#afckstalkermodeon

In this world, it’s either tag or be tagged. And I was tagged....by @septemberahead I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to do this ;-;

My nicknames are crazy and I have more than I should have. I’m Princess Bubblegum (shortened to “Bubble”), Crow, Rasp, and Ratel (alt. name for honey badger). They all have stories and it’s great. At a point in time, I was actually called “alpaca” ;-;

Despite loving kinks and the prospect of dating, irl I actually haven’t dated anyone and just want a goddamn cat

I actually have maladaptive daydreaming (which is thought of as a bad thing for most people but I’m actually pretty okay with it) and though I never write the stories down, there’s an entire world planned out for me to get to ;>

THEY ARE KAGE HUSBANDS 

while we’re at it have you considered the best canon ship out of 700: kakagai

Nothing but me digging deeper and deeper into a pit of angst in search of a mysterious mineral called the Feels-ite.

pfft no but for real, I just look at this show sometimes and think “what could possibly go wrong?” and something awful pops up every time and I need to draw it for science

Why would Sasori be in a kids show tho? What does he teach them??

Sasori and Sakura are strawberries teaching kids how to take care of their gardens and flowers and grow food while leading an intense rivalry with local spring vegetables Auberginmaru and Asparabuto who try to take their land even though their vegetables can’t grow on the same floor and need to be kept seperate.

It was the first day of her freshman year and Sakura couldn't believe her luck. Lack of luck, to be exact, because everything that could go wrong had gone terribly, horribly wrong. The worst part was she didn't have a single class with Ino. The best part was that the day was almost over.

It was an advanced chemistry class for her, but normal level for juniors. She had hoped Sasuke would be taking the class but anyone would've been a blessing at this point. Sakura quickly scanned the faces as she looked for a seat, but not one was familiar and there was only one seat available. It wasn't until she sat down that it became evident why.

The guy was gloomy, had that air of "don't touch me," not unlike Sasuke. Oh, if only Sasuke was taking this class with her.

Class began and, as her luck declined throughout the short time, it was revealed that their seating was now permanent and lab partners were assigned accordingly.

“Don’t expect me to do all the work, brat,” her new partner muttered. Sakura grit her teeth and clenched her fists under the table. Unbelievable.

It was going to be a long semester.

Except, it wasn’t that bad. Their little pair was significantly more productive and had better results than most of the class, with the exception of Sasuke’s older brother and a girl named Konan.

It had been twenty two days (Sakura had been counting, waiting for it to all fall apart) when something very unexpected happened.

“Wife, pass me the test tube,” Sasori said while painstakingly added drops of a solution to their experiment.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Sakura muttered, passing him the appropriate test tube. They should’ve thanked their lucky stars that she didn’t break it in her hand.

“We’re practically married,” he explained, completely unfazed. He swirled the solution and added it to the test tube.