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ROCK LEE HAS MOVED!

After some careful long-term consideration, I’ve decided to move my Naruto muses (Hinata, Lee, and Suigetsu) onto a multimuse blog. I’d been really struggling to stay active on these blogs because I always felt so guilty when I gave one blog more attention than another.  After getting several opinions from those running multimuses, this is the decision I’ve decided to make.  

You can find my Hinata, Lee, and Suigetsu on bestninjaclub

Just a quick thing I wanna note: You are in no way obliged to interact with all of my muses. Only following to interact with my Hinata? That’s totally okay. I will not be upset if you tell me you��re only interested in certain muses. I’d love to keep interacting with everyone I was before on all three of my blogs and would hate to have that worrisome thought hanging over someone’s head.  So no, you don’t have to write with all of them!

Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me thus far.  I hope you see you follow me on my new mutlimuse so that we can continue to write together. ♡

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Hinata, theirnindo‌:

Hinata looked up to Lee when she felt his hand touch her’s and suddenly her shoulders began to relax themselves. It served to remind her that it was over now, and there was nothing here now that she should be afraid of. 

The fact that he was sympathizing with her felt foreign…though in a good way. She was sure that if she told her father about what she saw, and how much it frightened her, he would have brushed it off at best. She was supposed to be a shinobi after all. This kind of thing wasn’t supposed to phase her. The only people she would assume understood were Shino and Kiba, as they were there to feel the same fear she did. Knowing though that Lee understood, it provided her with a feeling of comfort. 

At his last statement, her eyes widened. “B-but…that means…is he…?��� Why else would he be lingering around the hospital other than to finish what he started? Lee said it himself, there was a bloodthirsty air about him while they were fighting. Surely the other wasn’t trying to kill Lee…right? But then again, there was nothing that gave Hinata any faith that that wasn’t what the other was trying to do. “I-is no one going to do anything about it…? He…he hasn’t…tried to hurt you again…h-has he…?”

Lee shakes his head in response, having no clear answer for Hinata. Though he knew, deep in his heart, that Gaara was there for him.  Why else would he be there? None of his siblings were hospitalized and he had made no friends in Konoha.  There was no other explanation. But Lee hid that explanation, the only plausible explanation, deep in the back of his mind. For if he thought on it too much, he felt he might have a heart attack.  Or something that certainly felt like a heart attack.

“If he has, I have not been made aware of it.”  Lee finally responds by answering her second question. There was quite a few days of his hospitalization that he was unconscious entirely.  Gaara could have tried then, but. .

Lee shakes his head once more, trying to rid himself of those thoughts. He’ll reach for another sweet Hinata has prepared, hoping the rich taste will bring him comfort. He takes a hearty bite. “I do not like to think about him coming here for me.  It makes me feel strange.  Like my heart is. . I do not know how to explain it.”

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My muse for Lee has kind of been limited to a select few threads so I rly apologize for lack of activity here as of late

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Hearing you laugh makes me so happy

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✉ from sakura!

manhandling meme | from @lunamnixSakura said. . ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed

A heavy sigh escapes Lee as he obliges to Sakura’s wishes.  He’ll lie his head back down on the hospital pillow, eyes closing and jaw clenching.  His lips twitch as his insides churn with many emotions: Anxiety, fear, hopelessness. . Ugh.  He loathed the hospital— Well, loathed being a patient anyway. He enjoyed his work in the therapy unit.  But being a patient. . Each time he had to lay down in a recovery bed his mind filled with gut-wrenching fears.  Fears of being unable to continue being a Shinobi.

It had almost happened once, and now he feared that outcome with every visit— Even the short visits for over-exhaustion after a mission.  And he felt like no one understood.

“You may have to restrain me, Sakura-san.” Lee finally breaks the silence, speaking through grit teeth.  He stares at her with a serious gaze. “Because I will continue to try to leave.”  He sounded angry, but it wasn’t at Sakura— It was at the angry, pounding heart in his chest.  Why couldn’t he calm down? Why couldn’t he get those stupid, irrational thoughts out of his head?

Lee will turn his face away from her as he admits his secret.  “I feel so afraid when I lay in a hospital bed.”

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☠ //unapologetic harsh training with a sword to his throat?? more likely than you think :')

manhandling meme from @masshirohebi!! ☠ - slam my muse into a wall

Lee’s head felt fuzzy from the sudden impact of his head smacking the trunk of the tree, but it is quickly drowned out by his feelings of frustration. Learning to be a swordsman was hard— Learning to fight a swordsman was hard! Orochimaru moved so fluidly, as if wielding a sword was some sort of graceful dance.  Even now, as they held a sword to Lee’s throat, they looked as though they were pausing in a dance step.

It was a little hard to focus— Lee found himself getting caught up in watching the elegant movements rather keeping his own blade raised in defense.  Elegance had always been the last thing on his mind when mastering taijutsu: It had always been about being fast and dirty, gritty and putting your everything into one simple movement.  Swordsmanship was so. . Different.

A dark thought plagues his mind: What if like ninjutsu and genjutsu, kenjutsu was impossible for him? Being graceful, being fluid— Could he really do that? Lee grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut.  He admits his self-doubt to his new teacher.

“I am lacking the grace that you possess. I do not know how to carry myself in such an elegant manner.”  Was it something that could be taught? Was there still hope for him?  He cracks one eye open.  “Is it something that can be taught?”

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Manhandling symbol starters

Send one for your muse to…

★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

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Whenever anyone from another fandom follows me I’m like wow thanks you wanna write with me??? Wow im honored. Like truly wow thanks let’s write hope you like it here. 

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some leesaku first date sketches 😊

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Sirfetch’d gets much heavier after evolving, so its lance/shield must be like 800% of its body weight. In which case I propose, An Idea

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           “The summer grasses—                                 For many brave warriors,                                            The aftermath of dreams.“ ― Matsuo Bashō

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Orochimaru, masshirohebi‌:

@beastgale The serpents knee-jerk reaction to the mans confession almost falls from their lips. Halted only by a small voice in their head that says belittling his capabilities would not be the best way to thank him for his hospitality. Given he was the only medic within these halls willing to even spare them a glance, they ought to be more careful with their words. All the same, they find the concept of a shinobi having no ninjutsu a ridiculous notion. How would he ever keep up with the rest? But then, they firmly remind themself that they rely quite drastically on powerful ninjutsu. And just how well had that worked out when they lost their very soul, and all their jutsu with it? Relying on either one, ninjutsu or tiajutsu, was equally as foolish. And while the Sannin had certainly ensured they mastered both to the best of their abilities, they would never be confident with just tiajutsu at their disposal. It was their weakest subject. Given Lee had made it to adulthood as a shinobi, through a damning war, proves that he must be doing something right. “You have no jutsu at all?” they ask curiously, for they can mind their manners only so far. Being inquisitive is simply a trait they can not deny themself.

“Then I suppose you’re wise to pick up kenjutsu, I can’t imagine having only one method of combat. Falling back on the same technique will grant enemies the ability to predict you quicker,” they mention, for they can only imagine how easy it would be to exploit a one trick pony. They had always found it better to have various tactics, to ensure predictability was out the window. To ensure they could never be read, no pattern formed to out plan. They are curious however, to see if this man can impress them without ninjutsu. They had never met someone who had earned their attention through tiajutsu alone, nothing very eye catching about such a thing. But the Sannin would never dismiss a possibility. Perhaps this one had done more with it than most. Perhaps he could prove them wrong. They never minded be wrong for the sake of learning something new.

Lee had been correct: Orochimaru had been unaware of his inability to use ninjutsu or genjutsu. Their expression doesn’t give away anything, much to Lee’s disappointment.  He’d hoped to see something— Even if it was the skeptical look he was so used to seeing from those who doubted his capabilities as a shinobi. A frown would begin to form but halt into a line when they raise a question.  So Orochimaru was intrigued! Well, maybe. It could’ve been a skeptical question. But it was a question all the same. A small smile forms on Lee’s lips.

“No jutsu at all. I have never been able to mold my chakra into anything.  I do not know why.” He’d never really had his issue analyzed, either: Was it hereditary? A spontaneous mutation? Could it be fixed? A curious thought enters his mind: Orochimaru had an interest in chakra mysteries, didn’t they? Maybe. . —

He quickly pushes the thought aside.  As much as he was thrilled that they were interested in his studying of kenjutsu, he didn’t trust them fully. Such a thought could be dangerous. Lee folds up the rest of the medical tape, allowing the movements to help him refocus his mind.  Okay. Kenjutsu.  Back on topic.

“-- Anyway. . I rely on my speed to try to keep my predictability at a minimum. But like you have said; Relying on only one method will only make me easier to predict, even if I am fast.”  A pause. His speed— That was something he worried about. How do you wield a blade and remain fast?

“How do you pick a blade?” Lee asks with his head tilted slightly to the side and his eyebrows scrunched.  “Should I have one specially made? Or would it be wiser to wait until I master the skill before I have a blade crafted?”

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Charlie, jikiai‌:

     “sure,” she replied, head tilting slightly at the unnerved tone to his grin. not for the first time does she realize how easily he smiles, even if there’s usually a suboptimal note to it.

     “arms, stomach, thighs… it’s good for all kinds of ‘em you wouldn’t expect.” her own expression changed, an almost carnivorous look in her eyes. “might want to try it sometime. i know you’re into working out. might be something different for you, doctor.” 

“Err. .” Lee’s face turns beet red. The classes she was referring to were. . Not something he’d ever consider for himself. While he didn’t doubt it was fantastic for all muscle groups, he certainly didn’t have the grace for such activities. “I do not think it is something I would be good at.”

He smiles sheepishly at her, hoping his blush will subdue.  “I do not have much elegance and gracefulness.  And I think such attributes would be required for that sort of activity.” Gulp.  “Kick-boxing is more of my speed. You do not have to be graceful for that.”

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Hello

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Neji, theirnindo‌:

“I see…” Neji turned back to face Lee. He vaguely remembered something about Lee liking Sakura when they were younger, though he never thought much of it. Back then he couldn’t see what the appeal of someone as weak as her was, and in all honesty he thought Lee was wasting his time in pursuing her. But since then he was delightfully proven wrong, with the girl having proven her strength and courage time and time again, not to mention that she was a big part of the reason he himself was still alive today. She was kind and hardworking, and while Neji was by no means an expert in love or romance, he could see her and Lee being compatible with each other. 

“Well I suppose I would be a hypocrite if I were to say you were silly for something like that. But if that’s the case, what’s stopping you from talking to her about it now?”

“Talk to Sakura about my feelings?” Lee gapes at his teammate as if he just suggested he literally try to jump over the moon. The idea sounded ridiculous— Impossible!  Lee shakes his head furiously. “I— I could not. I do not think it would be a good idea.”

More like he’s too ashamed and embarrassed to try to talk to her about his feelings.  He realizes how ridiculous he’d been when he was younger: Loudly declaring his love for a girl he didn’t even know and aggressively requesting she be his girlfriend.  Not to mention. . Sasuke.  She’d always really liked him— Loved him, maybe. What if like his own interest in her, her interest in Sasuke has never faded? Sure, he wasn’t currently in the village, and sure, she never brought him up, but. .

“I am afraid that my behavior as an adolescent has ruined all chance with her.”  He sheepishly scratches his cheek. Should he mention Sasuke? “And I am not sure what her feelings for Sasuke may be.”

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Im not in a good emotional space today but writing kind of helped. I wish I could keep doing it instead of going to class. 

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Hinata, theirnindo‌:

Hinata felt a small warmth collect in her cheeks when he called her capable, even citing her fight with Big Brother Neji to prove it. Capable was the last word she would use to describe herself as a shinobi, especially after how abysmally she had done against him. But for Lee to say that, it meant a lot. However that warm feeling soon went away when Lee had reached his point. Bloodthirsty. Hinata’s mind went back to that day in the forest, when she had seen him with those other poor genin who had lost their lives. 

She swallowed nervously and her gaze traveled down to her lap, her fists there now clenched anxiously. “I-I…I know…” she responded quietly. “I…we…in the forest…during the chunin exams…I saw him…” she began to recollect the awful memory, the feeling of her heart pounding with fear at that moment still etched into chest. “Shino, Kiba and I…we actually had collected the heaven and earth scrolls early…but Kiba wanted to collect more than one of each. S-so…we went looking for other genin teams and…we found one…but that boy…and his teammates…they had reached the other team first. We didn’t approach them because Akamaru had gotten scared…he told Kiba that he smelled blood. So we just watched from the bushes instead. And what we saw was…it was awful…” she gave a shaky breath as her shoulders tensed, the memory of it burned into her mind. 

“That boy…Gaara…he killed them. All of them, with his sand, with no remorse…” Her gaze still cast downward, she took another breath. “Maybe this sounds cowardly but…we were all afraid…afraid that we would be next…”

         Had Lee known just how awful the memory was for Hinata, he would’ve avoided further discussion about his former opponent entirely.  He watches as Hinata comes undone, fists clenched and calm composure unraveling. A flame flickers within him: A feeling of anger and. . Guilt? He wasn’t sure.  All he knew was that now more than ever, he wished he had been able to defeat Gaara.  Send him home, back to Suna and away from Hinata and her teammates.  He wished he could put her mind at ease.

         He’ll try to do so with a small gesture.  Using his arm, Lee will reach over and place a hand on top of Hinata’s; A gesture meaning that he is present and he hears her.  Feels for her.  Understands her.  Despite his desire for a rematch, he too feared Gaara.

                “I am so sorry that you had to see that, Hinata.” Lee says, voice solemn and sincere. “It sounds truly horrible.” As much as he wanted to continue to touch her hand to show support, he had to retract it: It pained his body to stay in that position for too long.

                Lee closes his eyes as he opens up. “It is not cowardly to feel fear.  I am afraid as well, even now. I have been informed that he has been seen lurking around the hospital.”