Crown on the ground...

☼ I'm locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me... [Indie Yamanaka Ino Rp blog]

[amarxnthxne]

amarxnthxne:

[I live in a constant state of shock that anyone is still following me tbh.]

[tsurugami]

Interrogator Ino Yamanaka.

Boy i wish we could see this in canon

[seecsense]

He's left his window open, not that it would have mattered; she's tired, and sore, and she knows that if he looked at her with his other eyes he'd see her flickering. She ignores that though-----ignores and compartmentalizes and decides to slide into bed beside him instead of letting herself think. He is warm. He is safe. She feels good------perfect and at peace for just a moment.

He doesn’t have to be well versed in sensing to pick up on a presence that isn’t even disguising itself- even if he weren’t accustomed to the warmth of her energy meeting his own she is not trying to be sneaky, this time, the curling tendrils of her remaining chakra reaching out for him long before her arms do.

So he’s not particularly gifted tonight and he’s not particularly interested in questioning her arrival either, lifting the blankets to make room and draping them back down over her petite form once she shifts to fit against him just so. 

There’s a reason she’s here (and probably not one he actually wants to hear) and there’s a reason she is so quiet and inclined to sigh against his neck as she moves impossibly closer, as she nudges a knee between his thighs and tangles their legs together- as she allows him to envelop her in his arms without a struggle for power.

He’d rather stay silent and pretend she simply wanted to be with him for no reason at all.

[amarxnthxne]

It’s been a bad night, and she’s tired, and cracked open like a wound; it’s not hard to admit how she feels when she’s suffering, and it never has been. She knows who she is, and for now she’s beyond fear, but when she’s not depleted and bruised and aching, fear is all encompassing. He wraps around her------a comforting warmth, a familiar tenderness, a welcome embrace despite her typical callousness. Yamanaka Ino doesn’t need much, but, it turns out that she probably needs him. She nuzzles her nose against the edge of his jaw; thin arms reach out and scarred hands touch him as if she could communicate something without words. Perhaps it is useless, because she really ought to say it; he deserves that much, if not more, but for a moment she can’t part with the words and they chafe in her throat until it feels like bleeding. “I missed you. Really.”

[amarxnthxne]

He grunts, a lifeless corpse on her couch. "Thanks. Can I have some water?"

She makes this little noise of   i r r i t a t i o n ;  Not at him, necessarily, but maybe at the way he lets his back become such a problem before he seeks any sort of help with it.She shuffles into her kitchen, clanks around for maybe 90 secondsand then returns with a glass of water and a look that says she isn’timpressed. She holds back on the scolding until he’s hydrated.”Some day, you’re going to actually cripple yourself, sensei.”She informs him, sitting down and laying hands over the ugly scarleft behind by his former colleague. Muscles jump underneath herfingertips, and she hisses as she begins her massage.

[seecsense]

[txt; c-bby] So I hear you're exchanging nudes for medical advice.

[ txt ] : That would be pretty unprofessional of me, don’t you think?

[ txt ] : I might be willing to make an exception though, if you happen to know anyone looking for advice. 

[amarxnthxne]

[txt; c-bby] I need some advice. [txt; c-bby] I have a bruise that won’t go away :c image message sent 4:30 a.m. [txt; c-bby] Oh well, I guess it did end up going away. [txt; c-bby] <3

[amarxnthxne]

“We could kiss right now, and no one would know”

She looks at him with those sea glass eyes, and for a moment she looks like an animal about to chew off its paws; desperate, angry, feral. She can still feel fingerprints across her flesh---------whorled bruises that fade fromviolet to invisibility under the glowing green of her hands. Pooled blood haslong since been washed like watercolors down the kitchen sink; she lookswhole and clean---------untouched. In truth, she’s so cracked it’s a wonderthat she doesn’t    l e a k .  She stares at him and swallows   h a r d .She does it because she’s angry---------because she’s desperate and hurtand because nervous energy is crackling like    l i g h t n i n g   between herteeth. Because the taste of fine alcohol and bad breath is all she can thinkof, and because maybe this can keep her from thinking. Maybe she does itbecause she wants to punish him; she isn’t sure, and it doesn’t matter; her small hands find his shoulders and she   p u s h e s   him until his backhits the wall. Her fingers curl in the fabric of his vest---------she tugs him down to her level, angles her mouth across his, and kisses him like a drowning woman searching for oxygen. The kiss is teeth an tongues---------a fist in his goldenrod hair and the heel of her hand along the edge of hisjaw. She wants it to be hard, and ugly---------she can feel the bloom of a developing bruise under the delicate skin of her lips but when she tastesb l o o d   (hers. She’s sure that it’s hers) her heart curls up at the edges like the dried peel of an orange. She pulls away as impulsively (suddenly)as she’d begun the kiss---------she wipes at the streak of red she’s left behind on his skin with one thumb, and looks at him with an unhappinessthat is nearly cellular; she’s not sure what he is to her, but she can’t quitejustify using him to wash herself clean. She pulls away because she’s ashamed and maybe because, secretly, she wants to keep on kissing him.“Go find someone else to have fun with; I’m bad company tonight.”

[amarxnthxne]

he's tired and hungry and worn out. pay attention to him.

“Senseeei! I’m here to rub your shouldersss!”

[amarxnthxne]

Apologizes 40 times for that photo with a lovely casserole.

AGGRESSIVELY REFUSES TO EVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.She low-key accepts the casserole though.

[amarxnthxne]

'That wasn't for you!'

AGGRESSIVELY SMASHES HER PHONE INTO DUST.

[amarxnthxne]

"That wasn’t for you!”

[txt; psycho] You 100% need to invest in a scarf.[txt; psycho] Free advice.[txt; psycho] How the hell did you get this number?

[amarxnthxne]

" that wasn't for you!! " B)

W O W .

[txt; k-k-karui] Wow. Good for you.[txt; k-k-karui] So are you all mutants, or is everyone in kumo just hot?

[amarxnthxne]

"That wasn't for you."

[txt; unknown]  New phone, who this?

[amarxnthxne]

"that wasn't for you!"

U N A C C E P T A B L E .Her phone has been violated-------

[txt; cherry bomb] Are you fucking kidding me?[txt; cherry bomb] You are literally seeing someone[txt; cherry bomb] Which I didn’t know, BTW[txt; cherry bomb] And it is serious enough for you to send nudes.[txt; cherry bomb] AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME, WTF SAKURA.

[rpfunstuff]

My muse accidentally sends yours a nude pic, how does your muse react?

Or send “That wasn’t for you!” for my muse’s reaction to getting an accidental nude from yours!

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send “We could kiss right now, and no one would know” and my muse will react to your muse saying this.

This will be in a situation where they are stuck alone together (in a small room, tent, etc)

[amarxnthxne]

She's unsteady on her feet still as she toddles more than walks, careful and cautious, well thought out steps that take her to her mother's side. Uneven and skewed tufts of gathered soft blonde hair stick out at either side of her head- there's not really enough there yet to call them pigtails, and it's clear dad has not quite mastered this particular skill. The fist in her mouth is pulled free and reaches for Ino's pant leg instead. Tug tug.

Ino   l a u g h s   at the expression on her solemn little girl’s face. The woman leans down and scoops the little girl up, resting her on one hip and supporting the toddler’s back with one arm as her free hand rises to push wispy hair away from wide black eyes. The little girl stares at her with a serious expression--------reaches out with one fat hand to curl fingers around Mommy’s wrist and Ino huffs affectionately, even as she returns to watering her plants. The little girl looks just like her father when she makes that face.“Daddy did your hair, huh? We’re going to have to show him again, aren’t we?”The question is mostly rhetorical; the little girl rarely makes very much noise and certainly cannot speak. Ino sets down her watering can and offers a smooth rock on a long chain-------something that the girl can put in her mouth without the hazard of choking. Something that won’t get lost because it’s attached to Ino.“Are you ready for lunch? Shall we go find your brother and your father?”Ino shifts the little girl into a more comfortable position and heads toward the door.

[pr3tty-past3l-pink]