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“Hooooo-wee. Is it hot t’day,” remarked Aina to herself, wiping the sweat off her brow with her thick forearm. “It’s boilin’ like a pot o’ miso soup out here.” Yes, indeed. Summer had arrived. Everything the same.

She stopped to glance inside her basket at the stack of fliers she’d drawn up for the Reptile and Amphibian Appreciation Club–RAAAC for shorthand. The sea turtles were starting to come up to the beaches to nest. The more people she could recruit to watch the nests, the more eggs could hatch into itty-bitty turtles to go back to the sea and continue the circle of life.

Plus, it would be nice to have somebody to watch the turtles with again.

For now, though, Aina reckoned a swim break was in order to refresh. She’d put up all the fliers she could around the village. But seeing as how a sizable portion of her neighbors were ninjas who spent most of their time outside the village, she figured she ought to spread some fliers around beyond its walls, as well.

Ah, the old creek. At her own leisurely pace, she placed her basket next to a log and proceeded to take off her clothes and fold them in a stack. In general, one should wait until they are alone to disrobe. Or at least, that’s what she’d been taught. To be fair, she’d had no reason to question it.

That was not to say she would mind being naked around another person. After all, it was one of the most natural states a person could be in. She and Mama and Papa used to do this together all the time in the summer.

Humming a tune, she waded into the cool, gentle, downward-flowing current before taking a seat on the soft bank lining the bottom. “Ahhhhh,” she sighed, pausing to let her skin get accustomed to the chill of the stream washing over it.

But as luck would have it, she was not as alone as she’d initially thought.

Through the murk and stream came a disruption of flow-a figure of black and porcelain who rose as a crocodile from the depths from behind her seated form. Water cascaded as soundlessly as he moved. To see this person would prove undeniable to his existence, to feel him would prove even more. 

His gentle hand placed itself across the dip of her bare shoulder to the lull of a tittering laugh.

“Come to join me?”

A bathe beyond the walls (lurking for something larger, to be sure) brought a guest for what was to be a first while he attended, and he had touched foot all along this body of water. And here Orochimaru was starting to feeling lonely. That thought nearly pushed his soft smile into something vicious. 

This woman seemed to exhibit no sensory abilities, though the serpent could taste her chakara essence. A shinobi rat of the Leaf? Perhaps. In that case, a toxic bite and push under the water would do. Something else lingered for a different explanation of her, however, and that something led him to rather interesting discoveries. But whether that was useful or no, he could not say. Not yet. 

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I don’t know if anyone is around that is from (my) golden age on tumblr, but I figure that some people may still not know. I just found out yesterday at work. Tobi (tobiisabadboy, shadowingthemoon/shinobiofwar) committed suicide on July 19th. Her batman friends made her a memorial blog. Her facebook is here. 

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Imagine if Orochimaru was successful in taking Itachi’s body. And he just FLIPS his shit because…

“This shit is BROKEN AF” He’s coughing up blood EVERYWHERE. He’s nearly BLIND. He has ZERO energy and gets fatigued easily because Itachi is in pretty shitty shape from his disease. 

Instead of hundreds of jutsus he was hoping to glean off Itachi’s eyes there’s just HUNDREDS of memories of Itachi eating dango at cafes.

Orochimaru would be suffering so badly lmao. Imagine him just laying in bed thinking “At least that blur of a cafe I never even visited is nice”

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“I believed you. I trusted you. I shouldn’t have.”

Dark RP Starters (Not Accepting)

“You wound me.” And yet not a single part of him seemed to recoil with the notion pain. Rather, the promise of something darker crept into the shadows of his sockets. A sharpness cut into the creases of hardened eyes. 

“I am truely sorry to hear that your faith no longer rests with me, Tsunade. But if you no longer place your trust in me, then you’re choosing to stand against me?”

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Oro, honey, your outfit is absolutely dreadful. It clashes with your complexion, and that bow... Tsk tsk. That jacket you wore during the Chuunin Exams was /so/ much better.

He cares little for the advice of others, particularly in regards to his person. Though it was an opinion worth turning over for its entertainment value, and perhaps the gall of the person who dared say such a thing to him. Orochimaru was, in fact, rather fond of the outfit’s appearance, and wear, the balance it carried upon his form and the unmistakable silhouette it would cast. When you see any part of this outfit, you’d know instantly to whom it belonged.

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leave pls

sits

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what the fuck was this chapter

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This has been the closest thing to an explanation for Orochimaru’s powerset in the entire franchise.

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Badass

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It’s really only a matter of time…

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SCREAMS LOUDER THAN ACTUAL LIFE

super sorry about the absence guys, I’ve been super busy with life.

anyhoozle this is a commission sketch for the fierce and lovely danna who wanted me to draw orochimaru.

I promise i haven’t forgotten about my palette thinggies and i will get to them as soon as I can. 

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shoutout to this blog who is such an amazing Orochimaru. She gives her muse proper justice and her writing style is beautiful. 

— Anonymous

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"You don't control me." (XD Hai *randomly throws starter line at you*)

Oh how they could strain and spit against him. It was useless to defy, though some did try as hard as they may. And he liked to see them struggle. Easy prey did little to water his appetite, and he did not bother to keep around trophies without merit. 

She tried. She fought and raged within the splendor of her youth the pointless battle between a snake and his sights. The bite was inevitable; the venom, her fate. Saten would give in of her own will or suffocate under his own. There was nothing else.

“No,” he agreed. “Not yet.”

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Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after, And the poetry he invented was easy to understand; He knew human folly like the back of his hand, And was greatly interested in armies and fleets; When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

Epitaph on a Tyrant, hm? How fitting.

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rolls my url at you

–IF WE’RE MUTUALS, SEND ME A URL AND I’LL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING (Not Accepting)

Reason why you follow them: I saw them playing with other people on my dash and had previous, fantastic experiences with a pair of AU Obitos. I was thrilled. No regrets. 

Your favourite thread of theirs: Their Obito and my OC Jin, It just started but their interactions so far have given me chills.

A roleplayer you enjoy their interactions with : ME idevenfc

A thing you like about their character: She’s original!!! I have such an adoration with OCs and AU Canon characters like plz take me to snurch. Also Obito looks amazing female k plz thank;

Do you interact? Why/why not? we do because we’re both boss ass bitches but we need to play even more because we’re cool like that.

RATE

Writing uh / okay / likable / awesome / ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ/ GOD LIKE Characteruh / okay / likable / awesome / ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ / ＧＯＤ ＬＩＫＥ Theme uh / okay / likable / awesome / ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ / GOD LIKE Mun uh / okay / likable / awesome / ＰＥＲＦＥＣＴ / ＧＯＤ ＬＩＫＥ

We should… ＴＡＬＫ ＯＯＣ / ＰＬＯＴ / ＲＯＬＥＰＬＡＹ / ＢＥＣＡＭＥ ＢＦＦＳ. Plots I’d be interested in doing: i wanna explore ur character so much for myself. we should do alot of things. pychological shit. crack. violence. things i cant fathom rn. let’s do it.

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how could anyone love someone as broken as myself? have you seen my tarnished soul?  my heart is ruined and a mess. it hasn’t been beating properly in quite some time. loving me is like LOVING a disaster. i’m d e s t r o y e d.