#sasuke is a ghost

[pinkhairedlily]

Haruno Sakura was full of contradictions. 

The same gentle hands that heal can shatter a body’s innards in one punch. Delicate, spring features — rose and jade — a front to her loudmouth tendencies. A lonely girl surrounded by friends and family.

Sasuke wished he could stay next to her and never leave.

She hated snakes. 

Mostly because of Orochimaru. And the cursed mark seal. And how it took him away from her when youth was a folly.

She made sure of it when he tried to coax a friend of Aoda to slither next to her on the forest floor, a harmless garter snake which almost mimics the green of her eyes. It took a while before she truly saw it. The thing moved through the undergrowth and broke its camouflage in the verdant blades of the grass. Sasuke almost felt the warmth and softness of her ankle when she drove the kunai into the snake’s head.

Pitiful.

She broke down after seeing the dotted blood on the leaves. Hacking sobs and wheezing breaths punctuated the silence of the canopy. He can hear her grief just like how the roots of century old trees drink her tears. The sight seemed foreign to Sasuke. After the war, Sakura never let anyone have a glimpse of her vulnerability or her indecisiveness or her fragility. Only to him did she show her soul, bared in all its naked honesty.

The garter snake disappeared quickly while Aoda spewed profanities. Sasuke only smirked in half satisfaction, half relief.

“And you’re wasting precious remaining time on this nonsense!” It was the last of Aoda’s admonitions to him. The fondness of a summon towards its master peeked through during that moment; they needn’t say more. 

Later on, he would send out his favorite hawks. They were familiar with her scent and she with them. At first, it was a reunion, a denial, and she welcomed them like a distant memory coming alive in front of her. She’d give them pecks on top of their heads, and they would ruffle their feathers to hide the embarrassment. She’d laugh — it always sounded like stardust — and then she’d give them treats. 

But when they kept coming in with empty talons, the memories started fading away and she resorted to ignoring them. Now, they were just birds perching on the open window of her office, interested in all the shiny things on the one side of her desk. A crystal pen. A snowball paperweight. Sasuke’s hitai-ate.

He thought she’d give this cat away. Fuwa, a black domestic short-haired, had wandered into her unit one stormy night with a gouged eye. It scratched her when she tried petting it, but she didn’t stop until she managed to heal it. She was covered in deep claw-induced lacerations and bite marks, but she was happy.

“You’re just like him,” she told Fuwa who slowly made his way to rub his damp head against her palm. “You’re…just…like…Sasuke-kun.”

That night, she slept with the cat cradled in her arms. He soaked it in — all of her warmth, her languid breath, the length of her limbs, the vibration of her snores, the feel of her hair — before he finally went away.

After all, a soul can only linger for at most one hundred days on Earth, and then it was time to cross over. Sasuke wished he could stay for one hundred years more. 

He felt himself fading little by little, his connections to otherworldly creatures fraying. Today Sasuke was just a passing breeze attempting to hold Sakura’s hand in the middle of the market. She stopped by a plant vendor and eyed a pot of camellias.

“That one please.” The ring he hastily made on his deathbed glinted against the sifting sunshine. He never had the chance to marry her, but she wore it like they did.

The plant vendor came back and gave her a different pot, still a camellia, but this one had a budding flower.

“Beautiful,” Sakura whispered.

She carefully secured it in the crook of her arm while the other hand stretched out its fingers. It was an unconscious tick, a fading remnant of what once was, when another hand would clasp and fill the spaces, and they would walk together through the crowd.

Sasuke held her hand even if he was merely a gust of wind. Standing next to her like this was his only wish. 

He could do it forever. He would like to do it forever.

But it was time to go.

Haruno Sakura was full of contradictions. The same gentle hands that heal can shatter a body’s innards in one punch. Delicate, spring features — rose and jade — a front to her loudmouth tendencies. A lonely girl surrounded by friends and family. The other half of her heart still beating while the other half died.

[skypperlegacy]

Help for Venezuela. REBLOG PLEASE.

Help me spread the word about what is happening in my country.I don't want to cry anymore thinking about what is going to happen to my family, or my friends. Many in my generation have committed suicide due to the desperation of the current crisis, others have left their university careers to go to work at an early age for a starvation wage. Please, I just want to stop suffering, I don't want to cry anymore, I just want a normal adolescence for all young people. My people need FREEDOM.

[ladykissingfish]

*Kakashi and Obito fighting each other*

Kakashi: Obito! Stop!! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I killed Rin! But I didn’t have a choice! She —

Obito: I know that, Bakashi!! That isn’t what this is about!

Kakashi: Then what —

Obito: You NEVER answered my marriage proposal!! And it’s been over ten years!

Kakashi: M-m-marriage proposal?! When the hell did you ever ask me to marry you?

Obito: *points* I GAVE YOU MY EYE, FUCKER! The only reason Uchihas ever give their eye to a someone else is to ask them to enter into marriage!

Kakashi: I .. I … d-didn’t you say that this was a gift for my promotion to Jounin?

Obito: Kakashi … even all the way back at thirteen, I knew wanted you to be my husband. Before we went on the Kannabi mission, Rin had helped me pick out flowers and candy, and she had been studying for a week on how to remove my eye and give it to you …

Kakashi: Obito … I never knew … all these years of mourning you! If I had known the truth then I would have left Konoha and spent my life trying to find you …

Obito: So … do you accept — ?

Kakashi: *tears in eyes* I do! I do! *jumps into Obito’s arms* I’ve loved you all these years, and —

Madara, behind Obito: For God’s sake, boy, what the hell are you doing?!

Sakura: Sensei, respectfully … what the fuck is going on right now?

Naruto, pouting: Sasuke never gave ME his eye …

[dolliestfairy]

Tw : Roleplay, Dubcon, smut, and maybe a lil of innocent kink? idk. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned. 𐚁

ׅ𝅄ֹ ׅ Minors Do Not Interact 𝅄ֹ ׅ

Currently thinking about men who loves Roleplay. men who loves dressing you up, men who love seeing you in those cute, fancy, frilly clothes that compliments your best feature, and then fuck you in it until you cant think straight. men who loves seeing the makeup become messy from all the kissing and stuff, men who loves to fuck you in stockings and heels, seeing those thick plush thighs of yours tracked all over it. men who is thrilled enough to fuck you in a ripped clothes, while saying you're all his and his, and nobody to have. those are the type of men who just love to see you dressing all pretty for him, no mather if the theme is cute, soft, dolly fairy, or even goth, vampire and stuff, the only goal you're gonna achieved is by getting your cunt full of his cums for the rest of the day, while witnessing your wigs and makeups go messy like hell, your pretty clothes are teared up, and your legs are soaking. and at the end, it was all just for him and him only ♡.

ׅ𝅄ֹ ׅ The Men that I'm Talking about are ; TOJI, SUKUNA, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, GOJO SATORU, Geto, MADARA, MIYA TWINS, Tsukishima Kei, KUROO TETSURO, CHILDE, Scaramouche, Kaeya, OIKAWA, Qin Shi Huang, ALEC, Lev Haiba, HATAKE KAKASHI, HIDAN, DOUMA, Tengen, Suna Rintaro, JIRAIYA, Eren Yeager, Dazai, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, SASUKE, Miguel, Itoshi Rin, Sae Itoshi.

© Dolliestfairy's Work | No Repost on other platforms without my Permissions.

[likethecolorblog]

Smut pt2

⚠️: A little of smut , Any POV

(English is not my first language, I hope you like and if you have advices to me or any recommendations it would be happily accepted, Have a nice day♡♡)

After it feels like ages I got finally him to be the submissive and begging one today, I was smirking at him, the poor boy kneeling infront of me, hands tie, sweaty and of course that smile of him, to be honest I don't know if he is proud or he has something under his sleeve.

I press my foot in his crotch softly but with a little of pressure "f..uck" he moan softly, my grin go wild as I press more hard his crotch "what's wrong?" I mock him

After what feel like ages I was teasing his dick, going slowly up and down on him smiling and stopping my movements, he was going wild and mad "you teasing little bitch... I'm gonna ruin you" I squeeze his dick giggling as I keep my torturing pace, while I was in my world I gag hard feeling his hand in my head making me suck him entirely "Wh- what the fuck?" I breathly said flustered looking at him, his hands were untie and he was smirking "told ya... I'm gonna fucking ruin you"

Characters: Dabi, Ronoroa Zoro, Eustass kidd, Sasuke, Ban, Yami, tsukishima, Simon Ghost Riley, Kratos, Chrollo, Illumi

[skypperlegacy]

Hello. I'm really sorry I haven't updated here, I really don't know how many people are going to see this. The place in the photo above is called Catia, it is a popular lower-middle class area close to where I live.

Currently in Venezuela the largest electoral fraud in its history is occurring. Thousands of people around the country are protesting against A DICTATORSHIP that has left the minimum wage in misery, economic support for elderly adults in almost nothing, and universities in ruins thanks to the fact that the governors steal the money. money that is destined to fix them. There are few artists or public figures in my country who say anything about it, since many of them have bought their silence. Please, many in our peaceful protests have been kidnapped by the national guard, and they are minors. They are transferred to El Helicoide, the largest torture center in the country.

I am currently serving first aid during the protests, but I also fear for my life. There are seniors and many young people with us. Today a guard almost stole my cell phone.

You would help us a lot as a nation by reblogging this and spreading it, thank you very much. May the virgin bless you.

[ladykissingfish]

*Kushina and Minato, getting Naruto ready for trick or treating*

Kushina: Okay, let me just straighten your tail and … there! *kisses him* My little fox looks perfect!

Naruto: *wiping off his cheek* Mom! Don’t be gross!

Naruto: Dad, aren’t I old enough to go on my own with Sasuke and Sakura? We’re already five for gosh sake!

Kushina: No you’re not, young man! You —

Minato: No doubt you’re big enough, and brave. So brave I wonder if I can ask you a favor?

Naruto: A favor?

Minato: Yes. You know my students, right? Well they’re good kids and all, but even though they’re 17 year olds, they’re really a bunch of scaredy-cats. I was hoping you and your friends could go with them to keep an eye on them tonight.

Naruto: Well I guess if it’s helping you out, dattebayo. They can come along with us!

*the doorbell rings*

Kushina: *answers it* Oh, look at how cute!

*Kakashi, Obito and Rin stand there. Rin is dressed as a sunflower, Obito a bumblebee and Kakashi a watering can*

Rin: Hi Kushina-san, Minato-sensei! We’re here to pick up Naruto!

Minato: Perfect. And you’re picking up Sasuke and Sakura along the way, right?

Obito: Roger! 

Kakashi: Don’t worry, their safety is our number one priority.

Obito: *holds out his hand to Naruto* C’mon kid, let’s —

Naruto: Geez, we haven’t even left the house and you need someone to hold your hand already? How sad … *takes Obito’s hand while Kakashi snickers* Well let’s go!

*the four of them leave and once the door is shut, Minato and Kushina burst out laughing*

Kushina: Ohhhh that was funny! *wipes tears from her eyes* Good job on convincing Naruto that they were the ones who needed escorts, and not the other way around.

Minato: Actually that’s not entirely a lie. Obito will jump at his own shadow. Remember last year?

Kushina: Oh god … when I had that Halloween party and one of their friends dressed as a ghost and “surprised” him in the yard?? And he ran away screaming?

Minato: And it took two days for us to catch him and bring him back. *chuckles* Maybe we should have sent MORE of the village kids with them.

Kushina: Agreed.

[consideredahazard]

In Naruto stomachs are a different kind

Toad: I have a Jiraiya inside my stomach. Naruto: I have a fox, a toad and a crow inside my stomach. Jiraiya: I summon the inside of a toad's stomach. Orochimaru: I have a weapons pouch inside my stomach and some other stuff, it's basically my purse.

[peachsukii]

Just because I’m curious to know…

Tell me why in the tags! And if you have some, which one your favorite is. 💕

[princesslocust]

naruto but like.. itachi did kill sasuke that day (and then himself bcs he couldnt live with it) and then sasuke is just a ghost that follows naruto around.......

and then naruto is the one who works w madara and wants to take down konoha....... like........ juts think about it gang.... let it simmer...

[lyquoritte]

For @obito-week​.

The day Sasuke sets foot back in the Uchiha Compound (he’s brave, not weak; he could have come back sooner, but the hospital staff wouldn’t let him, he tells himself), he walks past his family home, not sparing it a glance (he’s brave, brave, not weak) and heads straight for the Naka Shrine. He wants to pay his respects, to show his parents he survived, to tell them he’ll avenge them (he’s not weak, he can do it).

Instead, he cries for the first time since That Day. That’s alright, because he’s all alone, no one has to know. No one will see (ghosts aren’t real).

Except someone does (and they are).

Sasuke makes an unlikely friend.

-

Obito wakes up after the rockfall, expecting the Pure Lands to greet him. Meeting his parents would be nice. Instead, he opens his eyes to an ornate ceiling, and quickly realises he can’t shirk his duty to the Clan, even in death.

It’s a lonely, pointless life as a priest when no one can see you, when the thing you are guarding can’t possibly escape the moon. It’s even lonelier when your Clan moves on without you, leaving behind a one-ghost ghost town.

Not long after, the sound of pitiful crying wakes him from his daze. He doesn’t expect those pitch black, watery eyes to settle on him.

-

Bingo card below:

[kcuf-ad]

The moment I love a character is the moment I start throwing hands on any slander.

[seinnens]

Roleswap!AU where Lost Kin takes up the task of defeating The Radiance instead of The Knight, who never managed to make it out of the Abyss...

[shutit-haha]

ok but here me out.

They handcuff your hands together, slotting them behind his thighs. As a punishment you have to sit on his feet while he does shirtless sit ups. Your stuck there, hands tied- and squished-around his legs. Everytime he comes up your eyes flutter shut and you lean forward to kiss him, but he never does.

Just there all hot and sweaty and buff. Just being a pretty boy.

[lavender-long-stories]

Ghosts

Sasuke x Hinata | Abandon from my WIP Folder

Hinata ran her fingers over the book on the shelf with a numb heart and somehow even numb-er fingers. It was always so cold in here, even when it was hot outside. She picked up a book and sat down in the dust with it. She wondered if it was a gift or if was it bought by the owner. Questions she would never have answered. The house was long since abandoned. No one was sure if anyone owned it, and there were rumors it was haunted, so people kept their distance. That made it the perfect hiding place when she wanted to disappear. Hinata didn’t believe in ghosts. She thought about bringing something for any spirits to let her stay, but she thought at this point, if they were there, they wouldn’t want to be bothered.

Hinata read her book for a while and shivered as the house creaked. It did that all the time. It was an old house, after all. Hinata shivered again, trying to tuck her fingers into themselves to regain some of the feelings, but she knew that she would have to go home soon. It was too cold, and it was getting too late to read by the light coming in the window. She got up and put the book back, brushing her clothes off of the dust. 

She picked up her bag and out fell the small box she had got from the bakery earlier. She almost forgot. Hinata settled back down, opening the box to reveal a slightly tosseled cupcake with a candle sticking up out of it. She took a moment to dig in her bag for the lighter she had to buy just for this occasion. She lit the candle and stared into the flame. Did she make a wish? What would a wish do? Hinata sighed and just blew out the candle. She stared past it to let her eyes adjust back to the dark, only to see a face on the other side just as far as she was from the candle. She screamed, jerking back and hitting her head solidly off the bookshelf. Hinata yelped, and the hand that wasn’t clutching the cupcake to her chest shot to the back of her head. The boy in front of her looked just as freaked out as she did as he had backed his way across the room. “Who are you?” Hinata asked. He looked around and pointed to himself. “You can see me?”

Hinata nodded slowly. “You couldn’t before.” He accused. Hinata shook her head. “What?” He looked around and looked at his hands. “Can you touch me?” He held his hand out at her.

Hinata scrambled up on her feet, grabbing her bag. “No, thank you.” He ignored her, coming closer. She swatted at him with the first thing she could grab. The book smacked him solidly in the face. He scrambled back. “Ow! How did you do that?!” “Stay away from me!” Hinata got up and ran for her exit. Once out, she looked back to make sure she wasn't being followed. She took a breath and slowed down to catch her breath. When she did, she looked toward home only to come face to face with him once again. “How did I get out here?” He asked She screeched and swung her bag. “Ow, stop that!” He yelled back. “Stop following me! I’ll call the police!” Hinata countered.

“You were trespassing, you know.” He earned himself another hit of her bag. “Ow, how are you doing that!”

“Go away!” Hinata barked, running down the road, but once she turned the corner, there he was again. In front of her, she looked behind her. He didn’t pass her. “How did you…?”

“How do you that?” He looked around like he was unsure of his surroundings.

Hinata stared at him. He looked just as confused as she was. “Who are you?”

“Sasuke. Are you dead, too?”

“Dead?” Hinata squeaked.

“I thought you were alive. You can see your breath.” Sasuke pointed at her.

Hinata blinked and huffed out. Yes, she could. It was cold, but… she couldn’t see his.

“Your dead?” Hinata asked.

Sasuke nodded. “I haven’t been able to leave that house in years. Now I … guess I am latched to you.”

Hinata hides in an abandoned house from her problems, unaware of the ghost there that has been keeping her company until she blows out a candle for her birthday.