Doing A Lil Gaming, Working On The About Page, And Making A Lil List Of Tropes To Write Headcanons Etc

going a little slow with this but about halfway done!

ive got a very basic google doc im organizing all of my about stuff into...then ill grab a template and make it pretty

please do be understanding in that ill have to fill things in as i watch the rest of it and i would love help developing things as i go with my rp partnersssss :)

                         Ｅ Ｘ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｉ Ｅ Ｎ Ｃ Ｅ ：                               that most brutal of teachers.                                    BUT YOU LEARN,                            my God do you learn.

I like saying "I'll allow it" only in contexts where I have no power or authority

I’m doing a little traveling so replies (all of like the one I owe) may be a bit slow but I’m around c:

How old was Chiari when Itachi killed off the Uchiha clan?

So I had to phone a friend for this one since I can't actively search timelines to figure this out and still effectively dodge spoilers.

I think about 20-21, since I've sat her at about 26 for part I which is what I am still currently watching.

Feel free to tell me if I have bad math here.

still traveling through Monday

May get to my singular reply before then lol

We will seeeee

I will probably reblog some memes though

I would not survive a vibe check right now

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” (Kakashi Hatake)

The voice in the dark apartment startles her and while she doesn't flinch, it sends a chill down her spine. Chiari turns as if in slow motion, releasing her grip on the window she'd been about to close. She's internally cursing herself for not having evaluated this well enough; she had been certain this apartment was vacant, or at least its occupant had been absent for some time.

Biiig miscalculation, she chides herself, turning, hands up in mock surrender toward the source of the voice. It seems to click that his words were not 'what are you doing in my home?' or something akin to that, and she spares a very hasty glance down.

Well, he's not wrong, she thinks noting that the hastily bandaged gash on her arm has bled through the gauze and was leaving a splattering of dark droplets on the carpet.

"Uh... sorry?" she offers an apologetic smile and takes a small step backward toward the window she had entered through.

here comes the memory i thought i had successfully suppressed

“It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how and when you die that’s written on this accidentally declassified government document.”

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