WHAT IS THE FUCKING POINT
YOU COULD BE A FUCKING BADASS DRAGON THAT’S THE POINT
"I AM A CREATURE OF DARKNESS" "oh hey sabrina."
I guess the point is that you could shapeshift into the body you always thought you’d grow into when you were a kid
taller, shorter, slimmer, more muscular, purple hair, tattoos everywhere, tattoos nowhere,
every single shoe would fit you every single time you tried it on, every single article of clothing would fit your perfectly, all you have to do is transform slightly, you’d never run out of ‘your size’ again
and you wouldn’t have to work for it at all, and you’d never be limitted by your bone structure or something. You could just transform at will.
I don’t see how this is much of a downside
When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve
Oh man that would be so sweet. I could be an annoying fuck as an insect or something but you couldn’t kill me because everyone would know
That’s great but have you considered
~stretching to reach stuff and shrinking to fit through spaces
“When you turn into a sixty story tentacle demon and terrorize a city you want to get the credit you deserve.”
This person speaks to my soul.
Looks like he found some amazing cereal
do you ever wonder if anyone reads your blog like everyday just to check on you
Title: it’s my duty
Summary: Who knew something amazing could come out of being pulled over and running late for work?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Silver Lining
Warning(s): idk, probably some OOC on Sasuke’s part. It’s an AU with no massacre of any kind, though, so idk. Maybe he’s IC by those standards. WHY DON’T YOU JUDGE.
Comments: Inspired by hallous’s fanart of cop!Sasuke and doctor!Sakura.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Sakura muttered to herself as she heard the sirens go off in warning, and glanced at her rear-view mirror to expectedly find a cop car flashing his blue-red lights at her. Tightening her jaw, she let out a small sound of frustration before moving smoothly to the side of the curb, shifting her car in park and turning off the ignition, while she drummed her fingers against the opened window side, glancing at her watch with a stressed look.
"I’m already running late for work, and it’s Spring Break, one of the busiest times of the year—AKA, my boss is going to murder me."
Running a hand over her face, Sakura glanced in her mirror and drummed her fingers some more, biting her lip at the cop’s apparent inactivity. She knew he was probably just writing down all the information about her car as part of the usual process, but she couldn’t help wanting for him to hurry up a bit.
She had patients to treat, for god’s sake! Fearless, stupidly injured and probably very intoxicated patients, but still patients regardless!
And it’s not like I ever really speed, she thought to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose. My record is clean! I’m usually a very careful driver!
Hearing the sound of an opening door, she glanced at her mirror again and bit the inside of her cheek, thinking of what she should do. Crap, he’s coming, she thought, as she glanced back a little and saw the man approaching her window. Maybe if I make a cute face I can get away…?
Grinning secretively to herself, Sakura took a quick look at herself in the mirror, before turning to greet her to-be-victim-of-her-charms and putting on the sharpest, cutest smile she could muster—only for it to drop instantly once her eyes set on his out-of-this-world attractive face.
Mouth running dry, and stomach flipping wildly, she stared at him in distress and shattered hope of escape.
Shit, she thought, swallowing the nervous lump in her throat. He’s hot…
"License and registration," the young cop—who was probably not more than a year or two older, at most—finally spoke, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. It drove shivers down her spine.
Ino would know how to handle this… she said to herself, unable to muster the courage to even open her mouth at all. Her eyes widened as the cop’s gaze finally moved to her, likely wondering why she wasn’t saying or doing anything.
When their eyes met, her cheeks flushed madly. Ino-pig would know how to handle this—but I sure can’t!
Raising a brow, the dark haired police officer called, “Ma’am.” He took his hand out of his pocket and gestured his hand out, as if waiting for something to be handed to him. “Your license and registration, if you would.”
WHAT THE SHIT HOW THAT’S SO CUTE I CAN’T UNF.LM;OLIENJF;OIAJTAHGHHHHHH
Just…the amount of CUUUTE. and Sasuke in this story makes me just giggle and sniggle and ja;eotij;oaeitjh;oweuht i can’t <3 <3 <3
Alchemy. Because Alchemy.
TUMBLR I LOVE YOU. IT JUST DID THE THING.
You know the suggested blog thingy? IT SUGGESTED ONE OF MY FAVORITE FUCKING ARTISTS THAT I FIRST FOUND ON DEVIANTART YEARS AGO. A;LIGUOIEHGJ;OLAHNTE HAPPY
The Snow Bros : D painted for fun