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“Shipping - Fulfill your inner shipping desires! Be it romantic or platonic, show your Aburame of choice being in a relationship”

I have to say it, I ship Shino Aburame and Ino Yamanaka since forever, so I’ve tried to draw them in their “The Last/ Blank Period” versions becuase I like them a lot 

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(I missed a lot of aburame appreciation month but this is Sugi and she keeps bugs in her hair and that’s as far as I got)

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A quick one for JuneBug2k17. Fumio’s about 3 years old here. The prompt was for her academy days, but I misread. Whoops.

This was the last time she ever had long hair. Pretty soon after her mother’s funeral, she chopped it off unevenly with a pair of scissors (and left the mess in the bathroom sink). She only kept it at that length at her mother’s insistence (”but Fumi-chan, you look so cute like this!”). There was just no point, anymore. 

Without all that weight, her hair tends to stick up in a curly, tangled mess that gets matted really easily. Years later, Fumio discovers hair gel. A happy ending.

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For JuneBug2k17, day 9. Not as polished as I hoped for, but I wanted to get it up before the day was out.

My OC… Fumio Aburame. I wrote more words about her here. Check it out if you want, and if any of that strikes your fancy, I roleplay as this character… on this very blog!

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Day 9 of Aburame Appreciation

I know that’s it’s six days early but I couldn’t help myself. I’ll expand more of this with day 14

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“There’s more to life that your clan .”

“…”

“At least listen to Airi!”

Slim fingers moved up to adjust her tinted goggles. The copper material surrounded her eyes, keeping out any strong light from touching her chocolate eyes. Behind the darkened glass there was a sea of emotions wandering around in her eyes. They rarely saw the light, only shown to the world in dimmed corners of the Aburame compound.

“Do you believe that my clan is all I understand?” Questioning her teammates, Naria glanced up.

Her fingers moved to the warm teacup that had been set on the small circular table before she passed what she was intending to say to take a short sip. The warmth of the liquid flowed down her throat before she set the perfectly decorated porcelain back down softly. Every cup and table held a unique style, she prided herself in exclusive visiting the small shop for its peaceful and quaint charm. There weren’t many people that visited and with the dimmer lighting used it was perfect.

There were many pauses between her sentences as usual. Naria gave no excuses for herself, that much could be seen, however, that didn’t stop her teammates from becoming frustrated with her way of handling situations. Logical and unwavering. What they couldn’t see was how much she withheld the emotions she was harbouring. She seemed to be incapable of understanding many social norms, going against the grain and ending up with a few angry ninjas flipping tables at her comments.

As fists slammed down on the table the blonde of the team, stood up roughly and silence took over the team as the wooden chair tipped over backwards and hit the ground. The sound of wood to tiles echoed through the small tea room. Clashes between the two happened often. It was to be expected with detrimental to herself, a personal earthquake and the other a raging forest fire that burnt all in its path. The anger that Rose held within her small frame was one that never seemed to deplete unless ignored. She could never seem to understand the ways of the Aburame unlike Airi. While the quiet member of their team could accept that Naria was herself and this was just the way things were going to be, Rose could not and exploded at any given moment for all of the ridiculous indications that came from their teammate.

It was a rather difficult situation indeed. Holding all her emotions inside was something that Naria had been doing for years. Her mind was her own and only those within her clan could understand her reasons for wanting it to be this way. Her hive was an unsettled mess of kikaichū that fed too far into her chakra. She didn’t have much control over it as it fed off her bottled-up emotions. It was something she had dealt with, however, she also understood then there would be many misunderstanding as was the case in this situation. The anxiety that flooded her body was not to be taken lightly.

The silence that took over was thick, choked with tension that had been building up for years. The light rustling of sweets being unwrapped and the soft clink of teacup hitting sauces could be heard around the tea shop before Naria began to speak. Her fingers moved up to pulled down her scarf from around her mouth to slide down her neck so that her words wouldn’t be muffled and misunderstood.

“I am listening.” Another paused followed at she began to think about what was passing her lips. Social norms washed by her at times.

“I understand that life is not contained to my clan, I also understand that my nature is not something that you seem to be a fan of, Rose.”

“Then please, for our sake will you join us? I know that it may be a lot for you with how things are but I would like for you to spend more time with us.” The soft voice of Airi poked through the thick air as if trying to be heard through the crowd.

As stubborn as she was, Naria couldn’t say no to that. Airi tried hard to accommodate how her teammates had been feeling and it made her wonder if there was anything she could do to make the situation better. All she had been asking for was time for them to understand each other, an evening for bonding that wasn’t one of the brutish training sessions that turned into a massacre, rather than building upon their skill sets and learning to combine them.

“That seems acceptable, just the festival?” Naria questioned her friend, it, her nights were mostly spent as her spared days were; in the garden.

“Yes.”

“I can do that.”

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So, a little late to Junebug2k17 but I thought I might throw in a next gen Aburame. Her name is Satako and she is the daughter of Shino and Ino. 

A little basic rundown:

- She’s 13 years old.

-Virgo

- A polite and reserved ambivert.

- Team “looks a cinnamon roll but ill still kill you.”

-Only child.

-has started collecting succulent plants.

-Butterflies take of residents in her hair at times.

-Loves to be with granpa Shibri

-Her Kekkei Genkai goes in favor of the Aburame, she still as a lot to learn of course but she already shows promise.

Annnd the picture of her is under the cut

Keep reading

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Shino's head during class

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You know, we don’t hear much about Tatsuma after that one time. I wonder what he’s doing now..?

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Conversations:

Masato: *knocks on door*

Shikuro: *muffled* no

Masato: ok

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Brief Hiatus

Hi all! Due to real life stuff, I was not reblogging any of the Junebug content people were putting in the tag. Many apologies to all. I will be reblogging the missed content shortly.

Have a great rest of June, everyone.

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2013(?) and 2017

For the first Aburame Appreciation month I drew that top picture (it was September, Shibi’s birth month), so I felt like I needed to draw it again for this one. Same app, same Muta, different years.

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he’s smiling on the inside

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Unbreakable Bonds

Muta sat on the porch of his uncle’s house, watching Shin tend to his garden. The sun kissed his feet, warming them. He’d offer to join him, but he was tired that day.

It wasn’t from physical exhaustion; his last mission was only a couple days ago. He was mentally exhausted. All the incidents and shitty feelings were weighing heavy on him. His insects buzzed about within, carrying on as normal. It seems like even his hive didn’t seem to notice, or even care to. Pretty disheartening, to say the least.

He didn’t like to be alone with his thoughts. Muta would rather be on grueling missions back-to-back than have to acknowledge the things swirling in his head. He’d be sucked into them, losing his sense of time and unaware of the present day. Shattered memories would cut him deeply; he’d see those pained moments and feel those wounds again, as if they were fresh. He would feel cold winds flow through him. Feel hollow. Empty.

But then he’d return.

Muta snapped back to the garden, seeing it empty. Shin laid a hand on his shoulder, his body language asking if he was okay. The man nodded, shifting to face his older brother completely. Shin sat down, relaxing a little bit to help Muta do so as well. He knows his brother better than anyone else; they were so in-tune that their conversations were mostly in silence. He’d been through the same situation. He knew.

The man sighed and rested his head on Shin.

“Shit sucks, man..”

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The Head Medic of the Aburame Clan, around his early forties.

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A sketch a day keeps me from passing out.

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*Cher plays in the background*

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