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Just got back from seeing the live action HTTYD movie!! Now let me say that I had pretty high expectations for this movie as the original still remains my Favorite Film of All Time Ever and I was actually SHOCKED at how good it was. Disney take notes bc THAT is how you do a live action movie. It was so faithful to the original down to the actual shots, music and camera direction, I was actually in awe at how they essentially just copied the original film practically line for line. Ofc there were a couple changes here and there, some added dialogue and character interactions, but overall it was super close to the original. I had legitimate goosebumps during the test flight scene AGH they captured everything so well and as a diehard HTTYD fan since 2010 I’m so so happy with how well they captured the essence of the original 😭

Anyway if you’ve been debating over going to see it after being disappointed time and time again by Disney’s shitty live action remakes PLEASE give this one a shot. Dreamworks did it right and they should be praised for a fantastic job well done 👏

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WRONG ACCOUNT! #smau #hoshinasoshiro #f!reader

you are a promising new member of the third division who, for some reason, is always given a hard time by your vice-captain. to vent your frustrations you decide to reply to a twitter fanbase’s anonymous confession, only to find out that your post was not so anonymous after all...?!

started 6/9　　⎯⎯　completed 8/1

warnings: female reader, language, use of ‘kms/kys’ jokes, suggestive jokes, ignore the time stamps, none of the art is mine unless stated

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00 | prologue: crush your enemies!

01 | anonymous confession time!

02 | on a scale of 1-10...

03 | silence, traitor.

04 | and the crowd goes wild

05 | how much i like you ✏️

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So many twist and turns now my heart is healed(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

chapter 5

pairing: hoshina soshiro x f! reader

genre: romance, angst

wc: 5k

summary: you've loved soshiro since you were seven. he will always place his duty above you.

chapt 1 / chapt 2 / chapt 3 / chapt 4 / chapt 5

There is much to speak about, so much to talk about. Hoshina Soshiro says that he loves you, and you’re not sure what that truly means for you, but your brother’s wedding is not the time to discuss all of that. 

“We should get back. Someone’s going to come looking for us.” 

He grips you tighter. “Let them”, he declares, cheeky grin warm against your mouth. “Stay out here with me tonight.” 

“C’mon, we can’t stay here for too long.” You forcibly extract yourself from the tangle of his arms, and he whines, a needy child deprived of his favourite toy. “Oh gods, there’s lipstick on your mouth”, you exclaim in horror.

“Leave it”, he dodges your attempts at dabbing him with tissue.

“Don’t be ridiculous, if you appear back inside looking like this, people will talk -”

“Let them talk”, he says, smirking shamelessly. “I want everyone to know.” 

“Absolutely not”, you snap, pulling at his collar to get him close enough for you to clean him up, but he just uses the opportunity to capture your mouth again. It’s preposterous, the way he manages to turn your brain into mush with just the press of his lips. You have to scrabble at your last remaining brain cell to regroup your train of thought. 

“Soshiro!” you squeal, swatting at him. “Stop it!” 

“Fine, fine”, he laughs boyishly. The sound sends another wave of helpless affection in your stomach, but you strengthen your resolve and rub all evidence of - of what you’ve been up to, well, before, off of his mouth. 

“You’re ridiculous”, you say, throwing his haori off your shoulders, shoving it into a ball against his chest. 

“Ridiculously in love with you”, he quips, and you groan at his cheesiness. 

“C’mon”, you push yourself onto your feet, balancing precariously on your crutches. “Let’s get back before anyone finds us out here.” 

He grumbles in protest when you point blank refuse to allow him to princess carry you back into the ballroom. You will not let him make a scene at your brother’s wedding. It’s already manifestly obvious to anyone with eyes what you’ve both been up to, his hair a dark, tousled mess, his bottom lip red and swollen - and you suppose you mirror him, though you don’t dare to check. 

You try to insist on entering the ballroom separately, but he keeps his hand on the small of your back. It’s a good thing that you left at the tail-end of the wedding when all scheduled events are over, making your disappearance less conspicuous, but his lean, lithe figure never fails to turn heads, especially when he follows you back to your seat like a shadow, delivering you back to your parents with a promise that he’ll be back. 

You want to melt under the table as your younger cousin's jaws’ drop simultaneously. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” they demand, clambering over each other to interrogate you. 

“We’re friends”, you insist. 

It’s not a lie. You haven’t had the chance to scope out what all of this means, where exactly you stand, what he wants from you, but from the way his shoulders stiffen, his gaze resting heavy on your back even as dessert is served, you know he’s chomping at the bit to exhibit his disagreement with your statement in a very visible way.  

“No”, you mouth at him when you manage to get everyone’s attention off you. 

‘You just wait’, he mouths back, folding his arms, sticking his tongue out at you. 

You are glad he manages to behave himself until the festivities are over and you’ve completed your remaining duty to stand by your parents and thank each and every guest for their attendance at your brother’s weddings. His parents smile warmly at you, his mother even holding up the line of exiting guests to invite you out to dinner with them - ‘an opportunity to eat some good unagi’, she says, looking inordinately pleased with herself, your parents looking on and nodding indulgently. 

“Nauseating”, Sochiro pretends to retch. “My little brother’s been staring at you all night.” 

“The toilet’s that way if you’ve had too much to drink”, you call after him sweetly. His mother drags him away by his ear. 

You know Soshiro’s approaching you when your cousins’ eyes threaten to bug out of their sockets. “May I steal her away?” he asks your parents, hand flat against your back, electricity zipping up your spine. 

“I’m busy - “ you try to ward him off with an excuse, but your parents wave you off. 

“I’ll take care of her from here”, he says solemnly, a promise. 

“I’m being kidnapped”, you inform your parents, whose only reaction is to blithely tell you both to have fun and stay safe. You’re glad he doesn’t make more of a scene in front of everyone, but he still can’t resist sweeping you up into his arms once the doors to the ballroom close behind you. “Where are we going?!” you shriek, as he slides you into a waiting car in the lobby, his family’s driver handing the keys over to him.  

“We’re going somewhere private so I can convince you that we’re not just friends’, he replies, winding the car through the brightly lit streets of the city. 

You huff, head rolling against the headrest. “You know I only said that because -” 

“-’cos you’re embarrassed?” 

“Absolutely not”, you snap, sitting up straight. “Anyone with a working brain could never be embarrassed of being associated with you -”, you break off as he starts grinning. “You’re just fishing for a compliment now, aren’t you -” 

“Oh no, no”, he laughs, turning the car out of the city into the quieter, residential suburbs where his family’s resided for generations. “But please, feel free to keep goin’ on, I rather like hearing you sing my praises -” 

“You’re incorrigible”, you fold your arms. 

“Yeah”, he replies, reaching over to hold your hand. “But that’s what you love about me, isn’t it?” 

You squeeze his hand in reply. 

He stops the car at a park, where you and he used to play when you were children, the metal frame of the playground corrugated and rusting but still standing, sturdy enough to hold your weight as he settles you against it. You’re grateful that there’s just a lone street lamp illuminating the playground, the light amber and low, hiding the heat in your cheeks when he leans in close enough for you to see count each crinkle at the corner of his eyes. 

“So”, he says huskily. “Are we really just friends?” 

Your first instinct is to run far away from him (if your legs would hold up), because the truth is, you’re scared. You don’t know what the future has in store for you both. You don’t know if he can do his duty while leaving space in his life for you, especially if you’re still going to be in Osaka for the foreseeable future, more than three hundred miles away. 

But life’s too short for you to be governed by fear. You hammer your spine straight. 

“When I was - in a coma”, he makes a noise of distress in his throat, shifting to hover protectively over you, “I had - I’m not quite sure what it was, really - and I know this sounds like I’m going crazy, but I’m not, I promise -” 

“Go on”, he urges, hand on your hip to steady you. 

You tell him about the girl with sad eyes who loved the boy with midnight hair. You tell him how, in every lifetime, it’s the boy’s destiny to only live for his duty, the girl’s fate to live with a broken heart. 

“It scares me”, you say. “It makes me wonder if there is any hope for us.”

He stays quiet for a while. It’s a relief that he doesn’t laugh at you, but when he lapses into silence, you can hear the beat of your heart in your throat. You open your mouth to downplay your words, suddenly anxious that you’ve said too much, he must think you’ve lost your mind, but Soshiro finally speaks, his words slow and measured. 

“I won’t deny that I’ve always put my duty first my entire life”, he replies. “And I can’t promise that I’ll ever stop. It’s my duty to use my skills to hunt kaijus, just like my ancestors who’ve come before me.”

You nod. “I don’t expect you to stop doing any of that.”  

“I know you don’t”, he says, his fingers slotting between yours, bringing your joined hands up to his lips. “That doesn’t mean I can’t do my duty while doin’ right by you”, he says, voice so thick with sincerity that you have to catch your breath. “Give me a chance to show you I can do both.” 

“Let’s both do our best”, you say against his mouth. 

He kisses you again and again, as if sealing his promise with his lips. 

The distance between Osaka and Tokyo remains an obstacle to his promise. 

He tries his best, continues to visit you on his days off from work, takes you out on dates, outings to cafes where you both talk for hours on end, activities when your legs are finally mended enough to carry your weight without aid. He keeps in touch with you when he’s away, sends you bubbles of his thoughts in between training and patrols, funny videos that he thinks you might like. 

When the doctors finally clear you, you decide to meet him halfway. “I’m moving back to Tokyo”, you tell him over a call. There’s nothing but static for a while, before you hear him give a huge whoop. It leaves you grinning for days. 

Your job’s still waiting for you when you move back. The transition from convalescence to full-time physical activity overwhelms you at first, even when your physiotherapist gives you the greenlight. Your legs still feel like jelly, muscle mass dissipated from your long period of inactivity, but Soshiro sends you his encouragement, texts you his suggestions for exercises to rebuild your strength. Your colleagues rally around you, giving you the confidence to pick up your hammer and tongs again. 

Your parents drive you and your pots of plants back to Tokyo, where you secure a little apartment in a quiet neighbourhood, nicely situated near Izumo Tech, not too far away from Tachikawa base. They’re overly eager to get you out of their house, though they deny it when you sourly point it out. 

“We just want to make sure you and Hoshina-kun get to see each other more”, they tell you. 

“My parents are throwing me at your head”, you inform him via text. 

He sends you a laughing emoji. “My mother’s planning our wedding. She’s convinced that Sochiro’s a hopeless case, so I’m her only shot at seein’ one of her sons married off.” 

You snort, shaking your head. His mother had indeed made such comments all throughout the unagi dinner she hounded Soshiro into bringing you. You’ve known the family since you were a child, but you still harboured worries that they might think you fall short of their son. Your family’s worked with his for generations, but the Hoshina clan is wealthy, well established, not like your family’s working class roots. 

But your worries are unfounded, because she forces you to take the fattest slices of unagi, much to the disgust of Sochiro, who was also threatened into attendance, scolds Soshiro’s father when he tries to talk shop with you, tersely reminding the men of her family that she wants ‘one dinner where the family can talk about something non-kaiju related, so she can finally get to know her future daughter-in-law she’s been waiting her whole life for’. 

You want to sink under the table and combust at the same time. Soshiro mirrors your expression. 

Sochiro glares. “Why does everyone think I’m incapable of findin’ someone.” 

His mother smiles serenely, patting his hand. “Cos you’re you, m’dear. And that’s quite alright.” 

You and Soshiro burst into laughter at Sochiro’s expression of disgust. 

It’s not as if your relationship with Soshiro is smooth-sailing, even when you’ve moved to Tokyo. Your fears haunt you still, especially when he has to blow off some of your dates, occasionally going a week without seeing you because of work. And even when you get him to yourself, his work has a pesky way of getting between you.

He’s mouthing your name into the hollow of your throat, hand on your hip slipping into your waistband. He’s right where you want him - perhaps he could be moving a little faster, but then his phone buzzes and he immediately rolls off you. 

“Duty calls”, he tells you. “I’m really sorry.” 

“It’s fine”, you say, though you stay on your bed staring at your ceiling for a good half hour after he leaves. 

It’s difficult to keep those ugly insecurities in check, and they eat at you, a festering wound that gnaws away at your insides, but you’re reluctant to raise your unhappiness. Your time with Soshiro is so limited, and you don’t want to come across as ungrateful or insecure. 

But it’s impossible to hide anything from Soshiro. 

“It’s obvious you’re unhappy”, he says, looping his arm around you when you next meet. “Talk to me.” 

“It’s a waste of time -” 

“No it isn’t”, he cuts in, cupping your face in warm, steady hands. “I always wanna listen to what you have to say.”

“Always?”, you say, burying your face in his shoulder. “That’s a bold claim.” 

“That’s a promise”, he says with a chuckle. “So, spill.” 

It takes the edge off your fear and unhappiness when you bring them out into the sun. You feel better with your gripes out in the open, acknowledged by Soshiro. To his credit, he really tries his best, and it’s the effort he puts into you appreciate. He schedules his weapon checks to coincide with your lunch breaks, just so you can spend a few more precious minutes with him. 

It’s fortunate that your work also gives you an excuse to see him from time to time. You’re called in to adjust the hilt of his blade, to compensate for the minute change in his grip whenever he wears the Number 10 suit. Its sentience frightens you, now that you see it up close for yourself, its will jostling against Soshiro, debating the best way to attack, never defend, and you nearly jump right out of your skin when the metal tail slithers up behind you, curling around your ankle. 

“This human isn’t too useless”, you hear a metallic, disjointed voice say. “But you’re distracted around it.” 

Soshiro kicks the tail. “Oi, she’s not useless”, he says hotly. “She’s the reason I’m even here.” 

“Oh ho”, the suit chuckles. “Is this the sentiment that humans talk about? I don’t understand it, myself but it’s interesting to see it up close.” 

You bend over to run your hand over the suit’s metal scales. “Don’t give Hoshina-kun a hard time, okay? You can’t go apeshit and destroy things if you don’t work together properly.” 

It rumbles its approval, almost like a cat purring, its tail tightening around your shin. Soshiro, eyes narrowed, immediately orders you out of the testing ground. “It likes you too much”, he complains, once he’s stripped off the suit and out of the earshot of his colleagues. “Says you understand it - it’s a fuckin’ kaiju, it doesn’t even know you -”

“Are you jealous of your own suit?” you giggle at the absurdity of the situation. 

“‘Course not”, he says too quickly. “I’m just tryin’ to keep you safe.” 

“From a suit turned suitor?” you tease. “Jealous you have competition?” 

He pouts. “I just don’t like to share”, he admits sheepishly. “I already don’t get enough time to spend with you, now this damn kaiju suit thinks it can sweet talk you -” 

You burst out laughing. He kisses you to shut you up. 

Beyond work, you keep yourself busy with your plants and pottery lessons, and remind yourself that he can’t help when a kaiju pops up, and one of the many reasons you love him is for his drive and determination to fulfil his duty. He comes to you once, slightly abashed, with yonju guts all over his form. 

“Sorry I’m late. Had a yonju pop up just as I was leavin’ base”, when you gape at him. 

You drag him into your bathroom, ordering him to strip. He waggles his eyebrows at you, but you grab the showerhead and sit him between your knees. He leans his head against your thighs as you scrub shampoo through his dark hair and talks about his day. 

Softly, he asks. “Am I doin’ things right by you?”

“D’you even need to ask?” you reply lightly, building a crown of soap suds on his head. “You’ve done your duty and more and you make me so damn proud. Just - just make sure you always come back to me.” 

You can feel his smile unfurl against your skin. 

You fall into a comfortable rhythm. A year passes and it’s summer again.  

Your house is filled with a sea of blooms when Soshiro buys you two huge pots bursting with hydrangeas and violets. Then he takes a week off work and spends it stuffing you with endless bowls of kakigori, taking you out to all the parades, lantern lightings and firework festivals across Tokyo. 

“I made a promise”, he says when you question him, bemused by his sudden enthusiasm for summertime activities. “Plus, if I stuff myself with shaved ice, I won’t have stomach to steal your ice cream again.” 

“You stay away from my fridge or I’ll strangle you”, you laughingly threaten him. 

He buys another bowl of kakigori to share with you, laden with golden peaches. Well, it’s a win win for you both so you don’t interrogate him further. It’s a treat to see Soshiro dressed up in a cotton yukata, cheerfully buying an armful of food from street vendors to snack on while watching the night sky explode in colour beside you. 

At the end of the week, you both take the train back to Osaka for obon, Sochiro refusing to drive you both on the basis that he’s allergic to being a third wheel. You retort by sending him the numbers of your colleagues who find him cute, ‘though you have no idea why’, you qualify, and he sends you rude gifs in response.

You drop by the Hoshina estate to spend time with Soshiro’s family. Everything remains as it was when you were a child, perhaps the way it has been in past lifetimes, the manicured bonsai trees, the precisely raked ripples in white gravel. Soshiro asked you to wait for him in the courtyard where you first met him as a child of seven, where the ghosts of your childhood linger. You’re a few minutes too early, so you seek shade from the sun’s glare in a sitting room with a familiar looking katana.  

An echo of a past dream draws you in. “He died in battle”, you read the caption below the blade softly to yourself. “His body was never found.” 

(a boy who does his duty too well) 

(and what of love, a girl asks) 

In another lifetime, that could’ve been Soshiro. In this lifetime, it still could be Soshiro. 

Distantly, you hear Soshiro call your name, waking you from your daydream. Warm hands rest on your shoulders, turning you to face him. “Not with your blade in my hand”, he says - and of course, Soshiro knows your thoughts, even if you don’t put them into words. “Not in this lifetime.” 

The blade gleams in the lamplight. But the ring that Soshiro presents you sparkles in the summer sun. 

Hand over mouth, you watch with wide eyes as he drops to one knee. 

“In this lifetime”, his hands shake as he threads your fourth finger with his ring. “Let me always come home to you.” 

In this lifetime, violets bloom throughout the year, improbable as it may be. In this lifetime, the boy still does his duty, but is not a stranger to love. In this lifetime, the girl’s heart is battered and bruised but ultimately is welded whole again, unbroken. In this lifetime, against the odds, your dreams bear fruit, your love awaits you. 

“Tadaima”, you say. Welcome home. 

“Okaerie”, he replies, nearly falling over when you throw your arms around his neck. I’m home. 

a/n: ty for hanging with me these past month and indulging me in my love for one hoshina soshiro. i'm not sure when i'll write again, but i'm forever grateful that you've given me and this fic another chance - do check out my other fics if you love this one!

love always, nikki.

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Thanks for @belit0 and @shiori01 for fueling my creative juice and for the content. So as thank you, i present....

FUYUMI FANART

Granduncle Izuna and Little Fuyumi he totally not give her cotton candy as a hush treat

Grandpa Madara showing Izuna his grandbaby

Eating Fuyumi! Nom nom nom.... Outfit came from the story of the rich party that she and Raizen dragged attended

And Finally A COLORED FUYUMI

We will not talk about how i give her a different name

Did i have a Fuyumi brainrot? Yes. Did i had a feeling of wanting to squish her cheeks and kiss her because of her chibi form? ABSOLUTELY!

Thank you @belit0 and @shiori01 again for giving the community food (content) and me my creative fuel today.😌. Now enjoy looking at Fuyumi's cuteness and her chibi form.

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You know whats more heart wrenching than a heartbreak? Its the realization that your running out of fanfics to read and start to (1) make your own (2) starting to make scenarios in your head (3) or starting to look for a really good fandom that will quench your thirst, and meet all the criteria that you like.... And found that its dead 😔

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

There’s never a bad time to have a TMNT marathon. 

You can watch the entire 1987 series by clicking here!

You can see the 2003 series by clicking here!

You can watch the 2012 series by clicking here!

But wait, there’s more!

Want to watch The Next Mutation series? Click here!      - Here’s where you can watch the TMNT/Power Rangers crossover episode!

And of course, the movies! 

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990)? No problem, click here!

Go ninja, go ninja, go! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: Secret of the Ooze (1991) is right here!

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III (1993) would be located here!

TMNT (2007) can be watched here!

Wanna see Turtles Forever (2009)? Here is where you need to click!

Knock knock, you about to get shellshocked! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014) movie here!

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Not him trying (failing) to distract himself from what he did 😂...

And him just ignoring a probably important announcement, his like "ugh😑 this beaches again... You aint my boo so ignore"

When he got her message I was like "same dude same" while cackling...."kicked his feet, and giggled(?!)" 😌👌✨ ahhhhhh to be complimented by your crush

Modern Mafia au

Kskdkd

Where Raizen was playing his bass and sending it to Fuyumi, boy is trying to impress her kskfkd

Waiting for her feedback

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSr9a89fV/

Immediately setting his phone Done like trying not to overthink about it fhjk

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSr95c5pK/

Him after receiving Fuyumi's feedback dgghnn

Raizen is literally me when I was still dating my now boyfriend, waiting for his replies to my texts

He’d played it twelve times before hitting record.

Sitting at the edge of his bed, bass balanced neatly over his thigh, back straight like he was being judged by a panel of ghosts.

The curtains were drawn, soft sunlight filtering in, brushing over the polished body of the bass like it belonged in a gallery.

He adjusted the angle of his phone. Just enough to show the strings. His hands. The steady rise and fall of the instrument against his chest.

No face. No voice. Just the song.

And his fingers moved—

Fluid.

Precise.

Almost tender.

The rhythm like something pulled from his chest, translated into notes.

He barely breathed as he played.

This wasn’t a school assignment. This wasn’t for his teachers. Not even for himself.

This was for her.

The last note rang out, clear and low, like the thrum of rain before it hits the ground.

He sent the video to Fuyumi before he could overthink it again.

Then promptly threw the phone onto the bed like it was cursed.

Raizen stood.

Walked to the door.

Walked back.

Sat. Stood again.

Tried to read something. Couldn't focus.

Opened a drawer. Closed it.

He crossed his arms tightly and glanced over his shoulder at the bed.

The phone was still there. Silent.

He walked by it once. Twice.

Sat beside it.

Then laid flat on the floor and sighed as if carrying the weight of all emotional vulnerability known to mankind.

Then—

Buzz.

His entire body tensed.

He flipped around, crawled to the bed, grabbed the phone with trembling fingers—

Nope.

Group chat. Something about school.

Worthless.

His expression fell like a dying flower.

He sank into his sheets, hoodie hood over his face like he was mourning his own social courage.

Then—

Buzz.

This time, slower. Cautious. Hopeful but guarded.

And there it was: Fuyumi.

"That was so good... I didn't know you could play like that. The tone was so smooth. I really liked it."

A beat.

Then—

"I replayed it three times already. Send more sometime?"

Raizen didn’t breathe for a moment.

He stared at the screen.

Then he buried his face into the pillow and let out the most undignified giggle of his life.

Legs kicked once. Twice.

Then a full-body sprawl like he’d just won the emotional lottery.

Muffled squeaks of joy into his comforter.

He rolled over, face flushed, grinning like an idiot no one had ever seen.

Not at school. Not at home.

Only here, in the safety of his room, where her words still lit up the screen.

He replayed her messages like she’d replayed the song.

Then whispered into the pillow, completely gone:

–I’m so doomed.

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Vegeta, in a daze after getting beaten up in a fight: I’m fine… I love you, Bulma…

Bulma, panicking: HE’S NOT FINE!!

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Hello dearie , if you are free , can you write the reactions of Madara and Izuna learning that Raizen and Fuyumi kissed during the slow dance of their prom party ? Thank uuu...

ASKDHSJAKDHAKSDH YES @shiori01 you gonna love this

Let me give you all a show

The meeting had been going fine—by Uchiha standards.

Madara was ranting about port logistics, Obito was half-listening with his cheek in his hand, Itachi hovered in cold silence near the maps, and Indra sat at the head of the table, unreadable.

Izuna was chewing gum again, ran out of cigarettes.

Then it happened.

A wet pop cracked the air as Izuna stopped scrolling his phone mid-bite.

He blinked. Tilted his head. –Huh.–

Shisui looked up from his seat by the window. –What, another fucked up meme?

Izuna flipped the phone around, casually, like it meant nothing.

–Nah. Just Raizen and Fuyumi making out at prom.

Silence.

The entire table froze.

Obito choked on his drink.

Itachi didn’t even blink, just turned slowly, mechanically, like his soul had left his body.

Madara—Madara went still. The kind of still that animals go before a natural disaster.

Indra blinked once.

–…What?– Madara said, voice paper-thin.

–You heard me.– Izuna grinned. –They kissed. Prom. Cute lighting. Lips and all.–

He zoomed in with his thumb and held up the phone again, wiggling it.

The photo wasn’t subtle.

It was them—Raizen, stiff-backed in his pressed suit, Fuyumi clutching his shoulders shyly, leaning in.

Lips brushing.

Soft lighting behind them.

A terrible floral backdrop.

Obito leaned closer. –Yo. That’s a kiss. Like, a real kiss. With depth.–

Shisui leaned in too, squinting. –And tilt. Look at the head angle. That's not “oops” territory, that's “I’ve thought about this for weeks.”–

–Why would you even say that.– Itachi muttered.

Madara still hadn’t moved.

Then, slowly—slowly—he stood.

His hands were on the table. His mouth parted.

And he whispered:

–I sent her to prom in a dress I ironed.–

Shisui whistled. –You ironed? That’s love. And betrayal now.–

Madara’s eyes snapped to Indra. –Did you know.–

Indra, calm as ever, nodded once. –Suspected.–

Madara’s voice rose an octave. –You suspected? And you let it happen? .........–

–They’re fourteen. I let him attend the event. Not start a bloodline.

Izuna slumped back in his chair, still grinning. –Honestly, I’m relieved. I’d rather Fuyumi kiss Raizen than some hormone-drenched brat from a public school with fake earrings and a vape pen.–

Madara whipped around. –She’s my granddaughter! She’s a baby! She still sleeps with her stuffed crow!–

–That’s kind of sweet, actually.– Obito muttered.

Shisui added, –Raizen’s a good kid. Sharp. Wouldn’t do anything dumb unless it’s on purpose.–

–Oh, he planned this. Look at his hand on her waist. That’s generational confidence.– Izuna added, tapping the screen.

–Stop narrating the photo like it’s a crime scene.– Itachi snapped.

Shisui, legs kicked up on another chair now, tapped his chin. –Maybe we should just lean in. Plan the wedding. It’s a strong alliance. Symbolic, you know. The heir of Indra and the blood of Madara. Real power couple stuff.–

–They’re fourteen!– Madara roared.

–Fourteen and charming. I want matching outfits at the family barbecue next week.- Izuna finished.

Obito snorted. –Tuxedo T-shirts. “Uchiha & Uchiha: Prom Edition.”–

Madara looked like he was about to burst into flames.

Indra, meanwhile, hadn’t moved. –They’re not engaged. They kissed. We move on.–

–You move on. I’m digging a moat around the house.- Madara barked.

–Don’t be fucking dramatic.– Izuna said.

-Says the man who casually approached Fuyumi’s science teacher with a knife because he “smiled too long during parent-teacher night”-

–He was. You saw his mustache.

Shisui raised a brow. –Should we... be concerned about Fuyumi’s ability to choose men, though? I mean... Raizen is basically Indra with better posture. No offense, cousin.–

Obito nodded sagely. -Mini version but with more emotional control.-

Shisui added, -You should thank Ivy, Madara. Could be worse.-

Madara sat back down and buried his face in his hands. –Worse? Are you fucking...- I’m calling Makoto.–

–What’s she gonna do? Ground her for being loved?– Izuna asked, deadpan.

–Ground you when she finds out you showed us the photo.– Itachi said, still cold, still miserable.

Izuna blinked. –...Shit.–

Indra stood. –Meeting adjourned. We’ll return to the port issue later.–

Obito mumbled, –And by ‘later’ he means after he threatens Raizen with a sword in the garden.–

Indra paused, turned slightly, and stared at Obito.

Obito raised both hands. –Respectfully. Lovingly. With guidance.–

Indra left without a word.

Madara stood too, but shakier. –If she smiles at him, I’ll lose it.–

–Good. I'll be there for you, brother.– Izuna smirked.

Shisui, stretching, shook his head. –Fourteen-year-old romance causing a mafia-wide identity crisis. Peak Uchiha.–

Itachi, already by the door, muttered.

–Next time, someone just send a cat meme.

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Wisteria Whisk - Part 2

Hey everyone!

The second part of the Wisteria Whisk collection is here! This time, I wanted to add lots of decorative food to help fill up your bakeries. I made new shelves which can showcase all basket and tray pastries I made for this set. As I mentioned in an earlier WIP post, I tweaked the wood colors a bit, so I also went back and updated the previous set with the new shades. If you want everything to match nicely, please redownload the first set!

Some additional information: The tray holder has slots that fit the tray items perfectly! It might be a bit tricky to find the exact placement, but the slots are in the center of each layer, so aim for that.

The baskets of baked goods and tray of sweets have multiple mesh variations, so changing the swatch will not only change the color but also the object itself. This way they don't take up too much catalog space.

The shelves include rotated slots, which I had to set as fixed so if you place there an item it stays rotated. If you want to reset the rotation of a slotted item, just place it somewhere else first, then it will return to its default straight position.

I hope you’ll enjoy this set as much as I enjoyed making it, though I have to admit, working on all these food items made me very hungry during texturing. :D

As I mentioned earlier, I’ll be starting the third part of the collection a little later, since I’ll be walking the Camino de Santiago next week. So there won’t be any WIPs during that time but once I’m back, I’ll jump into working on the next (and probably final) part of the bakery set. Though who knows, that might still change depending on how I feel.

For the next part, I’m planning to add kitchen items and a coffee bar that matches the other display pieces. I’m really excited to get started on it!

Let me know what you think of this set or if you run into any issues! I was so frustrated today, was almost done when I spotted a small problem and ended up spending hours fixing it. So I really hope everything works smoothly now!

Lastly thank you so much for reaching 20 000 followers on Patreon! I'm so thankful for all of you!

The Set Includes

Display Shelves (2 sizes)

Basket of Baked Goods 1 (bagels, 2 types of buns)

Basket of Baked Goods 2 (pretzels, croissants, breads)

Big Basket of Baguettes

Tray Holder Trolley

Tray Sweets 1 (cream puffs, eclairs, empty tray)

Tray Sweets 2 (croissants, pastries, empty tray)

Menu Board (2 sizes)

Wall Basket Baguettes

Wall Basket Buns

New York Rolls

Pretzel Stand

Wall Tiles

Wall Tiles and Paint

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CARTER HAIR BY IMVIKAI

BASE GAME COMPATIBLE

24 EA SWATCHES

TEEN-ELDER

HAT COMPATIBLE

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VIOLA HAIR BY IMVIKAI

BASE GAME COMPATIBLE

24 EA SWATCHES

TEEN-ELDER

HAT COMPATIBLE

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Temari and her boys

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