Seeking rp partner for Naruto (odd pairings galore!)
Hello peeps, since I’m finding myself with more free time as of late, I thought I should fill it up as soon as possible before it went away! Who’s in it with me?
Name: Yuta/Panur
LJ: this one :3
Email: yotafura@yahoo.com.ar
MSN/AIM/YIM: yotafura on both (but add me to the yahoo one through mail). I’m practically always online, but if you gonna add me to the msn one, you’ll have to warn me, I only ever open it up when I’m gonna play.
Timezone: GMT-3
Characters you would prefer to use: Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Naruto
Characters you would like yours to interact with:
For Minato: Yondaime Kazekage (aka Daichi, as I got stuck calling him), Sakumo, Kakashi, Ibiki.
For Naruto: Itachi, Shino, Kankuro
Preferred pairing:
I’m just gonna list them here…Without caring who tops:
Naru/Itachi
Naru/Shino
Naru/Kankuro
Yondishipping (Minato/Yondi Kazekage)
Minato/Sakumo
Minato/Kakashi
Minato/Ibiki
Bolded ones get ‘perverse preference’ treatment since I’ve played them and liked them, but I’d be very happy to try with the others as well!
Is there a particular age group you would prefer?: above 18, please~
Timeline/Setting: I’m okay with all and any AU, Gaiden era, normal Naruto, shippouden Naruto, etc.
AIM/e-mail or any other form of contact: yotafura@yahoo.com.ar
Any additional information: I write third person, past tense, and you can trust a decently sized paragraph from me at my worst (and like three word pages worth of writing if I’m really into it). I’m flexible, I like brainstorming with my partners, and if we get stuck, I don’t mind rewinding and finding ways of fixing it. Just please talk to me? I promise I don’t bite : 3
Roleplay sample:
He’s lying where he’s been left, the rough fabric of the too-thin rolled up mattress to his back and far too hot naked skin pressing its weight down on him from above.
The hand still pinned to the side of his head twitches reflexively, tendons complaining lightly in the grip and the hand encircling them loosens carefully, as if expecting it to strike. Maybe some other night it would have (maybe tomorrow it would), but right now it stays where it is fingers flexing for a moment in the cold.
He can feel the other’s man’s breath on his neck, warm and humid when he exhales, cold when he inhales. If he were to open his eyes, he’s sure he would see the faint cloud of condensation slowly disappearing in the air. He’d also be able to see the short red hair and he’d be able to tell himself in the right light it looks a bit like Kushina- if Kushina ever wore her hair below waist length and regularly cut it with a kunai, and if the color was more like wet brick than wild berries, and if instead of soft curves she was built in squares and harsh masculine line,s with coarse skin and eyes of a bird of prey
(not like Kushina at all, who is he trying to kid…?)
So he doesn’t open his eyes just yet.
He’s warm. He wants to be warm, wants to feel the faint pulse of blood on the man’s collar against his cheek, the hand wrapped at his wrist, the other buried in the hopeless tangle of his hair that isn’t tugging anymore even if his scalp still stings under the soothing fingers. The hand he has on the redhead’s back twitches and he taps his fingers tentatively against the faint red marks he’s left there.
He never draws blood, even though he could do it.
He could do a lot worse if he wanted, and he knows it. And Daichi also knows it, so what they do is all right. He wishes he could be more forward, more gentle, that he could just ask for things instead of dogging someone (him, oh please him, he’ll just never say it) until forcing that person to acknowledge it. He doesn’t want to be always on guard, always cursing and fighting with him needlessly, but he’s been wrung too tight and he wonders if the other is even aware of this.
“They were right,” he says, and his own voice startles him, dusty and hoarse. He doesn’t remember screaming, though there provably was much of it before they ended like this. “They are all through the forest.”
Name: Yuta/Panur
LJ: this one :3
Email: yotafura@yahoo.com.ar
MSN/AIM/YIM: yotafura on both (but add me to the yahoo one through mail). I’m practically always online, but if you gonna add me to the msn one, you’ll have to warn me, I only ever open it up when I’m gonna play.
Timezone: GMT-3
Characters you would prefer to use: Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Naruto
Characters you would like yours to interact with:
For Minato: Yondaime Kazekage (aka Daichi, as I got stuck calling him), Sakumo, Kakashi, Ibiki.
For Naruto: Itachi, Shino, Kankuro
Preferred pairing:
I’m just gonna list them here…Without caring who tops:
Naru/Itachi
Naru/Shino
Naru/Kankuro
Yondishipping (Minato/Yondi Kazekage)
Minato/Sakumo
Minato/Kakashi
Minato/Ibiki
Bolded ones get ‘perverse preference’ treatment since I’ve played them and liked them, but I’d be very happy to try with the others as well!
Is there a particular age group you would prefer?: above 18, please~
Timeline/Setting: I’m okay with all and any AU, Gaiden era, normal Naruto, shippouden Naruto, etc.
AIM/e-mail or any other form of contact: yotafura@yahoo.com.ar
Any additional information: I write third person, past tense, and you can trust a decently sized paragraph from me at my worst (and like three word pages worth of writing if I’m really into it). I’m flexible, I like brainstorming with my partners, and if we get stuck, I don’t mind rewinding and finding ways of fixing it. Just please talk to me? I promise I don’t bite : 3
Roleplay sample:
He’s lying where he’s been left, the rough fabric of the too-thin rolled up mattress to his back and far too hot naked skin pressing its weight down on him from above.
The hand still pinned to the side of his head twitches reflexively, tendons complaining lightly in the grip and the hand encircling them loosens carefully, as if expecting it to strike. Maybe some other night it would have (maybe tomorrow it would), but right now it stays where it is fingers flexing for a moment in the cold.
He can feel the other’s man’s breath on his neck, warm and humid when he exhales, cold when he inhales. If he were to open his eyes, he’s sure he would see the faint cloud of condensation slowly disappearing in the air. He’d also be able to see the short red hair and he’d be able to tell himself in the right light it looks a bit like Kushina- if Kushina ever wore her hair below waist length and regularly cut it with a kunai, and if the color was more like wet brick than wild berries, and if instead of soft curves she was built in squares and harsh masculine line,s with coarse skin and eyes of a bird of prey
(not like Kushina at all, who is he trying to kid…?)
So he doesn’t open his eyes just yet.
He’s warm. He wants to be warm, wants to feel the faint pulse of blood on the man’s collar against his cheek, the hand wrapped at his wrist, the other buried in the hopeless tangle of his hair that isn’t tugging anymore even if his scalp still stings under the soothing fingers. The hand he has on the redhead’s back twitches and he taps his fingers tentatively against the faint red marks he’s left there.
He never draws blood, even though he could do it.
He could do a lot worse if he wanted, and he knows it. And Daichi also knows it, so what they do is all right. He wishes he could be more forward, more gentle, that he could just ask for things instead of dogging someone (him, oh please him, he’ll just never say it) until forcing that person to acknowledge it. He doesn’t want to be always on guard, always cursing and fighting with him needlessly, but he’s been wrung too tight and he wonders if the other is even aware of this.
“They were right,” he says, and his own voice startles him, dusty and hoarse. He doesn’t remember screaming, though there provably was much of it before they ended like this. “They are all through the forest.”