting on your back stops moving, and he shifts slightly, his lips coming into contact with your forehead. "I'll go," he says softly, which takes you a bit by surprise. You lean back just a bit to look up at him, the ghost of a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "Is this Sasuke Uchiha actually agreeing to willingly spend time with Naruto? He rolls his eyes at the teasing, but the barest hint of a smile tugs at his lips. "Don't push it," he mutters, the words devoid of any real bite. You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Sasuke doesn't respond to your laugh, but the way his hand tightens around your waist says enough.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[sur-i-ki]

Darling, You’re Glowing, Part 5

Part 4

Final part. Message me and I can add some more after the ending.

Silence. Whispers. Pain. Silence again.

Where am I?

The pain. The pain.

Sunshine, blue skies. Laughter. Love. So much love.

You love him. I love him.

Your eyes snap into focus as you roar, the world coming undone around you.

He’s in danger. You love him. You have to protect him.

Naruto was fighting for the sake of the village. A right hook, duck, roundhouse kick, clone attack, fight back, fight. He’d been here since the beginning, fighting and running, bringing the focus of the paths to the Hokage tower. The entirety of Anbu were waiting. Kakashi-sensei with his dog mask. Jiriaya had disappeared halfway through the invasion, whispered words from Tsunade’s mouth sending him running.

Fight

But now, the Anbu were pushed back. He was fighting with sage mode on, Ma and Pa with him as he moved. He was losing. He could feel it.

Pain had levelled the area, the entirety of the shinobi district now nonexistent. However, with the help of the T&I division, the Anbu had erected a large barrier, so majority of the civilian and merchant sectors were standing. Still, Naruto moved. He pushed back thoughts of you, knowing if he lost, you’d be brought here. And then, he would have to live without you.

Right then, Naruto feels himself get punched and grabbed. He struggles against the hands of the path, but his sage chakra runs out. He looks up and sees Pain’s mouth moving, but his breaths are getting shorter and he thinks:

“Am I going to die?”

The sand on the ground vibrates, small but he notices. They start bouncing, pebbles flying away. He feels like his heart flies away with them, too.

Because, you’re there. You’re there, fitted with shinobi clothes, hair pushed out of your face, and that sight alone steals his breath. A flicker of your fingers, and roots pull themselves out of the ground. His restraints are gone, and before he can catch up with his thoughts, your lips are on his and lord heavens above, he missed you. The relief, grief and joy all tangle together but he can kiss you, kisses you, until he can’t breathe.

His words fall out of his mouth, spilling against your lips as he moves his hands everywhere to memorize you. You both whisper I love you and I missed you and it’s been four years. His heart feels like its ripping in all directions and healing itself simultaneously. Naruto doesn't close his eyes, doesn't shut them even for a second, scared that he'd miss any part of you. He was memorizing every color in your eyes, every dip between your ribs, every breath, everything.

Naruto is crying, he’s sure of it, but you capture his lips again and he's grabbing your hips and pulling you in closer, as if someone might snatch you away from him. You both share a few more kisses before you crumple, an agonized scream tearing itself out of you. He shouts your name before your eyes glow, no pupils or irises to be seen, as you turn before tearing out of his hands towards a Path.

Nimble fingers fly through seals at super sonic speed, and he can see the water pull itself out of the ground, the wind from the air, whirling around you as you mold them to your liking. It rips into the body, pieces of it flying before turning into dust before his eyes and-

“…god…”

It was terrifyingly beautiful, the power and destruction you were brimming with. The air around you hummed with chakra, vibrated the fabric of existence with it. His clone winks out of existence, and the world turns brighter as sage chakra flows into him. Naruto stares, drinking you in, frozen.

Another Path moves towards him, but your clone is there, and he can feel you unlock your own chakra, nostalgic lighting charging the air, the scent of fire heavy in his nose.

Then, with utter awe and disbelief, he watches as you turn fire into lighting, force it to your liking, whipping it against the Path. It obliterates it into nothing, the hum of its power singing as it moves. Three gashes mark the ground, or trenches are more apt of an description, but you're ripping through them all. The trenches remind him of the claws of a beast.

No one could stand in your way.

The battlefield was silent with the exception of you moving through the enemies, cutting away at them. Oddly, Naruto is reminded of the time when you went to a festival a few years back, watching you move through the different Paths. Every step is a mimicry of the dance you did, and he feels his eyes water. There are cracks adorning your skin now, glowing, and he knows at some fundamental level that you don't have much time left.

Knows he can’t have you anymore.

He flies through the dust you've kicked up, and lands beside you. You both move together, a melody and harmony. The rest of the shinobi watch as you move together, Naruto observing you and matching every step, just like he did all those years ago at the festival. He can hear shouting. But he can’t care, because you’re there. He keeps moving, and soon, fight finishes in a blur. In victory. Until you collapse against him.

"I love you"

And then he’s grabbing at you, pushing your hair back, whispering it back with a fierceness. Your skin is cracked and raw, just like his after he accessed the fox’s power, and he can feel it bubble up. Naruto pushes against it, pushes it down to have some more time with you.

Tsunade pushes him away, her hands glowing green and Sakura rushes behind her with medical supplies. Naruto moves to you, but Kakashi sensei’s there, pulling him back.

“We have to find who was controlling those Paths…”

So, as his heart rips itself out of existence, he leaves, giving you a longing glance as he runs with Kakashi. The forest moves past them in a blur, tears falling from his eyes and then he’s staring at a shell of a man. Rippled eyes stare at him and he finds himself talking. Talking about himself, but talking about you the most. He almost faints at the thought of your body cooling-

Kakashi sensei shocks him a little.

Soon, green illuminates around him, and Naruto heads back, Kakashi sensei’s back strong against him. The crowd greets him, but he moves in a daze.

“Naruto!” Sakura’s voice breaks through the loud rushing in his ears, and he looks to see a smile on her face.

Hope ignites itself like a wildfire in his chest, and the tears flow earnest but he’s running, running to you and there you are. Hooked up and in a coma but not dead, not dead and you’re breathing. Naruto rushes to your side, grabbing your hand, as his body shakes with the force of his sobs.

Tsunade walks into the tent, and explains. How she gave Jiraiya the order, how Nagato’s gift helped them push you into a safe zone.

“However, Naruto, no one can access her mind. We don’t know when she’ll wake up.”

Naruto feels his heart break, but the rise and fall of your chest allows him some room to breathe. Then, Sakura comes and explains the rest.

“She, she’s accessed colossal levels of chakra, and we thought that she wouldn’t survive with none moving through her pathways.” Sakura move along the bed, checking your pulse.

“With the sheer amount she’s used, they’ve been blown open. However, during her comatose state, Kakashi sensei had been doing chakra therapy with Tsunade-sama.” He feels a sense of gratitude wash over him, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever repay them.

“Her chakra reserves should be able to sustain her when she wakes, and her pathways should shrink enough for her to maintain mobility. We’ll have to teach her chakra control, when she wakes.”She finishes her assessment and leaves the room after giving Naruto a little pat on the back.

He finds her kind for using when and not if.

Days pass, and almost every time, after his shift of working to rebuild the shinobi sector, Naruto spends the rest of his time with you. Speaking to you while holding your hand, kissing your forehead, he’s there all the time. Tsunade reassured him, shows the scans of your brain, which indicate increased energy.

“Even though she burned through all the seals while fighting, she has to get through the mental block. Thankfully, Jiraiya was able to remove all seals from her body, but she’ll have to finish this on her own.” Tsunade gets a far away look in her eye, “finish this just the way she started it.”

And so he whispers encouraged words to you, telling you about the new taijutsu he’s learning, hoping it’d help if you were fighting. But the week moves with its feet dragging through the ground.

It was night when you woke up.

There was an angel on your bed.

Your mind had shattered itself but you’d pulled it back together, his words echoing through the chaos as you built yourself up again. You’d rather not remember it again.

He looked divine, holding your hand and moonlight painted the most gentlest of halos on his head. How blessed you were to see him first when you opened your eyes.

Your voice fought its way through your throat.

“Naruto?”

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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[sueske]

Not to come off as pretentious but it really feels like no one but people on tumblr are able to really understand sasuke, naruto and their relationship. Like on other sites like tiktok, twitter or Instagram, of course you have it infected with hinata and Sakura fans who just naturally have bad takes but you also have sns fans who just like….. have embarrassingly bad takes.

I remember seeing a tiktok video about sns and it was an okay “analysis” it was just discussing like very base level things Sasuke’s character. but then they just go on to say that’s why he’s a top. Because “he needs to be in control. He likes having control. His abandonment issues lead him to needing to dominate someone to help him feel like he finally has agency in his life. Naruto being that someone is natural because of his fem / wife coding throughout the series. It’s been stated subliminally numerous times that naruto is the submissive in their relationship, he needs to be controlled unlike sasuke because he’s so rowdy and chaotic.” And like………. That’s an interesting take.

And the fact it got like around 2000 likes just kinda made me realize that sns tiktok fandom does not really understand sns at all and have likely not actually consumed the media and just got their information from other tiktok people or YouTube.

not the top bottom discourse crap…

I agree with u actually, the most nuanced and comprehensive takes I’ve seen about naruto have been on tumblr, including Japanese stuff as well that non speakers wouldn’t know about. Doesn’t help the viz official translation censors and changes stuff either. Granted there are bad takes on tumblr as well but u won’t find well written canon only essays about sns on a TikTok slideshow (at least from what I’ve seen.) personally I feel that tumblr is the easiest to use, I don’t like the character limit on Twitter and am pretty sure Reddit mods can do whatever they want. I’ve found some okay analysis on YouTube about naruto and sasuke and their bond, but I feel like they’re surface level, or could go deeper in some places and then don’t, and even if they do get it right for the most part the fact of the matter is sns’ bond is also romantic, not touching on that leaves things unfinished imo. Some naysayers in the comments section always seem to want to clarify that their bond is platonic or ‘sns are just bros’ - which, if people addressed one of sns’ biggest running plot threads that happens every single time they meet up in person (and not clones) from vote1 to the end (what are we?) - they’d perhaps realise something and sing a different tune. but yet no one does (at least from what I’ve seen?) or take moments singularly which I think is a shame since they’re very obviously connected and they’re very important. I guess it speaks volumes that they don’t and leave that untouched. I’d really love to watch a sns analysis video so it can reach a wider audience that covers their entire bond, their mutual understanding and pure love and empathy AND how it’s also romantic, the tropes, the literary devices, etc used to achieve this. I know some people complain that romantic bonds are glamorised in media and that they’re seen as somehow ‘more’ than platonic bonds, as a means to dissuade people from shipping sns romantically, but like sorry. sns are romantic and that’s how kishimoto wrote them and I can see it and others can see it and even if people can’t see it clearly they can at least feel it which is why sns are gay comments are everywhere lol.