#broken-support

[heavenlypaper]

"I... almost forgot..." Yahiko looks a bit out of order and breath, cloak disheveled and spikes of orange hair tousled as though someone had ruffled it with their hand. Yet the smile on his face is plain, clear as day, and when he manages to stand up straight and catch his breath, he passes to her a white (and slightly damp) teddy bear. "... know we're not kids anymore, but I thought it was cute. Happy White Day, Konan." Cue a flushed and a embarrassed rubbing at the back of his neck.

The current state of his appearance. and shortness of breath sends her into a bit of a worry. Did he get hurt? Did someone try to hurt him. As soon as she reaches out to him, she’s pauses and stares at the bear before her. Shoulders relax and features soften as gentle hands take the bear from his.

“Yahiko...” It’s soft, just like the bear that she is now examining before hugging it to her chest. Honestly? She loves it, it will forever mean a lot to her. Age didn’t matter, if anything it being considered a child's toy sort of made it a bit more meaningful when you put not having toys as an orphan into consideration. Rarely could they find something that wasn’t ruined or bloodied.

She still can’t help but wonder tho, what the hell did he go through to get this? Moving closer, she cups his cheek before pressing herself into him; face tucked into his chest and an arm wraps around him. “Thank you.” She says before pulling away. “But what happened to you? Did you fight someone for this?”

[cinderspewed]

002. ((okay but no workman's comp. dei so u just gotta deal m bad bro

Stab my muse. | @broken-support

                          All that shields him from the shattering PAIN is confusion. His mind is too wrapped around the idea of why to even acknowledge such agony. He plays back the scene as if he’s suffered for centuries, but each macabre memory doesn’t provide an answer for the action. His eyes fall upon opposing gaze, searching for some kind of solace to the SAVAGERY. But instead of seeing wrath, or a reason, or evil inside opposing optics… He sees GOD. He is in awe, because the form of holy hierarchy is not what was expected. God was said to be GOOD, but the spirit remains with sword in hand, plunging into passionless person the fear of holy reign itself. Maybe it was a figment of his imagination, maybe he was losing too much blood to confirm such a vision. Every now and then it fades from BLACK to brilliance… And the white around this wraith leaves the longer he submerges into such shadows.                        He falls to his knees, cradling wound. He was asked to join this group, only to be STABBED and DISCARDED the moment his body buckled. What was the point of keeping him in this community? What was the point of bringing him on if he were to be ABANDONED? He struggles for some kind of security, but… It’s in that moment that a thought completely transforms his terror. Tragedy turns into a testament. Eyes, widened and wondrous, continue to greedily gaze at the other. A strained smile emerges on borders that once remained bathed in blood. His sickness only continues to spread. No act of slaying could alter such influence. In fact, it only proves him right… It was through him that he became the epitome of his ART.                       ❝ You play a dangerous game… I was never meant to LAST, was I, hmm? If my payment comes in the form of passing…you’ve granted me the ULTIMATE ART. ❞

[uchihasavior]

//the card-making company put out an s-rank mission's pay to whoever could get Sasuke's picture for his card and no one can convince me otherwise

[[ Well, it’s either that or Naruto nagging and nagging and nagging until Sasuke sat still for two seconds to take a photo.

I can easily excuse having photos of Sasuke pre-war. They used a genin photo for his bingo book photo and Karin had a photo of him in his (at the time) current outfit on her person. But anything post-war is....headcanon territory.

But omg. We know Naruto wants his face plastered everywhere, he was all too happy to send out photos of him as a kid or henge into.....

I just ruined my own headcanon >_>

Naruto probably henged into Sasuke to pose for the Sasuke photos. ]]

[toaoti-a]

♡ + heartache

Send me ♡ + a word, and I’ll write a headcanon.

Itachi is an Uchiha. And as with this lineage, all emotions are alarmingly heightened, because they are indeed sensitive to every emotion there is. When they hate you, they loathe everything there is about you. When they love you, there’s nothing but hatred that can break that, but even so love will linger but hate will almost always overpower that. 

Heartache will accompany in the wake of love, especially when losing a loved one. The grief is too much, that it will begin affecting every day life. Nothing seems as bright anymore, every thing that was once happy in their life is seen as a failure of his person. Itachi hides a lot of his emotions, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel them.

 Heartache can be especially pertained to him when thinking of the massacre ( even though it never happens in my au ), in losing Shisui. When Itachi lost Shisui, it was obvious in the moment he realized what his bestfriend would do that he felt that loss and he grabbed for him, almost pleading him not to. Losing Shisui is a big reason why Itachi chooses not to get too close to anyone, it merely hurts too much. It’s like having his heart jerked from his chest, and watching it being crushed before his eyes.

[blood-haired-god]

"They don't understand." It's after the others have long fallen asleep that he confesses as much to you. Shaking hands making errant gestures, voice a lowered whisper, tired eyes seeking something in your divine pair- it's only here and now before you that the steadfast leader proves himself otherwise. "I'm not an angel, or a savior, or- I'm just me, Nagato. I'm just me, and they need you more, and-" his shoulders are shaking. "and I'm scared, Nagato."

Nagato couldn’t sleep - he was often the insomniac of Akatsuki, keeping watch that everything was in order. In the past couple of weeks however, his insomnia had clear roots: he was afraid of the masked man coming, stalking, posing a danger to all close to him.

So it felt quite strange to see Yahiko up as well; at least he was talkative and promptly explained what he was going through ‘they don’t understand.’ ‘I’m no savior.’ ‘I’m scared.’

Nagato frowned in worry and somewhat disbelief: how can he doubt himself. He had utter faith in his best friend’s cause for he was the pillar of all of Nagato’s ambitions. Yahiko was hope. Half of him was confused yet empathetic, the other enraged of how much the lad doubted himself. He chose to act upon neither, biting his lip.

A hand clasped on Yahiko’s shoulder: “You know Konan and I are always going to be here to support and help you. There’s no need to be afraid of not meeting up expectations; there aren’t expectation for a savior. No one saved this world before, right?” Nagato tries to smile brightly. And in the back of his head he blamed his eyes for becoming a symbol - Nagato was just a shinobi hoping to bring peace.

[zilaiyc]

A father should never bury their son, so it's said; might the same he said for a master and his student? "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." Murmured words on wasted breaths, Ame's freedom farther than it's ever been, the bridge of peace is falling down, down, down with slowing heartbeats- "sorry I wasted time, sorry I failed you, sorry it wasn't enough..."

[ @broken-support ]

Any skilled author knew how to spin words for occasions, to capture emotion and paint pictures of vibrant color with the drab black brushstroke against white paper. But a master at the craft knew when words didn’t suffice. They recognized the moments where the absence of text spoke more than any combination of words ever could.

Jiraiya had never considered himself a master. His own life showcased the ability to talk; silence had been reserved for analysis.

In that moment, though, of looking at a face that usually held a smile so bright it could light up a cave, words failed him. Looking back on this moment he would recognize the silence for what it was – the rawest communication of broken emotion a human was able to give. 

This was not a moment to remain silent.

Hands caressed shoulders before he cupped his student’s head. “Shhh.” A soothing murmur from a broken throat, reaching far for comfort he had to believe existed. “Never, never have you wasted my time, nor are you a failure.”

Gathering him close, Jiraiya bowed his head over the dying body of the boy he would always remember. “I’m sorry to have failed you.”

[sempieternai]

2, 10 for the interview meme?

✩ Interview with a Mun ✩ || Accepting@broken-support 

➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?Yes. Everyone who I have ever interacted has left an impression on me. 

➓ What were some of the most frustrating moments you had with your muse’s interaction with another muse?I have to say that one of the most frustrating moments has to be when a mun of an OC forces themselves onto the way I rp Orochimaru and all they want is smut. My apologies but its written clearly in my rules that under no circumstances will I rp smut. Especially while roleplaying as Orochimaru. It just shows blatant disrespect for the writer that their rules were ignored.

[heavenlypaper]

Tinder Profile: Yahiko. Age Who Knows. Tried to be God once, didn't work out. Peace advocate. Trying to build something that'll last. Maybe you'd like to help?

Write your Muse’s Tinder Profile Bio in my Inbox and my Muse will respond with either “Swipe Left” or “Swipe Right”    | accepting   

At first, it makes her sad. Did Yahiko not have an interest in her like she had for him? But wait, that’s hypocritical of her, she also made a Tinder. Shrugging it off Konan continues to read.

But what if she was right? Konan has changed a lot since he had died. She starts to sweat and can feel a knot in her stomach; she’s feeling anxious now. But how can she say no to Yahiko? Maybe she can let him know she is still interested. She’s never been a straightforward flirt anyway.

Swipe right. Hopefully they can reignite what they once had.