ninja in training.

independent garu. aged up.

[dramafeelz]

WHO ALLOWED

[oopsprompts]

“You tried to kill me!”

“Don’t insult me. If I’d tried to kill you, you’d be dead.”

[puccahearted-blog]

starter call  !    i may approach some for plotting to clear the details,  but click the heart if you’d like me to write you a starter ♡

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garuhearted:

It’s quiet, and she’s enjoying the peace that comes with it. Mortality gives fresh eyes to the sights around her ; it seems so much more satisfying to simply listen, knowing each sound will never be the same again, including the fragile knock that appears at her window. At first, she believes she’s imagining ( sometimes that happens, but she’s been told not to be concerned about it ) but a curious turn of her head reveals a figure outside, apparently perching like a bird. Cheeks flush at the intrusion of her privacy as she bounces over, then deepen above a love-struck smile when her gentle hands pull back the opening. 

Garu, her Garu, is a sight she’s more than happy to take in. A stray breeze blows her hair from her face and replaces it with the sight of his, falling around coloured cheeks that makes her heart squeeze! Her smile never wavers, and a outstretched arm invites him out of the dark and into the warm pink of her personal heaven, a private place for her to weave her special magic.

there  is  a  reluctant  sort  of  force  which  births  into  his  action  the  moment  the  window  slides over,    a  wish  deep  in  his  heart  that  he  can  just  flee  his  way  right  now  to  the  safe  confinement  of  his  own  home  and  deal  with  his  hair  situation  by  himself,   but  it  all  vanishes  quickly  with  two  things:   the  idea  of  being  caught  by  somebody  else  when  his  hair  is  the  way  it  is   (   plus,  didn’t  he  promise  tobe  for  a  night  duel  ?  )   ,   and  the  sight  of  pucca  (  pucca  !  )   in  her  night  gown.    the blush  is  quick,  fiery,  but  garu  is  at  least   —   he  likes  to  think  —   honourable  enough  to  keep  his  wide  gaze  on  her  face.

the  hand  clutching  back  to  her  open  arm  is  simpler  to  be  done  than  he  expects,   but  he  blames  it  simply  on  the  state  of  his   vulnerability.   garu  is  certain  should  this  be  in  a  different  circumstance,   he  wouldn’t  be  this    ———    easy?   quick to accept her skinship?   he  wouldn’t  be  this  willing.  pucca,  after  all,  is  terrifying  in  her  strength  -    even  if  garu  never  admits  them  aloud.   oh,  well   -   not  that  he  could.    a  twirl  of  a  black  strand  !   and  garu  squeezes  the  arm  which  belongs  to  her,  gaze  averting  uncharacteristically  downwards  while  he  showcase  the  fallen  hair.  his  unspoken  question  goes                     help  me? 

[puccahearted-blog]

starter call  !    i may approach some for plotting to clear the details,  but click the heart if you’d like me to write you a starter ♡

[puccahearted-blog]

@garuhearted aka my other half: *replies* me, automatically: sobs

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@towercursed tagged:

 #{in this house we love and respect bella's garu}#{LITERAL GARU TO MY PUCCA TBH}

me??? loving your ass???? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK!!!

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         it’s shameless to suddenly appear from the shadows                    especially when the other person isn’t at all an enemy.   but habits are hard to break,  and so from the shadows,   garu appears.    still,   at the sight of the other man,   he bows both apologetically and in greeting.    it’s been a while since he’s seen the other.    garu is glad they’ve crossed paths once more.   and he isn’t usually glad to see the same person twice   -    with the way he lives,   it’s hard to maintain friends or anything of the like.   garu wonders,  rather foolishly,  if arthur considers them friends.

        [how are you?]

        garu writes across the skin of his own wrist as he pulls the glove off,   eyes blinking forward and expression surprisingly honest.

@aquajr  ♡’d  !

[lifeinpoetry]

I’ve started thinking of people as wounds / that don’t heal.

Yves Olade, from “Juda Reconsidered,” published in Kingdoms in the Wild (via lifeinpoetry)

[ridingred]

          alright, so he kind of feels like an ass now for being such a dick about it. especially given that realistically, if anyone from the league was going to turn up on his balcony in the middle of the night, jason would indeed prefer it be garu. so he sighs, steps aside so the other can enter. because really, he probably couldn’t leave the guy out there even if he wanted to–which he kind of doesn’t? it’s complicated. and anything to do with the league seldom bodes well for the likes of him. but it could be worse, that’s what he’s telling himself. much worse in fact. it could have been talia. and that was a whole other issue he was never willing to deal with. thankfully she seemed as reluctant to have anything to do with him these days as he was. small mercies, he supposes.

            “don’t worry ‘bout it. c’mon, let’s get you somethin’ for that.”

          not the first time nor the last someone’s turned up on his doorstep ( or windowsill ) looking slightly worse for wear. in fact it seems to be just about the only time he has any visitors. but that’s probably for the best. he doesn’t pay much mind to the other, simply opens the door for him and steps back inside himself. 

          “i take it this isn’t a social call?”

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             another  respectable  nod  is  passed  along  as  garu  finally  trudges  in  into  the  apartment  ,  trying  not  to  comment  on  the  fact  that  ,  for  a  dead  person  —  jason  keeps  a  rather  neat  apartment  .   at  his  question  ,  garu  merely  turns  back  to  blink  ,  embarrassed  for  a  moment  that  his  exhaustion  is  oh-so-very  apparent  that  he  needs  more  time  to  process  what  was  being  asked  ,  rather  than  usual  .  eyes  identifying  a  scattered  pamphlet  on  the  table  ,  garu  points  to  it  

        may  i  ?

                he  asks  ,  before  feeling  for  a  pen  he  always  brings  with  him  to  write  on  it.  with  a  precise  handwriting  ,  garu  begins  to  note  in  fluent  english :  [  i  need  a  moment  of  rest  to  replenish  my  chakra  in  order  to  heal  myself.  i  fear  my  opponents  have  worn  me  down .  ]   he  merely  explains  ,  skipping  ahead  of  his  suspicions  that  his  “  opponents   ”   were  indeed  just  the  league’s   work  ,  trying  to  draw  out  more  ancient  techniques  out  of  him  .  he  doesn’t  think  jason  would  be  interested  to  know  that  as  well  ,  since  the  other  male  tends  to  not  get  himself  involved  with  other  people’s  ruckus  as  much .  which  is  a  good  thing  ,  garu  thinks  .

           [  will  that  be  alright  ?  ]   garu  notes  a  bit  more  ,  before  he  surrenders  his  standing  position  to  one  that’s  crouching  —  always  in  a  typical  ninja-like  pose  —   feeling  the  blanket  of  tiredness  draping  heavily  across  his  shoulders  .  his  shoulders  sag  ,  and  the  pen  rolls  away  from  his  palm  to  the  floor  .  pathetic  ,  he  scowls  to  himself  ,  hoping  jason  wouldn’t  judge .

[puccahearted-blog]

       knock,  knock.

               just simple sound and yet    —     every bump of his curled fingers hitting the almost paper-like fabric resonates deeply within him.    the air outside is cold,   but it isn’t the reason garu is folding in on himself as he balances his whole weight atop of the roof right  . . .   ———    right by her window.   garu isn’t sure which is more embarrassing:   the idea of being caught with his hair down,   or being caught in pucca’s room when garu’s well aware her uncles were just downstairs.   but wait he does,   ears perking up with the intention of listening in to any sound of danger,  or,  particularly,   pucca,  coming to his saviour.   his cheek heats up   -    but garu is content on blaming the freezing weather.

@garuhearted  didn’t   ♡   this, but uhhh have this?

[kimwoobinseyebrows]

Woobin (✿´‿`)

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GARU BELIEVES HIS FATHER’S WORDS OF HIM BEING A DISAPPOINTMENT IMMENSELY.    to round it up,    garu is a surprisingly very obedient child.    he’s traditional,   though fact remains that whether garu was obedient due to the culture of society there  ( where offsprings were expected to heed to parents’ commands without questions being asked )   or the culture of his own family remains unknown.    still,   garu’s faith in his family   —   particularly his father,   the head of the inoue clan   —   never wavers.    so when father claims that garu is dishonourable,   weak,   useless,   he never really fights back.

this is a fact garu carries strongly into his adulthood.    he knows,   deep in his heart,   no matter how strong he became,   no matter how good of a warrior he may be to have people depend on him so,   HE CAN NEVER REALLY GAIN FATHER’S TRUE APPROVAL    -     thus highlighting garu’s strong belief that he truly is without worth.   (   plus,  the fact that he became a full-fledged ninja,   which is a disgrace in comparison to being a samurai,   has already implied that garu lives a life that he cannot turn back from.  )   

but gary never stops his training .   why?    because despite his belief,  childishly,   he still holds a certain torch that father might want him back.    this ambition,  of course,   became somewhat    MOOT   when,   in both marvel and dc verses,   he ended up becoming a slow-ageing warrior assassin whose father was long gone.   but at that point,   with the threat of a new and frightening era so very different from how he remembers the world to be,   being a ninja becomes a strong mask of familiarity he cannot help from clinging upon.

in the end,   garu remains a ninja not because he desires so,   and his skilled and talents as a warrior   —   though advanced and impressive   —    means quite nothing to him.   HE BECOMES A NINJA BECAUSE IT’S NECESSARY   -   BECAUSE HE HADN’T KNOWN HOW ELSE TO LIVE.   but apart of garu will always remain vacant,  empty.   he never voices them out,  couldn’t,   doesn’t think he will,  but fact still stands:    even hundred years ahead,   his loyalty to father and his family  (  and their thoughts  )   never lets up.

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starter call  !    i may approach some for plotting to clear the details,  but click the heart if you’d like me to write you a starter ♡

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GARU IS NOT A MAN OF MANY WORDS.                  independent multi-verses  (  marvel and dc verses available )   and canon divergent,  aged up garu,  a lone ninja,   from pucca franchise.  revamped.

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tag dump!   heart 1 ( basic ) /  heart 2 ( about )  /  heart 3 ( verses )  /  heart 4 ( misc )

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NO  two  people  were  alike  ,  no  matter  how  many  patients  and  clients  she  went  through  per  day  ,  every  week  ,  for  the  past  few  years  .  this  man  was  no  different  ;  he  was  different  ,  but  in  a  way  she  couldn’t  quite  place  .    (  probably  a  terrible  idea  to  start  inferencing  things  about  a  person  before  even  getting  to  know  them  .  but  then  again  ,  maybe  not  .  )    as  the  other  starts  to  unbutton  his  shirt  ,  cheeks  stain  bright  red  and  she  raises  her  arms  to  stop  him                                            as  he  indicates  his  name  ,  both  in  korean  &  japanese  ,  languages  both  familiar  to  her  .  the  engish  version  of  the  tattoos  are  on  his  arm  .                  ❛  helen  .  helen  cho  of  the  avengers  ,  i  guess  .   ❜                quick  laughs  are  stolen  as  she  tries  to  reason  with  herself  as  to  why  she  even  said  that  ;  and  why  the  other  wouldn’t  talk  .

as  a  doctor  ,  she’s  been  through  a  fair  share  of  mutes  and  other  disabled  people  requiring  lots  of  assistance  in  assimilating  to  a  life  in  complete  darkness  ,  silence  ,  and  restraint  .

❛  do  you  read  sign  language  ?   ❜                    quick  ,  awkward  signs  are  managed  as  helen  reaches  down  for  the  cat               currently  napping  contentedly  at  her  feet  .  right  at  her  ankles  ,  to  be  specific  .   the  doctor  can  only  hope  she  signed  it  right  ,  considering  she  hasn’t  used  it  in  almost  three  years  .    (  it’d  be  even  more  awkward  if  he  couldn’t  ,  but  she  doesn’t  dwell  on  that  thought  too  long  .  one  thing  at  a  time  ,  right  ?  )    .

and  the  other’s  last  motions  let  her  exhale  a  bout  of  held  breath  .  he  won’t  be  out  to  hurt  her  ,  probably  .  probably  . 

❛  come  in  ,  i  won’t  take  your  cat  .  promise  .   ❜                    is  said  out  loud  ,  as  helen  momentarily  forgets  to  sign  .  hopefully  it  didn’t  matter  .  but  then  again  ,  even  villains  could  do  with  coffee  .

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             of  the  avengers  ,  she tells                   and  a  pair  of  raised  eyebrows  are  turned  out  of  pure  interest  …   that  is  ,  before  the  paranoia  kicks  in.   what  is  this  ?   something  in  him  has  hissed  ,  could  this  be  that  this  is  apart  of   S.P.E.A.R.’s   plan  to  keep  a  better  hold  of  him  ?  would  they  really  think  garu  wouldn’t  risk  hurting  a  woman  if  it  means  it  would  guarantee  his  freedom  ,  at  last  ?  not  that  he  has  any  high  hopes  for  it .  it  seems  the  more  the  century  grows  ,  the  more  people  were  inclined  to  treat  his  false  mortality  as  a  reason  to  treat  him  like  an  object .  was  that  what  he  will  be  to  her  —  her  who  is  a  spy  ,  perhaps  ?   —   just  another  subject  to  look  after.

             but  then  ,  if  she  were  spying  …   why  would  she  inform  him  so  willy-nilly ?    avengers  ,  she  said  —  right  ,  he  has  to  inform  his  supervisor  that  and  ask  them  if  she  were  too  ,  secretly  ,  a  SPEAR  agent  perhaps .

            avoiding  slyly  of  the  question  regarding  his  ability  to  sign  ,  garu  merely  turns  his  attention  back  to  mio  to  gain  back  its  attention  so  they  could  retreat  back  to  their  own  home  and  not  bother  anybody  else.  (  there’s  nothing  garu  hates  more  than  to  be  a  bother                  his  father  ,  after  all  ,  has  been  a  large  factor  as  to  why  the  feeling  resonates  so  heavily  .   )   but  then  her  offer  of  some  friendly  beverages  is  being  brought  up  again  and  she’s  taking  his  head  and  she’s  beckoning  him  to  come  in  …

              a  finger  taps  her  shoulder  half-way  as  she’s  entering  her  own  quarters  and  garu  waits  until  he  has  all  of  her  focus  on  him  before  he  gently  writes  the  word  TEA ?   in  modern  korean   across  her  bare  wrist  that’s  curled  around  his  smug  cat.  garu  isn’t  very  fond  of  coffee  ,  if  that’s  what  she’s  offering                    but  tea  …   now  that  reminds  him  of  the  years  before  machines  conquered  most  of  the  world.  the  easier  times  .  even  father’s  wrath  and  shame  over  his  skinny  being  weren’t  too  bad  as  he  reflects  on  it  now  .