#verse : naruto

[cloudabserk]

what do u guys think sasuke asked naruto to draw on his back?

[charlesoberonn]

I'm all for gay stuff too but you don't gotta be misogynistic about it.

[rico-hyuuga]

NARU: Sound of Hidden Pain

[yuwuta]

PLS PLS PLSSSSS keep talking about kids with olympic athletes! gojo and nanami pls pls pls i have to Know. everything u wrote about yuuta was already so so cute

(prev olympics au here)

the gojo twins are hilarious because your baby boy looks exactly like satoru, but has very little of his personality—it seems like the only things he inherited was satoru’s love for sweets and love for you. still, even though he’s a strong swimmer, he much prefers to relax in his floaties alongside you if you’re also in the pool, or chill by your side on a lounge chair, glasses too big for his face keeping the sun out of his eyes as he shares his smoothie with you, and asks to borrow your phone to take pictures of his sister and daddy in the pool. 

your baby girl on the other hand… she might have your face but she’s got satoru’s everything else—his competitive streak, his confidence, and definitely his mischievous nature. she’s the one who tiptoes into your bedroom at five in the morning, tapping at her daddy’s shoulders, and putting her little finger over his lip to shush him before he can wake you up; she’s always the one to convince satoru to take her swimming the backyard at the crack of dawn, and why by the time you and your baby boy wake up, she and satoru are already past warm up laps and swimming lessons and onto who can make the splashiest canonball competitions (she always wins because while her tiny body can endure a belly flop, satoru’s years of training physically doesn’t allow him to do it… and maybe because he’s not so competitive when it comes to his baby girl, he’ll always let her win). 

kento’s professional judo career honestly doesn’t last very long. after his first olympic games, you two start dating and he proposes just after he wins gold the second time he’s in the olympics; he does maybe two more years of national competitions while you’re pregnant, and decides that the intense training for the next two years in preparation of a third olympic competition isn’t worth missing time he could spend with you or your baby girl—plus, with all the money he’s made from competitions, winning gold medals, brand ambassadorships, commercials, and collaborations, he had enough money to provide for all of your for the rest of your lives. so, that’s what he does (his dream has always been to be a househusband, anyway...) his previous salaryman career comes in handy when deciding how to invest his money, how to buy a house, how to take care of his friends, how to set up a fund for your daughter, and an extra account or two… just incase more babies come along… 

by the time your baby girl is four, she’s already kento’s biggest fan. she loudly and proudly proclaims to everybody that her daddy was basically superman and won all the shiny trophies and medals in the house from when he was being a superhero. if anyone recognizes kento when they’re out together, she always confirms their suspicions, proudly boasting, “yeah kento is my daddy! he’s a winner!” it always makes kento’s heart swell to hear her praise. he doesn’t compete professionally anymore, but he does train from time to time, and has taken on a few mentees, and your daughter LOVES to watch him coach/train. she’s got her own uniform that she always puts on whenever they go to the gym together, and gets so excited when kento or ino or yuuji pretend to spar with her. 

she’s honestly kento’s mini figure. she’s respectful and reserved, but strong and knows when to fight and how to use her voice. there’s a time when he gets a call from her school saying that she got in a fight, the principal frames it as your daughter needlessly pushing around an older kid, but your daughter is certain in her words when she tells her dad that it was because the kid was being mean to the younger kids, and to her. kento doesn’t say a word to the teachers—doesn’t even fight them sending her home early for the day, because he’s happy to scoop her up and take her out for ice cream and tell her that he’s proud of her.

[eiloveir]

“and then, that’s it.”

pairing. — uchiha sasuke x reeader

warnings. — features occasional profanity, a tense argument, and relationship issues.

author’s note. — the storyline draws inspiration from Justin Bieber’s “flatline.”

The air in the room was thick with an uncomfortable stillness, as though the weight of everything left unsaid pressed down on your chest. It wasn’t just the silence, but the kind that left you gasping for air, desperate for something that would break the void between you and Sasuke. Five years. You had spent five long years by his side, and yet, standing here now, you’d never felt so completely alone. The man who once held you so close now felt miles away, even when he was standing right in front of you.

You watched him as he removed his tie, every movement precise, but empty. There was no tenderness, no acknowledgment of you in the way he moved—just cold, mechanical motions. It hit you then: the man who once held you, who used to pull you in without hesitation, now felt like a stranger. Something had broken between you, and the silence that hung in the air seemed to say more than either of you could.

Neither of you knew how to fix it—or even if it could be fixed.

He didn’t smile at you anymore—not like he used to. He didn’t share those rare laughs over silly things or press gentle kisses to your forehead when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Now, Sasuke had buried himself in work, using it as a fortress to shut you out. He left before the sun rose, never bothering to meet your gaze, and came home long after it had set. When he did come home, he just went through his routine, making you feel as though you weren’t even there for him to notice at all.

Tonight, though, you had dared to hope—just a small hope. You had made his favorite dishes, slaving away in the kitchen for hours, preparing each dishes, and clinging to the ridiculous belief that maybe this time, he would notice. That maybe this time, he would see you again.

You stood in the kitchen, feeling raw, exposed, a vulnerability you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in months churning at your insides. You were desperate—for him, for something to pull him back, to salvage whatever was left.

“I made dinner,” you said, and you know how much emotion was contained in those two little words.

You gestured to the table, where the food sat untouched, waiting for him like you always had, like you always did.

Sasuke gave it a cursory glance. His palm rubbed the bridge of his nose, a motion you would eventually grow to detest as his gaze dropped down to the ground. It was his cue to cut you out of the conversation before it even started.

“I’m not hungry,” he muttered, as though his mind was already somewhere far from you.

Your chest clenched cruelly, but you bit back the flood of hurt that threatened to surge. “But I made it for you,” you murmured more softly this time.

“I’ve got work to do,” he replied sharply, cutting you off before you could even begin to argue.

Always work. The thought echoed in your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time he had chosen to be present with you. You tried to understand how important his work was, but to the point that he didn’t even bother to talk to you anymore? It stung more than you cared to admit—it feels as if he had forgotten how to make room for you in his life.

He turned away, moving toward his desk with that same cold efficiency, as if your attempt was merely an inconvenience he couldn’t be bothered with. Frustration boiled over within you, spilling past your defenses before you could rein it in. “It’s always work with you, isn’t it?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, the sharpness of your voice surprising even yourself. The silence that followed felt heavy, and you braced yourself for his reaction.

Sasuke’s body froze in its tracks as he was about to take a step, his muscles tensing as if he was prepared to take on it. He pivoted around to face you, his facial expression unchanging and his eyes darkened with impatience.

“What exactly are you insinuating with that statement?” He stood there, appearing edgy and on edge, waiting for your response.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hurt and rage swirling inside you. “It means you’re never here, Sasuke,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of emotions you’d kept bottled up for so long. “You’re always somewhere else—always busy, always too tired. Do you even care anymore?”

His jaw tightened, the tension in his form evident as he cut in with a warning. “Don’t even start this again,” he said firmly, tone dripping with edges. “I’ve explained to you before, my work—”

“I’m sick of hearing about your work!” you snapped, your own frustration now bubbling over. “You hide behind it, Sasuke. It’s your excuse for everything. You’re shutting me out.”

“I’m not shutting you out. You’re the one who’s making this into something it’s not.”

“Something it’s not?” You could feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, but you fought them back. You refused to let him see how much he was hurting you, how much this was tearing you apart. “We’re barely even together anymore! You come home late, you don’t talk to me, and when you do, it’s like I don’t even exist! How is that not shutting me out?”

“You think I don’t have enough on my plate?” he said quietly, his voice barely containing the anger simmering beneath the surface. “Do you even understand the kind of pressure I’m under?”

“And what about me?” you shot back, your voice rising despite yourself. “What about the pressure I’m under? To keep pretending that everything’s fine? To keep waiting for you to care?”

“You really don’t grasp the situation, do you? I simply don’t have the time to waste on this. Every second counts for me right now, and your petty complaints are the last thing I need on my plate. Can’t you see that?” He gave you an earnest gaze, his eyes narrowing as the tension between you grew. His patience was slipping, and with every seconds, his frustration grew.

“Petty?” The word struck you like a sharp slap. In an instant, the tears you had desperately tried to hold back cascaded down your cheeks. “This isn’t just something trivial, Sasuke! This is about our relationship! And yet, you’re treating it as if it holds no significance at all.” Your voice trembled with emotion, and hurt flooding your words as you confronted him.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly exasperated, as though you were just another problem he had to deal with. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not like I’m gone forever. I come home, don’t I?”

“Physically, maybe. But emotionally? You’re never here. It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.”

“This is exactly why I can’t deal with this right now. You blow everything out of proportion, and then you expect me to drop everything to coddle you.”

“I’m not asking you to coddle me,” you whispered, his apathy crushed you, and you felt your breath seize and your chest constrict. “I’m asking you to care.”

There was an intolerable void between you, and his silence was deafening. When he finally did say anything, his voice lacked the familiar warmth and his words were chilly. “You can’t even understand me.”

“Do you really think I don’t understand you?” The question escaped your lips. “I’ve been trying to reach you this whole time!” Like a tumbling river, your words flowed forth, a cry to close the distance that seemed to grow between you.

With your heart racing, you moved closer to look for any indication of comprehension in his countenance. “I see your damn struggles, the tired you are, but it feels like you’re shutting me out completely. How can I understand what you’re going through if you refuse to let me in?”

He did not respond. He merely stood there, silently saying louder than he could have with his expression. And you were broken by that quiet. You understood, for the first time in years, that Sasuke was not going to stand up for you and that he would not even apologize for the suffering he had caused by hurting you in the manner that he had.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.” he eventually spoke, and in that instant, everything around you seemed to stop. It felt like the air was stolen from your lungs, and your heart splintered into a thousand fragments.

Again, he stood there, silently watching as your heart shattered, doing nothing to stop it. Tears cascaded down your cheeks, and you made no attempt to wipe them away. “So, this is how it ends?”

He said nothing.

In that moment, you realized it was over.

You realized you had lost him long before tonight.

[scrunchie-87]

Donatella VERSACE💜

[closet-degenerate]

You know what I hate? People hating on Gwen Stacy. 'Oh she was just so annoying', dude, she's a 16 year old girl who was almost arrested by her own father, was taken in by 2 adult figures she trusted and is trying not to let them down. Why would any 16 year old do any differently. Your favorite character is literally Miguel O'Hara, the guy who is giving the orders and literally bodyslamed a 15 years old like he committed the most awful crime by wanting to save his father.

It kinda reminds me of the hate people give female characters like Sakura from Naruto or Nancy wheeler from stranger things. They literally wouldn't get as much hate if they were men. It's sexism people! Women are allowed to have flaws as well.

[cooliogirl101]

Controversial opinion but like…Uchiha Itachi was definitely a villain.

[fengkye]

☆ᯓ “Do you..want me..to scent you?”

❀⇝ᗩ/ᑎ: hi!!! Omg, this is one of my first posts on here!! I hope you guys like it!! requests r open too! feel free to req!

alpha!ssk, omega!reader (male, fem, whatevs you want!) scenting, ssk being an uncertain alpha, no uses of y/n

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🍙⋆ ★ You felt real bad, bad as in, it was a bit overwhelming to even get ready in the morning. 🍙⋆ ★ It was suffocating, at least, to you, and you thought that it might never end. 🍙⋆ ★ It was yet again, another restless morning. It was quiet. Yet, you felt uneasy still. Like, it was a good life, a mate that loved you, an okay life style, it was a dream for other omegas. 🍙⋆ ★ still, it felt like something was wrong. and it felt wrong to think that. staring into the bedsheets and scrunched blankets as you rose from the laying position you once were at. eyes narrowing into the wrinkles of the fabric under you. 🍙⋆ ★ was Sasuke on a mission again? maybe, what time was it even? you looked over the clock, eyes glazing over the numbers that seemed to shine out "11:42 AM." 🍙⋆ ★ silently, you got out of bed. doing your usual. brushing your hair, brushing your teeth, changing, washing your face. whatever. 🍙⋆ ★ rubbing your eyes as you were walking out the bathroom, soon bumping into a broad chest. the familiar scent of what seemed to be rainwood and a bit of smokey-comfort filled your nostrils. immediately easing yourself in every way. "hey." The familiar deep and subtle voice spoke, as you melted into his arms. your beloved mate caved his muscular arms around your wavering body. "hi." you replied, face muffled into the fabric of Sasuke's chest. taking another deep inhale of his natural scent. rainwood and smoke didn't seem like a perfect mixture, but sure as hell put you into any state of comfort. 🍙⋆ ★ Sasuke was a bit confused, moreover concerned why his omega was so tired. he smelt it in you, he saw it in you, it's been a bit dry how you were. and that wasn't good to the Uchiha. "are you okay?" he asked again, a bit unsure what to do. besides his primal instincts obviously telling him to help you, the alpha himself wasn't one for comforting. 🍙⋆ ★ and tbh, he felt more guilt because of that. (I'M GROVELING AT THE FLOOR DON'T THIN KTHAT HARGRHGRGRRR) you responded with a small hum, nodding your head. your hair ruffling against his shirt as he let nervously inhaled. thoughts racing in his mind of what to do. what would a normal alpha do? his mind clicked after a few seconds, well, it was the fastest and most simple way possible. yet, sasuke felt a bit embarrassed how he was asking--it really made him question his own place as an alpha. 🍙⋆ ★ "do you..want me..to scent you?" he asked, feeling himself become more hesitant with himself. he loved your scent, but he missed when it wasn't so sour and bitter now. ever since you started showing signs of ignorance and small irritated icks. 🍙⋆ ★ honestly, it was a bit surprising at first. the way he was just randomly asking that. you really didn't expect him to ask that, you expected to just take a whiff of his scent and go. "ya.." you replied flatly. letting out a small mewl when the Uchiha swept you up. 🍙⋆ ★ and with that, sasuke took you to your shared bedroom. placing you down gently onto the scrambled sheets that you dragged yourself out of earlier. it felt nice to be back. also made you think that you just got up and got ready for nothing. the alpha carefully shimmied next to you, the bed dipping as Sasuke moved closer to you. to which you caught him by surprise, immediately wrapping your body around him. the room mixing with both of your scents. 🍙⋆ ★ you already felt better. "oh.." he spoke gently, subtle dark eyes closing as he felt you immediately sniffing into his neck and shoulder. close to his scent glands. Sasuke felt a bit awkward since he was the one who suggested this cuddle session, yet you were taking the lead by a bunch. his arms wrapped around you again, soothing your tensed body into relaxation. your scent was perfect to him. he dipped his nose into your hair, taking a big whiff of satisfaction. the Uchiha was happy that he atleast made you feel better. he kissed gently at your forehead, to which you purred at. 🍙⋆ ★ this was truly, truly everything you could've asked for.

[ben-talks-art]

Thunder types! ⚡️(Warning, flashing lights!)

(Why do they say "thunder" if thunder is just the sound? Is it because "lighting" and "electric" don't roll off the tongue as smoothly? 🤔)

[artsycooky13]

top 3 fave bbys in the burrito show (bonus SUPER LONG tags on how i feel bout the characters)

[lossie92]

an older wip for cynosure verse~

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[bigbadgirlyman]

Allow me to present the best gender of villain

Local Bottom Who Is No Longer Being Pegged And Is On Mission to Personally Make It Your Problem

[clansecretsfreak]

Clan Secrets-verse (3) Tobirama Senju!

So let's dive right in to this.

In Clan Sectres, Tobirama became Hokage during First Shinobi War, just after Hashirama dies of unknown illness.

His regin as the Hokage is five years long. He dies at the age of 62 y.o. becoming over four years older than Hashirama ever got to be.

He marries as of yet unnamed Hatake, fathering twins born almost nine month after his death, thus never meeting them.

His wife, in fear of her husbands enemies and wishing for a somewhat normal childhood for her children, hides under her maiden name of Hateke with her twin sons Takuya and Sakumo Hatake(we will be back to that).

Now this hidding thing only works because both of them were extriemly private people, with only direct and close family knowing about the whole relashionship. Kagami also knew, having been adopted by them both almost the moment Tobirama started training him.

Now back to the twins. They were born 38 years Before Kiyubi Attack (this is essencialy my calendar for this world so get used to that phase), with Takuya being younger by a few minutes.

Takuya is killed on a mission (infuelced by Black Zetsu, making him a victim of Senju Purge even if unknowingly (if you don't understand check out my other posts)). He is eleven, death date: 14th of June, 25 years Before Kyubi Attack.

Sakumo dies at the age of 29 years old, death date: 13th December 8 years Before Kyubi Attack (Kakashi is six at the time).

Kakashi is born 14 years Before Kyubi Attack (when you read down, you will see that Obito is two years older than Kakashi. It is not a mistake.)

And while we are discussing Tobiramas 'lineage', we must also talk about Kagami the adopted child Uchiha.

This one is more simple because I haven't fine tuned his timeline yet to be honest. Anyways, Kagami at some point marries Asami Senju, a childhood friend, and has a son Tora (yes, like the demon cat) Uchiha who marries Elizah Uchiha (she will be important in the future, I promise) born around 38 years Before Kyubi Attack, dies at 28 y.o.

They have two sons, the elder one - Obito Uchiha (yes, that Obito), born 16 years before Kyubi Attack and Shisui Uchiha, born 10 years Before Kyubi Attack (he was only six when Obito 'died' so he doesn't really have much memories of his older brother, what with war going on and everything.)

Obito dies at 27 (I think, and hope I didn't mess up the time line with this one) and Shisui at 18.

And thats it. I hope it wasn't all over the place.

[yakny]

"Please forgive the blood on my hands. Most of it is mine."

[katiemcgrathisdaddyaf]

Aloy slapping the “I ❤️ MY FERAL WIFE” sticker on Seyka’s cake-a

I doodled this for the Moth to Flame server but who knows. maybe tumblr will appreciate my cursed doodles too