Wow so you really don’t know what trauma does to a person if you remark about how Sasuke “use to be.” And how he “no longer is.” When they talk about how sweet and silly he “was” I almost choke on my own Dr. Pepper and shout incoherently.
He’s the same little boy Itatchi and Shisui use to fawn over, the same little boy hungry for his dad’s approval and affection, the same one that Mikoto loved so much.
That character has been fused with a boy who also witnessed the massacre of his clan, deluded into thinking it was his brothers doing, his previous and revered brother. A child kept at arms length by a nervous and paranoid, unkind and destructive village. Yes, Konoha is actually truly an evil character in this. They let this boy with PTSD live alone in the remnants of his broken home. They allowed his brother to take on every difficult pursuit and sacrifice it all. In the name of peace, they created this little boy torn between the life and brother he knew and the pain and rage of what has come to pass.
We see sparks of this “old Sasuke” all the time, when he plays and bickers with Naruto - all the way up to him chuckling and calling him an idiot in their final battle.
Sasuke is always that same little boy. That same little boy but with the power now to choose what to do about what this life has dealt him. Sasuke is still the perpetual brat, still the silly boy who wants notice and time of his loved ones, this is like ..all explained by Tobirama too….
The Uchiha curse of baring too much love will drive them mad when it’s been lost. Sasuke lost everything. Literally everything. His entire clan. His beloved parents and then the elder brother, he so worshipped and admired.
Not okay and not cool to say Sasuke “is not Sasuke anymore.” Literally will chidori you because even when he is laughing like a maniac after killing Danzo and stabbing Karin, it’s all from that suffering brought on by being who he is in the FIRST place. If he had not been Sasuke, he wouldn’t be doing what he did.
“It’s because I held those bonds that I’m suffering so much.” Sasuke says this even pre Shippuden and vocalized it to Naruto. At the time Naruto could not really relate except that something precious to him was suddenly being yanked away and that precious person was Sasuke.
Sasuke had grown fond of Naruto, just like the Sasuke “he was” would have because of the Sasuke he is. And will always be.
That’s why in the end, he laughs with him. Because Naruto always saw the same eyes reflecting back at him. They had grown but the same sadness and loneliness rested behind them. The same laughter and love did too. Only under the gauze of a pain instilled by loss and abuse.
Yes people change and grow but don’t play me like “Sasuke just isn’t the little sweet boy he was.” Like yes. He. Is. He’s still full of kindness and silliness, he’s still competitive and bratty. Consistently he’s been all these things. He didn’t lose himself to no one, he didn’t become evil. He didn’t forsake himself. Stop. Omg.
He went through hell. And still came out the other side to meet Naruto where he was. He didn’t have to do anything. He could have easily stayed mad, consumed by revenge that was most certainly an understandable approach, considering all things.
“You never gave up on me no matter how hard I tried to push you away.”
Tried to push Naruto’s and team 7’s genuine care away because it was a weakness that reminded him of his family.
So yes, this entire time, Sasuke has been Sasuke.
Lol ^ make a fic called this pls.
P.s “the soul of a shinobi remains the same.” Boom. Drops mic.
Do you have any Evak + Evens parents headcanons? <3
Ahhh this is brilliant thank you for this <3
omg so lets just say Even’s mum is a hugger. a big big hugger. So when Isak first met her the poor awkward angel was just consumed by big long arms and pressed against this woman’s warm chest, while Even just stood there smiling super hard and trying not to laugh. He is so happy to see Isak in his mums welcoming arms. It’s adorable. And now every time he arrives at the house and Even’s mother sees him she just pulls Isak towards her and is all “Isak, darling how are you? look at you. Do you even eat? Even feed this poor boy.” And Even is just like “Yes mum” while smiling so hard ahhh this is the kind of family love he is obsessed with. This is everything. And it has gotten to the point where Isak enters the place and hugs Mrs Bech Næsheim before she can make the move. and it is the most pure and beautiful thing on this earth. ahhhh. So yeah Even’s mum cannot get enough of our smol soft bean.
Even’s dad is a little different. But not in a bad way. He is just super quiet and awkward every time Isak comes over for family dinner haha. But it’s not because he doesn’t like Isak (even though Isak thought for a looong time that he does) It’s just because he himself harbours all of his feelings inside and he just doesn’t know how to act without doing something ‘wrong.’ I think he has had a tough time understanding Even’s illness and that it wasn’t his fault that his son suffers the way he does. So because of this he is quite reserved and emotionally distant; out of his fear that he will hurt his son by unintentionally doing or saying something wrong. :( But something incredible happens. after a few weekly family dinners Isak and Even’s dad actually form an unspoken bond. Somehow they just end up seeming to get each other without actually discussing it. There is just something about them both that clicks and it becomes apparent to both Even and his mum, that Even’s dad has this beautiful secret fondness for Isak and it is beautiful. Also I feel like eventually Even’s dad loosens up a little bit and becomes less distant to Even and he can’t help but feel like Isak’s presence has had an affect on his change of behaviour and he ends up loving his boy even a little bit more (if that was even possible)
But yeah the parents generally adore Isak and he fits into the family well. They see everything we see. all the longing looks, the love, the way they light each other up just by being in the same room. It is electrifying to watch. and they are so thankful that Even has found someone that brings him as much joy, love, and laughter as Isak does. it is so beautiful. Isak is truly a part of the Bech Næsheim family. he got himself a place the moment he stole Even’s heart.
Summary: Jungkook just wanted to have one night where he didn’t think about you, but unfortunately for him that can never happen.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of alcohol and vomiting
A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG!! I feel so bad but ive spent a long ass time on this so I hope you like this oneshot!!! Its inspired by the song say you wont let go by James Arthur I literally love that song so much. enjoy!
Jungkook was hellbent on not going to the club that night. He really was. After an extremely long, and tiring concert all he wanted to do was crash in the dorms, and play Mario Kart with the rest of his band mates while consuming a copious amount of junk food. Unfortunately for him, his hyungs were all riding their post concert high and wanted to finish the night with shots and girls.
Headcannon: Y/n keeps tickling Peter to distract him from his work, he gets revenge😈
hahaha omg im so late to answering these but yeeee
- Peter would be working on homework that you had luckily already finished. Being the brainiac he is, it wasn’t exactly hard, just a large amount to do.
- So, you tried to be patient, tried meaning waited ten minutes. All you wanted to do is cuddle the boy to death, but the damn homework was consuming that time.
- While you and Peter had only been dating a month or so, the two of you were best friends for years, and lucky you, that mean you knew the spot. That little area on his neck right below his ear would send him into fit of adorable giggles with just a sweep of your fingers.
- After waiting so long for him, it was just so tempting you couldn’t handle it a second more, your fingers finally reaching Peter’s neck.
- The brunette lets out the softest laughs you’ve ever heard as you straddle him, tickling him with no mercy at his hand.
- “Oh shit, (Y/n), Please,” Peter laughs as he begs, “stop, I gotta finish thiss.”
- You let him return to his work, but you can’t help but get a few tickles in here and there.
- “(Y/N), I have one more problem to do for McGregory’s class, alright. Then I’m all your’s, love. For my sanity, please no more tickling.”
- “Alright Petey, I’ll stop”
- That was a lie. You did it at least five more times.
- Finally, he was done and you were over the moon that your lovely boyfriend was now able to cuddle you like you’ve wanted for the past two hours.
- After ten minutes of cuddles, you feel his hands trail down to your sides, and right in that moment, Peter begins to tickle you in revenge.
- “Sweet, sweet revenge my dear, (Y/N)”
- he has you pinned to the bed, and you are nearly crying because of the laughter he causing you.
- ‘I-I’m s-sorry.”
- Aunt may walking in the midst of the tickle war, and the two of you realize how it looked as Peter had you pinned down.
OMG did you see the new movie that came out??
I watched all of the oscar nominees. Have you seen them?
BUT YOU'RE IN FILM!
Yes, and that requires me to spend my hours watching classic films, indie films, foreign films, old films, and, oh yeah, my focus is TV so my free time this week was spent binging all the seasons of The Wire. Not just watching it but ANALYZING IT. FILM IS A TIME CONSUMING MAJOR.
I'm sorry if this is really random but I was listening to Ed Sheeran's cover of Nina Simone's "Be My Husband" and now I can't stop thinking about Sam listening to this song and thinking about Dean and wanting to be his wife 💕 Hope you have a wonderful day! (Also I love your blog and you're really fucking gorgeous oml)
Be my husband man I be your wife Be my husband man I be your wife Be my husband man I be your wife Loving all of you the rest of your life yeah
If you promise me you’ll be my man If you promise me you’ll be my man If you promise me you’ll be my man I will love you the best I can yeah
ohhh, god. i just imagined sam at stanford, sitting around with friends and drinking, and the song comes on. and maybe everybody’s nice and warm-drunk, and a couple of his friends get up and dance, slow and sweet. and sam is smiling and his eyes are barely open, and he starts really listening to the song that’s playing. to oh daddy love me good, and it starts to hurt.
and he shifts on the couch and he closes his eyes up tight and he wants to curl up in a ball and just let the ache take over because dean is running through him like water, like blood, like every single memory of their shared lives, like every single step of land between them right at this second. he hates himself because he knows that’s what he wants with dean, this love song. this pain-song. he wants all of it, even the hurt, because it’s with dean.
fast-forward to years and years later, to a rat-trap motel room with a leaky roof while night falls outside and the roads flood with unending rain, to sam and dean with a couple of joints smoked between them and a bottle of whiskey in their bloodstreams, and the ed sheeran cover comes on some playlist on sam’s computer, and they’re dancing already, have been for hours.
sam laughs against dean’s cheek, embarrassed, but dean doesn’t tease him, doesn’t say a word, just holds him tighter, one hand at the nape of his neck, the other at the sweaty small of sam’s back, his lips in a kiss on sam’s temple. it feels exactly like understanding, like acceptance.
and sam breathes the words into dean’s ear, too shy to sing, but he speaks them like a vow, his eyes closed again as the song plays in a dark room, but this time, he’s with his husband.
“sweet little wife,” dean murmurs against his skin, fingers pushing down the back of sam’s pants, and there’s no sweeter feeling than being sam winchester, consumed by dean’s love.
so I did an attempt at cell shading. I like how it turned out but it’s also so time consuming omg ;; I just randomly choose Cinderpelt, I haven’t drawn her yet and someday has to be a first time amiright
(UkUs) Alfred is lost in a strange, seemingly alive, forest. After a vine traps him, a mysterious blonde haired, emerald eyed, man comes out of the shadows, almost as if he's the one that's trapped him. (Witch!Arthur x Human!Alfred) (I would love if you took this into consideration, and possibly write it! (and I was wondering if we could try a collab together sometime...?)
this prompt was amazing and i had a great time writing it! i hope you like it! and, omg, YES! we could totally try a collab!! <3
Into the darkness
the sun set behind him and the forest grew orange around him,
Alfred’s anxiety grew wider. He had gone in too deep into the
forest, and now he couldn’t find his way back. His pursuers had
gave up a long time ago, cursing him to get lost and die and be
consumed by the dark forces that lived within the forest.
luckily for them that seemed like something bound to happen. Alfred
was completely lost. As the sun sank in the horizon so did his heart
in his chest. Once it became completely dark, it’d be over. He had
no light and no means of creating one.
wasn’t going to give up just yet, though. He still had a bit of
time before darkness consumed him, most certainly in a literal way,
and he’d use everything he had to avoid it.
he ran. He ran towards the sunlight, stepping in twigs and avoiding
bushes and jumping over fallen logs. He ran and tried to ignore the
forest creatures in the shadows, the eyes and sounds and fear.
it didn’t matter how much he ran or tried, night was falling faster
now, and the wind was making the leaves and twigs and branches move
stopped when a branch moved right in front of him in a way that
clearly was not work of the wind. He felt cold as tears formed in the
corner of his eyes. That was wrong. That was so, so wrong.
resumed running, grabbing whatever hope he still had as he watched
the sun disappear.
didn’t feel like he deserved any of this. He was a good person. He
worked hard. He’d feel angry if he had espace within him for that,
but he was too scared, too tired, too hungry, too sick.
stopped to breathe and screamed when he felt something grabbing his
feet. He moved, supporting his weight in a trunk while he jumped and
shaked his foot, one at a time, but something grabbed his hand then,
curling up his arm and he had no time to take it off himself before
another something grabbed his feet again.
soon it was all over him, paralyzing him in place. And only then he
noticed what it was. Vines. They were coming from the trees and from
the ground and they were stronger than vines were supposed to be.
Alfred tried to fight them, but the more he moved the more they
squeezed him, so he stopped.
then there were footsteps.
listened, breathing heavily, his heart racing in his chest. He envied
his heart for that, because he
to be the one running. Running away from there, running to safety, to
footsteps stopped and the darkness gave place to a cloaked figure,
the moonlight lighting its pale face. Alfred froze and he wanted to
be afraid, but he was too charmed by the figure’s eyes: they shined
in the dark in a way that Alfred was pretty sure human eyes weren’t
supposed to, and they were of the most beautiful, precious green
Alfred had ever seen in his life.
figure removed its hood to better inspect its prey, and even in the
dark of the night Alfred decided it was the most beautiful man he’d
ever seen. He had delicate features that somehow still looked
dangerous, and his blond locks were loosely braided.
should know best to stay away from my forest.” the figure said, and
finally Alfred managed to feel some of the fear he was missing.
nodded, feeling his air escape in large amounts. It was cold. He was
cold. He coughed.
I didn’t mean to be here. It was an accident. Please let me go.”
he asked, looking the figure in the eye.
have you done?” the figure asked, curiously eyeing Alfred, “I saw
them chasing you into the forest.”
haven’t done anything!” Alfred yelled, angry, hurt.
you certainly did. They even stepped in the forest after you, before
going back. You must have done something terrible. Did you steal? Did
you kill?” the figure asked, a faint smile in his thin, pale lips.
Alfred yelled again, the vines curling strongly on him when he moved,
“I did nothing wrong! I just–my brother was sick, okay, and I hid
it! And then he died and they found out and they think I have it,
too, so they!” Alfred was saying and coughed again, for longer this
time, having the figure watch him with interest.
do have it.” he pointed out.
you going to lynch me too? Go ahead! I’d do it again! He was my
brother, what the hell!” he cried, tears in his eyes again.
was so cold. He was so scared.
didn’t even notice the way the other man’s eyes widened for a
while before falling to the ground.
the villagers you are dead and dead you will be if you stay in the
forest on your own. My pets will eat you and I’ll let them.” he
said, quieter. He moved his hand in the air and the vines started to
move away from a puzzled Alfred, “And even if you somehow manage to
avoid the creates, your illness will get worse and you will die.
Either way, you are a dead man.”
you, I didn’t know that.”
Alfred said, angry and suspicious.
the man said, “you may come with me, to my cabin. I can give you
medicine and shelter.”
why should I do that?”
no matter what, you are not leaving this forest. You may die in it or
you may live in it. It is your choice.”
hesitated. He was so cold. He felt sick, tired and scared. What
he have? He didn’t want to die. He nodded. The figure grinned.
This is what happens when Naraku’s sword completely consumes him. Riding him of his humanity, his will, his very soul. The Sword all this time had a conscious, and had plotted this event. The Sword had also desired to be Aku, and now it has achieved his feral state. Once Katsuo would merge with it, Aku, will be reborn. More powerful than before.
2) THE MOST TIME CONSUMING PART: masking out the background. After Effects has a roto tool you can use that auto generates a mask. SAVES A TON OF TIME, but you still gotta go through each frame to make sure it caught everything (hair is a pain lemme tell you..) You can see me using the roto brush to fix up the mask (right side) in two of the frames, which translates to the actual gif (left side). You can also use Photoshop to mask manually through each frame with the lasso tools but… that’s gonna take way too long especially if the scene has a lot of movement LOL
Result with the background gone (some minor errors later effects will fix):
3) Add your effects, adjustments, and text
And now you have a precious Yūri looking for some praise:
Hey I'm curious what are some of your Kankuro headcannons? Like what does he do when he's not doing shinobi stuff or what kinds of jokes make him wheeze, or what gets to him and makes him cry? Pls and thank you! 🙏😘
i have finally replied omg it took me so long i’m so sorry
i’m also sorry i’m so bad at headcanons i hope you are not disappointed
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Years, i offer you this garbage
-being a shinobi is pretty time-consuming, so Kankuro probably doesn’t have much time to himself. in the rare instances he does, he probably spends it looking for more parts for his puppets, kabuki paint, etc. (and i think @sunagakures and i discussed this months and months ago but…are there random puppet stores in Suna? cause puppetry is a big thing there so there must be right? there needs to be. i need Kank dragging his siblings there and geeking out gIVE IT TO ME). and listen, idk if they even have these things in…wherever Naruto is supposed to be…. but hear me out fam: nerd Kankuro. i love @doodlingleluke‘s art about nerd Kankuro. (please go check it out omg) Kank is such a dweeb sometimes, you know it, don’t lie to yourself. rose you’re a dweeb too you hypocrite (he totally plays video games with Shikadai). on the rare occasion that one or both of his siblings are free when he is though, he’ll drop everything to spend time with them to bond and all that jazz~
-Kankuro is a memelord don’t you dare think otherwise. he is also the king of puns. someone can tell him a really thought-out joke and he’s just kind of “ha. that’s nice.” but you reference a meme??? or throw out a pun?????? he’s wheezing someone help him he can’t stop laughing are you ok dorky child however, he will only do this when he’s around people he’s comfortable with (like his siblings) because he has An Image™ to uphold
-Kankuro doesn’t cry easily and when he does cry he doesn’t outright sob or anything, he just…gets kinda teary eyed and quietly cries to himself. he gets a little sentimental sometimes when his siblings do something nice for him and he’s definitely upset if something happens to Gaara or Temari. no one will be able to convince me that he didn’t go off to be alone and cry when Gaara died. def cried when Temari gave birth (cause i mean his mom died during childbirth what if that happens to his sister he’s a worried little jellybean save him). overall he just doesn’t cry often, but his siblings get him in the feels sometimes.
-he lowkey needs reading glasses but pretends he doesn’t because he doesn’t like them. it annoys Tem because kANKURO YOU’RE JUST MAKING IT WORSE STOP STRAINING YOUR EYES YOU NEED THEM IF YOU WANNA KEEP BEING A SHINOBI “MAYBE I DON’T WANNA BE A SHINOBI FOREVER MAYBE I’LL LIVE OUT IN THE WILDERNESS WITH KARASU AND SEÑOR LUMPY MY PET CAMEL TEMARI DON’T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE” (omg stop this madness)
-he’s actually a pretty good cook. Temari wasn’t the best at it when they were younger so he just kinda took over. but as they got older Gaara and Temari wanted to help out so he taught them some stuff (they definitely took a cooking class together before Temari moved to Konoha)
OMG I love your page!! So beautiful! Do you have any tips for people that want to start/are just starting to rp/cosplay?
((OOC: Id say make sure you’re starting for the right reasons. There is absolutely no point in doing this if you aren’t doing it to enjoy yourself because it’s expensive and time consuming… and you’ll accidentally expose yourself to the builders outside your window… just me? Okay…
don’t start rp for notes, start because you love the character and that way you’ll never be dissatisfied
I’ve been trying to work out what fascinates me so much about the Silver/Flint relationship and why, despite Silver being the one who actually gives a jackshit about the men of their crew, I still always fall into caring more about Flint
and I think it’s because in a story about the power of stories Flint is the deconstruction of a villain and Silver is the construction of one
Third time animating ever!
I regret everything!
This this took sooooooooooooooooooooo looooooooooooooong
But honestly… I think it turned out pretty good….
✏️ OMG! 🐋 Don’t have any sequels!
(that whale emoji is supposed to be a shark btw, just. Use your imagination for me, please.)
DUDE I LOVE THE WAY THIS CAME OUT!! Your lineart is so sketchy and I love how it ups the anti on Dre’s creep factor, it’s so good!!! 👏 You make me want to explore animation more- it’s so time consuming, isn’t it?! WELL THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUBMITTING THIS!!! (I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to this!!! But I’ve held it close to my heart in my mail so dearly waiting to give you a proper reply 📝👌✨)