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#yeah this can be my promo until i feel creative asdfg#i am so tired rn and think i will nap <3#;sir this is my emotional support number one hyperactive knucklehead ninja. (ooc)
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your honor more on the case
Yes! Naruto is definitely into boys. He’s going to continue being a boy magnet even in Shippuden. I mean, it’s not only human males he attracts.
There’s a hilarious episode where he actually makes an armadillo. Yes. An armadillo fall for him.
I think he was just born too cute and irresistible.
#narutobowl#what guy in their right mind can resist this cute hyperactive knucklehead uke?#kiba x naruto#shino x naruto#shikamaru x naruto#neji x naruto#chōji x naruto#rock lee x naruto#sasuke x naruto
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— to tame a demon
pairing: wednesday addams x fem!oni!reader
warnings: none
summary: a new mid-semester arrival in the face of the gloomy addams girl meets the resident demonic student who's all witty remarks and tusked grins, and something inhumane draws her in
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"There are many flavors of outcasts here," Enid began, hands behind her back as she guided Wednesday through the yard, "but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales," she counted, pointing to the table where a group of neat-looking students sat, sipping at some bottled red liquid, "Those are the Fangs, a.k.a, vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades."
The girl moved on, and Wednesday's unimpressed glare flicked to another group of students.
"That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, a.k.a, werewolves. Like me!”
The fuzzy-haired teens sitting at the table howled at the mention, greeting their kin.
"Oh, you see that girl? That's (Y/n) (L/n). She's not a werewolf, but a close thing. An oni demon.”
The young woman was sitting at the table next to the Furs, hitting her werewolf friend in the shoulder to get him to stop with the loud noise. She didn't really stand out — the girl wore a set of the standard issued uniform, her jacket and a few top buttons of her shirt unbuttoned. But one thing about her appearance really did catch Wednesday's eye — her canines, both top and bottom, crooked at the ends and big enough to protrude from a small slit between her lips. Despite the effect they had on her mouth, the tusks didn't make her face look inhumane, and, as the demon looked up to wave at Enid, Wednesday noticed a pair of snake-like slits in her (e/c) scleras.
The ravenette caught herself thinking of how pretty those eyes were.
"A close thing?" She wondered out loud, making a show of gazing somewhere away from the face of the oni girl, as if she was asking the question out of sheer curiosity.
"Yeah, well, she doesn't exactly "wolf out", per se. Think of her as... a girl with unresolved anger issues who lets her inner demons out every Blood Moon. So like, basically all of us," the blonde said, giggling at her own joke, "Dunno if it affects her looks, though... No one has ever seen (Y/n) during one of her demon furies."
Wednesday looked back at the oni, catching sight of the girl talking with her friends, a small grin on her face as she listened to their energetic rambles with amusement.
What an interesting creature.
Wednesday wasn't extremely enthusiastic about botany lessons. Thanks to her mother, she was practically an expert in the field of carnivorous plants. But skipping just wasn't her style, and she walked into the classroom, hoping the disinterest she had in the subject was clear on her pale face.
As the girl looked around the class to find herself a seat, her eyes quickly traveled above the heads of her classmates. She noticed Enid next to Yoko, so sitting with a person she was at least a bit acquainted with was off limits. Wednesday felt far from sad about the fact - having to neighbor with the hyperactive blonde in the dorms was enough excitement in her life.
Her gaze then suddenly fell on the two half-empty desks in the second row. One of the vacant seats was right next to Xavier, and mulling her decision over she realised she would prefer to sit next to a wolfed-out Enid rather than the miserable artist. Quickly making up her mind, Wednesday walked up to the other desk, and felt Xavier's gaze on the back of her head as she sat down, taking her backpack off to place it at her feet. She still had a few minutes before the class started, she could indulge in some macabre reminiscings of hers before the actual torture began.
"Oh. Hey," the gloomy girl heard a voice call out on her right, and turned to look up at her neighbor. Her breath hitched as she realised it was the oni girl, her cheek leaning against her fist as she smiled at Wednesday lazily, her top lip rising to her gums slightly to bare the intimidating tusks. If she was trying to scare Wednesday away, it certainly didn't work, "You're Wednesday, right? Enid wasn't exactly secretive about her new sombre roommate. I was hoping I'd get a chance to meet you."
The girl offered a clawed hand as a greeting, "I'm (Y/n)."
Wednesday took a moment to look the demon over. Her (h/c) hair was put up in a messy ponytail, some of the locks falling in front of her pointed ears, framing her face, and her (e/c) cat-like eyes were staring down at Wednesday with a playful glint. She was wearing the same uniform as the rest of the class, and the undone buttons exposed the top of the girl's collarbones.
What an annoying habit. Didn't she know what formal dress code was?
“Huh. The teeth don't seem to affect your speech, despite their uncomfortable positioning,” the ravenette noted, shaking the taller girl’s outstretched hand, finding it rather warm in contrast to her own dead-cold skin. If the demon found the temperature or the rather rude comment off-putting, she didn’t show it, “I hope I didn’t intrude.”
“No, no, you’re good,” (Y/n) reassured, leaning her elbow back against the seat, “And those? Yeah, I’m not an orc, you know. You should see how big they get when I... on second thought, you probably shouldn't." She stopped her rant bashfully, cheeks warming slightly at the realization of a rather sensitive topic not being suitable when meeting someone new.
"Not a pretty sight?"
"Outrageous."
"Hm.” Wednesday looked away from the other girl’s face, staring at the board in front of the class.
“I think I'd love to see."
That made (Y/n) chuckle, “You do seem like the type to enjoy outrageous and hideous things.”
Their conversation came to an end when Ms. Thornhill entered the classroom, holding a big pot in her gloved hands, and both girls turned their attention to the teacher.
(Y/n) had to admit that hers had seemed to switch to her new intriguing neighbor a few times. She watched Wednesday from the corner of her eye, taking in the girl’s frigid expression as she listened to the lecture without any interest, and found it hard to refocus on the lesson again.
It was the early hours of morning as Wednesday walked to the dining hall, completely devoid of any appetite but having nothing to do in this ungodly time. Most of the students were still asleep, and the halls were empty, letting the gloomy girl enjoy her solitude, her platformed shoes the only sound accompanying her.
Seemingly enjoying the peacefulness too much, she didn’t notice another person coming down from the other side of the stairs, and bumped into them, the collision powerful enough to tear her out of her thoughts.
Ready to put the culprit into the hospital for the rest of the school year, Wednesday looked up, and her emotionless gaze met the (e/c) - colored one.
“Good morning, Wednesday. Up to tackle people to their deaths so early?” (Y/n) chuckled, straightening her jacket before looking the smaller girl up and down, “You alright?”
“Peachy.” Wednesday deadpanned and turned around without another word, continuing on her path to the cafeteria. Much to her disappointment, she heard the other girl follow her, catching up to her smaller strides with ease.
“Were you walking to breakfast too? What a coincidence. A perfect morning for an early snack, I’ve been feeling hungry myself.”
Wednesday didn’t answer, and it was silent again, for which the ravenette was thankful. She could even say she enjoyed walking in the presence of the demon, as long as the latter kept her snarky toothy mouth shut.
"So, do you prefer your human flesh rare or straight from the limb?" The smaller girl asked suddenly without looking at her companion.
"Why, you got some to share?" (Y/n) chuckled, "Nah. I'm more of an animal meat kinda girl. Some of my ancient ancestors did have their man-eating tendencies, but they didn't exactly wear uniforms or went to school either."
"Sounds about right. Otherwise Nevermore would be an all-you-can-eat restaurant for you. Maybe even the whole Jericho town."
The oni laughed at the statement, a loud rough guffaw that almost made Wednesday’s ears bleed. Except it didn’t.
Wednesday found herself standing in the center of the dorm of her demon friend, hands dutifully by her sides as she looked around, catching the smallest details of (Y/n)’s lair. Her bed was made neatly, and some of her notebooks and papers seemed to had been hastily put in a messy pile on her desk, an obvious last-minute measure to make her working space look presentable.
Before she left to get the textbooks she had forgotten at Yoko’s the last time she had a sleepover with the vampire, the girl pulled up a stool to the desk, inviting the other girl to sit down and make herself comfortable, then, before Wednesday could utter a single world, sputtered some nonsense about her awful hospitality and gestured at her own, admittedly much bigger and softer chair, kicked the stool away, and left the room as fast as she could, promising to be back in a flash.
The girls had agreed on studying for the upcoming exam period, and, considering Wednesday was in no need of preparation, let alone tutoring, she made it the most heartfelt gesture to help the (h/c) – haired demon not fail any subjects. The ravenette told herself that she had no choice, that the oni wouldn’t stop whining and pestering her about how much work there was to be done and how little time she had left, but in reality (Y/n) had to only ask once.
Wednesday agreed, but not without grumbling about how annoying and tiresome the demon’s presence was.
Addams moved to take off her backpack and placed it on the desk, taking some books out of it before she took a seat in (Y/n)’s chair. She looked up at the opposite wall, examining the different posters and trinkets hanging on it. A small bonsai tree was sitting on the table that stood against the wall, obviously tended to caringly every single day, if the flourishing green leaves were anything to go by.
Noticing a much more imposing decoration, the girl stood up to get closer to a stand where two samurai swords were displayed in a matching daisho set, a katana and a smaller wakizashi sword. The sayas were of black waxed wood, golden kashiraes mounting both in peculiar bows. Wednesday moved to take a closer look, noticing a face of an oni demon neatly engraved into the scabbard of the katana.
"Something caught your eye?"
Wednesday turned around and away from the sword stand to look at the oni who had managed to sneak up on the other girl, but didn't scare her in the slightest.
"It's nice craftsmanship." Wednesday deadpanned, staring up at her.
(Y/n) looked somewhat pleased with the comment.
"I'm glad you think so," her slitted gaze moved from Wednesday's face to the kake, and the (h/c) - haired girl sighed, her hands behind her back and her shoulders tense, "It's been a while since I've last touched the blade. Don't exactly have a reason to train right now. Peaceful times." She said, almost with a hint of sorrow.
"Why didn't you join the fencing club?"
"Because I deem my swordsmanship a resemblance of my bloodline's ancient traditions, not a sport or a hobby." She answered firmly, but her tone held no offence.
"Strange. I'd see it as an opportunity to be undefeatable at something."
And to outdo Bianca again, no less. What a pleasurable thought.
Wednesday watched the other girl chuckle sheepishly and move her hand up to scratch at the back of her head.
"Well... My thrusting speed has been slacking lately. I'm more into powerful crushing slashes, you know."
"Hm." Wednesday seemed lost in thought, her gaze distant, before she turned to the taller girl again, "You and I should fence sometime. To keep you in shape."
The demon looked taken aback, both at the proposal and the intensity of the ravenette's gaze that wasn't there before. Then she smiled, her eyes warm.
"That'd be an honor. And you know I how I feel about that thing."
Wednesday stared up at the top shelf, aggravated, as if the glare adorning her face would make the book budge and fall into her hands.
She was at the library, looking for the Nightshades book, or anything that would lead her a step closer to the mysterious society. She wished she had brought Thing along. Tall bookcases wouldn't be a problem for him.
Frowning deeper, the ravenette tried to raise her hand a bit higher and jumped, the tips of her fingers barely grazing the spine of the book she assumed was the one she was looking for. She huffed, crossing her hands on her chest and looking around the room for some stool or a ladder.
"Wednesday, good evening. Up to some late night reading?"
Wednesday looked up at the entrance of the library to see (Y/n) going down the stairs, a smirk on her toothy lips as she observed the scene in front of her.
"Yes, I am, actually."
"Which one do you need? I'll get it for you."
Wednesday pouted for a few seconds, then pointed at the top shelf where the dark - purple book was sitting, taunting her.
The demon raised her hand to reach for the book, "Honestly, how are you so tiny?"
"(Y/n), I'm at a perfect height for breaking your kneecaps. I won't hesitate."
"Mhm, I'm sure you won't," grabbing the book, the taller girl took it off the shelf, but didn't hurry to hand it over to Wednesday, "Now, what's the magic word?"
"I don't have time for -"
"Wrong, Addams. Try again." The oni grinned, clearly enjoying herself.
Wednesday glared at the girl, her gaze murderous, but after a few moments she complied.
"Would you give me the book, (Y/n). Please."
"There, was that so hard?" (Y/n) pressed the book into the ravenette's hands, and the shorter girl quickly looked over the cover, exasperated when she realised it wasn't the one she was looking for, "Are you up to a research or something? Do you need an extra pair of hands, maybe?"
"Why would you want to help me?"
"Isn’t that what friends are for? And maybe it's the lack of anything better to do."
"You're such a slacker. I have no idea how you're still in this school," She put the book on the first shelf she could reach for, then turned around and headed for the exit, "Let's go."
The (h/c) - haired demon shook her head with a small smile before moving to follow the busy girl.
"I want to punch Xavier in the face," (Y/n) grumbled, her hands folded on her chest, a brush covered in yellow paint sticking in between her clawed fingers as she stared daggers at the pair of young people a few feet away from her.
"Huh? Why?" Enid looked up from the boat she was painting on, crouched on the ground, confused at her friend's sudden violent statement.
"Because he's a creep and he has a stupid face with that pitiful look of his." The oni muttered, furrowing her brows as she watched the young man bother Wednesday, the ravenette's expression and body language doing little to tell whether she was irritated by his presence, which pissed (Y/n) off even more.
Enid followed her gaze and smirked when she realised what the source of the demon's sour mood was, "If you think he's giving her a hard time, why don't you come over and talk to him?"
"I'm pretty sure Wednesday isn't the type to be sly and subtle when someone's vexing her." The oni huffed in reply.
"Well, doesn't that mean that... On second thought, I shouldn't be the one to judge the situation," the werewolf quickly stopped herself, noticing (Y/n)'s scowl now directed at her, turning away to continue painting the boat nervously.
The (h/c) - haired girl sighed, "You're right, actually. Maybe that means she doesn't mind his company. Or maybe she doesn't want to kill a guy in broad daylight," the brush the demon was holding finally snapped under the pressure of her grip, and she gnashed her teeth, seething, "I could."
"That's the third brush today, (Y/n)," Yoko chided from Enid's side, clearly tired of the oni's behavior.
"Sorry," (Y/n) turned her gaze away from the scene she was watching, her eyes like that of a kicked puppy's as she sat on her knees next to the vampire, taking a new brush from her outstretched hand, "Thanks."
Yoko hummed and resumed painting, "You should really talk to her, you know. Before it's too late and she's snatched from under your nose."
"Yoko's right. You jealously watching her like a hawk won't do either of you good. It's kinda weird that Wednesday herself hasn't noticed the heart-eyes you constantly have whenever she's around."
The demon grunted, trying to busy herself with lining out a yellow cat eye on the side of the boat.
"Seriously, (Y/n). Tell her. What's the worst that could happen? You don't seem like the type to be afraid of rejection," Enid grinned at her friend, winking, "Personally, I'm rooting for you. I’m sure you can make my roomie happy, well, to an extent, you know.”
Except the demon was afraid of rejection her whole life. And considering Wednesday wasn't the type to give any signals, (Y/n) wasn't sure where she and the gloomy girl stood.
She tolerated her presence, at least. That was a start. But she seemed to tolerate Xavier’s, too. God, what an enigma Wednesday Addams was.
The Rave'N Dance was at its peak. The music was loud, and most of the students had long since hit the dance floor, enjoying their time in groups and pairs.
Wednesday herself was feeling rather out of breath, the collar of her black vintage dress clinging to her neck uncomfortably as she stepped into a closed-off room to escape the noise of the party for a bit.
She was alone as she sat down on one of the couches, a sigh of relief escaping her mouth as she felt the pressure leave her sore feet.
Well, despite the abruptness of it all, Wednesday would lie if she said she wasn't having at least a bit of fun.
“Hey.”
Wednesday looked up to see (Y/n) come into the room, moving the blinds out of her way carefully. She smiled at the smaller girl, and the ravenette realised she was seeing the oni for the first time that evening.
The demon was wearing a black and white haori over a crisp white high-collared blouse paired with black hakama pants, and the combination of formal wear in different styles made the girl look very dapper. She had winged eyeliner on her face, (f/c) eyeshadow framing her lids gorgeously, and her lipstick was smudged on her canines just a bit, no doubt from all the talking and drinking the oni had done throughout the evening.
(Y/n) walked over to take a sit next to the smaller girl, letting her back slump over the couch with a grunt.
“Out of your notorious inhumane stamina already?” Wednesday asked teasingly.
“Uh-huh. Thought the girls were gonna dance me to death. I needed a breather,” the oni opened her eyes and straightened in her seat, looking around the small closed-off space, “Where’s your date?”
“You could say I needed a breather too. These shoes are killing me, and not in an enjoyable way.”
The demon hummed, her eyes moving from Wednesday’s legs up her face. Their gazes met, and (Y/n)’s didn’t falter.
“You look deadly beautiful yourself, Wednesday. Very much so.” She muttered quietly with gentle admiration, and Wednesday felt her stomach flip.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from you this whole evening, was what the demon wanted to say. I wish I was the one to share the dance with you, wish I could tell you how much I adore you, and how badly I want to hold you close, to feel your touch. Me, not anyone else.
The girl averted her gaze again, moving to stand up, "Gotta go before they think I've ditched them. No patience with the vampires. Ironic, huh?" She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes, and went to the exit, looking back at Wednesday one last time.
"Have a good night, Addams."
"Is there something on your mind? You've been very quiet for the past hour, I've gotten a lot done. It's getting unnerving."
(Y/n) smiled slightly, huffing out a laugh through her nose, her elbows resting on the stone railing of the balcony as she turned her head to look at the ravenette, "Nothing much. Just... things, I guess."
"Are they bothering you?"
Never. When I'm thinking of you, it's never a bother.
"I think I'm in love with you, Wednesday."
For the first time ever, (Y/n) saw the gloomy girl get caught off guard. Her eyes were wide open, but she didn't say anything. Her gaze traveled up to the face of the demon girl, and she stared at her, unblinking, like a hunting cat expecting a sudden attack.
"You'll get over it."
"You think so?" (Y/n) chuckled, looking out at the dark scenery in front of her, "I never thought I'd get to say that you might be wrong."
It was silent between them again. Wednesday seemed to be lost in thought as she observed the side profile of the taller girl, noting all her features lit by the dim moonlight.
"When have you started to feel this way?" She asked at last, as if a doctor examining her sick patient.
"A while ago, I guess."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I was afraid of... how you'd react. And I didn't want to overwhelm you. You seem to have a different type of obsession going on." (Y/n) looked at Wednesday, eyes gleaming with honesty.
"I hate you." Wednesday deadpanned, unconsciously moving closer to the taller girl.
"Really? Why?"
"I hate the way you make me feel. Your mere presence is what constantly overwhelms me."
Barely any inches were left between them as their gazes met, electicity going through the sudden connection.
"Do you want to stop feeling this way?" The oni whispered, barely audible through her heart thumping in her ears.
"No."
(Y/n) froze, and Wednesday leaned forward on her tip toes to meet her, pressing her plush lips against the demon's. The kiss was soft and warm, and (Y/n)’s stomach was instantly swarmed with butterflies, the heaviness leaving her shoulders. She felt the hand of the smaller girl move closer to hers, and Wednesday pressed a finger on top of her palm gently, before the cold touch engulfed the whole hand of the oni as their fingers entwined.
“It’s been an hour already, Wednesday.”
“I know.”
“It’s getting late. We should get to bed.”
“Do as you wish, (Y/n). I’m not finished yet. Good night.”
The demon groaned at the words, standing up from the bed to walk over to the smaller female where she was typing away, the clicking sounds almost enough to lull (Y/n) to sleep. But she couldn’t, not without the presence of the other girl.
Draping herself over Wednesday’s shoulders, she watched the typerwriter print the letters at a steady pace, Wednesday’s brows furrowed in focus.
“Come on,” the oni whined quietly, “This can wait until tomorrow. You have to rest.”
“(Y/n), I’ll suplex you out the window if you don’t stop bugging me.”
(Y/n) sighed, burying her face in the smaller girl’s shoulder, “You’re so mean. You know I can’t sleep without you.”
The typing paused, and Wendesday turned to face the demon who was still mumbling something into the fabric of her sweater, blunt tusks scratching at the clothed shoulder as her mouth moved. The shorter girl exhaled tiredly before turning back to the typewriter, finishing her last sentence and taking the paper out before putting it into a neat stack next to the device. Then she turned to (Y/n) again to press a light kiss on top of her head.
“Fine, you big baby. Let’s go to bed.”
Raising her head, the demon smiled, straightening her back and taking Wednesday by the hand, pulling her up and to the bed they shared now that (Y/n) was allowed to sleep next to Wednesday instead of the hardwood floor. It was a long process, but the ravenette was able to get used to the presence of the other girl, comfortable enough to push her boundaries to an extent.
“Want me to do your hair?”
Wednesday nodded, and (Y/n) sat down on the bed, taking a black brush from the nightstand before motioning for the smaller girl to sit between her legs. When they were situated comfortably, the demon started to unbraid Wednesday’s dark hair, careful not to tangle her claws in the tresses, before brushing it gently. Wednesday closed her eyes at the feeling of the oni’s hands in her hair, goosebumps raising up her neck as she leaned back into the bigger girl’s body.
This was nice. She could get used to this.
Skipping was never Wednesday's style. She was a responsible student, dutifully attending every single class and never missing on her extracurricular activities. Not like she'd ever want to, anyway. She liked spending time with the bees, even if the girl herself would never admit that.
So what was Wednesday doing, away from her class during school time, hidden inside a barely lit broom closet as she pressed her mouth against the resident demon's, kissing her feverishly and licking over her tusks?
Oh, if only her parents could see her right now. They'd probably be ecstatic.
"Fuck, Wednesday," (Y/n) sighed against the smaller girl's mouth, hands on her waist as she pressed the ravenette closer to herself, wanting to leave no space in between them.
"Make no sound," Wednesday scolded the (h/c) - haired girl, biting at her lower lip and sliding down to place a chaste kiss along her jawline, "We don't want to get caught, now do we?"
The only response she got was a quiet whine, and she smiled against (Y/n)'s neck, pressing a few kisses there, right by the jugular, and feeling her pulse quicken under the cold touch, the demon's clawed fingers digging sharply into her hips.
The ravenette moved away, and the taller girl breathed in sharp sighs through her mouth, skin tingling and positively on fire.
Wednesday kissed her again, just for the lovesick look in her eyes.
"I'm afraid we have to go before someone notices our absence and thinks I've kidnapped you to torture for fun."
The oni girl huffed, running her hand through her (h/c) hair both to fix it and to relieve the tension that was clearly still there, her other hand resting on Wednesday's waist, rubbing her thumb against the cloth of her uniform affectionately.
"You're such a tease," she sighed, lowering her face a bit, slitted eyes glowing and hopeful, "One last time?"
Wednesday pressed her palm against (Y/n)'s cheek and got on her tip toes to gently kiss the other, lingering there before pulling away completely, leaving a small but noticeable mark of her dark lipstick color.
"There. Let's go."
The oni grinned, cheeks still red, and Wednesday couldn't fight the warm feeling bubbling in her stomach at the way the taller girl looked at her.
"Let's hope Ms. Thornhill doesn't get too mad," (Y/n) chuckled, moving to open the door of the closet, letting some bright light in through a small slit. Then she closed it with a sharp twist of her arm, eyes wide and panicked.
"Wednesday, we've skipped the whole period here."
"And?" The ravenette deadpanned.
"The class is over!"
"And?"
"What do you think! The halls are filled with people right now. There's no way in hell we're getting out of here unnoticed."
"Why would we need to do that?"
The demon girl tore her gaze away from the door, looking down at Wednesday as if she was mad, making the ravenette roll her eyes.
"You're stupid. Come on."
Grabbing (Y/n)'s hand, she opened the door and led the girl forward, tugging when she felt resistance and heard the oni groan.
"I can't believe you sometimes," (Y/n) muttered, embarrassed.
"For someone who seems to always act so cocky and aloof, you care too much about what others think. Besides," she turned around to glance at the frustrated girl, a small smirk on her lips, "the color looks good on you."
(Y/n) didn't answer, too busy avoiding the amused stares of her fellow students passing by.
Oh, they were certainly not going to let her live.
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Happy Birthday to everyone's favorite Hyperactive, Knucklehead Ninja!
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I think you should go with Uzumaki Sai, here's my reasons why.
A) Sasuke still has his family since there was no massacre and thus he still is on great terms with his aniki.
B) Sai is incredibly proficient at that art thing which in my eyes could *easily* be a form of fuinjutsu and the Uzumaki's are well known for their fuinjutsu.
C) Sai could potentially actually be an Uzumaki! I've stuff where someone created a seal to alter what someone looks like so that could very well be the case for Sai (plus I think it would be very funny that when Sai is learning how to feel stuff he gains ears and a tail)
D) Sai deserves family too and if I'm understanding that he's still in ROOT at this point in time then who better to guide on him how to live life then our beloved 1# hyperactive, knucklehead ninja Naruto?
Okay okay you're right BUT I just sat for an hour here doodling Uzumaki Sai ideas... So just hold on!
It's another AU entirely at this point 🙃 why am I like this
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A Writeblr Introduction: @lend-your-lungs-to-me
Hello hello! I’m Delaney, a hyperactive knucklehead whose activity in the writeblr community can be described as “sporadic at best” most of the time. This is a reintroduction, really, but it’s been so long since I posted anything writeblr-related that I figured it was time for a refresher.
A bit about me:
I’m 22, and my pronouns are she/they
I’ve had this blog for five years (wow!) and been a semi-active part of writeblr for the last three or so
I’m a bartender and unfortunately this greatly affects my sleep schedule, daily routine, and overall perception of the public
When I’m not writing, I enjoy video games, reading, and agonizing over inaccurate costuming in period dramas and romances.
But writing is the important part, and that’s why we’re here. Here are my WIPs as they currently stand:
The Lady Dressed in Blood: dark fantasy/romance, first draft in progress (current project, NaNo 2022 project)
Born with the power to mold the flesh of living things both human and animal, Sevka is an Astara—or star-witch—in a time and place where magic is a curse, not a gift. By law in the Alabaster Imperium, all Astari are the personal property of the Emperor, but Sevka bears a curse placed by her long-dead mother — an Astara herself — that prevents her from leaving the remote mountain village she calls home. Caught between an unbreakable curse and the law of the realm, Sevka poses as a mundane healer to keep her power a secret, and hides from both the realm’s Enforcers and the villagers in her midst, lest they build a pyre to burn her on.
When a military incursion destroys her village and forces her to reveal her true nature, Sevka is discovered by the one man who can break the curse her mother left her, and taken to the Snow Palace to serve amongst the most powerful Astari in the Imperium. But a gilded cage is still a cage, and the luxuries of the palace cannot hide the Emperor’s intent to use his Astari as living weapons in his quest to spread the Imperium’s dominion across the world.
The only one who rises in resistance to the Emperor’s will is his own bastard son, an Astara who commands the skies and brings kingdoms to their knees singlehandedly. With the bastard prince’s dire warnings in her ear, and the weight of the realm on her back, Sevka must choose a side, but both sides will end in blood and war.
That’s how the story always goes, isn’t it?
Unholy Holy Things: dark steampunk fantasy/horror, third draft in progress (on hiatus)
In a world where divinity is dead, humanity rules, building empires with power stolen from what was once divine. More than two thousand years after the people of the world of Valeros overthrew their tyrannical gods and claimed freedom for themselves, the Odisian Empire is on the verge of chaos. The Emperor is dying and has no clear heir. Rebellion brews in the shadows. The Imperial Army fights a pointless war of attrition with one of the Empire’s southern neighbours that drains both the Empire’s coffers and the spirits of its people.
In the Imperial Court, two of the Emperor’s children vie for her throne while a foreign prince relies on his wits to escape an arranged marriage and ensure his people’s lasting freedom. The scorned son of an adulterous lord struggles to find a place in a world that demands the divine power he was born without, while a spy navigates the jaws of the Imperial Court with the intent to bring it down from the inside. In the darkness, the empty vessel of a murderous god walks a vengeful path that will see the Empire run red with blood.
Amidst the discovery of a forgotten world, forbidden magic, and a being more ancient than even the long-dead gods, these six get caught up in a deadly game of cat and mouse. To the victor goes the spoils—but all will bleed before the game is through.
These are my main projects at the moment, though I do have a couple others that I’ve left up on the blog since I’ve posted a lot about them even though they’re both currently shelved for the forseeable future. I am a part of a couple different writing servers on discord (though I’m not always the most active, oops) and I’m on tumblr pretty regularly, so feel free to reach out to me on either platform!
That being said, I’m also looking for more writeblrs to follow now that I’m back in the game. I’m particularly interested in fantasy of all sorts but especially dark or epic fantasy, romances, anything with bitch idiot (bisexual) characters, and cool unique worldbuilding. Tell me a bit about yourself in the tags and I’ll check you out!
#writeblr#writblr#writerblr#writers on tumblr#aw shit here we go again#i'm gearing up for nano so. here we go
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The number 1 hyperactive knucklehead ninja! 🍥 I love all of Naruto's different looks throughout the series, especially sage mode (that eye makeup!) and six paths sage mode. ✨ From my stickers though I liked the paint and genin ones most so I had to turn them into charms too. 🥹💖
Sh0p announcement coming soon! 🌱
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lil cousin at the family function likes naruto so i drew him as the number one hyperactive knucklehead ninja >;D
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I think of great anime and those that could have been beyond remarkable. None hurt my heart as much as Soul Eater. The action was dynamic, the inner conflict of each main protagonist was compelling. And having read the Manga to completion. The contrast of where the anime fell short is glaring.
Maka Albarn the Meister and her partner and weapon Soul.
The conflict she has with her father and her inability to trust fully. While trying to spire to the same heights as her career woman of meister mother. Made her come off as an overachiever. Who at the same time stifled her own potential by denying an essential part of herself.
Kid death/Death the kid and his twin weapons also known as former bandits The Cline sisters (i might have gotten their names wrong) Make for a unique pair. His OCD and aesthetic sensibility towards all things symmetrical. As well as being the son of Lord Death himself. Is one of the more powerful students of the Death academy. Groomed to be a successor this heir apparent has a distinct sense of identity while knowing that someday he'll have to step into his father's shoes. Not just as the head of the academy but as head of the meister organization itself.
Those are never seen as burdens to him. Because as always his pursuit of perfection and symmetry are as ever his main focus. His strengths can at times be his faults.
Black Star and Tsubaki our resident ninja duo. You may be use to the crazy. Hyperactive, knucklehead trope. And having that character walk a fine line between righteousness and depravity. You'll find Black Starand Tsubaki strolling along that precipice with ease. Trying to avoid extinction as the last surviving member of the Star clan. A assassin group that lived in the shadows. Black Star breaks the cycle by overcoming his dark fate though he lacks the level of maturity that the others have.
His will and ability are far from lacking. And his weapon having her own trials to overcome made these two one of the best meister and weapon pairs.
An honorable mention as someone who becomes a member of the crew later.
CRONA and his weapon Blackbood
Having the unique disposition of being the child of a witch and a meister. Crona was also experimented on by his own mother. And forcibly injected with the blood from a corrupted soul. This black blood gave them horrific and terrible power at the cost of their sanity. Even the tainted wavelength of his soul had a corrupting influence. His weapon itself is a mass of blackwood coagulated into a sword. Unlike other weapons. This one is a part of him and can not leave his body.
Maka's kindness towards him and even her facing the madness induced by the black blood upon their intial confrontation. Would later lead to understanding. As she became the first one to befriend Crona.
Soul Eater had such a unique design, that was so stylized that it felt like graffiti in motion.
The main trio.still rain some of my top animated protagonist. And I look back fondly on binging the anime and then the Manga because I was so invested in seeing how their story came to a climax.
#soul eater#maka#maka albarn#maka and soul#death the kid#kid death#death the kid and the twins#black star#black star and tsubaki#crona#crona soul eater#black blood#my blood is black ya'know#anime#animation#long post
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naruto and sakura’s been moved here be there or be square
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For NaruHina, who sings in the shower?
SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…
Who sings in the shower
Naruto. Naruto does. Can you imagine Naruto with a great singing voice
Here are some headcanons for this
He’s always used to an empty silence in his apartment. He has been, ever since he was a kid. So he fills the air with the sound of radio and TV, purposely making as much noise as possible in his daily morning routine. And then when he finally learns to do Shadow Clone Jutsu, he uses them to fold the laundry and wash the dishes, even though he doesn’t really need to. They’re hyperactive knuckleheads just like him, and make enough noise to give someone a migraine. It’s better than the emptiness.
This is when he also begins humming along random tunes for the three minutes it takes for the instant ramen to cook, the amount of time it takes to get dressed. His clones tease him at first, claiming his voice is off-key, but he improves so fast that they end up eating their words. They actually become very, very competitive about this, and things once escalated into a war over which clone is the best singer.
His neighbors were not happy.
Hinata doesn’t know for a really long time how good he is at singing.
Boy is she shocked when she finds out
One day, soon after their first date, she finds herself walking along to his apartment in the middle of the night, exhausted from a mission. Nothing is better than meeting Naruto after a mission and slurping up instant ramen with him, defeating him and his weak stomach every single time.
Her knuckles barely rap on his front door when a loud crash echoes and loud squabbling can be heard and - yes, someone definitely shouted “Rasengan!!!!” at the top of his voice.
Naturally, Hinata’s...worried. She activates her Byakugan, especting a fight. An intruder? An enemy invading Konoha again?
No
No, that would be normal and Naruto was not normal
Naruto’s clones were not normal
Few things shocked Hinata about Naruto anymore
The idea that he would engage in a singing war with his clones was one of them
She laughs so hard
So, so hard
Naruto makes her promise never to tell anyone
She holds a certain power over him, knowing all these weird things about him that no one else does
But his secret is safe with her. He’s always safe with her.
Let’s just say that Boruto and Himawari slept very well when they were kids. Their dad is great at singing lullabies, after all.
I’m sorry for the novel
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OH since we are sending fics can i show you my Naruto fic?? Im Zeroswaifu on Ao3 i was thinking about putting this in my main Shikanaru fic somewhere tell me what you think!
this is LEE-NEJI my babes
Admitting to Lee that he somehow burrowed his way into his formerly stoned heart turn flesh and blood, by none other than a certain hyperactive knucklehead was going to be harder than he expected at first glance. Neji knew this, he knew this before he even thought about putting his feelings into words. The deed has already been done, he'd already asked him if it’s okay to ask him a question, to which he agreed unknowingly what it was going to be.
He cannot go back now.
Neji he takes a deep breath the world isn't ending this is not the end.
"Do you.. want to go out?"
Lee blinks at him tilting his head a little. “Of course Neji I we can go out, you do not have to be afraid to ask me that.”
This was easier than he initially thought it would be almost too easy. “Lee do you understand what i am asking you?”
“Yes, it is a very simple question. You are asking me if i want to engage in training outdoors are you not?”
Neji’s shoulders sag in despondency. It was as he suspected. “No i mean go out with me like on a date.”
“You mean like rivals?” Bless his foolish heart it’s only because of their childish sensei he’s like this. “Explain.” Lee crosses his arms in thought.
“Not like rivals, just two people who want to get to know each other better.”
“What more is there for me to know? I know everything about you Neji.” Apparently not. “You don’t want to train? You want to just relax?”
For him not to understand what he was hinting at this whole time was beyond Neji. However he couldn’t or rather he wouldn’t blame the poor thing for not knowing. The majority of their former classmates thought him an oddity among shinobi because of his unorthodox behavior.
The near ability to replicate their senseis idiotic personality to a tee. Not to mention his inability to do any other jutsu except taijutsu.
Neji digressed. He'd have to stop being subtle with him and try a more direct approach.
“Lee, I want to go on a date with you. Do you know what a date is?”
“I know I am slow at some things but do not think of me as someone who doesn’t because I do.” There was uncertainty in his tone. “G-guy sensei and Kakashi go on dates all the time so of course i know.”
Neji narrows his eyes. “I mean.. Yes they do, that's one example of what dating could be i suppose..” An unappealing one at that. “It’s not the kind of date I was expecting from you and I. I wanted us dating to be,” He clears his throat. “Different.”
He feels the urge to fix his hair even though he brushed it thoroughly this morning. Nothing is wrong with it, he just wants to hide in it because now that he’s getting to the point it’s becoming somewhat of intimidation to look Lee in the eyes and he wants to back down.
Neji Hyuga doesn’t back down from anything ever. Period. This is a thing and he isn’t about to back down.
“Different how?” He’s left him waiting for too long. It's time to take a plunge.
“Let me take you on a real date, please” He almost forgets to add "please." please is polite.
Lee frowns. “I am actually busy today. I have to do one hundred loops around the village because I failed to do fifty jumping jacks while going up stairs. However if you were to accompany me would that count as a date? ”
The idea of becoming sweaty and dying under the sun was repulsive to Neji BUT taking a walk with Lee did count as a date in his book sooo- “I accept. But can we take it down a few notches to just taking a walk in the forest?” He would make an exception for Lee and Lee only.
hiiii anon, glad to see you back!!
"engage in training outdoors" KJCDKJDKDJF WELL... NOT QUITE LEE
i love this anon, i really do!!
this pairing is so fun to me, because both of them don't have normal social skills and neji is trying his best but lee is so clueless about everything, it's fun to see them trying to find their footing in the world of dating
i think this is very well written btw!!
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Naruto Uzumaki 🥷🍃
Number One Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja
#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto uzumaki#team 7#shadow clone jutsu#sexy jutsu#summoning jutsu#rasengan#nine tailed fox
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Unpopular opinion : kakairu ship is overrated
strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree
I am not actively ship it, but I can see the appeal of this ship. They got shy-shy in their conversation about Naruto, Kakashi’s ‘tough way’ and Iruka’s ‘soft way’ at handling Team 7’s Chuunin Exam, Iruka protected a kid and the Kakashi came and strongly grabbed the Pain’s hand from Iruka, those scenes are indeed very alluring and potentially create many romantic fluff and domestic scenarios. Because of that, I don’t think this ship is a crack ship despite the little amount of canon basis compared to other Kakashi ships like KakaObi, KakaGai, and even KakaYama. Also since KakaObi, KakaGai, and KakaYama are fully developed only on part 2 (KakaGai got some development on part 1 too and KakaObi was hinted) making KakaIru has the advantage of an early start. It’s really not weird or surprising that KakaIru has the most contents among Kakashi ships.
But I am admittedly very, veeerrryyyyy picky when it comes to consuming KakaIru contents like fics or fancomics. Why? Because I just love Kakashi’s canon story and characterization so much while in my opinion some KakaIru contents overrate the impact Iruka has on Kakashi and vice versa to the point that it massively deviated from their canon version.
Unfortunately, it’s hard to be a picky person in the sea of KakaIru contents and find one from the million KakaIru content that was ‘clicked’ for me haha. Very often I stopped reading KakaIru fics halfway because I just feel disagree downright annoyed with Kakashi’s (also Iruka’s) characterization as the story goes. So sometimes I filtered out KakaIru tag when I am in the mood to read fics or fancomics. Sorry.
I mean like, Iruka and Kakashi are acquaintance at best, stranger at worst. And truthfully, there’s nothing wrong with that. Romantic story between two acquaintances and even strangers are valid especially when they have common interest, in KakaIru’s case namely Naruto. But, sometimes its shippers try to push Iruka and Kakashi to be each other’s “one and only” too hard, and that resulted in a complete erasure of other people that was already in Kakashi and Iruka’s lives. For example, I read a fic that portrays Kakashi didn’t have any real friend before he met Iruka. That truly left a bad taste on my mouth because Gai is the realest friend you can ever get and there’s nothing fake in Kakashi’s friendship with Asuma and Kurenai. Or the description that “Iruka is the only one who can touch and melt Kakashi’s cold heart”. Uh, canonly Obito holds that role and then kinda bit Team 7. In canon when Kakashi and Iruka met and talk on the first time, Kakashi is already a quite warm person (see Kakashi’s conversation with Inari). Also those who portray Iruka as the only one who can surprise Kakashi, say hello to Kakashi’s beloved Most Unpredictable Number One Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja (PLATONICALLY).
Then in Iruka’s case, I know that a filler episode made Kakashi to be the one who convince Iruka to accept Naruto, but on Chapter 1, it’s wholly Iruka’s effort to sacrifice his life for Naruto and acknowledge his existence. To give the credit to Kakashi for the sake of romantic story is quite bit....unsettling for me. Also about Iruka’s grief for his parents. You can hate Hiruzen all you want, but the one who told Iruka that he was not alone after his parents’ death is Hiruzen, not and never Kakashi. Lastly, indeed Iruka was dramatically saved by Kakashi from Pain and maybe also in other fillers episodes, but he was still a trained ninja. Him tearfully praying “Kakashi-san (or usually “Kashi”, when the fic is already at the point of calling nickname), please save me!” every time he encounters danger is a huge disservice for him, don’t you think?
Not to mention KakaIru contents that completely strayed from canon like secret ANBU Iruka or Popular Sex God Kakashi...
So yeah, while I understand the appeal of this ship and think there’s nothing wrong the fact that it was the most popular Kakashi ship, I was a bit saddened by the fact that majority of those huge number of shipper contents have a very little care of canon characterization to the point that it feel for me like I don’t read a story about Kakashi and Iruka, but a story about two strangers that were named Kakashi and Iruka. I know that it can’t be helped for them to go hard on headcanon land since KakaIru has a very little canon basis but still...
(Or someone can pretty please recommend me KakaIru fics and/or doujins that have Kakashi and Iruka in character?)
#hatake kakashi#umino iruka#a little bit#anti kakairu#just in case#I really don't hate this pairing#but I admit that I feel little bitter#to see KakaIru dominate doujin contents haha#to the point that I can't find doujins of other Kakashi's pairing#except KakaNaru -_-#and most old KakaIru doujins have a very blatant seme-uke dynamic#I am.... not a fan#meta answer
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Dattebayo! The Naruto Anime Celebrates Twentieth Anniversary
Dattebayo! The Naruto Anime Celebrates Twentieth Anniversary
#NARUTO20th #NARUTO #ナルト #anime #manga
It’s hard to believe it has been twenty years since we were introduced to the No. 1 Hyperactive Knucklehead Ninja, Naruto Uzumaki. Today marked the Twentieth Anniversary of the anime series based on Masashi Kishimoto’s Action Fantasy Manga, Naruto.
To celebrate this momentous occasion, the anime team released three new visuals. Studio Pierrot also released a brand new promotional video…
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