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Konoha 12 with Children Going Through the Same Trauma They Did

Tags/Warnings: Body Image Issues, Grief, Mental Health Topics, Reader Insert, No Reader Pronouns, Mild Physical Abuse (Sorry Sasuke would punt you)

Notes: Boruto who? BORUTO DOESN’T EXIST FOR THESE HEADCANONS.

Hello ive liked naruto too much for years now and i never understood what part of me got obsessed with the nara family but here i am.

I like Yoshino Nara a lot and welp there it is, I also try to draw the other naruto parents. This drawing is a little old it took me a while to get over it and post.

Enjoy!

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Hello. Happy fathers day?

I’m just confused why the parents are so pressuring their kids so much. Didn’t nobody make the chunin exams the first time

Yeah i know anon but this is something that parents do , they always want their child to be better or have things they did not have when they were the same age! The thing is I think deep down is a kind of dream to see your son accomplished but sometimes they do not realize that this is a kind of pressure, many people go through this when they go through a difficult test as one that may be for one job opportunity or to enter college! In the case of shikatema they are a very competitive couple (not so much shikamaru because he is very lazy)

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Akari Ueda

Age 22 Koume's mom. Akari is a well known blacksmith and has the skills to create almost any type of weapon (as long as it is metal). She's a silly and carefree party girl in her free time, but on the battle field she is ruthless. She isnt one to show mercy often.

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Reblog this if you are a NARUTO parents generation rper!

I am going to create a sort of masterlist including all the blog for parents generation from NARUTO series. If you wish to be inserted in it please reblog! I’ll include also OCs so don’t be afraid to reblog if you play an OC parent. :)

sorry

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

idk man. shikayoshi angst gets me.

It’s late at night. Or really early in the morning, he isn’t sure.

He enters the house quietly, still unsteady on his feet, alcohol rushing through his blood and clouding his brain. It’s not as bad as an hour ago, when he got out of the bar with Inoichi and Chouza and made the biggest fuss about getting them home before himself. He just knew what was coming once he’ll get there; and it wasn’t a happy thought.

The entrance hallway is dark, but he can see the small light coming from the living room, probably the one on the side table. It’s a bit blurry, maybe from him being drunk, or sobering up, maybe from him being tired. He doesn’t know; doesn’t care, slowly getting his shoes off, doing the same with his coat and flak jacket. That’s when he hears the footsteps, as quiet as a mouse and as the sadness she’s probably feeling, stopping a few meters away from him.

He doesn’t look up.

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flowers

Happy Valentine's day, everyone. Here, have more of my half-dead otp (who isn't half-dead yet in this) being cute.

Shikaku is totally the romantic one in their relationship. Fight me on this.

As usual, there are flowers on the dining room table when she enters it.

It’s quite early in the morning, everyone is still sleeping. But she knows exactly what happened, because it’s the same ritual every year; he gets up, to a very light knock on their window he thinks she can’t hear, before walking on tip-toes out of their room towards the entrance. She can hear every single one of his steps every year, the quiet murmurs between him and Inoichi who came to deliver the bouquet and who’s next stop will be the Akimichi’s house. She then can hear him slowly walking around the living room, trying to be quiet.

He searches for a vase he can put the flowers in, opening cupboards with what he thinks is discretion and when he finally finds one, she can hear him almost dropping it and she struggles trying not to laugh. Finally, she hears water being poured in, the light shuffling of the paper off the large bouquet of roses, before his steps come back to their room and to her ‘sleeping’ body. She can also almost hear the smirk on his face while he thinks that once again, he has fooled her.

When he gets back into bed, carelessly throwing an arm around her waist, she can feel his breath against her neck. She moves just to scare him a little, that maybe his secret mission wasn’t as successful as he thought, but all she does is turn around to find shelter in his arms, snuggling against him, burying her face in his neck. A few more minutes, still hearing his lips tugged upwards in a slight grin, and his breathing calms down. She knows he’s sleeping again.

She takes her time before actually getting up, faking sleep in the semi-darkness. There’s this warm feeling coming up from her stomach, the same exact one every year, when she realizes he does all of this only for her. She may seems pushy, a bit stern, but she melts to how much he cares.

Shikaku isn’t known to be a loving man; it’s actually quite the opposite. He is often mistaken as cold and stern, strict, possibly heartless. He’s a strategist, a man of cold logic, the man who works in the shadows, plays with them, uses them as weapons. What is there more frightening than shadows to other people’s views? Those are dark, cold and unknown. Who doesn’t fear the unknown?

But she has learned to see past the shadows, right into the light inside him. It’s not much; he does enjoy living in darkness, much more than other people. But it’s there, and very slowly through the years, she managed to bring more light with more love she has given. It’s still a work in progress. It’s not perfect, will never be, just as their marriage is. Yet, it’s when he does little things — even buying milk for her on his way home because she forgot — that she remembers she has made a huge difference in his life.

As much as he did.

Lightly kissing the skin of his neck, and still hearing him snore, she manages to get out of his arms very slowly. He doesn’t wake up, as he is quite hard to wake up anyway, and she gets up without worrying too much about the noise. Her footsteps don’t hide the excitement to see what kind of flowers he had got her this year.

And once again, she isn’t let down by the thoughtful gift. It’s cheesy — horribly cheesy when you think about who they are — and yet, she can’t help but smile. She comes closer, looking at them, bending down to smell the scent. They are beautiful, as always, multiple colors because he knows she doesn’t like plain bouquets all that much. There’s all her favorite kinds — Inoichi knows them by heart after all those years — and most people probably would call it too much.

She loves it nonetheless. Slowly picking the card out, stuck between two flowers, she reads it once. Then twice. And over and over again. It’s nothing special, it’s actually quite plain compared to the bouquet, but the words are written from his hands and once again she can’t help but smile.

'Those flowers aren’t nearly as beautiful as you. But they’ll do, right?

I love you.

P.S.: thank you for making my life worthwhile.'

Shaking her head slightly, she chuckles to the words. What an idiot she had married. Before she could move to start getting breakfast ready, two arms come to circle her waist and she can feel his chin on her shoulder and a rather sleepy ‘g’morning’.

“Good morning, my love. You’re up early, for once.” she says softly, bringing her free hand to touch his cheek. “Are those flowers from you? Nobody signed the card.”

“Mhh… I don’t think they are. Is someone trying to steal my wife away?” he answers, before yawning, taking away all the credibility he thought he had.

“Pft. As if anyone could ever do that.”

And with a knowing smile, she turns around and grabs his face, pulling him towards her. He’s grinning as well by the time she kisses him, the kind of kiss he only gets after sweet gestures towards her, the kind he likes best because he knows he deserves them to be so gentle and loving.

“Ugh, go get a room.” lets out another sleepy voice coming from the hallway and both of them start laughing.

Of course, he’d wake up to the sound of his parents making out.

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