hello you lovelies! in my short absence where i was setting up a new blog, i hit my first milestone here & then passed it more than i'm going to say. it's a little too early to do a follow forever, but i do kind of want to do something??? i'll be thinking about it but i just wanted to say thank you!!! i've been struggling with roleplay in general because of personal things, but i feel super welcome on this account! so... yeah. thank you so much u kool kIDZ. smooches all of u.
not saying i made a jason voorhees blog,,, but im saying i made a jason voorhees blog . hit me the fuck UP !
“ we could both do a lot worse — besides, she’s awfully attractive, hm?”
💕 / lotosflos. emoji shrug.
“ she is very lovely, “ there goes that damnable smirk & a wink of the eye.
do one for : RTN BAKI NANA ZAYNAB ya thot
“ gross. “
“ she still deserves better than what she has. “he’s going to send her roses anyways.
“ it’s probably for the best — she’s a little too… intense, for my taste. “
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❛ she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening. ❜
eyes are drawn to the kunoichi in question. sasuke often forgot to watch his tongue, to watch what he was saying in front of others — he had made an absent-minded comment on a woman. he had called her pretty …which she was. there was a charm about her, a strength to the way she carried herself— plus her eyes were just the loveliest color! but the words that spill from the other’s mouth bring him back to reality. back to the fact that the woman he had just called ’ pretty ’ was just likely as dangerous as she was nice to look at.
smile pulls at his mouth, dark eyes brightening at the comment. it was such a fitting thing to say. his gaze returns to the woman he had commented on as he speaks, " yes! she is. isn’t she? “
various starters // accepting !
sometimes i ignore drafts & rant about how much potential jason voorhees had to be more than murder-zombie.
@bakisensei & i have a good time
hey everyone! i haven't been very acrtive because i don't force myself to write when i don't feel like it. i don't feel like I need any other excuse?? lmao. but if anyone wants me on s.kype, you can add me at xanipoo1!!!
Send a number (and, optionally, a ship) and I’ll describe:
sasuke’s kink is attention, bye
❛ you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you. ❜
HE WASN’T STUPID. maybe his brother thought him to be, maybe everyone thought him to be … but he wasn’t. he knew what they were, what they had been raised to be. shinobi were not meant to be people — people did not wield the potential to kill as a child, people were not given the responsibility of watching another’s back, people were not given to creatures who’s hands were bloodied so that they could learn how to dirty their own.
no, he knew what shinobi were — they were weapons. they existed to be useful, they existed to fight & kill, war or not. it was not what he wanted, of course — he was not a creature who had crawled from the womb, thirsty for blood & purpose … he knew he was soft, he knew he has not yet tasted what the world could be — but he knew he would face it soon enough.
it didn’t matter how many pretty smiles he flashed, how many roses he plucked, how many women he charmed … it was just a distraction, a game. who could he toy with, who would fall for him? a handsome face brought so many to it’s mercy … who would fall to it? it did not change what he was, what he would be & what he had been bred to be. he was an uchiha, he would fight & kill & survive, as so many had before… but it was something else.
a small part of him was bitter — envious of his brother, his brother who had discarded the title of shinobi to pursue the life he had deemed appropriate for himself … he had shed one role of weapon for another, but at least in his new role he had a hold on his fate. the other part of him knew better than to feed that bitterness. that knew itachi was no better, no — he was worse. he had abandoned the village to follow a path paved by whoever had the most money.
he supposed that was the part of him was the on that pulled at the corners of his mouth, the one that pushed a spiteful smile onto his features. when he finds his voice, it is steady. stubborn.
“ —- i’m ready. it won’t wait if i’m not. “
various starters // accepting !
The pinkette looked away, almost shyly but continued to talk “I mean.. I don’t mind it at all. I was just wondering why you would call me like that.. do you tell other girls kitten?” She asked.
The Uchiha was different than the Sasuke she’s ever known, total opposite but she didn’t mind this Sasuke.. right? This one pays attention to her.. and a couple of other girls too.
She didn’t like that part of him, the one that flirted with other girls. “Why do you flirt with other girls?” She asked out of blue.
it was strange, to see her so... interested. had his charm finally broke into her, or was she just playing one of his games? waiting to see how long it would take for him to break, waiting to see if he would fall for the almost shy way she spoke.there is a pause where he contemplates --- it would be such a waste not to play along, not to pretend he didn't see through her. that was part of the fun, wasn't it? playing games, seeing if he could win her over.
" are you... jealous?" a deliberate pause, placed carefully to build tension. to dance in between playfulness & not. to draw her in.
@cheapflirt ♡‘d for a starter.
✿ - There was a loud yelp and the sound of someone hitting the floor. Scrolls roll in every direction. The chunin was on the ground, she groaned a little. Temari quickly sat up, grabbing any scroll within her grasp. When she looked up noticing the raven haired hottie standing there. Her cheeks turned a crimson red, the corner of her lips lifted into a nervous smile. “H-hello, Sasuke-kun.” She bowed her head toward him.
hands stuffed into his pockets, dark gaze resting upon the girl before her. it was hard not to notice the blush that had found a quick home on her face. it was cute, really ... he offers a nod of his head & he bends down to offer a hand to help her from the ground. in his eyes is a spark of charm ... the kind of charm he uses on so many, to see how far he can push them --- to see if he can make them melt. he flashes the smile that had broke so many hearts, in his words is something knowing, the same charm that dances in his eyes, “ temari ---- are you alright? your face is awfully red. “
