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I’ve been back for like a week and Rera hasn’t done one stupid pick up line and I think that’s a record

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I am totally normal and thinking about how getting caught in the infinite tsukuyomi is like rera’s first time realising what she actually wants from life and it fucks her up for a while because oh no she is a person with desires and isn’t going through the motions like she spent years thinking she was

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

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"It's...you know...when he looks away!" A hushed whisper, the shyness apparent in her tone. Public displays of affection weren't alien to her, she'd. But that's the problem, isn't it? It's not really a public display of affection when there's only one member of the public around. If it weren't for their little bystander, it'd have been easy to kiss Shisui without a second thought. Instead, Rera melts into his touch, her cheeks turning warm. She lived for the little touches, the small gestures that made them seem normal, a perfectly ordinary couple in perfectly ordinary circumstances.

"Then let it remain with the village. They knew what would happen when they..." she trails off. The village knew what they would be inviting into their territory when it was decided that Shisui would live. She's unaware of the situation, all she knows is that he turned up one day. Someone she'd written off as practically dead, back from the grave and closer than ever. Ok, she knows more than that, but the internal politics of it all are lost to her. She’s a teacher and a loyal shinobi, it’s never been up to her to question the thoughts of those who make decisions.

Yet he tells the story any way and Rera can’t hide the concern in her eyes or the frown on her face. There’s an urge to tell him to be more careful, admonish him. Seeing her isn’t worth his life or any kind of pain, whether he feels it’s deserved or not. She should hate him, turn away from him but it’s hard to do that when she’s cared for him for longer than she can remember. But what’s the point? It’s impossible to change one’s nature. “The moment that jutsu was broken it would’ve been easier for your bodyguard to kill you, in anyone’s eyes you were a liability the moment that happened.” Like a wild animal in a cage, she could only imagine the moment he had been freed from the jutsu. The freedom, the excitement and the trepidation all at once. “But maybe that was the collateral.”

She took a quick sip of her tea, not quite as enjoyable as the coffee she preferred but a caffeine rush wasn’t what needed right now. The teacher nodded intently, missions lasting a while weren’t new to her. But it was strange to have been the one unknowingly waiting around. A slight smile played on her face briefly, perhaps he’d grown fonder of Toshizo than he’d cared to admit. Or perhaps it was all pragmatic. That eye of his was valuable, best to eliminate whoever actively sought to take it. It sent a message to anyone else who wished to try.

"Ah, I see. Clearly not the most intelligent lot then, you'd know it was a trap, you wouldn't have fallen for it." A soft tone as she trails her fingers across his wrists, rubbing small, soothing circles into his skin. She's not sure if she believes her own words. The other plan was better. There's a cynical part of her who thinks it's better he has the excuse of self-defence, less suspicion, less doubt of his intentions.

He pouted when she said she wouldn't kiss him. "Not now? When then?" That annoying Toshizo wouldn’t move anytime soon. He turned to glare at Toshizo, who just shrugged; this was not his idea. But when she touched him, nothing else mattered. Her fingers brushing against his skin left a tingling warmth, just as it always did as if it were the first time. She was the light in his darkness, guiding him and pulling him out of his hell. She had his full attention; he was hers. If anyone could control him and calm him, it was her. He looked into her eyes, his palm rubbing her cheek, his fingers sinking into her hair.

"Probably not. I wouldn't even share that information because it's a matter that needs to be resolved in this village. An old grudge has been reignited by the discovery that there is still a living Uchiha. Normally, I would never discuss a mission, and my guard dog wouldn't allow it either. As you know, missions are kept secret. I was once part of the Anbu; it feels like it was in another life."He sighed, taking her hand between his palms, toying with it while talking and drinking tea.

"One moment I was walking toward your shop and the next I was attacked by five shinobi who claimed that they are taking revenge for killing Sasuke. Full of pride and all alone I grinned to their faces drawing my sword. Pretty bad idea when my own blood my own body was shackled with this jutsu." He empathed his story by touching black brands on his wrists. Fear settled in my bones when pain bend me in half, but not fear that I will die but fear that I will never see you again. Instead of dying, I was free. The jutsu was undone. But how was that possible when this dog is still alive to follow me" He points at Toshizo. "At first I thought he undid it, but he didn't one of my opponents did. They were not Leaf nin, it was a clever ploy coming from Cloud Village. They want my eyes, they wanted my guard dog dead and me to follow them."

He placed a mug on the wooden counter. "I wasn't allowed to see you. Quickly, Leaf Nin intervened and took both me and Toshizo. Toshizo was accused of conspiring with them and promising me freedom in exchange for my eyes. We needed to prove Toshizo's innocence. We were sent on an undercover mission where I could seek my revenge and punish them for separating me from you, and for the very idea that they had first."

"Their initial plan was to abduct you and force me to come after them."

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In the end it's just you and the fear of being average.

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Someone giving me advice: Just be the bigger person

Me: I can't. Im 5'1

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Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'

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Rera taste tests the poisons she makes, just a teensy amount on the tip of her tongue. If it starts to tingle, she's got it just right. Her poisons can be tricky to counter, not because they're complicated, but because they're never precise, just based on a family recipe her father taught her.

When she went on solo tracking/hunting missions, she'd prefer to get the upper hand by poisoning her target first, if possible. If that wasn't an option? Well, bears can smell their prey from miles away; she's a survival expert, and it's not like she had anywhere else to be.

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If she hadn't returned his embrace, she would've regretted it the moment he pulled away from her. Loving Shisui felt as easy as breathing sometimes; other times, it felt like the most damning thing she'd ever done. How much were the both of them giving up for the sake of these feelings? Any chance of some regular, ordinary life that she'd one day hoped to lead flew out of the window. No matter how their story went, the ending wouldn't be happy. Something she'd made peace with when that silly childhood crush bloomed into something more.

"Good. If you didn't have the nerve, you wouldn't be the sort of person I was interested in," she shot back, eager to meet that false sense of bravado with her own. Had there been trepidation there before? Did he honestly think she'd stop caring about him after so long? Occasionally, she'll think of Shisui Uchiha as nothing more than an enigma, but Rera often feels like she knows him better than she knows herself. Did he feel the same way?

"I'm not kissing you here," the brunette stated before hastily speaking again. That hadn't quite been what she meant. "Not in front of Toshizo," an embarrassed mumble as she glanced up at him, slowly untangling herself from him, nudging his shoulder with her fist. It was impossible to stay mad at him when it was just the two...three of them. Ugh. When weren't they in front of Toshizo? If anyone had told her this was how her childhood crush would turn out, she wouldn't have believed them. She felt sorry for the man. Guarding a criminal was bad enough. Guarding an enamoured criminal who spent most of his time at a tea shop, of all places? Well, that sounded downright painful. Not that she could complain.

She pauses for a moment, taking the time to pour some tea; there's a small chance they'll get interrupted, but it's important to be comfortable, right? A deep breath, a thousand little questions are running through her head, different from the ones she'd dwelled on since the last time she saw him.

"What happened?" A good place to start. Not what she wants to know, but it's good enough. A tattooed hand reaches for his wrist, grasping it gently as she takes the time to really look at him. "Better yet, do I want to know?"

She tensed up, and his heart nearly broke. The feelings he had for her felt like a weakness—feelings he never wanted. Yet now, he lived for those moments and the chance to see her again. Nothing else mattered. In truth, he still felt like an outsider in the village, even in her café. Only in her arms did he feel at home. If he were banished from her embrace, he would have no reason to stay or obey in the village. In that case, he could die and find peace; his death would at least free Toshizo from this burdensome duty.

Shisui had always been the wolf, but today he found himself frozen in place, feeling more like a deer trying to hide from potential danger. Although only a few things could physically harm him, emotionally it was a different story. The Uchiha understood that he was a dreadful creature, especially when in his true form, which would remind others of a devil: eyes like blood and a flock of crows following him. Today, he felt like a deer in her arms.

He fought the urge to pull his hand away from her....

....but....

Her embrace comes like a relief to a drowning man before her fingers curl forming fists. He knew he was in trouble. That was good that means she still cares.

"Of course I do. If I didn't have the nerve, I wouldn't have returned after disappearing without a trace. I am Uchiha, and you are mine. I always come back for what belongs to me." His response, in a voice that masked his uncertainty and fear, seemed confident. But it was a hollow bravado for her; she understood him just as well as he understood her. She could see his heart, see through his facade. He laid himself bare before her.

“It’s really me, along with my faithful shadow behind me, as you can see. I wonder if you’ll greet me with a punch or a kiss?” He flashes his cocky, boyish grin at her. “We should probably talk while this shop is still empty.”

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When Rera says she likes her partners how she likes her coffee most people assume she means strong. And they're wrong. She means incapable of loving her back.

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Lack of Sleep Starters!

pronouns and context can be changed as you see fit.

When was the last time you actually got some rest?

Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer.

Look at you! You're spilling coffee.

You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind.

Jesus, have you been awake the entire night?

It's 4am. You need sleep.

You're safe here. You can rest now.

I promise, I'm fine. I just look tired a lot, thanks to... the tiredness.

Look, I'm okay! I've pulled all nighters before.

This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep.

I'll carry you to bed if I have to.

Do I need to baby you?

Huh? What? I'm awake, I swear!

You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down.

Go. To. Bed. That's an order.

I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.

Can I get an extra pillow / blanket?

Want me to tuck you in, too?

I'll check in on you in an hour. You'd better not have moved.

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thinking about rera's relationships with the nara clan and how she probably spent a week looking up the family tree to figure out who she was actually related to

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Rera's awful at taijutsu. Put a weapon in her hand, and the situation changes entirely, but pure hand-to-hand combat? Terrible. She's short, and she's always been better at mid to long-range fighting. But she does have incredible reflexes, honed by ducking out of the way of wayward shuriken thrown by children and catching off-target kunai flying towards some random bystander out of mid-air. She might block or dodge occasionally because of those reflexes, but the shock of not getting hit will surprise her long enough to leave an opening.

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“I can’t handle feeling like I haven’t been giving everything I could. The feeling I could have been more, better, prettier? It’s killing me.”

— t.k. (via timbllr)