For the writing thing: #4, I have no preference who does what. =] yay!
Post | Not accepting!
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
Naruto was a sedulous person, giving almost to a fault, and he took pride in it. He worked himself to the bone day in and day out to train his body, his mind, and to become the best. He helped everyone who asked, and even some who didn’t. As rewarding as his generosity and hard work all were, that didn’t prevent the occasional consequence from popping up. Naruto may be young and he may have unique healing, but he wasn’t exempt from the occasional issue. Said issue happened to be an aching back.
“Ugh, my back is killing me,” the blond complained, the soreness and stiffness having finally gotten to him. He dropped onto the bed with an unceremonious flop, bouncing Sasuke, who sat beside him. The book went tumbling from Sasuke’s hands, and similarly, a sigh from his lips. Naruto had only gotten home a few minutes ago, and it was well past evening. The idiot had been leaving at sunup and wasn’t home until it was pitch black. How Naruto was even sleeping was beyond Sasuke.
“It’s your fault, idiot,” Sasuke warned. “I told you, you’re working too hard. You need to take it easy before you hurt yourself.” Dark eyes cut to the side towards Naruto, who was still face down in his pillow. The guy just didn’t know how to say no…and he thought pushing himself until he broke was an improvement. Maybe, but progress meant nothing if you laid yourself up in bed to get there.
“Well, we can’t all be prodigies, teme,” Naruto said, muffled by the pillow. “Besides, I’ll be good. I’ve got Kurama on my side. I just wish he’d heal this stupid ache in my back. Feels like Sakura-chan used me as a punching bag.”
Privately, Sasuke doubted that’d be too far from happening. Reaching up, Sasuke rubbed at the back of his neck. It’d make him a jerk if he didn’t help Naruto out at least a litte, right? “Um…”
Naruto heard Sasuke, but when the Uchiha didn’t continue, it prompted the blond to look up. He noticed the slight flush on Sasuke’s face and cocked a brow. “What’sa matter, Sasuke?”
Sasuke refused to look at Naruto—the ground was too interesting. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?” he awkwardly finished, cutting his eyes to the side to gauge his lover’s reaction. It was just a simple, stupid offer. Sasuke had nimble fingers, Naruto could use some tension relief, it was pure logic.
Naruto blinked once, twice, and a large grin broke out on his face. “Seriously?” he snickered, “hell yeah! Gimme all ya got, teme.” Naruto wiggled to get more comfortable on the bed, having already shed his shirt before plopping in. Sasuke rolled his eyes as he stood, rounding the bed to come to Naruto’s side. Honestly, he’d regret offering. Naruto would probably start asking now, at every chance. Still, when Sasuke touched Naruto’s back, he winced at the tightly coiled stress there. Applying gentle pressure, Sasuke began to knead the knots away, varying from his fingertips to his knuckles as he carefully massaged away the stiff ache in his lover’s back. Naruto groaned in pleasure, arching up like a needy cat.
“God, you’ve been holding out on me. Guess I’m not the only one with magic fingers, eh?” he smirked at his own perverse joke. Sasuke slapped him on the shoulder for it, tempted to stop right there, but Naruto was already relaxing so much…and, Sasuke would be a liar if he said he wasn’t enjoying it, himself. Naruto was always so warm, his skin smooth and silken beneath Sasuke’s fingertips, not a scar to be found. Sasuke never failed to lose himself in Naruto, no matter how innocent the touch was. Eventually, when Sasuke had lost track of time but his fingers had gone numb, he stopped for the night.
Better?” Sasuke sighed, his palms splayed flat on Naruto’s back. The only response he received was a blissed out snore.
Like this woman... her son is allergic to one thing. Bleach. Does she give any fucks? Nope. I offered to go punch her in the face for them but they declined the offer.
I don’t understand how people can e so insensitive to allergies. Or how ignorant to how DANGEROUS they can be.
captainbunnicula replied to your photo “Last year there was much debate over the issue of serial posting. The...”
Boop, I am a nooblet, what is serial posting/could you maybe direct me to where the previous mods made decisions about it?
Hi, friend! <3
Serial posting is when an author posts a fic in parts rather than all at once, such as when you’re writing a multi-chapter fic released over a period of time. It’s perfectly fine to do that when you’re writing something outside of a challenge, but in a challenge like this where you have a designated posting date, we think it’s unfair to the other participants.
To avoid confusion, posts by the previous mod team about this issue are no longer publicly visible on tumblr, but you can likely find copies floating around.
Hello, I’m v bad at expressing things that frustrate me so sometimes I wander around your wank tag and it makes me feel like I got my thoughts out =D (shhhhh what are healthy coping mechanisms shhhhh)
captainbunnicula hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “I Finally Won A Round”
So anyway where are the pictures! Also congrats, losing any weight feels fucking impossible, 22lbs is a lot??
Aw thank you but it’s a rule of mine not to put pictures on the internet. Basically I changed my entire diet and started exercising because I wanted to look good for a family event that’s taking place tomorrow, so I’d say mission accomplished :)
Hi! I’m wondering if one of my fics qualifies as Mythical creature au, or any of your other tropes. The story is called Oracle (under kradarua on Ao3). In it, Dean is an Oracle which I’ve fashioned as something halfway towards a Greek-god esque thing.
