#jakkuusagi

[firestcrm]

starter for @jakkuusagi

He hates sensing the guard nearby. The knowledge of someone watching him for hours leaves him unsettled. 

Sasuke steps out of his old home and surveys the small piece of land the village returned to him. The remaining scraps of his family’s land. A reminder of what his family meant to this village. He moves through the overgrown grass, straight to where he’s pinpointed the guard’s location.

“Spar with me,” he demands. 

[ninnekomata]

“Hey! Please stop! I need to have this letter delivered.” The words are loud, but come out strangely slurred; a product of the letter shoved between sharp teeth making pronunciation difficult. The cat scurries closer, head held high to keep the paper from scraping the ground. “Please wait!” @jakkuusagi​

[maskage]

Ash I swear I think u worry about the quality of your writing every time you come back, and while your prose is Simpler, I wouldnt say it's not quality. I always enjoy reading your posts. As for characterization, still fave kakashi so. You write him well, I dont think hes ever ooc.

ding dong how’s my portrayal?accepting   /    @jakkuusagi

raive bb u’ve always been a constant on this hellsite for me, and i appreciate that u can be honest with these things. and u’re right, i do feel like my prose is getting super simple in my bid to focus more on plot progression sdjhfskjg but i shall def work on my prose. thank u for taking the time to send this ;;;;; and for Still wanting to write with me after All This Time.......

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jakkuusagi replied to your post

… tbh I get this. Feels like there is a lack of connection / connectedness. I geddit. :/

like i just feel so numb.

[thecorpsecarrier]

“I have questions, and I doubt you have answers to them.”

She can’t say he’s wrong, to doubt her so - but such surety has caught her interest.

“Good evening,” she greets, voice mild. “I can’t promise answers, but I can promise to listen.”

[frogprinceus-a]

@jakkuusagi

"Wow, that was fast! The last time, only the Fourth Hokage did this ... But it was clearly another jutsu."

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“I didn’t know you suffered panic attacks.”

Panick Attack Starters | @jakkuusagi

    no, he supposed saburo hadn’t known. but then again, no one had. itachi hadn’t had one this severe in months, but they happened and isolation from everyone was his best bet. tilting her head back against the cabinet, lashes dip low and he takes in a calming breath, hand rubbing absently over his chest. the tightness is gone, but his heart still races. being thrown into uncertain situations, especially ones that included crowds was possibly his downfall and something he should’ve grown out of. but when he internalized everything, allowing it to fester, there was no way i could get better, only worse. ❝ they’re more frequent now than when i was younger, i was better at hiding them then.... ❞ 

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muse reacts.| @jakkuusagi

[ faint ] to find my muse passed out

his brother has been suffering more than usual lately and itachi hates that he do nothing but offer him emotional support. they felt so passionately about love, about knowledge and that extended to their lows. depression and anxiety hit them like a freight train and lingered abnormally. it meant that he usually worked on auto pilot, hating his occupation but not knowing what else to do.

sighing heavily, he rubs a hand over the back of his neck as he watches into the compound, taking note of the silence. it’s not unusual but he doesn’t hear that familiar rustle of his brother’s clothing, or the pages of a book being turned. was saburo sleep? toeing off his sandals, he pads further into their home, noting the book haphazardly thrown on the couch and brows furrow.

❛ otouto? ❜

no response greets him and the worry further tightens around his heart. something had to be wrong. padding down the hall, dark eyes catch the sight of feet and he rushes forward, ❝ saburo-kun ! ❞ there’s no answer and as he gets closer, he falls to his knees, fingers pressing to slow pulse. dark circles colored the skin beneath his brother’s eyes, and truthfully, it looked as though he’d passed out from exhaustion alone. they had to stop working themselves like this.

gently turning his brother over, itachi picked him up and got to his feet. shuffling over to the bed, itachi took his time tucking the younger male in, lips pressing to the top of his head in a swell of emotion. anbu life wasn’t for him, even more so because it was beginning to take an emotional and physical toll he severely needed to get away from.

❝ ....you scared me.... ❞ the confession is quiet, dark eyes filled with worry as he folds his arms over his chest, painted digits digging into the fabric of his shirt.