I made this a long time ago and was very nervous about posting it to Tumblr. I canāt really think of a good caption~ everything I wanted to say is in the little blurb at the beginning.Ā
āGod of Arepoā Fan-made graphic novelĀ
Part 1 // Part 2Ā // Part 3 //Ā Read the Original Story Here
A reason I like asshole/scary Shane is I like imagining that Ilya has no fucking clue what anyone means by that. Because Ilya's one of the only people on the planet who isn't intimidated by Shane's looks and hockey skill, since he also has both. And he's not put off by Shane's insane commuication style because he's also terminally avoidant, and also an asshole, and Slavic. And he doesn't see the full brunt of Shane's dismissiveness because Ilya Rozanov exists in the warmth of Shane's gaze
Idk there's just something so funny to me about everyone else being like, "Yeah man....that guy is scary as fuck. I once watched him watch tape for 15 minutes straight without blinking. I played on the Mets for three years and he only ever called me by my number" while Ilya is twirling his hair and doodling "Mr. Hollander āØā¤ļø" in his notebooks in gel pen and imagining Shane as a particularly strange and cute little animal that he can poke to see how it reacts
PSA tho everyone if anyone ever pulls the shit on you that Ilya pulls on Shane in ep 2 you need to delete that persons number from your phone and maybe change your last name so that toxic loser canāt ever find you again. Not u tho Shane baby, keep pining! I think heās the one!!!!
I joke about Madara being easily influenced by the tablet/evil amulets that surely wonāt lead him astray a lot, so happy valentines:
āevilā amulet au*
*Itās Not evil the boys are just silly and stupid
Madara is persuaded to purchase a strange amulet from some wandering merchant that supposed to lead him to his destiny (it does not)
Tobirama suddenly becomes obsessed with following Madara around, and Madara takes this to mean that the Amulet has made Tobirama in love with him.
He thinks that it is defective (made Tobirama fall in love with him) ((it does not))
Heās kind of guilty, but the attention is niceā¦
Now if only the love was real
Meanwhile Tobirama noticed the Amulet because it was his really shitty wood carving attempt from when he was a kid that he threw into the woods somewhere, it has no powers and doesnāt do anything.
But because he is a perfectionist and the carving is kinda ass he is absolutely mortified and has no idea how it ended up in Madaraās hands (the merchant found a genuine senju mokuton wood necklace in the woods and figured they could scam someone)
Tobirama is trying to get rid of the amulet before Hashirama recognises it and comes to some wrong conclusion (Senju court via wood carving gifts for their intended)
except Madara thinks it has magical powers(???), thinks Tobirama is in love with him, and refuses to take it off so shenanigans ensue, kiss kiss fall in love
ALSO Madara keeps claiming his impulsive thoughts are the amuletās sage advice to him (they are not. He is just stupid.)
I've been painting this every spare minute for a month.
The sound in the background is Kipling's poem "Boots". As soon as I heard it, I wanted to draw a Naruto animation based on it. As a result, I didn't have enough energy to animate, for what I hated myself very much and devalued my work. We can say that while drawing, I was waging a war against myself...
This whole theme of the cycle of hatred in Naruto was marked with sound, a war without beginning or end. This is about the plot of the video.
I wanted to show the fates of some of the characters and how they faced the horrors of war and how it changed them forever.
disturbed by how little ppl acknowledge the secondary health risks of vampire bites. if your vampire lover is drinking your blood you MUST be up to date on your tetanus shot. puncture wounds are at especially high risk for tetanus infections. just because your partner was born in 1312 doesnāt mean you have to die like it.
moreover they should be prepping the bite point with an alcohol wipe.
and while Iām at it, Iāve noticed a blithe disregard for health & safety when it comes to blood pacts. canāt believe I have to say this but you should absolutely NOT be cutting your palm open with the pocket knife from your belt holster (??????)
if youāre expecting to be in a blood pact/oath situation please just pick up some sterile finger lancets from the pharmacy. cannot stress this all enough.
Please yāall!! tetanus is NOT caused by rusty metal. Itās a bacteria found damn near everywhere, and wounds infected with saliva are especially high risk for tetanus infections.
itās also a common misconception that vampire saliva is antiseptic. Vampires spread that myth on purpose. They also CAN cross running water. Make them bathe and brush their teeth!!!!
all the vampires in the tags saying they wonāt do this bc the alcohol will make the skin taste bad are just telling on themselves. talk about a red flag.
comparing your human loverās body to an inanimate utensil & misreading this as a PSA for the vampireās safety rather than the humanās. smh vampires continue to be so toxic š¤¦š¼āāļø
AU thatās been bouncing around in my head for a bit.
One day, at the end of fall, the Senju clan disappears.
Truth be told, they don't know long it's been before they realize. The Senju tend to go on the defensive when it's harvest season, and that usually extends into a quiet winter, at least for as long as Hashirama has been clan head. The lack of aggressive border patrols doesn't raise anyone's alarm.
No, the first word they get at something being wrong comes from a civilian woman, of all places. The kind that show up occasionally to beg the nearest shinobi clan for some charity.
Her village has been all but held hostage by bandits, she tells them, and she'd gone to the Senju who were closer, only --
Only no one had been there.
It seems like an obvious trap at first, and if not that, then perhaps the woman had just come across some abandoned place and mistaken it for the Senju village; Shinobi aren't so easy to find without a guide, after all, and the Senju especially keep themselves secreted away in the woods like animals.
Eventually they'd told her they'd look into it, just as soon as they'd figured out what had happened with the Senju.
Madara insisted on leading the scouting group himself, and he stopped in his tracks as soon as he stepped onto the other side of the river. Looked up and down the tree line with wild eyes, sharingan briefly spinning into a Mangekyo that set the rest of the squad on edge.
"There'sā¦It's nothing. And that means something's wrong." Was all he explained before demanding they move onward.
Izuna didn't understand what he meant until they were much deeper into the forest. ThereĀ is nothing wrong, no hairs on the back of his neck rising, no feeling of being watched -- and there always is, this deep in Senju territory. Related to the Mokuton, he thinks, so it was no wonder that Madara had noticed first.
So -- something happened to their clan head, Izuna reasons. Perhaps the Senju closed their compound in mourning and redirected the woman elsewhere. It's a reasonable enough explanation, but Madara won't settle until he knows for certain, so he stands by his brother's side and follows him deeper into the woods.
It wasn't as though he was wrong. Something had happened to Hashirama, and the rest of his clan with him.
The gates to the compound are closed, but there are no patrols on the walls, and no traps set on the perimeter to slow their approach. Izuna can't help the sick anxiety twisting up his throat. This has to be bait, something to lure them into a false sense of security and their eventual deaths. Nothing else makes sense.
But a glimpse over the wall show no signs of life inside. No people moving around, no laundry drying on the line, not even any noren fluttering in the wind -- for some reason they've all been taken down, leaving the compound dead and motionless.
The dread only mounts as they make their way over the wall and deeper inside. The houses are empty, stripped down to the floor mats. A few traps have been left behind, but not the dangerous ones Izuna had imagined. Just small scale things, meant to keep intruders out of the abandoned buildings. Easily disarmed, but that only adds to the unease.
They will go back and do a thorough search later, but the only clue, from out of every empty room, every cleared out cellar, every spot of turned dirt where it looked as though even some trees were taken, is in the main square. A circle of soot, smudged and stained deep into the stone. The remains of a seal that was used over and over again, already dissolved and unreadable.
The Senju must have used it. Or it must have done something to them. But what, no one has any idea.
---
The Uchiha never do quite manage to celebrate the disappearance of their enemy. Some do, and some are so clearly relived that the threat is gone, but as winter goes on the feeling that settles across the clan is one of dread. It is one part fear, not knowing what's happened to them, and one part worry about the future. Their entire lives and the lives of their ancestors are filled with memories of their war with the Senju. If they're gone, if it's over, what comes next?
Madara doesn't believe it is. Cannot accept that they are just -- gone. He gets more involved with their spy network than he ever has before hunting for a hint, and writes the daimyo informing him of the Senju's disappearance, hoping that he will get some answer when the thinly veiled request for dominion over those lands is inevitably rejected.
If your words and the rumors I have heard are true, the reply says, Then I see no reason not to accept the claim your clan has held on those lands.
Convenient, that he only acknowledges it now.
Izuna, for his part, settles on an anger that ebbs and flows between scalding rage and petty annoyance. How dare the Senju avoid the revenge that the Uchiha, that Izuna is owed.
He never lets himself slack off in training during the winter, and despite the circumstances this year is no exception. The Senju are tricky. If that mark was a seal, then Tobirama is no doubt responsible. They'll be back, probably at the most inopportune moment, but he'll be ready.
---
It hadn't been so bad, over the winter. There were normally less fights then, anyways, and they'd gotten by whole seasons without skirmishes before. But in the thaw of spring, somehow the anxiety only coils tighter.
Normally this was when they started finding Senju summons tracking their movements. When they'd inevitably get called into opposing sides under for some noble's border dispute and reignite conflict all over again.
Not this year. Somehow, the trees are quieter even on their side of the river. He shivers, when he realizes, but Izuna refuses to think about just how much of what he'd been used to had been the result of Hashirama's bloodline.
There are more missions than normal, true, but it hardly helps things. Their goal was the defeat the Senju, and denied that --
Some want to start picking new fights already, with old Senju allies. Izuna can't say he disagrees, though he knows it's unwise to do without good reason. Anyone who might have been easy to pick off has already scattered banded together with someone else.
Madara has started drinking more often. Izuna doesn't comment. He knows his brother is far from the only one.
(He's reviewed his memories, over and over, he tells Izuna, but the last time he'd seen them nothing had seemed different. It had been on a battlefield, and Hashirama had shouted for peace, had asked what he needed to do to convince him, and Madara had refused to answer, like always. If that had been an ultimatum, shouldn't there have been more?)
(Izuna has looked over his memories, too, but the only difference in Tobirama that day had been darker bags than usual under his eyes.)
Izuna can't stand the mood around the compound; half of his clan mates are acting more like their lover has died than their enemy. He takes those extra missions, and he goes. And keeps going, for days, for weeks,sometimes only staying home for hours at a time because as long as he's on a mission, he doesn't have to think about it.
---
It's a coastal town in Hot Water country, and Izuna spots a face that he attacks on instinct -- no care for the fact that they're in a public market -- his heart is busy singing not dead, not gone even as he lunges for the throat of the one who made him think it with a kunai.
It's a sloppy move, admittedly. One that Tobirama catches with an unimpressed glare.
"Must you?" He asks.
"Yes!" Izuna cries, dancing back from a returning blow that -- does not come. His breath is coming in heaves, though the fight is hardly started. He's too exited, and that means he'll get sloppy, but Tobirama isn't even in his armor right now, he's dressed down looking all the world like he's grocery shopping, so it might be even.
"You were fucking gone." Izuna accuses, "Don't think I'm about to let you get away without payback for all the lives you've taken."
Tobirama glances at the crowd that's started to form around them -- stupid move, but they haven't started pulling out flashy shinobi moves yet so they probably just think they're about to see a street fight.
"Figures." Tobirama mumbles. "It's been months already. Haven't you started to see the benefits of peace?"
Izuna sneers, draws his sword and lunges, but for some infuriating reason Tobirama is focused only on dodging, not fighting back. He seems -- disappointed, almost, which only makes it worse. How is he supposed to explain that he hasn't, that without the enemies they've all been born and raised to kill, his clan has started to stagnate into something hopeless and pathetic.
Tobirama catches sword against a sleeved kunai with a clang and holds it there.
"Consider that we've had to give up our vendettas against you, too, in doing this." He says, "Just⦠Move on. It'll be better for everyone."
An odd look passes over his face, one Izuna will replay in his memory over and over and still not understand.
"Goodbye, Izuna."
A crack of thunder breaks through the sunny afternoon air, and Tobirama Senju is gone, like the rest of his clan, without a trace.
Do you think theres someone out there on this site who is completely non lgbt yet has all their identity written out in their bio in the format of someone with detailed microlabels