𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨

it's those eyes

[sunabeast]

𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. writing blog for gaara   of   the   desert   from   naruto   series. exploring  character  themes  of  finding  purpose,  what  makes  a  monster,  ode  to  the  desert

i only write with mutuals and 21+ ; blog contains canon typical themes ; my naruto knowledge is very incomplete and i can't be fucked ; blog currently does not use icons ; my gaara is transfem nonbinary with she/they pronouns ; i'm dimitri (27, they/them, desert bitch) also on @ninhand and @deerkeep. established march 2025

[sunabeast]

i dont want to promise anything but hii

[sunabeast]

hi been in mental hospital but im back and idk dont want to leave this blog

[radioactive-earthshine]

You've heard of multi-shipper now get ready for multi-headcanoner: where multiple interpretations of the same character coexist in your head and they are all great.

[sunabeast]

abolish god for inventing sad + in pain combo

[sunabeast]

suna culture is freak culture btw

[cloudabserk]

the sexism in naruto is actually so crazy and all encompassing. every female character is defined by her relationship to men. the majority are boy-crazy. and it’s constantly remarked upon how weak they are when compared to their male teammates.

not only that but the main male characters actively dislike the women they’ve been paired off with. shikamaru is into temari but his infinite dream is not having to marry her. sai ends up with ino despite finding her ugly. naruto thinks hinata is weird and boring. sasuke’s dislike of sakura is infamous.

adult men’s interest in women is seen as comical and alien. (reactions to the sexy jutsu, jiraiya harassing women). almost all of the adult men are perpetual bachelors or sex perverts (and those who aren’t are stand ins for “mom and dad”).

when boys actually do like girls, it’s to show goofy immaturity and innocence (naruto’s crush on sakura that he grows out of as he reaches maturity, lee’s crush which is dropped entirely, obitos crush on rin which lasts into adulthood just to show he isn’t entirely separate from the boy he once was)

the whole ninja society likes to imagine it is a mostly gender blind world where women can thrive but this is SO obviously untrue. women are almost always healers and support. women make up less than 1/3 of the ninjas even at genin level. girls are almost all desperate to become wives and earn the attention of boys who don’t even like them!

mikoto uchiha was a jonin and presumably directly descended from the uchiha line (based on characters commenting that she/sasuke look just like izuna uchiha), but we only ever see her retired and raising her sons while her husband gets to be clan leader. (why?? if he married into the main family and she is an extremely capable ninja??)

similarly kushina uzumaki is borderline royalty and a jinchuriki, but her husband is hokage. once again the mother carries on the burden of power (for her sons to inherit) but the father has the title and status.

even the backstory of ninja enforces this. kaguya literally ate the forbidden fruit, giving the gift of chakra to all of humanity but also dooming them to fight for eternity. literally womens original sin …

anyway it’s not that all this sexist shit is in the story. it’s that kishimoto seemingly has no idea it’s there and believes the women he writes have epic girl power. how do you even do this by accident. why does every boy hate their wife. why did kaguya commit the original sin ! the girl characters want so badly to be with a boy but they don’t even care that the boy doesn’t like them back!! sakura and hinata are in loveless marriages of obligation and THEY DONT EVEN CARE??? they’re into it??? does kishimoto think men are universally forced to marry women they don’t like? does he blame women for this?WHY IS THE ORIGINAL SIN DRIVING THE BUS ALL THE SUDDEN?

[clayxbread]

if i may...

[sunagakurenosato]

Boo! Little Gaara's shadow laughed and ran away from the figure entering the cell. They're coming!

It was not Konoha's mind scrapers, thank goodness. But Yashamaru would recognize traditional Sunan clothes anywhere. He had enough presence of mind to lift himself off the floor and the dirt, just enough to sit at attention. And with a low bow, he greeted, "Kazekage-sama."

Yasha let himself get a closer look at the new Kazekage. She was much smaller than Rasa but carried with her the same intimidating face that all the Kage before her had. And yet--- Yashamaru blinked. And it was a face that reminded him so much of---

He hasn't thought of Karura in years. A tear had built up in his eye and fallen before he could blink it away.

"It must have been a long journey," Yasha said, barely above a whisper. "All the way from Sunagakure."

Why come all this way for little old me?

[sunabeast]

gaara inhaled, her breath shook and she clutched her shirt at the belly. he’d aged, of course what else would a few decades do? how he murmured, how distant his eyes strayed, the reality of the man in front of her had an immediate effect on her.

maybe temari should’ve come in with her.

tears immediately bloomed and rolled down her cheeks, she wiped them with the hilt of her palm. it felt like she was a child again, her muscles physically tensed as if she were feeling all of the loneliness and confusion, then the betrayal and abandonment of the only adult who seemed to care about the monster child, the curse of sunagakure.

it was an intensity of emotion she grew familiar handling through her life, and immeasurably easier after shukaku’s extraction. but this circumstance was uniquely evoking.

“uncle.”

she isn’t sure what she’s pleading for, she isn’t sure what she wanted to have happen. did she want this at all, or would it have been better for yashamaru to have stayed lost in the wind and presumed dead. regardless he was here and with that gust came simultaneous memories of being cared for and being abandoned. Tears swelled again.

[sunabeast]

ok …..

minato blog?

yes!!!!

stop doing this new blog shit come on!!!!!

dimitri button!!!!!

Voting ended onFeb 23

[breakingdawnpt2]

and just when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, you want to fuck a blonde guy

[sunabeast]

hi please let me know if we have threads. i want to organize it all and figure out where im at !!

[sunabeast]

headcanons and honestly just me posting a lot of pictures from a fav artist below the cut

these are pieces by an artist i really love, lalla essaydi. i wont get into her work itself here and instead want to talk about lol naruto headcanons. specifically concerning suna, and their form of seal work.

shukaku's legend is that he is the angry spirit of a monk, later that a monk was his first jinchuriki. either way this does establish that suna has monks. perhaps gaara had the idea of marking the face with writing because it is a common spiritual and/or emotional practice originating with monks who cover themselves in seals and such. pulling from that, a young gaara permanently put a prayer or mourn for love on her face.

so i picture the monks dressed something like this. because i love this artist and these look cool as fuck and beautiful. that's the main reason.

i do like to think of karura, the sand sibling's mother, coming from a background of either training to be a monk or having been a monk. maybe much of her family is associated with this work, i'm not positive yet. maybe chiyo had been one.

i do also think the monks did a lot of science research. chemistry, medicine, geology. gaara even as a child read philosophy writings of past monks as part of her lol prepubescent existential crisis

[sunabeast]

愛 paper scraped on paper. at bedside was the kazekage turning through her report, wearing something loose and comfortable to match the late hour seen out the dark window. kankuro had been the first one to sit vigil, he was also the one to move the visitor chair from the corner of the room right next to where baki laid. gaara didn't move it when she relieved kankuro of their sibling-held duty.

"ridiculous." gaara murmured over her reading. but as she turned the paper sheet the movement of the cotton sheet next to her pulled all of the attention. eyes lifted with a quiet mix of anxiety and eagerness. "teacher?" there was an edge to her late night hushed volume. @bakisensei

[sunagakurenosato]

@sunabeast

Yashamaru lay where the Konoha-nin dropped him, like someone's forgotten doll gathering mothballs at the back of the closet. He figured that this was one of Konoha's deeper dungeons, the humid heat rising from the ground. Chakra-blocking seals kept his hands together, and snaked up his arms-- thorns digging into his chakra system.

At a distance, he could hear the light pitter patter of footsteps. Yasha-ji, a familiar voice called out, why is it so dark?

Cuz debts are due, and it was time to pay up.

Yashamaru figured that Rasa bit the bucket by now--- and beat Yasha to it, that bastard. At least, the old Kazekage let him be for a precious few years. But like all good things, Yashamaru didn't deserve it. He imagined all sorts of scenery in the darkness; imagined himself walking through the wrong coastal towns, old missions, Amegakure, somewhere in Kiri. Anything to throw off Konoha's blonde mindscrapers-- they're bound to come for him soon enough.

Yasha-ji, a little Gaara called again from the darkness. Where are you hiding! They might find you!

As he shuffled through a few more cities, the door opened.

[sunabeast]

it was a grim succession of three. gaara and her sister being led by her sister's partner, the hokage's assistant. shikamaru stopped to nondescript building, knocking a specific rhythm before opening the door and letting the two sunans enter. the entry room appeared evenly nondescript, though gaara could sense the anbu before they dropped from the ceiling to greet them in silence.

she and temari exchanged a few more words, temari holding lines in her brows and lips. the anbu released a seal and the door in front of them opened.

her gourd rattled a heavy percussion, hanging fabrics swayed with each sure step down the stairs. blocking the stray light above the kazekage. she unhooked the embroidered kazekage scarf covering the bottom half of her face, letting it dangle with the other fabrics of utility and decoration. the brittle, fragile look of her frame did little to detract from a sense of menacing cruelty of her presence. dead edge eyes betraying the tenderness she viciously regrew within.

"Yashamaru." was her only greeting.

[sunabeast]

headcanons and honestly just me posting a lot of pictures from a fav artist below the cut

these are pieces by an artist i really love, lalla essaydi. i wont get into her work itself here and instead want to talk about lol naruto headcanons. specifically concerning suna, and their form of seal work.

shukaku's legend is that he is the angry spirit of a monk, later that a monk was his first jinchuriki. either way this does establish that suna has monks. perhaps gaara had the idea of marking the face with writing because it is a common spiritual and/or emotional practice originating with monks who cover themselves in seals and such. pulling from that, a young gaara permanently put a prayer or mourn for love on her face.

so i picture the monks dressed something like this. because i love this artist and these look cool as fuck and beautiful. that's the main reason.

i do like to think of karura, the sand sibling's mother, coming from a background of either training to be a monk or having been a monk. maybe much of her family is associated with this work, i'm not positive yet. maybe chiyo had been one.

i do also think the monks did a lot of science research. chemistry, medicine, geology. gaara even as a child read philosophy writings of past monks as part of her lol prepubescent existential crisis

[bakisensei]

 how  do  i  know  that   ?       how could she knew that   …   how did baki even know that  ?   it startled him when his palm connected with gaara's boney shoulder,  so fragile, so tiny,  had she always been   this   thin  ?!    he was tasked with the care of all three of the late kage's children; but he'd been so buried under paperwork, busy trying to decipher all the lingo the council flung at him without warning.     ❝      we'll have to learn that together.     ❞     baki is not a man who smiles often, but his lips tug at both ends, in something of a strained smile; almost like the muscles in his face simply didn't understand how to move.  

he gave her shoulder a light squeeze,    the sand   …   he was so used to the sand whipping around gaara like some sort of personal storm, a wall constantly moving, twisting — protecting, he supposed.  he didn't know what happened between her and that leaf village kid but, baki was glad that it happened. no one in this village would've been able to help her see the light   …   no one would've wanted too.  (  should he send a  ‘thank you,’ note ?  ).  baki lifted his hand, gently, before allowing it to rest on his own bended knee, the hours were getting harder on him; he was only thirty-one his bones shouldn't be   this   tired, yet.      ❝      i'm willing to try,     ❞    baki says after he rubs the sleep from his remaining eye.    (  it   was   sleep, and nothing more ). 

his shoulders were stiff and his back was tired. sleep sounded wonderful, something long, unbothered and dreamless.  but there was work still to be done, and gaara   …   gaara needed him awake now more than she ever did.  that's why god made coffee pots, and baki knew one was set up a few rooms away to help keep him moving until the dust settled.     

 ❝      if you're willing to try with me.    ❞ 

[sunabeast]

when baki gave the light squeeze the gourd she carried flinched and some flakes of crusted sand dropped to the ground. her hands gripped the fabrics wrapped around her in a tight clutch, posture like a bird bone ready to snap.

naruto had friends, he was a monster like she was and he had friends. if she was just more like naruto...

the child pulled her lips wide, trying to imitate one of the blond jinchuriki's expressions. in her belly she could hear shukaku's theatrical yowling about orange twerps and pulling off frog legs and using the guy in front of them to yank off some legs. with the strange smile, gaara gave a nod to her teacher.

her hands and shoulders eased, her expression as well. glancing at the desk covered with paperwork then back to baki, "can i sit here while you work?" sleepless nights were agiven, she liked to find ways to spend her avoidance rather than lying in bed fearing for when she'd inevitable drift. 爱