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[yamixuzu]

  [ oh god i was gone for so long i did nOT MEAN TO BE- it only felt like a week?? but it was almost a month??? holy hecc.

anyway!! i had to go to me summer camp and some conventions and just totally forgot to check in, time just went by so fast! but heyyo here I be, and I think I'm in full gear to rp!

[bluemuseworks]

Roleplayers, reblog if your blog contains dark content ⚠️

[chronciallychill-coyote]

I feel like you never truly recover from Wolf's rain

[yamixuzu]

@abyssaldespair

Ever since his creation, this shadow of a man had kept quiet enough. Mostly staying away from the village, and keeping to himself to figure things out. Not so long ago, the village had gone under a grand attack by those Akatsuki guys- and Yami remembered it all too well from his old memories. The village was even now still recovering, and that was one reason he kept away. There was no joy in revenge if you're attacking an injured, unarmed enemy. Then it's a mercy, and his hatred needed so much more than that. Wanted their hope to rise as they come back from the ashes, only for him- for their own beloved Naruto- to rip it all away again. And until then, until the time would come that he could let loose- he somehow had to control his anger. Keep the fox from lashing out uncontrollably- and it was a tall order to ask one broken man.

However, on this hot day, as he lay away behind the waterfall, something tipped off his nerves. Naruto was no sensory type, but it was hard to ignore such a presence closing in on you, especially when his guard was raised so high. He didn't want to be discovered, but the way this chakra was moving- they weren't just passing through. Someone was searching, for this waterfall, or the monster rumored to be within. A chakra that nearly triumphed his own with dark energy, with hatred, closing in on his location. It snapped him out of his current rest to bring him to high alert, as he slowly made his way through the rush of water to take a look. As he made his way into the open, that foul chakra grew more in range, and his eyes swept the area to try and find the source. Drooling at just the thought of someone else so vile- but then he saw it. A mask, standing out like a sore thumb through the brush. Hardly trying to hide, as he kept his distance, and Yami stared. From the depths of his shared memory, something clicked. Something familiar about a mask, something he was told about. As if someone warned him about a man with a mask...

              It must have been important, because even Kurama was boiling up at the sight.

Growing a grin, Yami tilted his head towards the man, givin' him a little wave of the hand to say hi. He must'a been pretty brave to track him down- so why not follow through? Not like Yami was one to be afraid. Sometimes, clawin' away at a stranger was exactly what was needed to keep the fox at bay. A quick anger release, may be just what the doctor ordered. Good of this random guy to volunteer.

         "Weeelll- howdy. Come on out and say hello, stranger.      Were ya lookin' for me? Or did you just stumble in here on accident? 'Cause it'd suck for you if it were the latter."

[yamixuzu]

  [ oooooooooo man- I totally had intentions of coming on today and doing my starters and replies, but then I ended up doing a lot of chores around the house first, and now I'm just super tired-                                So I'll have to wait until tomorrow after work- sorry all! the long work weeks are so draINing.

[yamixuzu]

I know Im not totally active but,,,,, i suddenly have insane muse for obito :^) oops-

[foxkage]

Escaped Nightmare

@yamixuzu

Go tell the world I’m alive. That’s what he’s saying. Naruto swears it. Each sight of carnage and destruction is another taunt. He’s playing his game and it’s pissing him off. Why, because he shouldn’t even be alive. 

That day under the waterfall he accepted him. Took care of the negative emotions he still harbored. Brought him into his arms and hugged it out. They were okay. He was okay. 

So what the fuck brought him back?

Why is he going off acting like he’s still full of hate? There isn’t none inside of him. The real him. He made peace with it that day. It’s gone, well it was supposed to be. Now it’s a shadow come back to haunt him. To show everyone what he really harbored for the village. What he refused to acknowledge…

No no, he did acknowledge it. 

Naruto rubs his eyes as he falls back on the inn bed. Guuh, a little hard for his taste. Though he doesn’t plan to sleep much. Since he found about him, his dreams are nightmares. Those damn red black eyes of his mocking him, taunting him. Taking away everything he’s worked for. He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes to erase him from mind. Picturing him now will only make it worse. 

Sleep comes to him, but the peace it should bring is gone. Lost to the worries of his situation. He turns restless in his sleep, his nightmare has begun. It continues forever until he jerks awake. Sweat soaks his sleeping shirt, but all he is thinking how real that one felt. The fucker was in his room, standing at the end of his bed. Grin in place and red eyes gleaming like they were just soaked in blood. 

Geez his heart is still racing. It hit too close to home and has left a shiver of fear. The hair on his arms is standing and his body gives involuntary shiver. 

“It was just a dream, calm the hell down,” he tries to reassure himself. 

[yamixuzu]

                   "Yeeaaaaaah- go back to sleep. Or the boogeyman'll get'cha."

A voice pulled straight out his nightmare, now meeting him head on. Resonating through the room with a terrifying reality; he was there. Red eyes burning through the shadows, glaring down to himself, sweating through his night terrors. He felt the fear strike his heart- and it let that grin grow across his lips. He SMELT it, and it was energizing.

                  He thought he was having a nightmare, but it was all too real.            It's so sweet- knowing Naruto dreamed about him. Sickeningly so.

Yami had rudely been brought back, for reasons unknown even to him, and this time, he was real. He wasn't just some figure the waterfall brought to life for Naruto to face- he was alive. A creature tortured with his own existence- and it pissed him off to all hell. Yami was forced to be alive by the very demon they both harbored, but his life was much different than Naruto's. It was full of PAIN. Full of anger, and hate... and he was so confused by it all. From what he remembered, he was accepted. Naruto accepted him, even their score- made him apart of him again. So why was he here-? Why was he chosen to burn in this existence-?

His acts of destruction were random at best, mostly caused by his inability to contain the beast within him. Unable to hold all his rage inside, needing to release it just to keep from losing his control. Bringing forests to cinders, rumors of Nine-Tailed fox attacks spreading throughout the nation, as fires erupted wherever he went. The only bright side was it drew HIM out- creating bad press for the real deal. They were on the hunt for each other, both seeking answers. And now the time had come. They were face to face- and Yami couldn't help but be amused by his reactions.

                                    Fear.

                 The same expression everyone always looked at him with, always scared of him.                   He never imagined he'd look at himself with that same fear he loathed.

Body limp, hanging off to the side, Yami smiled to his other half. Snickering in the dark, he leaned forward like a ragdoll, hands latching onto the end of his bedpost. Those piercing eyes glued to him, filled with someone else's hatred- someone else's fire. Finally- Naruto.

                                        "-- Boo."

[balkansoul-deactivated20220924]

[stcnedheart]

@yamixuzu​.  ( x )

               ❛  stop scaring the kids,  yami.  come on,  let’s go.  ❜

[yamixuzu]

                 "Nyeeeeeeeeh- but it's so funny. They're totally freaked out by my eyes."

Yami snickered, sticking his tongue out at a group of kids that were slowly starting to follow the two. Sending them scattering pretty quickly at his devilish eyes. Sending him out on a mission to a small village in the fire nation? Not totally smart. Goin' with Sakura was a good idea, though.

         "What're we even lookin' for, again?"

[gundxam-blog]

   [ BEHOLD! A new blog arises from the ashes of creation, yielding the name of Gehenna’s most feared adversary- Gundham Tanaka! Let this name pierce your very soul, as you tremble for your very life! Now kneel, for the Supreme Overlord of Ice has returned to rule this pathetic world!

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[yamixuzu]

yinseal‌:

he sways       less a beast than a  boy,  a  child  (  that soft,  that innocent:  HUMAN.  )  the risk is forgotten  &&  disregarded;  what happens now,  what will happen,  is left to the dirt like the  GLUT  of his scalding blood.  he sways:  her hand clasps down upon his shoulder,  holding firm,  fingers locked  securely  (  moments ago,  their embrace was to the  death.  )  his skin is  warm,  without the bite that nearly  BOILED  her;  the wound has already lost some of its inflammation.   no bite:  who could ever have guessed?  the  DARKNESS  could be so well behaved.  

                    ❝  three. ❞

has this become their pattern?  the rage,  the  STORM,  the fight of bruised knuckles,  throat in hand,  nails  &&  teeth,  tearing until first blood,  &&  then the  calm?  twice now,  replayed like a memory,  down to a dance       she doesn’t want to break his bones each time.  how  TIRED  he must be,  to fight the world each time!  how often can you  break,  before there’s nothing left to put together?  ❝  i told you it wasn’t so bad.  ❞

her palm rests too  easily  on his torso       she can feel his breath,  each careful stutter against the cages of his ribs.  that drumbeat of his heart is  STEADY,  steady,  flushing  life  into the heat of his flesh.  the basket sits a half-step away;  stretching out,  arm extended,  brings the tips of her fingers close enough to snatch it back.  ❝  i’ll stitch you up;  it shouldn’t hurt much,  not like a minute ago.  and then i       i can go.  just like i said.  ❞  twine  &&  needle  (  how perfectly she’s thought this out!  )  in hand;  she waits.

            "... Yeah- yeah, you probably should."

His voice was softer now, with a permanent rasp in his throat from the endless screaming he's done. This was painful, but it was nothing compared to the pain he first felt when he woke up. That initial surge of fire through his veins, his first breath- becoming darkness wasn't some easy task, Naruto didn't have a choice but to take this route, with all he suffered. This wound stung- but it was nothing. The only salvation here was he was too DIZZY to focus on his anger. As if the Kyuubi's influence was flowing out with his blood, which gave him a moment of clarity, where he felt remorse for his own aggression. Embarrassment- which also ticked his nerves. And endless cycle in which he was trapped in... and didn't want to get her roped into, either.

            "Stitch it 'n go, s'not smart to stick around.               You're better off goin' back to Naruto, who won't choke ya out.               I'm kind'a unpredictable, can't control myself. Not safe."

His breathing made him cut his words shorter, as it grew heavier each passing second. Something as little as this was taking a bigger tole on him than he'd thought, but he kept standing. No matter how much the world spun around him, he kept grounded- her hand on his shoulder for the moment may have also helped in that, but he wouldn't acknowledge it.

          It was also... weird, talking about himself like that. Or- about Naruto. As far as Yami was concerned, he WAS Naruto. They were the same person- he was just hurt. Some distorted version of himself, who got the shitty end of the deal in life. The twin that got separated at birth, and forgotten about. He was all his negative emotions, that for years, Naruto shoved into the back of his mind, and Kurama hoarded. Until this very time, where he'd had so many bad thoughts, they created their own entity to take them all away. So Naruto could continue smiling- he'd bear all his pain. Something he never agreed to do, but was forced to. NO one would have asked for such a BURDEN on their own free will.

She was better off with him, the goofball.                   The better version of himself, who made people happy.                                          Someone who didn't loose control every second.                                                                   Someone who didn't attack at random.

It hurt to admit, but it was for her best interest. To just forget he was even out here. Make sure he's okay, patch him up- and leave. He'd survive. Not eagerly, but he would. Kyuubi wouldn't let it be any other way.

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I absolutely love ships where one character is usually serious and distant, but when they talk to that one person, their voice turns soft and gentle and is suddenly filled with fondness that they don’t show to anyone else.

[yamixuzu]

KURAMA : TAILED BEAST MODE

Gonna delve into this, for all future battlin' possibilities! Taken straight from the source, because Yami is every bit of Naruto's hatred and "dark side", he has a much better bond with Kurama initially. The two form a bond through their hatred for Konoha, from all the suffering he endured and Kyuubi's own reasons. Yami is actually a direct result of Kurama making his own preferable host, one forged in anger that would let him use his power to cause havoc, while still needing to be locked away. Even later on, when Yami begins trying to better himself and be more like Naruto, he goes to work with Kurama endlessly to get him on board, since Yami can't change unless the fox does.

Either way, that's a different HC- Basically, Yami is able to tap into Kurama's chakra and abilities in different ways that Naruto is able to, or accomplished. He didn't learn sage modes or anything, so instead, Yami instead take a more "Killer B" route to his powers. He can manifest different parts of the fox for his advantage in battles, like full forms of the tails. Use his fire based chakra and jutsu, or form tailed beast balls. With his own close bond with the beast, Yami is able to tap into a full scaled Beast Mode, bringing the Kurama to life much like how Killer B can transform into the eight tails.

In the early days, Yami specifically holds this transformation back as much as possible, until he looses control of himself and Kurama takes over. Though, in the future when he settles with the fox and lives a life in Konoha, its a formidable weapon.

Don't even question why there's two Jinchuriki's now, its like how there's two Narutos now. I'm using the anime logic card on this one.

[yamixuzu]

some yami aesthetics to better explain him: 1) this icon, big yami vibes 2) greaser energy. straight outta the outsiders. 3) a lot of chaotic tik tok audios remind me of him and im sad I can't share the vibes they give off.

[yamixuzu]

yinseal‌:

what dance is this?  two steps forward,  three  steps back       progress made,  &&  abruptly torn away.  fury faded,  irritation in its place:  his hands at her  THROAT  might have been a quick  caress,  with all the changes in between.  if he were naruto  (  too dangerous       that thought is better left to  dust  )  /  she does not indulge the thought.  she takes the kunai with a  DELICATE  air;  it slides along her finger,  deposited to the dirt.  perhaps she ought to  KNOCK  him out regardless       he surely can’t feel pain once he’s  unconscious.

instead,  she  sighs:  he is a patient like a  LION  is a feline       it works on  paper,  best.  ❝  don’t bite too hard       i’m not much of a  dentist.  ❞  he probably won’t see the  HUMOUR,  but the jest is better fit for her,  anyways.  his skin is hot to the touch  (  no wonder,  then,  how  quick  he was to burn!  )  her fingertips trace up the lines of his stomach until they reach his seal;  she bypasses it without comment.  up,  again,  &&  soft across       his chakra is a  knot  here,  where the infection runs most rampant.  ❝  alright.  on three,  i’ll pull the infection out.  there’ll probably be some blood,  but once the infection is gone,  i can stitch this up.  ❞  it would be  BETTER,  to be fair,  if it was  chakra  that did the mending       but she cannot be certain he’d react  well  to that.  (  she can’t predict his temper from one second to the next;  better leave it  miniscule  for now  ).  ❝ one  …  two  …  ❞

she does not go on three.  quick,  before he can brace,  she makes as if to  PULL:  his wound weeps,  a glot of  BLOOD  &&  pus.  it is over almost  instantly,  but still she tenses  (  if he  bites  her,  she might just crack his  head.  )

He shivered, as he felt her fingertips trace up his core. Light, just grazing along his skin, but enough to give him goosebumps. Truthfully, it was the most delicate touch he'd ever received, and it was hardly anything at all. Always used to rough treatments. To battle, or his own harsh treatment of himself. But just her, tracing up and over his abdomen, gave him shivers. His cheeks were the lightest bit pink from such a reaction, in which he tried to hide by growling. Teeth clamping down against the headband he placed there. Snarling in preparation for this agony she was preparing him for. To pull an infection from his wound- could it hurt as bad as she was making it out to be-?

        All this delaying nearly had him snap at her, the countdown wearing down on his nerves- but just as he turned his head to maybe try and make a remark to her, she acted. A swift move pulled the knot in his chakra free, where that infection ran rampant, and he winced. Flinched away from her in the sudden shock. His whole body went tense, every visible muscle in his torso flexing, from that sudden bolt of pain. His free hand snapped down to his leg, gripping to the orange fabric of his pants, while teeth ground into the metal of his forehead protector.

             That stung like a bitch-

Yami whimpered, his voice cracking as he tried to groan out. In the moment, he wasn't thinking of how he looked, or sounded to her, only that it hurt. Breathing jagged, his brows furrowing together as he tried to steady himself. He swayed, but only for a moment, as that rush of blood loss so suddenly had his head swimming in a dizzy spell. But he quickly regained himself, as a shinobi would, and seemed to gain his composure back just as quickly. It seemed he was just too focused on passing out that he forgot to BITE.

                   'Least, the worst was over (maybe).                Now she just had to stitch, right?               That shouldn't be TOO terrible.

"... You didn't count to three."

[yamixuzu]

         i gotta control what kinda musIC i listen to when hoppin' on- all these songs are givin me all the wrong kindsa muse