#( out of chakra. )

[equill]

You missed the mark! (Time Travel)

Extra: Otsutsuki

(they learn Kurama is willingly there)

anndd more sketches to give

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Danse Macabre

[Commission]

[lilac-bramble]

Kiss… with extras…

[narutothoughts]

Au where kakashi, instead of passing out whenever he gets chakra exhausted, just throws up like a dog that went a little too hard on their walk

[whumblr]

Throw out the whole inmate

Crossed out - Continued from ch.13 - Prologue

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A couple days later, Lucas stepped out of his cell, ready for rollcall with a more healthy shade to his complexion and a normal temperature. His fever, luckily, had only lasted a day or two and he had somehow managed to get through the dull but relentless routine of prison life. He had no idea how, though, as the days had passed in a thick fog. But now both his sinuses and his head were clear again.

“Feeling better yet, Varga?” Nero asked in passing. He didn’t stop, just kept walking, stepping past Lucas without so much a glance in his direction, showing that ultimately, he really didn’t care.

Still, Lucas answered like the good inmate he was. “Yes, sir,” he said dutifully, even nodding respectfully at Nero’s back, but he couldn’t help a, “No thanks to you.”

The harsh clanks of boots against the metal walkway stopped and the silence echoed within Lucas’ tightening chest. Shit.

Nero turned, slowly. Stopped halfway for dramatic effect, looking Lucas over, probably looking for signs of a fever delirium. Oh, if only. The only thing that might point in that direction was the bead of sweat now forming on his brow. Not enough to excuse the outburst.

Lucas, like all the other inmates, stared straight ahead, following the military stoicism of everyone else. Pretending very hard that Nero wasn’t glaring daggers at him and that while his neighbours kept their face front, he knew their side-eyes were on him and their thoughts were with him. And not in a good way. Out of the corner of his own eyes, he was very sure that he could see Nero’s lips twitch up into the most microscopic smile.

Two hands grabbed him by the lapels of his grey shirt, dragged him from his spot, fully ignoring his shocked protests, and with unnerving ease swung him full force towards the railing along the walkway. Or, more precisely, towards the floor below.

“No, no, wait, wait!”

His back crashed hard against the railing. And Nero gave him that final shove that tipped him over.

The pressure against his back let up, and his brain gave that full body jolt that he was falling.

But gravity didn’t take over.

He opened his eyes and let out a shaky breath of relief.

Nero kept him up, hands still snagged tight in the lapels of his shirt. Surprisingly, the flimsy cotton did hold his weight. And for once, once in his life, he was very thankful that Nero was so ridiculously strong. His legs still dangled over the railing and he hooked his feet behind the bars, just in case Nero did decide to let go of him.

His head tilted back and he looked up towards the floor under him. About fifteen feet down. Would this fall kill him? Crashing against the concrete below him headfirst? The distance looked brain damaging for sure. Skull cracking even.

Nero lightly shook him to get his attention and Lucas made a very unflattering squeaky sound in the back of his throat as he slid down a little further.

“I can only assume your answer means you weren’t fully awake yet...” Nero rumbled, not unsympathetically.

Lucas grabbed onto that ray of mercy like it was a dangling rope above a ravine. “Yes! Sir! I’m awake now! I’m awake!”

He sought out those cold grey eyes looking down on him, pleading without a word to just not drop him and please get him back up. Nero leered back at him, unimpressed, seemingly considering his next action. Then the fists on the lapels tightened.

With a swift movement Nero pulled him back to a vertical position.

Lucas stumbled lightly, glad to feel firm ground under his feet again. But before he could even fully exhale a breath of relief, Nero easily tilted him off balance again. And with another strong shove smashed him back against wall in front of his cell.

The force blew all air from his lungs. His back exploded in pain and the shock blasted through his entire body. His legs gave out. And Nero finally let go of him.

He crumpled to an unflattering heap, a hand to his chest. He couldn’t breathe! Like something had blocked up in that slam. Or his body just forgot how to go through the motion! He bucked his whole body, dryheaving. Wheezed, gasped, but couldn’t draw in any air. Only a sharp pain stabbed through his torso. He slapped a flat hand against his chest, hoping to jumpstart the muscles to breathe again and break the paralysis, thumped a fist against his sternum.

And finally oxygen spilled into his lungs with a heaving, stuttering gasp. He let himself fall back against the wall, desperately sucking in a next few couple of breaths.

Nero loomed over him, not helping the tension alleviate from his chest one bit.

“Get up.”

Not wanting to waste any precious air on empty words, nor wanting to waste precious seconds testing Nero’s patience, Lucas vigorously nodded. He held up a hand and shuffled to a kneeling position to push himself up. With effort. Pain crackled across his back as his spine straightened again and he knew that the lower backpain of dangling over a thin metal rod was going to follow him for the rest of the day.

He unfolded himself, carefully keeping himself steady with his palm against the wall, and pushed himself up. He tried to get his breathing back under control, taking sharp, shallow intakes of breath through his nose, interrupted every now and then by a hitch or grunt of exertion or pain. He bit it away and looked up at Nero.

“Straighten yourself up.” Nero nodded at Lucas' shirt that had come undone. “Before I have to write you up for breaking the dress code as well.”

Write up, beat up… all the same. But Lucas nodded shakily and obediently tucked his shirt back in. He glanced up at Nero for approval and the man simply nodded.

Then he turned. A ripple went through the half circle of the walkway as every inmate snapped to attention and pretended they hadn’t been watching all that, and Nero resumed the headcount like nothing had happened.

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[trashyvanillabean]

Ok but seeing Orochimaru be apparently entomophobic and running away from bugs during the NH wedding antics makes me think that Part 1 Sasuke would have had a much easier time during the chunin exams if he had Shino in his corner.

Orochimaru shows up to harass Sasuke?

Just send in Shino and his chakra-eating bugs~!

Sasuke: 😶 ���Ah.”

Shino: “Is it that weird snake man…?”

Sasuke: *nods*

Shino: “Got it.” *sends his bugs to where Sasuke’s pointing*

Orochimaru: 😱

Is there an AU where Sasuke is on Kurenai’s team?

[floridecuts]

Another mini comic with Naruto. These 4 pages were inspired by a fanfiction called “come out of the ashes” by SilverStudios5140 on AO3.

The scene depicted here doesn't actually occur in the work, rather it was my imagination how the story could continute afer I read chapter 36. So it's only half a spoiler, for anyone who might be interested to read the story (still, sry for spoilers... ^^').

By the way, this scene plays in the secret base of ROOT. I was lazy with the background, so I guess it's hard to tell... ^^'

Also a short explanation for anyone who's confused about Minato calling Naruto Raijin: The fanfic is a time travel story where Naruto travels to the past to change the future for the better. To hide his real identity he takes on the role of Raijin, Minato's supposed lost younger brother.

Thanks for taking a look! :)

[3416]

omg can u do a collection of auston with lgbtq+ symbols? i don’t think i’ve seen any of the pics u mentioned (love ur blog btw. so much :))

auston matthews and his (probably not that intentional but still meaningful) lgbt support that i will take with me to my grave 🙏

first of all, from this video during the pandemic he did with gq sports about his 10 essentials... he picks slides as one of his ten essentials, including this pair of fluffy ugg ones that were part of a pride collection in trans colors.

there is also THIS picture. it looks like it was from his/someone's story at the time, but i don't know the exact source.... it's one of my favorite images of him on the planet.... standing there in his all black outfit in front of a rainbow like 🧍‍♂️ what compels you?

nike came out with some pride merch with a line called 'betrue' and auston's worn a shirt, as well as some other nike pride stuff below like the air force 1s

on top of this.. earlier this year at tiff, he was seen (flirting) with priyanka, a popular canadian drag queen. here is the vid and a pic below.

he's also always partaken in the pride stickers on the helmets and pride tape despite being very particular and superstitious about his equipment.

which after all the fuss during the season last year... was still meaningful. ANYWAY... that's pretty much everything i know of, but if i'm missing anything .... PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

Artemis Fowl is what happens when you put all your stats into intelligence and have -800 left over for self-awareness

[borealwrites]

Whenever there was a storm, Iruka remembers his parents hiding him away. The barrier seals that cover his windows dull the thunder into a low rumble, like how he remembers the sea, and all he can see through the glass is an inky darkness. Those seals are the first ones they teach him, and they tell him to always have them on hand.

When he’s a little older, he asks why he can’t watch the storm like his friends. They tell him that around when he was born, there was a terrible storm that lasted for weeks. In desperation, his grandfather prayed to the storm gods, offering up his newly born grandson as a sacrifice if they would make them stop. And the storms stopped. Unwilling to let such a fate befall their child, his parents took him and fled to Konoha.

Iruka isn’t sure he believes in storm gods, but he loves his parents. Then the kyuubi comes, and suddenly gods don’t seem so fake anymore. So he covers his room at the orphanage and then his apartment with wards, and bites back the defensiveness when Mizuki makes fun of him. It isn’t the thunder and lightning he’s afraid of, it’s what they could bring.

When storms are coming, he can feel his skin crawl, like someone is watching him. Iruka strengthens the wards on his apartment and doesn’t take missions, instead hiding away in the Hokage Tower, where nobody can touch him. Some storms make it feel like someone if pounding at his barriers. On those nights he tucks himself into the corner of his apartment, as far from his windows as he can, and huddles under a blanket, wishing he weren’t so alone.

But Iruka cannot outrun and avoid storms forever. There’s a stillness in the air when he’s assigned a mission with Hatake Kakashi that he cannot refuse. Overhead the clouds are full and heavy with rain, and there’s a tinge of ozone that sets Iruka’s nerves on edge. Thunder rumbles in the distant sky when they find the enemy’s trail, and the clouds burst upon first clash.

It takes every bit of Iruka’s skill to keep from being overwhelmed. The enemy is too strong, and his heart too soft. All the warnings his parents repeated tug at him, and he’s too distracted.

Lightning strikes the tree that Iruka’s opponent is crouched in, close enough he can feel the heat. The air is saturated with enough chakra that Iruka feels drunk off it, even as it makes his hair stand on end. Blinking to clear the searing light from his eyes, Iruka chokes on a gasp.

Before him stands Kakashi, his arm buried in the chest of the now very crispy enemy ninja, sparks of electricity arcing almost lazily across his body. With a flick of his wrist Kakashi’s arm is free, and he glares down at the corpse. Something feels wrong, and while Iruka’s common sense screams at him to move, he feels rooted to the spot. Two eyes, one storm cloud grey and the other heat lightning red, lock onto his.

Kakashi’s hand, the one that had just killed a man, cups Iruka’s cheek. Once, while experimenting with seals, Iruka had shocked himself with a raiton based seal. It had hurt, and left his arm numb for two days. The merest brush of Kakashi’s fingers brings the same feelings for half a second before subsiding into a strange tingling sensation.

“I can finally touch you, my Iruka, my bride,” Kakashi’s voice was a low growl, an almost predatory sound that made Iruka jerk back. As soon as he broke contact with Kakashi, it seemed like all of Iruka’s strength left him. Like a puppet with cut strings he collapsed, and was only saved by Kakashi gathering him into his arms.

“Rest, Iruka. I’ll take care of everything else,” Kakashi cooed, and Iruka found himself helpless to resist. His last thought before he sank into unconsciousness was if his parents would be disappointed he didn’t fight harder.

This can now be found, in an expanded version, on Ao3

[lilac-bramble]

Putting him back together again…

[avengernomore]

I know that Deidara trained his eye to see through genjutsu but Considering that Kakashi couldn't see through or beat Itachi's Tsukuyomi... I seriously doubt that Deidara would have had any better luck. Hell, Deidara would probably have fared worse against it.

[nitewrighter]

Smoke weed + jack off + fall asleep is basically like when you finally shut your computer down to do all those system updates you've been putting off.

[comikas-fandom-dump]

Jiraiya has a trickster mentor teaching style, a habit of either telling Naruto that he needs to figure things out himself, or disregarding him when he doesn’t understand what’s being taught. How is Naruto supposed to learn to do something if he hasn't been taught to do it? This doesn’t aid him in learning anything. I am of the firm belief that if Jiraiya had actually explained to Naruto how to do the Rasengan step by step in a way that Naruto could understand, like Kakashi while training Naruto and Gamakichi while Naruto was training with Fukasaku, Naruto would have learned the Rasengan faster than four and a half weeks.

Context

Probably 🤔 Jiraiya knows that he is dealing with what is - to be entirely blunt - an idiot. Naturally, Naruto would take much longer to learn new jutsus. Naturally, he would need more guidance. And let's be real because this is the entire reason people seek out teachers in the first place: Providing guidance because the process would take an eternity otherwise. And yet, Jiraiya decides to withhold it.

And that's all besides the point that Jiraiya's teaching methods are actively endangering Naruto if I'm not mistaken?

Naruto is a target of the Akatsuki, meaning it is in his best interest to learn the new jutsu quick.

Naruto keeps on wasting his chakra on training and will, therefore, be borderline defenseless toward the evening.

Naruto is currently outside the village, meaning that Jiraiya is the only person who can protect Naruto in the case of an attack.

Jiraiya isn't even there to keep an eye on Naruto, let alone his training.

Again, perhaps the idea was to build character. Hard work and perseverance and all (let's ignore how it otherwise defeats the theme of cooperation in Naruto). But considering how Jiraiya has been neglecting his duty as a godfather, protector, and responsible adult multiple times over now, I almost feel like he just couldn't care less...

[moonlightsapphic]

hiii desi sapphics on my dash!! ❤️‍🔥

*grabs your face and makes you look at this*

(you’re welcome <333 ok bye now! 👋)

[iamlostonthepathoflife]

do you guys think hashirama ever cast 'hay fever no jutsu' and if so does it classify as a forbidden technique

(my guess is, tobirama came up with it)