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komehyappyou · 2 years

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Naruto jinnosho/4thDatabook timeline Strange..

In some corner of character pages, some tell event dates. I flipped through the book, and found 29 of them. I think it's all of it. Let's construct timeline. y = years ago from 4th war end. (character)

??y (Kaguya) - Kaguya subdued neverending conflict, and so was called a goddess, and gained people's respect. ~67y (Tobirama) - Hashirama becomes Hokage, As Shodai's counselor, as 2nd Hokage, Tobirama made cold/composed organization structure. ~66y (Madara) - Madara leaves Konoha, becomes missing nin. Madara's beliefs unable to gain support by his fellow members. Alone, chose the path of Konoha rebellion. ~66y (Oonoki) - Younger days was completely defeated by Madara, idiom(unable to lift hand,feet -> so powerless/outmatched as if Oonoki was paralyzed.). In the depths of hopelessness, the shine of his will weakened.

~??y 2nd great War

~31y (Hiruzen) - As part of a group of Tobirama's elite guard corps, worked on a unified mission with Danzo, and Homura, etc, ~31y (Danzo) - With Hiruzen thet (idiom)polish/sharpen each other, Danzo dreamed of the Hokage's position. ~31y (Tsunade) - Tsunade's will comprised of dreams of her loved ones. To become Hokage, To protect everyone, Mid-Ambition, his life was lost. Dan's desires that Tsunade inherits. many jp fans believe Tobirama died in 2nd Shinobi war also. if you believe it, then we can estimate Hokage terms like this...

1st (Hashirama) 67y-55?y. ~12y+ term, Tsunade's age. Doesn't make sense for Tsunade to be granddaughter.

2nd(Tobirama) 55?y-31y, ~19y- term, 67-31=36y + 24(Izuna's death age) = +60s years old. Seems fit Hashirama's first person pronoun change from jump magazine to book. "washi"(old man) -> "ore"(normal male pronoun in anime, but rough in real life. ),Tobirama keeps "washi", so sounds old.

3rd(Hiruzen) 33y-18y, 17y-4y, 26y term; 4th(Minato) 1y term;

5th(Tsunade) ~4y term,since after 4th war quits i think

6th(Kakashi) +10years guess because comic in zainosho.

7th(Naruto) few years, short for now...

~31y (Killer Bee) - To close the gap between A's strength, Bee struggled to complete Double Lariat.

~29y (Nagato) - childish days Nagato sole wish "To protect Yahiko and Konan" as he told his teacher. But even that could not come true. ~28y (Konan) - Days of happy studying, by spending time among Yahiko and Nagato, fostered in desire for peace. ~27y (Kushina) - As a child, her red hair was embodiment of her inferiority complex. Because of Minato's few words, she was able to appreciate herself. ~26y (Might Guy) - Even when told sarcasm, takes it positively. Even now, with his fist up high, that's the unchanging foward-facing Guy, himself.

~??y 3rd great War

~22y (Mei) - Village of Blood Mist's grusome affair! Once Kirakakure's village had bad habit "To make Students kill each other" that even other villages trembled and feared. She is also one of the nin to have overcame this suffering. ~21y (Minato) - First fight with ABcombo! Minato is the one behind 4th Raikage A's Guard, Killer Bee, they clashed swords many times, and respected each other's valor. ~20y (Obito) - Obito wanted his face among the hokage carved cliff. His youngboy ages where he held this ambition, and walked alongside his comrades. ~20y (Rin) - Minato's Red speck(lone women among men)! Taking the hands of the unusual duo, Kakashi and Obito to point in same direction. Was a person who guided others to good.

~19?????y (4th Raikage, A) - A's found success of Double Lariat with Bee, who was designated as his partner, and came to be called his younger brother. Didn't this happened 31y ago? haha ~18y (Kakashi) - At Minato's recomendation, Kakashi enlists Anbu, keeping the though of his friends in his chest. Kushina's guard he also served as. ~18y (Kabuto) - Showing high intelligence and quick wit as a child, gained skill of medical ninjutsu.

~17y Naruto's Birth

~~13?y - Hinata 3rd Birthday, Neji curse mark, Hinata kidnapping attempt, Hinata age 16-3 = 13y diff. ~12y (Sasuke) - each time, Itachi poked forhead with finger, distanced his little brother, Sasuke felt stroke of loneliness. ~~9?y - Uchiha Massacre, Itachi age 21-13 = 8y diff, since died before 4th war end, +1y. ~7y (Itachi) - With his Sharingan aimed at Orochimaru, Itachi counterattacked defeating him. As a result Orochimaru left Akatasuki. ~6y (Hinata) - Fragile self, and unchanging thoughts! Academy Days where she was Introvered and reserved. With a small voice, helped Naruto with all her spirit. (I think that's a panel where Naruto and Sasuke have childhood spar, so prob around year.)

~5y Part 1

~5y (Hashirama) - First time "impureland" reincarnated!. Edo(Joudo sect term for living existence, considering "pure land", appears in naruto, interesting to talk about Buddhist afterlife in sects). In the previous, "impure land" reincarnation, had low accuracy, so Hashirama's true strength could not be shown.

~4y (Shikamaru) 200IQ super sharp person! Without equal, has ability to find things bothersome, which his catch phrase. However his intellect, from early times, showed a glimpse of its ability . ~4y (Gaara) Same pain to know, Same fate of Jinchuriki to bear, his encounter with naruto greatly changed Gaara. ~4y (Kisame) from two man one set, Konoha to attack! As an Akatsuki member Kisame, was given duty to capture jinchuriki. ~4y (Naruto) In Valley of the End, Great Battle! in order to bring back Sasuke, who became missing nin, willing to die to persuade. ~4y (Zetsu) In Valley of the End, watched the fierce fight. Since Naruto, and Sasuke were essential pawns (casts to a theater) to his plans, he secretly recorded the deathmatch. ~4y (Sakura) Solid pledge for her growth! In order to abandon weakness, and become strong. she desired to be 5th Hokage Tsunade's student.

~1y Part 2...

#naruto meta #kaguya #tobirama #madara #hashirama #danzo #hiruzen #itachi #sasuke #killer bee #kakashi #obito #naruto uzumaki #might guy #kabuto yakushi #sakura #hinata hyuga #minato

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dianamoth · 2 months

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Hello are you going to make another Naurto fanfic. I love all the ones you done so far

Hello,

I'm glad you like them. Thank you for letting me know. ♥

I'm currently low on writing juice, but I started a new project some time ago. It's about a disabled OC!Senju potentially paired with Minato and Shikaku.

I might as well share an excerpt here to see if it interests people and in turn motivates me to write more, otherwise, it will just stay in my drafts uselessly...

Follow the Minato by clicking on the "keep reading", and don't forget to leave feedback if you want more!

Inoichi threw himself on the free chair more than he sat, the wooden legs squeaking on the pavement.

“Did you hear?” he asked his friends with an excited face which meant he had a juicy piece of gossip to share.

The three jounin looked at him with amusement for his antics.

“Some of us barely woke up yet,” Shikaku drawled from his place against the wall, his chin propped up in his palm. To his credit, he had come back from a mission in the middle of the night and it was just noon.

“Do share, Inoichi, it looks like good news,” Minato added, smiling.

“And we certainly do need more of those,” Chouza agreed while serving himself generously among the dishes spread on the table.

“The Senju are organizing a courting trial!”

Shikaku deigned to look up from his food to stare at Inoichi in disbelief. “That old tradition? People still do that?”

Inoichi glanced surreptitiously around them to make sure that no one was paying too much attention to them, but the restaurant was depressingly empty (an ongoing war would do that to businesses).

“I heard from a reliable source that it’s done to, let’s say, deter a few unsavory characters from the courted party.”

“Damn it, Inoichi, just drop the names already,” Shikaku muttered.

“Fine! You really have no taste for mystery, Shikaku. I’m saying that Senju Airin claimed she wanted a courting trial when Danzou tried to arrange her marriage with his nephew.”

“Ew,” Chouza said. “Shimura Daiki? What a nasty piece. I wouldn’t wish him on any of my clanswomen… nor the sweet Airin. Well played if she dodged that bullet.”

“He could still complete the trial,” Minato pointed out.

Chouza sniffed in disdain. “I don’t pretend to know Airin-san very well, but she’s smart enough to find some trials too difficult for him to complete. Probably something that requires more than two neurons rubbed together.”

“Wow, tell us what you think of the guy, Chouza, would you?” Inoichi laughed. “As a matter of fact, the first trial is a game of go against the lady herself.” He wiggled his eyebrows toward Shikaku, to the others’ amusement and Shikaku’s exasperation.

“No, I’m not entering a courting trial just because it involves go,” Shikaku groused, throwing a wooden pick at his friend. “But back up would you? Why does Danzou want his nephew to marry that girl?”

“She’s two years older than us,” Chouza provided helpfully in between two bites.

“Alright, fine. Woman. What makes her so special?”

“Apart from being the only Senju woman of childbearing age left in Konoha, you mean?” Inoichi asked, finally realizing he was hungry and grabbing a plate of skewers.

“Yes, apart from that.”

“The Senju clan has been declared endangered,” Minato piped up while Inoichi was busy finally eating. “It means that any new member of the clan, spouse or children, receives financial aid.”

“And…” Inoichi adds with a shit-eating grin. “There are rumors…”

“Of course, there are,” Shikaku muttered.

“... that Senju Airin has got Mokuton abilities!”

“Bullshit,” Shikaku immediately denied, throwing his hands up. “Rumors? If she had Mokuton abilities, she would have been heralded as the Shodai’s reincarnation or something. Everyone would know about it.”

“The decision to keep it secret could have been made to protect her,” Minato suggested, always ready to play the devil’s advocate.

“She wasn’t the best fighter, even before being injured in combat,” Chouza admitted. “You don’t put a target on the back of someone who can't handle it.”

“How injured?”

“Her ankle was smashed by an Iwa nin. The articulation was so badly injured that not even Tsunade-hime could completely heal it. I saw her recently in the streets, she walks with a terrible limp. She uses a cane, most often.”

Shikaku hummed. “Well, I never heard of her. What does she even look like? Compared to Tsunade-hime, how—”

Minato kicked him under the table so sharply that Shikaku hissed in pain, scowling at his friend before following his eyes to the door. A young woman was stepping in, walking with a limp and a cane.

“Are you kidding—” Shikaku whispered under his breath before quieting when it became clear the woman was walking toward their table.

She had the same doe eyes as Tsunade-hime, but that’s where the likeness stopped. Her long wavy hair was light brown. Her skin was tanned, far from the blond’s fair skin. Where Tsunade was slim and relatively short, this one was plump and tall. Their chest size might compare, but with the modest layers she wore, it was hard to tell. Also, she wore pink, and she had freckles. He would have never imagined they were related.

“For the record, the window is open, and you have the discretion of Jiraiya-san near an onsen.”

To all his friends’ relief and bafflement, Chouza burst into laughter and stood up to greet the newcomer, breaking the awkwardness that had descended upon them.

“Airin-san! It has been too long!” He opened his arms, and Airin accepted the bear hug more gracefully than any other non-Akimichi.

Shikaku sighed as he caught up. Between Airin's coloring and body shape, and Chouza’s familiarity with her, they had to be related.

“Chouza-kun. How are you?”

“I’m fine, all fine! Let me introduce you to my friends. This is Namikaze Minato, a dear friend, and brilliant jounin.”

Minato stood up to bow. Airin greeted him with a “Pleased to meet you.”

“And these here, are my teammates, Yamanaka Inoichi and Nara Shikaku.”

Both nodded in greeting, foregoing the standing that Minato insisted on as a non-clan member. It was old school, but some idiot classists insisted on the practice.

“Let me guess, Chouza; she’s a cousin?” Inoichi asked, voicing Shikaku’s thoughts.

“That’s right! Her mom was my dad's cousin,” Chouza confirmed, laughing. He knew his family tree by heart.

“I take after her, obviously. I hope you aren’t too disappointed by the dissimilarity with Tsunade.” She said while gesturing from her chest to her toes. “She took after great-uncle Tobirama, I’m told.”

Shikaku rubbed his brow. This was on him, he knew. “How much did you hear?”

She shrugged. “Enough.”

“I apologize if I was rude.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

#my writing #naruto #naruto fanfiction #answered ask

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uchihashisuii · 2 years

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the trouble with flowers. - Sai/Ino

Summary: Words can be fallible and imperfect, but the language of flowers can speak volumes.

or: in which Sai confesses in an unorthodox manner.

Pairing: Sai/Yamanaka Ino

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 2865

Author’s Note: for my beloved @yamanaka-shin who I was lucky enough to write for in a discord server exchange. on all levels except physical i am wrapping you around my neck like a scarf. there's a small mention of my oc who took Sai under her wing. and also I forgot that they started dating like right after the Land of Silence shh

Ao3

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"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and a man cannot live without love." -Max Müller

Ino keeps finding flowers around her apartment.

Not - unusual, given her predisposition towards all things blooming, with her family's florist shop and a few of her own ninjutsu utilizing poison plants and the like. Someone who doesn't know her might assume her comfortable little home would be filled to the brim with all assortments of flowers, in every conceivable shape and colour; she'd like to, maybe one day. But truth be told it isn't practical, when she's called off at all hours for missions or anything the Intelligence Division might need of her. Green thumb she might be, but even her flowers will wilt and die if they haven't been watered, if there's no one around for long enough to pull open the curtains and let sunlight in.

Unless she had the mokuton. Perhaps it could be used for regrowth, once flowers are withered and roots are broken. The Shodai was possessed of incredible instinctive regenerative healing, maybe there's a connection there; she should ask Sakura about it, she knows Tsunade better than almost anyone -

Ino shakes her head to dispel her wandering thoughts. So, she only has a few; too busy being pulled in a dozen different directions to focus on a small hobby. Some cheerful camellias growing in a little pot in the corner of her small balcony. A cactus from Suna that Temari had given her when they'd become closer friends. And - she flushes pink from her ears to her chest, reaching out to run the edge of her thumb over the impossibly soft petal of the snowstorms growing in the windowsill of her bedroom. The clustered blooms hate too much sun, content to sit in the shade and grow only the smallest bit at a time. But once they bloom, they're as lovely as the brightest rose. Snow-white petals dusted with black. Unusual, for customarily colourful things like flowers. But they remind her of Sai, and so she keeps them close.

A keen eye for detail is something that had been learned from a young age, necessary as a Yamanaka who has to pick apart the endless threads of memory to find any discrepancies or deception, a quick and clever mind the least someone needs for that particular line of work. It even helps with the shop, remembering dates and numbers and the sheer amount of different care that goes into each species of flower. Soil pH levels and moving pots around to chase sunlight, orders and organization and -

Still. It doesn't take an expert to notice that flowers keep ending up in her apartment. Elegantly drawn kinmokusei on an otherwise blank and unsigned page, slipped under her door. Some origami lotuses left on her balcony, the brightly coloured paper so impossibly thin and delicate that she'd been terrified they'd fall apart in her hands. And, most recently, a bouquet of blue hydrangeas and morning glory, tied with a ribbon and sitting beside her forgotten cup of coffee from the night before on the coffee table.

A bit weird. Slightly terrifying, even. But she knows they're from Sai, knows that he's a bit different. Doesn't understand boundaries, not quiet yet; or maybe he does, and thinks it better to leave her small tokens without saying a word in order to keep her comfortable. Regardless he's ... uniquely him. And she loves it, loves all of it; thinks it sweet, endearing, almost admirable. He doesn't lie, heart an open book; wants to learn all he can about everything around him, after so long kept locked in the dark. Not many would make that choice.

Although breaking into her apartment to leave her floral tokens might not be the best way of going about trying to talk to her.

Anyone could take one look at Ino's life and know she loves flowers. Takes pride in her family's bush clover symbol -a symbol of love, most commonly unrequited; she wonders if her father's last words of comparing her to the delicate purple blooms might be a bit more on the nose than even he realized- and finds respite in running Yamanaka Flowers. Ino may be working to rise through the ranks of the Intelligence Division, with the rest of her time outside her squad and friends spent in the little flower shop. She finds a certain level of comfort and familiarity, breathes deep in the greenhouse at the rear of the building and hears her father's laughter. She's been surrounded on all sides, all her life, but nature and growth and beauty. It's a Yamanaka staple, as much as their cold and calculating eyes and the ghost stories of broken minds.

Flowers are everywhere. And yet nobody had gotten her any before.

Ino guesses that they all assume she'd hate it, find them boring, seeing as she's surrounded by them all the time. But flowers have an intrinsic beauty and deeper meaning, and knowing the language of them -hidden and yet obvious in different colours, in each bulb and leaf- is something she's proud of. Flowers have long been used to express emotions that words cant always convey, and a blushing and girlish part of her thinks it's all rather perfect, wrapped up in a neat little package. Sai's trying to tell her something, the best way he knows how when it comes to her. The flower girl and the boy unknowing. Sakura would laugh herself blue.

Ino knows the flowers aren't from her shop. Her mother is many things, but coy doesn't happen to be one of them. She cant keep a secret to save her life -another irony, considering which clan she married into- and loves nothing more than to butt into her daughter's love life. If Sai had come to the shop, she would know; she'd made the mistake of telling her mom about her budding crush before the war, and then brought him up again when the dust had settled and they'd forged ... something, after she'd helped save him in the Land of Silence. So no, if he'd come around the florist, Ino would never hear the end of it.

They haven't even sold any morning glories in the past week, either; and still the rounded blue flowers are spruced throughout the tightly clustered hydrangeas. She knows it's Sai, being endearingly and mystifyingly silent for once, instead of the blunt presence he usually is. She also knows there isn't any other florist worth a grain of salt, and can hedge a guess that he wouldn't pick another even if there wasn't. He undoubtedly would have asked Sakura for advice, as she's Ino's friend and knows at least the basic language of flowers from their time in the academy. Blue hydrangeas for gratitude at being understood, morning glory for affection. Her blush returns; maybe it's a coincidence, and he'd picked the flowers because the pale blues and dusky purples are reminiscent of her -

She's thinking in circles again. Ino picks up the bouquet and deposits them into a pretty glass vase with fresh water and a pinch of sugar to keep them bright. She's the town gossip, and a Yamanaka to boot. She knows everything about everyone, before anyone else. So where the hell is he getting the flowers?

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The answer, it turns out, was right under her nose. Maybe Ino does need to listen to her mother and keep the hair out of her eyes, she might just start seeing the things laid plain right in front of her.

The pieces drop together when she spots a book on flower language tucked beneath a haphazard pile of medical texts on Sakura's table. Her best friend laughs it off, pushes it further under the loose papers and thick books; it makes Ino narrow her eyes, but she lets it go. Tucks the information away for later.

She runs into Akari just outside the Hokage Tower, exchanging smiles and hellos before going about their business. Only, the former ROOT nin stops and asks her if she'd had time to speak to her adopted son about his troubles with flowers.

Sai, she says, had been asking her for advice on how to keep a small garden alive. She and Obito had been tending one together for some months now, apparently; nowhere near the expert, Akari smiles at Ino and vaguely nudges her in Sai's direction, citing that she could give him far better advice than Akari could.

Ino smiles and laughs, mentions that she'll find him when she can, and wanders into the Tower as though the integrity of her knees hadn't just fallen apart. It all comes together: the mysterious source of the flowers dropped by her home had come from Sai in every definition; and he'd gone a step further to find out what they mean. All the information coming together in her mind in a rush of rampant affection, as Ino touches the tips of her fingers to her mouth and grins unashamedly.

"Oh," she murmurs to herself, a breathless sort of laugh leaving her in a gust.

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Ino goes to his apartment, after she'd spent time meticulously planning (snooping) to ensure they'd both be in the village at the same time. Had cornered Sakura and convinced (threatened) her to spill the details on Sai's newfound appreciation for all things floral, and had discovered through her clever means (buying all the drinks and snacks for girls night) that Sakura had indeed been digging through her old academy books on Sai's request for anything to do with the language of flowers. He doesn't do anything by halves, and research is a trusted friend of his. Small and silly as it all sounds to say aloud, Ino finds herself even more besotted with him when she stands at his front door, spotting the telltale bits of soil scattered over the mat.

She carefully shifts her bouquet from one hand to the other, smoothing out her hair before reaching out to rap on the door with her knuckles. The leaves on the gardenias tickle her collarbone -the flowers are red, for secret love- when she cradles them to her chest, the camellias filling her nose with their sweet scent. Pink, this time. For longing.

She'd always been the one to wear her heart on her sleeve, telling anyone who would listen just how she felt. She thinks back on her crush on Sasuke and how she'd let it dictate her whole life for too many years, and thinks, not for the first time, that maybe she should really think things through this time.

And she has, she has. She'd seen his mind, his heart. Glimpsed what he craved -stability, acceptance, peace- and knew without a shadow of a doubt she could provide. And Sai, in kind, would cradle her heart in scarred and blood-soaked hands that could never, would never, hurt her as others had.

The door opens, and all her planning and consideration ceases in a breath. Sai stands there with dark brows raised, and all at once she feels a fresh wave of anxiety grip her heart.

"These are for you," Ino blurts out before he can say anything, all but shoving the bouquet at his chest. "From me. To you." Let him understand, she silently begs any who will listen.

Sai blinks once, head tilting to the side as he looks from the flowers to her face and back again. There's a light dusting of pink across his face which really shouldn't be as sweet as it is, but even still Ino feels her heart thunder beneath her ribs. She doesn't - know how to come out and say it, not something like this. Even after everything, she's still almost afraid; an alien sensation, but this, Sai, is more important than anything that has come before.

"Pink camellia," Sai murmurs as he carefully plucks the bound stems from her hand. He studies them for a moment, holding them delicately. "And red gardenia. Interesting."

...

That's all he has to say? After she'd spent hours pouring over notes and books and rushing back and forth between her place and Sakura's, after nearly talking herself out of this? After her mind rushing in circles, thinking his gifts had been coincidence and not a declaration for how he felt, after days spent worrying over what to say and how to act, before finally deciding to let the flowers speak for her as he had done, after -

"Thank you," Sai says to her, in a tone far more gentle than she has ever heard from him. It's enough to have her blinking up at him, blowing a lock of hair from her face as her cheeks go as red as sunset. "I wasn't certain how to go about telling you, but it's a relief you understood. Sakura called me an idiot an uncharitable amount of times."

"You are an idiot," Ino responds breathlessly without a second thought, words tumbling out before she can think them through, though the corner of her mouth quirks up. "You should have told me."

"I did," he says with a quirk to his brow, before stepping back from the door and gesturing behind him into the sunlit hall. "I just wanted to get things right, first."

Ino glances past him, taking a step closer to get a better look. And stares.

His walls are filled with art, classical and elegant and bright and bold, each of them a piece of his heart and feelings. But what takes her breath away, is the sight of numerous pots and vases and the odd hanging planter. His home is filled to the brim with greenery at various states of growth, from fresh buds to full and healthy leaves. A few of them are dead or dying, but it's - it's beautiful. Ino steps past Sai to enter, hit full force with the scent of flowers and damp soil, as familiar and comforting to her as the florist. She reaches a hand towards him without even glancing his way as something warm and bright and bursting fills her veins, fingers tangling in the loose sleeve of his shirt.

"You've been growing all of these," she whispers needlessly as all at once the realization hits her harder than a chakra-packed punch, fingertips pressed to her mouth. He's long been making an effort to understand people better, and now he's gone the extra mile to understand Ino, specifically, better. How to speak to her through the flowers she grows, how to make them bloom.

Her hand drops back to her side, the burn of unshed tears at the back of her throat making her breath catch. She's touched, honored, humbled. She's loved.

"You wanted to learn about what I loved, so you could love it too." She thinks of the messy canvases and chipped paint bottles she has stuffed into her closet, of the hours spent sitting on her living floor with her tongue peeking between her teeth as she aggressively attacked blank pages with grays and yellows and purples. Trying to see and feel what he does. Finding peace and delight and a dozen other emotions, and thinking to herself that she understood why he preferred tangible things to words, sometimes.

The bouquet gets crushed between them as Ino throws her arms over his shoulders, burying her face in his neck. Sai makes a panicked noise, low in his throat, in concern for the flowers; she smiles at that, laughter puffing over his skin when she only squeezes him tighter.

"Thank you," she whispers, unable to form the proper words but knowing he'll understand regardless.

Sai doesn't hesitate, this time, when he carefully wraps an arm around her middle, hand splayed over the small of her back. Presses his nose to her hair, and inhales the smell of flowers. "You're welcome."

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The trouble with flowers doesn't always lay in helping them grow. Helping hands coming together to nurture and to heal, to find commonality and bonds even with things left unsaid. But - they aren't unsaid, not really. Just because no words are used doesn't mean that there is the lack of transparency or honesty. The trouble with flowers, it turns out, seems to be when two people bond together over a mutual love and appreciation for one another as well as their passions. Ino realizes this one day when she notices Sai's apartment positively overflowing with bush clovers and hydrangeas and roses, the both of their efforts combined making something utterly beautiful and so very them. She decides, then and there, that she wants her home filled with tangible affection; to be his home, too.

(If she asks him to move in with her by way of moving all his flowers to a bigger house located just down the road from the florist, well. She left him a sprig of marigolds sticking out of his shoe. He'll figure it out.)

The trouble with flowers isn't helping them grow. The growing is the easy part. The trouble lays, instead, in helping them thrive. They have grown, they have blossomed. In their own private garden of warmth and hope and peace, together they will flourish.

#saiino #sai x ino #inosai #ino x sai #ino yamanaka #sai #yamanaka ino #yamanaka sai #sai yamanaka #naruto #jules writes #akari #shes here for like three lines it counts

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sharinganbitch · 2 years

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I would have much rather gotten actual Backstories and flashbacks for the rest of the Akatsuki as a filler than 90% of the shit we DID get.

I wanna see more of Deidara's history beyond just meeting Itachi and proceeding to get fucked over by him

I want to see why the FUCK Hidan is the way he is

I wanna see the goddamn battle between Kakuzu and the SHODAI HOKAGE (and see him kill all his other partners just bc it would be hilarious)

I wanna see more of Kisame's history, like why he got chosen to apprentice to Fuguki, and see what happened to make him insecure about his skin coloration (bc you don't develop that kind of insecurity without SOMETHING happening)

I wanna see more of our favorite terrorists ffs

yes yes yes!!! i would have gladly sacrificed some of my beloved konoha 12 filler in order to see more akatsuki backstory. i'm so curious about deidara's backstory, especially the forbidden jutsu that gave him his, uh, freaky hand-mouths. hidan, kakazu, and kisame all clearly had super intriguing backstories and i would love to know more about them. kisame is a whole-ass shark-man and we never get any explanation as to why or how! i'd kill for an akatsuki mini-series or something.

#was hidan born into jashinism or is he a convert?#why is kisame a literal shark?#how did deidara acquire his 'alternative anatomy' and his mad art skills?#inquiring minds (mine) want to know #unpopular opinion

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cookinguptales · 1 year

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spaceoperetta said: I’m rooting for Philly! I hate the Kansas City Chiefs (the one time I don’t want the team that beat us to win)

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Then I'm rooting for the birds, too! Honestly, I don't have strong feelings about most sports, but it'd make everyone really happy here if the Eagles won. Can't root against that.

tbh the only sports I watch with any regularity are the Olympics and sumo. My dad and I even went to a sumo tournament in Fukuoka once and he loved it. He always texts me like "TAKAKEISHO IS DOING SO WELL THIS TIME" or "SHODAI FINALLY GOT DEMOTED" and I'm like "GOOD FUCK SHODAI"

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I want to talk about Hashirama's arranged marriage to Mito, but I'm mindful that this could be too sensitive a topic for the modern person to read, so I'll put it under a read more.

It can be rather miserable to be a woman in the feudal era, no matter the power she holds, and the Shodai Hokage of Konohagakure isn't exempt from utilising dynastic dogma to his advantage, even if he is an enemy of the State [the ruling class]. The greatest grief of his time was the necessity of power moves.

In the canon, Hashirama and Mito were married in a time before Mito sealed the Kyuubi into herself. Pertaining to the Founders Era, Senju Hashirama was akin to a hegemon in a Warring Kingdoms time period. First, I'll talk about the politics, before touching on the more personal aspects regarding Hashirama.

Hashirama was the one who initiated the proposal of a political marriage with Uzushiogakure's Uzumaki clan, who are distant blood-relatives of the Senju clan. This act is very much in line with his modus operandi of bringing crucial allies into the larger fold that was Konohagakure's autonomy away from the State of the Fire Country, or the "ruling class" in short.

With his in-state counterparts, it was an alliance that inducted the clans into Konohagakure under the rule and guardianship of the Hokage.

With a foreign power which seemed to be a matriarchy and had an unwed female leader [or heir], it was without a doubt that Hashirama wanted to marry Mito into the Senju clan with a mutually beneficial diplomatic marriage alliance. Hashirama did this with the same urgency he had with any other clans: Securing a covenant while he maintained an upper hand — the Warlord of the century and the Shodai Hokage of Konohagakure in the prosperous and resource-rich Fire Country. While not royalty and not on paper, Hashirama was the strongest leader of the Fire Country. Rumours spread that Senju Hashirama could well be the true Fire Leader. ( the Emperor has nightmares about Hashirama and the Senju clan for sure. )

Hashirama wanted to marry Mito as fast as possible, so he would answer quite a number of their demands and requirements, and he will always be very clear on the reasons why he wants an alliance with Uzushiogakure.

It was likely that he had strong competition, as well. The fair Princes of the Fire Court, perhaps, tasked to regain powerful friends since many of such have been lost to the alliance of Konohagakure. Whom he must beat in a martial tournament, he will. And whoever dares to make a move on him will die, because one should never attack a shinobi and expect no retaliation, much less the victorious leader of a warring clan.

Essentially this meant that Uzushio cannot have a formal alliance with the State of the Fire Country, as their leader [or heir] is now irrevocably tied to Konohagakure. Simply put, to be with Hashirama was to be against the State. One cannot obey two Kings at the same time.

Now, for the purpose of my portrayal's canon, Hashirama sought a tribute of shinobi and resources from all the major clans of Konohagakure, given to Uzushiogakure for the land's protection and defence, and this would continue with future clans for as long as he had breath. Mito would not only be the Matriarch of the Senju clan governing the finances of the clan, but also the sole holder of the foreign military power in Uzushio, to move, manage, and travel as she will.

Personally for Hashirama: As an aro/ace person with RSD, there was no romantic love from him to her throughout the early stages of their marriage. He would not share a bed with her, though they could still sleep in the same room. From a young age, Hashirama knew he was different. Never had he found familiarity with the needs and wants of teens / young adults his age. He would not bat an eye at the nakedness of others, but has trouble showing his own due to negative and violent connotations associated with showing oneself vulnerable to family or friends.

Hashirama is really more of a do-er. He can be very gentlemanly in many ways, from the kitchen to the gardens to preparing medicinal flower bathes, and being always prepared with some remedy or solution. Does not use vulgarity unless re-traumatised and about to have a panic attack.

But in many aspects of a social relationship, he is not capable. Scared to touch, cannot hug, no kissing, not tempted by anything. Very difficult to understand. So, honestly, from my [the author's] point of view, for Hashirama who is aro/ace with RSD, an arranged marriage is a safe space for him to navigate, learn from, get hurt in, and grow up in.

Mito to Hashirama was like he acquired an ally, or a best friend ( if he could stretch it ), who could not legally separate from him. Bar the most drastic of circumstances, Hashirama would not allow any divorce from either side. However, if Hashirama knew he wouldn't come back from a great battle, he would have pre-stamped and signed a divorce agreement to release Mito from her obligations to him, the Senju clan, and Konohagakure, so long as she also signed and stamped it.

#hashirama. I REQUIRE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO MAKE WAY

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✿Weekly Best Reads✿

(sep. 21 2023) |:| includes genshin impact, naruto, star wars, & jjba fic

bad guys don't always do bad guy things || skunabf

Where Aether bumps into Enjou multiple times across Inazuma (and sometimes not just there) doing the most mundane things - but bad guys always have bad guy things to do right? Enjou can't possibly be just enjoying himself, right? No way.

--- enjou/aether, about 30,000 words. Very fluffy and chill. Complete. this is a major rare pair of mine so glad this exists!

orochimaru & tsunade's lesson on drinking moderately || MonsegnorSnek

Lost in the Warring Clan Period, somehow shrunk beyond belief, Orochimaru wondered how he found himself being kidnapped by the Shodai Hokage. Lost in the Warring Clan Period, wearing a body of her six-year-old self, Tsunade would cling to Uchiha Madara's leg and swore to herself that she would never let this man go. Or in which Orochimaru and Tsunade got batshit drunk and because of a Fuuinjutsu scroll, they suddenly found themselves in the past, in a body too small for comfort, lost from each other's company and had the unanimous and silent decision that they would do everything for Konoha to be built again even if both Senju and Uchiha would not like it.

-- Gen, about 10,000 words. crack/humor. Incomplete

no line on the horizon || blakkat

For the sake of his pride, Jiraiya's going to imagine that his double went out in the bed of some voracious and lusty twins—no, make that triplets, with everyone wildly satisfied and a smile on his face. The whole alternate universe thing is easier to swallow that way.

-- minor relationships, around 5000 words. Fluffy and funny. love my sannin content. Complete

learned men || Trixree

It becomes the Question—the one every vod is talking about from the bridge of the Negotiator to her dark bowels where the laundry rooms churn and chug along: who takes care of the General? -- In which Obi-Wan is touch starved and his men take notice.

-- codywan, about 8000 words. VERY SWEET. complete 💛

Interstitial || galateaGalvanized

“Alright, how do we fight it?” Cody asks, squaring his shoulders and adding steel to his spine. “You know as well as I do that the Vigilance’s armory is unmatched by any modern warship. If there’s anything that can carve through this, then we’ve probably got two.” In the scattered light reflecting off a thousand broken hulls, Obi-Wan’s eyes are as clear and inscrutable as well water. “Cody,” he says, “this isn’t something you try to fight. This is something you try to survive.”

-- codywan, about 20,000 words. cosmic horror. it very much spooked me. you dont see much fic like this. complete 💛

you know i'm good on my own (do you know, i could break beneath the wieght) || abstract_psychopomp

«Wolffe had commed him, one night. From Coruscant Fox had smiled at him tiredly, and Wolffe had felt his heart sank at the sight of the ugly eye bags that seemed to scar his face, the dark bruise on his cheekbone and the exhaustion in his eyes. In the eyes of the only brother he thought as safe. Fox said it was nothing, that everything was okay, and Wolffe cried. He cried, and told his twin how he knew that his anger would have been his demise, how he knew that his General wouldn't have waited long before requesting a new CC, maybe a CC that didn't hate him so strongly. He cried in the way he was able only to with Fox, ugly and freeing, wet and rare.» or Wolffe and Fox, their life together, their life a galaxy from each other

-- Gen, about 25,000 words. Wolffe centric. LOTSA family feels. incomplete

last man standing || lilyconrad

A ghost story the clone troopers might pass around late at night in the dark.

-- Gen, about 1000 words. lowkey spooked me. complete.

living, rising, unifying || Skylarium_Rose

Returning to Coruscant after a campaign siege in month-long rain Obi-Wan is actually looking forward to relaxing during the break he and his troopers have been given. In taking time for himself and involving himself more in his new role on the Council, Obi-Wan finds himself in a situation that he knows vividly. And it is one he would take on, even if the Force was not already brilliantly dancing at the decision he had come to.

-- Gen, about 60,000 words. obiwan gets a padawan!! complete 💛

only bend when it breaks || roktavor

“Just take me home,” Buccellati had insisted, dripping with rainwater and blood – and Abbacchio was panicked and torn enough not to argue. (Buccellati gets shot and refuses proper medical care, so Abbacchio tends to him as best he can.)

-- bruabba, about 10,000 words. hurt comfort. ROKTAVOR STRIKES AGAIN. complete

hell is for children || Speedwagons_Glorious_Mane

While out to lunch, the gang are attacked by three would-be assasins, one of whom has a very peculiar stand ability: Hell is For Children. Now Giorno is stuck babysitting his younger self. One thing is certain: Giorno can't let his fellow gang members know this child, Haruno Shiobana, scared of his own shadow, is him.

-- Gen, about 25,000 words. heavy exploration of Giornos childhood trauma. its very good. complete 💛

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