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Title: Chasing Starlight
Rating: G
WC: 771
Summary: Sakura copes with being left behind.
Notes: Several years ago, I was going to write a Sakura-centric fic about what happened to her during the time skip, and I started this story. It would have involved her adventures talking to comatose Jiro, and then one day he'd wake up and sort of mentor her (along with Tsunade). Then I fell into other fandoms. When I might have come back to it, TW happened to me sooooo.
I could have sworn that I posted it, but nope. I didn't, so here you go.
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Rating: G
WC: 771
Summary: Sakura copes with being left behind.
Notes: Several years ago, I was going to write a Sakura-centric fic about what happened to her during the time skip, and I started this story. It would have involved her adventures talking to comatose Jiro, and then one day he'd wake up and sort of mentor her (along with Tsunade). Then I fell into other fandoms. When I might have come back to it, TW happened to me sooooo.
I could have sworn that I posted it, but nope. I didn't, so here you go.
( Read more... )
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Well. I've done things! Stuff. I've posted 33.8k words of fic on ao3. None of it is for Naruto. I am a sham.
But I've done a bit on the apoca-fic. Yeah yeah. I know. Trust me. Three fucking years it's sat around. I want it finished more than anybody at this point. (I think I'm the only person who remembers it).
SO.
This is my ao3. I write a lot of problematic shit and rarepairs for Teen Wolf. Fight me. (No, really. Please don't. I've only ever had one fight in my comments, and that's how I learned about the magical line of acceptable and unacceptable underage).
But I've done a bit on the apoca-fic. Yeah yeah. I know. Trust me. Three fucking years it's sat around. I want it finished more than anybody at this point. (I think I'm the only person who remembers it).
SO.
This is my ao3. I write a lot of problematic shit and rarepairs for Teen Wolf. Fight me. (No, really. Please don't. I've only ever had one fight in my comments, and that's how I learned about the magical line of acceptable and unacceptable underage).
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Remember that post-apocalypse KakaSaku thing I've been trying to finish for two years? (It's not even that long).
Well. Maybe I have another idea. For another post-apocalypse story. It may or may not have things in common with The Road. It may or may not have Yamato/Tenzo.
Why am I doing this to myself? I need to actually finish something before starting new and exciting projects.
But ugh. Sakura living in the forest by herself. Sakura reuniting with a half-dead Kakashi when she's 14. (She totally manages to save his life with the barely there training she had before the world went to shit). Sakura and Kakashi find Yamato on a supply run a few years later. Kakashi is shocked and sort of happy to see someone he knows who doesn't want to kill him, so he has to talk down an over-protective, slightly feral Sakura from murdering Yamato and taking all his stuff. Maybe once Yamato is over the attempted murder, he makes them a house with beds. Then after a lot of careful circling each other and awkward attempts to express their stunted emotions, they have the happiest ever after possible in the end of the world with dwindling resources and almost no live people. But a cabin! Furniture! Ninja dogs! Threesomes!
Sweet baby Jesus. I will never finish this. I'm not even sure that I'm starting this. /despair
Why are people letting me make blog posts at 5am? I don't even know if I managed to English up there. Send help.
Well. Maybe I have another idea. For another post-apocalypse story. It may or may not have things in common with The Road. It may or may not have Yamato/Tenzo.
Why am I doing this to myself? I need to actually finish something before starting new and exciting projects.
But ugh. Sakura living in the forest by herself. Sakura reuniting with a half-dead Kakashi when she's 14. (She totally manages to save his life with the barely there training she had before the world went to shit). Sakura and Kakashi find Yamato on a supply run a few years later. Kakashi is shocked and sort of happy to see someone he knows who doesn't want to kill him, so he has to talk down an over-protective, slightly feral Sakura from murdering Yamato and taking all his stuff. Maybe once Yamato is over the attempted murder, he makes them a house with beds. Then after a lot of careful circling each other and awkward attempts to express their stunted emotions, they have the happiest ever after possible in the end of the world with dwindling resources and almost no live people. But a cabin! Furniture! Ninja dogs! Threesomes!
Sweet baby Jesus. I will never finish this. I'm not even sure that I'm starting this. /despair
Why are people letting me make blog posts at 5am? I don't even know if I managed to English up there. Send help.
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I managed about 1000 more words on the apocalypse au while listening to The Jezabels. Go me? I wonder how much of it will even be usable once I've slept and can look at it with a mostly neutral eye... (not enough of it). Looks like insomnia is good for something, at last.
Somehow I wrote a second ending to it, when I've known for months that it was going to end a particular way... now I'm not sure if I should pick one or include both. I suspect that the story will have about another 2000 words before I'm done (making it around 6k), but I could be completely wrong. I could even have a third ending by then (dear hell, I hope not).
I suspect, that one of the themes has shifted out of focus with the latest addition. I'm not sure it's entirely a bad thing, but I swear that I'm never starting another story after watching The Road. Never again. I just can't do this bleak apocalypse thing with the grimdark future. (Okay, that's a lie. I love grimdark, but I still like a happy ending).
Someone please stop me from thinking about Shisui/Hinata au or otherwise. The faint beginnings of a plot are trying to come together in the back of my head, and I don't even need that a little bit. Anything I'd write would be worthless because it would have too much in common with "Some Words on Memory" or "Spectator". Self, stop reading things that are similar to what you want to write. It's terrible for your creative process (and your self-esteem).
Also, Self. Please stop abusing the parenthetical statements.
Somehow I wrote a second ending to it, when I've known for months that it was going to end a particular way... now I'm not sure if I should pick one or include both. I suspect that the story will have about another 2000 words before I'm done (making it around 6k), but I could be completely wrong. I could even have a third ending by then (dear hell, I hope not).
I suspect, that one of the themes has shifted out of focus with the latest addition. I'm not sure it's entirely a bad thing, but I swear that I'm never starting another story after watching The Road. Never again. I just can't do this bleak apocalypse thing with the grimdark future. (Okay, that's a lie. I love grimdark, but I still like a happy ending).
Someone please stop me from thinking about Shisui/Hinata au or otherwise. The faint beginnings of a plot are trying to come together in the back of my head, and I don't even need that a little bit. Anything I'd write would be worthless because it would have too much in common with "Some Words on Memory" or "Spectator". Self, stop reading things that are similar to what you want to write. It's terrible for your creative process (and your self-esteem).
Also, Self. Please stop abusing the parenthetical statements.
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How do people start bingo communities? Or big prompt-y places?
I wish I knew. I wish I knew this because I desperately want people to write Naruto stories based on/inspired by poetry.
It's only that I was reading Pablo Neruda again last night and Naruto-verse is always in my head now... so everything was about various characters or interesting premises. I'd just... like to share that inspiration with people and see what poem X made them think of instead.
But how? I'm such a lurker what lurks at midnight. Lately, I haven't had the time or energy to talk to my friends as much as I should.
I have many fandom wishes (I'd say goals but I lack the will to carry them out). I doubt that they'll be accomplished, but that's still okay.
From Twenty Love Poems
by Pablo Neruda
translated by W.S. Merwin
XIII
Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.
In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.
I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.
I wish I knew. I wish I knew this because I desperately want people to write Naruto stories based on/inspired by poetry.
It's only that I was reading Pablo Neruda again last night and Naruto-verse is always in my head now... so everything was about various characters or interesting premises. I'd just... like to share that inspiration with people and see what poem X made them think of instead.
But how? I'm such a lurker what lurks at midnight. Lately, I haven't had the time or energy to talk to my friends as much as I should.
I have many fandom wishes (I'd say goals but I lack the will to carry them out). I doubt that they'll be accomplished, but that's still okay.
From Twenty Love Poems
by Pablo Neruda
translated by W.S. Merwin
XIII
Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.
In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.
I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.
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