#sarcasm-muses

[ closed starter for @sarcasm-muses ]

The Summit had failed. Despite the offer of power to the other villages, despite the willingness to share what prosperity there was to be had, peace seemed, once again, an impossible dream.

Or maybe it had never ceased to be that, and Hashirama had lived the last years of his life caught up in an illusion. Konohagakure was still not free of the struggle of violence, still did not have a future that would see no death come at the hands of men and their quarrels.

Was it all a fruitless toil, after all?

Had he been right about the nature of shinobi, of mankind? Madara was long dead, but not forgotten. He haunted Hashirama’s every decision, questioned his approach to this terrible war, argued with every other voice that influenced Hashirama’s thinking. A terrible, cursed memory of someone who, after all, may have been right about the world.

But he couldn’t surrender to that depressing notion. He was needed, still. Hashirama had so hoped to pass on the mantle of Hokage by now, to Tobirama who was every bit as capable as he. And perhaps, more realistic, too.

His brother, who still stood by his side after all these years. The one who would follow him into battle on this very day. 

His brother, who was waiting for him to lead the way, as always.

Who’s up for headcanons?

Oh man, Red isn’t a flirt at all, mostly just an awkward dude who blushes if someone he finds attractive even looks at him. Sometimes he can’t get himself to talk or look in their dirrection he’s so shy. It would most likely be like this:

“…….u-um…h-h…h-hi….m-my name is…i-is….”

“……R…Re….”

“I-I’m sorry I gotta be somewhere!”

And then he runs off, slipping on his own two feet, then feel so shy and embarrassed he won’t get off the ground and just wait for the attractive person to leave.

“They all seem so talented this year...”

Any other teacher might’ve been excited, but she’s aware of just how easy it is to be overwhelmed once a child is acknowledged as being exceptional. She’d been exceptional once, and now all she was was a disappointment, wasted potential. It didn’t matter if Kagura was content if her abilities weren’t being used to best suit the village. 

@sarcasm-muses

Questions for the Mun! [Accepting] 

1.What made you decide to roleplay this muse? 

// THESE TWO BABEY

TBH it was @soulchased / @timecapscle who convinced me to pick him up, so we could go forth with these two. While they may no longer be as active, and we may have gone out of touch with each other. I can’t thank them enough for dragging me into the pokerpc, for helping me flesh Morty’s character out, and drag me into one heck of a shipping hell that I love to this day and cherish a lot!

Love me some good old Sac.redshipping <3

I hope they are doing fine and are safe! I miss having them around! And Morty sure misses his main buddy/bf around.

2.Do you roleplay other muses? 

// Not counting the AU versions of my muses?

I write 8 other muses fam!

3.Are there other characters you’re interested in rping or wish to? 

// Okay I admit. I do sometimes miss the CV rp fandom, meaning I sometimes feel like bringing my Richter Belmont muse back to life- especially with Smash being around the corner.

But then I look at everyone else, and my 9 muses. I immediately go:

6.Other characters/muns you’re interested in roleplaying with?

// There are obviously my rping partners who we are always writing with each other!

Angst Drabble Prompts // @sarcasm-muses

She blinked, her whole body freezing for a second before turning and facing them... Was she... was she going to be alone again? It sounded final, like a goodbye. Another goodbye. Tsunade could feel her heart twisting, turning, getting ready to shatter once again. This time though it would be a familiar lost, yet still a lost.

He wasn’t really expecting anyone here at the old training grounds, but…

It’s a feeling that’s rather unfamiliar. He feels a lot like prey, like he’s being surrounded. And looking to the trees, Shisui can’t see anything. Except when he turns his Sharingan on…

He’d approached the other person, kunai in hand, fully intent on demanding an answer out of them—only to gawk in surprise and bewilderment.

“What…?” The Second Hokage? Wasn’t the man supposed to be dead a long time ago? He would’ve chalked it up to someone playing a prank on him with a henge, but he’d seen through with the Sharingan that it most certainly wasn’t someone using the transformation jutsu.

…What the heck is going on…?

He’s gripping that kunai all the more tighter now.