#sns is typing

[snuggles-and-struggles]

Self shippers...a questions for you. Did you like. Choose who you "liked" or was it more like a curse being placed upon you

And also who is your Main self shipping guy (<- gender neutral)

[javaclown]

🌈🌈🌈

[fiiib1]

[sasukeless]

what if i was devoted to you as a knight is to his king and became your right hand and sword and i was ready to lay my life for you and your dreams

what if i was devoted to you as a dog is to his owner and i would attack and maul anyone who dared to touch you but i’d also bite and claw you if you ever tried to leave me

what if

[axel-tiredstudent]

Honestly no offense but no other homoerotic shonen duo does it like Naruto and Sasuke like absolutely no one else

[peachyacorn]

Why is bottom Naruto so overlooked and booed and never popular in fan content 😞 killing myself 😞 nobody has my back 🤬

[r26yz]

special campaign

[narutothelad]

sns propaganda I won't fall for:

- crazy possessive/toxic abusive ex naruto

- naruto would kill himself if sasuke ever died

- naruto threatened sasuke with murder-suicide

- top naruto

- sasuke/kushina "parallels"

- naruto wants to lock sasuke in the attic/basement

- fem!naruto would only be butch

- naruto loves sasuke like a dog

- shippuden

and some of these are common talking points from naruto antis repackaged as "hot" by shippers as if they're canon

[bishoptheboy]

NARUTO Shinobi days: Coming home to a surprise guest (?) Part 6

(Mini Comic: ⚠️ 4 parts *a little long scroll*)

"It does get to me..."

Sasuke never got to drink his water in the end.

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<I am currently re-reading Naruto and I just love Sasuke's inner thoughts about Naruto. It is always profound and deep. I immediately got struck with inspiration, and I thought it is best to deliver it through a little comic. Planning it was the tough one, it ain't easy at all (kudos to all comic artists out there), and I ain't no writer so I had to discuss with my brother on certain things.

It end up kinda long (?) But I hope it turned out at least decent! And also, at the end of the manga when Sasuke cries, that could've been the perfect time to kiss him (but well they can't even move lol). AND ALSO, I just want to draw them cuddling. So, this is just indulging myself..

(also...hopefully people will notice the line "it does get to me" is a ref from something 👀)

Thank you for reading! 🙇

Edit: please ignore the left arm manifestation bec I am an idiot>

[caliburn-not-calculator]

New au? Kinda fairy tale logic, prince Veerle and a genre savvy dragon Emerson.

They will end up cute and fluffy but be warned at the early stage there is some light dehumanisation and a vague sense of possessiveness. Mostly its just Veerle being justifiably annoyed at having been kidnapped by a dragon. Also, implied but very vague angst about Veerle's former home life. This isn't too bad tho

Unprincely as it was, Veerle couldn’t help but mumble curses to himself as he staggered through the maze of grand shelves and carpeted floors. No matter where he stepped metal would clink and clatter underfoot, often sliding out beneath him and leaving him grasping a shelf for support. Irritating as it was to traverse he had to admit, the home of his "host", was a fascinating one. The vast network of caverns was filled with stacks of scrolls, books and art objects from cultures and times even he hadn’t heard of. The floors glittered gold, the carved walls housing troves of old knowledge, and the ceiling so distant above all he could see was a false night sky.

He’d already wandered from his designated nest of fine fabrics and furs more than once, intent on exploring his new residence. At first, he’d been searching for escape, or at least a place to hide should the creature that kept him become less hospitable. However, it was awfully difficult not to get distracted. The library of his palace was grand, yes, but this… He trailed his fingers over the impeccably kept spines of books that might have been older than his kingdom. Most seemed to be novels or collections of histories, myths, and folklore, though many were in tongues he could not read.

He paused at one with a pictographic script impressed into a clay tile cover. As he was stepping closer to get a better look, his foot hit a smooth plate buried beneath the loose debris. Instantly it tipped beneath him. He let out a short yelp as his feet slid from under him, gravity twisting his stomach, but just as sharply as he fell he came to a jarring stop. Veerle’s back hit something smooth and cool. A faint rumble thrummed through him, and his eyes widened.

“There you are,” the creature crooned in its hissing melodic voice, lightly jostling him as he was essentially laid back on its snout.

Before he could scramble away or reply, smooth thin points brushed the back of his neck. Teeth. He tensed, an embarrassing alarmed squeak slipping from him. Rather than sinking in flesh they caught the back of his shirt and scarf, snatching him unceremoniously into the air. With a lurch and a snap of the creature's glimmering green wings, the ground fell away beneath him.

A few months later he was deposited into the nest arranged for him with a soft thunk. Head spinning from the flight he toppled into the pile, barely preventing himself from falling right onto his face. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his knees. Apparently oblivious to the glare it was receiving, the creature (or Emerson as it liked to be called, though Veerle had no desire to be on a first-name basis with a being who had essentially kidnapped him) made a lazy circle and looped himself around the nest.

If Veerle were a little less annoyed he may have taken the time to appreciate the majesty of the creature. It had a long sinuous body covered in jewel green scales, though beneath sun or firelight undertones of silver and jagged swirls of gold could be made out. It was beautiful, undoubtedly, but equally deadly. Veerle had little doubt it could kill him with a single snap of its whiplike tail or fine toothed maw. Why it hadn’t was something of a curiosity.

For all he knew, he was not food but rather… A prize? A pet? Perhaps a living repository of knowledge to add to his collection of more traditional tomes?

Settling around him, the creature huffed, and let out a low warbling sound that might have been a chuckle. “You really must stop doing that, you could get lost! Or damaged! It is far safer for you to remain just here.” Veerle jumped as the tip of his tail unexpectedly and rather teasingly tapped his chin. “If you want to read I can bring you books.”

Veerle narrowed his eyes at it, being met with its steady gold stare. “I am not some— some art object! You can’t expect me to just sit here all day,” he snapped, though it was less steady than he’d like.

“My apologies little thing,” Emerson seemed to chuckle again, his eyes in amused crescents as he watched Veerle bristle. “I had quite forgotten how opinionated humans could get when bothered. I suppose I should have expected nothing less from a prince, though, perhaps I thought you may be more open to sitting back and being taken care of.”

“You have an interesting definition of care,” Veerle grumbled, slumping into the cushions which were, admittedly, awfully comfortable.

The dragon's eyes narrowed and wings twitched. “Is there something I am missing that you so desire? Are you in need of more food perhaps? Or entertainment? I am a little out of touch in regards to human needs, I suppose.”

Veerle could have almost convinced himself there was an edge of concern in its tone, but through its strange melody and the echo of the cavern he could not decipher anything close enough to human intonation to be sure. He crossed his arms and levelled his best snooty stare at the dragon. It saw a shockingly rare amount of use in the castle, so maybe he was a little out of practice. Despite his position no one particularly listened to him, whether he was pleasant, petulant, or otherwise. But, perhaps it could nudge this creature along.

“Yes. Freedom. I, am, not, treasure.”

For a moment they stared at each other, his words reverberating faintly through the cavern. He tensed as loud most certainly laugh broke the quiet.

Emerson shook faintly with his mirth and coiled tighter around the nest. “Oh, but you are my dear prince. That’s precisely what you are.” Veerle scrunched his brow in confusion, and the dragon needed no encouragement to continue talking. “Stories are the most precious thing of all, and what is the most classic of them but that of poor captured royalty? It’s all well and good having copies of stories, but I should like to have my own to live.”

Veerle blinked at the dragon, struck silent by the pleasure and frankness in his words, like they were the most logical things in the world. It seemed to wait patiently for a response, watching him with glittering eyes like faceted topaz.

“You mean to tell me that I’m… part of your hoard?” he said slowly.

Emerson dipped his head. “Of course, until some valiant hero manages to rescue you. However, I do not intend for it to be an easy feat. Either it is a gruelling and inspirational tale of triumph where the prince is saved and I suppose I am slain, or, a tragedy where your hero falls in vain and you remain mine forever more. I am not phased either way.”

Veerle was once again reduced to baffled and shocked silence.

At his lack of response, Emerson gently tapped him with his tail again. “Now, hush my treasure, you seem quite dazed. Perhaps rest your head.”

His words were enough to pull Veerle back into the world and he batted away the tail which was prodding him to lie back. “No— No! I may be part of your… hoard, I suppose, but I am still a person! Not an old book or pretty painting. Understood?” He did his best to glare at the dragon, and though he doubted he was all that intimidating, comparatively rather small and slumped back against a pile of plush pillows, Emerson did tilt his head in consideration.

“I suppose this is true. Though you must forgive me for forgetting. You are a lovely looking thing and it is hard to imagine you are real and indeed not an imagined image or fine sculpture,” he seemed to tease, tail gently curling beneath his chin and tilting his head.

Veerle had no clue what to do or how to respond to the flush of heat beneath his cheeks. Apparently in shock, it only took a slight nudge to send him fully falling back. Emerson made no action to prevent him from rising again, but he didn’t bother fighting it either. He slumped into the bedding, trying to parse his situation as the dragon continued.

“I do have impeccable taste after all. I only collect the most perfect of things,” he said through a briefly rumbling yawn as he settled around the nest. “Sweet dreams, treasure, and tell me them when you wake. I want to hear all of your stories.”

Veerle stared at the darkness above him, rest far from his mind as he considered what had been said. That, and the nagging worry of what would happen when Emerson realised there would be no hero or grand tale for a prince like him.

[momoslilpeets]

-------Pokémon Trainer Styling Challenge-------

Grass + Dark Type

An edgy grass type trainer, drawn to the shadowy corners of the deep woods.

[snuggles-and-struggles]

I can never tell if I prefer kingdings or grillster. Like, we know a good bit about Asgore, but Grillby and Gaster are so heavily up to writer's interpretation. We know nothing about Gaster besides his seemingly somewhat whimsical nature, and we know Grillby is a sweetheart who likes Sans, but that's about it.

With my personal preferred interpretation of Gaster I feel he'd work better with my personal preferred interpretation of Grillby, but I've seen some really good kingdings with significantly different Gasters from my own that I thought worked really well!! I haven't seen too much Grillster in general though </3

It's also sweet to imagine Grillster where Grillby becomes like an adopted dad to Sans and Papyrus. I know Asgore would certainly do the same, but frankly I just kinda like Grillby better haha

[harleyklawz]

I'm working on a TTRPG project atm to try and save my sanity from burning thru so much of Shattered Neon in such a short time. And trying to NOT just swipe composure and tiers of fear from EUREKA is a difficult thing. It really is one of the best ""sanity"" systems I've seen in a while. Hell, calling it sanity feels gross. What it really is is a fear system. Which feels SO much more useful as a measure than some vague and ableist sanity measure.

My biggest issue atm I suppose is that the system is eldrich horror, which so often leans into the idea of "insanity". Trying to do that in a way that makes sense is difficult without stepping into an HP Lovecraft shaped beartrap. I also am having trouble with including a mechanical measure to carrot and stick players into having their characters make brash, shitty, and overall "problematic" actions when the characters are stressed and traumatized. Because honestly, I think it makes sense for people to be terrible in moments of pressure as a default, and kind in them as a showcase of their efforts. It isnt easy to help and be useful when you are hanging on by a thread, and its even harder to be "nice" while doing so.

[im-still-watching-anime]

sakura: you guys are so confusing like are you best friends?? rivals?? like what do you even think about each other??

naruto and sasuke at the exact same time: i think he’s CRINGE

[bullmotif]

the fact is naruto is objectively kind of bad but this won't stop me for randomly remembering about it every other month and wondering how sasuke is doing + being fucked up over the fact that it was lowkey the greatest yaoi of all time

[tokutaiseichan]

talking about texting speed, i guess we can sort them out like this? (※ strictly personal opinion)

Slow → Alan, Ritsu, Subaru, Zenji, Edward, Lyca

Normal → Jin, Tohma, Luca, Sho, Haru, Towa, Ren, Taiga, Romeo, Haku, Rui

Fast → Kaito, Leo