Nagawei - ☆Naaga☆

Fox: I have the sharpest memory. Name one time I forgot something.

Thorn: You left me in the Senate parking lot like three weeks ago.

Fox: That was on purpose, try again.

After retirement, Kakashi becomes the Snoop Dogg of the Naruto world. And by that I mean, universally beloved icon with a maybe shady past who is always doing the randomest stuff.

Just side-quest after side-quest.

He's at a political summit in Iwa one minute, the next he's on a cooking show. He's a commentator for international sporting events, he's organising disaster relief efforts, he's making cameos in B-list movies, he's a member of the hokage's cabinet.

And who's going to stop him? Man speedran his shinobi career, he's done - he's finished the game. He can officially do Whatever the Fuck He Wants. You try telling war hero, soldier-since-he-was-5, and former ninja prime minister Hatake Kakashi he can't go on a hot spring world tour or invent ninja WWE. That's right, you can't.

Thomas: Newt, I think I'm in love with Minho. Newt: Congrats, you are the last one to know!

Ain’t outta options!

Its rushed and cringy but ive had it stuck in my head all fucking day

"THE IMMORTAL ANGUISH OF HEAVEN: THE TALE OF HONGYU"// Oc Lore snippet thats just for fun!!♡♡

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She has never felt such fury. Or, maybe she has, in a twisted and pleasant way. She may have always harbored this fury from moments long past.

It is hot, hotter than molten rock and bright blue flames. It burns in a spindel of heavy emotions and stifling feelings of pain, white hot and scarring. Its power burns her heart and chars her organs like a roasted chestnut. In her mind she knows this is not good, not healthy and most definitely not moral or just.

But in her heart, her soul, she desires with every inch of her being to sink her hot fury into everyone around her. She wishes to make a monster out of herself, one of magma and volcanic ash, and use her monstrous claws to snatch a man from his home, a mother from her babe. She wishes to destroy a family in her hands and when they scream, when she can see and hear the terror and anguish she has brought about their home, she wishes to devour. She wishes to devour them like a serpent, to shred their flesh with her furious teeth and let their blood turn into her fuel.

Her fury has consumed her, she knows this and she bathes in it. Her fury is hot and stifling in its temperament, and yet she still desires to know how far it can go. She wants to know, to understand.

Her mind is in jumbles and her body is heavy and tired with anger. She can't see, she can't move, yet she knows she is here. In a strange way, in a moment she can't entirely feel or realize, she cries out.

“Destroy.”

Her mind is made up and in the back of her head, deep in her being, she hears it. The rattle of bones and the shiver of a bubbling shadow cross her mind. She can see.

She sees in hues of starch gray and red, for the dead come in no other color.

In agonizing tremors and horrifying contortions of flesh, muscles pulling over bone and blood sloshing freely, her body knit itself together with the force of a thousand curses. Her fingers were all but bones and tendons when she flung a single digit out. Her hands built like claws and sharp like the steel of anchors pointed towards the dark mouth of the sky. Her great form built itself like the beginnings of a tornado, strong and vicious with a promise of death.

"Kill them!" Her great and deadly voice wailed. Her cries were guttural and unnatural, like the cries of a cougar in hunt, and left her with the roar of shaking bones in her mind.

The continuous clatter of skeletal beings just beneath her skin makes her rise up from her depths. She hears whispers of promised powers, sacred oaths and other divinities of the Realms. She is too angry to pinpoint these stories but the clatter and scratching of bone grates against her mind like the very thoughts and hushed voices are carved into her reformed skull. Her hulking form gathers, the heat of something behind her morphing into itchy chills. Like life was sucked from the atmosphere, she emerges, mighty and grand from where she dwells.

Volcano of death! Temple of torture! Anguish! Anguish! Fury to use! Power to have! Use it! Use it! Voices and shrieks that are so vile, their sound whisps like the wind. They call, scream, claw and beg to be heard, to sway her mind and heart. She growls in utter disdain.

“SIlence, all of you!”

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☆TBC☆

Modern team 7 would have a feild day with Kimimaro, they would call him Boner Boy until he whooped their ass and made them apologize😭

If spirk is grandpa yaoi then sasunaru is grandson yaoi