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[Cloud]

Stab your nightmare killer. 8D

[Sakura Blossoms]

Stab your nightmare killer. 8D

I'm always running, ducking, and hiding in terror instead XD

[Cloud]

CALL THE GHOSTBUSTERS? D8

[Sakura Blossoms]

AND IT'S EPIK PIC TIME AGAIN!

I really like this one, because to me it gives off this Lord of the Rings-Hobbits home on the water-esque kind of feeling to me XD :3 --Click here to view--

[Cloud]

AND IT'S EPIK PIC TIME AGAIN!

I really like this one, because to me it gives off this Lord of the Rings-Hobbits home on the water-esque kind of feeling to me XD :3 --Click here to view--

Hobbits can't swim DX

At least Sam can't. :teehee:

[Recompense]

that's cuz Sam be a little too chubby.

[Denim88]

AND IT'S EPIK PIC TIME AGAIN!

I really like this one, because to me it gives off this Lord of the Rings-Hobbits home on the water-esque kind of feeling to me XD :3 --Click here to view--

Whoa, Shauna, nice picture! Where do they have houses like this though?

Personally, I don't thik I'd like living on water. I like the feeling of solid ground under me when I go to bed at night. Less chance of rolling out of bed and into the water

[peanutbutter126]

Shauna, I finished that ShikaTema oneshot~

Somehow, a little bit of angst always helps me get into the mood of writing a new pairing. Not sure if it actually works, but it's better than making something up on the spot. Thanks for helping me with the ideas - it's stimulated me into getting my lazy butt into working on my chapter. :33

Wisps --Click here to view--

Wisps


Smoking is bad for you, his mother had said disapprovingly. She was an annoying woman, he had to give her that, but she didn’t force insistence upon him, merely frowned at her son’s newfound habit, and through the thick smoke, Shikamaru would see concern vaguely disfigured in his mother’s dark eyes. He smoked only when something was bothering him, which was an austere contrast to his sensei’s inclinations.

The tobacco flowed into his system, leaving behind its mark even as he exhaled a column of grey smog. In the earlier days, he had hacked and coughed at the acrid tang. His mother was right; smoking did do him more harm than good.

So why did he still do it?

Because, for once in his life, Shikamaru Nara found it troublesome not to do something.

A tribute, some would call it. He preferred not to consider it anything at all. He knew, Chouji, Ino knew – as long as he knew as well, there was no need to call it anything at all.

Shikamaru heard the grass and the dried leaves behind him rustle. He kept his eyes on the sky and the stars that glimmered brightly against the dark blanket. He had to give her credit for finding and catching up with him so quickly, let alone find initiative to come at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, and her voice was softer than he recalled earlier when she had yelled after him on the street.

“I didn’t think you’d need me to point out that I had screwed up our first date.”

“You know what I mean.” He might have heard her click her tongue, he might not have; just like he sometimes felt his hand on his shoulder. “Your sensei’s…” Her voice trailed off there, uncomfortable. Shikamaru had trouble picturing Temari of the Sand uncomfortable in any situation, and that was what compelled him to tilt his head back and glance up at her face.

Her eyes, dark pools of concern, gazed back down at him. Then she blinked, and the emotion was gone, banished, replaced by familiar annoyance. She nudged him over and stretched out on the grass beside him. “You should have told me it was your sensei’s anniversary.”

He grunted. “What difference would it have made?”

“None.”

“Exactly.”

He heard her take a deep breath. Another glance told him she had closed her eyes for a brief moment. “I don’t even know why I try,” she admitted. Eyes opened to meet his, and she was frowning. Like his mother, but different, somehow. “You ran out on our first date, you’re an ass… but I care that you’re upset and I’m hurt that you didn’t think to share that burden with me.”

He turned away, puffing lazily at the cigarette. Was this really the girl who had consistently bossed and beaten him around these past years? Not really. At the moment, Temari resembled more of the young woman Shikamaru had bothered to ask for a date. They had agreed that it was just something new, an experiment to see if it would work out. But it hadn’t worked out, had it? She was disappointed… and so was he.

“Sorry.”

She sat up, leaned on her elbow, stared at him. “Pardon me?” Temari said blankly.

Wisps of smoke rode on the breeze, coiling around the crescent moon. “I shouldn’t have asked you out today. My fault. I thought that today something would finally click. It didn’t. The two of us… I stuffed up. I’m sorry.” And he genuinely meant it despite the reluctant drawl in his tone. For months now, the two of them had been going around in circles. Where there had once been companionship, something akin to a deep bond of friendship, there was now something else. He didn’t understand it and nor did she. Today was supposed to be a compromise. It was supposed to work out. He wanted it to work out. He hoped she could see that.

“Hey, Shikamaru, look.” Was her voice hard and gentle at the same time? It must be, because it actually made him listen. “I know how you feel. Losing someone close to you, someone you love… it’s hard. People die all the time, but when it’s one of those special people, the world flips.” She had told him of her mother before, of her father, her uncle. Different feelings for all of them, but still family, and she had told him she had cared.

“There really isn’t much to hold onto to stop yourself from falling,” Temari went on, shrugging. “It’s okay to remember what you’ve lost and grieve every now and then… God, now you’re making me all depressed – give me that.” And she took the cigarette from his lips, placing it between her own. Inhaled… and coughed. Shikamaru shook his head, smiling, and patted her back while she handed it back to him. “How do you stand that?” she wheezed at him.

“Just do.”

It took her only a short while to recover. Then eyes cast over at him, glimmering in the moonlight. “I’m not accepting your apology. But next time you’d better not take the easy way out, you ass. Face a date like a man.”

Shikamaru had never really understood the significance of hope until now. “Next time?” he repeated monotonously.

Her eyebrow arched up. “What, you think you’re getting out of it? You really will be sorry if you don’t treat me to whatever high class fancy restaurant you have in your village – preferably the most expensive of them all.” She grinned, lightly punched his shoulder. Her touch lingered for a little longer than usual. “You’ll be mine for a day,” she added in a whisper.

He chuckled. “Sure, whatever.” The moon was rather bright tonight.

“Don’t you mean ‘troublesome’?” she teased.

“Oh yeah, that too…”

EDIT: Whoops, forgot to add a scene.

Edited by peanutbutter126, 10 December 2008 - 07:30 AM.

[Sakura Blossoms]

*Will reply to all previous posts, including your EPICAWESOME new drabble you wrote for meh Nummy, as soon as I stop FREAKING OUT! D8

10/12/08

I just found a FREAKING COLONY of freaking EPIC FAIL spiders, just chilling in the upper corner of my room's wall, and as I have arachnophobia I AM FLIPPING OUT!

I just sprayed so much bug poison I'm choking on it =.=

Any further sleep I might have gotten is shot to hell now. Continued insomnia, here I come -.-

[Sakura Blossoms]

Shauna, I finished that ShikaTema oneshot~

Somehow, a little bit of angst always helps me get into the mood of writing a new pairing. Not sure if it actually works, but it's better than making something up on the spot. Thanks for helping me with the ideas - it's stimulated me into getting my lazy butt into working on my chapter. :33

Wisps --Click here to view--

Wisps


Smoking is bad for you, his mother had said disapprovingly. She was an annoying woman, he had to give her that, but she didn’t force insistence upon him, merely frowned at her son’s newfound habit, and through the thick smoke, Shikamaru would see concern vaguely disfigured in his mother’s dark eyes. He smoked only when something was bothering him, which was an austere contrast to his sensei’s inclinations.

The tobacco flowed into his system, leaving behind its mark even as he exhaled a column of grey smog. In the earlier days, he had hacked and coughed at the acrid tang. His mother was right; smoking did do him more harm than good.

So why did he still do it?

Because, for once in his life, Shikamaru Nara found it troublesome not to do something.

A tribute, some would call it. He preferred not to consider it anything at all. He knew, Chouji, Ino knew – as long as he knew as well, there was no need to call it anything at all.

Shikamaru heard the grass and the dried leaves behind him rustle. He kept his eyes on the sky and the stars that glimmered brightly against the dark blanket. He had to give her credit for finding and catching up with him so quickly, let alone find initiative to come at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, and her voice was softer than he recalled earlier when she had yelled after him on the street.

“I didn’t think you’d need me to point out that I had screwed up our first date.”

“You know what I mean.” He might have heard her click her tongue, he might not have; just like he sometimes felt his hand on his shoulder. “Your sensei’s…” Her voice trailed off there, uncomfortable. Shikamaru had trouble picturing Temari of the Sand uncomfortable in any situation, and that was what compelled him to tilt his head back and glance up at her face.

Her eyes, dark pools of concern, gazed back down at him. Then she blinked, and the emotion was gone, banished, replaced by familiar annoyance. She nudged him over and stretched out on the grass beside him. “You should have told me it was your sensei’s anniversary.”

He grunted. “What difference would it have made?”

“None.”

“Exactly.”

He heard her take a deep breath. Another glance told him she had closed her eyes for a brief moment. “I don’t even know why I try,” she admitted. Eyes opened to meet his, and she was frowning. Like his mother, but different, somehow. “You ran out on our first date, you’re an ass… but I care that you’re upset and I’m hurt that you didn’t think to share that burden with me.”

He turned away, puffing lazily at the cigarette. Was this really the girl who had consistently bossed and beaten him around these past years? Not really. At the moment, Temari resembled more of the young woman Shikamaru had bothered to ask for a date. They had agreed that it was just something new, an experiment to see if it would work out. But it hadn’t worked out, had it? She was disappointed… and so was he.

“Sorry.”

She sat up, leaned on her elbow, stared at him. “Pardon me?” Temari said blankly.

Wisps of smoke rode on the breeze, coiling around the crescent moon. “I shouldn’t have asked you out today. My fault. I thought that today something would finally click. It didn’t. The two of us… I stuffed up. I’m sorry.” And he genuinely meant it despite the reluctant drawl in his tone. For months now, the two of them had been going around in circles. Where there had once been companionship, something akin to a deep bond of friendship, there was now something else. He didn’t understand it and nor did she. Today was supposed to be a compromise. It was supposed to work out. He wanted it to work out. He hoped she could see that.

“Hey, Shikamaru, look.” Was her voice hard and gentle at the same time? It must be, because it actually made him listen. “I know how you feel. Losing someone close to you, someone you love… it’s hard. People die all the time, but when it’s one of those special people, the world flips.” She had told him of her mother before, of her father, her uncle. Different feelings for all of them, but still family, and she had told him she had cared.

“There really isn’t much to hold onto to stop yourself from falling,” Temari went on, shrugging. “It’s okay to remember what you’ve lost and grieve every now and then… God, now you’re making me all depressed – give me that.” And she took the cigarette from his lips, placing it between her own. Inhaled… and coughed. Shikamaru shook his head, smiling, and patted her back while she handed it back to him. “How do you stand that?” she wheezed at him.

“Just do.”

It took her only a short while to recover. Then eyes cast over at him, glimmering in the moonlight. “I’m not accepting your apology. But next time you’d better not take the easy way out, you ass. Face a date like a man.”

Shikamaru had never really understood the significance of hope until now. “Next time?” he repeated monotonously.

Her eyebrow arched up. “What, you think you’re getting out of it? You really will be sorry if you don’t treat me to whatever high class fancy restaurant you have in your village – preferably the most expensive of them all.” She grinned, lightly punched his shoulder. Her touch lingered for a little longer than usual. “You’ll be mine for a day,” she added in a whisper.

He chuckled. “Sure, whatever.” The moon was rather bright tonight.

“Don’t you mean ‘troublesome’?” she teased.

“Oh yeah, that too…”

EDIT: Whoops, forgot to add a scene.

*Blinks and jaw drops*

Wow, Nummy. Whatever I was expecting when I first began to read this, it certainly wasn't this GEM of a story! Hawt damn girl, you write like a person well into the beginning of their college years. I'm damned impressed, and LOVE this drabble that you wrote for me. THANK YOU!

[Sakura Blossoms]

Hobbits can't swim DX

At least Sam can't. :teehee:

that's cuz Sam be a little too chubby.

Teehee XD

About your dream, from what I understand, is basically a symbollic meaning about a change occuring within you that you're not aware of. I hope that helps, for whatever it's worth.

If that's not good enough...I suppose you could make a list of people you may have pissed off recently, check your local newspapers for any killings...but I think in the end you shouldn't worry about it.

Thanks for the dream analasis <3~

Lol, hopefully I haven't pissed off anyone to make 'em wanna kill meh :teehee:

Whoa, Shauna, nice picture! Where do they have houses like this though?

Personally, I don't thik I'd like living on water. I like the feeling of solid ground under me when I go to bed at night. Less chance of rolling out of bed and into the water

Lol, glad you liked the pic though XD <3~

[Recompense]

BWAHA, SHAUNAMAMA.

I BE HERE TO MAKE YOU GIGGLE AND TEEHEE WITH DELITE AND MERRYMENT.

8D

LOLZ --Click here to view--

[Cloud]

BWAHA, SHAUNAMAMA.

I BE HERE TO MAKE YOU GIGGLE AND TEEHEE WITH DELITE AND MERRYMENT.

8D

LOLZ --Click here to view--

*SHUDDERS*

WHAT IS THAT GOD FORSAKEN MOUTH?!?!?!

[Sakura Blossoms]

BWAHA, SHAUNAMAMA.

I BE HERE TO MAKE YOU GIGGLE AND TEEHEE WITH DELITE AND MERRYMENT.

8D

LOLZ --Click here to view--

Um...thank u for the made-to-make-you-lol pic...I think XD;

[Onionhead Attacks]

BWAHA, SHAUNAMAMA.

I BE HERE TO MAKE YOU GIGGLE AND TEEHEE WITH DELITE AND MERRYMENT.

8D

LOLZ --Click here to view--

Wah! Scary!!

[Sakura Blossoms]

New epic pic!

This one is another 'watery' one, and I really like it even though it has a kind of 'melancholy' feeling to it

~Bridge to Nowhere~ --Click here to view--

[Cloud]

Reminds me of Deep Blue Sea.

'A ****ing shark ate me!'

[Derock]

New epic pic!

This one is another 'watery' one, and I really like it even though it has a kind of 'melancholy' feeling to it

~Bridge to Nowhere~ --Click here to view--

I ain't going to that bridge.

[Denim88]

New epic pic!

This one is another 'watery' one, and I really like it even though it has a kind of 'melancholy' feeling to it

~Bridge to Nowhere~ --Click here to view--

LOL, ominous, scary dock-bridge on a somewhat stormy sea. Shauna, you could totally give these pictures you've been posting to people looking for inspiration to drabbles and such