#kinda just lost steam

[duskowithapen]

Naruto's Voice

Part One of Who Knows

January's Rambles Day Four

Word Count: 644

Summary: What if Naruto made contact with the Kyuubi years before canon? What if the Kyuubi cared?

Naruto's Voice

The voice was one of the few things that lasted in Naruto’s life. The food sold to him by the grocer would rot away in a day or two. The things the drunks would throw changed by day or hour. Naruto never knew how long he’d be able to play with the other kids before their parents pulled them away. But the voice was always there – always rumbling in the back of his mind.

When the grocer’s handed him milk past its use-by date, the voice would grumble about how, one day, Naruto would get to taste milk fresh from the goat. When the meat squished alarmingly in his hands, it promised to teach him how to catch his own meat, taste the rich flavours of goat and steer and fish. When Naruto travelled home with two weeks’ worth of ramen for a month’s worth of yen, he didn’t think about the repetitive meals in his future, but of sweet berries plucked straight from the bush, fish caught fresh from the stream, crisp vegetables pulled ripe from the earth. Sometimes, while eating his ramen, Naruto imagined he was eating berries and fish and vegetables instead of soggy noodles and broth. Sometimes he could almost taste it.

If the drunks threw rocks, the voice would judge their aim. If the drunks threw half-finished bottles, the voice would scoff about the wasted drink. If the drunks threw harsh words – demon, murderer, freak – the voice would drown them out with nicer ones – treasure, precious, mine. But it was when the rocks and bottles and fists connected that the voice would get angry. Get livid. The voice would howl about those spineless worms, daring to harm my vessel, my treasure, and how they were a waste of chakra and air, not worthy of being in our presence. It would vow to avenge Naruto, to return the pain they caused you a hundred-fold before allowing them the peace of the Shinigami’s embrace, often at a volume that drowned out the violent fantasies of his attackers.

The voice was quieter when Naruto played with other kids. It would stick to deep rumbles as he ran, high yips when he got close to catching someone during tag, a low croon when he tripped and fell, a rolling chuckle when he missed his target. Loud snarls would warn of the parents’ approach. Every cruel word was answered by kinder ones – talented child, brave warrior, precious treasure. Every mean look was answered by a warmth in his stomach and whispered reassurances – you are loved, you are adored, you are wanted. And when Naruto was left alone in the playground, the voice would encourage him to play anyway. See how fast you can climb the tree, it told him, see how many times you can run around the clearing, see how many cartwheels you can do. In the sandpit, Naruto would try and sculpt the voice from its vague instructions – I have four legs, like a cat, and no, my ears are longer, like a pointy rabbit, and my face isn’t so flat, it’s longer than that. It was quiet for a moment when Naruto tried to make a tail. There was an upset feeling in his stomach that didn’t shift until he added another tail, and another, and another – until there was a somewhat-cat shaped creature curled up in the middle of the sandpit, long nose touching the tips of nine tails. By its belly, Naruto placed a tiny little sand-Naruto with tiny seeds for eyes.

The sand-Naruto looked cozy. It looked like it belonged there, protected in the circle of the voice’s body. Longing caught in the real-Naruto’s throat. In the back of his mind, the voice purred and rumbled and promised.

One day, my treasure. One day, I will no longer be caged, and I will grant you everything you deserve.

To be continued... eventually

[emotsper]

Hi. here's the mini animatic i promised

fic (so normal about this) also no audio

[lode-builds]

glass cathedral - an experiment in concepts and shapes and textures or whatever and refusing to ever ever finish the back of the build EVER

[ookaookaooka]

i just spent ages looking for the post, i swear i posted about it when i broke my beloved fish plate like a year ago, but now he's finally back together! i just have to wait a week or so for the resin to cure , and then i can go in and wipe away the excess gold. even though the process was frustrating and VERY time-consuming and i lost motivation halfway through and let it sit on the shelf unfinished for like 14 months, i'm glad i went to the trouble of learning how to actually kintsugi it with resin and gold instead of rushing it with epoxy and mica powder.

the before pics (freshly broken and after the initial gluing):

[quillandrapier]

I kinda hate how the finale of ghosts killed my enthusiasm for anything ghosts since it....urgh

[renardsruses]

A woowoo for your Wednesday

[upsidedowngrass]

erm... so this is awkward

[bumpscosity]

you guys treat it as if the grass demon is the literal only reason fern is different from finn but tbh imo it's really only amplifying his own feelings. i just watched this essay and while it wasn't specifically about fern and was more about the finn sword it really amplified the notions i already had about him.

In i am a sword you can really see that he was kinda always treated like bunk, the simple fact that he's called Finn Sword instead of Sword Finn really drives home the fact that he isn't seen as finn who happens to live in a sword but as a sword first and for most, an object. you can even see in that same episode that finn 1 and finn 2 were already not fully seeing eye-to-eye BEFORE the grass sword did anything. sure they started off the same but their differentiating experiences have branched them off into 2 different finns, both still finn, but different nonetheless.

sword finn went from being treated like an object to being treated like an abomination. it's no wonder he gets frustrated and angry and lashes out, he hasn't been given the chance to just be himself for fucking ages. and then after all that his brothers just leave him on the top of the treehouse to wither away until they need him?

dude suddenly started being treated like trash by everyone he ever cared about, it shouldn't be a surprise he latches onto the first person who treats him kindness and offers him a familial bond.

like if the grass demon did literally nothing but give sword finn a body that would just change how he processed everything, he'd still be living in finns shadow, he'd still be seen as a freak and lesser than finn, and honestly he still probably would have trouble doing anything "right" for the simple fact that him and finn have experienced such different lives post the swords creation and they're both different people now. he'd probably still get frustrated and lash out (and maybe even still hatch a plan to become the only finn considering all it took finn to heavily manipulate fp was a simple dream).

the difference lies in the fact that the emotions he would already be having were boosted, i mean you can even see the grass sword manipulate finn a couple times. fern was deemed too hard to help until they had no choice but to help him, this is why i think i could fix fern in like a rabid dog way in this essay i will-

[real-life-cloud]

im GOING to write today ........ i WILL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vivy-nx]

hi!! look at my cool kirby walking simulator fangame i made over the course of last year!! i worked very hard on it!! it's downloadable for windows and linux!

[dxsole]

me, waking up in a cold sweat: Didi is just Snooki if she were French

[flowers-n-felines]

🧍‍♂️

[borifle]

stickered up my ukelele (that I don’t know how to play) a bit cause I have so many stickers around the house with nowhere else to put them lol

the painted bit on front and armada games sticker are old, the manatee + bat donuts are from the zoo, the scratch + owlbear were part of a bg3 set a friend gave me for my bday, and the other 2 I got at pride ✌️ ‘fuck desantis’ in st pete and ‘you make our city beautiful’ in orlando. sadly most of them are too big for the front of it though 😂

[lecliss]

Why tye fuck am I crying over ninja clash in the land of snow???? I fucking love this movie so much. It's sooooo fucking good. It's definitely my favorite and it was only the first ever Naruto movie. Can you believe they peaked at the first fucking one??? Why is it so good??? Fuck man aaaaaa

[sol-flo]

do i pull a if on a winter's night a traveller with this book and just let my eyes glaze over the words in record speed. do i quit it. or do i finish it like a normal human being.

[timegears-moved]

fucking WHATEVER