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"Y'know Tobio... If you get really, reeeally good, you'll get to play lots more games. The best players get to play lots and lots of volleyball. If you get really good... I promise you... somebody who's even better will come along and find you."

  Art commission done by @kozumuwu on twitter 

#haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #kageyama #hinata #kagehina #japan national team #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kageyama x hinata #haikyuu final arc #thank you furudate #thank you haikyuu

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“And the Winner Is…” 🌊 Animatic | The Legend of Korra

Relive Amon’s attack on the Pro Bending Championships in this side-by-side animatic from Book One, Episode Six!

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some more Haikyuu!! team banners (these ones were tricky b/c only kitagawa daiichi had an official reference for the banner (but no official translation) while the others had official translations but no actual images of the banners, so I had to get a bit creative.)

I love Itachiyama’s, simple, to the point, they plan to kick your ass

@seshiriabakana (i hope it’s okay that I’m tagging you in this, let me know if you want it removed, I looked for all the teams you mentioned, but I could only find Kamomedai)

If anyone manages to track down more team banners let me know, I’d like to make more of these.

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my boredom and desire to not do what i’m supposed to be doing know no bounds, so here are some Haikyuu!! team banner headers 

Like/Reblog if you use :)

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then

now

kids, this is what we call a character development

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His grandfather promised him someone will come find him and someone DID. He might have not known it right then and there when Hinata declared that promise/challenge; but still he didn't dismissed Hinata, he simply told him what he needed to do, like his grandpa did.

He holds onto that promise as much as Hinata does, the assurance that someone will always be by his side to share his love and passion with volleyball with. It's a gamble, once again willing to attach himself to a person, trusting he won't leave him like everyone else did.

When they met again, he's been nothing but all smiles—he is legitimately happy because his person came back, ready to fulfill their promise. And say what you want, but he really missed him.

And seeing how much Hinata improved and evolved into a monster of a player, realization hit him like a flash of starburst and suddenly everything is much clearer—meeting Hinata is nothing short of a destined encounter and they were meant to circle the same orbit.

So tl;dr, it's just Furudate-sensei presenting us a blatant and irrefutable proof that KAGEHINA ARE SOULMATES (as if all the other hints before weren't enough xD)

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Atsumu's serve

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Konoha’s Elite

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If they can give Kuvira a redemption arc, they too can give Azula her redemption arc like they had planned for book 4.

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Damnnn! This person still doing this in 2020? Let's go and help report @simo93art 😠

SIMO93ART - You are a Friggin lying art tracer!!!

WHO HAS THE FRIGGIN AUDACITY TO PUT “do not post without permission” under your TRACED WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

YOU ARE CAPITALIZING OFF OF OTHERS’ HARD WORK 

YOU USED TO DO THIS BACK IN THE DAY WITH ANGELCAKE12′S ART 

AND YOU’RE STILL DOING IT TO THIS DAY. BLOCKING ME AND OTHERS ALIKE FOR TRYING TO EXPOSE YOU WILL GET YOU NOWHERE. AN ART THIEF IS AN ART THIEF AND PEOPLE WILL CATCH ON. DON’T YOU WORRY. 

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blue looks so good on her

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2020 version! Because why not

+ I love that girl. And I’ll always do

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Title: White Flag [ii]

Pairing: Sakura & Shisui

Prompt: Spring

                                                             -x-

The first sounds out of her mouth are war cries, howling and savage. She comes into this world anointed with blood, the cruel touch of the Gods searing her eyes, igniting them crimson and they spin, and spin, and spin.

She nearly chokes on her own breath, a blinding whiteness ripping across her face, her neck, to the tips of her toes. Her senses are in overload, a hundred strange sensations within her, around her, on her.

But it’s just so hard to focus through that high pitched whine!

It takes her a few moments to realize it’s her.

She can’t stop screaming. Every nerve ending, every newly formed chakra coil and channel are being doused in molten lava, spreading across her body.

Through the agony, she recognizes all those strange pricks on her skin as chakra signatures. More signatures than she had ever felt. Every Uchiha in the village, she could feel them all, connect to them. Feel her own chakra pulse, beck and call to them in response. Come, her chakra says. Rest your weary bones with me.

As soon as all that pain comes, torments her body, wrings her inside out, scorching the underside of her skin, it’s gone. She’s left heaving for breath, looking into the very startled eyes of her mother. A face she recognized from a photo Sasuke pretended not to have.

Mikoto Uchiha.

Her melting eyes are reduced to a smoulder, before it snuffs out. “How strange,” the new mother whispers. “Her eyes are green.” With the touch of her mother, the world seems to calm around her, a soothing pulse of serenity.

But the room erupts into chaos. More than one person clutching their chest, eyes as if the Gods themselves had touched them, hands digging deep inside of them, ripping them apart to see their spirit.

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Title: empires of gold [XI]

Pairing: itachi uchiha & sakura haruno

Prompt: the storm

                                                               -x-

She feels him.

Blunted nails sliding up her back, a hand gripping around her throat, his voice in her ear. Sakura.

‘He’s here.’

Desperation spiking her half-champagne blood, she looks around the room and sees nothing but color. Feathers, and blues, and reds and purples, and masks until they land on a man soaked in black.

The champagne flute threatens to shatter in her palm when he grins at her, melting back into the crowd, leaving her wondering if he was ever really there at all.

“Babe,” Kiba whines, grip tightening around her waist. “What’s wrong?”

She absently hands the glass off to him, half-excuses on her tongue, chasing after the black bird.

He was the call of the void, and she was a desperate maiden lured. From that very moment they met, she couldn’t keep herself from thinking about him. He was embedded into the very fibers of her being. Memories of lives past haunted her.

How many times have they done this? This game of cat and mouse? She has always been the daughter of murder, and he the son of power. His skin has been stained by her blood a million times, and her teeth have ripped him apart a million times more.

Her chest is heaving, taking the stairs two at a time, searching for a spot of black.

It’s there, she just about passes by it leaning against a balcony balustrade, crossed arms, waiting.

She is ripping her mask off, the flash of silver tossed into a nearby potted plant. She feels like she can barely breathe. “What are you doing here?”

His hands are slow to un-clip his own mask, tucking it into his pocket. Appreciative eyes roam her body, head cocking to the side. The length of his hair falling into his face. “Should I not be?”

It’s increasingly hard to remind herself that the man before her is Crow. On his hands are the blood of hundreds of her clansmen, blood of Inoue Yamanaka. He is the son of the man who brutally tore apart her father, sending pieces of his body to the estate week after week, each in worse states of decomposition.

This man is her enemy. This man is someone she needs to kill.

If she were to finally rid Tokyo of Itachi Uchiha, and Sasuke Uchiha, the city would belong to Haruno. The centuries long battle would finally be over.

So why was it so hard for her to pull the knife strapped to her thigh out?

She knows he sees the struggle inside her, the loud unclicking of the gun holster within his jacket echoing within the alcove. The safety clicks off, the barrel of a silencer pointed right at her.

“The treaty,” are the only words that slip from her mouth, wet with nerves. Yet not from having a gun pointed at her.

His eyebrow quirks, and he takes a step forward. “You think either of us give a fucking damn about the treaty?” His voice low, compelling. “We would both do whatever was necessary, should the opportunity fall into our hands.”

Foreplay, she realizes. The lightning crackling between them, the pull of a razor wire on their skin. It’s foreplay with loaded weapons, and sharpened knives. A masochists wet dream.

She moves a half-step towards him and she can just about taste the barrel. “Is that what this is, Itachi?” She leans, painted red lips on the muzzle. A shudder rips through him, black eyes even darker. “An opportunity?”

His snarl is loud, ripping the gun back to shoot off a round into the air before pressing the heated silencer into the side of her throat. He was close enough that she could feel his breath, his heat, his desire against her thigh.

“Imagine how proud my clan would be,” he growled, leaning in close to her ear, “with the Haruno Mistress bleeding to death at my feet.”

Her hands crept up, tangling into the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, pulling his ear close. “Imagine how destroyed they would all be,” she murmured back, “if we loved instead?”

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Where it Happened - ItaSaku - Grey’s Anatomy AU

@beyondthemoor, who got me yet again obsessed with her Grey’s Anatomy AU. If you haven’t read, you can find it here: “Grey’s Anatomy”

Also here: “Grey’s Anatomy - part ii-ish?”

(Originally titled ‘ Heartbeat’)

Part I (here)    Part ii    

Where it Happened ItaSaku Rated T-ish

Adrenaline was making the blood roar in Sakura’s ears. Her heart was pounding almost painfully against her ribs, but she ignored it in favor of focusing on the patient open on her table. It was a race against the clock, a fight to keep the tear in her patient’s aorta from rupturing and causing further, fatal damage.

“Dammit! Give me another clamp,” Sakura ordered.

She held her hand out for the tool but her emerald gaze never wavered from the tear she could see threatening to widen in the major artery. With practiced ease, she worked quickly to slow the bleeding before she held out her hand for the stitch that would hopefully keep the artery closed until the patient could receive a new valve.

The first suture was strong but the rest were refusing to hold and she cursed again as she did her best to keep herself and the bleeding under control. One slight mistake, one slight change in her patient’s current condition and they would end tonight in the morgue rather than the ICU.

“Will someone please explain to me what exactly my patient is doing on your table.”

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Outta this Town - MadaSaku/TobiSaku

Inspired by watching “I’m Not the Only One” one too many times.

Not the Only One

Chapter One Outta This Town MadaSaku/TobiSaku

Steam rose from Sakura’s coffee mug. The wispy, white mist slowly rising only to fade away, taking the heat with it. Growing colder and colder with each passing second. From her place at the table, she could hear Madara elsewhere in the house. The bedroom. Getting himself ready for work. Like every morning.

Only it wasn’t just any morning.

Sakura couldn’t bring herself to drink the cup she had made herself. Just simply stared ahead as she listened to those familiar sounds from the other end of the house. The slam of the shower door. The draw of the dresser. The pause as Madara adjusted his cufflinks in the mirror.

The faint clack of his tailored shoes against the polished hardwood was what finally drew Sakura from the deep corners of her mind. She blinked hard, raising the coffee to her lips. Fighting back her grimace at the sour taste her thoughts left.

“Good morning,” Madara greeted.

Sakura looked up from her cup, that practiced smile passing her lips. “Good morning.”

Not that it mattered. He hardly cast a glance at her. Instead he headed straight for the coffee maker that still held enough for his morning cup.

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Kyoshi’s first battle at the South Pole!  Kyoshi challenges Tagaka, the self-prolcaimed pirate queen of the Fifth Nation. Rangi, Hei-Ran, and Jianzhu come to her rescue after she exhausts her energy. Scene from The Rise of Kyoshi

Chapter: The Iceberg (Pages 98 ~ 100)

PS: This will most likely be my last major upload for the next several months. I’ll return shortly during Christmas break and be fully active again in February-ish!