#ironharvests

[kyousei-archive]

     @ironharvests​ sᴀɪᴅ: die then

     ❝You wanna go?❞

[sharkfinx]

disneyland trip disneyland trip disnlay land trip... @ironharvests

[copycaat]

What The Fuck Are You Wearing, Nara?

[fightingdreamcrs-aa]

You could be so great if you’d let go of your fears, Kagura.  // @ironharvests​ // SEND YOUR THOUGHTS

The shudder that violently shoots down his spine is primal, a growing sensation of discomfort, instinct screaming get away, get away before it is subdued in an instant, buried beneath a look towards the other as he feels the hand on his shoulder. The words sink in then and he is bolstered by them, clinging to the sentiments to give him strength, to use it to support him in tackling this inherited gift from Yagura. 

It should worry him how eagerly he seeks affirmation from Shizuma, but he gives it not a second thought. Only lets his lips curl upwards in a smile, gratitude shining from his expression. He has had no one but Shizuma, ostracized as he is by the legacy that has been left by the fourth mizukage and he is so glad that there is someone who believes in him. 

“I’m trying...” he admits, tone sheepish as he speaks as he considers how little progress he is making. “I just can’t get past it... holding a blade still makes my hands tremble so much...” There’s a sense of frustration beneath his words, his desire to do well fully situated in wanting to prove Shizuma right. To prove he’s worth the time Shizuma gives him and he can be everything Shizuma believes him to be. 

He doesn’t want to consider what the alternative will bring. He’s been in that desolate, isolated place once before and never again. He can’t. The very thought of it makes his smile waver for a second before he summons it back, glancing down at his hands. 

“I’ll keep going though, if you believe I can do it, it’s only a matter of time...” he murmurs, returning his gaze to the other with a smile. “Thank you, Shizuma, you’re a good friend...” 

[tragedysworn-archive]

hm... Baki?

meme / always accepting

don’t tempt me

[divaur]

@ironharvests  excuse me this is my emotional support water/fire dynamic

[weaponwield]

Ship bias: Minato edition!

minato is a wife guy through and through ! i’m very much partial to minakushi because i think they have such a natural balance with one another. she’s intelligent and rational, abrasive and hotheaded. he’s absent minded and overly-optimistic, charismatic and patient. they ground one another; they’re a team in all things, and one so perfect at making up for what the other lacks, drawing out the greatest strengths in them both. and they share so many fundamental values and are both deeply loving, loyal, and protective of their people.

other ships with minato are hard, because there aren’t many canon character in his age bracket that we know of! i’ve seen the rare art of sakumo and minato and i truly think that’s some big brained shit. also shikamaru’s dad is a dilf so throw in shikaku and minato for fun.

i hate when people ship minato with his students so much that if you approach me about this i’ll turn into a caged gorilla and rip off ur arm. esp. kakashi bc don’t even get into the ethics of dating your deeply traumatized, lone survivor of a student oh my god.

[bredfaith-a]

shizuma is fifteen and all attitude recently. when haku tried hugging him a few moments ago, he’d sidestepped and pushed them away. the only person he’s really interested in talking to right now is mangetsu. maybe that’s why the man had followed him outside. “They’re soft. Everyone says so.” shizuma grimaces, picking his fingernails as he leans against the balcony railing of the mizukage’s house. “I don’t want people getting the wrong idea. I’m nothing like them.” // u get shitty teen shizuma for mangetsu

mangetsu leans against the door to the balcony once he closes it behind himself, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the tense lines of shizuma's back, hunched over like he does when he's uncomfortable and angry. it's funny, all the little things mangetsu's come to pick up about shizuma just from being around him for the better part of six years. i'm nothing like them, he says, as he picks at his cuticles in the same way haku does.

"do you always care this much about what other people think?" mangetsu asks, surprised at the calmness in his own voice, though he supposes he's never been the type to get angry. to raise his voice or demand answers. in his experience, it keeps people on their toes; makes them think he couldn't care less about what's going on. if only they could see the inside of his mind, the way haku's crumpled expression doesn't leave, burned into a memory that will likely never leave. "who's gonna get the wrong idea when there's no one around to see?"

on a base level, mangetsu can understand where shizuma is coming from. that is, if they were twenty-some years in the past and zabuza was still his grunting mentor refusing to show any signs of affection. it hadn't mattered, because that wasn't what they did. softness meant weakness, a hug wasn't a hug unless one person was being choked, and declarations of love usually came in the form of fighting. mangetsu never questioned it because he didn't have reason to question it, but perhaps that's why it took him years to even attempt to make his way back to kirigakure after nearly being killed. who would accept him? who would see him as anything but a failure?

a frown tugs at the corners of his lips, the silence stretching between them as shizuma huffs but doesn't respond, and mangetsu exhales a heavy sigh. "you don't owe haku anything. they're gonna love you no matter how much of a little shit you are, no matter how many times you break their heart. the wonders of having a parent that actually cares," he begins, "but i think it's real stupid to care more about the opinions of people that have done nothing for you over the feelings of the person that kissed your scraped knees and let you bite chunks out of their skin when you threw a tantrum over candy."

pushing himself from the door in order to turn and open it, mangetsu takes a step inside before stopping, hand gripping the knob tighter than necessary. "you get what you give, shizuma. remember that."

in silence, you wait patiently for spring // @ironharvests.