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#celestewrites ⋆ thoughts, ideas, notfics
So I completely redid that concept art I did yesterday of Sakura if genma was her genin sensei, same kinda design just made it much less messy and stiff. Hope y’all like it 💙
OH and thank you everyone who reblogged/liked the last one and said nice things, it means a lot 🥹
PLEASE DONT REPOST MY ART WITHOUT PERMISSION, thank you :)
no because i was originally introduced to naruto through fanfiction not the source material so imagine the depths of my dismay when i finally got around to it only to see how underdeveloped and underutilized sakura was compared to the fics I'd been so eagerly gobbling up. look how they massacred my boy. had me sitting there on the edge of my seat each of her fights like you can do better than this! you have the potential to do better than this! clutching my head in abject sorrow when she actually got together with sasuke. like girl get up off the FLOOR I'm going to cry. you will always be real to me fanon sakura
[NAGO] - reposted w/ permission
fast forward to sasusaku dating, add in some sasukiba friendship and here you have it.
inspired by the lovely @jaz-draws-stuff‘s coffee au
Jasonette July Day Six Substitute Prompt: Put Your Head On My Shoulder @maribat-calendar-events
After texting to see which day suits both of their busy schedules, Jason takes Marinette out the following Friday.
She has what feels like the entire cavalry helping her get ready; while she rummages through her closet, Alya and Chloé are busy roleplaying and making up ridiculous scenarios over the phone, while Luka lounges on the chaise and pets Fang’s snout. She hadn’t intended on telling him about her date, but Jagged had spilled the beans for her.
“I’m just telling you to expand your options, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé scoffs, pointing a freshly-manicured nail at the screen. “I thought you designers were supposed to have an open mind.”
“Okay, one: I’m not going to Bali with a man I just met. And two: in no universe is a man I just met going to ask me to go to Bali with him!”
“C’mon, Nette, where’s the imagination?” Alya teases.
“If he’s not willing to do something as simple as that,” Chloé sniffs disdainfully, “maybe he’s not the one for you, Dupain-Cheng.”
“As if going to Bali is simple,” Marinette replies loudly, knee-deep in her closet as she looks for that one skirt she swears she’d tossed somewhere upon moving in.
“Puh-lease. It is when his last name is Wayne.”
Jackpot! The designer turns on her heel, facing her phone with the skirt in hand. “That’s—wait,” she frowns when she realizes they’re just trying to rile her up. They often do so for the main purpose of fun and the occasional secondary purpose of de-stressing. “You are too good at this, you know?”
Chloé flips her hair over her shoulder. “I’m good at everything, darling.”
