#thyrot

                 F or an indeterminate totality of erstwhile time, there existed telltale, terror- embellishing, stories, explicitly one influential legend written within literatures if not from articulations, that was established with the sole intention of frightening the mortal young to behave themselves - to sleep through the entirety of their nights sans ill-mannered repudiation. - Involving a imperceptible and mystically otherwordly creature whose ravenous for the fear-infested flesh of children. A marauder of shadows who inhabits, intrusively so, within the confinements of one’s closet, ‘neath one’s beddings, or the corners of one’s sleeping quarters, a locality designed for utmost safety.  ----  A monstrosity of subjective darkness and horrors cohesively aggregated into an incubus nightmare notoriously identified as the Boogeyman - a spirit of dissimilar epithets. 

                      In his younger days as a citizen of Rukongai, ‘fore compulsory maturity had abruptly stricken his childhood’s imaginative wonders, his Grandmother had spoken to him of such narratives for Hitsugaya was a rowdy boy, an aggressive force who oftentimes initiated violence 'gainst others, bringing concerns back home. Having a credulous mind of unscathed obliviousness, he had believed in full her words sans deniability or questioning; gradually becoming prudent until such natures proceeded amongst battlefields. - And whilst he’s recalling such diminutive memories, a childlike constituent of his person, occupying the extensive rear of his mind, still deemed such a tale as one who withholds precision for you see, the boogeyman’s tangible appearance is evermore unseen to the naked eye and is known to prowl ‘round those he marks as facile prey- much like  the anomaly  surreptitiously, and  certainly  failing in  remaining inconspicuous, pursuing Hitsugaya’s  steps  towards his office; teal eyes peered at ...  

-gently holds his hand as they walk- from nemuri

thyrot asked: floats over to sit on her husband's lap, "are you excited to see me, or is that a gun~" A LAUGH !!! clea thinks she's hilarious

LONG   HAVE   THEY   BEEN   MARRIED,      and   yet   all   the   same   the   surprise   his   wife   brings   him   never   ceased.      they   were   simply   enjoying   each   other's   silence,         but   leave   it   to   clea   to   bring   him   back   from   the   depths   of   quiet.      while   as   interesting   as   his   book   was..      it   was   not   nearly   as   interesting   as   the   night   they   had   before.      he   was   relaxing   upon   their   beloved   couch   within   the   study      ---      skimming   a   book   on   ancient   something   or   others,      when   his   lap   was   suddenly   occupied   by   a   very   beautiful   wife.      

her   words   were   met   with   a   sharp   bark   of   a   laugh      ---      the   sorcerer's   grin   matched   with   eyes   full   of   nothing   but   adoration,      painted   the   picture   of   the   NOT   SO   INNOCENT   MAN   he   was.      without   much   thought   he'd   set   the   book   aside,      hands   moving   to   familiar   hips      ---      squeezing   enough   to   leave   his   hands   aching   from   the   pressure.      it   was   subtle   in   motion   but   he   did   shift   his   hips   ever   slightly,      removing   any   doubt   she   may   have   had   regarding   his..      enthusiac   response.      

he's an absolute asshole but i mean yeah --

even with the fact that he enjoyed having gin bifurcate hiyori all so shinji would pay attention to him, though--? because that is very much a thing that happened. 

When Hashirama had informed him of the day’s administrative necessity, the Uchiha very nearly refused the demand. Not out of cowardice or anything else so defeating, but because of the schism that had erupted between their clans just a generation ago, and he was the goddamn lynchpin, of all things. His mother had been a daughter of the main branch, of what was considered their ruling family until the leadership that came after had been outraged by his Uncle Akira’s clemency with giving his sister away to be married instead of with another clansman. Frankly, Madara hadn’t truly understood the derision. With the Uchiha’s willingness to marry in and out, they’d gained a sphere of influence in Uchinada of every clan west of the Naka River that clove the Fire Country in two, while the Senju and Uzumaki formed another front to the east along its coasts and had a stranglehold on maritime trade. 

But, that was no more. Of the scant few Hyuuga of Hisako’s stock that remained loyal to their kinswoman, his Aunt Hina had given he and his two cousins, Daisuke and Atsushi Hyuuga, consul on the matter. All before the trio departed the Uchiha compound, bizarre among the insular clans Hashirama had gathered under their wing. A few dozen Chinoike, Aburame, Inuzuka, Hagoromo--clansmen of other origins from nearly every stripe had been interwoven into the Uchiha tapestry. And to his understanding, that pissed the rest off royally. 

Bah, trivial matters. As the three of them came to the Hyuuga’s main estate, retainers saw their approach, not without sparing glowers to their traitor kinsmen who had accompanied them as they rushed inside to notify their mistress.

Maybe in another lifetime, if she were even half as good as Shinji... she could deserve to have a mother like Kirio. Someone kind, full of good humour and feed her long enough to sate the constant pangs of hunger she felt. She would almost call her 'Kaa-San...

But she doesn't. And instead, she is always, always... Hikifune-Taichou.

But she does sprint over to her beautiful taichou and briefly wonders if she were from nobility.

"Yer like a queen, Taichou!"