Jun 18, 2014
+5
eyedrxps
xstonehard
hhayate
rosadesolada
cherrykunoichi
Squints at.
--A stranger.
+5
eyedrxps
xstonehard
hhayate
rosadesolada
cherrykunoichi
Squints at.
--A stranger.
Please add me to the directory~ thanks O w O
done and done!
TO MY ROLEPLAY PARTNERS AND FOLLOWERS:
[Okay. I'm going to be scarce for the next week, because my girl is coming to see me. We are going to be on the go for a bit, plus plotting some fun things together, yep.
I'll try to get out as many threads as I can today between cleaning and primping (because I gotta look good, okay), and tomorrow, but after, I'll be out.
So, I will queue up pictures and things, but other than that, I'll be mostly MIA for threads and asks. But after she leaves again (and I stop crying because nooooooo), Kakashi and I will be back.
Thanks!]
Monster [thecopynin || cherrykunoichi]
His mouth tasted of ash, of fires burned and long dead, of dreams forgotten.
What was his name…?
Whispers thrummed in his skull, dead leaves over dried earth, and he tried to untangle the knot of his thoughts to no avail. He couldn’t think beyond the flashing images – bloodied faces, plumes of smoke, flames littered throughout the village, rocks crumbling – that rushed across the backs of his eyelids, and so he gave himself up to them, only surfacing when the panic subsided.
Pushing up onto his palms, Kakashi – oh, right; that was his name – cast a baleful eye at the dirt on his pants. Odd, that he should be so fixated on that, instead of his bone and sinew, which had been knitted back together so well that no one would have ever been able to tell that mere hours ago he was a corpse, hollowed of himself and broken beyond repair.
Someone was calling to him, he realized, had been calling to him, but he’d been so far gone that he couldn’t reach the sound. Blinking, he searched the faces around him, feeling the pinpricks of panic along his forehead again and not knowing why. Perhaps it was because he felt he should know these people, or maybe it was that he was afraid he should know them when he had no reason to.
Why couldn’t he remember…? For a moment that seemed to stretch out into eternity, he waited for names to surface from the muddied waters of his memory, and when none came, he decided to speak anyway. His voice creaked like old joints protesting weight. “Wh…what happened?”
cherrykunoichi is an amazing Sakura RPer. I haven't RPed with her yet, but I've read her threads from afar. She is like an actual Sakura. Her blog is beautiful, and the mun seems like a very nice person. –Anonymous
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// hellafine and some hellawine so we can helladine
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Send '❀' if my muse is one of your favorites
OH MY LANTA WHAT.. Knfajbf;b THANK YOU<3
Zzz [omg your reply to ino though]
send “zzz” to hear my character mumble something about yours in their sleep.
"Umnf….Sakura…mmmedic…crazy tsunade…cute…fuckin..pills”