there's someone i have to defeat!

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so umh.......... find me h e r e

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how did i get so many followers in my absence? 

[hinaxnaru]

boruto’s pink shirt  (▰˘◡˘▰)

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ABOUT THE MUN

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TAGGING:  lmfao everyone

NAME: name’s kaien NICKNAME: idk think of one for me GENDER: nonbinary af ZODIAC: aries HEIGHT: 5′9″ last time i measured myself SEXUAL ORIENTATION: idk i lean more towards girls but guys are ok sometimes but girls are hot.  HOGWARTS HOUSE: probably ravenclaw, maybe slytherin ILVERMORNY HOUSE: tf. FAVOURITE COLOUR: gray gray gray gray black gray red

II. CURRENT TIME: 2 : 00 a.m. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: varies between 3-6 hours usually.  LUCKY NUMBER: anything starting with 2. just 2. LAST THING I GOOGLED: how many teeth an adult human has FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: kaneki ken, uzumaki boruto, semi eita, luffy,  NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: rn? one because it’s hot as fuck FAVORITE SINGER OF A BAND: i’m listening to dnce rn and they’re cool. DREAM TRIP: switzerland so i can smother mar in my love WHAT DO YOU POST: roleplays??? pictures of boruto? WHO ARE YOUR MOST ACTIVE FOLLOWERS?  we all know it @fierywill dat borusara doe WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH ITS PEAK?: umh WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO MAKE A TUMBLR? all the cool kids were doing it. peer pressure.  DO YOU GET ASKS ON A DAILY BASIS? few times a week WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL? b-b-b-b-b- oooooo zumaki. boozumaki. boo boo. lmfao. just ‘b’ for boruto and then ‘uzumaki’ bc, well... that’s his last name lmfao.

[ammeja]

taking nice long walks in the evening breeze must feel pretty nice after tiring missions

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@deviousglint

     she’s mildly frustrating, to put it lightly. if not, his bones are made from fear of her –– black and blue and pinky weeping. only his bones though, because she’s seemed to have eaten him bare of flesh and blood. he glances at her which he seems to have been doing a lot of lately, out of his own consciousness. like a magnet his eyes are drawn to her but not really her, the person –– simply the skin she resides in and the pretty cupid-bow curl of her upper lip, so sassy and predominant. there isn’t a girl that looks like her anywhere in the leaf and he’s slightly enamored if also irritated at how easily she’s uprooted him from the ground and toppled him off kilter. his heart cries in a smoke-wrath encasing of cast-iron fences, oozing honey nectar oil  (  fit for a queen  ) , and he traps his bottom lip in a alligator ivory clench. for that lingering moment  (  and many more!  )  he stares at her with ocean pleated doe eyes before clicking his tongue in a sharp sound of annoyance, looking dutifully away. 

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stop looking at yodo. i'll roast your ass u spoiled banana

make me u soggy pineapple 

[rieriebee]

The sunshine family home ☼

[veraxest]

      “I’m trying to save you from—.” He wouldn’t give up about this, would he, Shinya’s hand was behind his pants, on the Kunai, he frowned, trying to think of a way to at least make him look away, but the more he talked and the brattier he got, the more he understood he would never be able to get rid of him. Well at least you couldn’t say he didn’t try to avoid this, he could only hope the kid as truly as used to death as he said he was.

    “Ok, fine, screw it!” His voice was lightly tinted with annoyance as he took of the sharp object and slid it through his neck making a clean cut, he felt the life drain of him as soon as his blood had done. It all happened in an impulse, without thinking, that’s how death always was when you were resetting.

       Due the earlier blood loss, death didn’t take that long to embrace him. He died in minutes, cold stiff body glued to the floor with one last petrified look on his face, and in minutes he came back to lie, the IBM oozing from his body, invisible to the children’s eyes, healing the majority of his wounds and bringing him back with one big deep gasp.

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he’s never actually seen somebody slit their throat. heard war stories  (  of torture and interrogation, sitting through stab after burn after stab, before a self inflicted death of teeth sinking through a tongue as easily as one bites off a piece of fruit jelly –– and boruto thinks it really can’t be all that easy, because he bites his tongue often and the most damage his canines have ever inflicted are slight knicks that barely bleed  )  but hearing about suicide and seeing somebody slice their own throat open are completely different things. how wide his lids peel back –– enough to see the pinky tender mucosa lining his bulging eyes –– to take in the sight of shinya’s skin peeled open like the wrapper of a candy bar. except there isn’t chocolate inside his flesh; just gushing rivers of blood that spurt onto the walls and blends in with the brick  (  he feels the warmth of a few drops landing on his cheeks  )  and bulbous rolls of what he thinks is red-soaked muscle. 

boruto would like to say that he rushes to shinya’s body –– catches it, catches the blood in his cupped palms and feebly / uselessly tries to pour it back into the other’s body. but he doesn’t. ––- instead, he dry heaves. aching hacks all the way down from the pit of his stomach that has his entire body trembling with the force of them; until he does actually puke, bubbling stomach acid landing between his palms on the gravel. 

     ‘ oh ––- oh my g-god. ‘ the words are wet and gurgling –– similar to the sound of shinya’s body, patches of flesh mending together right in front of his very eyes. ‘ w-what? what ––- ‘ 

[veraxest]

       “Uhm… yeah, but… you really need to leave. Just go away from a minute.” He urged, the kid sure knew his way to isolated places, even in the more crowded places of what seemed to be a village, if he had continued on to be that annoying little jerk he was some minutes ago Shinya would have not minded to commit the act in front of his very eyes, even if he probably was used to this (he seemed to have a very nonchalant view about death) Shinya wasn’t exactly comfortable with dying in front of others, as weird as it was.

    “Look, Boruto… why don’t you get me something to eat? I’ll be here by the time you get back and I’ll tell you what an ajin is, promise.” He wouldn’t go out all by himself, especially with these bloodied clothes, even if he didn’t wanted to he was forced to seek help from this child since he was a foreign here.

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     ‘ don’t wanna! ‘ there’s an indignant flush that peppers the bridge of his nose –– a small button, completely courtesy of his mother.  (  his father’s isn’t necessarily more prominent but it’s stronger, more straight, whereas he’s own face is almost delicate.  )  apple cheeks, just as plump, just as red, and whiskered birthmarks wrinkle into an expression that most definitely conveys how much displeasure he’s feeling at the moment. this entire situation steadily becomes curiouser and curiouser  (!)  , and boruto will be damned if he misses a single second. ‘ i don’t believe you –– you’ll just sneak off soon as i leave ‘ttebasa! ‘ 

     the pillowy flesh of his tongue, the tip, becomes trapped between his sharp front teeth. he bites down on it hard enough for blood to stain into the canyons and cracks of his molars –– but that’s nothing unusual. ‘ i’ll get you something to eat after you’re better. ‘ the how shinya is going to get better is still a mystery for him –– shinya didn’t even know what jutsu is, so boruto highly doubts the man will use it  (  the medical variety  )  to heal himself. 

     he sticks his cherry-red tongue out snottily, bloody gaping maw on display. ‘ you won’t get rid of me that easily! ‘

[redtvde-blog]

     KEEP KISSING HIM. tenderness sealed with a bruise. grow claws for the simple purpose of gouging each other’s heart out and the shared oxygen between their mouths, down their throats, feels more similar to bleach. burns so sweetly on the way down, infiltrates veins, pumping straight to the heart. adjoined by snake-twined tongues, the most sopping parts of their body, blood and spit –– the opened eyes glimmer with something like hunger. the lightness to their bones is a synonym for emptiness. rose water lips and bulging love, overflowing viscera. KEEP FEASTING ON HIM. 

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

your sweetness is more cruel than your hurt.

Sappho, from Fragment 40, tr. by Hilda Doolittle (via violentwavesofemotion)

[veraxest]

      “Shinj— Shinya… Shinya Nakamura.” It felt so weird to give his real name to an stranger after using an alias for so many years, he struggles to make it roll pass his lips and it tastes foreign in to his mouth, maybe because the whole dilemma of him being dead after the accident, sometimes it felt weird to think of himself as Shinya and not Shinji, but he guessed that was a matter of an habit, he hoped, actually. The squeeze of his fingers makes him very aware of the fact this kid had taken his hand at some point, still finding it unusual for all the snarl he gave him earlier, but not willing to upset him or make him behave like before, he decided to let it be. Hearing about the deal with coming back to life, it was as if a waterfall of relief washed over him.

     “Hey… if that’s the case lets go to a less crowded place, some place that’s isolated, just tell me where it is, I can go on my own.” He still had one of those sharp things that hit him with himself, a single slice would be all it took, he just needed solitude, just because it wasn’t unusual, it wouldn’t mean he would do it in front of people that would look at him as if he was crazy.

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     ‘ shinya! ‘ he tries it out on his tongue in the sort of mock seriousness that only a child can master –– before it’s thrown out the window with a glass shattering laugh. it’s getting late now. boruto thinks that shinya’s hair looks like a wildfire in the waning orange sun. burning strands fluttering in reborn waves of wind. in his enthusiasm, his fingers squeeze. ‘ my name is boruto! uzumaki boruto ––- make sure you memorize it, okay, because my name will be etched across the tongue of every land one day! ‘ 

he hums. a sliver of his sea fretting irises glimmer from the curtain of his squinted eyelids. they look particularly illuminated in this crimson dusk, a shock of blue and white-blond lashes. 

     ‘ absolutely not. you’re not getting rid of me that easily –– not when you still haven’t told me what an ajin is. ‘ his path is changed rather abruptly with a swivel of his feet. he walks fast, with purpose, and shinya is dragged with no overabundance of grace behind him. if anything, dusting up secluded areas like gems in the rust is his specialty. he needed plenty of places to hide, after all, soon as his pranks were said and done. it doesn’t take him long to slip into the alleyway, a nook carved off deeper down into the brick. ‘ is this okay? ‘

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@hinaprincesa

     ‘ mama, don’t worry, ‘ he says in spite of the fact he knows it’s pointless –– it’s in a mother’s nature to worry, and it rings particularly true for his own mom, gentle and caring as she is –– but it’s just as much his nature to reassure her of his own strength and independence. his dominate hand –– his left –– rest over the injury, a long slice down to the bone from the crook of his elbow to the back of his wrist, he had sustained on his last mission. the hand builds a steady and increasing light of warm blue chakra. slowly, the skin mends itself, and it’s intriguing to watch lassoes of flesh latch on to one another. ‘ see, i’m a medic now. there isn’t an injury, mine or otherwise, that i can’t heal. ‘ 

[familiasworn]

     “They’re only kissing.”

     …Though apparently that warranted hiding the act from children.

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     ‘ and it’s gross! ‘