The Kybi Remembered A Time Of Peace Where The People Had Loved Him And He Had Loved Them In Return, Especially

The Kyūbi remembered a time of peace where the people had loved him and he had loved them in return, especially his own father who once had been more or less human.

He had been under the misconception that humans had some form of intelligence and compassion. He knew a lot better now.

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Second Wind by QuillQ

but when it comes to demonic cultivation, I’m the founder

Tom actually laughs, “You didn’t like the singing butterflies?”

Harry snorts, and smiles fondly at Tom. “I loved the singing butterflies.”

- Full Circle (Ch. 9) by @tetsurashian​

I had a lot of fun drawing this adorable scene. i highly recommend this fic if you need some lighthearted and funny Tomarry!

“You remind me of him, Tom. You're far too somber for a little boy.”

Tom will lean back and pull Harry with him until they’re lying down together and ask, “Who, Sirius?”

“Regulus, of course,” Sirius will snap, “Who else? It was always Regulus. Regulus was the one mum and dad wanted. Regulus was the one he-who-we’re-all-too-fucking-scared-to-name wanted. But he died, didn’t he? All branded like some slave.”

Harry might try to say something but Tom will place a hand over his mouth and then Sirius’ voice will break through the crackling of logs, his tone sad and slurring to announce, “I miss him sometimes. Doesn’t that make me terrible? Sometimes I think I miss him as much as I miss James. I miss my brother the murderer just as much as I miss my brother who my murderer brother’s master murdered. What a mess,” and he’ll hiccup, always just once, and say, “You remind me of them. Tom’s just like Regulus and Harry’s just like James and I’m just the same, aren’t I? I’ve never grown up.” If he’s really, really, drunk, he’ll add, in a hoarse whisper, “Regulus and James never got to grow up either.”

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—Dripping Fingers by May_May_0_0

Sasuke: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Naruto: An optimist sees a light at the end of a tunnel.

Sakura: A realist sees a freight train.

Kakashi: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura:

[...] A great dam has burst and Robert starts to talk, a rapid disjointed pleading to not go. He praises Lyanna, he mentions all the hunting and hawking, the letters-

He bursts into tears and makes big ugly sobs in the middle of this, his chest heaving and his hands scrubbing at his eyes like a child.

He laments having never kissed her, how he treasured the times he was allowed to hold her hand while dancing, how he was so happy to sit beside her during the feasting at the Eyrie. He confesses how he was going to try to grow Winter Roses for her in a garden in Storm’s End no matter that Cressen said they wouldn’t grow, how he would be glad to name a son Eddard after her favorite brother, and Brandon and Benjen besides, and that he will never forget her, no, he will miss her all his days.

He trailed off, sniffling.

“Robert?”

“What.”

“Will you say farewell?”

Robert makes a shaky breath and waves one hand, eyes still closed.

“What do you see?”

“She’s going. She’s going. She’s kicked her horse to a gallop and she looks- She looks beautiful and happy and-”

He sobs anew.

“Farewell,” he gasps. “Farewell my love!”

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—Down a Rabbit Hole to Westeros by Lamia_Kuei