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yu-huuuu · 1 day

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No, because when someone asks me, "what would a relationship with Itachi canon be like, you know, the rogue ninja who killed everyone to stop a civil war and abandoned his brother for his own good?", I imagine a relationship similar to that of Greg and Rose Quartz.

Imagine being a civilian who enjoys playing the guitar, and one day, singing in the forest, you encounter this mysterious man.

He congratulates you, arguing that he was drawn to you by your melodious voice and the gentle sound of the guitar.

He tells you his name after you tell him yours, although you vaguely asks why he didn't tell you his last name. But, Itachi is a nice name even if there's no suffix to pair it with.

The most random and imaginative topics arise in each encounter you both have. You two always meet in the same place, always at the same time. It quickly becomes a routine for you.

Without signs indicating that Itachi comes from any village or indicating that he is a ninja, you are left wondering where this sweet man could have come from. (although maybe if you looked behind the tree that is two meters away from you, you would see the articles he used daily)

Maybe he's the son of a vendor passing through your town, or maybe he's a tourist who likes to visit towns that aren't visible at first glance on the map.

Whatever he may be, it doesn't matter, not as long as your heart beats strongly when his hand brushes yours or when his fingers gently touch your cheek as he tries to tuck your wild locks behind your ear.

Itachi knows it's wrong. He knows these encounters are wrong. But he can't help but want to be by your side, listening to you ramble about random and simple yet fascinating things that as a ninja he never would have thought or imagined.

You make him feel like someone normal, like an ordinary man. You make him feel alive, something he hadn't felt since the massacre, perhaps even long before joining the Anbu.

It's as if he doesn't have blood covering his hands. As if he doesn't bear all the hatred of the world on his tired shoulders, preventing him from breathing.

All his problems disappear from his mind when you allow him to rest his head to take a nap, while you arguing that his dark circles look too big. Nightmares and insomnia leave him when you run your delicate hands, with no calluses in sight, through his hair. The protest dies on the tip of his tongue when you scratch that specific part that quickly turns him into putty in your hands.

One morning, Itachi Uchiha vaguely realizes that the dark circles and stress marks have become smaller and blames you for the gentle fluttering his heart does at the thought of you taking care of him. Kisame looks at him puzzled when he comes out of the bathroom. At first glance, he had a neutral face, but his eyes told a different story; they looked more alive.

Kisame wondered what or who made him that way. Itachi simply ignores him as usual, trying to keep the corners of his lips from rising because his happiness hasn't waned yet and he doesn't want Kisame to see him like that.

It's a night when Itachi finally realizes that he has fallen deeply in love with you. His heart stops for a moment when he realizes that it hurts to think about leaving you when he dies at the hands of his brother.

And he simply doesn't want to.

He doesn't want to leave your side. He's being selfish, he knows it well, but for once he wants to be. He himself destroyed all his dreams and hopes, all for Konoha and his younger brother.

By sacrificing his world, he can never become Hokage or live in Konoha again.

Maybe if he cut his hair and ran away with you to live in another secluded place away from the ninja world—

He stopped.

What was he thinking? He was dangerous. Everything about him was dangerous.

He had hurt so many people, had ended the lives of so many. You deserved someone better, someone who didn't have hands stained with blood or a destroyed man.

And he simply decides to push you away.

He told himself that this would be the last time. He didn't hesitate when he told you that he didn't want to see you again and that you should stay away from him.

Maybe if he were strong enough and you didn't have him in the palm of your hand, he would have been stronger, and he would have left without explanations.

But that wasn't the case.

"Itachi, you have to tell me what's going on."

Itachi sighed, almost as if trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say. "I— you have dreams, I don't want you to sacrifice everything for me," he told you the truth, unable to hide it under a lie.

"It's a pity."

"Uh?"

"You are all I want."

“So…”

“Hmm?”

“What was the answer?”

“… Love”

“Woahhh-! I know it!”

“So do i”

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*the end*

love like you starts playing in the background

Also— maybe I’m gonna write a series of this now that i have ao3 🤭

@vulpisnocturna ,, @andohmyloveiliedtoyou ,, @moumouton4 ,, @izumi-uchiha-anon ,, @itachianon ,, @svfttachi ,, @kidsinsaturn ,, @ayyyez ,, :> hehe

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princess-lointaine · 1 year

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I'm kind of obsessed with the selkie pillow purses.

#my images #selkie #if i could

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scarperseus · 1 month

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Sometimes I wish I could sit with Hyde and chill. Just sit beside him, not talk to him, maybe not even look at him. Just bask in the full glory of his skrunkly self with no interruptions.

#I would honestly do this more than therapy #If I could #idk why this popped in my mind but here y'all can have it ig #jekyll and hyde #edward hyde #mr hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #scarstuff

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aprito · 11 months

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love @simplelations's Hope Springs Eternal and this scene in particular

#my art #sasosaku #based same age au #sakura haruno #sasori #akasuna no sasori #ino guest appearance #truly a sos CLASSIC #this is like right before the invasion happens and sakura is thinking about apologizing for the mean thing she said the other day #meanwhile sasori was hoping she wouldnt talk to him bc he wasnt supposed to have friends here #they are so cute. your honor #i would draw the entirety of the fic #if i could #tori my ride or die truly

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yourlovelyspace · 1 month

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Which ones would be yours? 💝

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unclear-contributions · 27 days

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Dead Angels

I have some short stories that the 'glur may enjoy. I'll start posting my way through them, I suppose, starting with Dead Angels. The actual title is "In a Ditch," but that buried the lede a little. The demands of the era.... Enjoy.

Someone poked my shoulder. I cracked open my eyes begrudgingly to see the neighbor's kid, staring at me, framed by the afternoon sun. He pointed back behind him and beckoned. I sighed and stood up, dusting the dirt off my pants, and picked up my blanket, tossing it in a heap over one shoulder.

"What's up?" I asked.

He didn't say anything, just looked at me with wide and dazed eyes and beckoned again before setting off across the fields, bare feet slapping against packed dirt, so I followed him, down the path, and to the cracked old asphalt road that led down out of the mountains. I left my eyes half-lidded, basking in the summer heat as I followed the loose shadow of him, wandering past trees and fields and wild grasses that were starting to go gold with the season.

"Look." He said, finally.

I opened my eyes and looked, and then it made sense. Down in the ditch, surrounded by a loose ring of kids, was a dead angel. It'd unfurled, all feathers and wings and blank eyes staring up at the sun.

I immediately grabbed the kid's face and turned it away. "Go on, get." I said, sharp. "You shouldn't be lookin' at this."

He stumbled, and I gave him a gentle shove at the shoulderblades. He broke into a stumble, and then an easy jog back. I watched him go, and turned to the others, clapping my hands. I tried not to look. "For all've y'all too. Get, get."

The sound didn't reach them. I had to pull out my pocket knife and clash it on the asphalt, bright steel on dark, lumpy stone, before they startled, and scampered away, leaving just me and the angel in the ditch.

Then, I looked at it.

I thought I recognized it. My cousin had an angel a while back. I don't know what happened to it. It might've been the same one, might've not. She tended to keep mum about stuff like that. I didn't know. Most people didn't like talking about their angels.

I looked down the street. Next car that came rattling along would call the folks down the hill, and they'd come up to haul the body away to dispose of it properly. If any of the parents were told, they'd probably do the same. I didn't know what they did to dead angels.

I looked back down at the poor dead thing, lying there, staring up at the blue, blue, empty sky. It frizzed on my eyes. A tear started to gather at the corner of my eye, and I blinked, and more tears came after it.

I slid back into the ditch. The grass was rough and tall, pushing up against my jeans with a hiss as I half-slid, half-stumbled to the bottom of the ditch and pulled out my work gloves from my belt.

Eyes still half-closed, navigating by touch and by the fuzzy sensation of a dead angel, I folded up its wings all careful-like until I could grab the body. The feathers were like gossamer, and itched wherever they touched my skin. I pulled my shirt up over my mouth, when I noticed. I didn't know what angel dust did if you inhaled it, but it was probably better not to test my luck.

Getting the thing up out of the ditch was easier than I expected. Once the wings were all arrayed, and I managed to get a grip on the smooth inner wheel, it was almost easy.

Angels didn't weigh as much as I thought they would.

It rustled against the grass as I dragged it back up onto the road. I spread out my blanket, and then dragged the angel onto it. It fit. Barely.

Moving the body any further was even harder. I didn't even know where to put it. Angels didn't like dying where you could see them. They didn't like being where most people could see them, anyway, I knew that much. So I squinted at the trees around me and tried to get my bearings. That way to town, that way down the mountain, that line of trees snaking across fields, and that lumpy hill that they huddled around in a big cluster. That was what I was looking for.

Lighter than expected wasn't light. Dragging the blanket across the pavement was not a pleasant task. It got only a little easier when I made it off onto the dirt path. Every foot I dragged it, I had to crush down the grass to either side. I had to take a break, halfway there, and I left it at a distance, staring at it out of the corner of my eye, panting in the hot air and fanning myself.

Every time I looked at it too long, even indirectly, another tear came and trickled down alongside my sweat.

Our town didn't have a speaker or priest or nothing like that. She'd died last year, I thought, and her daughter was still off in the big city, doing whatever it was that the daughter of the faithful did in cities where they'd run off to. I think she was having a good time.

She came back now and again.

That reminded me to get up and start hauling it again.

The glade I was pulling it to was cool, even in high summer. At this point, it was bumpy going, trying to haul the blanket over the knotted roots and leaf litter. In the end, I couldn't get it all the way to the pool. I had to leave it a little to the side, under a wide pine.

I sat there, and then I looked at it again. It still sat there, eyes still blank and staring. It was dead. Dead as doornails.

A speaker'd have a nice word. A priest'd have a nice book to read. I pulled off my glove instead and reached out to the central eye. I touched it, and it fizzed against my skin, even dead, as I pulled it gently down, like I'd seen the undertakers do, so it didn't have to look no more.

A single glittering teardrop beaded as I closed its eye, and quickly soaked into the pale feathers of its body, leaving a dark blotch. I did it again, and the same thing happened. And then again, and again.

Angels had a lot of eyes.

The last eye closed, and I stood up, suddenly creaky.

"Rest well," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. My right hand was numb.

I left it there. Told the village kids to not go down to that hole a while. I didn't have much else to do.

Next Spring Break, the speaker's daughter told me that angels faded at sunset after they died. "You didn't need to haul it all the way out there," she'd said.

I looked at her. "I did," I said. "I think."

She looked at me back a long while, before she said, very thoughtfully, "I guess so."

#uc writes #modern magecraft #there is a Powerful emotion here...#...couldn't quite tell you what it is.#if i could #i wouldn't have written the story #now would I?#original writing #writing #fantasy #magical realism #angels

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soulinkpoetry · 5 months

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If I could bottle a memory, it’d be yours.

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#a memory #like a scent #if I could #soulinkpoetry #poetry #thoughts #she writes #feelings #poets on tumblr #poets community #poets corner #writers and poets

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currentlyreadingawesomefanfics · 3 days

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Scratch this. I WANT A FANDOM FOR SOMNOLENT! I want to hear the discussions about the characters and designs people will have- I want to put people’s ocs in my writing and dedicate time discussing plot lines and Aus of Aus for this. I want fanart of characters and stories that are inspired by my work!

Give me POWER.

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emberfrostlovesloki · 12 days

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If everyone you’ve ever known in your whole life was standing in a room, who would you look for or run to first?

All photo credits at the end

Hello Anon! Thank you for this question. Just a quick warning that I'm going to talk about death for a moment, so please don't look under the cut if you don't want to read about that.

I had to think about this for a while. My first reaction was my mom because I love my mom and she is my best friend. But if it could have been anyone in my whole life I think I would say my baby brother who passed away the day he was born. I was really young when he was born and I only have one memory with him, so to be able to hug him again would mean a big deal to me. I would also like to hug my grandma again who also passed away pretty surprisingly during my sophomore year of college. Thinking about this has reminded me how important time is, and how much I should cherish the peple in my life, including my anons, followers, moots, and of course @tgskitten.

Thank you again, Anon for the ask, I hope you are having a great day/week! For those of you here, who would you pick? Please have a good weekend and I love you - Levi 🌼

Text Break Banner by @cafekitsune

Photo Credits

Top: Left (@flowersforfrancis) Center (@coffeeismycallsign) Right (@tulipsofthemorning)

Middle: Left (Google) Center (@whoisspence) Right (@happyheidi)

Bottom: Left (@moodboard-d) Center (@solivagant) Right (@justafanbutcurious)

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princess-lointaine · 7 months

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the 'peach fuzz' garden party dress, by selkie.

#i love how swishy the skirt is 😭😭#my images #selkie #if i could

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lilyflxwers · 1 month

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the way hozier exists as if im not already completely mentally unhinged

#hozier #would literally become his music #if i could

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phoenix-drop-guard · 20 days

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I was proud of Garroth for stepping out of his comfort zone and wearing the suit and dancing with aphmau.

I was so happy for him, but no! The priest can't let his brother have nice things!

#minecraft diaries #outsider pov #mcd garroth #mcd zane #if i could #i would punch him

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re-whump · 10 months

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I told you you were gonna need that muzzle, man. You’re already out of control. Now get off me before I have you chained.

@figuwhump day 1

sucks when you get turned and your hunting partner continues to be a smug little shit

Am i sticking with the challenge? Dunno yet! But I've been wanting to get better at less intuitive poses anyway, might as well.

#figuwhump #whump art #my art #oc: harvey daniels #oc: emery harlowe #if I could #sketch tag #vampire

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queen-breha-organa · 2 years

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I’m still inactive, but while my blog is mostly quiet, I wanted to take this time to promote some works from some creators I really enjoy.

I’m gonna schedule some posts for the next few days, and I encourage you all to support and show kindness to the posts and creators I reblog from!

I think we’ve all had a really rough year, and I think everyone could use some extra support and appreciation. Sometimes we get lost in ourselves and our thoughts, and it can be easy to forget how loved and appreciated we are.

I don’t want anyone to ever forget how appreciated they are.

So please show some kindness with a reblog to these posts as I share them, and perhaps a follow to the creator if you’re interested.

If you have the energy, please kind in the tags and leave some compliments, I think everyone deserves some kind words right now and I really want to show some love.

Mahalo plenty,

Ivy

#I’ve been feeling so bad about myself #and I realized that so many others are probably feeling that way too #and I just #I wanted to try and help #if I could #I don’t know #but id like to try

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rightintheghoulies · 3 months

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Tattoo idea:

Of your fave Papa/ cardinal, everything is in normal ink, except their dead eye (UV ink)

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #ghost #ghumblr #ghesties #if i could #omg

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otrtbs · 8 months

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jo march my aroace queen (personally)

but i do agree, if jo HAD to end up with anyone it’s be laurie in my head except with the exception of amy and the symbolism of platonic vs romantic, jo and laurie together does throw me off sometimes. but yes i totally agree and understand

!!!!! i am the first to support single independent free jo march !! but if ur louisa may alcott n ur marrying her off AT LEAST MAKE IT LAURIE LIKE

#i would go back in time and ask her to explain her decisions to me #if i could #im just so curious to know everything she has to say !!#asks #little women things

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