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Send me a ♥ to find out how my muse feels towards yours.

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This is the first follow-friday I’ve taken part in - so hopefully this will suffice. Fantastic individuals who’ve made my time on this site simply extraordinary. Everyone displayed above is the epitome of perfection. & also hopeful I’ve spelled everyones name right. <3

Strawberrysakura, meowgito, sanctum-sacrifice, resilientuchiha,akaiuzumaki, tokumeisei, tidal-lullaby, mandate of hell, thousandbirds

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— outofpeppers:

online and ready for a few threads. 

where is everyone?

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See how my character reacts if yours says 'you are mine.'

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"Perhaps there was something wrong with their ramen...?"

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Send me a ☡ for my muse's reaction to walking in on yours undressing.

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Your muse just witnessed my muse breaking down in tears. How does your muse respond?

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"W-What is happening, 'ttebane?"

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A woman stands by her window, opened hands under the silvered water that slowly falls outside. It is a very rare thing to rain in such period of the year! From her lips, comes a sweet song. It is old, of the ages when the world was still young and Kushina still remembers her grandmother humming it to herself, many years in the past. Long fingers touch the leaves of the plants on her window, caressing their texture almost absently. It is a good day to stay at home, listening to the cold water falling against the ceiling and smelling the fragrance of wet soil. The woman inclines her head, reddish hair covering her eyes when her forehead touches the wall and she chuckles, imagining the next months, when the fragile life inside her would start to move. It is still so early!

The silent sound of footsteps breaks her dreaminess. The woman frowns, trained eyes and ears very alert as she seeks for the one who invides her privacy. "Who's there?", she asks and crosses her arms under her breasts. "Y'know, it isn't very poilite to sneak on other people's window!"

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Send: If you were mine I'd....

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A sound comes, soft steps echoing in the air as the whisper of wind itself. The woman sees the one that approaches, a dark figure against the horizon. She narrows her eyes,  cerulean irises very alert as she looks at the sunlight. Contours of a masculine form are now visible and a silly idea comes to her mind, both of her hands grabbing the light fabric of her dress in a grip of hope. Minato?, she thinks and opens her mouth to call the man, golden hair sparkling beneath the bright luminosity of the day. Silly, silly girl! Rosy lips are closed and eyes are once more wider in quiet surprise as she takes a step foward, coming out of the shadows of the trees. He isn't Minato.

The woman notices that the one before her is too young, still no more than a boy. Trembling fingertips touch trembling lips and a soft sigh escapes her, a timid sound in the serenity of the place. "Naruto?", she says and her voice, once strong and firm and full of like sounds weak and too soft and almost broken. "Naruto?", and blue eyes observe him with fascination, fixed on his features! How is that possible? He hasn't changed nothing! The woman reaches out a hand. Can he see her? Is she a ghost? A vision? What is she? I am his mother.

The woman is a ghost. It is very strange, for she feels the blood within her veins flowing and pulsing and there is air inside her lungs, gentle wind against her skin as she walks. Her name is Kushina, she remembers and she died in the middle of the night. A pale hand hesitantly rises, touching the softness of her cheek and feeling the texture of her lips. She still smells of the soap she used to buy, sixteen years in the past. What happened? Reddish eyebrows are frowning when she looks at the sky, very blue and very bright above her head. Where am I?, slowly the woman looks down and in silence, stare at her hands. There isn’t blood in her hands. Where is Naruto?, she thinks and such a simple thought appears in her mind as the terrible shadow of a cloud. Where is Minato?! Blue eyes are wider and she turns her head, reddish hair flowing around her like a veil. Trees, she notices. A road. I’m on a road. And she bites her lower lip, worried and lost and confused and she does not know what is happening and she only remembers she was not supposed to be there.

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(✿づ◠‿◠)づ Pass this to 15 of your favorite blogs to let them know that you love them

sweetie, i think you might be on the wrong blog. 

i mean, wHAT.

but, no, seriously. i don’t deserve it.

but LET ME KISS YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE, OKAY! and thank you very much.

(and let me kiss itachi and minato too, pretty pls.)

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The woman is a ghost. It is very strange, for she feels the blood within her veins flowing and pulsing and there is air inside her lungs, gentle wind against her skin as she walks. Her name is Kushina, she remembers and she died in the middle of the night. A pale hand hesitantly rises, touching the softness of her cheek and feeling the texture of her lips. She still smells of the soap she used to buy, sixteen years in the past. What happened? Reddish eyebrows are frowning when she looks at the sky, very blue and very bright above her head. Where am I?, slowly the woman looks down and in silence, stare at her hands. There isn't blood in her hands. Where is Naruto?, she thinks and such a simple thought appears in her mind as the terrible shadow of a cloud. Where is Minato?! Blue eyes are wider and she turns her head, reddish hair flowing around her like a veil. Trees, she notices. A road. I'm on a road. And she bites her lower lip, worried and lost and confused and she does not know what is happening and she only remembers she was not supposed to be there.

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— outofpeppers:

No, really, there are a lot of lost people on here. Woah.

But, seriously, I don't really do this. But since I'm on vacation and freaking out because you're all lovely and beautiful, I'm going to write a few open starters, okay? 

Time to get down to business!