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Because of Ino, I feel that Shikamaru has somewhat of an understanding of what different flowers mean. He'd never give Ino a red rose but he'd be happy to give her a yellow one. Chouji would receive a white violet. His favourite flower is the forget-me-not; it's small and diminutive with a beautiful blue colour but it is the name which makes it stand out.
A flower for the fallen, a flower for the people who've passed in and through other's lives.
taidanatensai replied to your post:Gives Sasori puppet heelies.       Now we areâŚ
heelies + bra = best
Ready to FUCK YOU UP, SON
is there anyone out there willing to do an ATLA au? I've just been thinking about it a lot...
I feel Kishimoto should have included the rookiesâ reaction to Sasukeâs speech.
Love Hinataâs reaction
#has Hinata ever reacted to Sasuke at all??? #like throughout the entire series?
Itâs sad to think that the majority of my teenage years were spent trying to survive rather than actually living.
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Apodyopis
Apodyopis -Â The act of mentally undressing someone
âłÂ â ă Itâs been a long couple of days.
He hadnât slept at all for over 24 hours, the solo mission he had been on requiring full attention at all times. It had been less than desirable, but these sort of things were what heâd have to get used to. It came with being a responsible shinobi, especially one who was able to be relied on solely for things like this. That didnât exactly stop the heavy feeling in his limbs as he finally stopped in front of the gates of Konoha, the morning sun already high in the sky.
He was good at hiding his fatigue, at least, like he was good at hiding everything. Itâd be unprofessional to display openly exactly how tired he was as he went to hand in the mission report,tone as cool as it always was. When Shino was finally dismissed, given only one last order before leaving, he had full intentions of delivering the message heâd been told to and then returning home to get some rest. An unfocused ninja is a ninja that fails, as theyâve been taught many times.And he was considerably a bit more unfocused than heâd prefer to be.
Finding the person in question was an easy task. His hangouts were known to most of his close acquaintances, more or less. This time of day, it would come as no surprise to find him there. Which, as it turns out, was the case. Grass shifting beneath his feet, the Aburame came to a stop as he hovered over his classmateâs prone form, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell slowly. Asleep, no doubt. Like he himself should be. For a few moments, glass-hidden eyes simply examine Shikamaru, gaze then flittering to his attire.
Sleeping in his flak jacket? An odd thing to do voluntary. They were good protection, easy to get used to wearing, but they were far from comfortable to be sleeping in.Far cry from the days before.Really, he would have expected to walk up here and see the jacket and shirt discarded, the other boyâs chest only covered in the fishnet shirt he seemed extremely fond of over the years, although there was no doubt it would be covering a more built expanse of skinâ
Good lord.
Was he seriously imagining what heâd look like now without all those coverings? He really was sleep-deprived.Eyes diverting to the otherâs face quickly, he cleared his throat and opened his mouth, a blunt wake-up call being the next thing to exit his lips.
No more wasting time. He needed to sleep sooner than he originally thought. ă
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Capernoited
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Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy
Huh. Shikamaru didn't know if it was the sake he'd ingested during the course of the meal or if his eyes were playing tricks on him but... Shino was actually emoting openly. Well, as openly has he could with a half obstructed face. Maybe this had been a good idea. A game of shougi, some boxes of take out sushi and sashimi, and a sake bottle later made for a couple of merry friends. If you could call the bug boy merry; he was definitely slightly flushed but his mannerisms were much the same.
âHey, Shino,â Shikamaru said blinking at how loud his voice was and how difficult it was to control his tongue, âhave you ever been drunk before?â The only reply he got was silence and a stare that seemed to say âwhat do you think?â Chuckling, he scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. âOkay... I guess not. You've got a really good tolerance for not having drunk before...â It's impressive.
A low sound came from his friend causing the Nara to be completely speechless. That... that was a chuckle. Aburame Shino, the elusive ninja who rarely showed his face, actually laughed. For some reason the sounds sent shivers down his spine making him blush slightly.
This was a side of him he wanted to see more often.
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;A; no I love it!!! you write him very well sob
dsfkjsn thank you! it means a lot to hear that from you, nuu o//w//o
and she is divine, untouchable terrifying, dangerous and heartbreaking and youâve heard the stories, everyone has how those who try to reach the moon end up scorched by the sun instead
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Petrichor
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Petrichor - The smell of of rain on dry earth
Smoke curled its way lazily upwards, invisible in the bright sunlight unless one was in the exact right place. If you were to follow the smell of lit cigarette you'd find a young man crouching on the ground blowing the occasional smoke ring over the grave he was sitting in front.
It was the anniversary of Asuma's death.
Shikamaru had gotten to his grave earlier that day to pay his respects but just hadn't moved since then. Kurenai and baby Mirai had shown up with fresh flowers that were now residing in a vase to the left. Ino and Chouji arrived shortly thereafter and kept him company as they reminisced on the times that they had shared filling the air with warm chuckles and the stray tear or two from Chouji.
He had resolved to leave after the cigarette burnt outâhow poeticâwhen he heard footsteps behind him. A glance over his shoulder told him that it was his old academy teacher, Iruka-sensei. With a sigh (he didn't want a lecture on how bad smoking was for his health), the younger man stubbed the nearly finished cigarette on the ground before straightening up.
Thunder rolled in the distance announcing the arrival of a sunshowerâas his mother called them. Heavy drops began to fall onto the dry dirt by their feet, sending the scent of the dry earth into the air transporting him back to when he was fresh out of the academy. âAsuma-sensei always did like the smell of rain on the sun cracked ground,â Shikamaru murmured, âhe would gather us under a tree and tell us to breath in deeply. Said it would rejuvenate us. Heh.â He smiled and shook his head, droplets falling from his hair.
âNever noticed a difference myself.â
Wanweird!!
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Wanweird - An unhappy fate
Ah. Shit. The situation was almost laughable if it wasn't for the dull aching in his torso and the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. A cough. Blood dribbled down the side of his mouth as he turned to spit the red liquid onto the ground beside him. How did it get like this? Shikamaru was vaguely aware of Temari hovering over him looking as strong as ever though it wasn't without some worry. Heh. The smile stretched his lips revealing blood stained teeth as he shook his head.
It was á´á´á´ Ęá´á´á´Â for him.
They had no medic with them and the nearest town was more than half a days journey away. âI'm sorry,â the Nara said softly ignoring the stabbing á´ á´ ÉŞ É´Â in his chest every time he spoke or took a shallow breath. Broken ribs, perhaps? What was he apologising for? His incompetence at remaining in once piece for one thing. Some tactical genius he was, ď˝ď˝ď˝ ď˝ ď˝ď˝ď˝ď˝Â out on the cold ground. âTell Ino and Chouji I'm sorry. And Ma,â he coughed, blood laced spit spraying into the air, âlook after her until she can stand on her own again. Please tell me you will. Temariââ
Suddenly his vision blurred signifying that the end was close. His fingers felt numb, like the time when he, Ino, and Chouji had played in the snow for hours. In some distant corner of his tired mindâit felt lead heavyâhe found that there was no pain anymore.
âHey, Temari,â Shikamaru mumbled, his tongue moving sluggishly, âI never got to tell you...â
And then he moved no more.
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Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone. Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you. Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing. Autolatry - The worship of oneâs self. Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage. Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling. Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy. Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain. Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue. Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss. Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder. Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures. Agelast - A person who never laughs. Wanweird - An unhappy fate. Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell. Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground. Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did. Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot. Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say âto hell with itâ. Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.⨠Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed. Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where. Baisemain - A kiss on the hand. Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside. Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.