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My mother would be ashamed of me if I was a murderer. My father on the other hand… he’d buy me an ice cream.
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SARADA UCHIHA AND THE … SCARLET WITCH MONTH
when a Kawaki follows u
stay away from bert and my sister
or get rekt
While Sasuke considered himself to be quite perceptive – picking up on certain shifts in another’s expression or way of acting – he knew of one certain weakness that clouded this strength: Expressing emotions. Over time, he had managed to improve in that department but it still deemed to be a problem he was facing. So, although he noticed the way Sageki’s facial expression changed, he was unsure as to why, exactly. He was glad that both his children and wife were healthy but something clearly seemed to bother his youngest.
And so he remained silent for a moment, thinking. Once, Sakura had given him advice and said to not make assumptions (something he wasn’t particularly good at) but rather ask directly, especially when it concerned his family. Was it appropriate in this moment? Maybe it was but he was not yet willing to voice his thoughts.
In regards to his question, Sasuke gave a simple nod. “Of course,” he replied, happy about the fact his son wanted to train and improve his abilities for this, truely, was the spirit of a shinobi, “I intend on staying this time around, at least until I have settled a certain matter.”
That scroll was still lingering in the back of his head. Should his assumption hold true, danger was ahead, attempting to ruin this life he had just managed to build. But the deciphering process was slow and so he had some time to spare, albeit there would be another student demanding his attention. Provided he managed to master the rasengan, that was.
Emotions. Something Sageki had a hard time controlling. When it came to anger, he was silent. when it came to being somber, he showed it. His entire life with his father being away was he made fun of and labeled as not-an-uchiha just because of his looks. Lips set into a thin line as the fake smile faded upon his round features.
Rivalry, civil one at that, with the Hokage’s son. Comradeship between his sister, the urge to protect her when she needed him. If not for her, he wouldn’t be as strong as he was now. Yet somehow. . .he still felt left behind, looking at other’s backs.
How he hated that. Those spring grass colored eyes landed on his father; a determined shine shimmered through them almost reaching out for the answer to his question. If his father couldn’t train him, he’d do it by himself.
A few seconds passed and never did his gaze waver. The answer was spoken; lips peeled back to show pearl white teeth. No matter how long his father was staying, he would make the best of it. For time, some were ignorant of, but he knew deep in his bones that something big was coming. . .and it wasn’t going to be good.
‘ then show me how to cast genjutsu! i already know shurriken jutsu, even fire. Sarada-nee’s been busy with her own things and i don’t want to bother Kaa-san with this. ’
Everything looked so much larger and cleaner than he remembered. To make matters all the more discomforting, nobody seemed to see or hear him. Death had been but an instant. So what was he now? He hadn’t been reincarnated and there were no signs of either one of his children. What was this? Atonement for treason? For failing the Uchiha as a whole?
He was long dead: nothing more than a spirit who had failed to move on. Earlier, he could have sworn he caught sight of an Uchiha crest in the village and saw fit to follow it home.
If only to see that again, even if the child was so far down the lines of time that he wouldn’t know him…it did his heart some good to see it again. Did it mean Sasuke had found someone? Had Itachi reached out in his loneliness, too?
But the eyes who saw him weren’t dark or scarlet, but green like jade. The boy had pink hair. This had to be a mistake, right?
“I was the clan head once,” he announced. “And you can see me…? Who are you?”
Those had been just stories to scare him and his sister, right? A sweat bead rolled down his temple, arm braced in front of himself as if to shield him. This stranger. . .was he an enemy? Such a little boy was he to be scared of someone when clearly he was stronger than what he appeared to be. Yet, his mother’s nerves spoke louder. The salmon-haired boy swallowed down his fright like badly burnt breakfast.
Hearing the statement did Sageki’s features change to one of annoyance real quick. Was this some sort of joke? Lips turned downward into a scowl of slight. The chink of a kunai was heard as his finger wrapped around it’s hilt after spinning it. ( Clan Head? What’s he talking about? Is he an Uchiha? Tou-san said there were no more other than us three. . .what’s he playing at? )
His thoughts seemed to bounce off the walls of his mind, Sharingan eyes squinting. Oh did he look like both parents just then; fierce and ready to strike if a threat was shown. Father’s tact did the boy then speak; pink brows furrowing.
‘ it’s common courtesy to give your own name first, old man. ’
@fierywill from x
‘ you’re such a little annoying weeb, you know that? all about mom this, mom that. blah, blah, blah. ’
Lips jutted out resembling a pout. Dragon jade colored eyes glared over at his sister before a tsk slipped between his teeth and a scowl upon his face. Using the mom excuse grated on his nerves and she wasn’t even here right now! What did it matter if they pulled their steel on one another. Just the mere thought of it made him smirk; such a smug, arrogant attitude, but he could very well back it up.
‘ mom isn’t gonna be here all the time to fight your battles, nii-chan. ’
*breaks into room like a BOSS* (therwyn)
kami damn it. this kid had no respect for personal space. true, he had allowed him to spend the night– they’d trained EXTRA hard that day, and they were both pretty exhausted, but sageki could not of picked a worse time.
he has to cover both him and misora, with the type of speed you’d only see in battle. luckily nothing too intimate had happened quite yet, but if he wasn’t careful, he’d go telling sakura-sensei if he saw anything else and he did not want that in his life. “ s–sageki-kun, can you knock next time?! “
hearing the familiar name; it’s hard to resist the smile that rolls along his lips. while it wasn’t entirely accurate– he was about sageki’s age when he met his mother– you wouldn’t see him complaining. he was just happy to be a part of their lives.
“ starving, actually. don’t worry– it’s on me! “ jinsoku was waiting patiently outside for his owner, not of shinzo’s wishes, but the owners. the last time that he got in, he ate more than shinzo had the money to pay for. but fortunately, he had enough for the two of them. they ate a lot, sure, but nowhere near tiger levels. he takes a seat in the booth, across the table from him. he can also feel the side-eyed looks given towards the duo. he can’t remember how many times he’d say ‘ forget about them, sageki. ‘, so hopefully he wouldn’t have to say it now. he was a smart kid. he was a good kid. people just had tendencies to judge what they did not understand. naruto-sensei experienced that, as well. and look where that got him. “ every mission’s a good mission. you think they’d waste someone as powerful as you on such a lowly mission? they probably handed it off ‘cause the jounin were too scared to do it, heh! “
The boy let one green eye close leaving the other open while his smile brightened his features. His eye practically shined when his Uncle said the food was on him. Heart fluttered between his rib cage as if it were going to pop out from feeling joy at having someone eat with him. It’d been a few weeks since he ate with anyone at his side if not himself.
Oh, how he could feel the stares at him, it made his fingers grip the chopsticks hard but he set on his fake smile and was went with it. Fake smiles could mean anything, that was what Inojin had told him. They worked in any situation, but the smile he had given his Uncle Shinzo was pure, untainted by that fake-ness. He quickly stuffed a piece of a small tenderloin in his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he listened to what Shinzo was saying. Swallowing, he answered, a smirk upon his face as he pointed his chopsticks in an arrogant fashion, a smug attitude.
‘ i’m better than them. i should get a way better mission than just sitting around and watching some morons picking daisies, uncle! i want a challenge to test my strength! to grow. ’
Uchiha blood ran through him like an unstoppable fire. Unspoken was the words i-want-power. How he gained his power was through protecting the one’s he loved. How did they think his Sharingan matured so quickly unlike his sister’s? That was his flaw. To strive to get stronger to the point where he would go overboard, where h would overwork himself through his training. His Uncle Itachi had scolded him for that.
Gabriel lightworm and william
LOL WHAT ARE U TRYING TO DO TO ME
Sea-green eyes looked over across the table at the flippant shadowhunter, Will Herondale. Gabriel Lightwood felt the heat of pure dislike for the other. He felt that ever since they were just children growing up. Teeth gnashed down, hard as he could hear the Herondale make light of his father’s situation. Did he take him for an idiot?! That he wouldn’t lash out? A hand upon his shoulder stopped him, Will’s sister, Cecily. Only then did his temper cool. Shutting those sea-green eyes, a question had been thrown his way from the shifter girl.
“ Gabriel? Why do you look as if you hate William? ”
Setting his napkin on the table, food untouched. He could not ignore her question for he needed to get this issue resolved, off his chest. The only reason he wasn’t throwing himself over the table to strangle the man was because Cecily was at his side. At least he could take a smug satisfaction in that. Will Herondale’s sister falling for him! Mouth open, the Lightwood replied, a serious look on his face, his otherworldly green eyes focused on Will, dark brows furrowing.
‘ i don’t. i just dislike him. ’
Will, as if hearing he were being talked about, swallowed the apple he was chewing. His dark, midnight blue eyes focused on the Lightwood, a shit eating smirk pulling his lips up intil his pearly white teeth showed. Will Herondale, the boy who thought he was so much better than everyone else just because he was a Herondale. Was the guy gifted? Sure. Blessed? Probably by Satan himself--Gabriel held his tongue for he knew that look on Will’s face meant a witty quip was coming.
“ Dear me. Is it because I’m better looking than you? ”
A scowl twisted Gabriel’s features then. What a damn child he was! Hand clenched into fist under the table. Those dark brows of his furrowed ever more, green gaze piercing. Hate was an understatement! WILL HAD ONCE BROKEN HIS DAMN ARM! A growl let loose between his lips before he settled back into his seat. Oh this game was far from over. Scowl disappearing, irritation soon took it’s place.
‘ you know, there was a time where i thought we could be friends, Will. ’
That shit eating grin of the Herondale never left his face. Setting his fork upon the table after waving it about as if it were a miniature sword, he merely gave a chuckle. Gabriel’s eye twitched. Was there something funny in which he had stated his words? If there was, he wasn’t laughing. Will then spoke, smirk still upon his face like the smug little bastard he was:
“ There was a time I thought I was a ferret, but that turned out to be the opium haze. Did you know it had that affect? Because I didn’t. ”
Gabriel’s mouth hung open, tendon standing out along his throat and a small one near his temple. He had been sincere in that small jest and Will took it as a joke?! The Lightwood got up, hands slamming on the table as his teeth were bared into a snarl, one eye squinting down. ‘ this is the exact reason why you have no one, Herondale! you take everything as a damn joke! ’
“ The only joke I see here is you, good sir Lightworm! Even your father was made into one, you just had to step on him to find out! Demon pox, who knew right?! I did! ”
‘ YOU’RE INSANE! THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS DEMON POX! ’
“ Oh, so serious aren’t we. By the angel, Gabriel, you keep talking to me I’ll make sure to step on you like the actual worm you are. Hah! Like father, like son, right? Dear me. ”
“ you are very attractive. “
‘ why that’s nice of you to notice. i also tell that to myself and turn myself down occasionally just to keep things interesting. ’
“ ne, sageki-kun! “
it was hard to mistake the hair, of course. he only knew two people in his entire life who had that shade– one was him, and the other, was his mother. he counted himself lucky to see both him and his sister grow up; to see him form bonds with others in his class. he hadn’t expected to see him today, as he had a mission coming up– he’d probably spend it with his friends. that’s why he was surprised to see him in a barbecue place by himself. “ ah, enjoying your summer? you have a mission coming up pretty soon, right? “
Tongue slipped passed, wetting his lips as he stared down at his barbecue, a certain hunger in his eyes as he grabbed his chopsticks. He hadn’t eaten since morning and he’d been training like crazy all that time. Now was his tim to sit back, relax, and eat. Well, that was with the exception of a familiar voice calling his name. Dragon-jade eyes blinked before staring that the male figure. Shinzo. Spring-green grass eyes lightened up, smirk forming into a wide smile. Sageki wasn’t one for making a lot of friends because of his brooding silent attitude. He was very selective with who he gave his time to, like Sarada.
‘ Uncle Shinzo! it could go better. the mission’s nothing special. some dumb reconnaissance thing the Hokage wants us to do. you hungry? ’
He could use the company, feeling the stares all around his table like a cold chill down his spine to the marrow of his bones. He knew not of his father’s crimes but he knew some of the villagers still did not like him and their hate was cast towards him. Why? Unlike Sarada, he took more after his father; hairstyle, facial and eye shape. The fear that he might one day end up like Sasuke permeated in the air more than the smell of his food. Yeah, he could use company.
I’LL BURN YOU TO ASH
Father is a worm
Gabriel Lightwood, The Infernal Devices (via rykemedows)
Irritation - Sentence Memes
“Childish as usual.”
“Ever think you’ll remove that stick up your ass?”
“Ah, so you’ve changed your mind… does this one work any better?”
“Good job, I think I’ll give you a high five… in the face.”
“Look I may be one for good deals but I’m not buying your bullshit.”
“I wouldn’t have to manage my anger, if you learned to manage your stupidity.”
“Sorry, I got mad and said a lot of things that I meant but shouldn’t of said.”
“You know I may be able to tolerate you but sometimes you really push it…”
“Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma?”
“You’re extremely attractive… when you don’t open your mouth.”
“I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain this to you. “
“I’m jealous of all the people that haven’t met you.”
“You bring everyone a lot of joy… when you leave the room of course.”
“I bet your brain feels as good as new, seeing that you never use it.”
“If you are going to be two faced, at least make one of them pretty.”
“You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you?”
“Beaten on the ground is a good look for you.”
“I love how you just wear anything.”
“Personally, I find it charming how you’re not obsessed with personal style.”
“Wish I could be as laid-back as you about all responsibilities you’re avoiding.”
“Oh I’m sorry, is this making you uncomfortable?”
“Go ahead, keep goading. See what happens…”
“You’re not as interesting as you think you are.”
“Oh, you really think that’s a good idea? That’s cute.”
“No I get it, you look down on me ‘cause that’s the only way your fragile little ego gets validated.”
“I’d like to see things from your point of view but I can’t seem to get my head that far up my ass.”
“Not saying I would, but with the way you’re going someone is bound to punch your lights out.”
“Are good manners just something that escapes you? That’s alright, not everyone came from a civilized upbringing.”
“Shut your mouth for once, before I do it for you.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“You’re shit at defending yourself, so you make up for it in little snide comments.”
“I get tired of staring at your mug all day.”
“I was having a good day until I ran into you.”
“Ooh, what a scary look. Got something in mind there, or are you just gonna carry on like a spineless imp?”
“You say that, but we both know what would happen if you dared to challenge me.”
“I haven’t been ignoring you; I’ve been prioritizing you.”
“Wait, let me stop you there… is this train of thought actually relevant?”
“ I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.”
“No no, please keep talking. I always yawn when I’m interested.”
“I’m already visualizing the duct tape across your mouth.”
“Even when I constantly hand your ass to you, you come back for more.”
“Be quick, I don’t have all day.”
“You can’t buy yourself class.”
“Do you ever think before opening your mouth?”
Sageki: *to bert* Hey, you really put the 'i' in team.
Boruto: . . .
Sageki: considering it's just you and all
Boruto: . . .
Sageki: Get it?
Boruto: . . .
Boruto: . . .
Boruto: . . .
Boruto: No one fucking likes you.
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she’s ANGRY at ( f i r s t ) but knows it won’t do ANY good, instead all she CAN do for now is comfort the boy. Small digits reached out run her fingers through the hair matching SHADE of her own. ( H O W ) cruel young children could be – she REMEMBERED perfectly, they had TEASED her just the same. ❛I think your hair is COOL, makes your ORIGINAL! ❜
Rain still stained the boy’s cheek as he had it pressed against his mother. Such was the somber look upon his narrow face; dragon-jade eyes cast downwards, watery with rain yet to spill over. Mouth quivering before opening to speak, yet didn’t. He didn’t understand why other’s made fun of his hair. Were Uchiha not supposed to have pink hair? Was he a mistake?
Fingers curled into his mother’s fabric of clothing before letting the rain fall from his green eyes. ‘ . . . i hate them! all they do is talk about how i look! i hate them! am i a mistake, mama?! ’ Grass hued eyes focused on his mother’s face, such hurt rang through his features. The boy needed guidance for hate was not the emotion to turn towards. Yet he couldn’t help it.
@therwyn
it’s restless blood that pumps through his veins, erratic and unsightly heart –– on fire; and if so, his feathers are burning. it’s a selcouth itch that had infiltrated his blood, like bugs beneath his bones. he can’t scratch it so far underneath his skin! but the thrill of a fight has him sweating out his sickness, disease seeping out from his pores. it leaves the air simultaneously chilly and hot with his chakra all at once –– as if one would have trouble breathing in the humid air, muggy-swollen tongue clogged in their throat, but at the same time, their skin is harrowed with a cold that has every strand of hair erect. all that, and more –– an utterly thirsty crackle of his charred limbs unsheathing his sword –– is being permeated from the tightly-wound coils of his body. he smirks. takes a deep breath of iron into his lungs, and when he speaks, it’s of a voice welded from steel.
‘ i bet i can knock at least three-fourths of these fuckers on their asses. way more than you’ll be able to, at least. ‘
nothing like some friendly jeering to rev somebody up. whether he’s trying to piss off sageki or the horde of enemies in front of them is questionable though. but in the end, there will be nothing left but a ruin of unconscious bodies and he’ll soothe the rage inside him with it.
Bodice trembling but not with fright, oh no, but with excitement. He felt the calling of war within the blood cells that traversed through his being. The cool breeze lifting the pink ponytail of his hair up a few, pink locks swaying within the wind. Lips were curled into a smirk as a recklessness shined in thine grass-green sharingan eyes. How is blood flowed like water through a stream, calm but deadly fast. Bandaged hand came to wipe the blood from his mouth, pearly whites stained with the color.
One had gottan a lucky punch in, but the time for playing with their food was over. Son of two great Sanin he had exceptional chakra, but also knew his limits. Reckless was he who just jumped right in; impulsive to the marrow of his bone. He’d blame the Uchiha’s of Old for such things as this battle boiling his blood as hot as his Katon jutsu.
Katana, unsheathed, rested upon the Uchiha’s shoulder, blood dried upon the sharpness of his blade already. Half these two boys alone had taken out, half remained. The question was, who would take down the last one? Reconnaissance mission be damned. Sandal foot pressed upon the rock while a laugh seemed to bubble forth from his chest until it filled the iron filled air. Enemies looked upon the boy as if he were outright mad! Yet there they stood, upon their ground like lambs to the slaughter! This blonde bimbo take down half before he was finished? As if he’d let the Prodigy have his way with his battle.
Salmon hair bristled upon the air, atmosphere changing whilst lightening crackled around his bodice. Had this been the boy from years before? Had this been the happy-go-lucky positive boy years back? These rogue’s had broken the rule, leave them unconscious? Death would be their wives to whom they returned to. Ashes to ashes...
‘ let’s dance then, shall we? try and keep up, fool. ’
Figure was a blur of lines before blasting off with incredible speed, nimble as the Uchiha shot into the fray of enemies. Literally just jumped in middle of the circle like a man gone truly mad! T’was not the Uchiha other’s knew for this was someone completely different. No matter how fast he was, the boy still began to get cuts along his flesh; upon his cheek, arms. His shirt had been torn from the back, yet he still fought on as if naught mattered. Katana slashing down those who deserved the taste of his steel; lightening striking down those who were not just! Veins filled with fire hotter than his jutsu. He saw everything and nothing at the same time. What use were his eyes if he could not see himself clearly?