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I made this for @chocolatecatcupcakecheese as part of the Elfsong Tavern's Secret Santa!

Now I can finally say how silly it was to have JUST finished this and then have Patch 5 add Mechagort. They uncanon'd my meme 😭

#LOL #bg3 #enver gortash #orin the red

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today is your day, Winter Mother, and tonight is your night. let the snow fall and cover everything in white, let the harsh winds embrace us, and let the longest night bring us truths and revelations and confessions that change us in the most profound ways.

your reign will end, but now you are here, you freeze, you rule. hail Morana, Winter Mother, Queen of Nightmares, Lady of bitter truths and curses, Bringer of Change and Decay.

#winter

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@ people being hot for meimei… you’re going to regret that

#warning the masses now #jjk

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I don’t ship lee/gaara and I realized the main reason why I don’t is because it’d be much funnier (and sustaining) if they were both objectively friends who undeniably annoyed the piss out of each other so much that they deny being friends most of the time.

#mod talks #gaara shows up in konoha and immediately gets lunch with lee and sometimes it’s boring sometimes it’s full of shooting the shit #gaara and lee exist on the opposite of every spectrum possible #so much so that I can’t see them work romantically #them being bitter friends. nemesis flavored buddies. margarita pals……

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Ik you're on a hiatus rn but I had to share my idea. Personally I don't think sasuke could bring himself to live on the Uchiha compound, but like I can imagine him starting a place for orphans to live / Team Taka and it'd be like a mini village of sorts. Idk just seeing him try to make something good out of something horrific would be muah. Like the Uchiha Clan is now anybody who needs a family

Love this! I can definitely see Sasuke trying to start over in another place and I’m interested in the concept of him establishing his own hidden village as well.

#mod talks #anon #anonymous #asks #sasuke uchiha

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It's similar for me

Damian is my bias

Then Jason and dick

Then Tim 🥲

Tim being no one’s true favorite is funny bc it either overlooks how insane he is or how insane his brothers, by comparison, are

But like all of them are baby.

Also happy late Jason Todd death day

#mod talks #anon #anonymous #asks #Tim is a trust fund kid who loves lying #and I say that with the utmost respect #I don’t hate tim I just love the other boys more

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ngl i still dont know how to fix this

Heads up! Your link to your masterlist is broken on mobile

Thanks for letting me know! Will be attempting to fix it soonish.

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Aquarian Nights

A a long time coming request for my beloved @potator-tati

Pairing: Obito x F!reader

Words: 2500 +

Warning: NSFW - Penetration, fingering, implied sex worker/bootycall

“Why do you do that?” You ask, voice like a secret in the night, dark and slithering into your man’s ear. Like somehow it’ll catch him off guard - but no, he side steps with a twist of his smile, slopped on to look roguish.

 Much like your voice, his entire body seemingly phases in and out of the dark, out of your grasp.

“Do what?” He traces the ridge of your chin with his finger, questioning and playful and romantic.

“Answer my questions with questions,” you respond, nails tracing lightly over the delicate skin where neck and shoulder meet. 

His smile changes, tightening even as mismatched eyes crinkle. You can feel the way his muscles flex, the way the hand at your naked hips twitches. In indignation? Amusement? Mild annoyance that a girl like you would ask a man like him questions? 

Instead, he catches you off guard again, his nose bumping against yours, warm breath ghosting over your face.

“Do I do that?” He asks, voice pitching into a whiny rasp. You laugh through your nose, unamused by the way his words smooth over the skip in your heart. You don’t move from the fingers on your face though, not when he traces your cheek so delicately, brushing a fly away strand of hair off of your face. He almost isn’t touching you as he does so, the motion is so delicate, so delicate. 

“Silly as ever, Obito,” is what you say, heart split in two.

You kiss him. His face tastes like salt, the ridge of his cheek stark under your lips. His skin is so soft for a man, a fact you still marvel over. Obito hums through closed lips, his hand tracing circles on the top of your thigh.

You would be coy if someone asked you if you liked this man’s teasing. You would offer a simpler picture than what it is, a matter of fact knowing that whatever shadowy men you cater to, he is the darkest, and the flightiest. It doesn’t help, the way you preen when he leaves, masked and draped in dark clothes. People talk. People scorn. 

Some tell you that he’s leading you on. At times, you sit neatly on the verge of telling them that that’s half the fun. Always leaning into the dark, trying to catch a glimpse of the real spectacle just out of sight, and him, always dancing just out of reach. 

“I only play the fool when I want something,” he responds, letting his neck roll as you trace red lips over his jaw, lips suctioning to bruise a patch of skin just under his ear, right where vein and the meat of his neck visibly throb when pushed into a certain angle. He sighs as you tease with teeth, your hands working against his pants. You can feel him, the half soft outline of his cock making you throb. It’s the promise of more, the assurance that even after many an evening together that he still finds your body exciting in a way most dismiss after a while. It’s the thrill that gets most of them off, but not Obito. 

No, Obito is gentle in his demands, pleased by your company, happy to make you happy. Your heart thuds are the thought, and at the feel of his fingers brushing against your cunt, the soft intake of breath he utters takes your breath away.

His fingers are thick and tough, like any man who labors for a living. The difference is that unlike the thick handed men who you know, they haven’t lost any fine tuned dexterity. The pads of his fingers are stiff shells, and you won’t deny the thrill that stirs in your belly as he first presses the tips of two fingers inside of you, right to the knuckle. 

“Excited already?” He asks, fingers spreading inside of you in a wide ‘v’ that makes you laugh in surprise at the stretch, belly blooming with a rush of heat that’s been simmering since his arrival. Obito laughs too, an octave deeper and curling as you flex around him, clit throbbing at the sound of his voice. It would almost be cruel to any other girl, with how he twists and opens you up, rough and fast and luxurious. It almost burns, pain slipping into pleasure, pleasure twisting into pain as Obito probes for the best reaction, the most unguarded gasp, the involuntary clench of all of the muscles in your belly as he fingers away at a sweet spot. 

At some point he’s tipped you in his lap. You imagine it’s so he can see the shiny blush of your pussy, hear the heels of your feet digging into the floor for support, stopping or twitching uncontrollably when he finds another part of your cunt to play with. You can see how he pulls his fingers out to drag against your folds in a sloppy display of arousal, the very tip of his ring finger playing with the ring of your cunt as he kisses you again. The teasing makes your cunt clench, heat roiling through your chest.

At one point, he lifts his fingers away completely just to observe the thick string of cum connecting his fingers to your cunt, glistening in the half light. 

“You really are such a beautiful girl,” he says, his eyes on his hand rather than you. He lets the drooling string slip apart between his two fingers, bringing the clear liquid to his mouth and sucking on each digit individually. His other hand is where it always is, rubbing against your thigh in tiny circles. You would be lying if you said the display didn’t make your heart thunder against your chest, legs spreading wider as your body begs for more.

“Beautiful,” you repeat in a whisper, legs twitching as Obito - his fingers warm and wet from your insides and his mouth - rubs at the hood of your clit. “You must tell all the girls that,” you half joke.

Obito’s reaction is swift but cut into distinct parts: a tensing of his shoulders that rolls into looking at you, only you, in something like amusement, something like his knowing a particularly poignant secret. his lips twitch into a thin, toothless smile as he leans into you, his broad body seemingly swallowing yours. His eyes are pretty, somewhat mismatched and endlessly black. As if someone picked two black stones on a path and put them together in a pair - one is smaller and darker, the other toned in flecks of gray.

On certain nights, you almost imagine the one or the other as something else entirely - concaved in on itself, darkened by lack of use, or ruby red, patterned with symbols that twitch and dilate with the light. 

“Now whose being silly?” He asks, his voice curling around your body like fine black silk. His fingers dig into your side with a kind of grip that could speak of claiming territory, man to woman - or, more uncharitably, you think, owner to pet - the comfort that same dynamic brings, a promise of safety unspoken. A minute passes, your heartbeat a certain thud in your body now as Obito presses another kiss to your waiting mouth, and then your neck. His tongue traces hot trails against your throat, and you feel yourself shudder.

His grip slackens, and the fingers that were playing with you just moments ago slide to support the center of your back. His thumb brushes against the knuckles of your spine before the strength in his thick arms pulls you forward. 

“Come here,” he coos as he presses against you, your chest meeting his for a moment, your cunt grinding against his clothed erection. The rough fabric would typically chaff, but the friction feels good against your clit, stirring your belly back into a fervor of heat. He kisses you on the lips. The movement is slow and firm, deliberate.

Some women describe arousal as an ache. With Obito, you characterize it as a deep throb, a shuddering fire blooming in your lower belly and spreading through your chest.

You shudder, an involuntary movement of your own body that has you slipping into motion. You break from the kiss only to have your fingers press between the two of you. You grip the cotton edge of his pants and pull down, thrilled as Obito groans, a satisfied sound that only encourages you as you slip his cock free from the loose trousers he came to you in. It throbs as you run your thumb over a prominent vein, fingers tracing the delicate ridges of the head before pressing him to the ridge of your clit, head rubbing against his slit. Oito gasps, a nearly silent sound, as his hips buck to meet you. 

Your cunt pulses at the contact of skin on skin, the underside of obito’s cock slapping against your clit as you tease him, daring him to do more. It earns you a twitching of his hips, Obito groaning through his nose. 

“Good girl,” he says, the hand on your back sliding to your hip, pushing the folds of your clothing back until your chest is bare. He runs a thumb over a nipple, tweaking it until it peaks and leaving you flushed, egging you on as you grind against his cock in slow, sloppy movements. Suddenly he pushes against you, forcing you onto your back, cock still trapped between you two as he fucks against the wet heat of your cunt, the head of his cock catching the ring of your pussy. You can’t help a gasp of delight that makes him show teeth when he smiles, rueful and smugly satisfied with the toying of your heat in equal measures.

Your legs are still in his lap, but now Obito hovers over you, his hips casually teasing the very tip of his cock against your cunt, promising in a terribly short handful of seconds to fill you only to slip and brush against your clit in a jolt of too much and not enough. He smiles at you as he does it, the muscles of his stomach rippling under his skin both fascinating you and making you ache for more. More skin, more power, more compensation for what this man does to you. 

Another groan as Obito peeks between you, his shock of black hair giving you something to hold onto in lieu of petting his cock. His hair is coarse and sweaty, and you imagine it being stubborn to tame into any particular style other than what it wants to grow into. You imagine pulling it, too, but you know what Obito likes.

“Fuck,” his composure cracks here, his body shuddering to stillness for a moment, and then shifting his thighs against your own, hand reaching between you to line his cock up to your entrance and pressing in with one long stroke that leaves you gasping, nails sinking into his biceps and scrambling to hold tight. His open mouth meets yours in a sloppy kiss of tongues. You sigh at the stretch, relief and hunger flooding your body as the itch, the burn is finally soothed even as the demand for more starts to build inside of you. You kiss him again when he breaks away from you, and this time he sighs, hips shifting, humping your cunt in slow thrusts, teasing, promising more.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding in escapes you as Obito pries one of the legs hooked around his hips away from him. The muscles in your belly wind up, and you feel your pussy twitch as he presses in deep, cock nearly brushing against something electric and deep in you. You feel his hot breath against your cheek, your eyes glued to the place where your hips are pressed together. His grinding becoming exaggerated, his thighs working to swipe his cock against your g-spot in a noisey slap of skin against skin, sending shudders into your belly, muscles tightening as friction builds. 

“Fuck—Me,” you slur out, watching him pull out completely, his cockhead draging against your clit yet again, you leg falling from his hand to the floor with an audible thump. This is what you do, you discard any pride you had in favor of letting this man make you feel good. You’ve done it countless times before, and would no doubt do it countless times again. 

Obito chuckles, but it’s broken, pitched deep in his throat as he whispers, “I’d say you deserve some kind of treat.” 

He kisses your cheek, grinding his nose into your hair as his hips still, his cock pressing at the ridge of your entrance and sinking into your cunt in one agonizingly smooth motion. You gasp, feeling his hips fuck into you fast and hard and ruthless, dragging pleasure from your belly by the fistful and forcing it into your veins, your eyes rolling back into your head with a flutter.

You cant your hips against him, digging your heels into the floor as he fucks his cock deep inside of you, your cunt desperate to milk him in a clash of sloppy, wet skin against skin. The sensation is intoxicating, your fingers slipping from his hair to dig into his forearms, the muscles tense from keeping his own weight above you. You can feel the way his cock head presses into you, his body twitching as you service him from below.

You mewl, open mouth groaning obscenities even before Obito shifts his weight onto one arm, the other reaching to grasp your face in a tight grip. Your legs go lax, knees bent, and you dumbly utter,”please—“

“Please what?” He asks, his eyes half lidded as he forces your hips to still not by grabbing them, but by putting all of his weight into one deep press into your pussy.

“Please come with me,” you beg, and it's not just about the sex but about the way he kisses you with a growl, chest pressing to chest as his fingers wriggle to play with your clit, hips pistoning hard as you come, body shuddering and vision going static as your head drops to the floor. You feel a belonging with this man, you feel no fear with this man - there is only the desire to be closer, to know more, to understand the dark things inside of him and know that whatever they were, you’d still choose to end up in his bed, his house, his life anyways.

You gasp, and you can feel Obito’s hot breath in your mouth, the flood of electric heat roiling through you as you clench around him over and over again. 

You can feel his cum, hot and foreign and good inside of your cunt, his hips stuttering but never stopping until you’re whimpering. You groan at one last hard thrust that nearly drags you against the floor, thighs twitching erratically with the pleasure-pain of it. Obito shushes you with another kiss, rough and tender by the same draw, his tongue swiping against your own. You kiss him back, your arms coiling around his neck. 

He sighs in your mouth, body going limp against you, and you find you tolerate the weight, the feel of him still inside of you. 

“I love you,” you say, not expecting an answer.

#Obito uchiha #obito x oc #obito imagines #Obito x reader #nsfw #requests #uchiha obito

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Heads up! Your link to your masterlist is broken on mobile

Thanks for letting me know! Will be attempting to fix it soonish.

#mod talks #anon #anonymous #asks

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First, you're awesome thanks for your sasuke tips.

Second. Batman?? :) who do you stan 👀

Hope they were helpful, and yes, Batman 😭 I’m in deep for Jason Todd and idk when I’ll crawl out of this pit

#and dick and Damian #ironically tim is my least favorite despite being objectively fucking crazy and hilarious #Tim is the only one of the batkids to successfully commit fraud against Batman by funneling money from the batarang budget so he could #build a secret second batmobile #and then let Bart promptly crash it #there’s no topping that and yet all his brothers are equally insane and weird and funny #Jason ‘I wanna kill the joker in a cool way’ todd #dick ‘chronically repeating daddy’s mistakes and is haunted by perfectionism’ Grayson #Damian ‘talia Al ghul is my mommy’ Wayne-Al ghul

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Hi there! What is your headcanon for Kakashi when he is crushing on s/o and how he'd let them know?

Kakashi crushing on his S/O and so on and so fourth

See this is interesting because I feel like Kakashi would go through hell and high water for his future S/O to NOT find out how he feels. Especially younger Kakashi, who is all work and no play and probably thinks that this whole crush thing is clearly super dumb.

I think there's lots of watching when he thinks they're unaware, checking in on them at random times of day (or, if they're coworkers, when he most definitely should be doing something else) and not much else. I think Kakashi tends to be very hands off with his partners during the longing stage. Which tends to be a rather long stage.

Kakashi cannot will not and should not be pushed to do something in the general way, but romantically? the man is ice cold right up until the ball leaves his court. Once things are out of his control he's a bit of a mess and it's almost a little pathetic - in a cute way - to watch him trip over his words. But this is an incredibly hard thing to do.

Confessing? It'd be so casual that they may not even realize it happened until they're agreeing to go to dinner with him. Kakashi is smooth 99% of the time, and makes a sport out of taking people aback. He's going to ask his S/O to dinner and they're not even going to realize what they're saying yes to until he tells them when he's picking them up. It's a KO, no winning, you end up with a wink as he wonders off and wondering what you've signed up for.

#terra-lu #kakashi x reader #kakashi x oc #hatake kakashi

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Tips for writing sasuke from his pov? You're the goat at it

So, Sasuke is a character with a difficult voice to pin down, but once you do you follow what works and you stick to it. I’m adding in general rules for pinning down a character’s voice because during my time writing Batman and co. these rules have only solidified.

General rules for cultivating character POV, using Sasuke Uchiha as an example:

- Go through source material and write down things the character notices when making observations, how they react to things, etc. when writing an up close POV, considering how someone takes the world in and what they pick up on first and foremost. For Sasuke, there’s lots of fights (in particular his battle with Deidara, for me) and lots of conflict to operate on for this kind of study. You’d be amazed at what you find.

- Study the way the character speaks. Sasuke falls into the category of a ‘talk around’ character, where they say half of what they mean and leave the rest on the cutting room floor. This isn’t to say he’s untruthful or indirect, he just cannot be fully open when communicating. Write what you want him to say, then take a big red pen and slash right through a chunk of it until you have the most standoffish, aloof sentence known to man. Applicable for most dialogue, which should add to showing the reader things about a character, but especially for ‘talk arounds’. For further examples, look to characters like Bruce Wayne.

- Write down his character traits and reference back to them. Sasuke is pragmatic but sentimental in equal measure despite loving the first and hating the second about himself. This not only keeps you as the writer straight on his priorities and self perception, it also helps you learn more about the character and how those traits can be applied.

- Think about what you love about the character, what you want to give him or take away from him, and let that be your new character goal.

- Canon is good, it’s also malleable. Add your own flare because the character will change just a little with their writer anyhow, so you might as well have fun with it.

Overall, have fun, good luck, and if you have any other questions don’t be afraid to shoot me another ask. Thank you!

#mod talks #anon #anonymous #asks #sasuke uchiha #sasuke headcanons

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Please never delete this blog. I'm going back rereading all your posts and in cackling just like day one

This was actually a really great thing to find in my ask box

I have no intentions of deleting this blog, I’m proud of what I’ve written here and I am so grateful and so appreciative that other people come back to read posts over. Thank you

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heya could u explain why u dont like sasunarusasu? i have no problem at all with your dislike but i'd like to know your reasons.

I honestly have way too many thoughts on Sasuke and Naruto’s relationship to condense them to a single post. I have a few in my drafts revolving around different topics right now and I’ve written a few things on their relationship already (x x x). I do have plans for two major posts that I’m currently working on about it that track their relationship from beginning to end to explain my views on it, with one post for part one and the second for part two to explain a few of my major points when it comes to this relationship. 

I think my dislike for it can be split into four major areas.

First, the way the bond is presented in the manga. The fact of the matter is that for the majority of the series, we are seeing things through Naruto’s eyes. He relies heavily on his memory for his understanding of the way things work, and because of this he’s able to selectively stress certain memories, ignore others, and reinterpret them to have meaning they may not have originally carried. This is one of the major things that those posts I keep talking about will focus on– Naruto is not an unbiased narrator, and I don’t think that his perception of Sasuke or his perception of his bond with Sasuke is accurate to what it really is. I want to clarify that I do NOT mean that it is badly written. In fact, that it is written like this is part of what makes it interesting to explore at all, in my opinion. We also don’t hear very much on Sasuke’s end about things, mostly Kishimoto shows us his reactions without delving into his actual train of thought, basically until the very end when Sasuke launches into his monologue.

Second, the flaws of the bond itself. What I mentioned for the first area is one of the flaws of the bond– Naruto doesn’t see it objectively– but there are more. I won’t go into detail, but in my eyes, this so-called friendship is heavily based in jealousy, manipulation, and obsessions with power. I do not like how Naruto treats or thinks of Sasuke at all at any point during the series, to be fully honest. Sasuke has done Naruto wrong in a few ways, but in my opinion, the fact he is straightforward and breaks the bond off early should be heavily accounted for. These are not actions against a friend, they are actions against at best an acquaintance and at worst an enemy. Regardless of their history, Sasuke makes these terms clear. I saw a post earlier joking about how Sasuke still won’t understand that Naruto is his friend– well, Naruto isn’t. He disrespects what Sasuke says about the terms of their relationship and that makes me angry.

Third, as I was getting at above, is the fanbase for the pairing. I don’t blame SNS fans for this because it is the dominating narrative of the story, but the great majority of what I’ve seen (with the exception of a few people) buy into Naruto’s bullshit. As a result, a lot of the unhealthy aspects of this relationship get sugarcoated and romanticized, and I dislike that. Many portrayals are inaccurate, and I actually mind that less than the portrayals that are accurate but uncritical and look at Naruto’s obsession with Sasuke like it’s not super gross.

Finally, personal appeal. I’m not trying to say that people aren’t allowed to like ships that are unhealthy. I like quite a few of those myself. But there are things about the relationship that just don’t appeal to me or capture my attention. The biggest factor is probably that I like Sasuke, and to me SNS is terrible for him in a one-sided way. Naruto is the one who has most of the feelings, Naruto is the one constantly shoving his feelings in Sasuke’s face, Naruto is the one who can’t move on. Naruto, Naruto, Naruto– this entire ship is about him. One of my most popular posts that still gets notes is from two years ago and it was jokingly asking if SNS even needs any shippers because Naruto ships it all by himself, and it’s still true. I’ve never been entirely comfortable with SNS because I felt like it leaves Sasuke out more often that not. That just doesn’t interest me as a person who’s invested in Sasuke. If you’re giving me an unhealthy ship then I want to see how they ruin each other, not one where one character gets to leech off the other with no consequences. Sasuke had to be beaten in submission to finally consent to a relationship with Naruto and my favourite thing about Sasuke is how he relentlessly pursues his own goals and is free-spirited. Naruto put him in a cage. I can’t forgive him, and I’m not going to ship something that gives Naruto everything he wants when he brutalized my favourite character of all time and thought he was right in doing so, never once apologized.

Many people who like SNS like it for how unhealthy it is and can acknowledge these things about it and love it anyway. Power to them. Me? No. I can’t. I hate it. I don’t care about Naruto’s feelings when they’re at Sasuke’s expense and I can’t ship something that revolves around them and even rewards him for them.

#finally someone speaks my language #thank you for this it’s 1) wonderfully succinct 2) hits all my personal pet peeves w sns #and just naruto in general #i mean I don’t even like them as buddy buddy honestly #naruto meta #not mine

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The Fandom saw male on male violence and asked of this is what intimacy was. The fact this applies to many ships in the Fandom is not an accident.

But may I please simp and ask for Crack s/o headcanons for tobirama my beloved?

The fandom saw Sakura beating the hell out of naruto when they were 8 and went ‘this is what love looks like’.

Anyhow Tobirama is a wife guy and a misogynist. It’s the vibe.

#mod talks #tobirama imagines #bullshit tag #Tobirama and his breeding kink: animal crossing? more like irl baby crossing

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Will be posting asks soon, currently crying over spy x family

#mod talks #and by crying I mean writing fic to fulfill my need to make loid and yor kiss and give Anya siblings

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The Fandom saw two men touch hands once and went yeah. This is valid.

The thirst for male on male intimacy. Staggering.