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SasuHina Month 2017: Day 1

giada-luna:

SasuHina month 2017, Day 1 prompt: Trampoline.

**Inspired by @szajnie​’s Cheerleader!Hinata/Bad Boy!Sasuke AU art. (If some how you don’t know this artist/writer go find her on Tumblr and AO3, she is awesome! She’s also on FFN as Fairheartstrife) 

I don’t really write high school, so this is a University setting.

Word Count: 2.9K
Read it as part of my Golden Ratio collection on FFN or AO3

Trampoline

“Can you believe this?” Naruto asked, rubbing his hands in excitement. “Free pass – free pass – to watch girls on trampolines.”

“You are an idiot,” Sasuke muttered, looking around the university’s gymnastic facility, noting the exits, and mentally plotting multiple escape routes.

“Relax.” Naruto nudged his shoulder. “No one will know you here. You can go back to being antisocial and ‘I-hate-everything-because-I’m-a-badass’ Sasuke in like, fifteen minutes.”

“Why are we here again?”

“What, besides the girls and the trampolines?”

Sasuke narrowed his eyes at him.

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Olympic sasuhina babes. Read. It.

matchaball:

jesuisunjardin:

Jeanne d’Arc as ladybug based on Thomas Astruc’s design 🙂

Started as another painting practice but it was so much fun I went a bit overboard. 

[ AO3 ]

It begins in a garden.

It’s beautiful, she’s been told. A place where trees grow up and out in logarithmic spirals, ringed by leaves that remain forever green. Crowned with clusters of fruit, sweet and succulent and rich, from which all taste thereafter is only but an echo of. Nestled with seeds slumbering in the fertile ground, of which galaxies, planets, suns, worlds will grow from. Populated with flowers who unfurl their hands to open up their hearts, revealing sleeping stars resting in their nurseries.  

It is the garden of creation, the garden everlasting.

When a sword is placed onto Uriel’s hands, when she is stationed to guard the closed and locked gate, she knows she will never see it.

Good luck, sister, Michael murmurs as he kisses her brow. Uriel watches him march back to war, his wings heavy with grief and stained with the blood of their brothers.

It’s not right, she wants to say, for Michael has only ever known how to love.

But it’s not her place, so Uriel says nothing at all.

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Just read it. Doesn’t matter what fandom you are from. Elegant beautiful writing needs no fandom background. Read it.

this is a fandom psa

niuniente:

purge-that-urge-rhackathon:

ledgem:

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(Screenshot taken from a random fic in a random fandom. neither matter because it’s the same everywhere you look right now)

dear fandom,

what. the fuck. are you doing?

these numbers are even worse when you consider that half of the comments are from the author themselves, thanking the precious few people who took the time to leave them comments. if you are looking at these numbers and not seeing anything wrong, then congratulations! you’re (probably) part of the problem.

“but hey,” I can hear you calling, “I leave the author kudos, what about that!?”

okay. let me be frank with you. a kudos is the press of a button. it takes you less than a second. it is nothing. it is nothing, because it tells the author nothing. (the author tried out a new kink, did you enjoy their take on it? they revealed a plot twist that has been hinted at for a couple of chapters, did you guess at it or were you taken completely by surprise? they wrote a rare pair, had you considered this pairing before? did they maybe even convert you to this ship with their fic? the author tried their hand at a rather sensitive/dark/etc topic, did it resonate with you? the slowburn finally turned into a full on burn, was it worth the wait? was it good for you? so on and so on.)

I’m actually struggling to find a fitting simile here…. a kudos is basically the equivalent of a shoulder shrug and the sound “eh”.

authors spend hours, weeks, months, years working on these fics so you can read and enjoy them. and you’re telling me you don’t even have 5 seconds to tell the author a simple “I enjoyed this, thanks!”? does this free, versatile, free, heart-wrenching, free, mind-blowing, free, seemingly endless well of free escapism mean so little to you?

and yes, in case you’re wondering, the same goes for likes on tumblr. a like tells the creator nothing. a reblog on the other hand is you going, “hey guys, look at this cool art/fic/moodset/mixtape/etc I found!”, and gives the creator a chance at even more feedback on their works! same goes for tags, and of course comments.

I’m not posting this as a writer. I haven’t written a thing in over half a year. this is coming from a fandom grandma who knows how fandom used to be.
and who can guess how fandom will be if this ugly trend continues; especially if you continue to leave the stage to antis/haters and trolls. the only voices creators are reliably hearing right now are the negative ones. you reap what you sow, fandom.

no new content in your favourite tags. zero fics for the latest action blockbuster even though the movie has already been out for over a week. abandoned and deleted works. fandoms that shrink and shrink and vanish; maybe long before you ever have the chance to immerse yourself in them.

and it will be nothing less than you deserve.

Let’s just repeat that again folks:

the only voices creators are reliably hearing right now are the negative ones.

Feedback is so so freakin’ important. Especially if you consider the positive-to-negative ratio and how many positive comments it takes to make up for one negative. Lack of response is just as bad as negativity, especially taking into consideration those stats like above.

I have had people LITERALLY APOLOGIZING ME FOR WRITING A REVIEW/COMMENT.

W.H.Y.????????

I love to hear from you. I need to hear from you. Like said in the original post; kudos are wordless. They basically mean nothing compared to the reviews. I wonder every time when I get a new kudos that what made the reader press it; did they like how the fic started? Are they fan of the fic setting, the pair, the world, the theme? Was there a situation they enjoyed a lot and thus they pressed the kudos? Was there a dialogue which they liked a lot? Is the suspense reason for the kudos? Or the text type, how it’s written, its visuals and/or grammar? Or are they curious and like to press kudos on each fic which piques their curiosity? Did they like the length of the chapter or the fact the fic keeps updating regularly? Was there something which delighted them? Or did something unexpected happen?

I can’t underline this enough; KUDOS = VOICELESS, like thumps up and that’s it while from the author’s point of a view it looks like you stroll across the fic, show them thumps up and then what? Continue reading it? Stay a little longer? Stroll forward? I don’t know, we don’t know. We just stand back turned to the readers and hear someone yelling us “They gave you kudos” without any further information of why it was given and what the reader does afterwards.

Commenting is not bothering anyone, stupid, useless, not too much of a text, not too little of the text. It’s a personal message for a creator. It keeps them fueled.

The number one reason in 90% of the cases when a fic/comic/original story doesn’t continue is because the lack of feedback disheartened the creator.

EDIT: I noticed from the tags someone saying that if you don’t know what to comment, you can just copy-paste your fave moment from the chapter/fic and say you liked that part the best. Easy, personal and definitely tells a lot for the author. 

….I’ll just… quietly leave this here….

Grief | SasuHina

zyllah:

Sasuke supposed he was curious.

But it didn’t help that Naruto basically pushed him into finding out who was responsible for the flowers on Itachi’s grave. Someone was leaving behind a posy of white tulips every Sunday.

Sasuke suspected random villagers wanting to pay their respects to his brother after word spread of his sacrifices for Konoha.

It never crossed his mind that it could be Hyuuga Hinata.

But there she was at the memorial park, kneeling in front of Itachi’s cemetery plot. A familiar bouquet of tulips arranged carefully beside the marble stone.

He observed her from afar, his shoulders resting against a tree trunk, hands inside his pockets. He concealed his chakra, not wanting to let her know of his presence.

The urge to reach her grew stronger as he saw her lips move, a slight flush covering her pale cheeks.

He inhaled sharply, his jaw clenched, his hands trembling with repressed anger. An anger that had been sizzling and boiling for two weeks now, two weeks since he returned to Konoha and found out about the flowers on his brother’s gravesite.

How can she empathize with Itachi when she was nothing but a spoiled sheltered princess?

It was when he caught a genuine smile on her face that his annoyance was complete and for the first time, he felt something more than a distant curiosity towards the heiress.

His feet moved on its own, his sharingan activated unknowingly when a hand grabbed on his shoulder, a familiar faint of chakra seeping into his skin. “I know I’ll found you here.”

Naruto appeared in his peripheral, his cerulean blue eyes softening at the sight of the Hyuuga heiress. A long silence passed before Sasuke heard him speak. “She brings tulips to Itachi’s grave every Sunday since the Fourth Shinobi War.”

Sasuke stood motionless, totally stunned with what he just heard.

“Why?”

Naruto carefully chose his words and looked at his friend thoughtfully. “She lost a brother too,” Sasuke heard the quiver in his best friend’s voice. “Neji died protecting us.”

No words were spoken but the Naruto saw understanding reflected in those sharingan eyes.

Sasuke felt a soft and warm feeling in his chest, a sensation so foreign to him. Hyuuga Hinata was an anomaly; a beautiful, haphazard broken thing unknowingly worming her way on the walls he had built.

“Is that why you led me here?”

Naruto shrugged, smiling sheepishly, “I guess I wanted to help both of you. I may not understand your pain but I know someone like her would. Someone who’s grieving just like you,” he continued softly.

Sasuke stood in silence, his eyes continuing to follow her every movement until she left.

A week later, Hinata found a bouquet of lavender roses and white lilies beside the rich grey of marble on Neji’s tombstone.

“Might be Hanabi…,” Hinata whispered to herself but then she noticed a similar looking set of flowers a few steps to her left on the grave of a beloved brother.

Taking a deep breath, Hinata closed her eyes. A single drop of grief broke free from the corner of her eye, the rest following in an unbroken stream. She dried her tears with the sleeves of her shirt, her lips turning up into a smile and a wash of emotions settling over her heart.

“Thank you, Sasuke.”

A/N: I’m thinking of expanding this story into a multi-chaptered fanfiction. I’ve always wanted to write a PostWar SasuHina fic. Let’s see where my imagination goes.

My askbox is open for SasuHina prompts! Just drop me a line. 🙂 

Hope you like it.

Zyllah

Sasuhina post war- really sweet 🙂

In a sky star-pricked and brooding she watched the sailing shift of the comet searing towards the soil below.

Eyes blessed with the sharpness of a predator traced it’s descent until the limbs were visible within the flames, until the agony was tangible through the fall.

The wings would be charred black by the inferno of being born into the middle lands. It would take many more of their elegant curves to have the same potency as their pearl counterparts but no matter. After 100 years of waiting for the fall of a star one could not be picky about the details.

“Young. And with a heart full of darkness I fear.” Her voice broke the stillness of their souls poised to the trajectory of the heavenly body ripping through the navy sheet of the clouds.

“At least we will not need to feel guilt for slaying him to take his marrow then.” Her sister’s smile graced her face like a blood stain in the dimness and Hinata breathed in hard.

Twirling the glaive expertly above her head to cut the air and disperse the glowing dragonmoths intent on their blood she sighed, tucking the heavy weapon under her arm, close to her side next to heart.

“Ready to hunt?” Hanabi stood, gathering with slow careful breaths the energy from the earth below.

Behind her the fallen star exploded into being in sparks of crimson and indigo, trembling the long lemon grass and making the smell of earth and citrus rise around them.

Swallowing hard Hinata nodded, poised to release the coil of tension in her body. Still smiling her sister unsheathed the elbow blades at either hip, the metal settling to her forearms in a comfortable anticipatory clink.

“For our glory.” Hanabi prayed.
“And those of the Hawk Eyed Blood.” Hinata countered.

With a breath they shot into the darkness of the swaying trees where the smoldering angel had fallen, their bodies cutting through the grass- raptors aimed to slaughter.

Hyuuga / Uchiha fantasy AU.

Bleeding Out

I should be writing one of the five on going fics I have but I’m not. I’m just not. No excuses. Just… that’s life.
*****

Ita-Hina
I have no plot. 
I make no excuses, there’s some serious OOC i think. Maybe? I dunno. 
May or may not continue this. Probably not. Not sure. I just needed space in my head. 
Inky

They sent her out for him alone as a test of her worthiness. Or at least that’s what she understood. She had been proving herself to the clan since she could walk and so it came as no surprise that a mission otherwise regarded as suicide would be given to her as though it were a thing wrapped in a silk bow. The smiles of her elders were coy, their eyes twinkling. It was practically Christmas at the Hyuuga Main House. 

She wasn’t sure what was the cause of cheer, her imminent death or perhaps the capture of a notorious S-ranked Criminal no one had yet to bring to justice by the hands of the Hyuuga Heiress. 

To be perfectly frank, she was fairly certain the first of the options was what had the men in her family all sparkly eyed. She had realized long ago that her worth was almost doubled if she died out in the battlefield in some tragic way. After all, that would leave room for the true muscle of the family, Hanabi to take the reigns, it would in-debt the village to the clan, it would give the clan cause to do some rather unsavory things as retribution to those who felled their Hime. Their Princess. Their sacrifice. 

Regardless, with a grim set to her jaw she had taken her orders and prepared for her mission, feeling the dryness of her throat and tongue inside her head like a bad omen of things to come. 

Anbu had been unsuccessful in bringing back the nightmarish Itachi, a whole clan had fallen to his hands at the tender age of 13 and yet here she was, single solitary Hinata Hyuuga, out on a mission to bring him back. No team, no back up. Just the endless black of an abyss before her in the onyx eyes of the murdering Uchiha.

“This is madness.” Neji’s voice had been shaking, his lips pale, his eyes wide. The stoic facade could not hide his terror. “How could they possibly think you-”

“I will do as requested.” Hinata murmured. “Perhaps, if I am lucky he will not kill me.” She lowered her head busying herself with her gear, although all of it looked like play things when the task at hand was really in her mind’s eye. What good were kunai against a tidal wave of Mangekyou? What was the point of exploding tags against nightmares killing her inside?

“But Hinata-”

Raising her pearl eyes to his reflective gaze his Hime smiled sadly, donning her pack onto her shoulder with tired slow movements. “What choice do I have, Neji-nii? What choice?” 

With the blood coursing through their veins, he knew there was none. 

When she finally found him it came as a shock. Like looking for a needle fallen on a carpet she had spread herself thin, her palms tracing over the smooth fabric expecting the prick of pain and finding nothing for months. 

And then all of a sudden there he was, a sharp point of pain and the first drops of blood that were soon to be followed by a torrent. 

He was still, several kilometers away, and even from a distance she could see the beat of his heart had slowed down to nearly nothing. Chakra flowed in odd twists and turns within his limbs and torso. When the rain began to fall she moved. 

Tsunade had been apologetic as she exited the village, her eyes searching her face before she donned the porcelain mask to hide her face. “Anbu are chosen for their skills not their rank, but I know your heart is not in this mission, or likely any I could use you for. For that I am sorry.” 

Hinata had held the mask in her hands, the feral face of a panther stared back at her with cut out unseeing eyes and she sighed deeply. “I am here to serve my Hokage, to protect my village, to bring honor to my clan.” Raising the pale gaze so prized by many she whispered. “I am honored you think me worthy of this mission.” 

The blonde smiled then as Hinata placed the mask on her face, the bite of the tattoo that had branded her still stung on her arm. 

“I chose you because you can say things like that with a straight face I almost believed. You think you’ll die… I think you may actually complete this and come back to us.” 

Behind the mask it was even easier still to lie and so Hinata had done so. “I trust the judgement of my mentor and Hokage, Tsunade-sama. I will see you soon.”

Her skills were a strange set, the main of which were her eyes of course and their ability to see far ahead, so far ahead that any sense of surprise should be neutralized. She was also an expert at covert missions, her skills not prized in head on battles were essential in the real espionage that gathered intel. And the last but not least of her credentials for this task…she was angelic. 

That was the thing that had her where she was, in the thickest forest of the Rain, where there was never a day where she wasn’t soaked to the bone and where Itachi had last been sighted. 

That one thing she had no control over was what her Hokage was betting would save her life. Something about the put together of her wide eyes, her soft features, her soft voice.

She didn’t sneak up on him but rather began walking with purposefully clumsy steps that she knew he could hear even through the fall of the rain. 

Her hands reached up and removed the panther mask, dropping it on the way, fingers undoing the gray flak jacket and tossing it aside. Sniffing deeply and getting herself in touch with her growing panic she wrapped her arm, burying the tattoo that would give her away even as she tore at the fabric of her shirt, and finally she slid a kunai over her cheek, letting it shed blood. 

Breathing slowly and carefully she kept her eyes down, bursting into the clearing and with a practiced widening of the eyes froze staring at the Uchiha whose rotating red gaze fixed itself on her. 

He took one long look, and as she stared, mouth parting open in shock he cocked his head. 

“…Hyuuga. What is a little dove like you doing out here all alone?”

What indeed?