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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) (・∀・)

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Rose comes out as trans. She has done her research, mostly unsupervised on Mom Lalonde’s computer, before she had her own. She’s nervous, and afraid, and crying by the time she works up the courage to admit it, and she does everything she can to assure Mom that this is not part of their passive-aggressive war against one another.

For perhaps the first time Rose can ever remember, Mom stops, and gently leads her over to the couch, and just shares a tender moment with her daughter, comforting her until she stops crying, assuring her that everything is going to be okay and that she thinks no less of her and will always support her. 

Rose wakes up a few days later and, leaving her room, finds a large, hastily-wrapped box full of skirts and blouses and makeup and babydoll shirts, along with a rambling note about how proud Mom is of her. At the bottom of the box, Rose finds an assortment of headbands. For once in her life, she admits to herself that her mother does really care about her, and that maybe all of the things she does aren’t just ironic gestures, and were truly just her way of being a good mother to her child.

She’d never say so out loud, though.


I decided to redraw this old comic strip i made for this text post i made

I’m super happy with the improvement i’ve made

mccree just keeps falling deeper in love with hanzo 

(pst read the captions)

Under the Rabbit’s Moon 3

Sakura slept so long and so deep. Sometimes she slept for days. She was never beyond the point of being able to wake, but if someone didn’t disturb her she could sleep for almost a week at a time, just storing chakra in her seal. Others around her worried at first, but she always seemed stronger after a long rest. The longer the better, so they let her be.

“What do you dream about when you sleep that long?” Aoi the sentry asked her once.

“The beginning of the world, the end of it, and everything in between,” Sakura once answered before sleeping again.

No one asked her any more than that, but kept a reverent distance and respected her slumbering.

Another month after Tobirama and Sakura perked up at the sound beyond her hedge. She could feel a presence out there, and then there was another. She held her breath as she counted two different presences she almost recognized. As adults they had seemed so different, but the core of their essence remained the same.

“Nothing rouses you like the prospect of playing with children, does it?” another midwife asked her as she helped Sakura into a simple cotton yukata. “Why don’t you have you own?”

“Not as enjoyable and too much work. Besides, its more fun to steal others.”

Sakura pulled her hair up into a bun with her nails and pinned it into place with a wooden pick so simple she could have been a present for not the state of her skin and teeth. The bandages on her hands didn’t even slow her down anymore.

Madara and Hashirama were smart enough to work together in trying to dismantle her traps and genjutsu. They came closer than all the others, mostly because when one started to get trapped, the other would wake him and dispel that layer of illusion.

As a duo they were quite formidable. It was interesting to watch. What would have happened if they never broke their friendship? How much stronger could their empire be?

“There’s someone here with us.”

The tiny Madara was dour as he turned slowly and let his red eyes rove, searching for where she was hiding. She didn’t move when he zeroed in on her location and didn’t even bother to hide herself in the layers of the illusion anymore. She smiled wide when he found her and waved.

Madara cursed. “It’s a peasant.”

Hashirama pushed his friend aside and waved back. “Hello miss!”

Madara glared hard, likely not trusting her but not respecting her enough to consider her a threat. She was still a girl and the Uchiha were famous for their woman hating, traditionalism even in her time.

‘Uchiha never change, do they?’

Oh, this could be fun.

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Update: 3000 Followers

Hey everyone! All 3005 of you! Thank you all so much for helping this blog reach this milestone! It’s hard to believe that the follower count has TRIPLED in the past 3-4 months, but here we are and with only 95 Facts overall there’s still so far to go. I’d say the sky’s the limit. Might even go so far as to call it the final frontier???????? (I’m sorry)

It’s about time for an update and I’d like to begin by apologizing in advance. The school semester has begun and my schedule is incredibly busy, so while I’ll be online to answer questions and reply to all of you, there won’t be very much new content for the next while. However, at the rate things are going we may hit 5000 in another few months and if that happens? Well, we’ll see when we get there. And before then, who knows, Fact #100 may be something brand new ;) Or not, I don’t know, I don’t have any plans, but we’ll see.

Until then, have a stellar time at school, at work, at home, wherever you spend time and effort, and, of course, LLAP.

Originally posted by bouncingbones


{{VERY IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!! i put it in caps bc thts how important it is!!! this is pure, unedited 12 yr old mod roria sportarobbie fanfiction !! u can tell its really old bc the whole time robbie is like >:’( and it makes sportacus :c also! robbie gets hit in the face and sportacus cries which is unfitting bc the fic itself isnt that sad?? but it has a happy ending!! just thought id warn you all im literally posting something really poorly written and its also rlly long and like almost 5 yrs old ?? one of the first things i wrote for lazytown!! but anyway here it is }}

Curled up in his chair, Robbie woke up and his eyes fluttered in sync with his heart and with the butterflies in his stomach. A tiny gleam of hope rose up in his chest, and a small smile graced his soft lips. It was finally the day. The day he had been waiting for. The day he had not-so-subtly hinted about since last month. He tried his best to stamp out the fiery optimism that held his heart in its grip, but the cold, icy hand of doubt could not pry it off. 

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anonymous asked:

Megalo is cool, what was her inspiration?

not sure if this is a joke or im reading it wrong or you just don’t know what’s up but lets just take this time to go over the important details that most people seem to not know one more time

Megalomachia 1 and 2 are albums, and i use the titles of the albums to refer to the girls on the covers because they are cute and i love drawing them, but they are not my characters.

i repeat, they are not my characters.

i just wanna draw’em