Why do people have such a hard time naming their Naruto OCs? Like Kishi literally just picks something that “sounds good as a name.” He doesn’t even use real Japanese names. He just picks random nouns and names his characters after them.
“Kiba” means “fang”. Whoa good job.
“Kurenai” means “lipstick”. She wears lipstick. Congrats.
“Temari” is a Japanese hand-ball game.
“Ino” literally means “boar”. Why would you name your little girl that?
“Kisame” means “shark demon”. Wow, Kisame’s parents were horrible people.
“Sasori” means “scorpion”. That was clever of him.
“Orochimaru” literally means “snake child”. I wonder how much time he spent coming up with that one…
“Shikamaru” is “deer child”.
“Itachi” means “weasel”. What a great idea to name your son that.
“Madara” can mean “spots/speckles” My dad always makes fun of this one because it reminds him of “Madera”, which means “wood” in Spanish. I don’t know why he thinks that’s so funny. Another meaning for Madara is a certain kind of codfish.
Ok, these are literally just nouns that are used in everyday Japanese. It’s like if you named your kid “Hashi” or something. Hashi means “bridge” and “chopsticks”. Talk about confusing.
“Man, I love hashi.” “You talking about your son, or a bridge or what?”
Kishi deliberately uses common nouns, all you have to do is go on a Japanese dictionary and type in something that has to do with your OC, and you can find something.
For example, I picked “Hisame”, which sounds awesome. It means “hail; chilly rain”. Or how about “Oroshi”, meaning “Wind blowing down from mountains”? It takes like two seconds- you don’t have to waste time picking a legit name for your character. Actually, it’s more true to the show if you don’t. There are some characters with traditional Japanese names, such as Sasuke, but not many.
All of these don’t necessarily mean what I have written here, however, if you said the names out loud, they could be interpreted as these translations. Some other Naruto Name meanings for you guys:
Kurotsuchi: Black soil/black terracotta
Darui: Sluggish/dull/listless <- OMG
Naruto: The swirly cake in the ramen
Tsunade: Mooring rope
Uchiha: Japanese fan
Akatsuki: ”Dawn” if written as 暁, or ironically can mean “red moon” if written as 赤月
Suigetsu: Water and moon
Tenten: Moving from place to place/ here and there/ rolling about
Shino: Japanese bamboo
Hinata: Sunny place, in the sun
Konahamaru: Foliage/ leaves of trees + child
Sakura: Japanese cherry blossom
Neji: Screw/ key/spring of a clock or watch
Yamato: Japanese province
Yamanaka: In the mountains
Hidan: Bandit gang, being shot/bombed (I know for a fact that his name uses different kanji, but the pronunciation is the same and that’s what counts)
Hoshigaki: Dried persimmons
Anko: Red bean paste
P.S. “maru” at the end of a name simply means “child”
"Call me now, it's urgent." And "Actually... I just miss you." With Midoriya pretty please with ice cream on top?
Thank you for requesting, lovely anon! I’m sorry it took so long, and I would also like to apologize for what you guys are about to read (whoops small tangent about to occur) I am posting this before proof reading and editing it (so it’s basically my rough draft) because I just felt so awful for not posting anything at all yesterday, and felt like I needed to put something out for you guys. Things have just been an absolute mess and I have just been devastated. Remember that all nighter I pulled to write up requests (All the matchups and five word prompts)? All of them got deleted. Every. Single. One. So I have to redo all those, and just ughh. I know it’s a really shitty excuse, but it just made me feel so awful- and just ugh. I honestly can’t explain what I was feeling, but it was something along the lines of frustration with myself for not having backups of my work. Anywho, I hope you guys can enjoy this hastily put together junk. It’s late, so hopefully I can correct stuff tomorrow morning when I have more of a level head.
A soft, unwarranted sigh escaped your slightly parted lips as you exited the bus that had stopped a block away from your house, the grip on your black duffle bag became tighter as you began to walk along the pavement . You were glad to be back, of course. After spending three weeks in America and sticking to a strict training regimen provided by an oh-so merciful aunt, any one would be tired. However, you couldn’t complain too much, seeing as the training was originally supposed to be a month long. Of course you were happy to be back, seeing as you hadn’t really had the chance to talk to any of your friends. You felt kind of bad for not replying to anyones’ texts or calls, but it couldn’t be helped. After all, becoming the top hero was your dream, so you absolutely refused to even spare a moment to glance at your phone, since it would take time away from either training, eating, or sleeping. Not that you got much of the last two anyways.
Having been lost in your thoughts for such a long time, you almost walked right past your house. In fact, you would have had it not been for your mother her happily shouted your name as you came into view.
“Oh, (y/n)! I’ve missed you so much! Did you tell your aunt I said hello? More importantly, why didn’t you answer any of my calls! I was worried sick young lady!” Your mother tsk’d, but couldn’t be too mad. She knew you would be busy, and she knew just how strict her sister could be.
“Yeah, I know mom. I’m sorry. I was busy the whole time! Thankfully, she said I had improved enough to be sent home early. Though, she does want me to return every few months…” Another sigh escaped your lips as your thoughts wondered to your very intense aunt, and how much more brutal would be once you came to visit her again.
Your mom began to walk inside the house, motioning for you to follow behind her. As the two pairs of feet padded in to the small, but comfortable house you couldn’t help the wave of happiness that overcame you due to the familiarity and comfort of being back in your own house.
“Hey, mom,” you began, as you toed off your shoes and neatly placed them on the mat by the door, “I’m just going to drop my stuff off in my room then take a short walk, if that’s okay? I kinda just want to revisit everything before I call it a night. I’ve missed this place.” You glanced up at your mother, who had a thoughtful look spread across her features.
“Yea, dear, that’s fine! Just make sure you’re home before sun down,” she stated as she swiftly turned around and walked into the kitchen, more than likely to clean up after dinner.
You nodded your head before making your way upstairs, passing both your parents’ and sibling’s room before reaching your own. You lazily tossed your bag onto the bed. Walking over to the abandoned bag, you quickly unzipped it and brought out your phone which had gone unused for such a long time. You quickly stuffed it into your pocket before dashing back down the stairs and out the door, shutting it loudly as your exited your house.
Your feet padded along the warm pavement, a small ‘thud’ following after each calculated step. (s/c) fingers fiddling with the phone in your pocket before finally fishing it out. You stopped walking for a moment as you thought about what to do. No one knew of your early return, except for your family of course. You could send a mass text to inform your friends and boyfriend, but you’d much rather surprise them by being in class the next day. However, since you were feeling a bit on the playful side, you decided to toy with your green haired angel. As you pressed his contact, you were weighed down by a bit of guilt. Seeing all the missed calls and messages you received from him was a bit heart wrenching, but you still decided to go along with your plan. You could only hope the poor boy wouldn’t have a heart attack when he read the first message he has gotten from you in weeks.
‘Call me now, it’s urgent!’
Your tongue poked out between your lips as you typed that simple, yet alarming sentence out on the keyboard before sending it. After doing so you began to walk yet again, though not even a minute later was your phone buzzing with life.
Your (e/c) eyes shifted to the phone in your hand. The image displayed was one of a smiling Deku, which you had taken right before the both of you started dating. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you pressed the green button, bringing the phone up to your ear.
“(y/n)?! Hello?? Is everything alright? Are you okay?” Izuku began to shoot off one question after the other in his state of panic. He probably would have continued if you hadn’t cut him off.
“Izuku,” you began, an airy laugh fell from your lips, “I’m fine I’m fine. I just got some time off of training, and I wanted to call you! I felt kind of bad since I never got to respond to any of your calls or texts…” The sad tone your voice took on near the end of your sentence was more obvious then you had thought, and Izuku was immediately able to pick up on it.
“Oh! Don’t worry about it (y/n)! I understand how busy you must have been, especially considering how badly you want to be a pro hero.” It hadn’t been that long since you’ve heard Izuku’ voice, but it still sounded so different to you. Deeper, but not by much.
“Anyways! How have you been Izuku? Have I missed much?” You began to pick up your pace, hoping to get to your destination and back before it got dark. You breathing began to get shallow as your speed walk shifted into a jog, and then a run. You were careful not to drop your phone though, which was still pressed to your ear.
“(y/n)? You sound winded? Are you training again? You can hang up now, you know. I wont mind. I’m just glad you were able to call me at all,” Izuku murmured, a bit disheartened that he couldn’t talk with you longer.
“Ah? Okay, but before I hang up I do have something to confess,” your pace slowed back down to a walk as you approached the front porch of a small, quaint house which you had come to know so well. “I kind lied as to why I called you. I actually just missed you.” You brought your balled up fist to knock on the door, waiting for someone to answer, a soon enough a short, chubby green haired lady did.
“Hello, Mrs. Midoriya! Is Izuku home?” You placed your hand over your phones mic, and kept your voice in a whisper-like tone.
seeming to catch on, Inko nodded her head and pointed up. She mouthed ‘his room’ and offered a small smile and she ushered you inside the house and up the stairs.
“(y/n), that’s sweet and all, but I don’t want to distract you from your training! I’d feel so guilty if your aunt reprimanded you for being on your phone while working…” Izuku sighed, his words becoming solemn, realizing this conversation would come to a quick end.
“Yeah, you’re right Izuku…I just felt bad for not being an active part of your life for such a long time…but I promise to make it up to you soon enough.” With that being said you quickly hung up your phone and shoved it into your pocket. You made your way across the top floor to Izuku’s room. A small, smile found it way on your face as you placed your ear next to the green haired boy’s room. After not hearing much, you pulled away and knocked on the door.
“Come in, mom!” he called out.
With a small chuckle you opened up the door and walked up to his desk. His back was turned to you as he diligently worked on some school work.
“I never pegged you as the type to have a mommy kink,” You murmured, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“Eh??! (y/n)? I thought you were still training in America!” Izuku whipped his head to the side, straining his neck to see you.
“Well, I got let off early. I missed you a lot…and felt guilty for not talking to you for so long, so I decided to come over. Should I not have?” You murmured as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“No…it’s fine. I’m happy you came to see me. I’ve been missing you a lot as well,” he murmured, turning around so he could embrace you fully.
So, I thought you guys should know, that a few of us from a Discord I’m a part of engaged in email correspondence with Jen Cohn, and through that correspondence, we found out that she ‘likes the idea’ of Pharmercy.
Add this in conjecture to the fact that Lucie Pohl has been giving us hints on the low (via her likes on Twitter) and has told Mike Foble that she’s ‘on-board’ for Pharmercy, and you have both VAs quite possibly being on-board for the ship.
(Not to mention the fact that Irene Koh is also open to the prospect of drawing them ‘officially’ for Blizzard as well, and has posted a lot of Pharmercy art to her Patreon.)
The point is, there’s a lot of support and momentum going for this ship, especially with the current resurgence of Pharmercy in the meta as well.
One wonders if Blizzard will ever build on the momentum of it. Because after all, any smart company would try to capitalize on something so popular, instead of blatantly just ignoring it in favor of something else.
How would US & SF Papyrus's react to an S/O who has ADD and dyslexia, but loves to read and write stories for them?
He likes listening to you reading him things. Anything is fine to him, but your stories are the best. He likes it when you read for him while he’s working on something, or doing a simpler task. Multitasking is something he’s very good at, and let’s just say that taxes are a hell of a lot easier to get through with your reading in the background. He’s actually always had problems with reading words and also spelling them, but he never thought much about it. Until he met you and you told him about your dyslexia. Basically, he’s got a small case of it himself. And he’s happy to know that it wasn’t from all his smoking, the not cigarette smoking. At least now he knows that glasses wont help him. And you’re both on the same page. Makes listening to you read even better.
He loves listening to you. Cuddle sessions where his head is on your stomach and you’re reading him the newest thing you’ve written are his favorite thing. It’s amazing and you’re so talented. He’s very patient if you’re having trouble reading certain words. He’ll help you if you want him to, but most of the time he prefers to just wait until you’ve got it.
There’s just something so relaxing and intimate with the whole ordeal. You’re showing him something you’ve written. Sometimes things you’ve written to him. He can’t believe that you’d do that for someone like him.