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this blog is going to be moving to the inxzuma url - but ill be starting fresh! thanks.

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hey everyone. remember me?-- well i think i might come back to rp again

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holy shit guess who just re-found this blog

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sorry i haven’t been roleplaying much! been dealing with a lot irl.

i havent been doing any rping on any blog, if its any consolation. mostly i’ve been focusing on my own art and doing commissions. ill be around eventually.

like i’ve said before, i am more likely to rp on skype so if you’d like to hit me up there sometime you should definitely drop me a line

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gonna make an inuyasha blog 

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bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark.  fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

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outoframen. So it’s been brought to my attention that Nuu/@irukas  has addressed the controversy surrounding her on her blog. She responded to an ask about it, but for some reason deleted it. I’ve been sent the content of the ask and her response, however. And instead of an apology or acknowledgement that she’s done some wrong, Nuu does what Nuu does best: Complains about no one caring about her side of the story (a.k.a. playing victim) without even acknowledging that she has blame to take responsibility for. 

I’ve tried to understand your side of the story–remember? And I thought we were fine afterwards until you continued the same BS to the point where I couldn’t sympathize with you any longer–@kaikc also tried to listen to where you were coming from, but you’ve only tried to place full blame on the other parties and defense yourself viciously as if you’ve done no wrong when it’s pretty evident you do have some blame to acknowledge!!! This response is in fact invalidating all the individuals you have hurt. I know you may be under the impression that this is some massive “attack Nuu” conspiracy for shits and giggles, but let’s look at the common denominator surrounding all of this drama–it’s you. It’s the same issue every time, but with different people and you are too stubborn (or blind) to admit as much. It’s getting rather sad at this point, as it is frustrating. But without further ado, let’s un-package this response. 

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It’s late afternoon as the jōnin pair make their way back home, weary bodies trudging along after long hours spent on what initially seemed an easy mission.           Nothing ever seemed to go quite that simple. A large group of rouge shinobi had jumped them when they had the audacity to enter their turf. A brawl ensued and only two walked away.  Kōu appears the worse for wear; a nose still dripping with crimson as the bridge sits slightly crooked ( not for the first time in her life ) and an aching shoulder clutched close after it had been hastily re-set into it’s socket ( again, not for the first time ).  Surely, she thinks, she’s getting too old for this at the ripe old age of twenty-six. They don’t need to talk much. Little glances and gentle gestures appear to do most of the work for them. Still, as grey eyes glance up at Kakashi, the tiny woman speaks whilst reaching for her canteen.      “Need a drink?”

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A moment’s breather is nice, especially after a rowdy past few hours.

The two of them were always so quiet, it truly did seem that verbal communication was behind them. It was nice, really, to have someone who could sense things, could infer them so clearly without having to ask a million questions; he wonders when they reached this point, being so comfortable with one another. It almost scares him.

When offered a canteen, a dirty, gloved hand reaches for it. “Thanks,” is all that he responds with as he tugs down his mask, to take himself a swig of water. It’s fresh, something the two of them most definitely were not. It’s nice.

As if in return, from his pocket a handkerchief is obtained, and held out to her-- it’s not clean, but it’s not all too dirty either. Her nose looked like it needed it.

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                           a HUFF leaves his lips in a haste, palms                             CURVING over his hips; back bending forward                             to get eye level with the other as he pays no                             MIND to him.                           ‘ If only you were that dedicated to reading books                             in school, Kakashi. Don’t you have PAPERWORK                             to do ? ‘                              

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At first, the rokudaime pays no heed to the man, who seems to be taking interest in chastising him for his apparent lack of initiative in work-- at which time he’d offhandedly reach into the desk and retrieve a stack of papers. 

Dropping it before the other, he hums, looking up briefly with a cocked eyebrow before flipping the page of his book.

“I did.”

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  The mental image of an immobile Kakashi being hefted onto an old hospital mattress by a group of nurses has her shoulders moving up and down in silent laughter, and the tiniest of giggles escape her lips, which she quickly muffles with a hand. Looking up at him with an unbelieving expression, she punches his arm lightly, carefully observing his reaction. “Oh really now? Alllll better now, huh?”

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“That’s funny to you, hm?”

“Your poor sensei, being dragged around like a ragdoll?” The man wrinkles his nose as he looks at the girl beside him, who he realizes is very quite tall now (in comparison to the past at least.) Her laugh, though at his own expense, is enough to make his shoulders relax ever so.

The little punch to his arm is just that, hardly bothersome, yet he lifts his hand in a measure of mock pain to cover the spot her knuckles had brushed. Another wrinkle of the nose, fake pain-- and maybe an ounce of real at the squeeze of his hand against his muscles-- crossing his expression.

Then, he drops it, and hums. “Yeah. For the most part. Should be up and running in a day, at most. I’ll leave sooner if they let me.”

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      the child grunts in response ; saying nothing towards the car, not even a movement is given at first. his shoulder rolls, ear buds dangling- deserted as finally he takes a step forward and they sway. pale finger tips grabbing one in mid air before placing it back into his ear with a subtle shrug. the name had been noted obviously- to reaffirm it would be pointless, introducing himself even more so.

再生–  ‘ hn- you already know my name. ’ words are disinterested at best as he comes to stand near the car.

“Of course I do, Sasuke,” comes his response, as he too makes his way over to the vehicle, a keychain pulled from his pocket holds a small remote which he uses to unlock the doors for the boy. “Still, there’s nothing wrong with exchanging pleasantries despite that, is there? We’re going to be living together, after all. I’d think we’d want to get along.”

A sigh is released as he gets into the car, key tucked into the ignition, and car started. “Are you hungry?”

An innocuous enough question, hopefully something to get the ball rolling, so to speak, on this newfound relationship. He doubts it’ll take them too far but to learn, perhaps, his favorite food, or just something he likes (seeing as he’s the sort who doesn’t like anything) is a good enough step.