#moralreflection

@moralreflection​ submitted: ( everytime I see your url I think of a frog that looks like this, just thought you needed to know lol )

Ah, how marvellous! Such large, sparkling eyes for peeping! And a tongue constantly ready to ensnare prey! Isn’t that basically all a frog is, after all? Big old eyes that stare endlessly and constant, unrelenting hunger?

“I rate this frog… 12/10!”

Passion and Purity: Love Is The More Excellent Way

Meme I’ve McFuckin’ Lost ;; Do what you want                @moralreflection

          Sniffles and wiping away the tears that totally didn't exist at all dominated the majority of his attentions. How could they not? The little old lady who they had been meant to help travel safely was, by the time of their arrival, already well deceased. Not rotting, thank the kami, but.... Obito knew her. He ran errands for her and brought her food all the time. Aikimi was one of his favourite old people to help, and she was just..... Gone. If nothing else, it at least looked like she'd slipped away during a nap in her chair. Maybe now she'd get to see her daughters again.

     "Shut up, Bakashi!!!" Over the lion's share of his tears, Obito whipped around to meet Kakashi's annoyance with a wild anger of his own. "I might cry a lot, but at least I don't have the emotional range of a rock!! For kami's sake, she's dead; doesn't that bother you?!"

     One last angry brush with his sleeve for the tears that still welled, before setting about pulling the woman's blanket up over her head. But he stopped, gaze settling on the vase of flowers he'd given her only days before... She still deserved to have them with her. As much as he could, he knocked the water from their stems against the vase itself, so he could gently place them on the crook of her arm. Hopefully, whoever took care of her from here would think to put them on her grave for him... Not that he wasn't going to bring her more anyway.

SARCASM: a sentence pack

Tobirama raised an eyebrow at his grandchild. A part of him wanted to comment that Kakashi was too young to be that sassy, but on the other hand... pot, kettle.

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      “Like I WANTED one from you, Bakashi!!!”

   Why did Rin have to have some stupid crush on this asshole?! As if it weren’t bad enough on its own, now they all had to do the unthinkable and share Valentine’s cards among each other. Minato-Sensei and Rin’s were easy -- but to say anything kind to Kakashi?? DE-SCUST-ING!!!!!!!! He was getting whichever one Obito grabbed, he wasn’t going to put in the effort to read it, and that was that.

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@moralreflection sent a lost meme for kushina !

         It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone, especially her husbands’ students, that Kushina was known to... meddle, with her husbands business. When he was nothing more than a mere academy sensei Kushina loved bringing his three students homebaked goods, dropping by to witness their growth and how their training was going. But due to a series of unfortunate events the number three dropped down to a one, and now Kushina was left being rather protective of that one remaining student. It didn’t help the fact she was nine months pregnant either.

         Perhaps it was ‘mothers intuition’, but whilst out shopping for groceries the fiery redhead could feel a set of eyes on her. Unsure if it was her little protector or someone much worse, Kushina opted to avert her path and carry the heavy grocery bags a different route, a longer route home. It wasn’t long after that when she felt the material of her dress being gently tugged, right by her hip. Quickly whipping around, she saw the small hooded figure. “Kakashi!”

         After asking why he had blown his cover, she discovered that he was worried when she took a different route home, leaving the woman to feel a bit paranoid. Giving a gentle laugh, she waves her hand dismissively, moving to rest her hand on his shoulder. “Oops, I’m a bit of an airhead sometimes, ya know?”

  He could recall bittersweet summer days, the swell of heat of the afternoons had always broke sweat upon his back when sparing, and how Obitos attacks never changed, leaving his left flank forever open. To what credit he had owed that simple fact during the 4th shinobi war. And yet, anger had coiled itself in knots among the length of his hidden brow line, creating tension that had burned his overworked nerves. For as similar as he had been to the friend he had known amongst his fleeting memories, nothing had remained of what was -- only the dream he had possessed now twisted and bent to a moral reflection that didn't fit into Obito’s original shape. Mirrored only to compliment that of Mandara.

 Forceful yet languid was a sigh that emitted itself through a nose masked as hands worked to adjust the crutch placed under his arm. Kakashi didn’t want to begin thinking of all that needed repairing or built from the destruction, desiring nothing more than to spend his remaining freedom recovering and searching for the friend concealed behind the tower of hatred that had been wrought during the years separated. Now a task he could see now was more difficult than the idea itself.

  “I will do what is needed... Shouldn’t you be more worried about what will happen to you?”, he spoke finally, the darkness of the holding cells giving off more of a sinister edge to his words than necessary. Yet, as if glowing, the uchiha eyes peered back, unblinking.

Beneath the earth; a place visited frequently in years recent for offence and defense alike -- yet in fate's funny twist of hand, it held him prisoner. Blind to the world above, nearly about, and to the whim of the village who kept him here. ( Though his suspicion had since grown with the arrival of Kakashi and the hateful glowering of the guard: it wasn't the village who opted for him to be here, no... It was Kakashi himself. An eye for an eye, indeed. )

Still... This was likely some sort of mercy. He should be grateful. Didn't the dull ache of each and every lick he'd receive in the war remind him?

Finally, eyes as dull as dying grass shifted away from the face of his captor in chief, settling upon the cracks between the bricks at his feet. "Why? Either you plan upon ending my life, or you don't."

Nothing was as it should have been. The Moon's Eye Plan was the path to a peaceful world -- that's what had been driven into him time and again by the Zetsu. How could everything he believed in have been so disgustingly wrong? Everything he'd worked for.... Would have destroyed everything he ever cared about. It wasn't meant to be like this.... And yet...

character flaws meme || Accepting

Interesting question! Gohan is a complex character for me and I’d say that his biggest flaw is excessive personal loyalty: he would risk the world and even his own life to save his friends and family. He sometimes saves strangers or enemies simply because he empathizes with them. 

Why do I say this? Well, think about it, Gohan sacrificed his left arm and almost lost his left eye when he protected Trunks from the bombing that 17&18 used to flush them out (or kill them, hopefully). Gohan, when he was a 5-year old (4 in the manga) and he jumped into danger, against someone more powerful than him (Dodoria) to save Dende who, at the time, was a complete stranger to him just because he empathized with Dende, with being a scared child in a tough situation.