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CRAVING: Really wanting to write Sasuke at the moment! Preferably against a Sakura, but also willing to do so against an OC leaning into the same dynamic. INTRODUCTIONYo! Grave (they/them) here, your friendly neighborhood Uchiha cheerleader, back with a craving that just can’t be satiated...

‘I’ll relinquish one bullet — where do you want it?’

Who is Grave ~ Besides Someone With A Questionable Night Job? Yo! I’m Grave, 25, nice to meet you. I’m a gamer, of both the video and tabletop kind, with a love of RPGs. When I roll dice, I roll hot garbage, and still have loads of fun. I have a cat, who’s as spoiled as the gods of misfortune...

INTRODUCTION: Howdy! With the release of Legendary Edition (finally!), and that teaser for a new game (Liara?!), I’ve been craving a RP set in my favorite game series of all time. But before I get ahead of myself, let me introduce myself as a writer: DETAIL:First and foremost, I love detail...

Raiden cared little for his own life. It wasn’t born from a jagged, deep scar left by psychological damage, but a calculated consequence of upbringing. The most dangerous enemies were those with nothing left to lose, and when one stepped past the fear of gambling with their own skin, it...

Patience certainly wasn’t a virtue known to Raiden, and in a few precious moments, whatever little the Hatake had earned through shared outcast status and camaraderie was expelled in a single breath, worn thin to the point of non-existence. Not that such a feat was especially hard — kami know...

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The bared back, coated by dancing shadows from the flickering flames of their campfire, made Raiden’s instincts stir. With the uncertainty inching up his spine, he couldn’t help but note how easily it would be to draw his katana and strike before the half-breed could even react. The thought...

Three Hours Earlier The only sound made as Raiden descended from the tree came seconds after it was too late. His katana was already drawn from its saya, held in his left hand with practiced precision. The grove within its blade made the metal howl as it slung through air, only sparking to life...

INTRODUCTION: Yo! Grave here, looking for a craving that keeps on crawling in my skin (cue Linkin Park): Naruto! Yes, the itch never leaves. For all its flaws, plot holes, and LOLHashiramaCells, the series still has a special place in my heart. Before I get into the meat of this request, let me...

"Clearly," came Satoru's lazy, short of being snide, remark as Shiho came to the end of her tirade; certainly being held like a pup by the scruff, floundering with huffiness and indignation, made her look like anything but a lady. An animal, perhaps, foaming uselessly from the mouth. Even with...

*** Rain Country, Circa Twenty Years Ago. They did not trust him. Even with the headband that declared himself a shinobi of the Sand hidden away, the villagers regarded him with cold suspicion. He was a stranger with a chokuto on his hip, after all, walking into their market in the middle of a...

Satoru watched Kakashi's movements with the vigilance of a animal standing its territory; the weight of the sword on his lap offered comfort, because it was a guarantee. They were close, which would make for awkward use of the weapon, but its edge was freshly sharpened, and another feature of...

"An understatement," Kakashi mused, remembering the first week of the transition, during which he could have sworn he was wearing on Tsunade's de-aging jutsu enough for her rage to bring out wrinkles in her forehead. He couldn't help but chuckle, and his eyes crinkled fondly at the mention of...

His name. There was some irony in that request, causing Satoru's lips to twist into a sharp, vile smile, one that did not seem at home on the handsome, pale face, and the shadows, born from flames, flickering across his cheeks only made the expression seem more sinister; it was his own kind of...

She's not well. Without Obito's borrowed sharingan, Kakashi had lost part of his sharpened perception -- the world was no longer a finely-tuned image painted within his mind's eye -- but somethings didn't need a penetrating gaze to see, and it was easier to pick up on things he knew well, from...

The rising, morning sun, obscured by dark, thick clouds that hung above Konoha like an omen, struggled to shed a few orange and red rays through a hospital window; the rain pelleted against the glass panels in a steady rhythm, obscuring the broad black lines of the empowered seals lining its...

Walk in the shadows.

Why was he here? With his back on the cot, the cool cloth resting against his forehead, Sasuke tilted his head so his obsidian eye, and the ringed one hidden behind strands of dark hair, could watch Sakura. He didn't need his sharingan to see how the cherry blossom shook in his presence, as if...