#heartassault

interpretation asks -- ( accepting! )

♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?

soooo much. i think the main thing that makes my sasuke different from canon that specifically came out of rp is him being more chatty/expressive than he is in canon by far. frankly it's just like. he hates talking to people, esp annoying people, which would make super boring threads bc itd just b like. "hi sasuke" "tch." *walks off*

♢ What's your opinion on different interpretations of your muse?

not to yuck anyone elses yum but ngl other interpretations of sasuke just make me go like 👁👄👁 cuz obv my sasuke is such a specific interpretation and when people write him differently im just like. but ur wrong tho?? sorry im a genius 😔 all love tho

✍ Has new canon material ever forced you to adjust your headcanons?

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   /   👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes / from emiko   /   @heartassault​​

                            and  perhaps he  had  become too  reckless  ––––  easily  lost  within  the  actions  of  fighting,  kyojuro’s  clothing  easily  became dirty  and  unkempt  within  mere  moments of  being  out  in  the  wild.  however, when  there  was  a  gentle pat  of  her  palms  to  the  material on  his  body,  he  blinks owlishly  ––––  had  it  really gotten  that  bad?

immediately,  he  laughs  it  off  –––  following  where  her  fingers lead,  and  straightening  his  clothes.

“––––WAHAHAHA!  i  had  not  meant  for  my  clothes to  get  this  messy  –  what  would  the  other  hashira  think?”

       but does that mean she’s always relaxed in this sort of setting ? she wonders. it might be the case, but she can’t truthfully tell herself. she certainly doesn’t hold herself back in making comments towards things she sees, such as covering her mouth with a hand to hide her chuckle when she asks,  “  ah, you look really focused on your tanzaku. did you wish to win more volleyball games or something like that ?  ”

     @heartassault​ sᴀɪᴅ: ‘ bro , what are you doing ‘ 👀 / for genya // unprompted

     ❝Ah--!❞ Fuck.

         decaying flesh filled the air. a village torn to shreds by the hands of demons. they were too late to save the lives of those, but not too late to slay the monsters. their bodies begin to burn in the sun, ashes arise. the smoke coats their lungs, smoke embedded in their cloths. 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, this life. but it’s the one they choose. he approached quickly, she could hear the sound of quick foot steps before she’s taken in close. muscles tense at first, hand gripping her weapon even tighter.   “  sanemi.  ”  his name a mutter before her body falls lax, sword a clatter to the ground. it takes a moment for her to reciprocate such a touch. but she’s careful in the way she reached for him, hands grasping at the end of his once white haori.

𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔. she thinks, the way they’re left with such an aftermath to clean up / to be the only ones alive. the bodies still waiting to be buried. but before they must gather themselves. 

he’s  representing  konoha  ,  that’s  why  he  must  be     proud     ,     vigilant     and     decisive     .               (               that’s    what    the    village    elders    always    told    him               )               instead  the  leaf’s  tiger  welcomed  temari  with  a  bright  smile  outshining  the  sun  itself  .                      ❝    welcome    to    konohagakure    !!    ❞

          there's something heavy in her chest, a hollowness that settled. 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. he touched her and muscles tense, remained as such until she's able to force herself to settle again. could he tell with the absence in her gaze that her mind had pulled her else where? it weighs too heavy today.