hokkoshi

— the realm of unfinished stories —

[hokkoshi]

HOKKOSHI gathers many heros from a handful of worlds in hopes of discovering different takes of their journey, or putting them on entirely new paths altogether, with the sole purpose of diving into the character and exploring the depths of what makes them unique. super low-activity, recently remade roleplaying blog written by pie ( he/they, 24 ). oc/crossover friendly, heavily headcanon based, key changes can be found in each of the muses' page. EST. JUNE 23 – beta exclusive

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fandoms: naruto. gintama. csm. current focus on: spiderverse. blue lock. 2ha. current mains: uchiha itachi. inuzuka kiba. katsura kotarou. some hidden muses. oc count: 02. affiliated with: sociieties. tempestflames. kahenn.

[hokkoshi]

oh, wow. people still follow this account....and apparently i still know my password

crazy

[atoriv-art]

kicks him

[hokkoshi]

so.... anyone else playing baldurs gate 3 or what

[bg3astariononlydeok]

[bg3astariononlydeok]

[vita-divata]

Itachi commission for @infectedmetaphysic

[hokkoshi]

He never cared too much for the rain, especially as a college student trying to find his way out into the world – it was troublesome to get home soaking wet while praying to all the Gods above that his papers weren't destroyed inside his bag. But right now, standing in his soggy sneakers with his hands shoved in his hoodie's pockets, Kiba couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship to the stormy weather. He hears an unforgiving thunder in the distance the exact moment his eyes lock with Neji's, or maybe it's his mind making it up so the scene unfolding feels as smothering as he imagined it would be. He continues walking. Kiba chokes the air in his throat. Neji hates it when he does it, but Kiba can't help but know exactly what's going on inside his head – he thinks Kiba's an idiot for standing in the rain, actively waiting for him to arrive like some lost puppy hoping for salvation. And his mind wanders to every argument they've ever had because of Kiba's mindlessness when going out without an umbrella – was that the reason behind their last argument? He couldn't remember, and he didn't care. Before he can help it, all the rage, sorrow, regret, bone-deep painful loneliness, but most importantly, all the love he feels for Neji, all crawls out of his mouth in the form of simple words – not whispered, but to unattentive ears, they could be lost over the heavy rainfall. That seems to do the trick, and Kiba finally breathes again. If he's an idiot for waiting in the rain, Neji is a bigger one for taking the same path still after all this time – did he hope Kiba would show up? He shoves the thought back down, taking his hands out of his pockets but still not reaching out. It wasn't fear, Kiba was hardly a coward, but he'd hate to add insult to the wound – Neji's. He hates that he hurt him in the first place and that he continued to do so. "Neji..." He pleas after the verdict, fisting his hands, moistening his lips, trying to focus solely on the feeling of droplets of water streaming down his face – a pathetic attempt to numb himself. It'd never work. Kiba's made of feelings, of a passion so hot it burned to just be near him, it– It's what drove his love away. Yet he walks closer, looking intently into the umbrella, resenting the damn thing for hiding Neji from him. He's so close he could take the pale hand of the Hyuuga in his, hanging beautifully by his side, a religious test Kiba was fated to fail. "I can– ..." Kiba begins, words failing him again because he's never been good at translating his feelings. How was he supposed to say he wished he never met Neji? Because the pain of knowing him and not being able to have him around is unbearable. He couldn't. Kiba didn't know the words, just the agony of it. So his temper flares, he looks down at their feet and– "How'd make it look so easy? Never lookin' back." Comes the accusation, infinitely softened by the delicate touching of his fingertips on Neji's hand.

@sociieties cont. from here

[lantianlong]

Cr. w/permission “Mo Ran”

https://x.com/dempartt?s=21&t=XD_8pl6QESVcXKSw4QlkCQ

[hokkoshi]

how would i go about making a self-promo post? is it still the same or has anything changed....

[eggsyllent]

[flwerpath]

Slowly posting my previous art onto here

[spitblossoms]

[hokkoshi]

should i...like

make a promotion or something

[hokkoshi]

okay. i was active. i wrote. it was fun.

[mcflymemes]

THINGS MY FRIENDS' MUSES HAVE SAID *  assorted dialogue written by my talented mutuals, adjust as necessary

you are stronger than you think.

there's so much you don't know.

sorry to unload this on you. i just don't get to talk about this much.

i'm sorry for misleading you.

you ought to know that. someone ought to tell you.

you really don't tire of this, do you?

i'm running out of patience for this.

you don't owe me anything. i don't think any of us should owe each other anything.

it's... hard to explain, actually.

sorry for waking you.

the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

i know you're just being nice.

i'll take the blame for this.

you're unbearably ridiculous.

i'm leaving after i get my coat.

quit your grinning.

what if we stayed up later tonight?

i'm still figuring it out myself.

you know i'm just gonna keep asking.

i spilled coffee all over not one, but two shirts.

as treacherous as i thought it might be, this journey has been rather... well. interesting, to say the least.

where did you learn to dance?

why the sudden declaration? you're not leaving me, are you?

maybe we should head back to camp.

the stars looked too pretty last night. i couldn't sleep inside my tent.

i love you. i care about you... but you're scaring me.

i hope you don't think you're going to lure me into your bed after a few charming words.

aren't you supposed to offer your assistance with stuff like this?

maybe you could help me from time to time.

you're a heck of a lot cuter than me.

i'm open to suggestions.

what was that for?

you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to.

why the stubbornness?

there's nights i don't sleep easily.

i'll see you at sunrise.

guess it's a good thing you haven't heard.

been a while since i told anyone about that.

what a damn shame i didn't bring a rose.

you're gonna have to be more specific.

i do live to make your life absolutely awful.

wait for me. promise you will.

i'll keep it safe. i promise.

you don't need to say it.

i'm not a bloody mind reader.

haven't you heard?

i know better than to tell you to stay behind.

you can say no. i won't be mad.

you're even sweeter than i remember.

i would have been even happier if i saw you more often.

honestly, i want to get inside before i start to turn blue.

hope you like meatballs.

not being kind. just being honest.

i'm taking us somewhere sandy.

you'll have to hold onto me for a while.

i want to catch up on my reading.

i'm in trouble. it's really bad.

the guest bedroom is all yours.

[tempestflames]

A tiny sigh escapes him when Gaara answers his question. It’s obvious that he understands his intention if that smile is anything to go by. It’s a relief that he doesn’t have to spell it out, that Gaara simply understood. Ironic how being understood sent him running from the teahouse and now it’s giving him a break.If only most conversations could be handled in a similar manner. It would save him and other people who are shit at expressing themselves from many misunderstandings.

“Yeah it is.” He mutters in agreement. They’ll have to stop by again once they leave Konoha. He never got to finish his tea.

“I don’t have recommendations to give.” He falls instep with Gaara’s pace, accepting the silent invitation.  It’s been a while since he’s been back here too. Most times it’s simply to accomplish whatever duty or errand that needs to be taken care of. Never allowing himself to think too long about being back in Konoha. Then he’s back traveling once he’s given permission to leave. Which rubs him the wrong way when he thinks about it too much.

“I told the dobe what happened,” his gaze lands on Gaara for a moment, simply to see his initial reaction. Then he’ll let it slide back to looking ahead. The people out and about turn when they catch them walking down the street, only for a moment as if to confirm they’re really seeing who they think it is. It’s not everyday they see one of the five famous village leaders walking alongside the sullen Uchiha traitor like it’s a normal occurrence.

“That’s why he gave us space, otherwise he’d be asking what the hell was up.” He didn’t want to deal with that situation. “And I guess even he could read the room.”

“We don’t have plans.” He shrugs before continuing, “…but if you want to invite Naruto, go ahead. He’s going to say yes.” Which in hindsight isn’t terrible, he’d be the best option to ask about food places. Ichiraku can’t be the only place he’s eaten at. Additionally, the blond can talk out of his ass meaning Sasuke can keep to himself. Even though he’s learned Gaara won’t push him.

“What time do you want to head out for dinner?”  

[hokkoshi]

Having Sasuke address the incident is quite surprising, though Gaara schools his expression into neutrality – his ears perked instinctively, but he's proud of himself for not fidgeting more than that, especially when the weight of the Uchiha's gaze came soon after the revelation. So he'd talked about it with Naruto – good, the Kage thought to himself, smothering his curiosity back down to the deep ends of his mind. He has no business knowing what Sasuke and Naruto talked about, even if he was an active character in the story. No big deal. Gaara can live without knowing. He coughs into his hand, simply nodding and jumping at the subject of his subtle invitation. “ That's all right with me, Naruto is good company. Would you like me to extend the invitation? ” The question is not as loaded as the others had been previously when they'd talked about Sasuke's former teammates – he's respecting a boundary. Should Sasuke desire to not dine with them, Gaara will understand. And even though he wouldn't voice it out loud, he'd had every intention of spending time alone with Sasuke again – as awkward and weird as it might be. He'd dealt with those kinds of situations all his life, he's not exactly new to that. But having Naruto around wouldn't be terrible, either, and maybe could ease things back into place. “ Uhm... Maybe in an hour and a half? ” Gaara ponders, emerald gaze drifting to the ground in contemplation – he ought to find his siblings and let them know of his plans, and perhaps squeeze in a private meeting with the Rokudaime before he deems everything settled. Lifting his head, Gaara looks for Sasuke's eyes. “ Does that work for you? Perhaps you could be the one to invite Naruto if you wish. I know that would make him happy. ” He offers a smile.