𝔢𝔵𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔯 .

𝖍arden   your   ℎe𝑎r𝑡   .    

[bakisensei]

         it     ain't     me,     it     ain't     me           …                       

independent,     selective,     and     private     writing     blog     for     kaze     no     baki,     of     kishimoto’s      naruto      series.     developed     by     sybil     since     2015(ish)      revamped     :     05/2025.     this     blog     is     mostly     compliant     with     the     canon     of     the     original     series,     but     has     no     connection     to     the     novelizations,     or     the     boruto     series. 

         i  ain't  no  fortunate  one .                                    

mature themes              …              will      be      present      on      this      blog.      such      as,      but      not      limited      to      :      violence,      gore,      (      specifically      mentions      of      EYE      gore.      ),       death,      and      war,      will      be      mentioned      and      talked      about      at      length      on      this      blog.       nsfw/usfw      themes      also      may      be      present      on      this      blog,      but      any      threads      will      be      written      in      private      for      my      own      comfort.     this     blog     is     twenty-one     plus     only.  high  to  medium  activity  .                                                                     

       NINJA           ID                :               38-212.       

[em1e]

what made u guys pick ur url's !

[bakisensei]

while baki doesnt have a lot of "fanon" interpretations that i find outlandish (ie: he IS a workaholic confirmed by canon.) but i do think that sometimes ppl tend to do a huge flanderization of what we do have of him in canon?? i just scrolled past an older post talking abt headcanons for n.aruto characters and they wrote that baki was borderline obsessed w working and doing paperwork that if/when he's given a lighter load of it-he just does someone else's because he loves it so much. insane take considering he hates waiting around for "bureaucracy".

[probuccalfat]

i’d love the opportunity to fumble you catastrophically

[bakisensei]

It’s my birthday hehe

[akasunaa]

Super informative chart detailing the dynamic of the most dysfunctional trio in Suna 20 years ago

[sandsibs-and-co]

Baki: You don't tell me what to do

Temari: uhh that is where you are wrong, baby Girl. I run this village. 

[akasunaa]

He runs two fingers down her arm. It's smooth and cold. Fleshless. It's not at all the same as it was, no matter how much she tried to insist it would be. That body he knew was gone, and this alien replica was in its place. It should've been easier to not love her when she'd done everything she could to kill the person she was, and yet--here he was. Touching her gently, like it mattered. "Can you feel that?"

Her robe is slightly unbuttoned, revealing parts of her new anatomy. Arm extended, unmoving, she watches in silence as Baki touches her, melancholy visible in his expression. He didn't change much after 20 years, but the marks of time adorned his face and hands. Being with him again is nostalgic, no matter how much she tried suppressing old memories from surfacing— memories of a place and people that never mattered to her.

He wants those times to come back again. Simpler times where she was just beggining her path in the Brigade and he was a promising Shinobi with reputation. She saw a potential ally in him, someone that could walk by her side to assist her in her goals, and if needed, die for her. He sought something else, something she could never give him. Not in this life.

They weren't fated to meet, and yet their paths crossed once again, for the better or for the worst. Is there any meaning to it?

"No. But I remember the sensation. I didn't. . . .forget it."

[kankuroplease]

if it makes you feel any better 😌👆🏼

It forever will look like he’s scolding someone to me 😭

[bakisensei]

"You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here." 

Because  I  love  you    …     “I  didn't  have  anywhere  else  to  go.”  That  was  a  lie;  he  could've  easily  gone  to  the  council.  Rasa,  even  the  young  Kazekage  was  rough  around  the  edges,  but  there  was  still  a  strong  love  for  the  village  and  its  people  under  the  harsh  exterior.  Rasa  was  also  young,  one  of  the  youngest  leaders  in  the  history  of  the  village;  he  still  had  an  idea  of  what  it  was  like  to  be  young.  He  would've  understood,  maybe  even  listened—but  she  was  right.  Baki  didn't  go  there;  he  didn't  inform  the  village  or  even  Sasori's  own  grandmother  of  what  she  was  doing.  Planning  to  do,  at  least.  She  was  still  here,  on  Suna  ground  for  the  time  being,  but  something  in  his  guts  told  him  it  wouldn't  be  much  longer.

“I  wasn't  going  to  tell  on  you  if  that's  what  you  were  thinking.”  The  idea  of  staying  silent  kept  him  awake  at  night  just  as  much  as  the  thought  of  telling  did.  If  he  kept  his  mouth  shut,  then  he  was  a  traitor  to  his  village;  if  he  told  anyone  what  she  was  planning,  he  would  be  a  traitor  to  Sasori.  Baki  wasn't  sure  which  one  bothered  him  more.   “I'm  not  going  with  you."  He  couldn't  just  leave     …     if  anything  else,  Baki  still  loved  this  village  and  its  people.  He  couldn't  go  rogue,  even  if  the  woman  he  loved  was.  That  didn't  mean  he  wouldn't  see  her  off     …     people  abandon  all  the  time,  lesser  ninja  who  think  they're  getting  snuffed,  merchants  who  need  a  more  fruitful  place  to  sell  their  wares     …     Sasori  was  none  of  those  things. 

Sasori  was  a  top  medical  ninja;  she  was  a  scholar.  She  was  one  of  the  few  elite  shinobi  the  village  had  left  to  depend  on,  and  she  was  prepared  to  throw  all  that  away;  she  wanted  to  throw  all  that  away.  Throw  him  away—throw  whatever  it  was  they  were  building  away.  It  hurt;  it  hurt  more  than  he  knew  how  to  put  into  words.  It  twisted  his  guts  into  a  hot,  gargling  knot  that  threatened  to  tighten  and  burst  at  any  small  inconvenience.  Maybe  coming  here  was  an  act  of  spite,  a  way  to  somehow  hurt  her  in  the  same  way. 

Love  was  a  cruel,  bloodsucking  creature.  Maybe  that's  why  all  lovebirds  tend  to  die  when  separated. 

“But  I  won't  tell  anyone,"  he  muttered.  “I  never  saw  you.  I  never  knew  you.” 

BINGO BOOK LISTING. @akasunaa

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[toddsolondz]

destroying and betraying yourself for nothing all by yourself, handsome?

[akasunaa]

" Ingenuity,

consequently heresy. "

[dominiodivino]

⸺ If war is going to continue — I will become the god of the world!!

x | x | x

[bakisensei]

Baki putting responsibilities off on Temari and Kankuro is actually both interesting and sad. Ik it plays into how he was just essentially military personnel before he was assigned to them and he was grasping at straws on how to actually teach them anything, but I mean he could’ve at least tried a little harder yk

[bakisensei]

gai shows up, unnanounced, at baki's door. yes, he has been in sunagakure for this specific day. a present in hand, OF COURSE, any cake or flowers would've long since spoiled in the desert heat during the journey. so a handful of decorative scrolls will do -- and one handwritten coupon to: a friendly sparring match. gai winks. ❝ happy birthday, my dear friend!! ❞

His  birthday?  No,  that  couldn't  be  right.  His  birthday  wasn't  until  July;  it  was  still  June     …     wasn't  it?      When  was  the  last  time  he'd  even  checked  his  calendar?  Let  alone  flip  the  page  to  the  correct  month—He  was  a  busy  man,  but  Baki  was  able  to  memorize  most  of  his  schedule  without  writing  it  down.      (It  didn't  help  that  he  practically  lived  at  the  Kazekage  office  these  days;  if  anyone  needed  him,  he  was  always  there.)  It  also  didn't  help  that  most  of  these  new  recruits,  these  fresh  faces,  didn't  know  his  birthday.  They  probably  assumed  he  popped  out  of  a  pod  fully  grown  and  ready  for  battle.  They  found  him  propped  up,  sleeping  in  uniform  enough  times  for  that  to  seem  true. 

Blinking  down  at  the  bundle  of  scrolls,  Baki  took  them  without  hesitation.  Gai  had  carried  them  all  the  way  from  the  Leaf,  and  Baki  assumed  that  the  gesture  meant  very  much  to  him.  It  meant  something  to  Baki,  too.  Since  his  mother's  passing,  he  couldn't  remember  anyone  getting  him  an  actual  gift.  It  almost  felt  unnatural  and  heavy  in  his  hands. 

“Thank  you.  I'd  actually  forgotten  it  was  today." 

send baki (late) birthday asks !! @maitiests .

[unmeikatte]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘.

private, independent, selective HYUGA NEJI [日向ネジ] from naruto.

; canon divergent. ; read rules before following. ; est. 2015, re-established 2026. ; penned by nero (30+, they/them). ; graphic credit [alleyspat].