Hiruko’s tail continued to sway back and forth slightly, as though the armor itself was alive, and reflecting the wheels that were turning in Sasori’s mind as he considered Yashamaru’s words.
“You’ll probably be dissatisfied to learn that those were the least of my offenses to your delicate and oh-so pristine moral handbook.” It was laughable, really, that Yashamaru now looked upon him with such disgust, as if he hadn’t once killed enemies right at Sasori’s side countless times. Just how would he look if he’d seen some of the puppeteer’s latest feats, the masterpieces he constructed from the guts of fearsome shinobi. What would his face look like if he saw what had become of Ryozen, Sasori wondered.
“Tell me...do you honestly believe you can survive this encounter? We both know that I am your better in many respects. Just one mistake...” The poison-laden tip of Hiruko’s tail glinted as it caught a patch of light.”...and it will be an early grave for you.”
Sasori was growing tired of idle chit chat. The clock was ever ticking down in his head, and that face....looked much too much like her’s. It needed to be ripped away, as soon as possible. (Anything to stop the vague sensation of needles under his skin....the static, numb agony of remembering a laugh like bells, lapis lazuli eyes...recalling what it was to matter to someone like that, to give yourself over and belong to someone. What a childish and repulsive thing it was, to love....)
“Let’s get this over with. Perhaps if you aren’t too mangled when we’re though, I can salvage your corpse.”
Established in 2005 by the Duchess of Northumberland. The garden contains over 100 deadly and hallucinogenic plants.
’I wondered why so many gardens around the world focused on the healing power of plants rather than their ability to kill… I felt that most children I knew would be more interested in hearing how a plant killed, how long it would take you to die if you ate it and how gruesome and painful the death might be.’
Our destinies have been entwined, but never joined.
[ Happy Birthday Amaya!!! You requested soul-crushing reincarnation angst, so I hope you enjoy.]
@yxksha @spiritwithinthesand @tropical-gothic
“There is nothing on earth more beautiful to me than your smile...no sound sweeter than your laughter...no pleasure greater than holding you in my arms. I realized today that I could never live without you, stubborn little hellion that you are. In this life and the next, you’re my only hope of happiness. Tell me, dearest love...how can you have reached so far inside my heart?”
― Lisa Kleypas, It Happened One Autumn
He had eyes to both calm a storm with look and erupt raging flames with a glare, a power in his voice like a siren-song, and hair like the desert sand at sunset. Karura had dreamt of him for as long as she could remember, his details so vivid that she knew he must be real. These must be memories.
The very first time she encountered him was quite by chance, a flash of red as she passed an open door on her way to visit Yashamaru at the hospital. Her heart beat in her chest like a fluttering bird, she didn’t dare breathe in that moment, stopped dead in her tracks.
When he looked up at Karura, and their eyes met, a wave of Déjà vu hit her so violently that she had to look away. She murmured a small apology and continued on her way to find her brother. Since that day, Karura dreamed of not just one instance, but of every single life they’d lived together: in some they were simply friends, in others they were married and had children, several even occurred in places she didn’t recognize. She kept a journal to write some of them down, but never told a soul.
Karura had never been so sure of anything in her life. She was certain that this boy and her were tied together, bound by some cosmic force to interact in some meaningful way.
Not all the parallel lives were happy ones, Karura had seen many in which the boy left Sunagakure and in the process broke her heart, timelines when he became a monster and returned to kill her, timelines where he left, but never strayed too far, always protecting her but never to truly return to her side. They made her heart ache all the same.
Still, as Karura had proven many lives over, she was a stubborn woman and refused to believe that the occasional bloody end was reason to forsake so many happy ones.
Dull brown eyes never showed recognition when they saw each other in the hospital. It was disheartening, but Karura took this observation in stride, and still tried her hardest to get closer to him every passing day, whether it be small one-sided chatting, or occasionally offering a home cooked lunch. She ignored the sickness to him, the lack of anything in his eyes, the way he spoke (oh so rarely) that sounded so hollow.
Oh, she was just a little girl walking up to a monster and offering a flower, when she should’ve brought a knife.
Sasori was his name, she found out secondhand from Yasha, who added that he felt ill at ease around the puppeteer. “There’s something off about him.” Was what he said, but Karura really wasn’t paying attention at that point, just repeating Sasori’s name softly under her breath.
Skip to months later, Chiyo stumbles across the beginnings of Sasori’s work, she doesn’t know yet that this is the least of what he’s done so far, and certainly of what he has yet to do. She doesn’t tell anyone at first, unsure of exactly what to do. The guilt of her own negligence is enough to keep her quiet for a while to come.
Enter Karura, who is still trying (to little or no avail) to get closer to Sasori. She knows a handful of things about him now, almost all of them are through her brother. It’s ok, she thinks, Sasori usually takes a while to get through to. It’s happened before in other timelines.
One day, Karura realizes that it’s in Sasori’s workshop that many of their meetings have been the most successful, in terms of his openness: he always becomes more talkative when it pertains to puppetry.
At the very least, she can see some of his work and have things to talk about the next time she sees him.
This wasn’t anything she’s ever seen before, nor was it anything she wanted to see. “This”, in reference to the marked messiness of the room, the dim patches of light that barely allowed her to see her way around, the bloody mess of a workbench-turned-operating table. The thick, pungent smell of embalming fluid and decomposition.
It’s a shocking realization, for Karura to immediately know that this is nothing like the happy memories, that it may very well become one of the worst of them all. This Sasori has never smiled at her, never accepted the meals she offered, and never answered a single question of hers, had he?
And he looked at her like she was nothing.
It all hit Karura at once, the doubt that she might just be a delusional girl who stumbled upon the torture chamber of a highly disturbed young man.
Matters were made worse yet when the door closed behind her. Sasori stood there, cold predatory eyes trained on that familiar head of hair, the scarf that draped loosely around her neck and shoulders.
His voice was utterly chilling when he told her “You shouldn’t have come here.”
Karura tried to explain herself once she spun around to face him, tripping over every other word she could get out.
What followed was a sincere accident.
Sasori hadn’t yet made up his mind on what to do with Karura, but fate seemed to choose for them both. In the panic ensuing from Sasori approaching her, Karura managed to knock over a collection of sharp instruments, and subsequently fell on them.
The puppeteer knelt beside her on the dingy floor, stunned by the escalation of this encounter, and looked, really looked, into her wide purple eyes for the first time.
Then he remembered, and it was like a searing pain through the chest.
He remembered all those lives with that girl, the one who he met at the hospital, the same one he met in hundreds of other times and places, when her voice was enough to give him peace, when all she had to do was frown for him to unleash hell itself on the cause.
He remembered kissing her in a hotel room on a day they almost died, he remembered the way her hand felt when it held his as they watched the night sky, the desperation he felt in his bones when he intruded on her wedding to another man,and he remembered that even the times when he wanted to abandon her, forsake her, and even hate her, that his love for her was so complete that all he could do was forgive her.
Her name was Karura.
She had eyes to both calm the storm in him with a look, and erupt a warmth in his chest unparalleled to anything, a power in her voice like a siren-song, and hair like glittering sand in the morning light. Sasori had never dreamt of her before, but he knew that he would now every time he closed his eyes for the rest of his life. The happiness he felt in other timelines were so vivid that he knew their other lives must be real. There must be hope for more like those.
This certainly wasn’t one of those, though.
Sasori held her still-warm body as he sat on the floor, shaking.
abt me and ships guys…
when i get into ships, i’ve noticed i REALLY get into them. like. rlly get into them. if u let me and show the same amount of enthusiasm, even once, i will send u headcanons and things that remind me of them forever … and ever … u will never get rid of me rip u if u have a ship w/ me im sorry
One of the rarest and most strategically capable personality types, INTJs are analytical problem-solvers, eager to improve systems and processes with their innovative ideas. They are often perfectionists with extremely high standards of performance for themselves and others and may become cynical and ruthless when these standards are not met. INTJs are not overly demonstrative of their emotions, and are not likely to give much praise or positive support to others. That doesn’t mean that they don’t have affection for others, they simply do not feel the need to express it.
Not every love is sweet and kind
Sometimes, love is dangerous
Poisonous, addictive, obsessive
Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars
Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go
To need, no matter how much it hurts
To know the same pain is returned
Because some don’t want just the sweet
They crave the bitter too
“You don’t seem to have changed.” [For the starter meme! Feel free to disregard this if you'd rather not interact with non-mutals ^^;]
DEATH OF A BACHELOR STARTER MEMES
“Neither have you.” It had been a while, hadn’t it? Must be some mission if they were having a collaboration between Sasori and Deidara and Hidan and Kakuzu. The puppeteer had to admit that he had never minded the five-hearted man very much, so maybe they could both be the voices of reason while their partners went loudly at each other’s throats.
[no worries, we are mutuals! ^^ I followed back on my main blog @scxrecrow ]
“Tonight we are victorious.”
“Let me be your killer king.”
“It hurts until it stops; we will love until it’s not.”
“I’m a killing spree in white.”
“My touch is black and poisonous.”
“I know you need it.”
“Do you feel it?”
“Drink the water.”
“Drink the wine.”
“We gotta turn up the crazy; livin’ like a washed up celebrity.”
“It’s all up the sleeve.”
“Fifty words for murder and I’m every one of them.”
“All my friends were glorious.”
02. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time
“It’s a helluva feeling though .”
“Who are these people?”
“I just woke up in my underwear.”
“I should probably introduce myself.”
“You shoulda seen what I wore.”
“I was the king of this hologram.”
“Memories tend to just pop up.”
“Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”
“Champagne, cocaine, gasoline and most things in between.”
“This night is heating up.”
“If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time .”
“What are these footprints?”
“Now I wish that I could find my clothes.”
“Can’t even tell if this is a dream.”
“How did we end up in my neighbors pool?”
“I usually don’t fall when I try to stand.”
“I’ve told you time and time again.”
“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”
“I think we’ve had enough.”
03. Hallelujah
“A moment you’ll never remember.”
“A night that you’ll never forget.”
“Show praise with your body.”
“And if you can’t stop shaking, lean back; Let it move right through ya.”
“My life started the day I got caught.”
“Who was I tryna be?”
“Then the time for being sad is over.”
“Missin’ them like you miss no other.”
“Being blue is better than being over it.”
“I was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing.”
“Stop thinking about the words from my mouth.”
“I love the things you hate about yourself.”
“Just finish the daydream.”
“Who were you tryna be?”
“No one wants you when you have no heart.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ever try.”
“Let’s try.”
04. Emperor’s New Clothes
“Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
“Welcome to the end of eras.”
“Done my time and served my sentence.”
“It must be mine.”
“You just might see a ghost tonight.”
“And if you don’t know now you know.”
“I’m taking back the crown.”
“I’m all dressed up and naked.”
“I see what’s mine and take it.”
“So close I can taste it.”
“I’m so much more than royal.”
“Mortal kings are ruling castles.”
“Welcome to my world of fun.”
“Flip the switch.”
“Watch them run.”
“Heroes will always be remembered.”
“Legends will never die.”
05. Death of a Bachelor
“Do I look lonely?”
“I see the shadows on my face.”
“People have told me I don’t look the same.”
“Maybe I lost weight.”
“Put my heart on your chest so that you can see it too.”
“I’m walking the long road.”
“I’m watching the sky fall.”
“The lace of your dress tingles my neck.”
“How do I live?”
“How could I ask for more?”
“Feels like my heart is going to burst.”
“I just want to be served.”
“And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?”
“Share one more drink with me.”
“Smile even though you’re sad.”
06. Crazy=Genius
“You can set yourself on fire.”
“You’re so normal that you disappear.”
“There’s no residue of torture in your eyes.”
“Crazy equals genius.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking rocket scientist.”
“If crazy equals genius, then I’m a fucking arsonist.”
“The wine seems to play tricks on my tongue.”
“You don’t seem to have changed.”
“The cut of your knife never hurts.”
07. LA Devotee
“You got two black eyes from loving too hard.”
“I wouldn’t change ya.”
“I wouldn’t ever try to make you leave.”
“Just another LA devotee.”
“You got bleached out eyes from the valley sand.”
“I couldn’t ever try to make you see.”
“Always on the hunt for a little more time.”
08. Golden Days
“I found a pile of Polaroids in the crates from a record shop.”
“They were sexy.”
“Sexy, looking back from a night that time forgot.”
“Don’t you wonder when the light begins to fade?”
“The clock just makes the colors turn to grey.”
“Forever younger growing older just the same.”
“All the memories that we make will never change.”
“We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan.”
“Let the love remain.”
“I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger’s new yacht.”
“The air was sauna hot.”
09. The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty
“Truth is that it was always going to end.”
“True; all of the good girls act so good, til one of them doesn’t wait their turn .”
“If you wanna start a fight, you better throw the first punch.”
“Make it a good one.”
“You better say my name.”
“I know what it’s like to have to trade the ones that you love for the ones you hate.”
“Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education.”
“There’s only two ways that these things can go; good or bad.”
“I’ve got the last judgement.”
“You’ve been gone so long, I forgot what you felt like.”
10. House of Memories
“If you’re a lover, you should know: the lonely moments just get lonelier.”
“Memories turns into a daydream.”
“It becomes a taboo.”
“I don’t want to be afraid.”
“It takes my breath away.”
“Baby, we built this house on memories.”
“Take my picture now.”
“I think of you time to time, more than I thought I would.”
“They’ll always haunt me.”
“I wish I could believe you never wronged me.”
“Will you remember me in the same way I remember you?”
“Promise me a place in your house of memories.”
11. Impossible Year
“There’s no sunshine.”
“Only black days and sky grey and clouds full of fear and storms full of sorrow that won’t disappear.”
“There’s no good times.”
“They’re so insincere.”
“They just intrude and extrude.”
“There’s no you and me.”
“There’s never air to breathe.”
“There’s never in-betweens.”
“These nightmares always hang on past the dream.”
