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KUROOKAMI TAZZ.

A single, blazing orange eye was barely visible through the left eye-hole on the wolf mask, the gaze flickering from the boy’s face to the wound she was healing. Her gloved hand hovered over it with chakra emanating from the palm. She just gave a small grunt to acknowledge his gratitude as she continued to heal his injury. She paused for the briefest of moments at the mention of Danzo before she resumed her task, taking a moment before responding, “No. I’m here as a favor to Kakashi-san.” Her voice was almost monotone, but it was low and had a warm timbre to it. She soon finished patching him up and her fingers ran over the new scar on his skin, examining her handiwork, “He asked me to watch you if he or Yamato-senpai weren’t around.”

     “SO, THEY’VE BEEN EXPECTING ME to practice without them.” He said, not particularly to the Shinobi before him. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks, repeated failures cycling through his mind -- known for his stamina yet powerless in utilizing it. An ironic tragedy only Naruto would have to play a role in. “Well, thanks, but I’m feeling better regardless. Kurama’s chakra heals me.” Maybe Naruto should’ve felt angrier being tailed -- that would be the anticipated response. But, in some sense, he understood. He knew he shouldn’t have been practicing whilst running the risk of losing control. Though he should’ve felt angry, guilt flooded his veins. He shouldn’t be out here. “I think it’s best if I go back home. What’s your name, anyway? Might as well be familiar with each other if you’re going to keep stalking me.”

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HYUUGA HINATA.

@beliefdriven·    :     “ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

the softest of giggles falls from painted lips,      the hyuuga head only barely resisting the urge to pinch his whiskered cheeks.         her teasing 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 and easy to brush off,         but naruto  HAD FALLEN  for her trap only too easily.       “    don’t get down-hearted,  naruto-kun,   ”    she murmurs,       teasing quickly turning to warm comfort,     “   i’m sure you have 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 admirers as sasuke-kun,    if not more !   ” 

“  yeah,     whatever  ---  i don’t even get what everyone sees in him.  “  he scoffed,    hands crossed in defiance.  he was being particularly ANNOYING that day,    for no reason other than chronic boredom.  hinata had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing him that day.   “  anyway,   enough about that guy. want to get some RAMEN? i promise i’ll make it worth your time. “

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okay so i really am almost done w my shika blog. i just want to make sure my about / information abt his main verses will be all good

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the dashboards on the app suck are they not in chronological order ...

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UZUMAKI BORUTO.

With a wide grin splayed across his face he followed his father towards the dining room — blue eyes took in the scene. The smell of ramen permeated the air — it was beginning to make his mouth water. Giving a small giggle of glee, he pulled out his chair and sat down, practically jumping in his seat waiting for his father to join in – chopsticks in hand. Dinner with his old man, quality time. He hasn’t felt this happy in so long — the type of joy that would make him physically squirm in a silent hallelujah. 

The chopsticks broke, but not perfectly. It was more like a snap. Boruto felt the blood drain from his face. Flashbacks began playing in his mind — Mitsuki unable to move, Kawaki protecting his father, Sarada about to be crushed…the only thing he remembered: I must protect her. Her safety was all that had mattered to him at that point in time. The future Hokage should never fall in harm’s way. His job was simple: make sure she did not fail. It was his main objective and yet somehow…Momoshiki had gotten to him. 

Iғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴇ ʙᴏʏ.

Boruto had given in and blacked out. He wanted so badly to remember what had happened – So caught up in his own mind he hadn’t realized the chopsticks he’d been holding had completely broken, clenched fist-shaking, shallow breaths. What was going on with him ? Sarada was the one that finished off Boro, right ? His hand ran through his bangs, holding on tightly to his head. ❝ N-No. I can’t remember ! I-I didn’t do anything, it was Sarada, right ? Right, tou-chan ?! ❞ Pleading eyes fell onto his father. His old man wouldn’t know, would he ? No, he was out cold while they battled — so why did he …

      ANXIETY PIERCED HIM LIKE A DAGGER as he rushed off his seat to hold Boruto, catching his chopsticks as they fell in pieces. Naruto gritted his teeth in anger - mainly with himself. He should’ve seen this coming. That sinister night  left a scar on Boruto -- and, today, it bled. On his birthday. Symbolically and ironically. Reminding Naruto of his inadequacies. He held his son tightly, picking him up and carrying him over to the couch. He needn’t stay in the same environment that triggered him. 

      “Hey, calm down.” He tried to say soothingly. During a moment like this, he only wished Hinata-kun was home. “Listen to me. You didn’t do anything. What happened that day -------- you tried your best. We all did.”

      Though he didn’t like to admit it, Naruto wasn’t always the greatest with words. Not when anxiety jeopardized his ability to think. He took a moment to collect himself, allowing a second of silence to pass by. It was difficult to hear his thoughts over the sound of his thrashing heart. But as he took a deep breath, he found Kurama’s voice and managed to re-establish composure, clear-mindedness finally returning to him.

      When he opened his eyes again, he felt the world reach balance. The room stopped moving, and his heart stopped pounding. There was clarity again, and he hoped he could return some back to Boruto too. “Can I tell you a story? I don’t even think Hinata-kun knows about this one.”

      He sat beside Boruto. Maybe if he acted calm, Boruto would follow suit. “A really long time ago, back when I was a Genin, only four years older than you, I did something really bad. Not intentionally -- really, it was out of my control. But it haunted me. I didn’t always have a bond with Kurama. On the contrary, he sort of... controlled me. Well, one day when I was in a confrontation with someone, and I lost control over myself, inconsequentially hurting those around me. Including Sakura-sama. A few hours later, I had to watch her lie to me and pretend like nothing happened, but then I saw her patching up a nasty wound I realized I had left. My point is -- sometimes things happen. Bad things. Things that make us feel sick to our stomachs. And we don’t really have control over when we remember them, but what’s important to remember beside those dark times is that you did your best. Because you did everything you could, and that no one blames you for anything that happened. Sakura didn’t. In fact, after that, I vowed to never rely on Kurama’s chakra ever again. So I didn’t. The next time I used my strength, I had mastered Sage Mode. And, eventually after that, I mended my relationship with Kurama.”

      He gleamed at Boruto, warmed by memories both good and bad. Things were so different, and he’d no idea they’d turn out this way. “Things felt a lot bigger than they were when I was younger. But this isn’t about me, really. My point being that Sarada understands. You both will grow because of this, not waver. Things don’t always work out the way you plan, but life has an odd way of falling back into rhythm. I’m sorry you had to go through this. It’s a powerful burden that was placed on your shoulders, but I have faith that you’ll be able to navigate it. And you won’t be alone. Your team, myself, Hinata, and Himawari are here. To keep you fighting. To be there as a pillar when you’re not alright. Just promise me you won’t forget that the next time something like this happens.”

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Things a new rp partner should know about me !

fun new meme here ! write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp and not to other interests. (also don’t write you are a dork/gremlin/etc. this is tumblr, of course you are)

Tagged by: @takakra / @gamaseal Tagging:  @wokasho, @vrulence, @shikkotsunin, @rasenbastic, @chidorikiller + anyone else who wants to take this!

firstly, i’m extremely communicative. chances are if you want to discuss something between your muse & mine, i’ll ( generally ) be super engaging. i can do things like spam / send messages in chunks of thoughts, so i imagine i can be pretty overwhelming. however, i really love discussing things with people. and i love when that energy is reciprocated. not everyone’s able to be that chatter-boxy, so i understand. i think it’s just a me thing lol.

i’m just here to have fun. i don’t want any drama & i simply use roleplaying as means to express my creative writing. i cannot stress this enough - that’s all it is to me. i don’t take it any more serious than that lol.

i can be slow at times, but i’m particularly engaged with plotted things. i like going back and forth with super challenging threads. sometimes it can be difficult for me to string along a thought carefully, so if that’s the case, i’m most likely trying to understand where i want to be with my muse. this is my first time rping naruto, so that’s a heads up. but things that tend to draw out my muse, i’m most likely to engage with repetitively. hit me with your plots pls.

so, not a ton of my muses are canon divergent (currently) as far as storyline goes, but there are personality elements that i change. i really enjoy my headcanons and the canon divergence i do tend to go with, so i think those are important to sift through once i make the headcanons page. regardless of whether or not you’ve read them, i’m going to include them in our thread.

i am fiend for angsty threads. i love fluff too, of course, but i find my angsty threads to be my favorite. so, if you like angst, hit me up.

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      “BECAUSE WE’RE FAMILY.” Typical of Sasuke to wear his mask, fronting a performance around others. Never dropping the veil. In all their time spent together, he’d seen that mask come off during isolated events. And, after everything he’d been through, Naruto couldn’t blame him. But Naruto wasn’t one to give up -- or run away from a challenge. “Family doesn’t give up on family, Sasuke-kun. No matter how far you run, you can always count on me to be there to burst your bubble. You walk like you’re alone, but you’re not. And I’ll never let you forget that.”

      He dared to step closer, if only to remind him of how they felt around one another. The bond they shared ... the one Sasuke fought so vehemently to destroy ... burned even miles apart. A fire that roared as wildly as theirs could not be put out by a measly water bucket. It’d take oceans - and, even then, it would still burn. Sasuke could keep trying - and, undoubtedly, he would - but it wouldn’t change a thing. 

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UCHIHA MADARA.

“I don’t disparage the entire population; I simply have little patience for idiots who cannot see the blood on the hands of the very thing they pledge blind loyalty to. All I hear is an impressionable boy parroting back what he’s been indoctrinated with his entire life. Do you have a single thought rattling in that skull of yours that wasn’t beaten into you by militant loyalists, boy?” People who would become corrosively antagonistic the moment a dissenting opinion was presented to them. Who couldn’t see past the walls of the village of a place slowly digesting their vitality for the sake of its own greed, even when the age of their necessity was fast becoming eclipsed. “You want to protect your family, your friends, yes? So why must an unknowing clan die for the sake of a dissenting few who wouldn’t be listened to by those that hated them? I remember your revered Councilmen back when they were snot-nosed little shits. They were as blindly inculcated as you, Uzumaki. Told that we Uchiha are a clan of evil with no quarter. Sasuke didn’t understand; he only believes he’s inhuman beast so thoroughly that he knows no other truth than to yield to the village you treat as a god. There was no need for war, or genocide. The simple fact of the matter is that a few vicious cunts wanted us wiped from the face of the earth over an issue they exacerbated.” Coal browns narrow at the blond, the boy who didn’t even realize his own painful naivete and youth. “Keep talking around the issue, if you’d like. Regardless, no Uchiha now or ever will become a terrorist for the sake of feeding some bloodthirsty village you think is so benevolent.”

      “YOUR RADICAL ADHERENCE TO YOUR DOGMA clouds your own judgment, old man. You spew the same ideology you condemn me for doing so. Obviously life isn’t perfect. You think I don’t know that?” He looks down, trembling in anxiety. Naruto wasn’t stranger to the horrors of the world, and they were not strangers to him. He didn’t live in some fairytale kingdom. His grip on the door tightened, and, at this rate, part of it would break. Anger rose with every growing shake & quiver. “Listen,” he tried rationalizing, “you think I don’t get it, but I do. I watched what happened to myself and Sasuke growing up. I’ve watched what happened to Nagato - er, I mean Pein -- and to Itachi. It may have taken me a while to understand it all, but I do now. I don’t have some twisted version of the world; I just have a positive vision for it. You don’t have to agree, but you can’t view it solely from your perspective. People are trying to change. We’re all trying to change -- to be better. I get that you were hurt, but there has to be part of you that wants to try to mend ties some day. It wasn’t always bad. Do you still have no sympathy for all that you and Hashirama tried to create?” He stopped, releasing a nervous puff of air. His grip on the door loosened, and he moved his hand back to his side. They wouldn’t get anywhere with this. It was better to just leave. “I think it’s best if I go. I really hope you’ll consider trying to meet us halfway sometime. It looks like you have a great village in the works.”

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kikage·:

you can’t  disown yOUR OWN FATHER OVER RAMEN

not with that attitude i cant. believe it

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@kikage​ sorry i think im taking applicants for a new father on the account that u dont like ramen xxx

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*likes your post* a great interaction, we are truly bonding

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                        what’s up my dudes —- it’s tae and this is a revamped, private and selective, dash only blog for kushina uzumaki. so hit that like button or reblog if you’re interested in interacting !!!

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❀ My pin-up ❀ 

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I’ve learned to lose you,                          don’t you know can’t afford to.                                       I’m no good for you?

                         I could lie,   say I like it like that.                          but nothing is better sometimes                        once we’ve both said our goodbyes                      let’s just let it go            let me let you go

         jiraiya & tsunade of kishimoto’s naruto.  by  lemon & vesta                    UNDER CO.   &  dash only temp.