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Naruto hid behind the village gates, smirking to himself, waiting for Tazz. He knew she would be coming back very soon and he was going to ambush her the only way he knew how.
"She'll never see it coming..." She snickered
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Naruto hid behind the village gates, smirking to himself, waiting for Tazz. He knew she would be coming back very soon and he was going to ambush her the only way he knew how.
"She'll never see it coming..." She snickered
// when you’re doing doodles for more anatomy practice and @dobujutsu posts too much of Tazz for me to resist trying my hand at her...
@dobujutsu said: ❛❛ Please stay with me tonight. I don’t want to be alone. ❜❜ //Only if you want to do it UvU
A frown formed on the Hyuuga’s face as he studied the woman in front of him, carefully deciding how to respond. Clearly she was upset and needed him specifically present to calm her. Pale eyes staring right through her, he wondered if she was afraid of something. “Very well,” the Hyuuga relented, his concern that something bad might happen if he were to leave him alone getting the best of him. It was already after eleven in the evening anyways. No one at the compound would notice if he didn’t come home. “I will stay for the night. Do you require specific assistance of me?”
|| On the Edge ||
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Madara’s wish was for the Akatsuki to become stronger and though he hid behind the Tobi facade, it made him cringe to himself every single slip up, every single mistake he knowingly made. No matter, it was only a small moment before he was able to reveal himself. There was the matter of Itachi and Sasuke to be dealt with before anything else could happen and if he played his cards right, he would have both of them..
Even if Itachi was a double agent. The boy was so.. transparent that it made him roll his eyes sometimes. At least he had his mask to hide his annoyance and exasperation. Not to mention, Obito was moving in the shadows, readying everything he needed to make his grand entrance among the rest of the populace. But first, his new recruit. The Black Wolf. It was easy for him to find her, and he made sure to approach her in a way that wouldn’t create any ruckus with the neighboring villages.
“Have you heard about the Akatsuki? I think it would be a good fit for you.” He used his regular voice, making sure to keep it even and relatively calm as to not arouse any form of hostility.
Right now, it was just a conversation.
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Log sighed, his gaze moving to Tazz a gentleness hiding under his seemingly emotionless expression. “ Alright, I’ll see what I can do, but you should go to an actual doctor as soon as you’re able to.” He was skilled in simple field medical practices, but he was far from being a true medic so he knew someone more skilled should be seen when available.
In the midst of attempting a creative writing challenge from one of the forums I’m a part of, I thought -- why not bug more people?
Write one sentence [three adjectives, no less -- more is a plus, as long as the sentence remains stable] that encapsulates the aesthetics you associate with your muse. It need not be entirely accurate, since the muse can be a fickle, troublesome thing at times. Give it a whirl.
No cheating/revising. Think stream of consciousness. [the idea of writing words like flowing ink]
Sight: Fleeting rays of brilliant sunlight that flicker through brooding storm clouds that decorate the sky like blurry splotches of ink; an aftermath of a particularly violent storm.
Sound: The oddly delicious crunch of dead leaves underfoot, while a distant echo of a crashing waterfall pinches the peaceful silence of dark, dreary woods.
Scent: Faint peppermint, coloured with a lingering scent of earthy herbs and the telltale, barely there presence of mustard oil which clings more to three pronged kunai than himself.
Symbolic imagery [inanimate]: A particularly worn, ivy covered tree trunk that failed the test of time, yet somehow stands rooted in place with a singular fern poking its head from dead bark.
Tagging: @senjutsunade @konohagakurekakashi @serpentumvectum @konohasinterrogator @konohadaddies @fox-mother @dobujutsu @peepingtoad @shattered-by-sparks @shatteredxlookingxglass @chidoricry @bluesenju and anyone who is curious enough -- please tag me though, because I'd like to read it.
From far away, and in the safety of Konoha’s walls, Kakashi didn’t sense that there was anything really off about Tazz. Sure, in the back of his mind he sensed something different, but he dismissed it as a mistake, perhaps he was just hungry. He was more concerned with the nervous expression on her face, which was why, even from afar, he called out to her, waving at her. “Hey, Tazz! Long time no see!” It hadn’t been that long, actually, but maybe a week or so. // @dobujutsu
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"Can I sit down at your table? There is no free space anywhere else!"