#celestialoculi

卍 [ There are some blogs I can’t recommend enough.

fire-hearted-father I have never seen a better Fugaku, and the mun is a great writer.

uchiha-yuka From the same mun, you have a fabulous original character.

I could recommend all of Skye’s blogs really. Danzou, Taiyou, Natsu–She has so many wonderful muses.

celestialoculi Speaking of original characters, you will never find one more well thought out than this lovely creature.

sunsetnojutsu While not very active lately, this is one of my favorite Rock Lees. Very in character, as deep as they keep him comical.

I want to recommend Celeste’s blogs, but she is no longer active. ;3; I miss her Hidan, Hizashi, and Tokuma. If she ever comes back to tumblr, I would highly recommend her blogs.

silenceindefeat They’re a great Sasuke, and their “muted” verse is a really interesting take on the character.

//I am sure you’ll do her justice! sdhkajhd gOD like I am already addicted to FFXIV for over 3 years now shkdjhas <3. I need my kitty girl <3

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BUT I HAVE SO MUCH ELSE TO DO

@celestialoculi hit the Heart

He woke up very early in the morning. Mom sent him back to bed, because he wasn’t allowed to get up until the little hand was on the six. It took him a while to go back to sleep, but he woke up the next time to his mother calling “pancakes!” from the dining room.

His dad had a mission today, but he left Iruka a birthday card in his spot at the table. Mom helped him read it out loud after breakfast, and then checked his backpack and sent him off to school with a kiss on the cheek. Not a lot of people knew it was his birthday, so he didn’t expect anything. Both his teacher and his parents explained to him that birthdays weren’t always things shinobi got to celebrate. They were treats. 

Naturally, he lit up bright the moment someone wished him ‘happy birthday’ without prompting, eyes going wide with awe when his classmate handed him a present.  

Stargate: Atlantis Starters || Accepting

The pain killers seem to be doing their job because, despite four stitches in his face and a bandage partially obscuring his vision, the toddler remains docile in the nurse’s arms until he is passed back to his mother, flopping his body weight onto her chest and loosely putting his arms around her neck. One of her hands rubs up and down his back and Iruka starts to drift off until he realizes one of the many strange sounds he hears is his mother’s sobs.

With an over exaggerated pucker of his lips, he makes a few shushing sounds. A lazy, uncoordinated hand pats at her hair, chubby fingers and nails that need a trim dragging against her face. “No cry, momma,” Iruka insists, followed by some other loose string of mostly nonsensical words that sounds like an explanation for why he is chiding her.