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haruno sakura ∙ diligence ∙ eighteen ∙ third year class s3-1 ∙ house 1-b ∙ roommate: kyoukotsu     ◜ naruto rp blog affiliated with pendulum city                                               tracking #shannarox ◞

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reason for leaving below the cut. 

gets kind of personal, so if you don’t want to read it, that’s fine. just know that i will always think of you guys and i’ll find a way to return when i can.

a couple months ago, i found out my bio dad has pancreatic cancer that they can’t get rid of. sucks, because i just found out about him, but at the same time i never knew him so??

and then, a couple days ago, my dad has a heart attack. he’s fine, he’s recovering-it was due to stress. stress because he’s cheating. and that sucks even more.

i don’t know where my head is at, and i can barely figure out what to feel-i’ve tried writing for sakura, but nothing i write sounds right or comes out the way i want it too. i really love this roleplay, so i tried to figure it out, but right now i’m not going to do it nor sakura justice.

if sakura or another character i feel comfortable playing is still available by the time i get my head screwed on straight, then i’ll return. if not, then i’ll just figure out how to play another character and return nonetheless.

if you want to contact me/stay in contact with me, the best way is on my skype: makemes-stutter, just put your url in the “ hi nice to meet you “ section and we’re good. another place is my personal tumblr, kilaueaa. it’s mainly used to reblog random shit, but ask/IM is a good place to poke me.

again, i’m really sorry. i’ve been so absent before now, i just felt like i needed to put down an explanation.

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♛ shoulder rubs

        " Thank you for letting me do this, Shikamaru, " she said as she tied her hair back into a tiny pony tail. She had been studying all month about the body’s muscles, and how this world affected them, which led her to a whole new world of remedies of minor maladies. The tricky part about this world was the fact that it was almost exactly like her old one, until you looked at the nuances of things. The people in this world suffered some of the same aches and pains as before, but the solution to the problem was different-required more skill... or a different kind, depending on who you asked. Her mind had been running around in circles, trying to figure it all out.

— The point being, she wanted to experiment. Shikamaru just so happened to be the unlucky person to catch her attention first.

Sakura led him to straddle a chair, a pillow situated on the back to offer him some comfort in leaning forward. Most of the searches said to be shirtless and use oils, but she didn’t want Shikamaru to get uncomfortable, so she dismissed that plan. Maybe next time, if he were amiable to another experiment once she got better at this. Besides, she didn’t need to have his back exposed to know where the muscles were that she needed to knead. Carefully setting her hands on his shoulders, Sakura took up a steady rhythm of rubbing the muscles in his shoulder and neck with the heels of her palm.

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A room with a view;

A baby pink phallus is paraded around the street, steered into view followed by applause and cheers.

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“THAT’S SO WEIRD!”

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Sakura approached her friend, a look of odd excitement plastered on her face. The festivals odd charm had rubbed off on her, it seemed.

                " — Ino, inoino, " she called to get the blonde’s attention, trying not to laugh as she showed Ino what she had in her hands.   " They have dicksicles. "

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good luck charm

Sakura watched with a sick sort of fascination as the streets filled with people. She had already seen one of the pink... ah. Things, go by, which is what piqued her curiosity in the first place. They seemed to be the main feature of this festival, which made even less sense. Did they work like Buddhist statues she’d read about? That just raised even more questions.

                                  “ If you lick these ones, do they give you even more luck? “

[memestockpile]

send one for a kind gesture;

[spireborn]

♖ comforting after a nightmare ♘ kiss on the forehead ♣ wiping away tears ♝ holding hands ♡ hugging ♦ picking up your character ♤ bathing your character ♠ my muse taking care of your muse when they’re sick ♛ shoulder rubs ☮ stroking/ruffling hair ▽ patting/rubbing their back ☽ dressing your character ☺ my muse helping your muse fall asleep ❮ my muse comforting your muse as they grieve ♋  my muse fixing your muse something to eat ✍ my muse  teaching your muse ∞ my muse reading to your muse ♒ my muse leaving yours a nice message

[sasucommunist]

dexterity ♢; skill or adroitness in using the hands or body; cleverness

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Hottest fantasy of yours- GO!

          “ A stable job, a nice house, a loving spouse and a beautiful child, all while maintaining my ability to bring someone from the brink of death—and to bring them to that point, if need be. “

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shunshin-no-shisui replied to your post:

PUT YOUR EYE BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

[shunshin-no-shisui]

He chuckled, lowering the hand that had covered his ‘missing’ eye. 

“April fool’s!” The look on the girls face, did she really think he would have removed his eye just like that? “Don’t worry, my eyes aren’t exactly the hot commodity they once were.”

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It... it was a joke. She had been fully prepared to—

Ignoring the way her knees wanted to sag with relief, Sakura aimed a moderated punch at the unfamiliar Uchiha's shoulder. And then a slap on the same spot. For good measure.

              " — Lousy, stubborn Uchiha's... thinking they're so bad ass... over my dead body... "

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shunshin-no-shisui replied to your post:Don’t pat yourself on the back about that, that’s...

o_-

PUT YOUR EYE BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

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Don’t pat yourself on the back about that, that’s not safe.

[mugicha1]

ig: @____imerin

[dailynaruto]

sakura week || day 7 happy birthday sakura (march 28)

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Happy Birthday Sakura-chan!

Naruto knocked on her door, humming cheerfully under his breath as he waited. Wedged under one arm was a badly wrapped book he’d found amongst the shelves at the bookstore he worked at. The cover was an elegant blue, the title in a looping gold font, and he hoped she’d like it. Tucked between the pages was a bookmark he’d found of a pressed cherry blossom. In his other hand dangled a bag of red bean paste dumplings, the kind he knew she liked. 

Sakura had been testing out her gift from Ino when she heard the knock. She carefully slipped out of the heels and set them back in the box, lingering for a moment to promise them she’d wear them out sometime soon. Because they did make her feel good, and they made her calves look really good. There was a smile lingering on her face all the way to the door, and it only widened when she saw who was on the other side.

        “ Naruto! ” Sakura would’ve gone in for a hug, but she noticed the bag in his hand and the present (?) under his arm, and decided she’d get a hug later. It was her birthday, she was allowed to feel affectionate.     “ — I’m glad to see you. ” She stepped back to invite him in, giving her part of the room a quick glance to be sure she remembered to clean up. She had a few articles of clothing on her bed, plus the box with the shoes, but other than that her part was relatively clean. Good. Reputation, in tact.

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until we feel alright || for naruto

@ramendattebayo

This place’s curriculum was odd. Half of it didn’t seem to have any real-world application, and what was school for if not to prepare young minds for a life beyond it? Sakura was absolutely baffled by it. But she did enjoy school, and learning, and she'd be damned if she wasn't going to see it through to the end. She hadn't found any subjects particularly difficult yet, though learning history required more focus than she'd originally thought. Sakura let out a harsh sigh, her teeth pressing deeper grooves into the pencil held in her mouth. She'd been at the library ever since classes got out for the day, studying to make up for the days she missed when she first came to this strange world. The words were beginning to swim, warping and changing—and more importantly, making absolutely no sense. Maybe she should have gotten more than four prudent hours of sleep last night...

Pushing away from the table, Sakura rubbed her hands over her eyes in a fit of exasperation. She couldn't let these lessons get the best of her, but every moment she spent not studying, it felt like ants beneath her skin. She had to catch up, she had to succeed, she had to focus and thrive and only then could she put all this behind her and work on getting home with a clear conscience. Even so, looking away from the white and black small text made her head feel better than it had in days. A little break couldn't hurt her... besides, she needed to eat sometime. A stiff breakfast bar for lunch wouldn't be good to sustain her for long, and she wasn't fond of passing out. Since she couldn't eat in the library, she began to gather her books up so she could eat on the bench outside—but a flash of yellow hair caught her eye before she could make a move.

No... it couldn't be...

He was gone before she got more than a seconds look, but Sakura had been watching that back since she was twelve years old. Even in a different world, with different customs and a different feel, she knew what he looked like when he was walking away. Whether it be to Ichiraku or off to train with Jiraya-sensei and everything in between... She knew that back. She knew that man. But why was he here? Sakura quickly grabbed the pencil out of her mouth, knowing that she wouldn't be able to catch up to him quick enough to get his attention—but he was already out the door. Leaving her bags, Sakura was propelled forward instinctively, dashing out of the library before the librarian could say something about her running. She'd apologize later. Thankfully, he wasn't a fast walker at this current moment, and all she had to do was take a couple more steps to reach out and touch his back lightly.

                " — Naruto...? "

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“What’s going on here?”

Oh no.

The sound of Uzumaki-san’s voice had Sakura’s blood running cold. She looked up slowly from her position on the floor, her fear obvious from how pale her face was. Surrounding her—all over the counter, the stove, the table and various little hoards on the floor—were bowls of ramen, most cold, but some still hot and fresh. She had an apron on, that already had stains despite having just been bought this morning, and bandages on her arms where she’d spilled some of the boiling water on her first attempts. All in all, she looked like a hot mess.

Sakura had been feeling a bit nostalgic, in addition to her constant state of being homesick. She knew how much Ichiraku ramen meant to Naruto, so she had thought to try and replicate the recipe in an attempt to bring some of Konoha here… but so far, she had failed miserably. The first few attempts would’ve made her puke if she had been a lesser woman, and though she’d gotten better, she was nowhere near the level of Teuchi-sama.

                            “ Please don’t tell anyone… ”

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"I see that you and that walking pylon are getting along well. Did you charm him already?" Ino grinned, tossing a birthday treat of frozen yogurt Sakura's way, piled with swirls of cream and decorated with a chocolate flake.

          " Aha, yeah, totally got him wrapped around my finger, " Sakura quipped, rolling her eyes. Even the thought of him had her blood boiling, which she remedied by eating a little piece of the treat—attempting to hold back a moan at the taste.

                        " It's already gotten to a point where all I have to do is see his face and I'm making fists. I thought I was at least a little better than that. "

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"Look out where you're going, asshole!"

            “ — STOP WALKING SO FUCKING SLOWLY, THEN I WOULDN’T HAVE TO SHOVE YOUR ASS TO THE SIDE!! “

She has no time for pleasantries, temper flaring. She has places to be, and none of them are in ANY vicinity of the blue haired dick behind her.