fang over fang

indie kiba inuzuka from naruto. written by mar.

[inuwuka]

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the only thing more attractive to kank than a himbo is a himbo with blood running down his chin

he has Good Tastes

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kank vc: that’s hot

kiba: rips a dude throat out with only his teeth kank: heart eyes 

[inuwuka]

kiba is v/ much an in your face fighter with a sporadic, bouncy fighting style. he never stops moving and he moves more like an animal than a person, which can be difficult to track if someone isn’t prepared for it. combined with akamaru, he relies on overwhelming singular opponents. he excels in taijutsu, being more of a physical fighter than one who relies on much ninjutsu outside of combo moves with akamaru. also he will bite with his sharp ass teeth and Not let go, then when he does let go chunks of flesh come with it. he always seems like he’s having a great time when he’s fighting, laughing and shouting, as well as growling and snarling like a damn dog

[inuwuka]

this blog is Finally not dash only n one of these days ill get together a nicer header n icon

[inuwuka]

kiba is... a himbo

[inuwuka]

" happy birthday ! " she kind of yells, but she's carrying a small cupcake with a lit candle and a wrapped box containing some homemade food pills she and sakura had made earlier. there's even some dog friendly food pills she had made. she offers the cupcake first.

her kind of yell is met with an absolute grin, because let’s face it. presents ruled. having a pretty girl be excited to give you some presents? ever better. ❛ aw, thanks ino --- it smells great! ❜ he blew out the candle first, shoving both it and the cupcake wrapping into his pocket. littering was bad. of course he’d forget about it when he went to do laundry, but that was an issue to be dealt with in the future. the cupcake was split in half, ino should know him well enough to have made it safe for dogs, and tossed one piece to akamaru. judging by the aggressively loud thumping of his tail on the ground he approved. kiba then promptly shoved the entire other half into his mouth so his hands could be free to open the actual gift. 

leave it to ino to make it something practical. not that he was complaining. ❛ this’ll come in handy. and look, akamaru! she made some for you too! ❜ 

[inuwuka]

Iruka sidles up to him with a small package containing a bracelet he painstakingly created from the leftover fur from Akamaru that he ended up collecting in his classroom over the years. "Happy birthday Kiba--uh it's not much since I know you're a fine shinobi already and don't need anything--but I hope it will keep you safe and remind you that you're not alone."

while most would consider the gift a little... odd, kiba was pretty stoked over it. that was iruka for you, always doing the weird stuff that he knew would make his students happy. an incredibly perceptive man, who did his best to hand out his attention equally, if kiba were the more sentimental type he might have reflected on how he wouldn’t be where he was without the academy sensei there. not that he’d been the best student or anything, causing a whole mess of trouble whenever the opportunity arose, but whatever! that was then! he was totally more mature and grown up now. mature enough to bow lowly, but that just didn’t feel right, so iruka wound up in a tight hug from his former student. akamaru even joined in, giving his own gift of dog slobber all over the man’s face. 

❛ thanks, iruka-sensei! ❜

[inuwuka]

he'd been staring at the boy long enough, watching him play and talk, interchanging between kankurō and akamaru. the pure excitement that constantly radiated off of kiba. the over animation of every emotion without a care –– not something kankurō saw often in his own life. he was happy to have it now. one hand reached out, a faux thumb rubbing against a tattooed cheek mid sentence. his expression was soft. "happy birthday, kiba." //i know i'm on hiatus and depressed but i had to do this ;w;

words halted, where kiba was once crouched playfully with a toy in his hand for his four legged friend his posture straightened a little. had he heard that right? not that he’d forgotten his own birthday, he knew very well what day it was thanks, but the fact kankurō had brought it up all on his own was cause enough for pause. the curious tilt of a head, but his smile did not really falter. it softened a fraction, slightly lopsided. 

❛ oh uh — ❜ wow, tongue, work please? he tried a second time, ❛ thanks. didn’t know you knew when it was. ❜ he dug the toe of his sandal into the ground, feeling a slow and familiar heat crawling along his spine, up his neck, into his cheeks. it’d been happening an alarming amount in kankurō’s presence coupled with an absolute metal meltdown that left his brain on idiot mode. speaking of idiot mode, he slung an arm over the puppeteer’s shoulder, grinning cheekily. ❛ is that why you came all the way to konoha? just to be here for my birthday. ❜ a poke to the stomach. he’s teasing. of course he is. why would kankurō go through all that trouble.

[inuwuka]

i didnt! get a single notification for those bday asks! wow!!!!! tumblr is lesbophobic im gonna answer those now its dog boys bday in my heart (’:

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the rifleman meme. edit prompts as needed.  

“ hate? isn’t that a strong word to use just because you don’t agree with someone? ”

“ i guess it gets to be a little lonely, worrisome. ”

“ don’t disobey me, too. ”

“ did i miss you? well, let me put it this way. i love you more than anything else in the world. ”

“ the place for you is in bed. ”

“ can feel the heat pouring right through you. ”

“ hard things happen to people all the time. we never really know why. ”  

“ it’s way past your bedtime. ”

“ we’re going home. ”

“ the older you get, the more questions there are without answers. ” 

“ you see, sometimes it’s easier to give advice than to take it. ”

“ why so glum? ” 

“ such a wicked thing, to hate. ”

“ it shouldn’t be that way. ” 

“ come on, slowpoke. ”

“ a man doesn’t run from a fight. but that doesn’t mean you should go running to one, either. ”

“ well, it just seems to me that dish washing is always getting in the way of eating. ”

“ everything you learn comes in handy some day. one way or another. ” 

“ never mind. just do as i say. ”

“ come on, i’ll race you. ”

“ name calling’s a handy thing for some. they smack a label on somebody or something and that’s it as far as they’re concerned. it’s kind of a special way of hating because they don’t take the trouble to understand. ”

“ no hard feelings? ”

“ hush. ”

“ every book has a soul. ” 

“ the time a town or even a country is really lost is when the people who live in it get careless and stop paying attention to how it’s being run. ”

“ i’ll try to remember that. ”

“ a man who wears a badge has a heavy responsibility. ”

“ just remember: sit easy and think straight. ”

“ now wait a minute. don’t you ever think that way. ”

“ you got a nasty tongue. keep it in your head and keep it quiet. ”

[inuwuka]

its ya bois bday send him som birthday wishes

[inuwuka]

in a relationship kiba does have some slight fears about being ‘too much’ bcus of what happened with his mom and dad. he doesn’t want to wind up scaring his partner off like his mom did to his dad.

[inuwuka]

playing vidya games but as soon as im done im gonna make a theme 4 this blog lmfao

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urarenge‌:

          well, good, it was for akamaru anyway. maybe lee should have phrased himself better. he’ll make sure to next time, when he’s not being tackled to his back by a giant dog. he yelps on impact, but is quick to recover and uncap the jar of fresh, organic peanut butter for the dog to lick, “good boy! see, i knew he would like it! please, akamaru, would you mind getting off of me? i will spoon some out for you but only if you remove your paws from my sternum.”

❛ ppfftt --- why didn’t you say it was for him the first place, idiot? ❜ kiba stands by, hands on his hips as he watches the oversized dog doing his best to get at the peanut butter with poor results, barking up a storm. ❛ ne, akamaru, off. ❜ he grants the other shinobi some mercy, shooing his canine companion off him and flicking his hand. akamaru sat obediently, floppy ears perked as much as they could be and tail thumping up a storm on the ground.

[inuwuka]

gengakki‌:

he did spare a glance back as he was called, pausing for a moment for kiba to get within a few feet then he took off again. kankurō wasn’t one to show his anxiety on his face. he didn’t blush much and even if he did, his face paint managed to cover it pretty well. but if his hands were still made of flesh, they would be sweating from his own words. 

date spot. 

he all but smacked himself in the forehead for saying that. but he wouldn’t take the words back. he wanted this to be a date even if the other was too stupid to get his hints. kankurō would admit that he didn’t make it that easy though. perhaps he laid it on too thick. 

he paused after a few more minutes to let kiba catch up. the place was just down the street. he parted his lips once the shinobi was near but closed it mid-thought. a shake of the head, he opened his mouth again, a new thought taking over. 

❝ i’m not sure if they have a dog menu. ❞

kiba fell in step with the puppeteer, hands stuffed in his pocket, though he wasn’t slouching so much. he always always so quick to throw himself into first thoughts, one he had a second to cool off he wound up feeling a little silly. there wasn’t anything to get all worked up over, not when it came to a free dinner, so he straightened himself into something less frumpy and more casual, determined to enjoy the night and not get the better of himself.

❛ eh, that’s alright. most places won’t even let akamaru come inside if it ain’t in konoha. ❜ there was clipped resignation in his tone. ❛ even if he is better behaved than some of their patrons. ❜ kiba shook his head, punctuating it with a heavy roll of his eyes. ❛ i’ll just grab him something plain to go before we leave. ❜ at least he had it all worked out, used to this song and dance.

[inuwuka]

gengakki‌:

❝ now, why would i do that? yknow, i don’t like being mean to you. all the time. ❞ he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, a slouch to his shoulders. ❝ don’t get your hopes up too high. i’m not sure if you can handle suna cuisine. i hear you konoha guys are.. ❞ he paused for a moment to consider the nicest way to phrase it 

❝ wimps. ❞ he didn’t try that hard.

❝ a new bar just opened up in the town square. i heard its a pretty decent date spot. might be worth a test run. ❞ he turned on his heel and began walking leading the way without bothering to get kiba’s approval. ❝ i’ll be nice and let you order whatever you want. ❞

kiba clicked his teeth, a sharp and punctuated noise. he gave kankurō a hearty shove, pairing it with a roll of his eyes and then an accusatory point. ❛ ain’t no one made of tougher stuff than us konoha guys, ❜ came his insistence, and he liked to think it to be pretty true. ❛ you’ll be eating those words like they’re the main course tonight. ❜

kankurō had already turned opposite when the word registered. like a big, flashing sign in his head. DATE SPOT! it said, in all it’s gaudy, neon colors. red flooded the tan of his tattooed cheeks as he aggressively told himself to play it cool. just because the word date was in there didn’t make this one --- and anyways what would he care? it wasn’t like he was excited by the prospect of a date with the unreasonably handsome suna shinobi who really had no right pulling off that jawline and those grins with all the stupid makeup he wore. 

ever faithful, akamaru grabbed the edge of his jacket and began to pull him back, literally yanking kiba from his stupor. ❛ shit, hey, wait up asshole! ❜ he huffed, turning and jogging to catch up with his not-date of the evening. 

[inuwuka]

gengakki‌:

kankurō just shook his head, eyes rolling to the side at kiba’s outburst. ❝ i’m not stealing your damn dog. this is a different dog. he’s not as smart as akamaru is but he’s a good boy. ❞ he brushed his fingers through akamaru’s fur. a light pat on the head and a scratch under his chin. 

❝ kiba, ❞ it was time to stop this game before kiba hurt himself into mental gymnastics. he knew the other wouldn’t figure it out and maybe that was for the best. kankurō had never managed to spend much time with kiba. the level of work he had and the distance between left only time for fleeting moments. but kiba wasn’t wrong earlier: he had to be dedicated to this and kankurō was ready. 

❝ let’s go get something to eat, yea? i’m buying. ❞

kiba kept a narrowed gaze on the puppeteer, skeptical. akamaru was such a great dog, he wouldn’t be too surprised if there were some nefarious scheme to steal him. ❛ yanno, i feel like you’re being intentionally vague just to pick on me, ❜ he said and, well, at least he wasn’t entirely clueless. that had to count for something. now it was just a matter of trying to figure out the angle kankurō was getting at.

food sparked his interest, both man and dog perking up in perfect sync. they exchange a glance. ❛ i won’t ever say no to a free meal, haven’t gotten a real chance to get a taste for suna’s food ‘nyways. i’m trusting you to impress me, suna’s entire reputation is on the line with this dinner. ❜