#uchi villager

[funyions]

Featuring my 80 SMAPI mods

#another Kali Uchis meme #sdv #sdv expanded #ridgeside village #stardew mods #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew abigail #stardew alex #sdve

[animalcrossingshowdown]

Personality type tournament results:

round 1:

Lazy 79.7% / Jock 20.3%

Uchi 74.1% / Snooty 25.9%

Normal 58.1% / Peppy 41.9%

Cranky 56.3% / Smug 43.7%

round 2:

best:

Uchi 61.4% / 38.6%

Lazy 57.6% / Cranky 42.4%

worst:

Snooty 39.6% / Peppy 60.4%

Jock 38.8% / Smug 61.2%

round 3:

best:

Uchi 55.7% / Lazy 44.3%

worst:

Jock 44.5% / Snooty 55.5%

This makes jocks the least liked personality! Combined with the loser of the species tournament, gorillas, this makes the worst hypothetical villagers Boone and Louie!

On the other side, the most liked personality is uchi! Combined with the winner of the species tournament, cats, that makes the best hypothetical villager Katt!

#I'm kinda surprised uchi won I thought more people hated uchi :o #maybe it's less to do with the personality and more that a lot of uchi villagers are considered 'ugly' #I thought for sure it'd be lazy v normal and then lazy would win #jock no surprise though

[queensharotto]

Describe Street Urchin Cookie in terms of gameplay:

Your answer: this video

My thoughts on her are in the tags btw

#cookie run kingdom #MAXIMUM SPEED proceeds to explode #I honestly question if she’s okay after the explosion #btw Heather Gonzalez did an excellent job voicing her #she’s definitely an Uchi type villager #her name in my head is Oonie #She’d probably give Makoto a run for her money #I love her design it’s really kickass

[vote2]

going to switch out tangy for quinn on my island sorry im sick of having two preppy villagers

#sigh. there goes my orange grove next to tangy. its gonna forever until tangy decides to move augh #ik you can exploit w tt ing but im lazy to do that. quinn seems nice shes one of the few uchi villagers i like lol. didnt realize she was #a 2.0 npc i swear she was in new leaf #flurry is another one i though of because i do have three normal villager -_- but i do like her still shes sweet love the hamsters #love how my island is coming along anyways all terraforming and most trees are done its just flowers and furniture and like custom paths #details etc 👍 all is fun #insane though ive gotten through three audiobooks and am a fifth of the way through a fourth while playing ily mindless repetative activity

[ornithic]

i think shino anicrossing and my oc liên could be besties <3

#caw caw #bc!!!!!!! 1. they both have red horns and 2. looks intimidating but is actually kind #i Love how shino is a peppy villager!!!!!! it makes her even cuter <3 #though liên would prolly be uchi/sisterly(?) hwdhjjgk

[theblueflower05]

Just a Little Taste

A/N: Welp. Somehow my breeding/breastfeeding kinks manifested themselves into a story. I wrote this sky high on painkillers and I am a little in love with the whole premise. @tiredmamaissy -I hope more than anything that you enjoy this. You deserve all of the goodness on this site. Your Masterlist is my personal spank bank lol

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: This story is Filthy. Smut with very little plot. Breastfeeding. Pussy Eating. Slight mommy kink if you squint. Very pregnant reader getting pleasured, because pregnant beings can still be sexual. Aged up!Neteyam

You are responsible for cultivating your own online experience, please do not interact if any of these tags are triggering to you. Minors DNI.

Summary: You’re eight months pregnant with Neteyams child, and after a long day, you both need a little relief. Neteyam x Human! Reader

"Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Bumble-bee on the scene.

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie"

- See You Again, Tyler the Creator ft Kali Uchis

Life in the village is always busy. Constantly bustling with life and movement as everyone; human scientist, Avatar and Na’vi alike, rush to keep things afloat.

High Camp is so different then Home Tree had been, the rage of war adding a constant edge to long days and restless nights. You miss the comfort of a slow life, of hazy days down in the jungle. The jagged cliffs of the Hallelujah Mountains still don’t quite feel like home to you.

Still, you go about your daily duties.

Being a Pandoran raised human had always given you a different insight, the two massively different cultures you we’re brought up in clashing and mending to create a skill set that was like no other- it had taken many years of painful trial and error to find your place within the Omiticaya, but healing had always come naturally.

Both holistic and surgical alike. You’d spent years shadowing Mo’at and learning the ancient herbal ways of the people, while well as taking advantage of the many PHD toting scientist back at Hell’s Gate. Medicine had no boundaries, was a way for you to feel close to both sides of yourself. To broach the gap between human and clansman.

You find your skills being needed more than ever. The ever constant raids against the RDA means your hands are rarely idle, forever in movement as you tend to the wounded. Some days you sit in the big Healers Tent with Mo’at and the other Taskarem, and others you’re in the makeshift Medi Bay, which is really more of an Avatar Pod Trailer turned OR, with the handful of human surgeons.

The long hours spent on your feet leave you sore and exhausted, but you have to pull your weight.

Even if said weight is far heavier than usual as of late-

“Y/N” you’re broken out of your thoughts by Max- as he enters the trailer with a holo-tab in hand and a concerned look in his dark eyes “What are you still doing here?”

“I was just finishing up inventory- our antibiotic stock is back way up. Jake was right, those helicopter raids were more than worth it” you’d sorted out the tiny vials of vital medicine by hand, not wanting any to be misplaced or mislabeled.

“You don't think maybe you should head home?” He continues and you sigh.

You miss your tent, and the soft bed of furs that lay inside the secure warm flaps. And the man that waits for you inside of the patchwork leather walls-

“I’m fine” you assure. And really, you are.

It's a fact you have to keep reminding people of.

Yes, you’re as big as a Strumbeast, but you are no less competent. No less able bodied.

Pregnancy is one of the most natural parts of life, a base staple in all’s existence. There are plenty of pregnant Omiticaya women who were expected to play their roles, even as the battle raged outside the safety of the mountain cave system.

It was the nature of your pregnancy that was more…fragile then average. Inside your womb grew a child that would be the first of it’s kind. A scientific mystery: no one had even known it was possible for Na’vi and humans to procreate.

And yet all of the evidence now lies under your shirt. Your stomach round and pronounced, full of growing life.

Full of the love between you and the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son.

Neteyam had left his permanent mark on you. Had part of himself growing inside of you. The thoughts we’re enough to make your knees buckle if you focused on them too hard.

“You’ve been here since 6am, you really should get some rest. Take one of the empty bunks if you want. Have you checked your blood pressure-”

You’re a grown woman. You’re not going to huff and puff and roll your eyes, but fuck, do you want to.

Everyone was so overbearing lately.

Norm and Max we’re constantly breathing down your neck; “The baby has a different growth rate then a human child, we need to monitor the way that your body is responding” Followed closely by Jake who watches you with sharp eagle like eyes and Neytiri, who used to all but ignore your presence, constantly checking in on you throughout the day. Mo’at’s always poking and prodigy, and Kiri almost always has her hands on you in some way shape or form.

You are glad for the support, happy that this baby would be so loved.

But really, you missed being treated like the competent, independent woman you knew you we’re.

“My blood pressure is fine. I thought since we ruled out preeclampsia we weren’t going to worry about it anymore” you know that it’s not going to silence his worry, but still. You can try.

Max goes on one of his science mambo jumbo spiels, and by the end of it you’re waddling out of the lab and back to your hut, annoyed as shit but placating your pseudo father figure all the same. Only a month and a half mor of this and then things could go back to normal.

Everything had just…changed so quickly.

You 're a caretaker by nature. Caring for others is easy, feels right. You’d tucked the much older scientists into bed when you we’re just a pre-teen. Made dinners. Looked out for Spider and the other Sully’s-

And the role reversal still didn't quite sit right with you. Your control freak ways didn't do well with not being the one in charge- you’d been stripped of your title so to speak. You we’re supposed to relax into your new role, enjoy being doted over before the nine month’s we’re over.

You and Neteyam’s shared tent is in the centered in the cave, close to his families, but standing on its own. As private as anyone could get in the busy, close quartered camp. The walls of the hut are familiar, adorned with your combined belongings. Cozy and familiar.

You shimmy free of your confining bra, step out of your cargo pants, then toe off your boots, releasing your swollen sock covered feet with a groan before collapsing into your well loved bed, the soft blankets and familiar scent of your mate lulling you into a deep state of peace.

It’s kind of wild how quickly you can fall asleep these days. Growing a little person from scratch tends to burn a lot of energy and the moment you relax, you’re out like a light.

You don't wake up, even when the horns are sounded for the return of the War Party.

Not when Neteyam makes his way through the camp and enters the tent. He’s wearty, grime covered and hunched over. He only softens when he sees you, tucked safely, into his bed. Your eyes still closed and face still scrunched up as he strips out of his battle band and shin covers. He’s quiet, washing off with the large freshwater basin in the corner before making his way over to his much-missed bed mat.

It isn't until he's crawled under the blankets and wiggled his way as close to you as possible that you begin to stir. His large cat like snout nuzzles into the vulnerable crevice of your neck, chuffing hot breaths against the smooth skin.

You’re not upset at him for waking you up, a drowsy half alert smile stretches over your lips as your hands run up his strong back. Gently working the tense muscles.

He gets so greedy when he comes back from the War runs. He needs to be comforted, to be held and you are all too willing to comply.

Everyone else infantiles you now, and yeah, Neteyam could get a little intense and overprotective, but your relationship had always worked because you were the one person in all of Pandora that babied the future chief.

He was such a sweet man, with so much responsibility on his plate. You loved nothing more than holding him in your arms. Letting him release any and all tension because you had him. You, a tiny soft skinned human, were the barrier between him and the ruthless world.

You’d be such a great mother to his children. His hind brain purrs at the thought. That even through all of the controversy, he knows he’d chosen the right mate. Little and fierce, he hopes the baby is just like you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, tone hushed in the darkness of the tent. The only light coming from the small dying embers of the firepit in the center of the space. Hypnotic shadows dance along the canvas walls and Neteyam's breathing grows shallow as he sinks into it.

The way you smell. The way your heart beats, strong against his cheek. The way your plump body feels so good under his wandering hands. He hadn't been okay, just moments ago. He was delirious, so sick of the fighting that he felt ill with it.

But how could any of those bad feelings exist when he had you waiting for him? Ready to welcome him into your body, your heart, your mind. He doesn't think he could survive without knowing the solace of your love.

“I’m okay, narlor(beauty). Just missed you” he mutters, still trying to dig his face deeper into your skin. He wants to escape inside of you, you chuckle at his futile attempts to mend you both into one entity. His large palms rest against your bloated belly, tenderly and your heart flutters “Missed you both so much”

Being so loved is overwhelming.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

“I missed you, my sweet baby. I missed you all day” you assure him with the words you know he needs to hear. “Our son here thought it would be fun to jump on his sa’nok’s bladder all day. It was like was playing the wokau(pendulum drum) all day long- I spent hours in running back and forth to the bathroom”

Neteyam's laugh is deep and rich. Thoroughly pleased to listen to your stories of your day, eager to hear every minute detail. Desperate to drown out visions of blood and gun smoke with your voice.

“Ah, you have to be nice to your momma, little one” he chastises the bump, raising your shirt over your head, wanting that flimsy barrier gone. His lips trail over the tight skin of your bulging belly as he speaks to his child.

Your son, still safe inside your soft body, knows his fathers voice already. Recognizes that slightly accented cadence, and squirms inside of you happily.

Neteyam usually speaks strictly in Na’vi to your unborn child-

“He needs to know the language of our people, first and foremost”

-he’ll spend hours whispering his mother tongue into your flesh. It always leaves you boneless and shaking. Feeling so special and cared for. Na’vi, though your second language, is familiar to you. You’re fluent in the language- but fuck. The way your mate speaks it is the most beautiful thing. It’s musical, he tells sprawling stories with his colorful words.

There is one English he’s very fond of though. Every time it leaves his plush mouth it makes you grin, sharp. Knowingly.

“Are you gonna be nice to momma, Neteyam?” you question him after a while. His ears quirk, swiveling on his head and his tale flicks once, in obvious excitement.

You know what he’s wanted, ever since he woke you up by nuzzling at your chest. Ever since he peeled off your top and left your heavy breasts bare. Did he think you missed the way his golden gaze would flick to them, eyeing them hungrily.

He needs this as much as you do, but as usual, your sweet boy is too selfless to ask. Won't trouble you with his wants unless you bring it up first.

You reach for his big hand that rests on your belly, and drag it to where you need him. His palm enveloping your tits, the rough callus’s catching on your sensitive nipple just right-

Your pregnancy had been different than regular humanoid pregnancies. Your body worked hard, thrown into overdrive in an attempt to keep up with the fast growing fetus in your womb. You’d started lactating months ago, far earlier then normal. Your breasts firm, full with milk. Ready to feed the child that had not yet come into the world.

At first it had been both painful and embarrassing. You had no child to drink what you were producing and the other breastfeeding women in the tribe we’re hesitant to feed their babies your tawtute(human) milk. Already over emotional due to the hormone change, you’d wept at the fact that you had no one to give what your body readily made.

The fact that you couldn't be a bigger part of your community due to your human heritage, combined with the intense pain that came from having backed up ducts had been too much,

Eventually you’d turned to Neteyam, both your eyes and shirt soaking wet. Begged him to help you. And of course, as always, he did.

It should be awkward, or shameful- but connecting with him on any level is something you cherish. Why would this be any different?

“I’m always nice to you, aren't I, love?” Neteyam gruffs as he gently works at the breast in his hands. Its firm and full of milk, his mouth waters “Do they hurt again?”

“Mhmm” you whine pathetically, and you’re not lying. The skin of your chest is now marred by stretch marks and you’d had to stuff precious, hard to come by toilet paper down your bra all day to keep them from spilling over “They’re so full, Nete”

“Oh” He hums, thumbing at your nipple “Poor momma, I’ll help you. Don't worry” his lips are wet against your skin as he kisses his way to your breast, his tongue peeking out to circle your puffy nipple. A pearlescent drop of milk tops the rosy bud and he groans as it hits his taste buds.

He tells you that you taste good, often. The juices of your pussy, your spit soaked kisses. He’s always been greedy for it, his tongue bullying its way into your holes, desperate for your essence. Your milk is just as delicious as the rest of you.

It quickly goes from kitten licking, wide wet stripes against your pebbled nipple to sucking your big breast as far into his mouth as he could. Careful of his fangs as he gorges himself on your flesh.

He’s loudly appreciative as he suckles on your nipple. Grunting and humming and moaning at the flavor. Your arms come around him, cradling his head to your bosom because it feels so good. Having him this close, knowing that he'd do anything to take care of you. That he truly loved the way you tasted-

Many people thought you and Neteyam would never last. It was lust, they’d claim. Curiosity. A childhood friendship that would fizzle out eventually. Na’vi needed Tsaheylu, it was the lifeblood of all their relationships. Why would the much desired future Olo’eyktan stay with you if he couldn't even properly bond you?

While you couldn't deny that there we’re doubt filled moments that you yourself wondered why he’d chosen you and stayed so loyal to you…you still felt your own form of connection to him. While you’d love to make that sacred bond with him, you didn't feel any less close to your mate.

You never thought that you could be so intertwined with another being.

As Neteyam takes his fill from your breast, you massage the base of his Kuru, firm enough that it makes him hiss. You have no special braid of your own, but he’s always been very free with his when it comes to you.

You can do with as you please. Stroke it. Lick it. Massage it. Hell, he’d even let you touch glowing pink tendrils at the end of it before. Let you feel his exposed nerves, so vulnerable and raw in your hands that he had shed tears as you explored.

Nothing was taboo in your relationship. There was no space undiscovered between you.

Your bodies we’re so very different, and yet you knew his like the back of your hand. All of the strong muscles and hard sinew. The cobalt expanse of his skin didn't have one blemish that you haven't memorized. You could point out his striped pattern in a sea of other Na’vi.

And he knows you right back.

Loves to dig his fingers into your doughy hips, into your pillowy thighs. Your wide ass and ample chest. He loves your form, goes crazy for all of your alien curves. He never cared for your human modesty, he’d wanted to part your ass cheeks and stare at plump of your pussy for as long as he could remember. Wanted to strip you of all of those clothes and just stare.

The fact that he gets to do just that, for the rest of your lives, is his favorite, favorite thing.

You watch him eagerly as he slowly nurses. You can't get enough of the sight of him, his hollowed cheeks, the bob of his throat as he swallows your free flowing milk. He's so strong, his muscles flex in the dim light. All of that strength, and yet he’s so very gentle with you, his rough tongue laving at your sore buds every couple minutes. Soothing and tickling you all the same.

You giggle at a particularly quick swipe, letting out a small squeal as Neteyam’s tongue plays with the flesh in his mouth. His eyes peek open, glittering with mirth and low boiling heat as he meets your gaze. Whin his lips split into a smile, a dribble of translucent white milk escapes. Trickles down from the corners of his lips.

Heat pulses between your legs and you know he can smell how aroused you are.

Neteyam has always been able to turn you on without even trying. A well spoken word, or even a pointed look could get you running your thighs together. All desperate to get him alone and put your hands all over him.

You hate that you cant kiss him the way you want to, your Exo Mask, while necessary to your survival can be suck a fucking menace sometimes.

Your thumb traces his lips, the ones you want pressed against your own so bad. You rub the spilled milk from his chin. Cleaning him up in a way that's so simple, and so beyond erotic.

He breaks eye contact first, like he just can't look at you anymore. His brows all scrunched up, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He releases your sloppy nipple, completely covered in his saliva, and presses his face against the damp skin. Making a sound of distress.

Your fingernails skritch at his scalp, tangled in his many braids “What is it, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad. Eywa, do you even smell yourself, Y/N? So good. I have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You nod, agreeing blindly. He can have whatever he wants.

“Fuck you hard, though. Gotta pound you. I know I shouldn't but it’ll be alright, huh? Won't hurt the baby?” his face is still buried in your skin, you cant even see his expression as he pleads for your pussy. It makes you so hot.

You push at his chest, needing him to get off of you for just a moment. He’s heavy as shit, a dead weight- doesn't really move until you're pouting and demanding for him to just give you a little space.

Enough that you can wiggle out of your panties and spread your thighs wide for him. Your swollen, sticky pussy on display for your mate.

His nostrils flare, and his thin tail whips wildly behind him.

When he swings your thick thighs up onto his broad shoulders, you let out a low, appreciative moan.

“Such a good boy for momma” you praise him the way the people praise the Great Mother. The cradle of your thighs a sanctuary where you both come to worship.

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Welp, I should be finishing up Part Three of First Love/Late Spring or plotting out future installments of The Sweetest Sylaung, but here I am writing nursing filth. Lol I truly have zero regrets, this story was so very self fulfilling(even though it partially came from a request). I hope you guys enjoyed though

As mentioned many times before, requests are currently open. Please send in all that good shit. I could use a good distraction from real life!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam sully smut #aged up neteyam #Neteyam x pregnant reader

[tanuki-kimono]

Wara ningyô (straw doll) kept at Tono Museum.

Those effigies were once hung on ropes (michikiri) by roadsides and village entrances to ward off evil spirits bringing pestilence (疫病神 yakubyôgami). They were sometimes accessorized, like this one bearing a daishô (katana set) and a fearsome (oni?) face mask.

Waraningyô are also a staple of folk magic alike voodoo dolls, especially those related to eerie uchi no toki mairi ("Ox-hour shrine visits", ie witching hour).

#japan #art & craft #straw doll #wara nyngyô #japanese culture #magic #witchcraft #evil spirits #disease #yakubyôgami #疫病神 #uchi no toki mairi #Ox-hour shrine visit #folk culture #ancient belief

[rayshippouuchiha]

Naruto has an Uchiha Harem and honestly could expand to other clans if he wanted to.

Minato has an Uzumaki harem.

So in a convenient AU where no-one of the bad things happened and Uchiha Madara still got resurrected for tax reasons or something and decided to stay alive to escape Tobirama-Izuna pure land Dazai-Chuuya style romance, and got subsequently added to the Naruto harem,

People would look at Naruto and go - "Oh that's definitely Minato's kid alright. Attracting dangerous things like that"

In essence Minato has done more for Konoha-Uzu diplomatic relations with his ass alone than everyone else combined, a true Himbo of Hashirama's calibre.

And Naruto has done more to domesticate Uchiha and village cohesion than everyone else combined.

Why is the Hokage's office locked when the Uzukage visits you ask? Well they're either nerding out or the Hokage is having his back blown out. One or the other.

Why are the heads of missing min being displayed in the village centre? Well the Uchiha are peacocking for the Hokage's son.

Just another day in Konoha. Them Namikaze boys have Rizz.

Minato is Uzumaki bait and Naruto is Uchiha bait and everyone everywhere is terrified at the idea of who and/or what Naruto's inevitable Uchi-maki children will end up having a harem comprised of

#RayRambles #Naruto

[izumi-uchiha-anon]

Fallen for a Common Villager

Shisui Uchiha: Falling for someone who isn’t a Ninja isn’t a big deal for Shisui Uchiha. Sure, the Clan would rather he date a person who isn’t ‘weak’ or ‘fragile’, but, it’s really not up to them at the end of the day. The only thing that matters to Shisui is you. The way you watch him train for hours on end nearly every single day, the way you cook him a delicious meal when he returns home from a mission and the way you run your fingers through his hair to help him fall asleep.

He would be super protective of you, too. (I think all of the Uchiha men would be super protective of their wives tbh) Making sure that you hold his hand when you cross the road together, immediately jumps in to help you if something goes wrong in the kitchen (that Body Flicker Technique is hella useful) and when you’re reaching for your dropped cutlery on the floor, he will place his hand on the edge of the table where your head is so that you don’t hit it on the way back up.

Speaking of being protective, he will definitely keep you sheltered from his job as a Ninja as much as he can. He absolutely loves watching your eyes sparkle when he shows you a new jutsu or technique that he’s learned, but he will hardly ever talk about his missions. Someone as precious as you does NOT need to know about any blood he himself or his teammates had spilled whilst they were gone, and don’t even get him started on enemies infiltrating the Leaf Village. When he’s called into action, he’ll tell you that he needs to help protect the Village and the people in it, but that he loves you so much and needs you to stay as far away from the fighting as you can. Then, he will pick you up bridal style and teleport the two of you out of harms way. Before he leaves, he will place a tender kiss to your forehead and snake his arms around you in a quick embrace, letting you know that you are his top priority. And you always will be.

Itachi Uchiha: Itachi never intended to fall in love, period, especially not with a woman who wasn’t a Ninja. After that fateful night of the Uchiha Clan slaughter and joining the Rogue Ninja group, the Akatsuki, he had plenty of time to contemplate every single choice he had made in his life. He played them constantly, on repeat, every single night. Furthermore, he had come to the conclusion that, 1) In order for his plan to come to fruition, he needed to die at the hands of his little brother, and 2) He was irrevocably in love with you.

How could this have happened? He had worked so damn hard for the sake of the Leaf Village, never once thinking about selfish things such as love and romance. But now… It’s all he could think about. Did you know what he had done? Do you believe that he was a monster? If both answers were yes, could you ever possibly return his feelings? All of these rhetorical questions were irritating him to the brink of insanity. He knew what he had to do.

He snuck out of the Akatsuki hideout when Pein and Konan were away and made the strenuous journey to the village hidden in the leaves. There, he discovered you in your apartment, reading a light novel in your living room. He took a deep breath, hesitated, but politely knocked on your front door. You were shocked to see who your midnight visitor was, but you trusted him just enough to step outside and allow him to speak. He was one of your childhood friends, after all. Once Itachi had confessed his feelings and explained his situation to you, you were gobsmacked. Understatement of the year. After taking a few seconds to breathe and fully understand Itachi’s words, you smiled and took his hand in yours. In that moment, Itachi’s mental load subsided and he stayed with you until you fell asleep. Before he left back to the Akatsuki hideout, he found a pen and paper in your kitchen and wrote a note for you, placing it directly on top of the novel you were reading previously. ‘Sweet dreams, my dear. I will be back before you know it. - Itachi’.

Sasuke Uchiha: If there is one of the Uchiha boys who never believed in love, it’s this guy. He had one goal in life and one goal only: Become stronger so that he can kill a certain someone. He believed that nothing could detour him from his path of revenge… Until he witnessed you in an argument with one of your family members. You had stormed out of the house in a fit of rage and angrily kicked your trash can over, the contents spilling onto the freshly trimmed lawn. You groaned in frustration and tears sparkled in your eyes thanks to the full moon. He watched you for a few moments, trying to talk himself out of his out-of-the-blue curiosity towards you.

Unfortunately, it could not be done. He stepped out of the shadows and looked pitifully down at you as you sobbed into your hands. He caught your attention with a cough and told you to stop crying. That there are worse things in this world to cry about. To his surprise, your sadness became anger once more and you stood to confront him. You told him exactly where he could shove his opinion and where he could go. He merely smirked, mildly entertained by your little outburst. This angered you even more and you raised your hand to slap him, unaware of who or what he actually was. He gripped your wrist and locked eyes with you, his midnight orbs made you audibly gasp. Sasuke tilted his head slightly to the side and his infamous smirk reappeared. Maybe he should take a different approach with this pretty one, just this once? The young Uchiha sighed and dropped your arm back to your side and introduced himself. Your tears dried and the conversation continued… It felt as if you had known this young man your whole life. Although his aura was spine-chilling, there was something in his eyes that attracted him to you. Ashamedly, Sasuke could say the same thing.

Eventually, Sasuke insisted that he should go, but neither of you wanted that to happen. You asked him whether you would ever see him again, and Sasuke’s breath hitched in his throat. The realisation that he actually wanted to see you again caught him by surprise. He could only nod and look away from you, not wanting you to catch him off-guard and lose his cool (he has his reputation to uphold, duh). After that night, Sasuke made it a side-mission to visit the Leaf Village more often than he would have liked to take moonlit strolls with you through the empty streets and talk about anything and everything that came to mind. It was usually you doing all the talking and the Uchiha would listen intently and hum when appropriate. It’s safe to say that Sasuke Uchiha was becoming more open to the idea of love thanks to you.

{ Hi there, dear reader! It’s your girl back with another post about these insanely handsome Uchiha boys~ I really hope you enjoyed it because I put a lot of thought and love into this one! Well, that’s all for now. Thank you for reading! }

- Itami 🌸

#shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #sasuke uchiha #love #fanfiction

[prodigal-explorer]

the sanders sides as animal crossing villagers!

i will give each side three villagers, the animal that matches their vibe best, the type that matches their vibe best, and the hobby that matches their vibe best!

roman - julia, kid cat, rudy. the animal that fits him best is the deer, his personality is jock, and his hobby is play!

logan - apollo, doc, raymond, the animal that fits him best is the squirrel, his personality is smug, and his hobby is education!

virgil - kiki, lucky, static. the animal that fits him best is the cat, his personality is cranky, and his hobby is nature!

remus - stinky, biff, boots. the animal that fits him best is the alligator, his personality is jock, and his hobby is music!

patton - carrie, pietro, cookie. the animal that fits him best is the sheep, his personality is peppy, and his hobby is play!

janus - diana, kabuki, wolfgang. the animal that fits him best is the octopus, his personality is uchi, and his hobby is education!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #roman sanders #sanders sides fandom #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #animal crossing new horizons #animal crossing #acnh community #acnh #acnh villagers

[delightfully-deranged-dagur]

What if Animal Crossing had Lioness villagers?

Normal : Zara & Fern

Peppy : Nayla & Kiara

Sisterly/Uchi : Lexi & Vitani

Snooty : Sharon & Leah

#my art #animal crossing #acnh

[acnhconfessions]

i hate the term 'sisterly' for the uchi villagers. the other personality names are gender-neutral (you can have lazy girls and peppy boys), yet the most masc-presenting female personality is called SISTERLY?! its even more ironic with one of the more well known sisterlies (muffy) canonically being an only child! yes i know uchi is a japanese personal pronoun and doesnt really fit in with normal/peppy/snooty BUT animal crossing is a japanese game at heart! its more odd considering how ACNH is more gender-neutral with 'styles' rather than gender.

#acnl #acnh #animal crossing #ac #new leaf #new horizons #animal crossing new leaf #animal crossing new horizons #animal crossing pocket camp #acpc #pocket camp

[animalcrossingshowdown]

or if you've never played, just pick the one that seems the coolest

#misc polls #this one was the hardest to stick to only 12. I could probably make a second entire poll #I could probably do a 64 contestant tournament for features new & unique to NL #you can tell I combined things here that could be separate options so I could fit more stuff in #NH was pretty hard too but NL just added SO MUCH #again one of the japanese exclusive games had what were essentially public works but I'm not counting them #bc that was a MAJOR new thing for english audiences

[princerevelucide]

don’t worry about the gendering of them

[ninebaalart]

Animal Crossing Adventure Time (ACAT)

yeah that awkward title solely exists for that even more awkward acronym! adventure time has a ton of cats that'd make great villagers, let's be real. hit me with that cake the cat lazy villager, hit me with that snooty demon cat villager, hit me with that peppy me-mow villager, hit me with that uchi villager goliad....

#animal crossing #adventure time #cat villager #art #fanart #nintendo fanart #cake the cat #me-mow #demon cat #goliad #ac villagers

[konohamaru-sensei]

FULL OC LINEUP 2024

Decided to line up all my OC's with important AU's. Tried to order them by height too, but its probably inaccurate in several of them. Still, this is the overview.

Nakagawa Toshi: BN/HA| Canon | 21 | Administrative Assitant | Quirk: Opposite | Partner: Takam/i "Ha/wks" Kei/go | Tag: Toshi Nakagawa

Rhia: Fairy T/ail | Fantasy Au | 105 | Water nymph | Partner: Vast/ia Lyo/n | Tag: Rhia Merlin & fantasy:au

Tanaka Ko: Naru/to | Canon | 22 | Spy | Village: Ame/gakure | Parnter: Sauro/bi Kono/hamaru | Tag: oc: ko

Nakagawa Toshi: BN/HA | All is well, nothing hurts, everyone is at UA together Au | 16 | Quirk: Opposite | Partner: Takam/i "Ha/wks" Kei/go | Tag: Toshi Nakagawa & au:ua

Uchi/ha Sayuri: Haik/yu! | 16 and upwards | Midfield soccer player | Aoba Joh/sai HS | Partner: Oi/kawa To/oru and later Ku/roo Tetsu/roo | Tag: Sayuri Uchi/ha

Nakagawa Tetsuya: BN/HA | All is well, nothing hurts, everyone is at UA together AU | 16 | Quirk: Assimilation | Partner - | Tag: Tetsuya Nakagawa & au:ua

Yomi: J/JK | Canon | hundreds and hundres of years | Curse born from desperate love | Dom/ain expansion: The Arrival of Spring | Partner: loves everyone | Tag: cursed spirit called love

Uchi/ha Sayuri: J/JK | Courtesan AU | 27 | Lady for everything | Partner: - | Tag: cau: sayuri uchi/ha

Nakagawa Tetsuya: BN/HA | Canon | 21 | Pr/o-Hero | Quirk: Assimilation | Partner: Todo/roki Nats/uo | Tag: Tetsuya Nakagawa

Yamaguchi Marin: BN/HA | Canon | 16 | League of Villains | Quirk: Rejuvination | Partner: I/Ida Ten/ya | Tag: Marin Yamaguchi

Rhia Merli/n: Fairy T/ail | Canon | 26 | Water Mage | Partner: Vast/ia Lyo/n | Tag: Rhia Merlin

Uchi/ha Sayuri: Naru/to | Canon | 29 | Jon/in | Village: Kiri/gakure | Partner: Hata/ke Ka/kashi | Tag: oc: sayuri

Saruto/bi Sora: Naru/to | Canon | 27 | Trauma specialist | Village: Kono/hagakure | Partner: Ya/mato / Ten/zo | Tag: oc: sora

You are of course free to chat me up about any of them. Thanks!

#art tag #long post #hopefully i can tag them all #oc: sayuri #oc: sora #oc: ko #toshi nakagawa #tetsuya nakagawa #marin yamaguchi #rhia merlin #cursed spirit called love #sayuri uchiha #au:ua #cau: sayuri uchiha #fantasy:au #bye #hope all is censored well enough to keep it away from any tags