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@shiranvhi
if YOU die because I poisoned you...how is that MY fault like I'm sorry you aren't immune to my poisons I think that's genuinely something you need to work on. Fix yourself before blaming others.
❝ you wanna switch? i take the dagger, you take the giant sword? ❞
He can’t help the near-hysterical laugh that bubbles out of his mouth like blood-- or maybe with the blood, because he certainly has enough copper-taste in his mouth. Leaping back so they’re standing shoulder to shoulder gives him a moment to breathe, and he manages to murmur, “Switch? Aren’t you supposed to be the swordsman here?”
Any humor he’d managed to force into his expression drains out of him when he spots Hayate’s badly mangled right wrist. Probably not a career ender and certainly not immediately life-threatening, but if shock doesn’t end up killing him then trying and failing to swing a heavy sword one-handed just might. Genma holds out the dagger and takes the massive cleaver from him with a grunted, “Fine, but retreat ASAP and then let me splint that when this is over-- medics are gonna have a field day over that.”
Implied here: don’t die. Implied here: I won’t either. Implied here: we’ll make it home.
@moonsdying /// and then your face in the window caught my eye and you showed me a thing or two about power in its purest form
BRO I AM STRAIGHT UP NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME RIGHT NOW DUDE:
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If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
A Farewell To Arms
@shiranvhi said:
I may not be as strong as I think, but I know a lot of tricks and I’ve got a lot of resolve.
“Trying out some positive affirmations now are we?” A little backwards maybe, she knows Genma is plenty strong, but maybe he means in a less literal sense.
He laughs, tossing a cashew into the air and catching it easily in his mouth. For a moment, the only sound between them is his thoughtful chewing, but then he answers, “S’pose so. Not so strong in the physical sense, I’m not going toe to toe with the likes of Gai any time soon. But my tricks make me useful. Doesn’t that qualify as strength around here?”
✯ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCES / PART TWO
↪ A list of SENTENCES from George R. R. Martin’s novel A Game of Thrones, to be used and changed however you see fit. possible trigger WARNINGS for violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.
↪ All parts can be found here.
❝ mercy is never a mistake. ❞ ❝ i will not kill a man for loyalty, nor for fighting well. ❞ ❝ poison is a coward’s weapon. ❞ ❝ the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ ❝ your home is in my heart. ❞ ❝ a woman can rule as wisely as a man. ❞ ❝ if you’re planning to make us climb that mountain in the dark, i’d rather you kill me here. ❞ ❝ love is sweet, dearest ____, but it cannot change a man’s nature. ❞ ❝ i was promised a crown, and i mean to have it. ❞ ❝ i promise you, whatever might happen, i will not let this be forgotten. ❞ ❝ put down your steel now, and i promise you shall have a quick and painless death. ❞ ❝ a dead enemy is a thing of beauty. ❞ ❝ come to think on it, i’m not hungry after all. ❞ ❝ i beg you to remember, this man is my prisoner. i will not have him harmed. ❞ ❝ a man in your place should count himself fortunate that his head is still on his shoulders. ❞ ❝ i shall wear this as a badge of honor. ❞ ❝ how do you fight someone if you can’t hit them? ❞ ❝ can i make him fly? i want to see him fly. ❞ ❝ i am so happy for you all. ❞ ❝ listen to the crow call the raven black. ❞ ❝ aren’t you going to eat those? ❞ ❝ he’s frightened. we’re leaving him. ❞ ❝ i can stand here all night if i must. ❞ ❝ without us to keep him safe, ____ will have no chance. ❞ ❝ your mind is as deft as your blade, it would seem. ❞ ❝ it was your blade i needed, not your love. ❞ ❝ do i look a liar to you? ❞ ❝ life is not a song, sweetling. you may learn that one day to your sorrow. ❞ ❝ pain is a gift from the gods. it means the bone is knitting, the flesh healing itself. be thankful. ❞ ❝ a thousand other women might have loved him with all their hearts. what did he do to make you hate him so? ❞ ❝ i do not know which of you i pity most. ❞ ❝ a true man does what he will, not what he must. ❞ ❝ i have made more mistakes than you can possibly imagine, but that was not one of them. ❞ ❝ when you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. there is no middle ground. ❞ ❝ no one may carry a blade here or shed a man’s blood. ❞ ❝ he should have them. he does not need to steal them. he had only to ask. ❞ ❝ he was the only one left. the only one. he is all i have. ❞ ❝ i’m here for the feast. ❞ ❝ that was all i wanted. what was promised. ❞ ❝ he was no dragon. fire cannot kill a dragon. ❞ ❝ damn you, ____. why do you always have to be so headstrong? ❞ ❝ ah, fuck you, ____, i killed the bastard, didn’t i? ❞ ❝ paper and ink. there, on the table. write what i tell you. ❞ ❝ you must not do this. don’t die on me. the realm needs you. ❞ ❝ i shall… guard your children as if they were my own. ❞ ❝ even the truest knight cannot protect a king against himself. ❞ ❝ children are so vulnerable in the innocence of their youth, how well do i remember. ❞ ❝ excellent. you’re learning. ❞ ❝ have you no shred of honor? ❞ ❝ ____ is no friend of yours, nor of mine. ❞ ❝ you’ll need someone to share your burdens. i assure you, my price would be modest. ❞ ❝ they follow the man who pays them. ❞ ❝ you wear your honor like a suit of armor, ____. you think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move. ❞
Don't mind her, just enjoying the view. Anko hums happily as she waits.
Genma leans close but doesn’t brush their shoulders, peering out in the direction she’s staring at with an absent, affected curiosity. It seems like she’s watching Gai and Kakashi spar, and for a moment his eyebrows crawl swiftly towards his hairline because he thinks she’s staring at Hatake-- which, gross.
But no-- he has to bite back a smile when he sees she’s actually watching the way Gai’s thighs and ass ripple attractively every time he lands a punishing kick to the other man’s ribs. Yeah, he can’t blame her there. The senbon clinks against his teeth as the corners of his mouth curl, and he allows himself exactly one huff of approving laughter at her taste. “If you think he’s nice to watch,” he starts, because he loves to needle his friends no matter how erratic and occasionally homicidal they are, “you should spar with him some time. I’m sure he’d love to put you through your paces.”
And he really, really would-- Gai loves testing his skill against new and exciting people, and Anko certainly has at least one of those titles in spades. And maybe getting a joint or two ground nearly to dust will take some of the luster off for her (or maybe it’ll just encourage her, who knows?).
He pulls out a little bag of trail mix and cracks it open with a long sigh, holding the mouth of it out to her with a raised brow. “In the mean time, usually I like to let those two wear each other out before I go anywhere near either of them. I’m a little bit squishy.”
@mita-rashi /// stood near the cage of the prize-fighting cock the sun cut through the clouds but the air pressure dropped
Beauty and the Beast is so funny, imagine you go out to town to run your errands and the entire population starts singing about how fucking strange yet fuckable you are
You, who is standing by my grave: don’t look so shocked at this sight. Yesterday I was just like you, and tomorrow you will be just like me.
it goes like this:
genma's blood is on her hands, her clothes, in her hair. it stains the ground beneath them, a puddle that feels like an ocean waiting to drown them. genma's struggling for breath, these awful choking noises that sakura commits to memory, because it's better to accept that she'll never be able to stop hearing it than to try and ignore it.
her hands tremble, green chakra turned a muddy brown with the reflection of blood, so much fucking blood. part of her knows it's useless, knows she's just wasting chakra, and she thinks genma might try to say that, but it's impossible to hear through the gore.
sakura tries for what feels like hours. she manages to ease the pain a little, to keep him from gargling, and she doesn't remember at which point her vision blurred completely from tears, but it's gai that places gentle hands on her shoulders. gai that whispers for her to stop, please, reserve your energy. gai that finally manages to pull her away from the lifeless body before them. gai that's crying with her.
it feels like this:
sakura's seen death before. it's inevitable, in this life, but the acrid scent of blood makes her sick this time. it wasn't supposed to be like this, and sakura is so fucking tired of being sent on missions that go completely wrong. or maybe there's no such thing as an easy mission, maybe death should be expected on every mission, no matter what the hokage says.
it takes them a few hours to retrieve the body, the mission deemed a failure, and sakura watches gai's back the entire way home, noting the tension in his shoulders. for the smallest second, sakura wishes she were in genma's place.
everything is eerily silent, and even as they give their reports, the words fall on deaf ears. sakura has static in her head, and the next few days pass in a blur of funeral arrangements. she helps because she feels like she needs to, because she can still hear him choking, and she wants him to know that she's sorry.
it ends like this:
genma is lowered into his grave, surrounded by the ninja of the leaf. kakashi stands to her left, and gai stands to her right, and she wonders if they feel like collapsing to the ground like she does. gai fiddles with something beside her, and when the light catches the senbon in his hands, sakura has to leave.
she doesn't leave her house for days. when she does, the first stop she makes is the cemetary. it's empty now, early enough that no one is visiting their dearly departed, and sakura stands at his tombstone with a clenched jaw. he fought for this village, born and raised, lived through wars, and for what?
sakura trails her fingers over the top of the stone, so new compared to the others. compared to her parents', or naruto's parents, or sasuke's, or kakashi's. she wonders if the stone will feel this smooth when she's finally put beneath the earth.
in that moment, sakura decides she doesn't want a burial. she doesn't want anything left of her body when she goes.
she wonders if genma would have felt the same.
no one expects you to get out, all on your own with no one around // @shiranvhi.
Who is your favourite dad. (BESIDES GAI.)
❛ genma - sensei !! he is strong , not as strong as GAI - SENSEI , of course , very kind and he does not barge into people’s apartment like a madman . very unlike SOMEONE ELSE . ❜ @shiranvhi 😘 😘 😘
sometimes i think about how genma can’t get drunk or high and he just has to rawdog reality 24/7
@shiranvhi
it’s actually called the “jounin standby station” but whatever
critrole sentences — thursday by night, part one. here and below the cut, there’s 160+ lines of dialogue from with the first installment of the two-part show. themes in these sentences are supernatural, survival situations, danger and murder.some more casual things dropped in there to spice things up… but mostly it’s about weird or bad things happening. go wild with horror and supernatural and zombie aus. change names, pronouns, diction, anything to your liking. tw: death, violence, uh… consumption of humans, gore mentions.
❝ i’d say you’re dead to me, but, you know. you’re dead to everybody. ❞
❝ he’s wearing my jacket. if you get blood on my jacket, i’m gonna be very upset. ❞
❝ they like disney films. cheese. amazon gift cards. ❞
❝ maybe they have some leftover chinese. ❞
❝ finish it. finish it, i dare you. ❞
❝ are you gonna suck [name]’s blood?! ❞
❝ if we break the magic, everything comes back to normal, that’s how these things work. ❞
❝ it’s probably just sean. he works so late. ❞
❝ we’re gonna get the fuck out of here, and we’re gonna take you with us. ❞
❝ look at my teeth! ❞
❝ come and sit down, have some tea, it’s just what you need. ❞
❝ don’t fucking jump out and scare me, i’m gonna fucking attack— ❞
❝ i never get this kind of positive feedback, i’m actually liking this. ❞
❝ he’s your [petname/friend/brother], man. make sure he’s gonna… ❞
❝ you’re actually the person i’m most concerned about. ❞
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❛ my mind is clearer now. ❜ ❛ you’ve started to believe the things they say of you. ❜ ❛ all the good you’ve done will soon be swept away. ❜ ❛ listen, i don’t like what i see. ❜ ❛ all i ask is that you listen to me! ❜ ❛ remember, i’ve been your right-hand man all along. ❜ ❛ i remember when this whole thing began. ❜ ❛ my admiration for you hasn’t died. ❜ ❛ every word you say today gets twisted ‘round some other way. ❜ ❛ they’ll hurt you if they think you’ve lied. ❜ ❛ he’d have caused nobody harm, no one alarm. ❜ ❛ don’t you see we must keep in our place? ❜ ❛ i am frightened by the crowd. ❜ ❛ they’ll crush us if we go too far. ❜ ❛ it’s sad to see our chances weakening with every hour. ❜ ❛ all your followers are blind! ❜ ❛ it’s all gone sour. ❜ ❛ tell me what’s happening. ❜ ❛ why should you want to know? ❜ ❛ save tomorrow for tomorrow, think about today instead. ❜ ❛ why are you obsessed with fighting times and fates you can’t defy? ❜ ❛ they only need a small excuse to put us all away. ❜ ❛ if your slate is clean, then you can throw stones. ❜ ❛ there is not a man among you who knows or cares if i come or go! ❜ ❛ try not to get worried. ❜ ❛ let the world turn without you tonight. ❜ ❛ close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight. ❜ ❛ gentlemen, you know why we are here. ❜ ❛ fools, you have no perception! ❜ ❛ we must crush him completely. ❜ ❛ if every tongue were stilled the noise would still continue. ❜ ❛ there is not one of you who cannot win the kingdom. ❜ ❛ there must be over fifty thousand screaming love and more for you. ❜ ❛ you will rise to a greater power. ❜ ❛ we will win ourselves a home. ❜ ❛ to conquer death you only have to die. ❜ ❛ he had that look you very rarely find; the haunting, hunted kind. ❜ ❛ he never said a word. ❜ ❛ come on in for the best in town! ❜ ❛ name your price, i got everything! ❜ ❛ while your temple still survives, you, at least, are still alive. ❜ ❛ i got things you won’t believe. ❜ ❛ i can fix your wildest needs! ❜ ❛ i got heaven and i got hell. ❜ ❛ what you see is what you get. ❜ ❛ no one’s been disappointed yet. ❜ ❛ get out! get out! ❜ ❛ my time is almost through. ❜ ❛ i’ve tried for three years, feels like thirty. ❜ ❛ heal yourselves! ❜ ❛ i don’t know how to love him. ❜ ❛ in these past few days when i see myself i seem like someone else. ❜ ❛ he’s just a man, and i’ve had so many men before. ❜ ❛ yet if he said he loved me, i’d be lost, i’d be frightened, i couldn’t cope. ❜ ❛ these sordid kind of things are coming hard to me. ❜ ❛ it’s taken me some time to work out what to do. ❜ ❛ i have no thought at all about my own reward. ❜ ❛ i really didn’t come here of my own accord. ❜ ❛ just don’t say i’m damned for all time! ❜ ❛ why are we the ones who see the sad solution, know what must be done? ❜ ❛ we want information. ❜ ❛ i don’t want your blood money! ❜ ❛ think of the things you could do with that money. ❜ ❛ a fee, nothing more. ❜
Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?
tara love / this. this is too far. (via ink-and-oceans)
in the distance, across the battlefield, red flames lick the sky.
There is blood in his eye.
Fast enough to keep a kunai from burying itself deep in his skull but not fast enough to escape it entirely-- it had cut a long slice on his forehead just above his eyebrow, sluggishly bleeding even now until red coats the entire right side of his face, tacky and metallic on his lips. Blinking only temporarily clears his vision, and he can’t tell if the haze settling over his mind is a side effect of the haze over his vision or if all of that is just exhaustion.
He’d watched Ebisu take a blade deep into the meat of his arm, earlier. Lost sight of him after that, and the best he can do about that is hope he made it to a medic instead of fighting until there wasn’t any blood left in him. The battle is otherwise extremely confusing, seeming to come in fits and starts and Genma takes advantage of it-- flickering in and out of the shadows, cutting throats and lifting senbon from corpses to reuse, fast and quiet enough to escape most notice. It feels like it tears on forever, an unknowable amount of time, the moon hanging red above them like a malicious eye, unbroken by anything and all he knows is the fighting until.
There’s a flicker of blue-green chakra in the distance, and as he sinks a kunai between the cervical vertebrae of an enemy and flickers away again he spares a thought for his other teammate-- Don’t die, Gai.
It’s the first coherent thought he’s had in who-knows-how long. There’s concern there, real fear that opening the seventh gate will end up shattering his friend’s bones and. And he’s distracted, someone almost got the drop on him. He hits the dirt and buries a foot in their gut, popping back up and slitting their throat with a groan of effort. The blue-green feeling at the edge of his senses is a balm as much as an irritant, fear mixing with relief because as long as he can feel it he knows Gai is alive and.
As soon as he thinks that, it flickers out abruptly.
His breath catches in his throat, but he keeps fighting. Tells himself he doesn’t know what happened, it could mean anything. Raidou lands hard next to him and Genma lets himself lean against his shoulder for a moment, fatigue hitting him all at once as he tries to catch his breath past the tightness in his chest. His eyes are on the horizon, the direction he’d last felt Gai in-- not that he would have missed the wild blaze of red setting the sky on fire if he hadn’t.
And he knows what it means even as something heavy and numb curls in his gut. His breath catches in his throat and for a moment he freezes completely, fingers digging into his teammate’s arm as he tries to find his feet again. Genma lifts a hand to wipe the blood out of his eye, like that might change the color of the explosion of chakra on the horizon, or the heavy, bloody feeling that fills the air even this far away. He’s seen this before and he knows what it means: Gai is dead for sure as soon as the storm falls quiet.
He doesn’t... he doesn’t know what to do. Gai has been a constant in his life for almost thirty years. What is he supposed to do? Running to the source is impossible-- abandoning his comrades and dying on the way isn’t in his cards, and even if Gai wouldn’t haunt his ass forever for doing either, he’d never make it in time. Gai is going to die miles away, and there’s nothing for him to do.
“Oh,” he breathes, inaudible except to Raidou, who gives him a worried look even as the battle around them seems to pause and hold its breath. “Oh, you... big-hearted idiot.” Genma closes his eyes and lets out a breath as sounds like great thunderclaps ring in the distance. The tremor in his voice is almost, almost nonexistent.
Maito Gai has found his opportunity to lay down his life for something, someplace, someone that he loves.
He straightens and tries to silence the shivering scream that wants to tear out of him, bloodied hand pressed to his breastbone. Gai is dying to try and save the world. He doesn’t have the time to be selfish about it-- might not even live long enough to.
To mourn him.
Genma uses his pain to still the exhausted shaking in his hands and gives the horizon one last, long look. If Gai is going to die for this, they’re going to win. There’s nothing else to do but fight on, whether he feels like a puppet with its strings cut or now. He grits his teeth, adjusts his grip on his kunai, and steels himself again because Gai would never forgive Genma or himself if he bit it out here because he was too focused on what was going on over there.
@gatesopen /// Wet your finger, place it toward the wind Feel disaster in the air We are far too slow to outrun it now But not too far gone to care