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it ain’t my fault.   —   est. 2013, rebooted 2016

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uchihaheiress

She pouted, “That wasn’t very nice of you…”

          He had done worse, so Shinki kept a straight face. “My apologies, Sarada-san... Just do not go near the Demon Desert, and you should be fine. Scorpions do not get inside.””

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uchihaheiress

“S-Scorpions!?” She had heard about them, but had never actually encountered the creatures.

          Was it bad that almost made him snicker? “Yes... They are closed off and often behind gates. You have nothing to truly worry over.”

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uchihaheiress

“But I just drank water five minutes ago…” Regardless, she took a sip from the canteen.

          “The heat can get to you very quickly... Especially since you are not from here. Although... You have not wandered into the scorpions... You are doing better than the last ones that came.”

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@uchihaheiress

          A canteen was held out. “You’ll need water. Or you will get heat stroke.”

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Shout-out to rpers with depression

Don’t think you need to bottle it all inside. You got friends and family here that care for you and want to help you out. Don’t let that small voice in the back of your head tell you ‘they’re busy’ or that ‘they don’t care for you’ because they do. They care so much that they are willing to stay up all night with you just to listen to you the best they possibly can.

But keep in mind we are all human, we won’t be able to be with you 24/7. But that’s why you have other friends and family to talk to. We got your back but keep in mind; you have this strength in you too to pull through this. It’s not going to stay a rough and bumpy road forever.

We all care about you so don’t let those small voices tell you otherwise.

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the legend of zelda; voe hidden within desert sand.

Should he be considered Gerudo? No, but he hardly saw himself as a Hylian either. He does not know much beyond the lore and legends, the Goddesses, the Triforce, and his power to command the earth beneath his feet. The iron keeps him warm in the icy nights, and lashes toward anyone who comes near his camp, comes near the part that he calls home.

He is an orphan, and has next to nothing in terms of family. There are two children often frequenting the Kara Kara Bazzar that he would say are his friends. But he does not have much, and he requires less. If he was to leave his desert home, he would have no idea where to go. He has his name, and a puppet he built from scavaged parts (he is quite talented with slight of hand and nimble steps leaving him hardly noticed). He also has clothing to pass as a vai.

Beyond that, the boy disappears like a mirage.

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Hey love! I'm on mobile right now so I can't check to see if you have rules but I was just wondering can I request something from you? If you don't take requests that's fine 😊

Hey ‘nonners!

It depends on what it is you’d be requesting, but I’d be happy to hear what you have in mind. If I can do it, it shall be done.

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@rcsengann

          Eyes were drawn upon the whiskered cheek, Shinki often wondered how other Jinchūriki would look, physically. “Have I done something wrong, Hokage-sama...? I could go stay with Shikamaru-oji-san if you’d rather.”

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shadowofadeer

he’s stultified within the crowd, hands dug deep within his trouser pockets, a thin line formed at his mouth. he’s never been one for crowds—why the station is this crowded is beyond him—yet he deals with it for the sake of his nephew, a boy set to arrive at any moment, now…

the clearing of a throat garners the clan patriarch’s attention; his nephew sticks out like a sore thumb with his red face-paint. soon enough, that thin line curves upward at the corners, and shikamaru places his hand on shinki’s shoulder. “hello, shinki,” he greets the boy. “your oba-san is at work, and your itoko is at school, so you’ll be stuck with me for the day. i hope that’s alright.”

          At times, the young shinobi was not a people person. They could be too loud, and too obstructive for Shinki to process. His uncle however, was one of the few that knew how to be quiet. There were little quirks that could get on Shinki’s nerves, but for the most part Shikamaru gave effort, and he was not about to say no to that. Especially when he remembered people wanted him to try harder with people.

          Shinki felt as if Shikamaru understood. With how high his father praises him, Shinki has no doubt. Not that he would say it -- he was not the sentimental kind. A small nod followed as he tried not to stand as stiff as a board following the touch. “That is fine... As long as I am not keeping you from work with Hokage-sama? I know you can become quite busy.”

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@shadowofadeer

           At the station Shinki stood close to where the train began to depart for its next destination, green eyes scanning the crowd until he found who he was looking for. His bag was adjusted beneath his cloak before he walked toward his uncle, clearing his throat to get his attention.

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thirdstartokonoha

She pulls a face for a moment, and then lets it drop with a milder expression that nonetheless hints at worry. “So it needs to be moved, geez,” She stops in the middle of the living room, pulling the pot up to her nose and inhaling. Deep in thought, she leaves the flowers near her nose. Suddenly stricken by an idea, she moves quickly back across the house and across the kitchen. “Shinki! The windowsill!”

          It was easy to stay and watch how his aunt would handle the plant. There were not many ones he cultivated to give to others, but following the suggestion given by his father, growing these for Temari was easy (and rather gladly done). He wondered how well she was with live plants. If nothing else, taking care of it could fall on Shikamaru or Shikadai but that was for later. “Mhmm...” he hummed with a nod, leaning against the counter. “That should do fine... They will just need a little water...”

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thirdstartokonoha

Shinki didn’t seem himself, but she knew better than to comment. Even so, she keeps her gaze on his, just in case he wants to meet her eyes. “They’re beautiful.” She says. “Help me decide where to put them.” Without waiting for his answer, she disappears from the doorway.

          Like a shadow the boy followed close behind Temari, his only pause coming as he let his iron sand remove his shoes. His gift was modest, but with his growing hobby he thought she would be one that would appreciate his efforts -- if only because Gaara assured him so. “It will do well in the sunlight... But it may need shade after being watered... They are still young blossoms.”

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I lost track of this blog for a little while but now that I've found you again I just wanted to say I love reading everything you write 💙💙💙

!!!!! Thank you very much friend! Means a lot. I am glad I write things you like!

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@thirdstartokonoha

          His eyes were downcast, looking at Temari’s shoes instead of her eyes. She was one he still had trouble meeting her gaze; they were a burning fire. The pot in his hands was held out, a few budding lilies breaking through. “I grew these for you, oba-sama...”

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@orphicdawn

          How had he gotten into this position? He was not the best with children, yet he stood in front of one. “... Is there something wrong?”