#welp time to grab a blade of grass and try to use it as a harmonica

[asnowingfandomofashes]

Genma Shiranui

Genma always tastes of metal, occasionally of cigarettes when stressed or on downtime and of grass and wheat when required to be unarmed. His clan has always been assassins and poison specialists, but when his family died he helped out a few farmers on the outskirts of Konoha to make extra money and get home meals and companionship. Even as he gets older he’s generally good about being willing to lend a hand to most in exchange for little more than a bit of companionship, always glad for discussion and a human presence to keep the loneliness away.

Or maybe he didn’t have a clan and was raised a farmer’s child, but one too many as a mouth to feed. His family struggled and they hadn’t enough land for all the kids to work to be fed, so he chose being a shinobi instead. He’d spent time butchering the animals he’d helped raise as food to eat, he knew the cruelties of civilian life without med-nin, and he as such he wouldn’t shy from death nor ignore dishonorable work that’d keep him fed either.

#Genma Shiranui #Naruto #Headcanons #I wish finding him paired with people was less rarepairs #I'd love more of him in time travel fics #I just have this image of anytime he's without a senbon #He just plucks a strand of wheat to chew on instead #Switches to a heavy farmer boy accent and lays back under a tree #argh that wheat broke and he's too lazy to grab another now he's down #welp time to grab a blade of grass and try to use it as a harmonica #Or is it a whistle #I dunno there may've been too many cowboy movies for me as a very smol child #Tho I also really love assassin and poison specialist Genma with competance for it in his blood #my headcanons

[originwrites-blog]

Run

TW: I don’t know if there are any for this?

Summary: She was beautiful. Maybe even perfect. But, who was she?

Running. 

That's all I could remember. 

The burning of my lungs, the ache in my legs and arms as they pumped through the air, desperately trying to propel me forward. 

My vision dazed and unfocused as the trees and bushes all blurred together into one big green and brown thing. 

The confusion mingled with the fear. Why was I running? Who was I running from and what did they want? I couldn't remember. All I knew was run. Run run run. That's all that echoed in my head

 Run from the danger. 

Run from her.

But, you don’t know who she is, do you?

Or, rather, who she was.

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The cool summer breeze slid across my arms like water over rocks. Laughter spilled from my lips like a waterfall as we ran through the grassy field, the blades tickling our ankles while the sun painted us with gold streams of light. My long blonde hair tumbled in the wind as I fell, tangling in the sticks and grass while we twirled. Bell-like laughter followed me, trailing behind me as we rolled and rolled and rolled. 

We stopped at the bottom, letting the sunlight wash over us while I braided her dark brown hair back in a thick braid. She grinned widely, her green eyes shining in the light like emeralds. We laid back, basking in the sun, panting...

"I love you..." She whispered, breathlessly. And I grinned. I grinned and grinned and grinned until my cheeks hurt and my lips felt like they’d split.

"I love you, too, Emily..." _________________________________________________________ Emily was always somewhat...odd. There was constantly something off about her, but what, no one knew. A reply could be too quick, a smile too genuine, a laugh too loud...something.

Because of this, people tended to avoid her. Everyone did...everyone, except me. 

I didn't listen to the warnings, the hushed whispers or concerned glances never made me second guess my decision.

Oh, how I should have listened...

We became fast friends in seventh grade, the year I had moved to Hillford. My mom had gotten a job offer, so I was plucked from my old school, my old home, my old friends, and shoved into a brand new world. I was desperate for a friend. So, so desperate.

So, I looked into her shining green eyes of a promised land and lept from my dying island onto a grassy field of friendship.

Or, more like she practically ran me over as the second bell rung for classes to start. 

We both groaned, holding our heads before looking up. 

"Ooooh shit, I'm sorry! Didn't see ya there!" She jumped up, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. I balanced myself, mind jumbled as she spoke about...something?

"Anyway, my name's Emily, what's yours? Also, c'mon we'll be late for Smith's class!"

She essentially dragged me to the classroom, leaving me at the doorway before going to her seat, where she waved to me. I, anxiety-ridden and confused as I was, waved back nervously. She beamed.

The final bell rung as I shuffled in, not quite knowing what to do with myself. I gazed around through the sea of students, all chattering as the teacher walked in. None of them seemed too interested in me, which I suppose was a good thing.

Well, I suppose you're the new student, aren't you?"

Welp, so much for the lack of attention.

Every single kid went silent, turning towards me. Their eager eyes bore into me as I gulped, nodding.

"Tell the class your name and a bit about you. Then you can sit next to.... ah, Emily Wilson."

The class seemed to giggle; whether it be at my flushed cheeks or my hair, I didn't know. 

"Um...My..uh name's Lucy...Lucy Jones...Uh, My mom and I just moved here from Baerney...and um...yeah..." I shuffled quietly, cheeks burning as I slid into my seat. 

"Thank you for that...outstanding introduction, Ms. Jones. Now then, open your textbooks to page 257 and answer questions..."

The lesson blurred passed me until the bell rang once again. I shoved my books into my scrappy backpack, trying to get to my next class wordlessly. But, I should have known the minute I met her; Emily was not one to give up. "Hey, Lucy! What's your next class? I have art with Ms. Hemmings, then Math with Ms. Henry, then lunch, then-!"

I laughed, cutting her off. She stood there, staring at me with her mouth open. I blushed, opening my mouth to apologize before she let out a little squeal, "Oh. My. God! Your laugh is adorable! And your eyes! They just....ugh!! I WISH I had eyes like yours!"

My jaw DROPPED. No one had ever said that about me. I smiled abashedly, scratching the back of my neck, "O-Oh! Well, I love your hair. It looks so nice when it's up!"

And it was true. She had her brown, wavy hair pulled up in a high pony. It fell beautifully from the bright green scrunchie, like waves in an ocean. Some of it fell out and framed her face. She truly was beautiful, with her tan skin, dark hair matching dark lashes that almost clashed with the emeralds that were her eyes. Her lips seemed perfectly lush and plump. 

She wore a white, loose tank top, and a grey plaid button-up was tied around her waist, leading to the bright, neon blue ripped jeans that hugged her legs. On her feet were dull, black converse over neon green socks with pink polka-dots. 

I, on the other hand, was plain as any other common girl. Dull blonde hair, everyday eyes, hell, even my outfit was somewhat normal! Pastel purple sweatshirt with dark grey lining and light grey ripped skinny jeans paired with brown boots. Nothing about me screamed 'special' or 'exciting!’

"Ohh! You're so sweet! Here, C'mon, we only have a few minutes to get from class to class, but during lunch, Imma show you around while we eat!" She gently grabbed my wrist before leading me to our next class, a broad grin on both our faces and hope in our hearts for the first time in a long, long while.

Funny...I don’t remember telling her my first class...

#lgbt #lesbian #writing #tw swearing

[amindofmanystories]

The Human and her Monster

Underfell Sans X reader

Ch.2 Follow the fallen petals

Slowly, (Y/n) groaned as a sharp pain shot through the back of her head and lower back. A heavy weight on her chest shifted and something poked at her nose. Opening her eyes, she saw a disheveled looking Frisk softly poking her nose "Having fun their?" she groaned. Frisk gave a relieved expression before sliding off of her. (Y/n) Carefully sits herself up and rubs the back of her head "Where hel- I mean heck- are we?" Frisk looks up and points at the bright opening above "Oh...right. We're in the mountain..." (Y/n) looks around for the picnic basket and spotted it completely destroyed from the fall. Frisk taps on (Y/n)'s leg before making a snarling expression and claw at the air in front of them "Monsters? Don't worry, Frisk. Monsters don't exist and even if they did..." (Y/n) flexes her arms "..your bad-to-the-bone sister will take care of 'em!" Frisk giggles and grabs (Y/n)'s hand. The two scan their surroundings. An opening catches their eyes. (Y/n) was hesitant but Frisk had such a confident expression that (Y/n) couldn't help but be a bit fearless.  

The two walked through the opening to only see a small golden flower on the only patch of grass in the cave. (Y/n) could swear she heard the flower sniffling. She gave Frisk a perplexed expression and Frisk only shrugged in response. They slowly walked toward the flower until they were only a foot away. Frisk let go of (Y/n)'s hand and tapped on the flower's petals. It gave a startled shriek and turned toward them "W-Who are you guys? A-Are you gonna kill m-me!?" the flower cried and covered its face with its leafs "Whoa! Hey now! We're not gonna hurt ya, man!" the flower's eyes widened in surprise "H-Humans!" it squeaks. (Y/n) eyed the flower "Ya. and you're a talking flower and possibly the result of a concussion..." The flower gave the two concerned looks "You guys shouldn't be here! I-It's WAY too dangerous out here! If other monsters see you guys, it'll be the end of you guys. You gotta get out of-" the soft sound of singing filled the room. The flower looked terrified by the singing "I-I have to go. M-my name is Flowey and please...get out while you can." With those words, the flower disappeared into the ground and left two extremely confused and concerned humans. The humming got louder and soon a tall form emerged from the darkness. It was a rather tall goat woman in a black dress with a strange red symbol on it. The creature easily towered over (Y/n). She was possibly eight feet tall and her fur was a light grey that glistened in the what little sunlight entered the hole they were in. The goats blood red eyes stared down at the two humans in both amazement and intimidation. (Y/n) didn't like the way this monster was eyeing them. She slowly hides Frisk behind her as she glared at the creature. The monster's heavy foot steps shook the ground slightly as she stepped closer to the two "My~ my~...a human! no. Humans! " she corrects herself when she sees Frisk peak out from behind (Y/n). (Y/n) backs up with each step the monster takes. The goat woman notices and stops mid-step "Do not fret, my children~ I won't harm you..." Her words sounded sickly sweet and that didn't settle well in (Y/n)'s gut. The three stared at each other in silence when suddenly the creature gave a shocked expression "Where are my manners!? My name is Toriel and I am the care taker of these ruins!" she holds a giant paw out at (Y/n). (Y/n) stared at the giant paw and hesitantly holds out her own hand to shake it 'Please don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!' the giant paw engulfed (Y/n)'s hand and it was surprisingly soft to the touch. Toriel smiles at the human's surprised expression "You poor things must be hungry. Follow me and i'll get you something to eat" Toriel turns and begins to walk toward a hallway. Her words sounded more demanding than inviting so the two humans cautiously followed behind the tall monster.

As they made their way to Toriel's home, (Y/n) and Frisk noticed small creatures lurking in the shadows. A frog-like creature growled at the humans and jumped at them but before it could attack a giant ball of flames hit the creature and it exploded into dust. The dust covered the two siblings "o-oh god! It's in my mouth!" (Y/n) gags and spits out the dust that covered her tongue. Frisk coughed and wiped their face with their shirt sleeve. The two looked up and saw Toriel with one hand on fire "Filthy evil little creatures aren't they. Don't worry, my children. I'll  protect you" Toriel's eyes had a psychotic gleam to them and that sure as hell made running away tempting but they knew that wouldn't be easy with Toriel. It wasn't long until they made it to a cozy looking cottage. Its appearance was a bit surprising  to the two and Toriel seemed to have noticed it since she gave a pleased smile and opened the front door "Come now, you must be tired. How about you go wash up and i'll fix up some dinner." (Y/n) and Frisk entered the home and admired its interior. Toriel closes the front door and leads the two to a bathroom "i'll go fetch you two some clean towels and clothes. " Toriel starts the bath and turns toward the two "Be quick now. I'd love for you two to try my infamous butterscotch pie!" Toriel closes the door and leaves the two siblings. (Y/n) sighs in relief and turns toward Frisk "You okay? We better get cleaned up." the two remove their clothes and entered the warm bath. The warm water eased (Y/n)'s aching back and a small moan of pleasure left her lips "Man I prefer baths over showers anytime..." (Y/n) grabs a bottle of shampoo and began to wash each others hair. A small knock was heard and the bathroom door opened. Toriel enters with towels and a set of matching clothes "I hope these fit you two. Dinner is almost done so please be quick. I'll have your clothes washed and dried in the mean time." Toriel bends down and grabs their dirty closthes "Thank You, Miss Toriel." Toriel was a bit taken aback by (Y/n)'s kindness and just couldn't help but blush a bit "Oh my! You're much more polite than anyone I've ever met!" Toriel giggles happily and closes the bathroom door. The uneasy feeling has yet to leave (Y/n).

 They quickly finish their bath and dress themselves. They both had matching stripped sweaters and a pair of jeans.  The clothes were a bit small on (Y/n) but not too much to be uncomfortable. The leave the bathroom and enter the dining area to see Toriel setting down the food "Just in time! Everything is done." A devious smile creeps onto her face and that sent a violent chill up her spine "shit..." (Y/n) mumbles. A giant knife flew from Toriel's hand and landed in the wall next to (Y/n)'s head "Welp! Let's be like a flower and leaf!" (Y/n) grabs the knife and then Frisk before darting through the house. Flame after flame attempted fry the two as they looked for a way out. Frisk noticed a stairway and pulled (Y/n) down the stairs. The stairs led to a poorly lit hallway. The two ran and ran before being faced to face with a large door. (Y/n) was about to open the door but a ball of fire hit her hand "Fuck!" she yelped in pain and held her hand to her chest. A loud cackle erupted behind them "Now now~ Don't make this any harder for me~ I've always been a fan of fried food. Now do me a favor and die" (Y/n) and Frisk knew that if they were gonna escape they were gonna have to fight. Toriel charged toward the two and they split up. Frisk grabbed rocks and dodged Toriels flames. Toriel cackled at Frisk's attempt of a fight. She charged towards Frisk and knicked there legs with a powerful flame. Frisk cried out in pain and fell to the ground "Frisk!" (Y/n) ran in front of Frisk and swiped the blade at Toriel. She had managed to slice Toriel's eyes. She roared in pain and quickly covered her eyes with a paw "You little devils will pay for that!"  (Y/n) and Frisk struggled to avoid every attack Toriel thrown at them. Even though she was blinded, Toriel was still hard to fight. (Y/n) held the knife and charged at Toriel. She swiftly avoided an attack and slit the back of Toriel's ankles. Toriel roared in pain and fell to the ground "How dare you disobey me! Die! Die and let me rip your puny bodies apart! Let me savor your flesh!" Her bloody eyes were wide open and her mouth was foaming with anger. She crawled toward Frisk and (Y/n). (Y/n)'s heart was beating so fast that it might've busted out of her chest if it could. (Y/n) had to end this fight once and for all. She raised the blade up high and was about to stab Toriel but voices stopped her "Don't...""We...want her..."" Leave her..to us.." out from the shadows were the creatures that hid within the ruins. They crawled toward Toriel and began to claw and bite at her flesh.  (Y/n) pushes Frisk behind her "close your eyes." (Y/n) demands Frisk. The creatures swarmed Toriel's body. Her shrieks and screams filled the giant hall "Go...now." demanded a frog creature. (Y/n) nodded quickly and picked Frisk up "Thank You." she tells the creatures. The creatures look up at (Y/n) and drag Toriel's body further into the hallway "No...Thank You...for now...we are free..." with those words, the creatures disappeared into the darkness. (Y/n) sighed and held Frisk tight. Opening the heavy doors, (Y/n) and Frisk entered the next chapter of their journey.

#underfell #toriel #frisk #flowey #reader #fanfiction #undertale