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Naruto - Sage Mode
I love Sage mode. Wanted to depict a quiet scene.
#ナルト 疾風伝#naruto#sage mode#sage mode is the best#ナルト#naruto shippuden#naruto fanart#anime#manga#anime fan art#frogs
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selfies with my boy :'D
was doing other things, saw dragon, booped over to see if i could land on said dragon, collected some spike shards, then decided to just....hang out and farm some materials lol discovered that being on dragon and not giving tulin anywhere else to fly was the secret to getting him in a selfie!
#sarah plays totk#also took down my first totk lynel today :')#it was a bad fight but i'm still proud of myself for doing it :')#in other news yunobo has been sentenced to travel mode#one too many mishaps omfg he just kept rolling everywhere and setting things on fire when he was not supposed to#so only tulin gets to be in adventure mode for now#i love tulin and he will ALWAYS be in adventure mode bc he is best travel buddy#i need to go get the other sages but for now i'ma just explore a bit#go back to the depths and upgrade batteries some maybe#just chill
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@sagemoderocklee
I know a while back I had done a small sketch based off your username, but I wanted to give it a bit more of a go this time around.
Sage Mode Rock Lee because Lee deserves nice things!!! (I couldn't decide on exactly how I wanted it to look, so I ended up scribbling out a few options.)
I really liked the idea of the shapes extending his eyelashes to make him look like he was perpetually crying, though.
#rock lee#sage mode#sage mode rock lee#naruto#sketch#charcoal#charcoal drawing#fanart#i drew this over halloween but wanted to wait to post it until after the horrorfest#rock lee deserves nice things#long hair#long haired rock lee#best boy#nart#nart fanart#naruto art#narutober#but posted late
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Burger (Short) King | Epel Felmier
Synopsis: It’s date night and the place you selected to go with Epel was this humble fast food restaurant that serves the best hamburger in the north part of the island. Well, even if you weren’t that curious about the truth in those rumors, you just wanted Epel to have fun at dinner for once.
Epel Felmier x gender neutral reader / fluff / appleboy's accent / established relationship / use of “you” pronouns / word count: 900 words / Masterlist
Notes: This idea came from one of my talks with @pandoa about Epel’s SR Cerimonial groovy and I just idealized this dinner night with Epel. What can I do? I love bacon and the smile of happiness shining on Epel's face. And, like always, I tried my best to write him with a southern accent... I really tried ;w;
Burger (Short) King
The burger had barely been brought to your table and you just sat there in wonder on how Epel got so quick to devour the meal. It was just a dinner date in the Sage Island village at a decent Saturday night time.
But there he was — your little lilac gremlin of a boyfriend — stuffing his mouth full of meat, bacon and lettuce with gravy as if it were the first and last meal of his life after centuries of starvation. Manners at the dinner table aside, the promotional burger was really that delicious.
When you saw the announcement promo on Magicam, you immediately remembered Epel.
It was a double steak burger, with bacon and thin onions fried in shoyu sauce, keeping company with lettuce and fresh tomatoes, tasty pickles and a special sauce “ala Chef’s mode”. Everything a delicious fast food meal could offer in carbs and a few extra nutrients.
Or it was what Epel tried to justify on the way there, which made you both ask for apple juice. But the juice alone wouldn’t nullify the bacon or the steak, you assumed with good humor.
It was then that the real reason for Epel’s enthusiasm occurred to you: most, if not all, of Pomefiore would not take your dinner so good-naturedly.
You knew that clogging up with fast-food wasn’t beneficial in many ways, but it was only for one day. Epel wouldn’t die if he ate enough meat for one night. In fact, with the addition of the potatoes and the pie he planned to buy for you both as a dessert at a nearby bakery, you wondered how much Epel usually ate for dinner.
You knew that before Epel met you, he sat alone in the cafeteria most of the time at the beginning of the year. Sometimes he was accompanied by Jack because they were the same class, other times his dorm leader and vice would personally supervise him — if there was time on their lunch schedule.
Epel even had a bag of onions in his blazer pocket to put for lunch if he needed it, which usually drove Jack’s sense of smell crazy. But he didn’t have to bring anything like that to your date, fortunately.
“Is it good?,” you asked after taking your first bite of the burger.
Epel had his mouth full of bacon and chips when you asked him for his opinion. He swallowed it all before answering you.
“Delicious, I tell ya what!,” he replied with a big smile.
It took a few minutes but Epel’s mouth was freer to talk — and let slip a little of the accent you loved so much.
“You know that no one is going to steal your sandwich, right? You can eat more calmly. You know, like really chew and enjoy the food,” you giggled, trying to reassure him.
“Have ya forgot who my dorm leader is? Well, I s’wanee I’ll be damned if not admit that, without Rook, I wouldn’t even be here. 'To thank lil’ someone don’t kill nor take a bite out of ya', meemaw say.”
You didn’t remember hearing anything similar before, but if it was advice from Marja Felmier, there was nothing to question.
Not to mention that it was a big truth — it took a lot of bribery and dramatizations of your wish to have dinner alone with your boyfriend to convince Rook to be your accomplice in this far from nutritional crime.
Just in case, you two were in the corner closest to the back exit of the diner, with no windows in sight and with a lot of things around to keep people from recognizing you.
You never know when you’re picking a poisoned apple from a seemingly well-meaning old lady, or even an extremely romantic hunter. Can’t never risk enough, you could only suppose. You would do anything to ensure the success of that date.
Epel took advantage of your thoughtful moment to eat some more. His eyes, when not closed with satisfaction, had a delightful shimmer to them that put the night stars to shame.
It was the best gift you could have given him. In fact, the boy could only think that apple carvings wouldn’t be enough to reward you.
He was actually going to try to plan something truly worthy of your kindness to him — and his countryside stomach that wouldn’t deny good meat in front of him.
But you didn’t feel like you needed any reward. Watching his joy was enough to make your heart happy. You took a sip of the apple juice, amazed at the way Epel smiled even while chewing. You held back a laughter as you watched him lick a sauce mustache that was forming above his lips.
Epel’s joy was your greatest and most precious treasure. It was enough.
“I’d do anything for you.”
“What didja say?,” the boy asked, distracted.
“C-can you pass me a napkin?,” you tried to disguise your words, not wanting to scare him with the intensity of your emotions.
Although confused, Epel shrugged and held out the small box of napkins to you.
While you were bothering to wipe non-existent crumbs from your mouth, the look of your boyfriend and his smile went unnoticed by you. Even if it took a long time before you could repeat that kind of date night, nothing would change within his heart.
Epel would still love you tons.
| Special notes: I wanted to make it a little longer but maybe another time. And I stand that I would fight all Pomefiore just to deliver the most crazy stuffed burger from McDonalds to Epel. They can't hold the power of sertanejo in my veins!! |
#twisted wonderland#epel felmier#epel felmier x reader#epel x reader#twst x reader#gender neutral reader#twst scenarios#twst imagines#twst fanfic#fluff#date night#i'll give epel all my love and burgers i can buy#cherry's writing#cherry's mumbling about twst
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okay, guys:
Sakura having sensor skills is bs? Yes. Sort of. Yes in the sense of that novel.
Is being a sensor a Kekkei Genkai? No.
A sensor is a type of shinobi that is more sensitive to chakra signatures than regular shinobi, but every ninja has it as a basic skill as every one of them can perceive chakra (which is why many can sense danger approaching, more so if the attacker has immense reserves) and train such skill. The main difference between Sensors and non-sensors is the extent to which they can extend their sensitivity to chakra signatures (naturally, they are more alert to energies) and the fact that they can mould chakra and turn it to "sensory mode" to precisely detect foreign signatures, recognize the chakra of an individual, get information of the clan (if they previously know the family) and the nature of such individuals (if they are aggressive or not, their mood, and so on).
Yamakana, all of them, are sensors (they do seem to hone that skill to be able to sense further) and they use this exact "sensory mode" to use the Kanchi Denden (sensing transmission). Ino seems to be the best sensor in Konoha alive in Boruto.
Karin (and Mito?) have the Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which is a supreme form of sensing only present in some Uzumaki members, they can sense all chakra signatures within many kilometers as well as discern how many signatures there are, what type of being it belongs to and whether a specific individual is present. Sasuke chose Karin as his teammate for this exact reason, she's the best sensor alive in Boruto.
Tobirama and Minato seem to be very powerful sensors. Naruto, Hashirama, and likely Kabuto can sense chakra when in Sage Mode.
Hyüga, Inuzuka, and Aburame are not "sensors" in the strict term of the word, as they do not sense chakra signatures, Hyüga can see chakra, Inuzuka can smell individuals (not chakra as far as I'm aware of), and Aburame have their Kikaichus to perceive others.
The Sharingan can see chakra in far more detail than the Byakugan.
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Hidden Love - Charles Leclerc One Shot/Request
Read Part 2 Here!
Pairing: Reader x Charles Leclerc
Warnings: smut, language, a Charles quickie cause ya girl's fingers started to fall off by word 7,000...
Rating: Mature
Synopsis: Classic friends with lovers with our soft boy Charles with some smut at the end <3
Word Count: ~7500 words (clearly one shots are not my specialty... I get way too connected to my characters!)
AN: Sorry this took so long anon! I had to prioritize Man's World and work kicked my butt last week but hope you enjoy this and thanks for requesting!!
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I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to call Pierre my brother; while I knew the world looks at him like a playboy, to me he is the silly, loving and kind brother who always had sage, if not very unsolicited, advice. Growing up as kids we rarely fought. Being so close in age – only 18 months apart – we were bound at the hip practically since birth. Pierre probably knew me almost as much as I knew myself – which is why he was 100% accurate when he confronted me with my feelings for his best friend and Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc.
“Good morning, Pierre,” I hollered as I walked into our Monaco apartment; Pierre had decided he wanted to spend a little more time in Monaco this year. The newest art gallery I was working for was based in Monaco, and with so many of the other drivers living in Monaco, Pierre had asked if I wanted to share an apartment for this race season. I hadn’t lived with my brother in over 5 years, so I was incredibly excited to get the opportunity to share an apartment with my best friend. I figured eventually we would both settle down with someone, so this was likely our last chance as brother and sister to have some quality family time just the two of us. Plus, things with my boyfriend Gerardo had been progressing. While we had only dated for 4 months, I felt like things were starting to get more serious.
“Good morning, (Y/N),” Pierre called back. As I walked into the kitchen, I smelled the sweet, sweet aroma of coffee beans – freshly ground – and bacon with toast. I sat down at the marbled kitchen island and grabbed a cup of coffee that Pierre had already poured for me – black coffee with just a touch of creamer. Pierre and I had both become coffee snobs a few years ago after a lovely trip to Peru; there’s something about black coffee that just screams morning to me.
“Thanks for this. So, what’s the plan for tonight? Your text said you wanted to cook some dinner?” I asked casually, trying to pry out of him what exactly he wanted. We typically ate dinner together, so I it was odd that he had directly asked if I was free tonight and if I wanted to have dinner with him.
“Charles is coming over, he’s back from Italy a day early, and thought it would be nice to have dinner before we all head to Austria.”
“Oh how lovely! Haven’t seen Charles in what feels like an age. Yes, that would be great. I’ll tell Gerardo, I’d love for him to meet Gerardo before he comes to Austria with us.” I clapped my hands and grabbed my phone, crafting a text to Gerardo with the hope that he could make some time to come. Recently he had been spending a lot of time with ‘the boys’, so I felt like we hadn’t seen each other in forever.
As I pulled out my phone, I could feel Pierre grimace, wanting to clearly say something. “Why can’t it just be the three of us?” he asked calmly, but I could see the look of panic in his eyes when I lifted mine to meet his deep blue ones.
“Why do you not like Gerardo?” I responded, slowing standing up from my chair at the kitchen counter. I knew Pierre didn’t like Gerardo; he’d only invited him to Austria because I had begged him to. Pierre had always had this silly thought in his head that Charles and I should be together. I typically shrugged him off when he said things like that. The reality was: Why on earth would Charles want to date me? He had access to beautiful models all throughout Europe. Something I reminded Pierre often – considering he always had a model on his arm, no matter the event.
Pierre was convinced Gerardo was just using me to get free F1 tickets and to get into exclusive events, a comment I thought was incredibly rude. Gerardo couldn’t just like me for me? Pierre said this about a lot of my boyfriends, something I often tried to ignore, but it was starting to truly irk me. I was a catch – and not because my brother was a Formula 1 driver. I worked at one of the most exclusive art galleries in Monaco; I had my own set of events to attend. I didn’t need him to get into a VIP club – although it was arguably easier.
“(Y/N), we’ve discussed this… it’s not that I don’t like the guy, it’s that I don’t think he’s right for you,” he responded coolly, clearly sending my agitation and frustration.
“Is it because you still have this secret plan to get me and Charles together? I know he recently broke up with his last model girlfriend. This better not be one of those games you like to play.” I put an emphasis on model, just to reinstate the reason why Charles and I would never be together.
Pierre just signed. “No plan, no plan,” he said with acceptance. “I just wanted some old friends to hang out together. If it’s important for you to invite Gerardo, then please invite him; there will be plenty of food.”
I nodded and texted Gerardo, who to my surprise, said he would love to join the three of us for dinner this evening.
“Excellent – it’s settled then,” I responded with a grin, getting up from the table with my coffee cup. I hadn’t seen Charles in forever and I was excited to finally the future WDC holder of 2022. Charles had such a fun air about him – he was incredibly charming, funny, but most of all, compassionate. There had been so many late night phone calls throughout the year where Charles would sit endlessly on the phone, listening to my career plans. He’d ask me about my days in classes when I was at Uni and when I got my first job at a gallery, Charles was the first one to send me a beautiful bouquet of daisies, my favorite flower, as a congratulations. Unlike Pierre, he had always seemed supportive of my boyfriends – always made them feel welcome.
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Charles arrived at half 6, 30 minutes before Pierre had told me Charles was going to arrive. I suspected he had told Charles 6:15, in the hopes that he would come earlier than Gerardo – no doubt part of Pierre’s plan for us to have some alone time without my current boyfriend. Charles was notoriously always late to events – his mother said she knew he’d just be one of those people who were always late, given that he was almost a week late to his expected date of birth.
I opened the door and before I knew it, I was engulfed in the hug of the century. “Charles, it’s so lovely to see you!” I yelled, giving him a second and then a third hug. He chuckled and said the same. As I shuffled him into the living, I noticed a small bouquet of flowers in his bag. He saw me looking and smiled, pulling them out of his bag and handing them to me.
“I saw these at a local market I was at this morning, thought you might like them,” he said with the biggest smile. Truth be told, my heart melted at that moment. I nodded, a little shyly, and took them from him, giving him yet another hug.
“Thanks Charles, these are just lovely. You are too kind! How a woman hasn’t snatched you up yet, I will never know.”
He beamed at me, ever the gentlemen this Monegasque was. “I am looking forward to Austria this weekend. You coming on the jet with us?”
“Yes, Gerardo and I will be flying with Pierre – he’s never been to Austria, so I am excited to go a day earlier and show him around.”
I wasn’t sure what emotion had flashed across Charles’ face, but it almost looked like disappointment. As soon as it had arrived on his face, it was gone and his face resumed the usual smile with those precious dimples. I decided to think nothing of it. I knew both Charles and Pierre were under a ton of stress, especially Charles who was so close to winning the championship.
“Who is Gerardo?” he asked quietly, still smiling directly at me. The smile was looking a little forced, but I let it slide.
“(Y/N)’s new boyfriend,” Pierre responded quickly. “He’s coming with us to Austria,” he added a bit too bluntly.
“… and we’re excited about it,” I snapped back, looking directly at Pierre. “And we’re going to be nice to him, right?”
Pierre rolled his eyes but nodded, looking back at Charles.
“Well, that’s exciting,” Charles replied, clapping his hands together; his smile was starting to look genuine. “I’ll be sure to give him a tour of the Ferrari garage if you’d like. We have some time on Thursday.”
“That would be great,” I explained. “More than Pierre has offered – he’s apparently too busy to give us a tour around the garage.” I rolled my eyes, but playfully batted at my brother’s shoulder.
“You know I would if I could, but we’ve got some big red bull sponsorship events this week,” Pierre gave me a loving shove. I suspected he was over dramatizing his schedule, but I nodded in agreement. No doubt about it, it was a huge event for both Red Bull teams and Pierre was expected to participate.
After another 10 minutes of chit chat, Gerardo knocked at the door. Before I could get to the door, Pierre had beaten me to it. “Gerardo, welcome to our home,” he said. I didn’t like the emphasis on our home, but chalked it up to Pierre just being his usual protective big brother self. He and Gerardo had met a couple other times before, but Gerardo was still very new in Pierre’s eyes.
Charles quickly got up to shake Gerardo’s hand. “Nice to meet you,” Charles said. “I’m an old family friend.”
“Oh, I know who you are,” Gerardo said with what could only be described as the most cringeworthy grin. “Charles Leclerc – great to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard so much about you. Looking forward to seeing Max beat you at the Red Bull ring this weekend,” he joked. Gerardo laughed after his comment, as if he had made a hilarious joke, and then winked at Charles. Charles, ever the gentlemen, let out an awkward, light chuckle. A little rude to someone who had just offered to show us around the Ferrari garage, but I hoped that Charles wasn’t too offended.
The rest of dinner went by fairly smoothly. Gerardo let out a few more awkward comments towards Charles, but overall he was a pleasant conversationalist with the group. I reckoned that it was probably hard to come into a group of well established friends and insert yourself into the conversation, so I thought he did great. As dinner started to whine down, Gerardo excused himself from the group. He apparently had to go back for Austria tomorrow. I was confused, because he told me over the weekend that he was so excited he had already packed, but I nodded and gave him a hug and kiss good-bye.
He glanced back at both my brother and Charles and then gave me a huge kiss, wrapping both of his arms around my waist and lifting me off of the floor. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, beautiful,” he cooed. I nodded, a little lightheaded from the unexpected hug. I quickly closed the door, only to turn around to see both Charles and Pierre stating at me, a look of disbelief on Pierre’s face.
“Well, now the real party can begin,” Pierre announced as he walked over to the wine cabinet and grabbed a bottle of champagne. I frowned at him for his sassy comment about Gerardo leaving, but resumed my place on the couch, putting out my glass for a refill.
“So, (Y/N), how long have you and Gerardo been dating?” Charles asked me.
“A few months now – almost 4. I feel like in the last month it’s started to get more serious, so I am excited to bring him to the paddock.” Unbeknownst to me, Pierre was standing behind me, rolling his eyes at Charles and gesturing for him to change the subject. Charles ignored him and pressed further.
“That’s great, I’m happy for you. He seems so familiar, like I’ve met him before. Just can’t place where.”
“Well he’s lived in Monaco all his life, so you’ve probably seen him out at a club or something.“ I responded casually. Truthfully, I had no idea where they would have met, but they were both quite active in the night life of Monaco so it was entirely possible that they had some mutual friends.
“Well he seems like a nice guy, and as long as he makes you happy, then I am happy for you,” Charles said lightly. There was a tint of sadness in his voice, but before I could address it Pierre but in.
“As happy as a girlfriend can be when she’s dating a guy who can’t make her come during sex,” he remarked to Charles.
“PIERRE!” I shrieked, throwing the couch cushion at him. “I told you that in confidence! You can’t go around saying that to people.” I was mortified. When I was drunk one night about a month ago I had let that horrifying comment slip to Pierre, who since then, definitely took a strong dislike to Gerardo. He was a believer that a man’s number one focus in bed should be on his girlfriend, something he told me over and over.
I held my hand up, “I am NOT discussing this with my brother and his best friend. Nope. Absolutely not.”
I turned to Charles and noticed his eyes flicker up at me, his face a bit pink – likely from the cringeworthy announcement my brother had just made to the group. I mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’. It was clear Pierre was starting to get quite drunk.
“Well, I think we should call it a night,” I said pointedly to Pierre. “YOU have to be up early tomorrow and you cannot be hungover in Austria. Something about all of those sponsorship meetings… if I remember correctly,” I said with a grin, reminding him of the reason why he couldn’t give me and Gerardo that garage tour.
Charles nodded and started walking towards the door. As we were standing at the door, he leaned in closely, and whispered ever so gently, “Pierre is right, you know.” I raised an eye brow at him. His face was so close to my ear, I could feel his breath on my neck. “A boyfriend’s priority shouldn’t just be ‘how can I make my girlfriend come, but how many times I can make my girlfriend come.’” Before I could even respond to that comment, Charles winked at me and shut the door.
I stood there, slightly baffled. Charles had always been so sweet and well-mannered – I had never seen this side of him before. I retreated back to the living room, grabbed the remaining glass of champagne, and downed it.
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Pierre was right. I did have feelings for Charles – feelings that I had to shove deep down because I knew that if I let them out, they’d explode inside of me, and I would end up being incredibly disappointed. I let that little comment from Charles slide, and went to sleep, trying to dream of my boyfriend making me come, and not Charles Leclerc.
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Of course the next morning Pierre woke up with a brutal hangover. I told him not to drink too much, but he was not one to listen to me, or anyone, – especially if champagne was involved. Gerardo met us at the airport. He also looked a little worse for wear, which I thought was odd considering he went straight home last night and had only drunk a couple glasses of wine. He gave me some excuse about having allergies, and I just nodded back at, doing my best to not roll my eyes. I didn’t think they looked like allergies, but I also wasn’t in the mood to get into a fight. This was going to be a good weekend, I could feel it in my bones.
That Wednesday went delightfully – Gerardo and I spent the day touring Austria and enjoying the lovely weather. Thursday Charles kept his promise and offered to give Gerardo and I a tour of the Ferrari garage, which was just lovely. I always thought that if Charles wasn’t a formula 1 driver, he would have made a great public speaker. He always had that beautiful smile on his face and his answers to everything were so diplomatic. About half-way thru the tour I got a call from Pierre, asking me to meet me in his drivers room- he had lost something, as usual. I apologized and said that Gerardo and I would have to go, but Charles offered to continue giving Gerardo a tour.
“Go ahead, I’m happy to continue the tour. I mean you’ve already seen all this a bunch of times,” he said with that million dollar smile. I nodded and kissed Gerardo on the check, apologizing again.
“Call me when you’re done, I’ll come get you.” Gerardo nodded and I ran off into the direction of the Alpha Tauri garages, cursing Pierre under my breath.
Charles Leclerc’s POV
As (Y/N) ran off towards the Alpha Tauri garage, my heart sank just a little. I barely got to spend any time with her these days and so I felt like every moment I had with her was precious, even if I had to spend it with her horribly annoying boyfriend. He came across as a nice enough fellow, even if he occasionally insulted me, something I guessed was because he was trying to mark his territory. I understood that on some primal level – (Y/N) Gasly was breathtakingly beautiful. Her laugh could warm up an entire room and her smile could make any person’s walls come down, if they just gave her enough time.
Timing had never seemed to be on our side. Every time I ended a relationship, and built up the courage to ask her out, she was dating someone. It was this vicious cycle where I could never seem to find the right moment to truly tell her how I feel. And now, almost 7 years after I had originally worked up the courage to ask her out, she was once again in another relationship.
I turned back to Gerardo who was just smiling at me with that horrendous grin he had – reminded me of that Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“It must be so cool to be a formula 1 driver; surrounded by all those hot models, what a dream,” he said with a smirk and a pat on my back. I was a little taken aback by his comment.
“Actually, it’s not nearly as glamorous as it sounds. We put a lot of hard work into training and getting the cars ready each race. I find it hard to maintain a constant relationship with a girlfriend,” I said with a sigh.
“Ahh, come on mate, you don’t have to pretend with me,” Gerardo laughed, “I know that’s the selling point. All the women you want, with none of the commitments attached – a true dream. Don’t have to buy her flowers the night after, if you know what I mean. Georgia is always expecting something!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. No, I didn’t know what he meant. Here he was with the girl of my dreams, the one woman I knew I could manage a relationship with while still trying to win the WDC. (Y/N) understood the pressures we drivers were under. When I was at the Ferrari Driving Academy, she was the one person I could call and talk to – day or night. She was the first person I called to tell her I had been signed on as a Ferrari driver, although she didn’t know that.
I decided to rebuff his comment and and continue on with the tour, hoping he would get the hint.
He didn’t.
“You know you and I have met a few other times,” he said casually. “We met about a month ago at Club W at the opening night.”
I nodded. Now I remember where I had met him. Yes, at the opening of the new Club. “Didn’t you have a date there?” I asked casually, trying not to sound too interested. He took the bate – idiot.
“Oh yeah, hot blonde – Cathy or something. (Y/N) and I weren’t serious then,” he added quickly.
I nodded, and continued to look forward, looking for a way out of this conversation. I knew that wasn’t true, (Y/N) had told me they’d dated for almost 4 months. If I had a girl like (Y/N) Gasly, I wouldn’t even remotely look in another girls’ direction. Fortunately, before I had to endure any more of Gerardo, (Y/N) had texted that she was on her way back. Within a couple of minutes (Y/N) was walking towards the garage, waving at me.
I nodded and waved to her as she entered the garage. “Sorry I have to run, but talk to you later!” I called out to her as I walked back into my drivers room. She looked disappointed as I turned away, but after my talk with Gerardo, I couldn’t bare to face her.
I had a decision to make. Do I tell her about Gerardo’s comments? Maybe he didn’t mean them. Maybe they weren’t that serious a month ago. I highly doubted that, but I couldn’t bare the look on her face as I told her the terrible things that insufferable boyfriend of hers had decided to share with me. I decided to keep it to myself, unless he decided to continue this conversation with me. There was no reason to ruin her happiness by sharing with her some offhanded comments – was there?
*****
Your POV
I was disappointed that Charles had only waved to me from the garage. I knew that he was incredibly busy and he had done me a favor by showing Gerardo around, but still, he had always make time for me in the past. I gave him a quick wave and then grabbed Gerardo’s hand to drag him back to the Alpha Tauri hospitality center where Pierre had set us up.
The rest of Thursday and all of qualifying on Friday went smoothly. I loved getting the head sets and listening to Pierre on the radio, it made me really feel apart of the race which I know was important to Pierre. That Friday evening the drivers were all getting together at a local bar to celebrate – not too much as they all had to race the next day, but it was a tradition to at least go out and chat. Pierre invited Gerardo and I – well mostly me – and we out to the club.
At around 9pm I was beginning to feel exhausted and asked Gerardo to take me home – hoping we could get in some cuddles and chats before the big sprint race tomorrow. We hadn’t spent much time alone together just the two of us, and after Saturday it would be all race prep and then straight to celebrating; we’d have very little time to be alone.
I suggested to my boyfriend that he take me home, but he rebuffed my comment – clearly annoyed that I had asked. Charles, noticing this, offered to take me home as he also wanted to get some proper sleep before the sprint race. The walk home was very quiet, we barely said a word to each other, but the silence was comforting. Charles and I had a that in common – we could both just enjoy each others company without needing to fill the space with words. As we approached my hotel, I leaned in and gave him a big hug, thanking him for taking me home. As I went to pull back, he pulled me closer, deepening the hug. He put his face in the crook of my neck and sighed.
“I am so glad you’re here, (Y/N),” he whispered.
“Me too, Charles. It’s been great to see you – even if you’ve been so busy the last two days.”
“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind with the championship race really heating up. I’m so close to my dream, you know, so close…” he trailed off at the end. I just nodded in response. I knew this was his dream.
“You deserve this, Charles. Good luck tomorrow – I think you’ll be brilliant in the sprint race. Your car is phenomenal.” Charles didn’t respond to me; he just kept staring at me, as if he had something to say but couldn’t possibly utter out the words.
“Everything ok?” I asked politely, trying not to prod, but I could see that he had something he wanted to say.
“You deserve better,” Charles blurted out. I could see the panic in his eyes, as if he hadn’t expected to say that, but couldn’t help himself.
“What do you mean?” I responded dryly.
“That guy – Gerardo – he’s a dick. He doesn’t treat you like you deserve.”
“And how would you know what I deserve?” I snapped back. “This coming from a guy who has a new model on his arm every week. What do you know about dating? What do you know about love?” I could feel myself getting angrier. Truth be told, a lot of this anger wasn’t directed at Charles. Pierre and I had discussed this so many times, I was over it.
“I know enough to know that he doesn’t deserve your love.” I scoffed at his comment. The audacity of this man.
“Charles, before we both say something we regret, I am going upstairs and to my room to wait for my boyfriend. I don’t know what’s come over you, but I’m not going to stand here and listen to this.”
Before he could utter another word, I stormed off into the elevator, closing it quickly before he could hop in. I felt bad leaving it like that before his race tomorrow, but I wouldn’t let myself hear that. I couldn’t bare the possibility that Charles was going to lecture me on deserving better, but then not offer himself up as a possibility. I loved him too much for that, and I knew that pain would be more than I could handle.
****
I woke up the next morning and reached out to Gerardo’s side of the bed. Odd, I thought to myself, maybe he’s in the shower or went out to get coffee? I checked my phone and I couldn’t see any missed calls from him. There were a few texts from Charles – pathetic apologizes – I ignored those. Charles could stew for now, I decided. I called Gerardo a few times, but his phone went straight to voicemail. I texted Pierre and asked if he had seen him at the club, but he said he left only 10 minutes after Charles and I did and he hadn’t seen him since.
I took a shower and decided if Gerardo didn’t get back in the next 30 minutes, then I would call the hotel security to see if maybe he had gone to another room. As I was finishing getting my hair ready for the day, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to see a very hungover Gerardo, still in last night’s clothes.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I demanded
“Keep your voice down woman, I’m nursing a headache,” he said as he plopped down on the bed. I just stared at him in complete disbelief, motioning for an answer on where he had been. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes.
“Oh come off it, a mate was in town last night so I stayed at his. Don’t get your knickers in a twist, love,” he said with such smooth mockery I thought I was going to faint from anger.
“We have to be at the track in 30 minutes and you aren’t even close to being ready!” I shrieked. I had never been late for ay of Pierre’s races, and there was no way I was going to be start now.
“Then go without me – I need to sleep.” I just rolled my eyes at his comment.
“Sleep!? You should have been doing that last night with me when I came home. You promised me we’d go together. We have barely seen each other in the last month.”
“Stop being so needy, (Y/N). I’ll come out with you later. Who cares about watching your brother anyway? It’s not like he’s going to win.”
No I was livid. You can insult me, but don’t you dare insult Pierre, I thought to myself. “If you can’t make it to today’s qualifying, then don’t be here when I get back.”
“Jesus, (Y/N), Cathy would never be this needy,” he grumbled. I doubt he was expecting to hear that. Cathy was his ex-girlfriend who, in my opinion, spent way too much time hanging around Gerardo for them to be platonic. I often let it slide, but it irked me to no end.
“Well Cathy isn’t your girlfriend, I am, in case you forgot,” I declared.
“I’m sure she’d take the job back if you don’t want it… at least that is what she said in Tuesday,” he sneered. I knew it – I knew he had gone out on Tuesday after dinner with me.
I was fuming. Fuck this, I thought. Maybe Charles is right.
“Fine – then why don’t you give Cathy a call. When I get back from this race, I expect you to be gone.” With that, I picked up my bag and headed out the door, making a point to slam it on the way out. As I got downstairs, I saw Pierre was already waiting for me in his car. I hopped into the front seat and smiled.
“No Gerardo?” He gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head and he sighed. “Then off we go.”
Practice 2 and the Sprint Race went well for Charles; Pierre not so much. I tried to ignore the fact that I was fuming that Gerardo had not come to the Sprint Race and just focused instead on Pierre, who was incredibly upset about his car. By the time the sprint race was over, I had a text from Gerardo on my phone with just a plane emoji. Well, it was good while it lasted I guess, I sighed to myself. Pierre, even if his horrible funk could tell that I was upset. He guessed immediately what was wrong.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), but honestly, it’s the best news I’ve heard all day. That guy was an ass, even Daniel Ricciardo didn’t like him, and he likes everyone.” I lightly giggled at his comment. It was true, if Danny Ric didn’t like him – I was likely better off without him.
At the end of the sprint race, as teams were packing up, I wanted to sneak out and talk to Charles, apologize for yesterday and to tell him that he was right – Gerardo was in fact a dick. But as I searched the paddock for him, I couldn’t find him anywhere. I sent him a quick text, apologizing for last night and congratulating him on his race, but he didn’t respond.
Guess I deserved that.
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Sunday morning I woke determined to find Charles. We’d never let a fight linger this long, and I wanted to wish him luck before the race. I felt terrible knowing that he was going into the race thinking I was mad at him. I headed straight to the Ferrari garage – I knew he would be there early, he was always one of the first drivers to arrive on race days.
“Carlos, have you seen Charles?” I asked the Spanish driver. He just smiled at me with that warm smile and nodded.
“Ahh, so this is the reason Charles bit my head off yesterday,” he said with a cheeky grin. I quirked an eyebrow and looked at him, unsure what to say. “Charles is in his driver’s room – do lover boy a favor and tell him what we both know to be true.”
I mumbled my thanks and headed towards the room, trying to slightly ignore Carlos’ weird comment and sneaky grin. Carlos was a wonderful friend to Charles, but he was always making comments about Charles and I being together and it was constantly getting on my last nerve.
I knocked on Charles’ drivers room lightly, in case he was having a nap or was in an important meeting. “I don’t want to be bothered,” he shouted back on the other side of the door.
“Tough, cause I want to bother you,” I yelled back, hoping my joke would lighten the mood just a tad. I could hear Charles’ foot steps pad over to the door. He opened it slightly and looked at me, as if he was trying to determine if I was really there and not a figment of his imagination.
“(Y/N), why are you here?”
“I wanted to apologize in person… turns out you were right, and I felt like you deserved an apology. I couldn’t stand the idea of you driving off today mad at me. If something happened… I’d never forgive myself.” It all came out in a tumble.
Charles just nodded and opened the door wider, motioning for me to come into the room. “Thanks,” he said quietly. His eyes were looking at me so intensely, but his voice was soft and relaxed, as if he was trying to ‘play it cool.’
“So does that mean its over between you and Gerardo?”
“Yes, we broke it off Saturday when he refused to come to the sprint race, and then informed me that he was still seeing his ex-girlfriend. He then decided insulting Pierr-“
Before I could finish my sentence, Charles’ lips were on mine and my back was pushed up against the wall of his driver’s room. I could feel one of his hands cup my face while the other went to the small of my back. After a few moments I pushed him back a tad, gasping for air and staring at him. His eyes were wild and full of something that looked like lust. That couldn’t be right. Was my crush, Charles Leclerc, lusting after me? As we stared at each other, both catching our breathes, I went to say something but stopped myself. Truth was, I had no idea what to say at this moment. I was in shock. What did this kiss mean?
It's as if Charles could see the internal conversation I was having with myself. He once again grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, peppering small kisses on my hips and face.
“I have wanted to do that for no less than 7 years,” he whispered, still putting small kisses on my neck and shoulders. “I am so sorry it took this long.” I just stared at him, unable to utter words back to him. He smiled a bit, clearly sensing my shock and inability to register what was happening. Before I could respond, I heard a knock at the door.
“Charles, it’s time to hop in the car.” Charles grabbed my hand, brought it up to his mouth and kissed my knuckles, as if I was a princess and he was a knight going off to battle.
“I’d love to continue this discussion after the race, mon amie, if you would like. In the meantime, wish me luck.” I simply nodded at him.
As he was walking down the hallway all I could think to yell back at him was, “Don’t let Pierre beat you!” He laughed and then walked out of his drivers room, leaving me for the first time in a while, completely speechless. As I exited his room, I saw Carlos standing a little ways up the hallway. He waved at me. His body language was calm, but the grin on his face said he knew exactly what had just happened. I rolled my eyes and trotted towards the Alpha Tauri Garage.
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“And there you have it”, the announcer yelled into the microphone, “Charles Leclerc is back on top with a well deserved race win!”
The stands full of people were going wild, even though it was the Red Bull ring, Ferrari flags were waving everywhere. As the paddock and track were opened up, I ran towards the podium, spotting first Pierre. I gave me brother a big hug, whispering better luck next time in his ear. He nodded, clearly disappointed at his P15 finish. As Pierre turned to head back to his garage, I searched the crowd frantically for Charles.
There he was – up by his car, still hugging his team and family. I pushed my way through the crowd and got as close to the front as I could. Fortunately Lorenzo saw me and pulled me forward, dragging me all the way up to where the Leclerc family was congratulating Charles. As I moved to step up next to Lorenzo, I felt someone grab my face. I looked up and there I was, face to face with Charles. Over the last two hours I had contemplated what I wanted to say to Charles, but the moment I saw his face, every thought I had went out the window.
Charles smiled – that million dollar smile – and kissed me. He kissed me hard and with such gusto I felt like the wind was being knocked out of me –honestly, it was a little too passionate for us being in the middle of the pit lane. I grabbed onto his chest and he pulled me closer.
“I love you (Y/N) Gasly,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s always been you. Tell me you feel the same.”
“There’s never been anyone else that’s come close,” I whispered back.
Charles put our foreheads together and kissed my cheek one last time before his team dragged him off to the cool down room. At that moment I was acutely aware that everyone around me, including his family, had now started staring at me. Lorenzo smiled and gave me a big hug. “It’s about time,” he yelled into my ear.
I watched the podium celebration; I had never been more proud, or happier for him. Once the podium celebration ended, Lorenzo snuck me back to Charles’ driver room.
I knocked on the door and it quickly opened. Charles pulled me inside and shut the door, pushing me back up against the wall of his drivers room. Unlike the last time, Charles’ hands were frantically all over me – rubbing up and down my body. He was like a man starved, trying to memorize every curve of my body. I felt like I was on fire, ever nerve ending was burning like a million suns.
Charles picked me up and moved me to the red sofa in the corner of his room. He gently placed me down, before continuing to kiss me with such ferocity and passion – passion that I had never experienced before. I pushed him back just a bit.
“Need some air,” I chuckled, staring straight into his beautiful green-hazel eyes. He smiled at me and then continued to kiss that sweet spot on my neck that he had just discovered, pulling a moan out of me in the process.
“Oh, my love, how I have dreamed of hearing those sounds come out of your lips.” He moved his lips back to mine and kissed me deeply, pushing his tongue gently into my lips. His hands slowly went up my shirt, taking their time going up my body before resting on my boobs, squeezing lightly. I let out a small moan – it felt amazing to have Charles touch me like this. I had dreamed about this; all those times I pulled out my vibrator in the dead of night, pretending it was Charles using it on me, instead of myself.
“Oh Charles,” I sighed as he leaned closer into me, his thighs pressed between my legs. Soon his fingers were moving back down to the waist band of my pants. He slowly unbuttoned my pants and looked at me, quietly asking for permission to move further. I nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly, and he smirked, helping me lift my hips as he pulled my pants and underwear off of me. He picked up my red thong and smirked at me. I could tell he felt victorious, and as much as I wanted to snark back and deny his cocky face this victory, I couldn’t manage to get a word out before he said, “Let me show you what it means to put a woman’s pleasure first.”
And show me he did.
Charles spread my legs and held them in place before diving in, licking gentle kitten licks up and down my core. Amazing could not begin to describe how it felt to have Charles between my legs. Slowly he took one finger and pushed it inside me. I was already soaking wet, so his index finger went in with ease. He pumped his finger in and out, all while licking and kissing at my clit. The man clearly had experience, that much was clear. Within an embarrassing amount of time, I could feel my orgasm approaching.
“Charles, I .. uh…” was all I could get out. My moans were getting louder, and I put my hand over my mouth, trying to muffle my sounds. Charles quickly grabbed my arm, yanking it down.
“Absolutely not, my love, I want to hear the sounds of my victory.” He pushed a second and then a third finger in, doubling down on the pressure on my clit. Before I knew it, I could feel myself come undone underneath him. I let out a loud scream of his name, and then tried to catch my breath as I came down from my high.
“You taste so good, princess, just like I knew you would.”
I felt like the nickname should not have affected me like it did, but with his beautiful smile looking at me, I felt like the most special girl in the world. I tried to sit up and grab his belt to undo it, but Charles had beaten me to it. Already unbuckling his pants, Charles pushed them down and took off his shirt, getting back ontop of me. I saw him grab a condom from his side table. He slid the condom on and then stared at me, his pupils were blown and I could see the lust on his face.
Charles Leclerc… all mine, I thought to myself.
He grabbed both my hands and put them above my head, kissing my neck tenderly. He inched in closer and soon I could feel him sinking into me. Even with the initial slight burning sensation, he felt incredible inside me. Charles stilled for a moment, looking deep into my eyes, clearly waiting for me to nod that I was okay before proceeding. After about a minute I nodded shyly, giving his plump lips a small peck before gasping as he pushed into me.
“Oh, mon amie, you feel incredible,” he sighed into my neck, pumping in and out slowly, clearly enjoying how much he was teasing me.
“Oh Charles, please.. need more…” I moaned into him, frantically trying to push him forward to get more friction. He smirked at me, but he picked up his pace. Before I could fully register what was happening, I could feel myself heading towards my second orgasm. Charles slid his hand down to my clit and started to stroke gently while pounding into me, hitting the right spot each time.
“I’m-I’m gonna…” was all I could get out before I screamed into his chest, gasping for air as what felt like an electrifying orgasm tore through me. Charles soon followed, his movements turning more into inconsistent ruts as he whispered my name into my ear and told me what a good girl I was.
We both laid there for a moment, catching our breaths. After a few minutes, Charles got up and threw the condom away in the bathroom before coming back over to me, rubbing a hot wash cloth between my thighs. When he was done, he moved me on the sofa and put me on top of him, my head resting on his chest, a blanket now over us.
I heard a quick ding come from my cell phone and I reached over for it, worried that Pierre was looking for me. I opened my phone to a text that simply read: “Told you so.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling slightly. I guess Pierre’s plan had worked after all.
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Jiraiya Trained Teamed Seven is sticking in my brain in the best way! like would they all eventually get sage mode? do they all end up summoning frogs, but having a secondary summon too? Like Sasuke's hawks, maybe Naruto gets foxes and Sakura gets... Salamanders??? I don't Know! Also Team 7 Flirt-fight where they each try to flirt successfully with as many of the Konoha 12 as Possible, because Jiraiya may have taught those brats a bit TOO well :P
The Jiraya trio might just be my favorite, for how *free* I imagine them. And these questions are perfect actually~
Sakura and Naruto learn senjutsu, Sasuke gets the basics but never goes to far into it and chooses to learn more about sharingan tecniques.
They do all sign the toad summon contract and I like to believe they'd each get a frog who favors them and usually pair ups. Maybe Gamakichi for Naruto and Gamatatsu for Sakura, since Sasuke is the first to start with summonings he'd leave the two with them for communication and stuff... Then he's team up with Gamabunta :9
For other summons I thought exactly the same, for Sasuke to get his other original ones (maybe even snakes? Or sign a contract with lady Katsuyu for emergencies), and then Naruto with foxes!!! Yes!! But Sakura hehehe she goes back to their roots and gets DOG SUMMONS! (bringing back her little pack with Momo, Pumpkin and Umeboshi!)
Sakura flirting around was already a beautiful concept, and Sasuke flirting around is hilarious straight out of road to ninja... All of them flirting around and with the other konoha teams (and suna and anyone really) LOVE IT. Bisexual menace team 7! Add Sai to the mix and the 4 will have amazing tine bonding over trying to teach him to also flirt and put his good looks to use!
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Setting up your altar is a personal manifestation of your soul and your personality in the way you practice your Magick. Each witch may have a unique set up that reflects who they are, what type of witchcraft they practice, and what is sentimental to them. As such, every altar may look a little different. There is no specific “correct way” to set up your altar. The right way to set up your altar is what feels right for you. Nevertheless, if you’re setting up your first altar and don’t know where to begin, here are a couple tips on how you can set yours up:
Where to set up your altar:
You can set up your altar anywhere! You can set it up in your home, in your garden, in your workspace (although the best place to set it up would be a more private space) but essentially an altar can exist anywhere you make the room for one. Typically the best place for an altar would be a bedroom, since its a space that most people are connected to spiritually and feel most at rest. My altar is set up in a corner of my walk in closet. It’s on the smaller side but its big enough for me to practice my craft. For those that need a much smaller space, you could set your altar up on a dresser, a nightstand, or even your windowsill. You could even get a portable altar that can be taken down and put up easily, which is good for those that live in smaller housing and those that like to travel.
Which direction should your altar face:
Again, this one is more of a personal decision. In Wiccan history, traditionally the altar is said to be facing North. However, you can face your altar in whatever direction feels right. Perhaps there is a beautiful view facing East that helps you meditate, or perhaps the area you want to set up your altar in only faces South. That is completely OK. As for me, I have my altar facing North-East, based on my preference on the elements I feel most connected to. I have two modes, I’m either completely grounded or completely in the clouds, so the elements I feel most connected to are earth and air; which is how I chose to position my altar. If you want to position your altar for the elements you feel most connected to, you would choose between North (earth), South (fire), East (air), and West (water). However you choose to position your altar should feel right to you.
What to put on your altar:
Your altar can consist of a few traditional things and personal things. You can have plants, crystals, candles, incense, and other traditional tools. You can also have personal items such as photographs, magazine clippings of something you want to manifest in your life, a homemade wreath or jewelry, or anything that feels personal to you such as a seashell or stone you picked yourself on your last hike or adventure. There’s a few things I personally believe every altar should have for spiritual protection purposes (this is my opinion only, not mandatory in any way) and those are:
an altar cloth
a candle
protective crystals (such as black tourmaline, smoky quartz, or amethyst)
incense or white sage
a fireproof bowl or cauldron
Additional things you may want to consider for your altar:
a wand (either premade or handmade) or athame
herbs or crystals for spells
a pendulum board or ouija board (if you wish to commune with spirits)
a chalice
something representing each of the elements
a compass
charms or small statues of things that you connect spiritually with
hand-picked items such as seashells, acorns, pine cones, leaves, feathers, or stones
Important things to remember about your altar:
I know I sound like a broken record saying this, but again, your altar should be personal. A reflection of YOU. If your altar feels right, then it’s right. If it feels like its missing something, add more to it. If it feels too cluttered or like too much, take stuff off. Your altar can change with you! You can switch things out as you feel your energy shift. Something that is very important to remember about your altar, is that it is a sacred place. Cleanse your altar if things start to not feel right after changing things up. Remember that things you find other places, may have picked up energy from that place/people, so be sure to cleanse any items you are bringing into your sacred space.
Blessed be
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About the smash au one of the best parts about them being streamers is LMK macaques currant VA is a popular Vtuber named CyYu. Smash Mac being one too would be funny because of that and the fact that Smash Wukong would never be able to recognize him in public and call him a coward for hiding his face or something.
omg you're right. Alejandro Saab is CyYu - mf does a bunch of video game and anime voice acting and youtube vids. Smash!LEM being an active Vtuber is so in character - poor Smash Wukong wouldn't be able to recognise him by face details alone cus the virtual ai avatar covers his irl features.
Smash!SWK, on discord voice chat: "Face me irl coward!"
Smash!LEM: "You can't even face me in vrchat - get over yourself Princess."
Smash!SWK: "DONT CALL ME A PRINCESS MOTHER[beep}! I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and I will not be talked down to this way!"
Smash!LEM: "Well you just did. Toodles." *disconnects*
Smash!SWK: *rage mode screaming*
*ping on phone!*
Smash!SWK: "Oh hey my minecraft bf is texting me. Apparently they just had a rough interview and need to chill for a while." :3
LMK Shadowpeach: "......"
Smash!SWK and LEM's relationship really do be like this one tweet:
#wukongverse#smash legends#lego monkie kid#lmk#shadowpeach#lmk shadowpeach au#jttw inspo character ideas
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so there's this joke that goes, "an untested sorcerer, a cutthroat bard, an alluring rogue, and a secretive wizard walk into a goblin stronghold..."
campaign details:
started on march 29, 2024 in honor mode! (currently still in progress.)
vyola is a college of swords bard (to be multiclassed with oath of vengeance paladin) with the criminal background, romancing gale.
alice (@therisenroad) is a storm sorceror with the sage background, romancing astarion.
vyola and alice are best friends; they were catching up at the local tavern and drinking margaritas when they got kidnapped by the nautiloid. 🍹
#tav#bg3edit#bg3#*mine#tav: vyola#as you may be able to tell i am very excited about the multiplayer campaign i have w my best friend 🥹
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The Hundred Dollar Bet
Happy New Year!
You were prepping for the upcoming night with Amanda’s bet hanging over your head. You had confided in Amanda a couple of months back about your feelings for a certain Italian woman…
“I think falling in love is a little dramatic Amanda.” You glared at her and she gave you a knowing look from across your living room. “Y/n you just told me you can’t breathe when she’s close to you because you just want to reach out and touch her.” She looked over her wine glass at you and smirked. You flopped back onto the couch with a loud groan, “What do I even do?” Amanda laughed, “Y/n/n, you tell her.” You shot up.
“I cannot do that, what if it ruins everything.” You looked sadly at Amanda, pitiful almost. “I promise you won’t. I will bet $100 you won’t, but you have to do it before the year is over.” You looked at the fall decor you just put out across your apartment, 3 months, you could do that, “Fine.”
You decided it was now or never and picked up your phone. You decided to just Facetime her rather than waiting on a reply.
Ring, ring-
Angela’s face popped up on your screen. She was obviously sat at her desk working? “Angela! Happy New years!” Angela's heart skips a beat as she hears your greeting. She can't help but feel a surge of happiness knowing you remembered and took the time to wish her a Happy New Year.
“Happy New Year, Y/n! Thank you so much for thinking of me.”
She raises her imaginary glass, playfully toasting to the future, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than usual before setting her eyes back on Spork. Secretly, she hopes that this year will bring them closer, and that her subtle attempts to win your affection won't go unnoticed.
“Do you have plans for tonight?”
Angela's heart flutters with anticipation. She takes a moment to compose herself and respond, trying to keep her excitement in check. “Oh, um, not really. I don't have any concrete plans for tonight.” She tries to keep her voice casual, even though deep down she hopes you'll invite her to join in on your celebrations.
“I was going to go out with a couple friends if you want to join?”
Her heart skips a beat at your invitation. She tries her best to hide her excitement, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Really? I would love to join you and your friends, Y/n! It sounds like a fun way to ring in the New Year.
Her voice carries a mix of joy and nervousness, as she tries to maintain her composure while secretly hoping this could be a chance to spend more time with you outside of work. “10:30 tonight at Sage work for you?” She quickly notes down the details, trying to hide the excitement bubbling inside her.
“Perfect! I'll be there.” You stared at her for a moment, taking in her messy bun and hoodie. She looked perfect. “What dress code are we going for?” You thought for a moment, there was no agreed upon vibe for tonight, “Wear something black.” She smiled, “Black got it. I’ll see you later?” You nodded.
After the call you jumped into hyper mode, calling your friends to let them know and trying on 14 different outfits.
“You were so drunk, dude! Don’t try to deny it” Your friends were retelling a story from a few months ago when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Behind you stood Angela wearing black jeans and a sparkly black, tiny, top. She was wearing more makeup than you had ever seen her in, but she looked perfect. Angela took a moment to let her eyes sweep over you, a beautiful white dress adorning your body in a way that hugged your curves just right. The bar is filled with lively music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.
Throughout the night, Angela subtly finds ways to interact with you, catching your eye during funny moments or sharing inside jokes. She laughs at your jokes a little too loudly, her eyes shining with genuine joy. She's also attentive to your needs, casually offering to grab your favorite drink or checking in on you to make sure you're having a good time. All the while, she tries her best to give you small hints of her feelings, hoping you'll notice and reciprocate.
As the countdown to the New Year begins, Angela leans in closer, her voice filled with excitement.“Can you believe it's almost midnight?” She gently brushes her hand against yours as if by accident, her heart racing with hope that her subtle advances haven't gone unnoticed. You turn to face her, grabbing her hand, “I’m glad you came tonight.” A rush of emotions fills her. Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth of your touch, a mix of surprise and joy spreading across her face. “I’m glad I came too, Y/n.”
Her voice is filled with a mixture of relief and happiness, her eyes locked with yours. In that moment, the loud bar seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you entwined in a shared connection. A shy, yet genuine smile spreads across your lips.
But deep down, you still can't shake off your fears of her not feeling the same way.
As 11:59 came around you took a deep breath, “Angela I need to tell you something?” Angela holding her glass in the other turned to you, “What’s up? Do I have nachos on my face?” You chuckled and shook your head, “No, it’s not that.” Someone from across the bar called out 30 seconds, “Angela I really like you. As in I want to go on dates, and sip wine on your couch. I want to hold your hand and scratch your back. I want to suprise you with flowers and coffee in bed. I want it all with you.” Angela's heart skips a beat as she listens to your heartfelt confession. Her eyes widen with surprise and a mix of excitement and happiness fills her.
As the clock strikes midnight, the bar erupts into cheers and applause. The room is filled with excitement and Angela grabs your chin, placing her lips on yours. The hand holding the glass snakes around your waist, pulling you into her. You let yourself melt into the kiss, hand falling into her hair.
When you pull away you rest your forehead on hers, making a mental note to cashapp request Amanda for $100.
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F*ck It (Part 2)
Summary: Strider pays a visit to the Prancing Pony where you are working as a barmaid, but all does not seem well with the wandering ranger. You do your best to fix it.
Word count: 2.3k
Pairing: Aragorn x Female!Reader
Warnings: More swearing/cursing, mentions of intoxicated behaviour (inappropriate comments/sexual harassment), dealing with grief and death, mentions of injury, emotional outbursts, SFW intimacy (it's very tame). Sad!Aragorn just needs a hug.
AO3 Link: F*ck It
Author's note: Again thanks to the members of @fellowshipofthefics discord group (vamp_ress, prettea and spider__lilies) and to DocFigureskaterM. So excited to conclude this 2 part fic and finally get it published! In case you missed it, Part 1 is here.
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Sunlight streaming through the window was what woke you the next morning. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the last scraps of sleep. It took a moment to remember why you were on the floor and in yesterday's clothes. You pushed yourself up and idly wondered if your esteemed guest had awoken too.
But the bed was empty. Motherfucker.
Instantly your mind went into overdrive mode. Was he outside relieving himself? Had he gone to get breakfast? Fuck, maybe he upped and left in the middle of the night to go re-join his ranger friends, tail between his legs knowing what an absolute fucking state he got himself into last night. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If the Gaffer saw him leave your room, he would have your guts.
You ran a shaking hand through your ruffled hair and stomped towards the door, wrenching it open with curses on your lips. Tracking down a hungover ranger just became priority number one. Before you could march your way out, however, you were stopped dead in your tracks by a large man standing in your way, his hand half risen to knock on your door.
"Strider?" you said in surprise, your jaw falling open slightly at the sight of him.
He was holding the biggest bunch of flowers you'd ever seen. The blooms of cornflowers, wild daisies, baby's breath and foxgloves were an explosion of colour, whilst sprigs of sage and mint offered a fresh, earthy fragrance. The arrangement was topped off with pampas grasses and tied off with twine. It was absolutely beautiful.
"I picked these for you," Strider said quietly, offering you the bouquet.
The bouquet entered your hands. Fuck, say something. Anything. This well-built, hunky, slightly hungover man had gone out of his way to buy you flowers. What was this, a symbol of affection? You were completely unfamiliar with romantic gestures that didn't involve leering and comments such as 'nice tits love' and 'grab us another drink darling' with a pinch of your arse. Okay, okay, you're overthinking this, he's just showing his gratitude for last night. That has to be it. But for fuck's sake, say something.
"I.. didn't know the florist was open at this hour," you stammered.
Strider beamed with amusement. "They didn't come from the florist, I picked them for you," he repeated. "From the meadows beyond town."
Shit. Maybe it was a romantic gesture.
"Perhaps we should find a suitable jug to put them in?" Strider suggested, spurring you to unfreeze and allow him back into the room.
You tried to tell him that he shouldn't have gone to so much trouble just for you as you rummaged around in the cupboard, but he silenced you with a wave of his hand. "I fear you had to put up with some deplorable behaviour on my part yesterday eve. It is only right that I show my gratitude."
Once the bouquet was neatly placed into an unused milk jug, you took a seat at the foot of your bed and your ability to speak finally returned. "Yes, about that. Why the fuck did you want to drink yourself into an early grave?"
Strider paused abruptly as though your comment had pierced him like a knife. You could physically see the tension in his jawline, his teeth clamped together as though he was trying to resist the urge to speak. Or maybe he was holding back bile that was racing up his throat. Who knows.
After a period of silence, his lips parted. "I lost a good friend yesterday," he confessed quietly. "He died from wounds sustained in battle."
Oh shit. Maybe the comment about an early grave wasn't your best move. "My condolences," you offered. You thought for a moment, before adding "I haven't heard any rumours of battles near Bree?"
"It was a week ago, away to the east." Strider crossed his arms and looked solemnly out of your chamber window. "My company of rangers had been protecting a village from orc attacks, and it looked like we had the upper hand to drive them off for good. Unfortunately, the orcs called reinforcements, and warg riders arrived. We were completely overrun." He paused, his eyes glassy and unmoving as though he was reliving his memories. "Many of my kin fell on the swords of orcs that night."
Strider paused again, but this time he pressed his fingertips into his temple and winced.
"Head hurting?" you asked.
"Aye," he grunted. "My venture out this morning cleared it somewhat, but now it beats unbearably like a drum." He abandoned his position by the window and took one of the containers of water you had left for him last night, drinking its contents deeply. He then took a seat on your bed with a sigh.
"My friend, the one who lost his life, his name.. was Brondir," it sounded like the name was still difficult to say for Strider. "He was a fine warrior. Skilled in almost every form of combat, experienced in battle, fearless. If you fought alongside Brondir, you were fighting with the best." The man before you bit his lip as he pondered his next sentence. "To me, he was Bron, and he was a fine fellow."
"May he find his way to the halls of Mandos," you said respectfully.
"Bron had a family. A wife, a child, and a home." His voice cracked with raw, unbridled emotion. "The wounds he sustained in battle were severe. I have had some training in the healing arts from my father, so I applied the salves, used the herbs, and wrapped the bandages exactly how he taught me."
You watched as the ranger clasped his hands together, the tension in his digits so great that his knuckles turned white. "I tried to bring him home. I was honestly convinced that Bron would be alright, that he would heal once we returned. But I was naïve, blinded by the love I held for my friend to see he was beyond hope."
You opened your mouth to offer some form of comfort. "I'm sure you did what you could."
Strider shook his head solemnly and lifted a hand to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I failed him," he whimpered. His shoulders shook as his emotions overwhelmed him and he began to sob uncontrollably.
You edged closer to the ranger, placing a comforting hand on his back. "You did not fail him, Strider."
"I.. buried him.. with my bare hands," he cried, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "I had to dig his grave.. I buried him with my bare HANDS!" He lunged for the group of ale flagons on your nightstand and threw one across the room violently.
Well, that explained a lot. The mud, the dirt, the drinking, the whole fucking scene he put on last night made sense now. You couldn't even begin to imagine the pain and torment of having to bury a friend so far from home and help. Any words of comfort that crossed your thoughts dried up in your open mouth before you could utter them. You watched helplessly as he began to pace the room, his grief quickly turning back to anger as another backhanded swing brought the milk jug with the freshly-picked flowers crashing to the floor. The sight of him this way was agonising.
Fuck, you had to do something. Leaving the bed, you daringly blocked his path. Strider was always so composed, so silent, but right now his walls were crumbling around him to dust and ash as the grief became too much to bear. You quickly reached up, wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into an embrace, his head pressing into your shoulder.
You held him close as he roared in grief, the noise from his throat vibrating through your chest, the back of your dress pulled taut as he clenched his fists in the fabric.
You didn't bother keeping track of time as you stood there and held him; it could have been five minutes, or fifty. Eventually, you felt Strider's erratic breathing become more steady and even, but still you didn't let him go. "I'm pathetic," you heard him mutter into the shoulder seam of your dress.
"No, you're not," you sighed, still holding him close.
"I am, and I am weak. A disgrace to my lineage whom my ancestors would be ashamed of. A person like me should never become a king amongst men."
Well, you were not expecting that. You made a mental note to circle back to that topic later.
Strider's voice had cracked as his emotions began to spiral into despair once more. You pulled out of the embrace and cupped his cheeks, a gesture that you hoped he wouldn't fight or outright reject.
You looked straight into his deep, grey eyes. "You are not weak, nor pathetic. Unfortunately we live in a world where there are wars and battles, and there isn't always a happy ending. You've been through hell, I understand, but you will make it back again. Just take one step at a time."
Strider tried to say something in protest, but you interrupted him. "Listen to me. Just breathe. In... And out." You commanded him to follow you. "In... And out," you repeated. Together, you inhaled and exhaled in unison. "In..." Your forehead touched his and your eyes closed naturally. "And out."
Both you and the ranger continued to breathe deeply in each other's presence. Inhaling through your nose, you could smell the earthy freshness of the outdoors clinging to his clothing. The stubble that lined his jaw was rough and coarse beneath your fingertips. His forehead was warm, the skin radiating heat following his raised emotions. A sense of calm had completely descended between the two of you.
Then a pair of lips touched your own.
Returning his kiss felt so natural, as easy as breathing. Your mind struggled to process the plethora of sensations you were feeling all at once; pure fire ran through your veins at a hundred miles an hour, warmth blossomed in your chest like you might explode at any minute, and sparks brighter than any star danced behind your eyelids. It was absolutely tantalising. His lips felt so soft, yet so purposeful, gentle but enticing. You felt his hands caress your jawline before they buried themselves in your hair, his fingertips becoming tangled in your locks.
It could have lasted forever. You wanted it to last forever, had it not been for the tiny corner of your brain which remained rational in this situation. Strider is grieving. Did he really harbour true feelings for you, or was this just another example of his emotions getting the better of him? You strongly doubted the former were true, and therefore you were definitely taking advantage of this poor man who had just buried his brother-in-arms. You had to stop, you must stop. If you had any respect for Strider, you would stop.
Before you could act on these rational thoughts, Strider broke away first.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I had to do that."
You took a guess at his intentions. "To feel grounded?"
"Mhmm."
"And did it work?" you asked tentatively.
Strider hummed again, which you took to mean the affirmative. "Good," you whispered. Trying hard not to dwell too much on what had just occurred and your own desires, you added, "and you don't have to apologise, not to me."
"I do. I also do not wish to take advantage of you any more than I already have done." He turned to the bed and started to collect up his belongings. "I should take my leave."
You nodded, not wanting to argue with him about who was imposing on whom. In any case, it was inevitable that he would go back to doing whatever rangers did, and you would have to go back to being just the tavern girl. Soon everything would be exactly as it was twenty-four hours ago. There was a silence between the two of you, save for the shuffling sounds as Strider organised his pack.
You asked him innocently where he would be heading next, hoping he wouldn't pick up on your need to know whether he would return to Bree anytime soon. Strider gazed thoughtfully in your direction as he secured his weapon belt around his waist. "I left Bron's grave unmarked. Perhaps if I am to move past my grief, it would be best to change that. He deserves better."
"I would agree with you on that one," you said with folded arms. "Do you have anything to mark it with?" you asked tentatively, thinking of how families in town mourned their loved ones.
Strider shook his head as he continued to pack. You thought he was avoiding your gaze deliberately; perhaps as a wondering traveller, he had no trinket or anything sentimental that would serve this purpose. Your eyes then fell upon the discarded blooms he had so carefully arranged for you that morning, and it gave you an idea.
Picking up the bouquet, you let out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, mister Strider, you're in luck. Today happens to be my day off. I say we go to your friend's resting place together and give him this lovely bouquet to honour his memory. Plus, you can tell me all about how you seem to be under the impression you are a king-in-waiting, which I have to say is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. What's say you?" Strider pondered this suggestion and then, with the edges of his lips curling into a slight smile, nodded in silent agreement.
It wasn't your day off. It wasn't even close to your day off. You were so fired tomorrow. Fuck it.
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@kabutoweek
DAY 3 - PAST/FUTURE
I've decided to combine him from the iwagakure era and the sage mode era (I've made the hair holds memories theory with that earlier here)
It's not my best one tho, I drew this in the middle of the night at a sleepover 😭
I'll redraw it later after kabuto week probably
#kabutoweek#yakushi kabuto#kabuto yakushi#kabuto yakushi fanart#naruto fanart#naruto#fanart#birthday fanart#kabuto's birthday#artists on tumblr#artoftheday
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I'm turning 22 on Monday (lol 22 on the 22nd) and I wanted to give love to the pookies that have made me excited about getting older
A bit of a rant but I seldom look forward to my birthday, take what you will on that notion but with me dealing with classes and how I struggle with my family life, it is usually placed on the backburner of things on my mind.
That being said, I can not put into words how awesome this fandom has been and welcoming to me and my blorbo Sage. Thank you guys again for letting me go off and you all deserve the best vibes and snacks!
Julie belongs to @bat-boness who's art is so beautiful and I want to eat it like a buffet
Eva Jayne belongs to @bigfatbimbo who is writing i can't get enough of
Sydney belongs to @tamberwoof who formed the server where the homies can share our hcs of our ocs
Iris belongs to @helluvadyke whose character is so much fun to write about! And her art is just as sweet!
Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000 whose art motives me to work harder in learning digital art
Rosalina belongs to @mirconreadzztuff22 whose myths characters age so much fun to read and learn about
And Hazel belongs to @puffymucher who was the first person that I made fanart of and was such a welcoming person to this group of peeps
I'm also giving a shoutout to @wallowaffles and @crash-the-mode who are fr homies that are the coolest beans!
#hazbin hotel oc#oc x oc#hazbin hotel#my god#you guys fr make me go doki doki#happy birthday to me ig
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Of course Naruto taught by Tsunade would be competent! She ain't someone who backs down from a challenge and she is a Uzumaki, knew his parents, and had a little brother who was exactly like Naruto. If anyone understands him it's her.
Even if Naruto were to not learn medical arts from her he could still learn Uzumaki Mito's byakuya seal in the hopes of improving his chakra control and helping him calm down/ learn meditation.
ALSO I bet if Naruto trained under her we'd have a slug sage mode! The best possibility for me though, is still her teaching him Uzumaki stuff <3
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Naruto wasn't born great, though. At the beginning of the series he was a loser who couldn't even create a regular clone. He had to learn to control the power within him, and we have examples of people who failed to be jinchuurikis, who had a monster sealed inside them that they were unable to control.
Not to mention calling Sakura 'literally the best written character in Naruto' is a slap in the face to characters like Rock Lee. Sakura always had expert level chakra control. Lee had absolutely nothing going for him from the start and persevered through nothing but hard work and willpower.
By your own definitions, Rock Lee is the best written character in Naruto.
I'll divide it into 3 separate points:
1) Naruto as a loser.
Naruto was a loser, but that doesn't change the fact that he was born great and to be great. He lacked the training and was socially unprepared because of his family situation, but he was still born great.
I'll break this down for you.
Uzumaki chakra is one of the best and the amount of it in Uzumakis was CRAZY, their sealing abilities were feared by nations.
Not to mention Narutos mother that especially HAD AN INCREDIBLY POWERFUL CHAKRA.
And sure, without training it would be nothing, but without the ability to use it, it will still be sh*t.
If Rock Lee had that amount of chakra it wouldn't change his abilities one bit, even tho he trained like noone else.
Also, Naruto is an incredible Jinchuuriki - sure, but let's not forget that he was born to be one. He is an Uzumaki.
Also also, he was able to access Kuramas chakra not because of him personally, but THANKS TO A SEAL THAT WAS PERFORMED BY HIS FATHER AND MADE BY UZUMAKIS AND WAS DESIGNED TO HELP HIM.
Then Naruto accessed Kuramas chakra by befriending him - yes of course, BUT DONT FORGET how he got there. Thanks to his own mother.
Naruto was about to lose himself to the dark side, but Kushina saved him.
Then, he trained really hard to get rasengan - sure, but don't forget that he was able to get to this so fast was ONLY BECAUSE OF KURAMA THAT GAVE HIM THE STAMINA AND HEALING FACTOR.
Time and time again we see him getting heald by Kurama and his abilities to learn jutsus as fast are there BECAUSE OF KURAMA THAT GIVES HIM THE STAMINA AND HEALING FACTOR.
And then, he trained really hard to get Rasenshuriken - sure, but don't forget that he GOT THERE SO FAST ONLY BECAUSE OF UZUMAKI/KURAMAS CHAKRA.
Kakashi said that this training is only possible for Naruto. The training took him DAYS and his progress was thousands times faster, you can do the math here, how much of CONTINUOUS TRAINING would it take him without it. It allowed him to make so many clones simultaneously, and then again he could use it only because of sage mode and then Kurama.
But he trained to get sage mode really hard and it was even harder for him because of Kurama - sure, but he got there because of Jiraya, not because of himself. Then again, why did Jiraya train him? Because he was stubborn, BUT ALSO BECAUSE JIRAYA WAS HIS GOD DAMN GODFATHER.
So I'm not denying that Naruto worked hard, but look at this objectively:
He was born an Uzumaki (with incredible amount of chakra) so he was by nature a great Jinchuriki.
Then he got Kurama (additional crazy amount of chakra + stamina + fast healing/recovering).
Then he's Godfather trained him (sage mode/summoning/rasengan).
Then his training was possible thanks to:
crazy amount of chakra
healing/stamina
great jutsus
an incredible ninja who taught him those jutsus.
So was he a loser? Yes. Was he born to be great BY DEFAULT? ALSO YES.
Do you understand now?
2) Character development =/= training hard.
Is that a factor? Yes, but it's not a synonym.
I love Rock Lee, he is great and he worked hard, but he is lacking in character development. We met him like he is in Shippuuden. His personality is the exact same.
IF we met him before his green suit and saw him develop after some time, like he became Rock Lee (that we know) in Shippuuden - maybe, but we only got a few flashbacks of him "developing". He was introduced and ended as THE SAME PERSON.
And yes, i respect him for his development during that one year, sure, BUT IT TOOK HIM ONE YEAR AND WE DIDN'T SEE IT. He graduated at 12yo and at 13yo he was a little copy of Guy that we all know and love.
Do you see the difference?
We met Lee as a guy who at 13 yo KICKED UCHIHAS ASS.
We met Sakura as a weak crybaby.
We met Lee as that nice and kind person.
We met Sakura as that little B*TCH (and I say that with all the love i have for her)
We met Lee with great goals of proving everyone he CAN BE GREAT and an incredible ninja even with all of his handicaps.
We met Sakura as a girl who... wants to get with a boy.
So when we met them IT'S SAFE TO SAY SAKURA WAS LACKING A LOT.
But then Sakura got better, and Lee got... stagnant.
Sakura GOT crazy strong, and Lee was STILL strong.
Sakura BECAME nice and caring, and Lee STILL was.
Sakura BECAME useful, and Lee was STILL useful.
Sakura BECAME independent, and her goals (that she fulfilled) were noble. She wanted to be useful, to help people and to stand with god-like ninjas like Naruto and Sasuke and fight with them hand in hand.
What about Lee? Well he... wants to be a good ninja - STILL.
Sakura BECAME important to the village/the story and Lee faded out.
Im aware that he was meant to do that, he was a secondary character and she is a heroine, but when you compare those two AS WE KNOW THEM - Sakuras development is just far better.
We met Sakura as noone and we met Lee as a genius of hard work that kicked a Uchihas ass.
I do respect Lee and I do see him as a great example of that definition as well, but not as prominent and not as important AS SAKURA BECAME.
3) "A noone who became important"
If you read my post you would know the definition I used "A NOONE WHO BECAME IMPORTANT", and as much as I love Lee - he is not important. In og Naruto - sure, but further into the story he's just... not.
In Shippuuden he didn't achieve anything special, he was still nice, but far less important, then he trained the su*cide squad and that's great, but... they didn't do ANYTHING. Then he worked during chunnin exams and thats great, but so did that guy, and we all know how important he is 🤷♀️.
Lee is a junin and that's great, but come on, we have known that he will be one since we met him, for Sakura it was INCREDIBLE.
Lee did train harder, but his character development was nonexistent (apart from a few flashbacks that we got) and his relevance to the world or the story ended in og Naruto and then... stopped.
Do you understand now? 🤷♀️
I'm stating it, because that's what was shown in manga but I want to say again - I love Lee, he is great and an another great example of that quote (just not that great).
He is (and forever will be) one of my favorites ❤️
#anti studio pierrot#naruto#pro sakura#sakura haruno#pro sakura haruno#anti filler#rock lee#naruto shipuden#pro naruto manga#naruto manga#naruto uzumaki#kushina uzumaki#uzumaki
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