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Borushiki informs Hiku that he will not roleplay as Boruto for her.
Sarada’s shinju is a bombshell.
Boruto and Sarada in the old west
BoruShiki and Sarada's Shinju act like psychopaths. Mitsuki, beat up, says they make a nice couple.
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Meme referenced above.
Drowning meme with skeleton replaced with Daikokuten I'm playing with HikuMomo while the KSU fic drowns. The last uchiha of mandalore and LH are in daikokuten.
Drowning meme but skeleton is replaced with Daikokuten. Ikemoto play with BSA while Kawaki drowns. Mitsuki and Eida Lore are in daikokuten.
Drowning meme, but Naruto and Hinata are in daikokuten instead of a skeleton under water.
Drowning meme. Fans drowning, Ikemoto celebrating vacation, Mitsuki is a skeleton under the water.
Many expressions of Sarada's Shinju
“The first thing you must understand is that these were bad times, as the folks would say. Saying it as though there were times that weren't bad. Memory is a funny thing, especially when held by a collective. Two concurrent years of good growing weather five decades past get jumbled up and spit back out as the golden era of your grandfather when the Divine shat sunshine and pissed the correct amount of rain all because people were better back then. Now, everybody is running around, claiming we hadn't a king because their neighbors aren't holy enough, wailing some circle of shit about men's morals offending the Divine. They curse us, causing the Lords to tax too much and the sky to rain too little. “Bad times, then. For everyone. Except for me. Truth is, when life gets hard, people want for faith, often in things they shouldn't, people they shouldn't. People like me. Or, more correctly, people like Bun, with my arm jammed up past the elbow in his ass. “Bun. That's right, his name was Bun, like half a rabbit or a whole ass, but I figured that it wasn't a proper name for the dead and future king, so I took to calling him Elion and after a fortnight he stopped protesting. After a second fortnight, he got to liking it and by the end of our second month together, he was calling himself Elion the Uniter and Bun was all but forgotten to everyone except for me. That's the knack I have with people, though. I can turn a Bun into an Elion fast as an old pimp can turn a country girl runaway into a sultry whore, making men pay for what they'd had for free in the hayloft last week—”
Master Forele looked up from his desk to see his only heir and namesake waiting in the doorway. He smiled at Niko. Over the past two winters, the boy's shoulders broadened, his stature increased, his features sharpened. His face was framed by a shaggy blond mane, cut in the short style favored by his peers, accentuating his large pale green eyes. The undertones of his gray skin were silvery and warm, much like that of his mother. Master Forele saw the shape of the man his son was becoming and it pleased him. “I am glad Lacani found you,” he said. “Please, come in.” He gestured at one of the two chairs facing his crescent-shaped desk. “There's no avoiding it. We're going to war,” Master Forele said to his son as he took his seat. “The Asha is stocking the holds as we speak. We set sail in two days. He has seen fit to draft me as a cultural liaison for the Council and given me a squad of men at my command. Your honored uncle insists that I am the only qualified individual for this position. Of course, he is correct, but...” he sighed, eyes sweeping across the books that lined his study, books that would have to remain on their shelves in his absence. “It will be an excellent opportunity to observe these semi-civilized humans in their native environment, though surely not at their greatest moment.”
A sickly orange moon, which gave no light, oozed over the horizon of the Bay of Fundi, pushing its reflection into the dark waters. On the moss-covered rocks that lined the shore, Reba Sitwell sat, rinsing two knives in the black water. Some twenty yards above the shoreline, Drew Masters changed his clothing in the dim light that came from his BMW's inside light. As he removed each article of clothing, laid them neatly on the macadam of the boat launch and applied a gold-plated Zippo lighter to them, engulfing each article of clothing in a ball of fire, which burned more quickly and more neatly than any fire ought to have. When he was at last stripped down to his boxers, which to his dismay also were speckled with blood that must have soaked through his pants, he opened his trunk, took out one of the two suitcases, and began to dress again in fresh clothing.
The lanky traveler was known well in the in the town of Grim Marsh. For five years prior, he arrived after the end of the rains with his wagon of goods and dappled white mare. Grim Marsh, uncomfortably situated in the center of Eam's largest swamp, did not receive visitors often and Alarka's arrival, bringing with him trinkets from Eam and its neighboring countries, had become something of a holiday. His ingress in the town was heralded by Jan, the healer's apprentice, who had been gathering wild stoproot by the road. He rushed into Grim Marsh, his basket not even half full, and told Tryn, the keeper of The Cup and Knife to ready a room. Tryn passed along the information to the stable boy Dar and by the time Alarka's wagon rolled into Grim Marsh, three-fourths of the town had laid down their daily labor and lolled in the doorways, watching.
Boruto making Santa noises while coming down Sarada's Chimney.
Hiku. To pull draw or attract. Also, with different kanji, can mean to run over witha car. List of likes!
Papa, I want you to meet Momo senpai. Um... hi... sir Processing. Papa, be happy. Momo-senpai is the reason why I am very horny! What do you mean you don't want to meet Mama?
Halloween Mystery from Kpop Demon Hunters
Boruto, drawn by an eight-year-old with a writing disability, yells for Sarada. He says "I told her to come back when i wink." Then, he looks unsure, saying "Hm... I wonder where Sarada is." Sarada is right behind him, huge and angry.
Shocked BoruShiki
OtsuShinju Sarada Shinju: Momo Senpai? Momo: You may speak. Sarada Shinju: What does horny mean? Borushiki: Uh, well, you see. It means... to like horns. Yes! It means to like horns! Sarada Shinju: Okay!
A lot of staring as Kawaki and Amado discuss reviving Akebi. Sumire needs a good antiperspirant.
Sumire walks in on Kawaki assaulting Sumire.
Sumire walking.
There's this thing in cheesemaking that your goal as a producer is to make the same good cheese take the same every time. It's about maintaining a style and traits consistently across the same product. I think art within a manga is the same way.
Forgive me for forgetting who pointed it out, but Ikemoto's art style makes so much more sense once you realize he just uses shading sparingly.
Shinji Sarada is being so sexy that Boruto starts to wake up. Momoshi tells the foolish lad up stay asleep.
Momo: This is not a real relationship. I'm will feed Kawaki to you, grow a chakra fruit from your body and consume it. Sarada Shinju blushes. Momo: What now? Sarada: Momo senpai wants to... eat me? Borushiki: FFS
Borushiki has Shinju Sarada gnawing on his head as Kawaki runs away. Borushiki: you're late for supper, Kawaki...
Sarada shinju is flirty in red lingerie
Sarada shinju models lingere for Borushiki who is losing his shit over it.
Sarada Shinju is trying on lingere and BoruShiki cannot handle it.
Fuck, does he ever miss that car, the feeling of its thin, hard steering wheel humming beneath his left hand, right hand wrapped around the gear shift, a hundred pounds shy of two tons of steel purring under his precise control. His fingers knew every inch of it. The spotless chrome on the wheels, the click of the door handles, the GS Stage 1 under the hood—360 horsepower and 510 foot-pounds of torque at 2,800 RPMs. He’d never put so much time and effort into anything in his life before getting that car. He didn’t know he could give anything that level of dedication until it drove into his life.
Boruto has a conversation with Koji about using hormones found in Orochimaru's hideout to get taller
Bad chibi Sarada with red karma and Hokage cape
Child Kawaki in water color.
Sarada chibi with red and brown highlights
Kawaki hadn’t been sure how his Friday night could get any worse until Sumire Kakei—five-foot-three and a few years away from being three degrees in a lab coat—plops herself down on his lap. She has the type of hips that gave soldiers a reason not to die when they went to war, legs that should have been painted on the nose of a B-17 bomber. Alberto Vargas went to his grave wishing he’d been able to paint a body like hers.
A sleeping tabby kitten is inhibiting my ability to write.
Watercolor, gel pen, marker. Arm with red karma pattern.
Word count: 4140 words.
Kawaki. Tall. Dark hair. Blond undercut. Slouched shoulders. An above-average number of piercings. Eyes the color of highly enriched uranium and just as in need of a yellow and black hazard label to warn people to stay away from him. Two years older but only one grade above her. Their longest interaction spanned across eight weeks of biology classes in 10th grade when Kawaki had to retake the course. In a stroke of madness, Ms. Mitarashi had decided to pair the student with the highest marks in the class with the student with the lowest (probably a last-ditch effort to get Kawaki’s grade up to a D so she wouldn’t have to deal with him yet again the next year). They worked as dissection partners for an entire unit. Earthworm. Dogfish shark. Perch. Frog. Sumire wielding both scalpel and pen while Kawaki’s face was buried in his folded arms beside her, snoring occasionally. He didn’t talk much, and what little he said seemed to be picked at random out of a hat of barbs, anything to deter her from engaging in further conversation.
Boruto and Sarada, two hearts on a slow-speed collision course with one another for as long as Sumire had known them—even if she had secretly yearned for one of them to jump the tracks. It’s not as though she’d been wrong to have hope: they’d denied their feelings for each other all through high school, Sarada going as far as to say that she’d sooner shave off all her hair and run naked though the lunchroom than ever date Boruto Uzumaki. And gregarious Boruto stayed uncharacteristically silent whenever the subject of Sarada arose. But the inevitable had finally come to pass sometime in the past year, over winter break if the well-maintained gossip machine run by ChoCho Akimichi was to be believed. The proof now cuddled across the room from her, light and laughing Boruto snuggled up against Sarada, her black tank top and matching ripped jean shorts making him look all the brighter by comparison. When Sumire heard that they’d finally hooked up, she expected her crush to vanish like a lifted curse, and it had felt that way right up until the second she walked into that stupid house and saw them together. The weight of it all came crashing down on her unprepared shoulders—not just her lingering feelings for Boruto, but the nagging sense she’d had for most of her life that nothing good would ever happen to her, that there was a dark cloud hanging over her head that no amount of straight-As or academic achievements could chase away. She’s doomed to be unloved, unwanted, a footnote in someone else’s award-winning paper, a side character that never got a happy ending in someone else’s story.
Bad chibi Sumire yelling FOR SCIENCE with little Nue on her head.
Diana, a little girl, surrounded be Atoria, Zika, Titi, and Lacrima. They're doing some sort of herbalist thing?
Small child Kawaki falling towards a glowing fish.
This is bullshit. Dragonball, Sailor Moon, and Pokemon were ridiculously popular in the 90s. There was never a time in the US when people "hated and looked down on anime." At the most, there was a time when people were "unaware of anime."
Sarada Shinju reads Makeout Paradise BoruShiki, pressed: Can't you just learn about the world by devouring things like a normal person?
Borushiki screams at Sarada shinju that he's not going to pollinate her. Bad chibi art.
Borushiki getting a cheeky kiss from Shinju Sarada. Bad chibi art style.
Bad chibi art style Sarada: yo, momoasshole, give him his body back. Borushiki: she reminds me of the girls back home
Small Kawaki falling towards a goldfish
A depressed Mitsuki
A small, cute Mitsuki chibi
Sumire and Amado's work space
Amado and Sumire work in the most boring open-plan office lab in the Boruto manga.
I think the reason why I don't fw m/m ships is that I don't believe men should be allowed to be happy.
We have yet to see if these opposing views will bring them together, fostering peace between the brothers, or drive them apart.
And yet, the plot has set the goals of these girls at odds with one another: Sarada believes in the goodness of her childhood friend, Himawari believes in the goodness of the boy who saved her life as well as the life of her father.