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I know I’ve been gone a hot minute but don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about this blog and all you lovely people.Â
I have to organize endless shit for my sport and our biggest ceremonies are coming up fast, as well as I’m trying to rush a sorority chapter (don’t ask why it’s complicated). And on top of that I’m in some upper division linguistics courses and a Latin course (and honestly now I understand why Latin is a dead language).Â
And on top of that I have a job as a teacher to children. So overall, emotionally drained and very busy and apparently I’m the go-to when other people don’t have their shit together (but I don’t have my own shit together).Â
I’ve eaten nothing but instant noodles for the last five days and I feel alive.
Interview my OC about questions that has no easy answer.
1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?
2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?
3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?
4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?
5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?
6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?
7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?
8. If you could gain as much money as you want for losing a sense, would you do it?
9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?
10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?
11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?
12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?
13. Could you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?
14. What of love? Say you discover your lifelong crush on another has finally been reciprocated… but they are currently dating a family member or a dear friend the crush feels responsible to honour. Do you force the break up? Date on the side? Bottle it up forever?
15. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?
16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?
17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?
18. Have you ever done something morally wrong? If it’s morally wrong do you regret it?
19. What is more likely a thought to you – that this world is wrong or that you are wrong?
20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?
21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?
22. How do you feel about having an intimate relationship with someone you don’t love? What if they love you in return? Does that make you feel guilty?
23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?
24. How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?
25. What is more important to you? An idea of yours being used and appreciated or the credit for that idea beings yours and yours alone?
26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?
27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?
28. How long would you wait for the one you love? A year? Fifteen years? Forever? Could you honestly be loyal to an unfulfilled love?
29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?
30. Do we live in a world of parallels? Can there be no hope without grief? No happiness without suffering? Or is a utopia possible?
31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?
32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?
33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?
34. What path appeals to you more? An exciting dream that leaves you possibly penniless and alone or a drab existence where you have steady success.
35. Is every person in this world wholly unique or can they be categorized? Can they be grouped and mentally dissected? Are you just another sheep in another flock or are you the sole unique soul?
“Don’t think you can escape me.” // from the angst meme~
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Sadism, calculated sadism. Kakashi struggles in his confines, searching for some level of comfort within them. He considers dislocating his shoulder to slip out, feasibly a more ideal scenario than remaining in Orochimaru’s grasp. In the back of his mind he figures he appears hardly more than entrapped prey to the deadly sannin. As fearsome as his own reputation and abilities may be, they pale in comparison to Oto-nin’s. He’s been struggling for a while now, not devoid of rationality - but frantic for insight. The dread of the unknown as to what’s going to come of him in this situation contributes the greater portion of his stress.Â
His ability as a shinobi. His Sharingan. There’s a host of things to be gained from this unequal exchange for the Sannin.Â
Dire situations and high pressure calls for a poor attitude. “I suppose you’re happy to see me,” he bites back. His own tone is icy. “What’s there to gain from little old me?”
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She knows where her strengths lie, he’ll give her credit. Her pressing up against him in a way that inspires him to wrap his arms around her...but he resists the thought and maintains his blank fixation.
Can he compare her knowing what excites and arouses him to her knowing his weaknesses? In this case, he does. She doesn’t need to work hard to excite him either and they both know it. So he refuses to give her the satisfaction, seeing as how he’s the one who didn’t want to shift their territory from sexual to romantic. They had a compatibility in bed that left him invigorated and wanting more. But that was all he had wanted from their situation, call it heartless or him being a player or what you will.
He also knows it was a deliberate spite to him. That man on her arm who by all categorical reference, was painfully average. And he doesn’t want to give her the gratification that it worked, because it hardly worked in the way she intended. These dreadful little pokes at the idea of a relationship - it just isn’t for him. He has nothing of worth to contribute to something romantic between them. Sexual is another matter entirely. The image of her with that man backfired, as he’s come back with an instinctual stake to lay his claim and remind her why they started this to begin with. And why it should remain only this.
An arm above her head pressing into the wall, giving him mobility to slouch and bring his face closer. “You go and make me jealous and now you’re trying to seduce me. I could almost call your behavior juvenile.” His gaze doesn’t waver.
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   The usual night, the moon high in the starry sky…Sarada was at home, sleeping. Sakura, as well. He shouldn’t be proud that all the local bars knew his face so well, that they considered him a regular…they’d started giving him discounts, he came in so often.
   He should’ve taken that as a hint to cut back–
   That wasn’t about to happen.
   The low idle chatter from the patrons in the bar sounded like a faint buzz to him as he let himself space out, letting his mind numb and dull the senses. He wasn’t paying attention to who left and who came.
   When he set his glass down on the provided coaster, he felt someone sit beside him at the bar; a sudden irritation made itself known, it was almost dizzying.
   “What d’ya want.” He didn’t sound interested in his response at all.
Unconcerned with the Uchiha’s temperament, lazy eyes assuage the picture before him. Kakashi himself can be considered a bit of a barfly back in the day. A good drink after a particularly violent mission can quench his thirst, dull his wits, and push him towards a more peaceful night of sleep. Sharing drinks with comrades was a more frequent sight, though he was rare to instigate a night clinking glasses with his friends.Â
This is different. He can size up from Sasuke that he frequently contributes patronage to such establishments. That he’s comfortable in his seating at the bar.Â
“Maa - it seems cheesy but I had the idea of sharing drinks with my former student. Call me sentimental.” Without waiting for permission he takes a seat by his once pupil, pointedly circling his finger in the air to instruct the bartender to line up another round for the two of them.Â
“It’s on me.”

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Tenten had made a grave mistake on this day..Â
She had been utterly delirious with loss of blood from the attack. Her only thoughts about making it home alive to her friends and Kakashi. This wasn’t the way she had wanted it to end. It was supposed to be such a simple mission but had taken a turn for the worst. The rogues had killed time, waiting for the next crew to come in, by practicing their knife skills on her and the team. When she had heard the yells, sounds of fights ensuing she had become hopeful.Â
When she saw Kakashi? All logical thought had left her brain. She knew that while he was with his ANBU team she couldn’t address him, couldn’t go to him the way she wanted to. To seek comfort in his arms, but that didn’t stop his name from falling out of her lips. It was a knee jerk reaction as pain racked her body. And she had immediately recognized the error in her action. Eyes rounding out as she cursed herself.Â
So here she was.
His anger was a force to be reckoned with. She could barely contain the cringe, his anger had never been focused towards her. Not so strongly, and certainly not so up close and personal. Her body still ached but numbed out entirely as her eyes meet his. She wouldn’t cower away from him. This was her mistake and she was determined to make it better.. If she even could.Â
“Yes! I’m sorry damn it. I wasn’t thinking. I was delusional from the blood loss and just relieved to see you because I knew we would actually survive. It was a huge mistake and I know that. I.. I’ll fix it.” Slowly, she pushes her way off the table her face contorting in pain as she stands straight. “I know someone got away but I’ll hunt them down.”Â
If only it was going to be that simple… The rogue wouldn’t keep such information to himself and the more people he spread it to the more dangerous it became. It would have to be handled quickly and quietly.Â
“You?” Anger leaking into his other emotions. He quirks up an eyebrow, amusement contorting with his ominous expression. “This is an Anbu matter now. There’s nothing you can do now.”
His anger isn’t destructive, though explosive. It’s cold. Harsh. Merciless. And he’s laying waste in wake of a dire situation in front of his lover. Almost unperturbed, he sets his battered Anbu mask on the table, moving in her direction.Â
“Because of your mistake my identity within the Anbu has been compromised. Now that my identity is known it wont be long before intel is gathered on me. Which means that they may find out where I live and attempt an attack on this home.” His knotted up back is tense, and he rolls his shoulders for some minimal relief but finds none. Overstimulated, almost in a panic had he not felt so wrathful. He senses a storm coming, or is it just in his head? His hair standing on the back of his neck, he’s ready for the invisible dangers he forewarns.Â
One hand on the table in front of her, as if he’s blocking her path should she choose to flee. This is his lover, not his captive. But in desperate grabs to maintain control he doesn’t mind how he comes off at this time. He needs her to accept his word without insubordination right now.Â
“Pack some bags. You’re going to stay with your sensei until further notice.”
@frogprinceus –––––––– angst starter [accepting].
“Ah, Jiraiya-sama.” He speaks in a serious tone for a young boy.Â
Having entered his home through the yard, he found the sannin resting in dappled shade with papers strewn about him - notes for his books, he assumes. The boy prodigy has come with an odd request from Jiraiya today, having sought him ought for advice and wisdom a number of times before. A rather comfortable soul, Kakashi notes.Â
His expression is flat and his voice seems untroubled as he speaks, though his aura seems wavering and stormy. “I was wondering...if you could tell me about the White Fang.”
@eyugen –––––––– angst starter [accepting].
"Do you worry about the distrust around you?” Do you worry that you walk on a teetering edge?
His presence isn’t good for much, but his presence can quiet insubordination with a chilling aura. Whispers about the young Uchiha’s presence budding up every now and then, a given since the growing tension between the Uchiha Clan and Konohagakure’s administration.Â
“I’m worried that you have too much on your shoulders for one person.”
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@thcmadprofessor​ –––––––– angst starter [accepting].
He’s acting on instinct. On survival mechanisms alone. Sutures coming undone under his black garb he feels the sickening wet of blood clinging to his fabric. All energy he can guide to maintaining his strength he does so.Â
Upon encountering the stranger, he immediately assumes him to be an enemy, no restraint in his killing intent. The sharp edge of his kunai around the man’s throat before the other realizes he’s there, but the shinobi falters as he understands from the man’s silence and lack of movement that he’s been aware of Kakashi as soon as he entered his proximity.Â
He says nothing to the other man, his ice-cold menace emanating being enough to convey a message.Â
@silverfaxg –––––––– angst starter [accepting].
“Kadia, I need you to listen to me.”
His patience with his daughter is wearing thin. Irritation, bordering on anger, spiking in his low tones.Â
She’s naive, she’s sweet. She’s kind. And as he’s determined before, she’s too kind for her own good. Never would he wish for her to become hardened like him - or to experience the severity of the life he led. But he expects her to be more capable in these situations.Â
“Stop sniveling. Wipe your tears and hold your chin high. Now’s not the time to show weakness.”
He can’t be (and wont be) there for her every time she falters. His capability as a father while frequently out of the village on high-ranking missions is limited. If this harshness from him breeds resentment towards him from his daughter later on so be it. But he needs her to learn how to handle her emotions better.