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flawlessstriker · 7 months
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Naruto Kinktober 2023 Day 16 - Sealing Chains - Cheating/NTR - Mission AU @narutokinktober
My bf @damien-wolfram-art wrote a piece to go with my art for today. His post is right over here!
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damien-wolfram-art · 7 months
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Not if, but When
It was a lazy morning in The Hidden Leaf Village. The wind blew gently through an open window to a young couple cuddling in bed. The man, Minato, read a book gifted to him by his sensei. His flushed cheeks betrayed the truth of his guilt as his wife, Kushina, lay in his lap still snoozing. He and his students had a mission later that afternoon, but he wanted to get through one last chapter before he got ready.
Kushina mumbled something before lifting her head from her husband’s lap. Her bright red hair was a wild mess that matched Minato’s blond bird’s nest. “Morning, y’know,” she greeted him.
“Good morning, Kushina,” Minato responded, quickly hiding his reading material.
Kushina squinted at him, wiping the drool from her mouth to speak, “hey…was that one of Jiraiya’s…”
“Uhh…” Minato was busted.
Kushina sprung to life and jumped on top of Minato. “It was! Minato you naughty little- do I have to remind you? You have a mission today y’know!”
“Well, uh… you see….”
“You should know better than to read that stuff before a mission! It’ll distract you! You know the shinobi prohibitions!”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Minato reassured timidly.
Kushina rested a bit firmer on him and she could feel him pressing back through her netted underwear. She sneered, “oh really? Then you should be able to handle this too.” She rocked her hips and the two of them threw their heads back, huffing in lecherous gratification.
Minato considered himself lucky that Kushina was feeling as hot as he was that morning and wasn’t looking to pound the prohibitions into him with her fists. Those were the types of mornings he loved the most. “I can’t wait to see you later if everything works out today,” he said.
Suddenly, he found himself wrapped up in the powerful sealing chains of his jinchuriki lover. Her hair had grown even wilder, and she pulled the chains tighter with a powerful tug. “What did you saaay?” she hissed, pushing up and in close to her husband’s face. “If?” She forced a threatening smile. “Whaddaya mean if, y’know?!”
“It’s just-”
“Just nothing! You will be coming back y’know! There is no if!” She got up, releasing him and hopping off of the bed “Sooo you can be plenty excited to see me later when you get back! After all,” she looked back and said, “you want the rest, don’t you?”
Minato smiled nervously and swallowed a lump in his throat. A bead of sweat rolled down from his brow. Somehow, he was even more excited now. He had no choice. He would have to make it back.
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olifdraws · 3 months
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Nightmare
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unsanctitude · 5 months
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cracks open my coffin lid to show my newest disgusting old person furry
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topaz-mutiny · 2 months
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So the episode is over and I am stuck on the giant green glass column that spans a mile and more vertically of this underground city.
Because the first thing I said when it was described, before we found out the Weave Mind (I'm assuming that's the 5 minds) are inside of it, was: "That's a big-ass trammel."
... And then I thought about it.
...
So, what if? What if that's literally what it is.
A giant trammel piercing through the crust, piercing Predathos. Probably one of a few.
But maybe you only need to pull out one to release a god-eater from its binds.
Perhaps the Ruidian flares, said to be ushered in by the Weave Mind themselves, are their attempts to pull the trammel out.
The flares are getting more frequent, more powerful, because of an increase in their attempts, and the aid being given to them through the Ruidusborn and Ludinus.
If it's true, if this ties into the lore from all the way back in the last arc of C1 I'm going to scream.
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summertimemusician · 7 months
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Linktober Day 9
Deity
*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.
As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.
The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.
In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.
And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.
It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.
A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’
You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”
The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’
You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”
To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.
Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.
You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.
“Join me? We can make a duet.”
You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’
“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”
‘It would be my honor to learn.’
You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.
You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.
When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.
(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)
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If it's okay to know, is the cult mentioned in the recent fantasy au snippet an actual cult unlike in the modern au, and are they connected to Wally or warlocks in some way?
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no no this is an actual cult lol - there's a whole plot in my mind of them going after Home and successfully separating them from Wally. they're a big problem! i guess they're not connected except in the fact that they want to have a demon at their command, and demons in this universe are very rare / hard to find. Home seemed like easy pickings! and it kinda was! the cult's plan would have gone off without a hitch, except for two things
one, this particular demon is unusually attached to its host. two, there is a group of ragtag maniacs hellbent on hunting them down and reversing what they've done <3
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doodlboy · 1 year
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Demon El doodle dump!🩷✨️
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hellokittystims · 2 months
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The Evil Dead inspired 💀
not in order: x / x / x / x / x / x / x / x / x
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lyquoritte · 2 years
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Time travel AU where Obito might just crumble to dust at any time-
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leadflowers · 11 months
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I’m working on a bigger piece, but in the meantime I made a couple of slight improvements to these two. Can you tell? lol
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awetistic-things · 1 year
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back from camping… 😐
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idrawsometimes · 4 days
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link, the zonai sage of spirit
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softdaemons · 1 year
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i need sasuke with kushina and mikoto and itachi with naruto headcanons stat
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*Joy, videoing herself at a selfie angle*
Joy: calling heisters by their government names, Part 2!
Joy: Nicolas Poitiiieeeeeerr, how’s it going?
Chains: *side-eyeing Joy in disbelief* that’s Petty Officer Nicolas Poitier to you, kid.
Joy: wait, really?
Chains: *turns* GET DOWN AND GIVE ME TWENTY-
Joy: *runs, video becomes shaky footage of the ground passing under her feet as she flees*
*Approaching Wolf*
Joy: good morning Ulf Andersson from Sweden!
Wolf: mornin’- *double takes, pausing as he goes to sip his coffee* *stares at Joy incredulously* ...
Joy: *innocently* what?
Wolf: *says nothing but keeps his narrowed eyes on Joy*
Joy: *zooms in on Jacket’s face*
Jacket: ...?
Joy: ...
Jacket: ...
Joy: ... nah.
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ganymedesclock · 2 years
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I honestly have so many ideas about Unsealed Ancient Evils as viewpoint protagonists and part of it is my contrarian streak but also I feel like for that being such a common trope to toss around, including against entities that are more "person" than "unrelateable cosmic force" I just think that's a fascinating backstory element to play for both comedy and for drama.
Like just about every time we see an Unsealed Ancient Evil they've already set up shop. But they had to DO that. Most times, it's pretty obvious things weren't just ready to go for them, they had to pick up new subordinates, new lair, figure out what technology and language did in the meantime.
Some amount of a person staggering through the dark, profoundly alone and alienated; before the sleep all this was different. Some amount of bewilderment, exasperation, loneliness. Bereavement. Figuring out who's dead and gone.
But also like you're thousands of years old and some kind of Big Deal and you are stranded in New York City and you almost got hit by a taxi. Last you checked in, the furthest that vehicle technology had gone was a horse-cart. How do you even begin to process this. You can't shoot them all with sith lightning, you'd never get anything done.
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