Now I'm a true ninja... !
Day 1: Beginnings
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Now I'm a true ninja... !
Day 1: Beginnings
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 okay with certain characters but not others than please specify! (◡‿◡)
I ᴀᴍ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ.
Means, that I am more creative with random threads which can turn in whichever direction and develop in any possible way. To stick to a plotline can limit me in my creative writing and I am far more fond of surprising changes in situations/conversations, also love to see what happens when our muses don’t have to follow a line we muns have planned for them.
There are sure some things that must be discussed beforehand, but I can write more and get more inspired when we both can surprise each other during a thread.
A random meme or starter can become a long and beautiful story without us knowing it before. I love letting my muse react the way he wants to without taking much care of a strict plotline that we have to follow. Inspirational for character development, too.
sxrachan:
☓ —— Things that didn’t r e a l l y come into the Uchiha’s view were both — Her M O T H ER, , or how relatable features morphed into one of utter shock; The sense of heat beginning to taint ivory cheeks, onyx pools advert abruptly, lips curving into a tight line. Whoops, perhaps she shouldn’t have mumbled such a thought to herself — ?
❝—— N-No — ! I hate everyone, you misheard, Mom. ❞
[ 花 ] — At the sight of her daughter's reddening cheeks, Sakura beamed; palms pressing to the sides of Sarada's face, the teasing smile now impossibly large once the accidental confession began to sink in. She had seen it coming, despite Sasuke's insistent claims that in no dimension, in no world, in no biased, simple-minded fantasy, could their baby like ---
❝Ne, ne---
She throws her a suggestive wink, because ha! on your face, Uchiha, she had totally seen it coming. "Is it Boruto?❞
Not that she needed any confirmation her motherly instincts hadn't already given her.
inlusiox:
—-▐░▒ Unconsciously, his thumb was rubbing small circles on the soft skin of her hand all the way until they reached her house. He waits for her to unlock the door and then proceeds to open it when she does so, placing a hand on the small of her waist to pull her along with him inside.
He knew that nothing was going to happen once he uses a genjutsu but why is his heart beat suddenly accelerating? Itachi can feel the adrenaline rushing through his body at the possibility of finally being so close in such an intimate way with the pink haired girl that has caught his attention for a while now.
The male kept repeating the plan in his mind over and over but in the blink of an eye, it was all thrown out of the window the moment he pressed her up against the wall and captured her full lips with his in a heated kiss.
[ インナー ] --- HELL YEAH!
; [ 花 ] — Her inner self celebrates immediately, basking in the strength with which he cages her petite body with his. The heat makes it's way up, from the bottom of her toes to the last strand of hair; a heated sigh escaping through her parted lips, hands promptly grabbing at the male's neck -- one daring leg quickly wrapping around his waist, fit muscles working to press him even more against her, almost as if requesting that he make her disappear inside the wall. Every rational thought escapes her, fast, the taste of his mouth - and tongue, she notices gleefully - even better, and much more effective, than any drink.
The lights are still off, he'd startled her with his enthusiasm and Sakura reluctantly stops mid-kiss; voice breathless, chest heaving. ❝Upstairs.❞ -- The blunt plea comes out like a whisper; their proximity such that their noses nearly touch with the smallest of movements.
raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a girl
—-▐░▒ ‘Shit’.
The Haruno definitely got the wrong message but perhaps he could play along; tell her that they would go to her house and he could use his Sharingan to make her fall asleep. It was a simple enough plan so he should execute it.
But the way his muscles reacted to her touch, stiffening, twitching… He knew it was a simple prelude to what the rest of his body could react along.
“Yours." His voice was smooth and velvety, standing up from the stool he was sitting on before offering his hand for her to take.
[ 花 ] — Coral painted lips widen in a smile; satisfied and more than a little proud. As age began to settle in, the Haruno's insecurities slowly, gradually, but surely, started to fade, allowing her to explore more of her femininity in a way she had once been averse to. It is flattering, to have this man lust after her. Porcelain cheeks feel warm, flushed and she relishes in the feeling, intertwining her delicate digits with his slender, larger ones. His skin sends an interesting sort of electricity running up her spine, which she mainly blames on the alcohol; though unsure on what to blame the reaction his dark eyes send rushing through her veins.
It isn't until the breeze of the night time hits them that Sakura registers just what they're about to do.
Now, she is no child and certainly no stranger to the concept of sexual activities but to engage in such acts with Itachi, of all people... It all crashes with the fact that while she wants to, it is obnoxiously far from something she'd do under normal circumstances.
[ インナー ] -- But there's nothing normal about this situation;
Sakura's responsible thoughts wander off, replaced by the insane softness of his touch. They reach her house in no time;
;she does not let go of his hand.
do u ever have that one female character who u like that could literally beat u up and you’d say thanks
"So... you wanna make out?" :: asks a v drunk sakura
Send me, "So... you wanna make out?" to see how my muse reacts.
—-▐░▒ Oh, he was tempted alright. Very tempted. She was so close, and even though the scent of alcohol was strong, so was that strawberry perfume of her hair. But he was stronger than that, so he would not be taking advantage of the situation. He placed a hand on her shoulder, not allowing her to move closer. “Sakura, you should go home.”
[ 花 ] — Half of her knows what she’s doing. Long studies on the effects of alcohol had taught her what she needed to know — her senses were still there, only numbed down. There was an amount of consciousness poking at the back of her hazy mind, the substance just made it more ignorable. While it was easy, pleasant even, to brush aside her better judgement, tomorrow would inevitably come and with it, unbearable shame.
But then again, tomorrow was not today and Itachi was quite the good looking one.
❝Okay.
A drunken finger is pressed to the rock hard — damn — wall of the Uchiha’s chest as she attempts a nod, lower lip jutted out.
--- Mine or yours?❞
and take your arrogance with it
❝ —— So if I like someone, do I punch them or ? ❞
[ 花 ] — ❝Eh?!
Green orbs widen in response to her daughter's -- innocent? -- inquiry. She wonders for a moment if the inability to deal with other humans had come from her own tempestuous self; or whether the young girl's father. She finds no solid answer, but blames Sarada's social skills on Sasuke, either way.
Wait a minute.
"Sarada-chan?" The pinkette begins, expression shifting from startled to knowing; mischievous, even. "You like someone?❞
(via maddyworkmanxo)
{ Every GIRL is capable of MURDER, if you hurt her
Watch out you don’t push me any further , any further
You’re not the only one walking ‘round with a ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ɢᴜɴ
This little girl is capable of MURDER, cause you hurt her }