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@shannaroka
GIRLS can be heroes too. a private and highly selective roleplay blog for haruno sakura from the animanga naruto. PLOT - ORIENTATED. [mahaa, she/they, 22] current carrd here! still under co! but it was made by wren / lostfables!
note : this blog is slow-reply until december! mun is in medical school.
❝ eh ? what do you mean dinner ? ❞ blank stare, mouth hanging open slightly, sakura's bizarre offer leaves him in a state of pure confusion. he's not sure what brought about this attitude. not sure why the pinkette is suddenly being so nice. bandaged right hand raises to rub temples, allowing naruto to consider his options.
❝ oh ! i get it. ❞ radiating confidence, a bright goofy grin spreads across the jinchuriki's face. he definitely understands now. ❝ you're saying you wanna get a meal at ichiraku's, right ? man, it sure has been a while since we've eaten there, huh ? ❞ completely reassured, both arms cross, resting behind his head. ❝ well, what do you think, sakura ? it'll be my treat ! ❞
@shannaroka.
jade eyes gloss him over once. there's no way he could possibly be this unaware, but sakura forgets : this is naruto we're talking about. cheeks turn pink, then red, then anger bubbles. she's going out of her way to try and approach their ... situation — and this is what she gets? ❛ — you're really dense naruto! ❜ voice practically screams at him, bringing her jacket close as she gets ready to walk away before turning back, throwing him a death glare.
❛ i didn't mean ichikaru's! we go there all the time. ❜ i meant some place special. i meant to tell you that i've been thinking about you. i meant to tell you that you're my best friend & more. the thoughts go unfinished, as she mentally scolds her lack of patience. ❛ — i'm trying to tell you something! ❜
＊ 𝖇𝖞𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖔 ⸻ an independent ﹠ highly selective 𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑔𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎 from masashi kishimoto's 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗼 ⁽ ᶠᵉᵃᵗˑ ᵐᵃᶰᵍᵃ˒ ᵃᶰᶤᵐᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶰᵒᵛᵉˡ ᶤᶰᶠˡᵘᵉᶰᶜᵉˢ ⁾ . by anouk , est. august 2023.
lady kaede's village is nearly a six day trek for the young girl, traveling far from her village past the once beautiful island of hōraijima. the pinkette priestess clenches her first, annoyed at the white haired intrusion blocking her path. sakura's village elders have sent her, in her elegant pastel kimono as a sign of respect, to answer the call of help that lady kaede had sent forth. her gloved hand stretches, fingers extending as a mechanism to cool down (to prevent her from scratching inuyasha's eyes out like a cat attacking a dog). out of memory for the priestess kikyō, ❛ inuyasha —— ❜ a loathing greeting, crossing her arms. of all the half-demons she could have crossed path, why is it always him? ❛ pleasure to see you. must you always lurk around kaede's grounds? ❜
@heroeswove from inuyasha : ❛ i don't need your help. ❜
❛ wonderful. i didn't come to help you. ❜ jade eyes dart away from his golden gaze, securing her bag across her back before taking another step forward. lady tsunade has sent her with a mission, one that the aspiring lady sakura intends to complete. ❛ your village requested aid that i am personally delivering from mine. if you could just get out of me way, i'd like to get out of here and back without a scratch from your claws. but do carry a message for me — lady tsunade sends her best to your brother. ❜ sakura too can dig under another's skin, relishing in the discomfort of the demon that killed kikyō before her. ❛ the sooner you let me pass, the sooner i'll leave. ❜
PROMPTS FOR WORKAHOLIC CHARACTERS WHO PUSH THEMSELVES TOO HARD * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary
there's still a lot of work to be done.
i'm not finished with it yet.
i can't give up just yet.
there's nothing noble about working yourself to death.
you think i can't handle this myself?
there's not enough hours in the day.
i realize you think you have to do this.
working like this helps me think.
i'll sleep when i'm dead.
your work ethic scares me sometimes.
i don't need your help.
do you ever sleep?
they need me.
no matter how hard you work, it won't bring them back.
do you realize how crazy that sounds?
i'm not stopping until this is done.
you need to slow down.
i feel like i'm wasting my life.
have you ever taken a vacation?
i can handle this on my own.
i'm nothing without my work.
you're going to get sick if you keep going like this.
you've proven your point.
you're going to work yourself to death.
there are worse ways to spend a life.
you can't keep going at this pace.
i don't have time to rest.
it needs to be done.
do you have any healthy coping mechanisms, by any chance?
there's no time to waste.
i think it's time for you to take a break.
everything was going great until you stopped me.
i can't sleep yet. not until this is done.
i'm the only one who can do this.
at least let me help you.
if i just focus on my work, i don't have to think about anything else.
i'm not asking you to take a break, i'm telling you.
did you really have to interrupt like that?
i'm not budging.
it's my life's work.
you're not going to convince me otherwise.
when was the last time you slept?
i'll help you finish the job if you promise to get some rest.
you're practically falling asleep standing up.
you can finish this in the morning.
let me get you to bed.
don't you get it? it's over!
working yourself to death isn't going to fix anything.
if i don't do it, no one else will.
i wish you would take some time to rest.
i'm not taking a break, if that's what you're asking.
you just broke my concentration, thank you very much.
i'm not going to bed.
i don't know how to quit.
they're counting on me.
too many people rely on me.
i can't disappoint them.
you need a vacation.
i wish you would just listen to me and slow down.
your eye bags have eye bags.
all right, that's it. i'm putting my foot down.
no more excuses.
what do you get out of this? this overworking thing?
without my work... i'm nothing.
no one else is going to step in.
i don't care about me. i care about them.
we have unfinished business.
if i stop now, it'll be like giving up.
i'm a perfectionist. it's in my nature.
better to pour myself into my work than something else.
i wish you would go easy on yourself.
this is very unhealthy.
sakuraaaaaaaaaaa
she's working, clinic papers thrown haphazardly across the desk when sakura hears him enter. [ unsurprising of him to not even grace her with a knock ] looking up from the set of discharge papers, sakura's jade eyes fall on his shaky stature. her eyebrow raises, dismissive. ❛ toji, i'm busy. ❜ if he needs to see a doctor, there's hundreds in the hospital he can bother instead of her. eyes drop back to the papers, ready to sign when she hears him clear his throat, signaling back her attention with annoyance. the pinkette is ready to tell him to leave with more conviction, when he stares straight with an odd glint — echoing the quick words before a puddle of blood extends from his neck.
@tjifushiguro | hey sakura watch this. ( stabs himself in the head )
she's up and running before he's moved a fraction of an inch, ❛ what the hell was that for? ❜ he's overdramatic to say the least, as sakura drops to her knees, delicate hands finding the wound. first. to stop the gushing blood from falling on her new office carpet. two. to use her chakra to find the source of the wound and stop him from bleeding out to death. three. once the energy fades and toji's as good as before, her jade eyes push together in fury. ❛ what is wrong with you?! ❜ if looks could kill, sakura is sure toji would be drowning in his own blood. ❛ there are other ways to get my attention. killing yourself is a poor choice! ❜
Drawing my comfort girl 💖
hi sakura i drew this for u do u like it (:
hi sai it is the most precious gift i've ever gotten in my entire life. i'll put it on my bedside table next to the original team 7 photograph. i'll print this out and give it to copies to everyone i see. i will force naruto to see this image every single day for the rest of his life
I chose nations based on the techniques: Sakura can easily crush the ground, Naruto's rasengan is air, Sasuke masters fire and lightning, and Kakashi can do them all, so to keep the balance - he's a (very hot) waterbender.
a year prior his movements would have been much different, much more severe than the measured glare he regards her with now, his previous haughty revulsion for humanity now giving way to something more akin to apathy. his disdain for humans still stands, for their fragility and frivolity, but it no longer holds the weight it once had, both the wish to become human and the staunch resistance to it as a whole once he had accepted the impossibility of such a desire now fading into a separate reality entirety, becoming mere secondhand to him now. it tints rather than colors. before, he would have spat out in disgust that he wasn't human, that he wasn't so pathetically breakable as to need her help, but now he weighs his options. bringing the matter of his lack of humanity to her attention would serve him no purpose — and neither would going through the motions, allowing her to think she was helping him as she wiped artificial blood, so he settles on a scoff, a condescending tone familiar on his tongue. "i assure you that's entirely unnecessary." if she thinks he's merely being stubborn, that's on her. he feels no need to explain himself.
her nose scrunches up into a frown, ears nearly turning red in embarrassment ——— did he think she was useless? the pink haired medic has gotten that underestimation before, without her white coat and alchemist badge, sakura sticks out like a weak, stupid little girl. (she's used to it. had it not been for training under albedo or lisa, sakura would've been dismissed as a starry eyed dreamer instead of the star pupil she's quickly become.) the anger passes before sakura can give him a lecture on infections, death. and all the side effects that come from a wound like that. fine. ❛❛ your funeral then. ❜❜ she huffs out, crossing her arms. ❛❛ — how did you even get something like that? ❜❜ jade eyes study the angle, the blood. there's something uncharacteristically off, something on her edge that warns her. ❛❛ you should be more careful if you're so convinced you're fine without treatment. ❜❜
fantasy sakura verse starter call.......
Haruno Sakura as princess
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 in her mothers grasp, looking at them curiously for a long moment. She's amazed by the golden coloring of the petals, the way they shine under the sun is unlike anything that she has ever seen before. She can understand her mothers fascination with them, she finds herself just as fascinated by them now.
Smile only grows as her dark hues flicker back to her mother, lips parting so that awestruck words can tumble from lips. " They're beautiful. I've never seen flowers quite like these before ! " She nods her head at first in response to her mothers next set of words. " They would look nice in the hospital and could really brighten someone's day . . . I'd love to drop them off with you. "
grown in love, sarada is all sakura could have wanted in life, a brilliant girl with an outstanding mind, she's everything. when sakura's jade eyes meet her daughter's onyx eyes & for a second, all she can think of is how perfect the moment is. like clockwork, memories play of her daughters' childhood, a bubbling girl clinging to her father's chest, a hiccup laugh just like her mothers. a fascination with fighting and a determination. her sarada has big dreams. dreams that will come true. sakura walks side by side with her, leaving space for sasuke on the side. imaging he's here. they all belong here. together. (but it's best not to dwindle on that.)
❛❛ they remind me of you, ❜❜ she reaches over to take out a few petals, giving them to sarada. her hand brushes over her daughter's cheek. it's strange, how much sarada looks like sasuke, & how little sarada looks like sakura. but beyond that, sakura can see herself in her daughter. the same fire that tsunade cradled. (her sarada will accomplish it all.) ❛❛ they light up the room, just like you. i'm happy you could find time to see me, how did you finish early? ❜❜
looking for sakura shirts and cannot escape this image let me OUT
I WANT TO KNOW HOW IT WILL END … I WANT TO BE SURE OF WHAT IT WILL COST ✭ #SECTYR an independent & selective portrayal of transformers' airachnid \ idw + prime orient with verses across continuities, written by chantelle. est. 2016, revamped 2023. ✭ I WANT TO REACH MY HAND INTO THE DARK & FEEL WHAT REACHES BACK.
