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Not today Justin
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA
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Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Mike Driver
KIROKAZE
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@earthgrudge-blog
permanent inactivity
My depression has gotten to the point where I feel I can no longer maintain a blog like this and enjoy it. Life is getting so busy, and I feel like I can no longer do small things I enjoy, even if this community has been the most fun I’ve had writing in a long time. I wish everyone the best, and thank you all for the great time. Remember, make mad bank! -Sei
Send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty
“Are you ready?”
my friend was like yo gran chiyo is more kakuzus age bracket eh? gran is too good for him tbh
AND BITE THE KAKUZU BECAUSE KAKUZU IS NOW HIS BIRTHDAY CAKE
He gives the shark-shinobi a good smack with a rolled up newspaper. Had Kisame actually left a mark?❝ It’s too early for your teeth. Go poke holes in Itachi.❞
[closed starter for @skorpiiios]
Seated on a low wall in the thicket outside of the main base, the quiet rustling of trees and the distant chirp of birds were the only sounds to register. Peaceful, almost- granted it was only because his partner had been so absorbed in a sudden, hasty ritual that he hadn’t noticed the old man take his leave. It was good to have the silence back, but he had nothing to count and nobody to kill; that in itself made him uneasy. Conditioning to the life of an S-Rank ruined all of them, he figured, but it was better to have this life than to be face down in a gutter-- rotting. Twigs snapping brought him out of his mind and into reality. A young, accented voice echoed not too far off; he could recognize it was Deidara by the quirk at the end of the sentence. Hidan’s voice followed, edged with the same malignancy as usual. The third was unfamiliar to him, so he waited a moment before standing and making his approach. His partner’s eyes caught him first, jerking an accusatory finger in his direction. “There’s the old fuck! What the hell were you doing, prancing around in the woods?” Kakuzu made a point of ignoring him. ❝ Deidara.❞ He greeted the bomber, before realizing who it was standing behind him. ❝ Sasori. ❞
They don't have nipples
About forty million variations of this have appeared in my inbox, is this sorta like the thing with ladies where it isn’t nsfw unless ur nipples are showing but instead of censoring them they removed them completely like…what
they should just censor them pls
kisame: done with uchihas
A strange, dark part of his mind said to charge her for it; the old man smirked away the thought. Her fractured composure was noted instantly, and Kakuzu found he was feeling oddly compelled to entertain Anka’s curiosity streak despite himself. That never happened. What was this kid doing to his apathy? ❝ You’re that eager to know? ❞ The page had already been dogeared countless times; a painted nail traced the crease as it was folded yet again. ❝ I can start, but you’ll have to finish on your own. ❞ Murky green orbs shifted gaze from the page to the dark haired kunoichi. ❝ Sound fair?❞
“Then the tone of the story will change without your voice emphasis on certain vowels and enunciation,” Was her persuasion working? Probably not, but maybe if she attempted to put more emphasis on this small factoid…maybe he’d keep reading to her?
“And yes I’m eager. I can’t leave information out once I start learning it, then I’ll miss important details that can become useful at a later date,” Was that convincing?
“It’s…a good story”
That argument seemed solid; even so, he knew he’d have to be back in motion soon enough. Granted, the Akatsuki probably wouldn’t believe him if he’d described what his past hour had been like. ❝ If this old novel ends up being useful to you, i’d like to be the first to know how. ❞ Sarcasm faded with his following words. ❝ One more chapter- since a good story can be worth narration. ❞
@earthgrudge
The Taki-native allowed her to lean over his arm, eyeing the worn pages he read from. The novel itself was popular when he was younger; Kakuzu could still recall his surrogate grandfather reading ‘The Tale of The Ronin in the Mist’ in his youth. So many memoriesfaded- the book was one of the precious few that remained. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if Anka would look back upon this moment with any fondness. She seemed quite entertained by the tale- her curiosity manifest in her lowered guard. The S-Rank could almost say he felt the same ease; reading to her was oddly cathartic. ❝ The horse gets away.❞ A lock of thick, ink-black hared was tucked behind his ear as she scanned the text. ❝ Chapter two will get you what happens to his rider. ❞
“Well then we’ll have to read it, right? To find out what happens?” Anka actually spoke with fluctuation in her voice, small bits of emotion…unusual for a person who tried her best to distance herself from feeling. She had managed to let herself take on the childlike curiosity, craving information as to why the rider was missing, and why the horse got away in such a brilliant way.
“We can’t just…leave the story like this,” She tried to sound firm, convincing, almost compel him to read on, but she wasn’t sure it would work.
A strange, dark part of his mind said to charge her for it; the old man smirked away the thought. Her fractured composure was noted instantly, and Kakuzu found he was feeling oddly compelled to entertain Anka’s curiosity streak despite himself. That never happened. What was this kid doing to his apathy? ❝ You’re that eager to know? ❞ The page had already been dogeared countless times; a painted nail traced the crease as it was folded yet again. ❝ I can start, but you’ll have to finish on your own. ❞ Murky green orbs shifted gaze from the page to the dark haired kunoichi. ❝ Sound fair?❞
how would it have been if they met when they were young, I wonder?
❝I don’t expect you to understand.❞
❝ Good. I don’t. ❞ A sigh was drawn from the elder of the two. He didn’t look at the bomber, though he knew the blonde hadn’t walked away just yet. Without really thinking, he kept talking.❝ Art and all that; your aspirations never made any sense to me. The criticism makes no sense either. ❞ The corner of his mouth downturned. ❝ But you have nobody except yourself to please.❞ Finally, the shinobi’s glance found Deidara’s shoulder, as if he was giving this advice to only that part of him. This all probably sounded like delusional rambles of a senile old man, but Kakuzu knew if he were told this when he’d been young- things would’ve, might’ve, been different. ❝ Make sure in the end, you’re happy with what you’ve become.❞ Better to die alone and proud, then lonely and ashamed.
@yallmotherfuckersneedjashin
“For the last time, Kakuzu, I’m not putting a shirt on. My tits were made to be free.”
❝ Nobody wants to see you flouncing around topless. ❞ Her voice was laced with irritation, eyes rolling when her partner all but bounced in front of her. The glimmering silver Jashin pendant had landed conveniently between Hidan’s- Her fist knotted in the cloth of the cloak that’d been draped over her shoulders. The garment was yanked off, and within seconds, she had the younger woman caught around the waist before she could worm her way free. ❝ You’re putting this on before you have a chance to embarrass us in public.❞
She scowled as her partner grabbed her, face flushing with anger, and from the closeness. She writhed, struggling to break free from the other’s grip, though it did nothing.
“Oi, I’m not fucking wearing it! Not my problem they can’t handle me.” She pushed the offending garment away, nose scrunched in disgust.
“You just can’t stand that I’m more attractive than you,” she said, sticking her tongue out mockingly. It wasn’t her fault Kakuzu was insecure about her looks.
Shards of jade narrowed in frustration. Her arm extended to catch the tossed garment while the other woman jerked free of her grip with a mocking gesture. In that moment, her blood boiled. Threads coiled where her arm had been, dangerously tight around the zealot’s pale waist. ❝ I couldn’t care less about how ‘attractive’ you think you are. If someone tries to jump you, then that becomes my problem. Besides, what’s even there to be envious of?❞ In that very moment, Kakuzu wished she could put an end to the cheeky Jashinist; why had that bitch Pein placed her with the one human who couldn’t be killed? She’d gladly take Orochimaru over-- No, actually, she wouldn’t. Her temper abruptly cooled. The threads jerked away, twitching with disdain as she moved the cloak back around her shoulders. Her own chest rose and fell with a deep inhale, straining the black fabric momentarily. ❝ What am I going to do with you...❞ After pinching the bridge of her nose, she shot the other a disgusted glance.
{ | ⇸ Little d e e d s are like little s e e d s ,
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they grow to f l o w e r s or to w e e d s . ⇷ | }
Lost letter
l o s t l e t t e r; a handwritten letter written by my muse is found by yours
The parchment was yellowed with age, the folds stained with what looked like flecks of ink from being written so hastily. How it surfaced after the miser disposed of the remains of his life in Taki was a mystery- the contents proved even more mysterious. The narrow, tightly handwritten characters were very clearly Kakuzu’s penmanship. It read-
❝ Maybe you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me for not telling you the moment it was assigned, but they wanted nobody knowing until the dispatch. This should reach you once I’m in Konoha. _____❞
The line that followed was faded to the point of illegibility. Other small faded gaps littered the writing, too.
❝ The Elders asked that I take _____ on alone; they say it’s an honor above all honors, but you know I’d rather be going into ___ with the two of you at my side. When I’m back, I promise we’ll celebrate ____, only us. The ‘god of shinobi’ is no ___for the swift torrent of a waterfall. You’ve told me as much during training. Hopefully all of our sparring will pay off.
I’ll be back before ___ know I’ve left- until then, please, wait for me ____ ❞
Send “Lost letter” for your muse to find a scrapped letter with my muse’s handwriting.
♫ Sleeping At Last - Atlas: Darkness ♫
Overture
❝The mind was made to illuminate the heart.❞ ❝The universe began with our eyes closed.❞ ❝Even after everything we’ve seen, we’ve barely caught a glimpse
Woodwork
❝I hear your heart.❞ ❝The sirens pour into every street surrounding us.❞ ❝Our love came out of the woodwork.❞ ❝Our strength came out of the woodwork.❞ ❝I still hear the song.❞ ❝In the aftermath the melody carries on.❞ ❝It’s a cruel cruel trick, how we find ourselves when we lose everything else.❞
I’ll Keep You Safe
❝I’ll keep you safe.❞ ❝Try hard to concentrate.❞ ❝Don’t be afraid.❞ ❝Our mistakes they were bound to be made.❞ ❝I promise you I’ll keep you safe.❞ ❝Pull up your sleeves.❞ ❝Darkness will be rewritten.❞ ❝God knows that mistakes will be made.❞
Bad Blood
❝There was bad blood in us.❞ ❝We learned our lesson.❞ ❝Our questions are all the same.❞ ❝We know it all by heart.❞ ❝We cling to this life.❞ ❝Is it faith or prediction?❞ ❝Were we broken right from the start?❞ ❝It’s just another word for being afraid.❞
Uneven Odds
❝I once knew your father.❞ ❝I was instructed well.❞ ❝I don’t expect you to understand.❞ ❝Live what little life your broken heart can.❞ ❝Are you getting stronger or is time shifting weight?❞ ❝No one expects you to understand.❞ ❝The weight of the world was placed on your shoulders.❞ ❝Darkness exists to make light truly count.❞
