defamiliarization
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It's been six months since the calamity that befell the peaceful forest of Nibel. Those that survived the ordeal still suffer from trauma that is different for each individual. Sein and the Spirit Tree are the most on-edge and nobody blames them for it.
During a weekly examination of the forest's lifeforms, they notice a new signature. One that belongs to a person. Many critters flock to Nibel to find a new home but it's incredibly rare for a person to come here, accidently or not. The wisp and tree keep a close watch on this traveller, this stranger,
A Foreigner in Nibel.
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Tweek is a simple creature with a simple routine. That's all thrown into disarray when a strange, pillowy fellow starts showing up around his home. He's never seen anything like it, and he wants to know more.
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Bloom & Doom by JonahBairdWrites
Fandoms: My Little Pony Generation 4: Friendship Is Magic (Cartoon 2010)
28 Oct 2025
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He trims hedges. He files forms. They call him The Lane-Maker when the hive starts singing. He moves the light, breaks the false notes, sets the wheel straight—then goes back to fix the flowerbed.
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"You have to change this."
ANBU Weasel finds her loyalties being tested after being sent back in time.
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Blue is a greedy lover, taking and taking until the other is clawing lines into her back with a noise of pleasure that edges into a sob as it toes the line of too much.
Then, only then, does she soften her touch, drawing back and sucking her fingers clean before leaning down to steal a tired kiss from welcoming lips.
The other’s fingers that card through her braids with searching eyes when she does no move to touch herself despite being dressed down to only her underwear, chest bare. “Do you want me to stay?” she asks and Blue hums her agreement, tracing gentle shapes on the soft belly as the other huffs. “Then come here.”
Blue grins and sprawls on top of the other who laughs but is so very careful with the way she touches her, tugging her closer without actually grabbing hold of her.
Civilians who willingly sleep with shinobi are rare but so very forgiving for what they can and cannot take as long as they get to experience that rush of adrenaline that comes from sleeping with something dangerous trapped in human shape.
Blue allows the exploration of her scars as she considers the glint of metal in the other’s lower lip.
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She does not buy a sash but she does end up with a rough hand-knitted sweater that looks like it had been made with some fifty different yarns the way it goes from a basis of a thick grey thread to thin orange and brown to green to blue to red – all in different shades.
The old lady selling it had practically forced it over her head as Gai was talking to the grandchild who had looked horrified at their grandmother’s actions while Gai had been visibly delighted.
Blue had paid in full and taken the time to compliment it – signing most in close proximity to squinting eyes after realizing the woman was deaf and nearly blind.
She’d promised to stop by for tea in two days and had been told to bring cake with a firm poke to her chest by a very delighted grandma.
Some sell civilians short but Blue likes them. It takes something to live alongside shinobi and many might be frightened and cautious and downright spiteful of them but it was never a one-sided thing. Shinobi tended to look down on civilians with an attitude better suited for a parent staring down an unruly child.
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“Can I go now, Blue-obasan? I promised to meet up with Tenten before class.”
She hums, finally releasing his head and his hands immediately darts up to gingerly explore what she’d done. “Want me to pick you up after?”
“I’m heading to Naruto’s place after,” he admits as she fishes for one of the small handheld mirrors and flips it open. “We’re doing a group project together. Sakura and Sasuke are joining too.” He tilts his head and she watches the way his shoulders subtly straightens with content amusement as he admires himself.
Shikamaru had always been a small copy of his father, subtly picking up on her sense of clothing, as children often did according to Yoshino, in an attempt to find what suited them. But the braiding she’d done was nothing like hers but something wholly his own and it had clearly caught him off-guard.
Genius he might be but different from Itachi who had a very strong sense of self – Shikamaru watches and admires and he picks what he likes but there’s a lack of self-identity because of the pressure of living up to his father's name that he’ll need to work on to avoid becoming bits and pieces of others.
“You look good,” she tells him, just to watch the tip of his ears go red, mouth twitching as he grumbles. “I’ll pick you up at Naruto’s after dinner.”
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