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pwhale6 · 1 month
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— people cannot win against their loneliness
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kokodrawings · 1 year
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“Sensei...  Dad is dead.”
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mysticdevils · 11 months
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listen it’s them
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hellcifrogs · 5 months
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I don’t know if you wanna know, but since you’re making fusions, I just curious what you might think of Himawari. The canon Naruto Hinata kid.
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Because I love her. (I’ve never watched the anime but I’m chronically online and see her all over Instagram and I just love her cause shes adorable that is all.)
Obviously she looks more like what I imagined a NaruHina child would look like. But I will be FOREVER bitter about Hinata's children not having Hyuuga eyes!
She reminds me of kid Naruto though so that IS adorable, but I still don't know her enough to really have an opinion.
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naruto: we can’t do that it’s too risky
sasuke: what is life without a little risk
naruto: ohh!! that sounded so cool!! you’re right!! let’s do it!!
sakura: naruto how many times do i have to tell you that just because something sasuke says sounds cool does NOT mean it’s right
naruto: …….so we SHOULDN’T attack the tsuchikage
sakura: what?? no!! why were you even considering that
sasuke: he’s small and old and i need to know if i can beat him in a fight in case i ever have to plan another revolution
naruto, nodding: makes sense….
sakura: no it doesn’t!! stop doing things that would get you arrested right after we got you out of prison
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kishimotomasashi · 1 year
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“Civilization is coming. And it means to exterminate us.”
Naruto Shippuden (2007) // Black Sails (2014)
#naruto#naruto shippuden#mygif#edit#send post#edit: I was gonna post this one last but like I remembered Hashirama's birthday and so I will be posting that gifset on his birthday#Obviously one or two words were changed here to make it fit#shout-out tumblr user sasukelandia for making the post that gave me this idea in the first place#I was gonna remove the ''god-fearing tax-paying'' part but like. it's integral to the quote.#I generally don't want to change up the quotes TOO much I have like. a weird thing against it. a weird personal thing.#so assume ''god'' here is the concept of the village itself and ''tax-paying'' is being a ninja lol#You could imagine that it's Nagato saying this but tbh when I was making this I was going for a general vibe#many rogue ninja could not make it into this gifset and I apologize to them#Btw y'all ever think about how cold it is for the Akatsuki to wear headbands with their old village symbol crossed out#Other rogue nin either don't wear the headband anymore or simply keep it without changing it much#Whoever had the crossing out the headband as a uniform to send a message idea was a genius. I am going to pretend that Konan was the one who#came up with it. I also think she came up with the robes as well.#There are some good things in Naruto.#Hidden villages rogue ninja dehumanization is insane the fact that leaving your village is a death sentence..........#They had a bounty on 12 year old baby-faced Sasuke's head for leaving to a place in which he was almost certain to be killed...........#fucking hell. anyways.#sincerely hope this colouring is better than for the Hashirama one lmao#6th gif gave me so much grief with the file size#Those tsukuyomi filler episodes with cop Sasuke were AWFUL but at least they gave me a good visual for the 3rd gif so.#everything has its uses!#naruto // black sails#queuekage
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domoz · 10 months
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...okay this is even less drabbleish probably but now I'm imagining the like. Scenario with Hashirama and Tobirama miscommunicating and both not trusting each other (specifically re: Butsuma needs to die) and then dropping Mito in the middle of THAT mess. Just, you know, because it wasn't complicated enough yet
Fic Ideas That Haunt Me!!!!
Mito had never quite managed to get herself to believe in rumors of Hashirama's ruthlessness. Not until, on the first night she spent visiting Senju Lands, he caught her in private. Sat her down, clasped her hand, told her he understood if she thought differently of him, after this…
Her family hadn't quite been convinced of the need to marry her to Hashirama, though to not marry someone would have meant to all but break the alliance they'd had with the Senju for as long as both clans had existed.
Mito had argued it should be herself, in the end, and not for truly political reasons.
She liked Hashirama, liked his grand dreams, and even if they seemed a little too far-fetched to come true, he'd certainly make interesting things happen by trying. Her family liked him too. It was his father that had them all concerned, and, well…
Patricide was no small thing, but Hashirama had said, guilty and tearful, that his father hurt people. Broke people. That he wouldn't accept peace if it was handed to him on a silver platter, and the longer he stayed in power the harder it would be for Hashirama to achieve it.
Mito had promised not only to keep his secret, but to support him, where she could. There wasn't much she could do, not when they weren’t married yet, but she kept an eye out, an ear open, and a few seals hidden in certain spots to help those first two thing along.
That was how she noticed Tobirama -- the stoic younger brother, the one who she'd been introduced to but not actually properly met, which was a shame because she'd heard he was a dab hand at seal work and hardly anyone else seemed interested in it, around here -- was acting just suspiciously enough that she could tell he was up to something.
She'd just assumed he was in on it. It was the most obvious answer to why she overheard him. He was cautious about it, clever; what he was doing only apparent to her because she was an outsider not privy to whatever assumptions Tobirama was using to get away with with saying what he was saying. He was undermining his father's leadership. Smoothing along the inevitable transfer of power.
It wasn't until later that she realized otherwise. She'd thought meals were strained because they were shared with Butsuma, but one evening the Senju clan head was called away for work. Even with him gone, Tobirama remained withdrawn, and Hashirama's smiles remained tense and forced.
"I thought…" Mito puzzled out slowly, after the meal, and Hashirama had oh-so improperly found another private moment with her, "That your brother was after him, too?"
"If he is, he's never told me." Hashirama said, all sad and bitter and anxious.
Well, Mito would just have to see what was going on with that.
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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 8 months
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I feel like the first meeting between Kakashi and his feral new neighbour is probably cause of their dogs. I refuse to not believe that he doesn’t allow his dogs out all the time to hang with him and OC has a dog to, so it’s 100% the fault of them.
Just… Pakkun smells the new neighbour and the dog smells the pack and then it’s just canine love. They totally ignore the two very awkward adults start at one another cause like…
Kakashi: ninja since he was five. Has no idea how to be normal. ANBU. Mainly hangs out with his dogs, fellow ANBU members or Gai. Reads porn in public and is a menace.
OC: 100% was a nomadic hunter who looked for the most challenging game. Hunted Chakra enhanced animals to keep population down. Grew up on the move and whose main companion for years is a talking dog. Is a reincarnation of some nerd who knew about Naruto.
Just the awkward vibes.
Then the OC finds out Kakashi lives off the equivalent of MREs and goes: oh fuck no.
*bangs on door with meal in arms*
Kakashi: what- *meal shoved on him*
OC: test for poisons but eat the fucking food. *stomps off*
Kakashi: *breaks into apartment to leave bowl there along with like… pocky in thanks*
Relationship progresses so that OC has a key to Kakashi’s apartment and will bounce right into it to cook there, ranting about something or that Kakashi sometimes breaks into the other apartment to remind himself someone cares about him.
Later these two move in together cause fuck it why not and then Gai moves in and there are dogs everywhere cause OC’s dog totally romanced some other dog so puppies and then Naruto gets added followed by Lee and it all started cause dogs.
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attroxx · 2 months
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he definitely bought this at a thrift shop the moment he saw it. art by min on twitter. mutuals can interact.
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kuramakakashi · 2 years
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ghosts of us 
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#14 Genma Shiranui
summary: the ghost you keep, and the truth you ignore
warnings: reader and genma are very mean to each other at one point; mentions of having sex as an insult; injured!reader; light description of gore; allusions to ptsd
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The day that you nearly died, you thought you’d heard the voice of the love you’d lost years ago calling for you. 
But as the buzzing in your ears had turned almost all sounds into warbling crests of static, and you could no longer feel the kusanagi blade buried in your stomach, you’d realized with the last trace of your memory that it was Genma screaming your name, over and over, as you let go of consciousness. 
When you’d come to, shivering because of the breeze coming from the air conditioner vent, Genma had been sitting at your hospital bedside, his hand closed firmly around yours and the only source of warmth you’d felt for hours, even after he’d woken and draped another two blankets around your shoulders and legs as the Godaime checked over your vitals. 
The scar on your stomach will never fade, she’d told you, after ordering Genma out of the room so she you could strip the hospital gown. 
That’s fine, you’d answered, grateful for Genma’s shoddy field med repair. There was irony there, you’d thought a bit humorously, since he’d always complained about having to learn iryō-ninjutsu once the Godaime assumed office. 
Now, Rin poked at the scar on your stomach as you yanked a shirt over your head. 
“You know, Kakashi said Genma almost exhausted his chakra when he was healing you,” she said when you swatted her hand away, your head momentarily stuck in your shirt.
You puffed a laugh. “Yeah, I don’t doubt that, since he apparently slept for as long as I did after that mission.” Twenty-seven hours you’d been out like a light, you were told. Between your own chakra exhaustion, the kusanagi wound, and the healing, Tsunade-sama had said she was surprised you didn’t sleep for three whole days. 
“It looks good for being barely two weeks old,” Rin commented, passing you your pants. She’d come over right as you’d gotten out of the shower, and you’d let her in while you were wrapped up in your towel. “You sure you should be going out tonight, though? You’re still on rest leave.” 
You shrugged. “I don’t really plan on drinking, and it’s just supposed to be dinner, so I don’t think I’ll be doing much activity anyway.” 
Rin rolled her eyes, snorting as you laughed at her expression. 
“I still can’t believe you agreed to go on a date with a civilian,” she said. “They’re so boring and have nothing interesting to talk about.” She flopped back on your bed, narrowly avoiding the towel you’d tossed down only moments ago. 
“The fact that he is a civilian is why I agreed,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “I just got maimed, and –”
“And you’re having a life crisis,” Rin interrupted, waving her hand. “You’re questioning your shinobi status and seeking confirmation that your lifestyle is something that is still a part of your identity and not something that’s just a black hole on your life.” She sat up, propping herself up on her elbows. “Am I right?”
Your lips had parted, and you’d stopped moving about your room, just staring at her. “I – what?” 
Rin shifted, giving you a sympathetic smile. “All of us feel it – that wondering if we’re doing the right thing, still putting our lives on the line every time we go out and collecting more scars by the time we come home. All of us deal with it differently. Kakashi reads. Asuma smokes. Kurenai dances and Anko drinks. Gai and Obito train, and Genma –”
“Sleeps with anything with a pulse and a pretty smile,” you interjected blandly. 
“And you are going on a date with a civilian,” Rin continued, tactfully ignoring you. “It’s a coping mechanism.” 
You sighed, “Yeah, okay. Maybe I just want to know what the normalcy thing is. It’s not like I can’t just go out with this guy – with Sōma.” You scoffed, throwing a hand up. “Kami knows maybe normal is what I need.” 
Rin frowned. “(Y/N)…” 
You shook your head though, heading for your dresser where your perfume was – which was a mistake though, because of one of the old photos taped against your mirror. You stopped moving, the memory of a pain that went soul deep pressing against your chest as you stared at one of the faces in the frame. 
“(Y/N),” Rin said again, standing behind you. She reached for your hand, folding it in hers as she tugged you to face her. “Hayate would be happy for you. He’d want you to do what makes you feel okay.” 
You swallowed thickly, tearing your eyes off of the photo. Kurenai had taken it of the two of you the day Hayate had been promoted to jōnin, what was really only a few years ago feeling like a lifetime ago, a love lived by another person who wasn’t in your skin anymore, but whose loss you still felt. 
“If Hayate were here and hadn’t been murdered by that Sand nin,” you said slowly, “then I wouldn’t be having a ‘life crisis’ right now, and I wouldn’t be going on a date with a random civilian that had the balls to ask out a jōnin.” 
Rin hesitated, her hand squeezing yours before she asked, “(Y/N), have you spoken to Genma since you were discharged from the hospital?” 
Your brow furrowed at the mention of Genma, though you were grateful for the temporary distraction as you shook your head. 
“So he doesn’t know you’re going out on a date tonight?” Rin questioned. 
“Maybe. I don’t know,” you replied. “It wasn’t a secret or anything.” 
“I think,” Rin said slowly, giving you a cautious look, “you should talk to him soon.”
Your brow furrowed, “Why?” 
“It’s just,” Rin started, and rubbed the side of her face. “I’ve seen the bodies of nin who have been killed by kusanagi blades, and I was there when you were brought in. You should’ve died, (Y/N), but Genma somehow managed to keep you alive until you guys got back to Konoha, and he didn’t leave your side once, even while Tsunade-shishō was healing you herself and he was fighting chakra exhaustion.” 
“He’s one of my best friends,” you answered, glancing toward another photo on your mirror, where Hayate and Genma were crowding around you, Genma with his arm thrown over your shoulders while Hayate held your waist, and both of them grabbing for your legs as you tried to twist out of their grip. All three of you were laughing, the moment captured from a summer back when you were sixteen and your friends were celebrating Kurenai’s birthday at the lake a few miles outside Konoha’s borders. After Asuma had taken the picture, you’d squirmed out of Genma’s grip and tackled Hayate into the water, both of you coming up breathless and laughing. “We were best friends even before we met Hayate.” 
“I know,” Rin nodded. “But – well. It’s just you and Genma now, since Hayate…” 
You loosed a breath and shook your head. “Genma lives his life one way, and I live my life my way. Hayate…when Hayate died, it changed things.” 
For a moment, there was only silence in your room, and you absently rubbed at your eyes, feeling the pinpricks of tears, but the back of your hand coming away dry. Genma was still someone you could turn to with anything, someone you could trust to have your back and who had held onto you tightly enough to keep you from going over that edge into a bloody death, but after Hayate had died…Nothing was quite the same, unspoken things left between the two of you and ignored, set aside in the absence of the best friend you’d both lost. 
Then, Rin said, “I think you should talk to Genma.” 
You sighed. “About what, Rin? About the weather? About Hayate? About the fact that he saved my life? He knows I’m grateful for that – for him. Hell, he made a joke about me having something to always remember him by now every time I take my shirt off.” You rolled your eyes. “Genma and I don’t need to talk. There’s nothing to talk about.” 
Rin’s expression turned in a way you knew she was trying to not argue with you, but she still replied, “Do you know what you said while we were healing you, (Y/N)?”
Your brow furrowed. “What?” 
“Do you know what you said while Tsunade-shishō and I were healing you?” Rin asked again. 
“No…” you replied at length. 
“You said one thing, over and over,” she answered, holding up a single finger. “You kept saying Genma’s name. Shishō had to force you into a deeper unconsciousness because you wouldn’t stop asking for him.” 
“But he –” You shook your head, confusion rising. “But he stayed the entire time with me. You told me –”
“He did,” Rin nodded. “He never left you, (Y/N), but you kept saying his name like you were scared he would.” 
Without meaning to, you sat down on the edge of your bed, on your towel, eyes following Rin as she bent on her knees in front of you and took your hands in hers. 
“He’s my best friend,” you said, unwilling to let yourself think about those trace moments you could remember while being healed, the weight of Genma’s hand in yours and the blood – your blood – that had been smeared all over him. 
“It’s okay, you know,” she said gently, her voice hardly louder than a whisper. “It’s okay to love someone else.” 
Your ribcage crushed your lungs as your breath left you in a rush and your head snapped up. “Love – you think – you think that I love Genma?” A strained laugh left you. “Oh gods, Rin. I think that’s a bit of a stretch.” 
She shook her head, squeezing your hands. “You don’t want to admit it because you’re still holding onto Hayate, and that’s understandable – you loved him first. But life has kept going on and will keep going on, and it’s okay to let Hayate rest now. He’s gone, and all the love he had for you went away with him.” 
You choked on your breath, pulling your hands out of Rin’s as you pressed them to your face. “Please – stop.” 
“(Y/N),” Rin pressed, holding onto your knees now. “Hayate loved you so much – we all knew that. You knew that most. But he’s gone now, and you’ve been punishing yourself for years, still holding onto him like he’ll come back.” 
“Rin – please,” you begged, shaking your head as tears rolled down your cheeks. “Please don’t.” 
“It’s been years, (Y/N),” she said gently. “Let him rest now, and let yourself move on.” 
You choked, shaking your head over and over. “I can’t,” you gasped. “I can’t. Hayate – he –” Your breath caught, and you forced yourself to breathe. “It can’t be Genma. Not Genma. I can’t do that to Hayate.” 
“(Y/N),” Rin let out a soft laugh. “(Y/N), Hayate would probably be relieved that it was Genma who came after him. He was his best friend too, and we all know how much you mean to him.” 
You just shook your head, pressing your fist over your heart. “I can’t do this right now, Rin. I can’t. I can’t hear this, and I can’t do this.” You stood up, forcing her to stand up with you, and tried to not look at her face. 
“Don’t go out tonight,” Rin said. “Just stay in tonight and don’t go out with this guy. I know he’s what you think you need right now, but he’s not. He’ll never be what you need.” 
You raised one of your hands to your face, rubbing your temple and then your forehead. “I don’t care what you think I need right now, Rin. What I actually need right now is for this conversation to be over.” 
The tension between the two of you was razor sharp, and you were well aware of the delicate line she was walking as she reluctantly nodded and took a step back. 
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just don’t want to see you hurt yourself,” she said softly. 
You forced a short laugh and shook your head. “I really need you to leave before we argue.” 
You didn’t look at her, instead glaring at the ground near the front of your room as you watched her hesitate in your periphery before she gave an assenting nod.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, and then shunshinned. 
The moment she was gone, you dropped your head, a quiet sob crawling up your throat.
It’s okay to love someone else.
“Fuck,” you mumbled into your palm, tears falling down the sides of your face. “Fuck.”
The quiet in your apartment only lasted for another few seconds before your body went rigid, and you made eye contact with Genma standing in your living room, having shunshinned straight through your wards like any other time. 
Your lips parted in shock, and then fury climbed up your throat as you realized what Rin had done. 
“What are you doing here, Genma?” you asked slowly, leaving your room as he rounded your couch. Every hair on your body stood the closer he came as you willed the conversation you’d had with Rin out of your mind. 
“Rin told me you had a date,” he replied, his voice just as edged as yours as he came to a stop in front of you. “With a civilian.” 
“And that matters to you because…?” you asked, rage boiling in your chest. 
You watched him clench his jaw. “You’re still healing from your injury. You shouldn’t be going out, especially with someone who doesn’t know the first thing about shinobi.” 
“Based on the fact that all the civilians in Konoha live in a shinobi village, I think he’d at least know what an injured shinobi means, Genma,” you replied flatly. 
“He wouldn’t be able to help you if something happened while you were out,” he rebuked. “You could start internally bleeding and go into shock and he’d have no idea what to do, because civilians aren’t shinobi.” 
You clenched your teeth and then exhaled a long, steadying breath in a vain attempt to quell the anger simmering in your veins. “Unless my dinner decides to tear apart my insides, Genma, I can’t see how I’d end up going into shock.” 
You glared at each other in the evening light filtering through your apartment, the golden rays illuminating the honey-bronze of Genma’s hair and eyes. The sight made something in your chest twist, and you forced yourself to turn away from him, willing the feeling away as you moved around him toward your front door. 
“You can leave now, Genma,” you said shortly. “Go run back to Rin and tell her that I’m not listening to either of you.” 
“I’m not leaving and neither are you,” Genma snapped back. “I’m not going to let you just go out with some civilian and put your injury at risk.” 
You grit your jaw as you yanked on your shoes. “I’m not a fucking doll, Genma. I know basic iryō-ninjutsu just like you, and I’m perfectly capable of knowing my own limits.” 
“Oh, you are, are you?” Genma huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did you know your own limits when you decided to nearly drain your chakra and weren’t able to dodge that kusanagi blade because you were too busy fighting off chakra exhaustion?” 
You whirled around, sneering at him, “I was fighting off chakra exhaustion because I was covering for your ass while you went and got yourself surrounding by Kumo nin.” You scoffed. “Great lot of help that did, when you couldn’t even fight them off anyway.” 
“That’s rich coming from someone who can’t fucking dodge,” Genma snarled back. 
Your hands turned to fists at your side. “Oh yeah? How about how rich that is coming from a shinobi whose field medicine is so shitty that I’m permanently scarred for the rest of my life?” 
You might as well have slapped him, because he recoiled at that remark, hurt flickering across his expression as his eyes dropped right to your stomach, where you could feel the scar tissue brushing against the fabric of your shirt. A part of you immediately wanted to apologize, but he snapped back before you could even begin to open your mouth. 
“Fine – then next time you’re lying in the dirt dying, I’ll just make sure to step around the puddle of blood so I don’t ruin my shoes,” he sneered. 
The retort tore out of you before you thought better of it: “Fuck you!” 
His eyes widened and then he laughed. It was a bitter, sour noise, nothing like the laughter that was caught forever in that photo hanging in your bedroom. 
“Oh yeah?” he puffed. “I thought you were going to go do that with your civilian date tonight? Let him get on top of you and fuck you like –”
“Oh, I am so done with this shit!” you shrieked, feeling your anger roar up your throat. “Get fucked, Genma Shiranui!” 
“Are you offering, or should I look around for other options too?” he sneered. 
“Oh, fuck off!” you snarled, jaw clenching as your fingernails dug into your palms. “You only have to open your front door and there’ll be someone waiting for you on the other side on their knees for you already!” 
“In that case, I’ll just knock on your front door, (Y/N),” he snapped, “since you’re so willing tonight.” He scoffed and turned away, glowering at your living room as he threw up his hands. 
Indignation surged in your chest, and you almost felt like crying as you shouted at him, chest heaving, “I’ll sooner sleep with a fucking rōnin from Iwagakure than you!”
He rounded back on you, jaw clenched. “I will beat the shit out of anyone who touches you.” he seethed. “Including your ‘date’ tonight.” 
You felt the anger inside of you lock up, freezing as your throat tightened and you forced out, “You don’t get to do that.” 
The muscle in Genma’s jaw feathered as you stared at each other across the living room, suddenly in a stalemate. Your hands were still in fists at your side, pain like a white-hot lance through your palms as your fingernails dug into your flesh. 
You straightened, not letting your composure slip as you glared at him. “You don’t get to treat me like this – I never gave you permission to and I never will.” 
Silence – it hung between the two of you like a weight, tension wound thickly through it. It hurt to breathe it in, solid and sharp in your chest. 
“I don’t want you to go on that date,” he finally said, both hands still clenched into fists at his sides. He was all tension and fury, so unfamiliar and yet so unsurprising. This is what was hiding beneath the control of the shinobi exterior. 
“You don’t get to make my decisions for me,” you replied stiffly. 
Again, the silent staring. There was nothing that could break this moment – no force in the world could take his eyes from you or yours from his. The world only existed in this apartment, in this room, and it felt like it was ending. 
He stopped clenching his hands, and you watched him breathe, his chest rising and then falling in a slow, rhythmic cycle until he was standing straight again and some of the tension had left his shoulders. 
“You’re right – I don’t,” he said, and you only watched him, letting the words hang in the space between you. You saw his fingers flex and then he exhaled sharply, and ran a hand through his hair, pulling strands out from the tie at the back of his hair. “You’re right,” he said again. His gaze darted from yours to the floor and then back again as he shook his head into his hand. “Fuck – (Y/N).” 
He sat back down on the couch, staring at the blank television screen. You hesitated, anger still roiling beneath your skin, and then let your fists finally relax. Your knuckles ached, but you didn’t move again, not as Genma exhaled another long breath and ran his hands together in front of himself. 
“You don’t know what goes on in my head and I can’t expect you to,” he said, “and ironically, Iruka told me that and I didn’t really get what he meant until now, that keeping my mouth shut and not telling you the truth would only come around and bite me in the ass.” 
You clenched your jaw, failing to bury your earlier conversation with Rin out of your mind. “We made a deal when we were kids Genma – we promised to always tell each other the truth.” 
Genma turned and looked at you, and the stare he pinned you with almost had you reaching for the front doorknob – you were a shinobi and it went against all instinct to let yourself be trapped, and with just his eyes, Genma had you unable to move. 
“You want the truth, (Y/N)?” he asked, and you watched as he stood back up. You watched as he crossed the room, that gaze never leaving yours, not even when he was standing so close to you now that the air around you practically hummed his presence. There was an arm’s length between your chests. “You want the truth?” he asked again, voice lowered. 
You stared at him and, for the first time in your life, you were scared of Genma Shiranui. 
Not of what he’d do, but of what he’d say. 
And yet – “Yes.” 
The word came out of your mouth before you’d fully gauged what the consequences could be. 
Genma stared at you and for a long moment you thought he’d decided not to speak, and then he breathed again, that slow, rhythmic pattern, and said, “I’ve been in love with you for years, (Y/N). I loved you even when you loved Hayate and I loved you when I thought you were dying in my arms, and I’ve loved you every moment that you were thinking that I didn’t.” 
The world cracked right through its core. 
You don’t know how many seconds passed between his words and when your chest started to burn – you’d caught your own breath and hadn’t even realized it. 
“When I realized it, you were already with Hayate,” Genma went on. “And when he died,” a slow, defeated breath with the weight of that reality, “I couldn’t put that on you, not when I wanted to be there for you as a friend to have and someone to lean on more than I wanted you to know the truth. And lately…” Genma shook his head and raised his hand to his face, rubbing the side of his nose and then his neck. “The rest of us didn’t know if you’d ever really be okay again after Hayate, but you’ve been trying so hard to be and to keep going on with your life, and I didn’t want to take that from you.” He shook his head again and then you felt the weight of his hands on your shoulders as he stepped nearer. 
“You were happy and laughing again and excited for the world, and I didn’t want to take away your opportunity to fall in love with life again by trying to bind your heart again to mine so I didn’t tell you about how I felt,” he said. “If you had really died the other day, (Y/N), I know it would’ve killed something inside of me that would’ve died with you, just like that part of you died with Hayate.” 
You could feel tears sliding down the side of your face, and Genma’s gaze followed them as they dripped off the edge of your jaw. 
“You’re so selfish,” you managed to whisper. 
Hurt rose in Genma’s face and you sobbed as you raised the back of your hand to your cheeks, smearing away the tears. 
“Why did you get to decide how I would’ve felt toward you?” you demanded as his hands fell away from your shoulders. “Why did you get to decide that you wouldn’t tell me that you were in love with me and then try to make me suffer for it now? Were you really just trying to spare yourself, Genma, in case I really did die, and you didn’t want to go through what you saw me go through with Hayate’s death? But now you’re too fucking jealous –” 
Genma’s self-control snapped again, and you felt the breath leave you in a gasp as he grabbed your face, one hand slanting over your mouth and the other holding the back of your head. 
“Don’t you get it?” he demanded. “I fucking love you, (Y/N)! I don’t just like you, and I don’t just want to put you in my bed and fuck you! I love you – and because I love you, it means I never want to hurt you!” He was panting, his rage pulsing in his chakra signature as you glared at each other. 
“I’m fucking terrified of hurting you, (Y/N),” he said, fingers digging into the nape of your neck as his voice lost some of its ferocity. “I love you so fucking much and yes – fuck yes, I’m terrified of the pain your death would put me in, but I’m more afraid of the pain I could put you through if you loved me too. Because I can die too – and I don’t want to break you like Hayate did.” He scoffed, shaking his head as his hand left your mouth and your neck, finding a place again on your shoulders. “Maybe that’s where I’m selfish for thinking you could love me back,” he said, hanging his head, “but that’s it, (Y/N). That’s the truth.” 
For a few, agonizingly long seconds, the sudden silence in your apartment stretched, and you thought you could hear his heart jack-hammering in his chest with what little space there was between you. 
“That kusanagi blade,” you said, swallowing around the dryness in your mouth. “The blade was meant for you, Genma.” 
It was a truth you hadn’t really been aware of, not until you’d laid awake those first few nights in the hospital, jolted out of your nightmares and left to think about that fight over and over again until you’d memorized every movement of the nin that had ambushed your team in that clearing. 
Genma slowly raised his head, and when you met eyes again, you could see the grief there. 
You swallowed again. “I couldn’t – I saw it coming for you, and I just – I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lose you too,” you admitted, tears falling freely down the sides of your face as you grasped Genma’s wrists. “Not after Hayate, and not – not you. I couldn’t lose you too.” 
Genma moved before you were really aware his hands had even left your shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed his face into your chest. You could feel his tears as they stained your shirt, a soft sob wracking through him as you closed your arms over his shoulders, pulling him close to you. 
Your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt him pull you closer, his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt. 
“When I was dying, I thought I heard Hayate saying my name,” you whispered, staring at the ground behind Genma, “but it was you. You were screaming my name like I had screamed Hayate’s that day.” 
“I would have swapped places with him, (Y/N),” Genma said, pulling back just enough so that you could look at each other again. “I would’ve swapped our places in a heartbeat so you found my body on that roof and not his, so you wouldn’t of had to suffer like you did.” 
You shut your eyes, tears spilling as you shook your head. 
“Hayate died,” you whispered. “He’s not coming back, and I don’t want you to think I would trade your life for his.” 
You raised a hand to Genma’s face as you set the other one on his chest, wiping away the tears on one of his cheeks. 
“I hate that he’s gone,” you admitted, accepting the choking feeling in your throat as you finally spoke the truth. “I hate that he doesn’t get to be here with us anymore, and that he was killed by someone who went unpunished, but I love Hayate more than I’m angry.” You shook your head, pressing the heel of your palm against your forehead as you sighed. “I’ll never not miss him, but he’s also not the only person that I love – that I don’t want to lose.” 
You felt Genma’s fingers tighten in the back of your shirt, but you didn’t look at him as you continued. 
“I know it’s been years, but it was up to me to decide when I was ready to let Hayate go, not Rin’s or anyone else’s decision,” you said. 
Genma’s brow furrowed. “Rin told you to move on?” 
You glanced at him. “Among other things.” 
The muscle in his jaw feathered. “That wasn’t her place.” 
“That’s a different conversation,” you replied. “Just – right now Genma. I –”
He shook his head, cutting you off. “You don’t have to say anything like that to me right now,” he said. “Hayate was my best friend and I loved him too, but you loved him differently, and I don’t want you to think that I’m expecting things from you now.” 
You blinked, and then gave him a small smile. “I was going to say that I don’t know what to do right now.” 
It was his turn to blink, and you glimpsed a blush climbing up his neck before he turned his face away, clearing his throat. “Well,” he said, some mirth seeping into his voice, “you can start by canceling your date with that civilian.” 
You gave his bemused expression a flat look. “If Rin managed to find you and send you here in under ten seconds after she left, then I’m sure she already found the civilian and told him the date was off.” 
Genma huffed. “No one ever said Rin Nohara was an idiot.” 
Your lingering irritation made you want to argue, but you held your tongue instead. 
“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Genma suddenly said, drawing your attention back to him as he held your waist. “For what I said to you while we were arguing. I shouldn’t have said those things – it wasn’t fair to you or right for me to have done.” 
You absorbed his apology, taking a long breath and then another before you answered. “I’m sorry too,” you said. “I was angry too, and I said things I shouldn’t have said either.” 
Genma gave you a small smile. “Look at us, apologizing to each other. Didn’t Hayate always say we’d get along one day?” 
When the ache you’d expected to come with the mention of Hayate didn’t close around your chest, you returned Genma’s smile. “I think he also said that you’d never stop saying stupid things.” 
Genma barked out a laugh, pulling away from you. “So is that why you always roll your eyes whenever we’re together?” 
You raised an eyebrow. “No – I roll my eyes because you’re an idiot and I –”
You yelped as Genma swept you off your feet, and just as suddenly dropped you onto the other side of the couch, making pillows go flying. 
“Genma!” you shouted, flinging one of the pillows at his face. “What was that for?” 
“That was for agreeing with Hayate that I say stupid things,” Genma answered, and then threw the pillow you’d flung at him back at you. “And that was for calling me an idiot,” he added, “and this –” You shrieked as Genma suddenly flopped on top of you, crushing you between the cushions of your couch and his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed. “This is because I felt like it!” 
You broke into a fit of laughter, squirming against him as the weight you’d been carrying for years on your shoulders seemed to ease, slipping off of you like water the closer you moved to Genma. 
“What happened to worrying about my injury!” you shouted, trying in vain to push his hands away as he tickled your sides. 
“Oh, you’re fine,” he snorted, pressing his face into your neck. “And if you aren’t, then I’ll just practice my iryō-ninjutsu.” 
“Genma!” you shrieked, still laughing as you kicked and bucked against him. “Stuff like that is exactly what I mean about stupid things!” 
But he just laughed, and you felt his fleeting kiss as he pressed his lips against the base of your neck as he just held you for a moment, his arms still wrapped firmly around your waist. And you let yourself sink into him, something fragile growing warm in your chest as you leaned back to look at him, and smiled, unable to stop yourself. 
Genma just smiled back, and you were glad for it. 
Across Konoha, in the cemetery at the base of the Hokage Monument, a phantom wind swept over a grave, stirring the fresh flowers left there and making the smoke from a lit incense curl around the carved name of a young man who’d finally been fully laid to rest. 
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noxumbra · 6 months
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This image is old as hell (2021). It was made around the same time as my fake Jerma ad, but I never posted it for obvious reasons, lol.
This ad is based off of those weird romance Renta ads I used to see all the time.
I made a whole bunch of fake ads for a point-and-click Wix site game I made (which is now defunct). These showed up as you scrolled through a bunch of fake in-game websites.
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Been thinking about naruto stuff and working on things and yet again the timeline inconsistencies haunt me. Things we know
Tsunade is 50 (ish?) when she becomes hokage. This must mean konoha is at least 50 years old
During the konoha crush we see a flashback of young Hiruzen looking at an already established konoha with Hashirama and Tobirama
Hiruzen had a legit beard and was clearly a grown adult when he began training baby team 7 sannin probably mid 20s? Likely already hokage
Baby Sannin are young when they become genin - we r talking single digits here. There is a credits that shows young genin aged sannin with approx 7-8 year old naruto and co.
Hashirama dies at some point while Tsunade is old enough to have begun mimicking her fav grandpa (3?)
Tobirama becomes hokage and dies while Hiruzen is ?? Late teens?? Early 20?
Conclusion: Hashirama was hokage for somewhere between 20 - 30 years (unlikely to be less then 20 years assuming that hashirama’s children are born post konoha establishment)
Tobirama had one of the shortest terms as hokage clocking in at .5 - 3 year range
Hiruzen had the longest rein of likely 45+ years - combining the two terms (he cannot exceed the 50 year mark- ONLY if we assume Tsunade is approx 3 when he becomes hokage, and Tobirama was hokage for more of the realm of months instead of years)
Somewhere in there minato was hokage for 1? 2? Ish years
Konoha, by the time Tsunade is hokage, is probably about… 75-85 ish years old?
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maboroshi-if · 1 year
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Weapon (you can’t use your chakra ALL the time)
hoho, do you already have weapon ideas? 👀
Teehee, yes.
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So, you'll have the option to learn to fight with any of these weapons. As of right now, you can only choose one. If you choose to become more vested in ninja weaponry, you'll be able to learn more than one.
Katanas
Naginata
Hook Blades
Chain and sickle
A very big Kunai
Chakrams
Mandarin Duck Hooks
Bo Staff
Ninja Sais
And maybe, just maybe knuckledusters 👀👀👀
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brinymusings · 2 months
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idk why it's weird now to ship characters who barely interact with each other because i've been shipping shino and kankuro in my head since i was fourteen and i refuse to stop
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waffliesinyoface · 11 months
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dumb concept that wont leave me alone: during the destruction of uzushiogakure, one of the survivors activates a last-ditch summoning seal, meant to summon a powerful warrior who would defend the city. and because uzumaki fuuinjutsu is based on spirals... the person summoned is post-canon Simon from TTGL.
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kakashi while glancing desperately towards team seven hiding behind a tree: hey gai i um noticed you’ve gotten really “swole” lately you look uhh “swag” as hell
gai while looking at his team hiding behind a rock: thank you kakashi! i’ve also noticed that you have great “emo vibes” and that you do a great job maintaining your “loner aesthetic”
kakashi:
gai:
gai: what does swole mean??
kakashi: what are emo vibes??
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