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#FIREBLIGHT   .   independent,  canon divergent  &  multi-everything uzumaki karin.

☆彡 est. 2013 / prev. urls : haelan, ofmorningstars, akaxhimecrimsonbellator. ☆彡  written by daphne ( 22 / they/them / bst ), unpredictable activity! ☆彡  semi-selective ( plotting & threads are gen. reserved for mutuals, inbox & opens are open to non-mutuals but not guaranteed responses! ). note that I only write with / follow people over 18. ☆彡  icons use a psd by RAVENORLOV on DEVIANTART.  ☆彡  icon & general blog art is used with explicit permission from the artists ASACCHI, BASEDTAKA & RAZCHUNG.  ☆彡  duplicate friendly! I just don’t follow duplicates first ( including if they’re on a multi-muse ) because I don’t want to make others uncomfortable. feel free to hmu if you write karin, ic or ooc! ☆彡  tl;dr rules: no inc*st, p*dophilia, r*pe apologism, bigotry etc like no weird shit basically.  ☆彡  there may be nsfw on this blog, though rarely, except in insinuation. tag is just #nsfw ☆彡  karin is canon divergentー or rather, canon expanded. generally assume in her next gen ‘verses ( which I’m happy to set in boruto, though I don’t know much about the series ). her abilities have been levelled up and I’ve created several NPCs both for her backstory and for her character progression throughout her life. Some helpful links are:

I.   KAGURA SHINGAN : ORACULAR DIVINATION. II.   TRAINING (PART I).  III.   THE WILL OF GRASS. IV.  NINNEKO SUMMONS ( AMI & REN,  NPC ).
#STATS.

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Cheeky starter call...? Lengths will vary depending on context but there’ll be no pressure to respond with the same length 🖤
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It’s morning; there’s lamplight, and the room is still. All night as we slept, memory flowed Onto the brain shore. Memories rise and fall And leave behind a delicate openness to death. Almost a longing to die. That longing Is like rain on canyon ground, only droplets. And the brain is like brown sand, it stretches On and on, and it absorbs the rain. What is a poem? ‘Oh it is some remembering,’ A woman said to me. 'Thousands of years ago, When I stood by a grave, a woman handed Me a small bone made red with ochre. “It was a poem about heaven, and I wept so.’

Robert Bly, “A Poem is Some Remembering,” Morning Poems (HarperCollins, 1997)

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