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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years

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hi your art is super adorable! 🥺🤲 idk if you take requests but iruka taking care of baby sasuke is sth i would've loved to see in the series and your fanarts made me think of that love your art lots! 💖

AU where itachi observes iruka being emotionally intelligent and shoves sasuke into his arms

#i just love the idea of itachi watching iruka treat kids like kids and him being like: i am begging u to save my brother from my fate #i mean if we go with canon ages here. we have like 12yo itachi observing 15yo iruka taking care of 5yo naruto #and that makes me so sad. bc by 5yo itachi had already been dragged out onto the aftermath of a battle field by his bastard father :-(#hhhh and if sasuke get healthy exposure to how to deal with emotions and has a closer relationship with iruka before his parents die.#which iruka can relate to. his parents having been violently obliterated. then he could deal with the death of his clan in a less crazy way #and he could be a kid for a lil bit #hhhi just love the idea of iruka gaining sasukes trust post massicure by being like: hey sasuke can u help me and naruto do X thing?#hey sasuke im feeling sad. can i have a hug? u dont think weak right? so it cant be weak to cry #and just demonstrating how to deal with emotions hhhhh i love him so much #god this is too much text tho #hhhhh ive got all the itachi feels rn. he makes me so sad 🥲#this is another one that's been rotating in my head 😵‍💫#uchiha itachi #uzumaki naruto #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #uchiha sasuke #naruto

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specksizedgoddess · 3 months

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What if I only ever fed you meals by cumming in your mouth, and it works cause you're so small, is this anything

SHHSHHDHDSHS ID. I THINK ITS SOMETHING

Giggling as you press your dick in eagerly, watching me scramble to kiss and adore your tip... moaning as I drool over it, working to get you off~ eagerly swallowing mouthful after mouthful of your load... murmuring out my thanks as I give another weak kiss to the tip of your shaft before scrambling back :3

#thanks for the ask!#shhhdshhd hhhi

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lamortwrites · 3 months

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it's normal to be obsessed w your own ocs right

#ash.txt #keep looking at the latest picrew like. hhhi 😳#WISH I could draw fr then I'd really be insufferable

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jmpscr · 4 months

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Well, I have a hedcanon about the BP!Wei Ren...

as we know, Wei Ren himself, at will, decided to switch from a battle monk to a wandering weaponsmith (that is, he did not even want to settle in his homeland) and from this I got this headcanon...

I think his parents had high expectations about him and constantly compared Wei Ren with his brother (it seems to me that this is inherent in the bp universe too , but this is just thoughts about his brother, although everything may be), maybe his brother became one of the best healers in the homeland (BP universe), and his parents themselves are one of the strongest monks. And maybe his family wanted their youngest son to be successful too. However, not all expectations become real. maybe Wei Ren never sincerely believed in religion and therefore his "holy potential" is quite weak and did not even allow him to complete his studies as battle monk. however, for all the time of training, he still received some basic skills in fighting demons (hand-to-hand combat, possession of Bo (a long combat stick staff) (by the way, he flashes with it in animatics lol), basic skills of exorcism the weakest demons) But his real talent was in making weapons. I think no one taught him much about this, yes, most likely he, like everyone else, studied the history of weapons used by monks. so he made some small weapons in secret from everyone, but he always did not mind if someone, even from the teachers, called him to help with fixing something. he was very interested in creating and improving weapons, I think he could spend hours in the bazaars looking for the right parts or materials, because he is passionate about his hobby. I think he got approval from other students and teachers, and everyone told him that his talent really wasn't to be a battle monk. he was quietly released and he left... but it doesn't happen so smoothly, does it? his parents were certainly not happy that he did not complete his studies, Wei Ren tried to explain to them that this wasn't his dream and not his vocation, but they did not even listen to him, they only said that they didn't want to see him anymore, that he was a disgrace to the family. the only one who supported him was grandma (I hope she is in BP, since she is in HH, so..) she secretly helped him pack some things, walked his out of his hometown, gave admonition to "follow your heart" and said goodbye…

Wei Ren spent some months like this, traveling from city to city, from country to country. He helped people, accumulated knowledge, sometimes fought demons, but most importantly continued to do his favorite thing – making weapons. and then he just met A.E.D , they became friends and D. invited Wei Ren to join his group.

I almost burst into tears myself while I was writing this

#battle priest #hedonehigh #wei ren #darqx #headcanon #text #text post #HHHIS MY BABY BOY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #i'm sorry

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ihearnocomplaints · 7 months

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Augh

I forgot I existed for a moment

Hi tumblr. You’re still here.

#gives really awkward finger guns #…hhhi #shitpost #shutupsilas /lh #We stay silly

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cafe-song · 10 days

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why did I make this

#hhhi #maybe i should tag this #quick man #metal man #flash man #crash man #bubble man #wood man #megaman #yippie..

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unidentifiedprimate · 1 year

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#i posted part of this clip before but this is better #it is so funny to me i think about it so often #........hhHi :)#jeffrey combs #freddy's nightmares #love stinks

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indulgnc · 2 years

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OC fic [an]+dante, allergies 1.1k

heyy here with some of the ghost boys...! ft my oc An and @hachiibun 's Dante! enjoy!

An wishes he could freeze this moment in time. Not in the way that an ice pack stings when you hold it bare-handed, but how honey liquidates when poured into warm tea.

Or something like that. An’s never been good with words. Or intimacy. So the fact that he, right now, is curled around his boyfriends frame is fucking insane. Dante shifts, and it all feels too real. In a nice way, An thinks. It may have taken them a damn year to get to this point, and even longer for him to be in close capacity with someone--physical affection was always an impossible hurdle for him.

Except for one damn thing. An’s nose fucking itches. Normally, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Sneeze once, get over with it, move on. An didn’t care, Dante didn’t care, they were close enough that it just didn’t matter. Unlike Dante, who got weirdly shy (about sneezing of all things), An was normal, thank you very much. But this time, something was different, bordering frustrating. The itch kept coming back; he’d sneezed twice already, and it seriously wasn’t doing anything to bring relief. His eyes stung, he couldn’t stop blinking, and he perpetually felt halfway to a sneeze.

An, for the record, did not have any allergies. That was a fact. Dante did, and he didn’t. Simple as that.

The feeling culminated, and An gasped, expression drawing up. “hHI--hh’ISHEW!! --IISHeWW!--SHEW-!! Agh…” The sneezes were half muffled into Dante’s shoulder, as the other party shivered in surprised.

“Bless you, bless you, bless you,” Dante murmurs, half asleep. “Five times, actually. Are you coming down with something?” He rolls over to feel An’s forehead. An just jerks forward with another sneeze, nearly hitting Dante’s head with the force of it. Then another. Another, this one more tired, his body trying to get rid of the residual itch.

“No,” An sniffles, and it’s audible in his voice. “I’d tell you if I was.” He’s still ducked down, but he can just imagine Dante’s frown from how he talked, his brow probably furrowing.

“No, An.. no you wouldn’t.” It’s spoken with a sigh, and he turns his boyfriend’s face back upward. “Come here.”

An brings his head up and sniffles again. It’s hard not to, with this damn itch.

“Well…” Dante’s hand is soft, still a bit warm from the shower he’d just taken. “It doesn’t seem like you have a fever, at least.” He’s still got a look of concerned staining his face, and An hates that he’s worrying so much over him. He fine. He goes to say just that, but as soon as he makes the mistake of taking a breath though his nose, its over.

“hiIH’--ISHuew-! --IISHyyw! Sorry, I have to, ha--” Well it’s a little late for a warning, he barely manages to think as his breath draws up again. “hiHII’SHUU!! hIShUH! --IISHU--! ..haH.?! -- uh’IIshyiEW-!!” An doesn’t think he’s ever…sneezed as forcefully, as that last bit. All he can manage is bringing his hands up in the general direction of his face, twisting slightly away from Dante.

“Have to sneeze. Well, had to.” An finishes breathlessly, as if the declaration is still anywhere near needed.

“Bless you hun, jeez,” Dante trails off. “Is something bothering you..? If you’re sure you’re not sick, that is.” He leans to pull An closer, tugging him inwards and carding his hands through his boyfriends hair.

“Not…,” An bites down on his tongue, trying to get through one damn sentence without sneezing again. “Sick. Just my,” he’s cut off by and itchy triple. “Just my, snF. Nose. Itches. My eyes are fuckin’ watering, I dunno what the hell it is.”

Dante mentally runs through the places tissues may be located in the room, but doesn’t want to get up just yet to grab some. For now, he’s selfishly too comfortable with An tucked into his chest. “You think you’re allergic to anything?”

“No.” The answer is quick. “I don’t get allergies.”

Dante almost sighs. “That’s… yes, I know, but they can develop.” He breaches the explanation before An has to get over his pride to ask. “Usually, for me, it makes my nose itch a lot. And eyes, sometimes face… Just, irritation. Anything like that?” Another “no,” because An tends to think he knows every signal his body does and doesn’t send him (and really, it’s not his strong suit. He’s got a tendency to do thinks like forget to drink water for a day, simply because he doesn’t sense his body’s ask for it.)

An leans in to Dante’s neck, almost pouting. He goes to nibble it as a distraction, inhaling, and that is when it hits him. That is absolutely, one hundred percent when it hits him. Dante smells different. Like a flowery sort of scent. And it fucking burns.

“DanT--” He can’t even stutter out the name before he ducks into Dante’ hoodie collar. “H’EESH’’-IEW! iisHUYEW--!--ISHHu’--, IIISH--! !! SNf,.. hEH…isiHUIIEW! hUH’USHuIEW! hhh..” He can barely get a breath in, managing to pull himself from Dante and whatever the hell that smell is before flipping around.

He covers his face with teary eyes, half-glaring at Dante. “You…hhI’ISShuIEW!-- ISShu! You, your—“ Dante looks confused, rightfully so.

“You smell like something,” An manages to choke out, before sniffling and gearing up for yet another sneeze. They’re starting to lower in intensity, and grow in number. “hiH’ISShuiew!--h’ISHUEw!” His breathing ragged, he manages to stutter out ,“Allergic…” before falling victim to another one of his rapid fits.

Scent. Oh, yes. That must’ve been the bodywash Dante had used just half an hour before. He’d thought it smelled nice, but apparently, An’s immune system seemed to disagree.

“Oh, honey..” Dante got up quickly, backing away. He managed to fish a box of tissues out of An’s nightstand drawer, and all but tossed them over to avoid being too close. “I’m sorry, I was using a new soap. I guess you do have allergies, then…” An, nose buried deep into his own sleeve, could only answer with a wet sniffle. He didn’t dare take the pressure off his nose in fear of starting up again, and just nodded in response.

“I,” Dante moved towards the door, “am going to shower now. With my normal soap.” An looks up at him, and before he can even say anything, Dante adds: “No, you cannot come with me. You’re already sneezing your head off, that defeats the point.”

An sighs, one more tired sneeze echoing off the walls. “You know me too well, babe.” Yes, Dante thinks, yes I do. “Come lay with me afterwards…?” Even if Dante were to say no (which, he wouldn’t) An’s puppy eyes could rival an actual puppy.

“Yes, of course.” He gestures towards the tissues again. “Now, go blow your nose. I’ll be back as soon as I can, so go ahead and get comfortable, alright?

#nomtent #snz kink #ghost boys tag #nomoc #hhhi back again... i am a bit nervous about posting oc content for the first time but i hope u guys like it...!!#i wanna do more stuff with these guys (the other 2 band members as well!) + some other ocs im working on so i hope ppl like oc stuff :#sorry the ending is ass i suck at endings but we are all here for one thing. snorn. AMEN!!!

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angeltism · 5 months

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watch my brain short-circuit and die in real time (24k video 2023)

#➳ the fool speaks #HHHI . I'M .#man and I'm supposed to be in bed in like a minute . and fri night i have to put my phone alll the way across the house . so .#i can't even process my emotions !!!!!! I'm gonna have to let them simmer awkwardly overnight . HELP #this . is . both fun and very scary in a way fufufufu #girls will literally get the most OBVIOUS ASS HINTS EVER and still go ''hmm no but what if I'm reading this wrong . hmmmm .''#BRAIN PLEAAAAAZE RAHRFHHEFHHEHRHEHEHAHAHWHEHEHEHEJWHE

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kitchu-12 · 1 year

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