#skeletonsakura

IM FIL ING CHARHGE S

&four words.

          — ; the words are sleepy, pressed soft against his shoulder. it’s still early – morning has barely begun to filter through the window, pale light slanting across the floor & bed. sakura’s arms wind warm around his waist, her chin tucked underneath his head. her hair tickles his neck where it falls against his skin. 

          sai hums, low in his throat, his arms coming up around her in return. even though autumn has brought its chill, it’s warm in their bed; his arms tighten around her, & he slips a leg through hers, tangling them both up completely. 

          ( her honesty still catches him off guard, sometimes – how easily she admits she loves him, how readily she stands by his side. ) 

for real the reason the titans haven’t won yet is bc erwin was too good looking to fight one on one

fuckckc well looks like humanity is screwed now lmao 

@zephyrric / x

*Puts him in the mabalene commercials.*(whispers) *because your worth it*

                    regrets  are  sentiments  she’s longed to disregard, though she’s never been quite                     SUCCESSFUL  at  the task. they’re private burdens, meant to weigh her down                      alone;  she  never  seeks  to  shift  the task on someone ELSE’S shoulders. the                      war  is  won   it’s  a time of new beginnings, the slate wiped clean without marks                      of the past. STILL: there were some who deserved more than simple do-overs.                      some who deserved better than silent guilt.

                                   ❝ i was always jealous of you, ❞ she tells him over tea. hands encircle                      the  porcelain  mug,  capture its warmth into her skin. ❝ no matter what anyone                      did, or said, you always  found  a way. you always seemed so sure of yourself,                      of your destiny, and your abilities. nothing could bring you down. ❞

                     she lifts her gaze from table to his own, reaches for his hand to hold. he kept                      his PROMISE to her, silly && childish though it might have been; she had                      always wished she could pay it back in kind.

                                    ❝ i should have been a better friend, lee. i hope i don’t let you down                                                                                                                             again. ❞

     he enjoys these meet-ups of theirs; every time lee is back in konoha, he makes a point to see as many people as he can, but sakura is one of the first on the list. not only does she insist a medical check-up with her own two eyes, but some time to catch up. he wonders, however, how this topic came about...

    perfectly round eyes blink, a little confused at first. jealous? someone ike sakura, jealous of him? he could laugh at the thought, but that would be rude, so he doesn’t. instead, he sets his cup of tea down, and waits for the woman to finish. 

     “that may be true. but...i will tell you a secret. for a long time, when i was younger, my drive to succeed was not for myself. which is probably why i was such a terrible student, jutsu’s aside!” he laughs at himself, “my drive was to prove everyone else w r o n g. to prove to everyone they were mistaken about me, and that underestimating me was the last thing that they would do.”

     he had been such an angry child, despite hiding it behind best intentions. he would go home at night and wish harm upon those students who laughed and feel terrible about it later. but that did not make him stronger. “i did not find out until i met gai-sensei, that i was so busy trying to prove everyone wrong, that i forgot to prove to myself that i was right! that i was strong and i could be stronger if i just believed in myself. that, i think, is the hardest part for us. we have no clan, no special jutsu’s or funny eyes!” here he even points across the table to sakura’s nose. a tender gesture. “we must find our own strength in ourselves; i finally started doing things for me instead of everyone else, and in that moment i became the strongest i had ever been!

my opinion on;

character in general: I LOVE SAKURA A LOT OKAY! I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT HER. PROBABLY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE WHOLE SERIES. ALSO MY FIRST MUSE EVER.how they play them: Because I love Sakura so much I tend to like be critical of Sakura because she is my babe and I love her. And honestly you play her so well and I love. Like when you pop into my ask (on her or Kiba) I’m like GASP quality person is bothering with me what. V good Sakura A+the mun: I don’t know mun but I’m sure you are lovely

do i;

follow them: Yeprp with them: Occasionallywant to rp with them: Yepship their character with mine: Like I could ship it with A LOT of development 

what is my;

mun’s opinion; accepting 

my opinion on;

character in general: sakura is a queen. she overcame SO much; she has so much potential and so much strength inside of her. she learned so much and grew so much and truly did blossom into a beautiful flower. how they play them: you play sakura so well. you hit everything about her: her fears, her hopes, her failings, her strengths, everything that makes sakura sakura–you have it all nailed. you write her with such feeling and such intelligence and such sympathy, and honestly it’s such an honor to write with you; i learn more and more from you every day. the mun: you are!! so good!! and i love you!! all of the praise you could possibly bestow on someone, i bestow on you. you are kind, funny, charming, empathetic, intelligent, giving, and one of my close friends, not just in the rp sphere but also out of it. i am so lucky to have met you. you brighten my day so much <3 

do i;

follow them: alwaysrp with them: always want to rp with them: literally always ship their character with mine: IT’S LITERALLY NOT LIKE THEY’RE MARRIED OR ANYTHING

what is my;

she wakes, hand outstretched, fingers grasping for the warmth of sai’s form, discomfited in the quiet: it takes her a moment to realize that sai is gone, that sai will always be gone. the bed is cold, will always be cold, and she will never see him again.

she waits a moment, gaze fixed on the indent in his pillow, as if he will magically appear, a sardonic smile in place ( and god, she’d take a thousand of his teasings if it meant he’d come home ). she can’t imagine going to sleep without being curled up against him; she can’t imagine waking up without hearing his voice, raspy from sleep, and kissing him before she leaves for work.

she can’t imagine living like this, with a grief so strong and sharp it feels like being gutted, over and over, without pause.

her arms come around her waist, and she holds herself close. they had barely gotten started, the two of them: they were supposed to have years, dozens of them. years to grow old, to have a family, to laugh at stupid jokes and make love in stupid places and to hold hands when everything else was falling apart, because at least they would have each other. years together. years for sakura to tell sai she loved him. 

now she feels as cold as the ground he sleeps in.

she closes her eyes, but the pain doesn’t fade. tears seep out, soaking the fabric underneath.

she turns to face the other side.