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Years

i. – @the-younger-umino​

The snow fell in cascades, melting on his reddened cheeks and nose as he slowly trudged through the village gates. Had winters in Konoha always been this cold?

Walking down the empty street, he found all the shops were closed by this time of night, all the lights of all the houses long dimmed. Turning a corner — just a little bit more, then I’m home — Hikaku came across a lone figure, looking to be standing still with their face fixed on the sky. He briefly glanced up as well, because what was so interesting that someone would stand out in negative degree weather in the dead of night?

Nothing.

Still, he sighed in content. Zany people who did absurd miscellaneous things like these are what made home feel like home. He’d missed it. It was just so cold outside.

“You shouldn’t be outside in this kind of weather,” Hikaku remarked. It took him a second to recognize the girl, coming to a stop just a few feet behind her. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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ARCHIVE

MUN -- I'd be surprised if any of my followers--who are still here--are still active to see this post, but if you are, I think you for your faith in me and for your dedication!/

Vain faith, alas...

Anyway, as the title of this post says, I’m archive-ing the blog. That is, leaving it for good, but also keeping it up as an archive of what was here. The emotional and skillful interaction was top notch! This definitely helped me hone my own skills. Thank you to everyone who was involved! It feels unfair to the ones I’ve interacted with if I were to delete everything, so I’ve decided to keep it up.

I’m not stressed anymore, and I don’t feel pressured at all. Naruto ended a while ago, though, so I suppose you can attribute this happening to a lack of interest.

(You might catch me running an BnHA RP blog sooner or later, though! lmao)

To whom it may concern:

Main Blog -- @hashirinnegan 

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Admin:

-wave

This is exactly what it looks like, a new masterlist blog for roleplayers alike.

On this blog you will find a character list, a group list, and even a fandom artist list. Before adding your blog please read over the rules. If you have any questions toss us a message/ask. 

It also helps a lot to reblog this post so that all those interested have a chance to be added. 

thank you.

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open;

i. --

“For what it’s worth, the spider burned too...”

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well..it seems this it it for me, too.

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vi. –

He didn’t have much practice with hugs. The refreshing feeling was... different. It evoked a faint sense of nostalgia from him, along with an inkling of carefully suppressed... bashfulness? Or was it felicity? Maybe just plain embarrassment. It was something way deep down -- he couldn’t tell.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. This is just how it is, right? Happiness is best as a feeling-- without the intervention of logic or reasons.”

In the same way that she didn’t, he didn’t need approval to continue being himself, either. On that note, Hikaku slowly wrapped his arms around her back in response. The feeling—whatever it was—rose to the surface calmly, peacefully, and made itself known as contentment.

“I don’t mind, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“You may feel that way, but you just do, I can’t explain what makes me happy.”

It seemed they both really didn’t want to get rid of the other, it was what made her even happier to be there with him. Kadia didn’t want to label their bond, it didn’t need one. They were who they were and that was all that really mattered. 

Even with that being said when she saw him move his arms, she didn’t waste a moment, almost jumping at him and wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. It was the first time she had felt his physical comfort and it was better than anything else. It wasn’t as if she expected him to be cold, but the warmth of his body did come as a happy surprise to her.

“Thank you…for being you.”

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Hatake Kakashi | requested by kougamy

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Reblog if you're ok with other characters developing crushes on your characters.

Just to let people know that you will not be upset or uncomfortable if their characters do develop crushes and act/make advances to your characters! Also if you’re ok with certain characters but not others than please specify!  (◡‿◡)

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iv. – “It’s not a bad thing,” he confirmed, nodding. He knew it wasn’t – good hair was a gift. A blessing.”I only find it surprising for you to think that.”

He also knew he was a bit vain, but for someone to openly agree with his opinion? “Don’t mind it, Felix, I just… get embarrassed easily.” He admitted, looking back up at her. 

❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞

i. – 

“I am strict and stern.” And definitely not soft.

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v. --

“I haven’t done anything to merit your trust, or to make you happy...” he said definitely. And I do have self-loathing tendencies at times -- not that he’d add that aloud. “...but I don’t find it ‘stupid’.”

It was true that she did seem naive to him, but that just urged him to protect her, rather than to avoid her or anything of the like. Nothing that he did for her was going out of his way. Honestly, she was in the middle of his life’s path, as it seemed. He didn’t dream of taking another route.

Hikaku glanced away for a second. He’d be a sorry excuse for an Uchiha if his eyes somehow missed when she’d jerked. He traced her swaying strands of hair briefly, before going back to her eyes. Would they always be so full of innocence?

Sighing quietly, the man unfolded his arms and let them rest at his sides. “As long as it’s ‘you’, then it’s alright to think how you want, or to do what you want... "

“I know it must sound stupid but that’s just how it is. To me, you’re not a Uchiha that is self-loathing, you are Hikaku; someone I would trust my life with, and I do. I can’t imagine a life without you in it because I don’t want that to ever happen, you give me so much happiness.”

They were indeed light and dark but that wouldn’t stop her from trying to bring a little sunshine into his life, it would be a dark day when Kadia caved into her inner dark feeling, or rather let anyone, especially him, see her that way. As much as she was always smiling, there was part of Kadia that was self-doubting. It was why she tried so hard to help him, but she never wanted to show that side.

She knew or rather thought he wouldn’t see truly how his existence meant to her, keeping a lot of it locked away. Kadia being, well Kadia jolted, almost as if she was going to jump the gap between them and give him a hug but she stopped herself, fingers coming together, nervously. The Hatake knew full well her energy and own takes on personal space were different to his.

“You don’t need to thank me, I..should thank you.”

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A Revolution

What if the people in the series ‘Naruto’ actually knew how to tend to the human mind? Astounding.

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“Why don’t I have any parents?”

The boy kept his eyes from watering this time. He didn’t want to yell again, to the point where he wouldn’t be able to hear an answer. He didn’t want to scream this time, and he didn’t want to cry.

Hiruzen looked down at the small child—Naruto Uzumaki. The boy wasn’t laughing about how many ramen flavors he would buy this time; he didn’t even thank him for the money... and why would he? The son of the Fourth Hokage, who was entrusted to him by that very same savior of the Hidden Leaf, looked worn. He looked weary and faded, even to the strands of his blonde hair. He looked too old for his young face. He looked fifty in a five-year-old body.

The Third frowned, looking the boy again. But, this time, he actually saw him. He saw him for the lonely, breaking child that he truly was.

First—he was the container of the Nine-Tails (without his knowledge or consent), only being told do deal with the consequences; to be ‘strong’. Where was this strength to come from? –  Hiruzen wondered. Where was a five-year-old with no support from anyone supposed to find it?

Second—he was hated. By just about everyone in the village, Naruto was detested. Abused. Even if the foolishness of it could sum up to: What imbecile would allow their jinchuuriki to face such peril – he still remembered Kushina’s dying words; he recalled them wishing their son to be viewed as a hero. He frowned, coming to realization: This, what was happening, was an abomination to Minato’s sacrifice; it was a danger, not only to Naruto, but to the whole village; it needed to change.

Third—he, the Third Hokage, sheltered Naruto too much. He sheltered him from the support he needed, and left him exposed to what was shattering him.

“Your parents are dead,” he firmly replied. “They’re heroes who died saving this village.”

Naruto blinked, and his eyes instantly swelled up with tears. Somewhere, inside of himself, maybe he knew. He already knew all along. “Oh,” he said quietly, hiccupping. “T-They’re… they’re dead.”

So, I’m really alone.

“You’re not alone, Naruto.” Hiruzen placed a warm hand on his head. “This is your village. This is your home; you’ll never be alone.”

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He meant it.

Far off, in the distance, with a notebook in hand, a certain man was diligently working. Looking through a hole in the fence, he made himself unseen, unknown, and undetected to his victims. His hand flew fast across the paper, writing:

Issue’s main figures: Name: Shizuku; TBD – Haru’s preferences: Undecided. Attributed to his personality.

He twirled the pencil on his finger, scanning the room carefully. There needed to be more development with him. The man sketched out new figures:

Name: Natsume: Ideal BWH: B – 36; W –  

His hand halted its writing and he narrowed his eyes. A drop of blood slide down his nostril, but he ignored it, focused on what he was seeing. “There’s… a perfect thirty-six, twenty-nine, thirty-eight in there.”

He scrawled down a quick drawing, and then the man froze when a hawk’s screech sounded from behind him, loudly echoing off of the stone walls of the alleyway he was in.

All the eyes in the room turned on him, and immediately, his mission fell into pandemonium.

“AHHH! IT’S THAT PERVERT!”

“EVERY STINKIN’ DAY, HE JUST—!”

“RUN, RUN!”

The pervert growled, casting a venomous glare at the bird behind him, before halting once he caught sight of the Leaf symbol on its back, along with a scroll. The sounds of fleeing footsteps ran from the hot springs to far, far away.

“…Old man,” he grumbled, snatching the furled parchment. The accusation sounded rich coming from someone with white hair, like him. “When will I be able to research in peace?”

As if revolted by him too, the hawk sent him a pointed glance and flew off, eager to leave. The man scoffed, ignoring it. (What right did rat-eaters have to even be capable of feeling disgust?)

His eyes scanned the letter vaguely, with annoyance. It was unusual for The Third to send him mail, and even twice as weird for him to use them for frivolities and—he scowled, rereading the words and then reading them again—it was three times as annoying for it to be something like babysitting that he was called back for.

He frowned, rereading the last few lines once more.

You’re his godfather, Jiraya. Take responsibility.

An order from your Hokage,

The Third

Signed off at the bottom of the paper in big fat characters, was the official seal of the Hokage.

Jiraiya grunted, furling the paper back into a cylinder, before stuffing it in his weapons pouch.

The old man never sent letters for something so trivial before; the hawk was high-classed, to be able to find the best spy the Hidden Leaf had to offer, so why was it being sent out for D-Ranked type missions? Well, possibly A-Ranked, at best, considering the kid’s jinchuuriki status. But he was a Sannin – and thus was plainly too good to be wasting time on babysitting missions! — ergo, this whole situation reeked of foul play.

But, regardless, official seals don’t lie. He acknowledged that it was ‘an order’ from his Hokage; not a request from his teacher; not a suggestion from his friend.

Even if it wasn’t sent by the old man, it wouldn’t hurt to check in—wouldn’t hurt to ask who got his seal, and how? How did they get it, and how did they know he was the brat’s godfather? Where did they get the hawk, and how did it find him? There was too much to be overlooked, here.

Huffing, he adjusted the scroll on his back. He could stand in place and complain, only to leave later anyway because an order is an order – or he could leave now and get this over with. For the next eleven years, if the old man really did send it. Damn.

His geta sandals clanked against the stone floors as he left.

….

Hiruzen drew a long puff from his pipe. “I confirm: I sent that letter.”

Whelp, there goes his next eleven years of freedom.

Jiraya balked. “Why?”

What could have easily been solved with, “because I’m the Hokage; don’t question me,” instead spiraled into long lists of reasons that… made a lot of sense, he had to admit.

[TBC;]

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