#yamaanko

[naruto-shipping-confessions]

[phoenixyfriend]

I’m unironically invested in the potential of YamaAnko, KakaYama, and KakaYamaAnko.

Like, obviously, Yamato and Anko have room to get into a relationship based on “holy FUCK did Orochimaru screw me over, you can vibe with that, right?” And it grows later because all relationships should have many points of connection, not just a single shared trauma, but it’s! A solid starting point!

And Kakashi and Yamato have extensive backstory and have saved each other’s lives numerous times and lbr I don’t actually need to justify KakaYama, there’s an entire community dedicated to it.

And I’ve read Kakashi and Anko together a few times and I’m not opposed to it? Like, usually it was more “she is a relatively fun and attractive woman in Konoha that’s near his age” than anything, because it was most common in the ‘yaoi is either gross or Forbidden Interest’ era, but like. It’s got Potential.

So, obviously, I look at KakaYamaAnko and go “hell yeah.”

[danikatze]

Inktober 24th!! Prompt: chop

This is a special one, because it’s a collab with the lovely @tj-dragonblade :)) She wrote the story, I made it (partially) into a comic. Please read the full story here!

[naruto-shipping-confessions]

[phoenixyfriend]

Viewing the Wheel from the Spokes

Chapter 33: Dangerous Hobbies and Cheese Dip

I promise there's no product placement, Anko just hates talking about her feelings (and apparently likes cheese dip, who knew).

Also... they're not trying to slutshame but they might be trying to draw up a slutrubric.

I’ll get to the ask memes tomorrow, but for today... have this.

Yes, this has the ridiculously inconvenient cheese dip thing I was venting about.

[phoenixyfriend]

Viewing the Wheel from the Spokes 22

Chapter 22: Old Stories, New Clothes, and Awkward Conversations

Listen, coming back to life two to ten years after you died leaves you in a weird place. Sometimes that place is the laundry aisle.

[phoenixyfriend]

If my brain keeps sticking to Naruto then I might end up writing a YamaAnko fic. Possibly KakaYamaAnko.

I vibe with it.

[tj-dragonblade]

Fictober Day 24: “You know this, you know this to be true.”

This is a collaboration with the fabulous @danikatze utilizing both the Fictober prompt above and Inktober Day 24: Chop. Please be sure to check out the illustration here!

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“Anko, I’m home—” Yamato shut the door behind him, dropped his keys in the basket. A glance into the living room and another down the hall didn’t reveal his housemate; hoisting the bag of groceries higher on his hip, he headed for the kitchen. “Anko?”

“Yeah, in here.”

He rounded the corner and found Anko standing over the chopping board, wielding the chef’s knife from the set he’d bought when they moved in together like it was a machete.

“I’m helpin’ with dinner tonight,” she announced before he could ask, and brought the knife down again as if the carrots and celery on the board had crawled out of an open grave and she meant to send them back.

Yamato blinked, set the bag of groceries on the counter well out of her way. “But...it’s your birthday; I’m supposed to cook for you.”

“‘It’s my birthday’ means I can help if want.” Whack. Whack. Whack. “Oughta start pullin’ my weight if we’re Officially Adulting now, don’t you think?”

“What are you talking about, you do plenty—”

“I’m a fuckin’ disaster in the kitchen, you know this.” She whirled and pointed the knife at him, heedless of the mangled bits of vegetable that flung off with the motion. “You know it’s true. Quit tryin’ to spare my feelings.”

“Alright, okay. Which begs the question—” He gestured expansively at the mayhem on the cutting board.

“Can’t get better if I don’t practice, right?” She turned back, raised the knife for another gleeful chop, and Yamato winced.

“Okay but—can I offer some pointers?”

She paused to glance at him, knife still raised. “Yeah?”

“They’re vegetables; it’s not like you’ve got to kill them. Maybe come at it with a little less violence?”

Anko snorted. “Well where’s the fun in that?” But she brought the knife down with a bit more care than previously.

“You don’t even have to lift the knife off the board, really. Just use the tip like a hinge point and—here, let me show you.” He stepped close behind her, reaching to guide her hand-over-hand. “Smaller movements give you more control, and you can actually chop faster too.”

“Okay, makes sense.” She let him guide for another moment before shrugging him off. “I got it now, lemme try on my own.”

Half a moment’s observation proved she’d picked up the technique, and Yamato grinned. “Congratulations, you’re officially one step closer to being less of a disaster.”

Anko paused her much-improved chopping to flick a chunk of carrot at his forehead. “Quit bein’ so smug about it and put your damn groceries away.”

Yamato’s smile was full of fondness as he moved to comply.