i love itachi so much

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everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:

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everyone lives AU:Akatsuki - The Last】extra concept sketches
✯ full Akatsuki designs here 

Most designs are inspired by past outfits or early character sketches by Kishi (for example, Obito and Konan, respectively). 

anonymous asked:

Qhat are your most FAVOURITE images of the Uchiha clan? Manga, anime or fanart. Because I am THIRSTY for the Uchihas~

Literally

ANYTHING

made 

by 

Lilly

She was an INCREDIBLE artist that left the fandom some time ago. Shame we lost her because she was just…phenomenonal. Loved every piece of work that she did. Every last one. 

anonymous asked:

Is it okay to ask why you like Shino so much?

ah mAN YOU ARE ONE FOR ONE HELLA RIDE


Mah boi Shino was so misunderstood in the beginning, and I related to him so hard when I was younger. In the Chuunin exams for him and his team, every action he did was so powerful, his words are powerful. “Never underestimate your enemy, no matter how small”. “Two aces are better than one” but then so is a royal flush

In Pre-Ship, he’s shown to be stoic, smart, and strong. He’s strategic, he knows what he’s doing, and he’ll keep his team safe at the same time. Also, cute.

In Shippuuden, he’s developed more of that edge, ‘edge’ meaning ‘wits’. In the beginning of Shippuuden, he’s forgotten. Naruto doesn’t know who he is, and, me being me, I instantly related. He’s still bitter about being left behind on retrieving Sasuke, yeah, but he still has that mentality of “If I were there, I could have tracked him”. He’s smarter, he’s got a keen sense of his surroundings, and he’s more in tune with his beetles. Now, hot.

During the war, Shino saved his team by using the signals he created years ago, telling Kiba to follow his lead in rock-paper-scissors. He had to kill his cousin who had been reanimated during the war. Without the collar? I wished he was real.

When Shino was still just a kid, like 7ish, he caught the eye of Danzo. Danzo asked his father if Shino could join Root. If it hadn’t been for Torune, Shino would have ended up even more closed off, having to kill his fellow comrades-in-arms to advance. It shows that he was still very strong as a child, able to keep that cool demeanour about him.

I guess, I just really like the underdog, another reason why I could pay Tenten to punch me. Shino’s character just reached out to me, telling me that the little things you do is the better option sometimes. You don’t need to be the loudest, or the most liked, or the best dressed, or whatever. 

Shino’s character isn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but I love him to bits. I’ve been bullied my whole life, and while Shino really hasn’t, he still knows what it’s like to be alone in a crowded room. He’s comfortable with who he is, he’s smart, and he’s analytical.

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Endless list of favorite characters | 4/∞
↳ Kisame Hoshigaki

❝ I knew that from the first I had to kill my comrades…kill a Kirigakure ninja as a Kirigakure ninja. What does that make me? Am I a friend or foe? What is my purpose and my position? Where do I go? Where can I go? I’m well aware that my whole life has been one giant lie. ❞

tsukuyomi011  asked:

Hello erika! Loving your blog here. It is as the previous anon said- very inspiring. I love it! 😘😘 Anyway, might I request an Itachixreader just pure fluff? Where the reader forcefully yet kindly let's itachi know his true worth in her life and comforting and cuddling and just pure itachi loving?? I have a craving for the dude here... it's starting up again haha. Hoping you are well. Take care!

Hi there!! Thank you :) Ahhhhhh the time-old issue of Itachi feels. Got’cha! Hope this itches that particular scratch. I really went to town on this one, just letting my fingers do the work while I daydreamed of Itachi. Nothing in here was planned xD


The two of you were lying together in your bed, fingers interlocked in the space between your faces, one of your legs loosely in between his underneath the summer duvet. Itachi had gotten back from a mission several hours ago, his long raven locks still damp from the shower he’d taken to wash away the blood, sweat, tears and general grime. Though he hadn’t told you much about it, you knew that there was something weighing him down. Rather than press him into speaking of it, you had simply tugged him towards the bedroom and cuddled him. Perhaps your touch could wash away what mere words couldn’t.

You also knew that Itachi didn’t like to be left alone with his thoughts when he was already feeling out of sorts, so you’d told him all about your day, speaking quietly and calmly. Itachi had stayed silent, his onyx eyes fixed on your face intently, analysing you as he did everything else. When you told him of that particular thing that had stuck in your mind, he would squeeze your hand briefly before letting his grip slacken. When you told him of a good thing, he would learn over and chastely kiss your cheek, his face staying near yours for a second longer than strictly necessary. He needed you, you knew, and you’d do anything to bring your Itachi back to himself.

Soon enough though, your tales were over and the two of you lapsed into silence. You leaned over and rested your forehead against Itachi’s, breathing in his scent. He smelled of light spice, and his hands were warm and strong in your own. His toned legs put a heavy but reassuring weight over your own leg, and you could feel sleep tugging at your conscious, waves of sleepiness washing over you as Morpheus attempted to lure you into his arms.

Slow enough to bring goosebumps to the surface of your skin, Itachi slid his hand out of yours and trailed it teasingly slowly up your arm, your neck, and then rested it against your cheek. Your skin tingled under his gentle touch and you nuzzled closer to him. Automatically, Itachi moved his arm so that you could cuddle into his chest. Your legs tangled together even more than they were before until the two of you were practically molded together. Nothing was sexual about it, though. It was just two souls finding and answering the call of the other, and two bodies comforting the other.

Itachi inhaled deeply through his nose and on the exhale, his rich voice broke the silence, “What do you see in me, Y/N?”

You froze, feeling as though someone had just dumped a bucket of ice cold water down your back. Itachi caught the tension in your muscles and his previously warm gaze sharpened, reading your body language.

“Why would you ask me something like that?” At Itachi’s slightly disappointed look, you knew that this was not the moment to become indignant or insulted. Itachi needed this answer, you realised. Whatever had happened during the mission had shaken him, gotten under his skin, and he needed you to extract whatever metaphorical poison now lay within him. 

You inhaled slowly and then said, “I see a life with you, Itachi. A future.”

Now Itachi froze and you felt yourself relax - his wall had inevitable come down, crumbling and falling around him and leaving him completely and utterly exposed to the elements of reality. You were his precious Y/N and with the tools and keys he had given you, it was your honour to help him rebuild himself back up.

Something within the way Itachi’s eyes went glassy with unshed tears told you that it was time to ask That Question. “What happened out there, my love?” You kept your voice quiet, calm, your free hand letting go of his in favour of winding your fingers in his gorgeous hair, stroking the still-damp strands in an effort to soothe him while he bore his soul to you.

Looking at a spot just behind you, Itachi fell silent for just a moment and then he opened his mouth and everything poured out. “I could not save one of my comrades. We were ambushed and while we were prepared, we were not prepared for the sheer number of them. There was nothing we could do for her - she had been hit by too many kunai before we could reach her, each of us outnumbered. I tried, but I -” Itachi bowed his head and you saw his shoulders shake from the force of the sobs he tried so hard to keep quiet.

Even now, after everything, he felt that he had to hide from you.

Few people in his life had ever seen Itachi being more than just an expendable weapon. He was one of the best shinobi in Konoha, but he was nothing more than a way for the village to get money, for the ANBU to have a team member to fight alongside them. Before the Massacre - something you had almost been sick after hearing about what he had had to go through - his parents had cherished him, loved him. And after that… He was a rogue. He had no one. But by some miracle, by some stroke of luck in the universe… His heart was in your hands, and yours was in his.

You gathered him in your arms, pulling him even tighter against you. He decided it wasn’t enough though, he needed more, and so he lowered himself down onto you, his ear at your heartbeat. The weight of him was reassuring, but you weren’t the one who needed the comfort. It was Itachi who needed the comfort, now more than ever. He felt inadequate, you could see. He felt like he couldn’t protect you, like he wasn’t good enough for you, all because he took responsibility for his comrades’ death. Death was written in the job description for all shinobi, this you knew, and yet this one had affected Itachi. He had seen something of you in his comrade and it had affected him badly. 

Feeling helpless but knowing you had to say something, to remove some of the all-consuming guilt, you stroked his hair and his back in firm, even movements as you murmured, “It wasn’t your fault, Itachi. You couldn’t have known about the ambush and you couldn’t have guessed the numbers. It was not. Your. Fault.” 

He only cried harder and you felt your heart breaking. He needed you, your voice, your touch, and so you continued, letting your innermost thoughts of Itachi, usually kept locked in your heart and on the tip of your tongue, pour out. You had to make him see, somehow, that he was always more than enough for you but more importantly, for himself. So rarely did Itachi let himself go like this and it only made sense that he was grieving for more than his fallen friend in this moment.

“I see in you a future with my best friend. From the very first day we met, you’ve known me better than I know myself. You’re so intellectual and so perceptive that you see in people what they don’t see in themselves. You’re my best friend, my guiding light, my moral compass. You motivate me, you inspire me, you make me laugh, cry… You’re always there. We’ve argued before but you’ve never gotten angry with me, choosing instead to respect my perspective of things and then voicing your own calmly. You’re selfless, compassionate, hard-working, strong… Devilishly attractive -” Despite his mood, you felt him smile against your skin, “And you’re with me. You’re not mine, you’re your own person, but you stay with me and I stay with you. What happened today wasn’t your fault. Shinobi work to defend, to protect, and you tried to save her. You tried, which is better than simply not bothering. I love you, Itachi. I love you and it hurts me to see you hurting.”

There was a heavy silence and you held your breath, watching, waiting. Had you said something wrong? 

Itachi pushed himself up so that some of the weight was eased off of you, using his elbows to keep himself balanced, his tear-streaked face hovering over yours. You exhaled gently and pulled your arms free and wiped his tears away, pressing a kiss to each cheek. Itachi captured one of your wrists in his - he was now precariously balanced on one elbow - and pressed a tender kiss to the pulse point on the underside.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.”

“Of course, Itachi. Anything for you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” His deep eyes met yours and your breath caught in your throat. His eyes were sparkling from the remnants of tears and they were slightly bloodshot but he was stunning. Itachi leaned down and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, and slowly he eased his weight back onto you, looping his arms around your neck and he rolled so that now you were on top of him, your face buried in his neck and locked in the safe cage of his arms.

The time for words was gone. Now, there was only time for silence and cuddles. Itachi wasn’t okay but whatever barrier had previously lain between you was gone now, leaving two bared souls to navigate through life with each other, safe in the knowledge that their love was real and true.


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