#thousandbirds

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Me: yeah guys I’m totally over my Naruto phase I’m not even that big of a fan

*sees Kakashi on my dash*

Me: I am a sinner and a liar, and may god have mercy on my soul

[springhealer]

✿ ✿ ✿ >:3c // @thousandbirds​!!!    ( SAKURA IN SENSEI’S OUTFIT. )

[movedfistsbled]

@thousandbirds​      said         : gently bops his head with a book, ' hey. don't you think you should be sleeping at this time? '

as  if  lee  could         sleep         excited  as  he  was  .     exactly         TWO    WEEKS    AGO         maito  gai  was  called  to  duty  .        and         ,      of      course      ,      gai  hadn’t  left  his  pupil  without  a  task  .                                     (            to    train    the    konoha    shōfū    until    his    return            )                                      a  rare  image  indeed  ,  to  see  rock  lee  train  anything  else  .    to  not  have  dirt  cling  to  his  body  .      along  with  the  subtle  stench  of  dried  blood  .              HYPER    FOCUSED    AS    THE    BOY    WAS    .

and  endeavours  have  payed  off  .     seemingly         effortless         the  genin  leaped  into  the  air  .            leaving  no  wood  log  ,  rock  or  training  dummy  in  his  wake  .                                              but    he    was    yet    to    be    satisfied                                             if  gai  -  sensei  returned  tomorrow  ,  he  wanted  to  see  these  warm  dark  eyes        swell    with    pride        .       he  wanted  to  be  praised         &&         hugged    .                      to    have    gai    give    him    the    most    attention                                                   lee  had  not  noticed  the  sun’s  descent  ,  and  he  did  not  want  to  guess  just  how  close  to  midnight  they  were  .        or  if  they  had        passed    it        already  .                            his  smile  was  confident  ,  as  if  the  boy  didn’t  even  know  the  word         exhaustion         .                                                                         ❛            i    am    not    done    yet    .          ❜

[hwagah]

❝      WHAT   DO   OLDER   SHINOBI,      former   anbu,   do   when   they’re   older ?   i   can’t   seem   to   think   of   a   different   life   for   myself.   i  don’t   think   i   want   to   go   back.      ❞

@thousandbirds​      /      unprompted   starter !

[yoakkemae-moved]

@thousandbirds.

‘ ‘kashi-nii, pick me up ! ’ the red-head four year old is utterly insistent on his aspiration to get a ride from his big brother. both of his arms are raised high, the hem of his dark blue t-shirt fluttering in the wind, as he waggles his fingers as if in attempt to make kashi-nii pick him up even faster. ‘ c’mon, ramen, ramen ! ’

[windcontrol]

thousandbirds    said:   kakashi + 13 ? PALETTE  CHALLENGE .    ( an  attempt   !  )

[loveoaths]

PROMPTED ASK !

FOR EACH “⭐️” I GET, I’LL WRITE A HEADCANON ABOUT OUR MUSES.

afterward, haku tries not to hold a grudge against kakashi.

haku isn’t the begrudging type. they’ve been a professional bounty-hunter & shinobi for most of their life. they have killed people they’ve liked & people they haven’t in equal measure. they have killed old friends & familiar faces in order to protect themselves, cutting down any hunter nin ordered to haul them & zabuza back to kirigakure dead or alive. haku hadn’t enjoyed most of those kills, had actively hoped to avoid them by outrunning their captors, but when push came to shove it was their needles piercing through an old friend’s jugular & major arteries. they would make eye contact, & the dying would nod, bloody grins slacking as the spirit left their bodies: job well done.

what happened on the bridge wasn’t personal. they know this. both sides had jobs to do. kakashi’s did it better. nothing personal. they know this. they accept this. it is the shinobi way. it is the only way they have ever known.

& yet.

it is hard to look at him, sometimes, & see anything but the man who buried his hand in their chest & tore their heart out. the ugly chakra-burned skin warping the left side of haku’s chest is nothing compared to the aching hole left behind by zabuza’s absence. kakashi punched through the warmth haku had finally built for themselves in this cold cold world & tore it out by the root, left behind purposelessness, despair, & loss, & then cauterized the wound as he pulled free.

haku knows what it means to be an orphan. they did not expect it to hurt so much more the second time around.

it is not a question of forgiveness, but acceptance. zabuza is dead. kakashi is not. it is up to haku to go on living. that is all there is to it.

but on the days they catch a glimpse of white hair & the scars across their chest itch & burn, haku remembers it was too cold for even flies to attend zabuza’s patchwork funeral, & it is difficult for them to breathe, let alone believe.

@thousandbirds​

[wokasho]

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i heard she fought 100 enemy nin and won. i heard she can carry twenty akamichi in her back. i heard she once broke rock lee’s arm doing arm wrestling.

and she did that wearing heels