#damminsadiq

[whiiskerisms]

surprise bitch, bet you thought you'd seen the last of me

                                    YOU NEVER CALLED

[lunarheld]

he doesnt say much as he sits beside her, but gently puts an arm around his fiance's shoulders and pulls her against him slightly, turning his eyes down to the book that was held in his free hand.

王女 ━━━━ ☾●         her betrothed was not USUALLY so physical. very rarely did his skin brush hers, && each time they touched, she could feel her heart flutter. rough fingertips gently graze smooth knuckles as she curled her fingers around his hand. it always amazed her how delicate his skin was. probably due to how unexperienced he was in close combat training. unlike the hyūga, who had spent most of her life fighting with her fists. 

        a quiet chuckle fell from pale lips, head dipping slightly so she could rest her temple against his shoulder. at times like this, she didn’t miss home. she felt at peace. 

[thirdstartokonoha]

taking a seat beside her on the couch, eyes start to lid as he leans against her, the comfort slowly lulling him to sleep.

Snorting very softly, Temari takes one look at Gaara and decides against moving. “What, do you come to me any time you need to sleep now?” The words are meant in jest, but as soon as they come out of her mouth Temari realizes the likelihood of her ‘joke’. It makes sense. In actuality, in all probability, that is exactly what Gaara does. She feels warm and glowy, but luckily the emotions on her face are soft, easily hidden in the luminescent glare of the television.

[fleetiing-blog]

“You know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.”

torture sentence starters.

“I dunno. The screaming has a special touch to it, hmm.”

Deidara didn’t have the same knack for crushing windpipes and rib cages like Gaara did. There was a certain beauty to the sheer amount of destruction Gaara could rain upon people who displeased him, but it was nothing compared to the sounds that lingered just after one of his bombs went off.

“To each their own, though.”

[scariestnara]

do my url for that meme B)

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

Do I Follow Them?: yas 

Why Did I Follow Them?: back in the day (hey it’s like ancient times it was a year ago man) i remember checking you out and i think i legit went ‘woaaaaah’ and it happened lmao i can’t remember days when i did not follow you bc i think i’ve been following you for like… as long as i’ve had my blog

Do We Role Play?: not so much, i think we had a couple interactions here and there. i’d love more tbh if you’re ever up for it!

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: dUH i just said that

An AU Idea For Our Muses: iiii okay i have an obsession for modern aus please forgive me but i mean i am au trash so

A Song For Our Muses: everytime someone asks me anything about music i magically forget every song i ever listened to so ya not gettin one IM SORRY

Do I Ship Our Muses?: nope

What I Think About The Mun: luddy you’re an extraordinary gifted writer and i love love love seeing you on my dash! i don’t think we’ve talked that much ooc but even from afar you look awesome :’) keep being awesome 

Overall Opinion: gaara is love gaara is life go follow luddy now

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[thirdstartokonoha]

He's lucky his sister is in the village on Valentines day, and presents her with a small cactus with a bright pink flower on the tip of it, a small piece of twine wrapped around its base with a card wishing her well on the holiday.

Maybe it’s lame, but her favorite kinds of cacti have always been the one with the bright, pink flowers. She’s touched Gaara remembered, and so for a moment she simply looks at it planted, no doubt, by Gaara’s careful hands into this ornate pot. She’s going to put this on her desk in the Kazekage’s office, and when anyone asks who gave it to her she will loudly proclaim that it was Gaara, and doesn’t he have an eye for color? and she’s so lucky to be his sister. Hell, she’ll proclaim it even if no one asks.

Carefully, though much less than he put it there, she’s sure, as she’s always had a problem with careful, she unties the twine and removes the card. In true Gaara fashion, there’s nothing sentimental inside, just I hope your day is well, Temari. But from her baby brother, who a few years ago didn’t so much as acknowledge the holiday let alone its gift-giving purposes to those close to you, it meant the world to Temari.