#shariclan

[whiiskerisms]

the iron giant is a power bottom

devin ( @whiiskerisms )

[leafsenshi-blog]

          groceries lay abandoned on the dirt,  palm clenching a kunai and tears blur vision.   failed attempts to release the genjutsu created frustration,  charging towards the image she’d so badly missed.    sasuke wasn’t home.   he was gone.   refusal to come home each time she reached out to him.   ❝   who’s casting this genjustu   ?!   ❞   vocables crack at the emotion surging through veins,  fist rises and aims for his shoulder.

               @shariclan  /  oh boi.

[deiopus]

@shariclan

            ‘ madara uchiha. ’ the words of greeting and acknowledgement flow from the god’s tongue like sweet poison, taking a step towards the human with an outstretched hand; as if in greeting an old friend. ‘ it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. i’ve been... a fan of you for some time. ’

[maaskcd-a-blog]

@shariclan liked for a starter

     He gripped the other’s wrist in his hand, eyes glittering as his tongue ran along the kunai in his grip. “Please,” Menma deadpanned, eyes flicking up lazily. “If you’re going to cut me, then cut me.”

[hatakeheir]

@shariclan liked for a starter (x) // Tent Troubles.

         Kakashi glared at the tops of the tent, not getting a second of sleep for the third night in a row had left the copy-nin in a foul mood. It wasn’t the forestry, or what he was sleeping on; it was who he shared a tent with. Obito. Scraping at the corner of his mask, he’d dodged another random arm swing from the Uchiha, of course when his comrade was awake he wouldn’t believe in ‘sleepwalking’ and refused to admit he spoke -namely Rin- about people while he slept. At least he slept though.     The shinobi held his hands to his ears, finally feeling himself drift off. It took only a few minutes for Obito to roll over and squeeze himself into Kakashi. The tent was for four people but somehow his friend made it a SINGLE-BED sleeper, having enough; dark circles under his eyes the ninja had reached his limits. “...Get off of me before I tie you to a tree!” nothing seemed to wake Obito though, so he went for the oldest trick on the book. Physically shaking the Uchiha by grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back and forth like a rag-doll. 

[wrathbinded-blog]

@shariclan #i thought u were someone important like ur brother or smth.

what the fuck its my fucking birthday you are the worst dad ever and im glad you’re dead. 

[wrathbinded-blog]

@shariclan

           ‘ eh -- shisui-niisan, do it again! i wasn’t watching --! ’ the younger boy rubbed his eyes, stifling back a yawn; he’d been watching his older cousin training for hours, and dusk had long past settled on the village. but sasuke wanted to absorb everything; and while itachi was on missions, shisui was his next closest companion in the uchiha compound. ‘ please? ’

[chikansuru]

falls asleep in her lap

Long fingers reach out to brush through his dark hair, gently untangling knots that had formed from his day at work. She often heard of the issues that happened day to day with his team of genin, but they had just been on a longer mission for the first time, and Sasuke was clearly exhausted from the trip. So she just stayed quiet, flipping through her own paperwork as fingers move from his hair to rub against his temple softly.