#survyve

[kazesume]

@survyve​ // s.c.

―  🜺  ―  oceans  green  sweep  the  ground  below  from  her  perch  in  the  trees, having passed through a shortcut to make it quicker to Konoha  ( noticing the change in the winds ; knowing it'd pour soon )  A man caught her eye in the distance  ―  someone familiar yet ghostly to her mind.       " Oi! Sasuke, yeah? "

[gamelost]

𝙲:\𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚜\ @survyve​ \ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝> 𝚌md> SASUKE. > a kiss while being reunited after a long time :^)

here's the way the romantic in mail's head thought it would go: mail would spend all his time working on bringing the uchiha compound back to its old glory, sasuke would come home, they would embrace -- maybe even kiss.

here's the reality: mail didn't do this for that. mail didn't bring this compound back because he thought he'd get something out of it. he did it because he didn't want sasuke to come back to yet another project on his hands. he didn't want sasuke to come back and still have to look after his home. to have to see the damage, the destruction and--

and no one else was doing it. no one put him up to it. he replanted the tomato plants, he nursed the feral cats back to health -- he even sat and asked ino yamanaka for help with the plants, and hana inuzuka with the cats. he never asked for help for himself, and yet, for this--

he wanted it to be perfect.

so they don't have the movie embrace. they don't kiss, they don't hug -- it's a lot for sasuke to take in. mail knows well enough how he is, he knows this like he knows breathing. he wonders, distantly, if sasuke expected to come back and see him with his rebreather on.

he looks different, of course, because it had been some time since he was back -- some time spent figuring out his own life, his journey. mail looked different, too, his hair had grown out and he was a bit more filled out musculature wise, like he'd had time to do physical labor. of course, taking care of the compound was labor enough on its own.

here's the reality: they don't kiss when sasuke first returns home. they don't kiss for days, weeks, months. they don't kiss and sasuke goes away for another mission -- this time, one actually sanctioned by the hokage. he's got to prove he's worth being back in the village, after all.

here's the reality: it seems like their first kiss should be some big, grand gesture. like a new thing both of them had been wanting all this time, like fireworks, like everything in their lives had changed at once.

here's the reality: sasuke comes in the door after his mission, he's aching, tired, and this time? he's not surprised to see mail in the small living room. he's not surprised to see mail stayed, or to see the plates in the sink, the towel thrown over the back of the drying stand by the back porch. the signs mail had been living there for weeks.

and mail is so relieved to see him -- because he'd heard sasuke had finished his mission early, and he wasn't expecting him back for a couple days. sasuke is standing in his -- their home. and before matt can think about what he's doing, he's stepping into sasuke's orbit, and as simple as breathing, he's reaching up to cup his hands around the sides of sasuke's jaw.

when he pulls sasuke down into a kiss, a sweet, tender movement, he finds sasuke returning it, and this? this felt more like home than their first reunion did. this felt more right than anything mail had felt in the world.

mail finds himself grinning into sasuke's mouth, and this was what he was secretly hoping for the first time.

here's the reality: when he pulls away, he says two simple words, the same he said all those months ago.

'welcome home.'

[noholier]

“   i   sense   your   presence.   show   yourself.   ”

the   woman   is   quick   to   turn   around   on   her   heel,   a   second   passes   and   she’s   drawn   an   arrow,   which   she   points   to   the   man   behind   the   foliage   –   sharp   reflexes,   honed   with   sweat   and   blood   (   lady   Kikyo      never   misses   ).   A   moment   of   heavy   tension   travels   between   them,   the   sounds   of   the   forest   grow   louder;   night   is   falling,   predators   lurk   these   woods.

“   it   is   unwise   to   travel   these   woods   alone   at   night,   ”   soft   yet   steady   murmur,   arrow   still   aimed   at   the   stranger   (   a   peculiar   feeling   travels   down   her   spine,   as   if   she   should   be   extra   careful   with   the   way   his   eyes   shine   a   vivid   scarlet   in   the   darkness   )   ,   “   you   are   human.   i   sense   you   are   human   –   dangerous   youkai   roam   these   paths      once   the   sun   sets.   find   a   village   to   sleep   in   for   the   night,   or   you   will   be   eaten.   ”

@survyve

[fatened]

@survyve / ♡

❝ are you hurt? ❞ she's not much for medicinal practices, but she's learned well enough how to use a needle and floss when needed. stitches may seem a bit old fashioned, but at the very least, xion will be able to deal with the worst of things. her hand gestures to his arm. ❝ i- i can help. if you'll let me. ❞

[shegore]

❛      ━━    don’t fucking talk to me.   ❜      it is cold in the room.   the glorious reunion of a found family ,   toxic team ,  once cruel children bound by trauma.    @survyve​ has long since died to her   -    there is nothing to say ,   nothing to see.   nothing to do except serve her prison sentence & vanish.  forgiveness & forgetting ,     those are simply not in her nature.   the red of her eyes ,     that is something   -      hate ,   regret ,   brokenness.     let her nurse a longstanding wound in peace.   ❛   you’re still alive.   that’s already unfortunate.   ❜  

[yoakkemae-archived]

@survyve​  broke  /  touched  kakashi’s  heart:  the  young  genin  approaches  kakashi  ,  nothing  in  hand  ,  acting  calm  &  collected  despite  the  nervousness  that  inhabits  him.  "  you're  ...  kinda  like  a  dad  ,  right  ?  so.  happy  father's  day.  or  ...  whatever.  "  he  stops  for  a  minute  &  scowls.  "  never  mind.  this  is  stupid.  "

kakashi  had  never  had  any  designs  to  being  a  parent.  why  would  he  ?  he  knows  just  how  ...  fucked  up  parents  can  make  their  children  ,  even  without  trying  ,  and  kakashi  knows  that  he’s  too  messed  up  to  have  his  own.  (  it’s  also  one  of  the  main  reasons  he  hadn’t  wanted  to  become  a  jōnin-sensei  in  the  first  place  until  team  7  had  nestled  themselves  into  his  heart  before  he  had  really  known  it  ).

father’s  day  hasn’t  been  much  of  a  day  for  him  in  a  long  time.  in  the  mornings  ,  he  makes  his  way  to  his  father’s  graveyard  and  leaves  him  his  favourite  food  ,  but  that’s  all  he  tends  to  do.  (  minato-sensei  was  different.  he  could  have  been  an  older  brother  and  a  father-figure  all  in  one  ,  but  kakashi  had  barely  let  him  in  since  he  hadn’t  wanted  it  to  hurt  so  much  when  he  lost  him.  little  had  he  known  ,  it  had  hurt  more.  ).

so  ,  it  had  certainly  surprised  him  that  sasuke  ,  one  who  seemed  to  try  as  hard  to  push  people  away  as  kakashi  once  had  ,  nervous  underneath  his  calm  exterior  only  to  say  ,   "  you're  ...  kinda  like  a  dad  ,  right  ?  so.  happy  father's  day.  or  ...  whatever.  "  he  stops  for  a  minute  &  scowls.  "  never  mind.  this  is  stupid.  "

(  obito’s  eye  was  acting  up  again  ,  and  he  could  feel  the  cloth  of  rin’s  forehead  protector  covering  obito’s  eye  dampen  ).  

kakashi  reaches  out  to  grab  sasuke’s  shoulder  before  he  could  turn  away  ,  feeling  awkward  and  yet  touched.  ‘  no  ,  no  ,  it  isn’t  stupid.  ’  how  could  he  put  into  words  what  he  wants  to  ?  the  idea  that  kakashi  can  at  all  be  emotionally  intelligent  to  come  up  with  the  right  words  to  say  is  laughable  ,  even  to  himself.  this  is  not  a  joke  ,  and  so  he  doesn’t  make  it  one  ,  genuine  smile  crossing  his  face  as  fondness  coats  his  next  words  ,  ‘  thank  you  ...  sasuke.  ’

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[scientificallystarving]

OOC - Talking to the husband about my DS headcanons.

Me: *sees survyve's post* Yes! This! Wilson isn't afraid of dying. He just doesn't want to.

Husband: I'm not afraid of bleeding. I'm afraid of bleeding all of my blood.

Me: XD No I mean like, the island is purgatory. Wilson has died A LOT! When he dies, he just wakes up on a new island with a scar on his body, and then Max mocks him for it with “Hey Pal, you don't look so good.”

Husband: That would be madness inducing.

Me: That's the nature of Don't Starve. And I love it!

Husband: If I was Max, I would just fuck with him on occasion.

Me: What do you mean?

Husband: During one of his games, I would just snap my fingers and Bam start it over for no reason. He'd be there like “WHAT KILLED ME?!?”

Me: Oh my god! XD

Husband: He just spends the first hour of his journey trying to find the new scar on his body. “Wha- WHAT the hell killed me?!?”

Me: Lol! “Did I have a stroke?! What happened?!”