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indie & mutuals only multimuse rp (side)blog for canon & oc's alike! — adored by eli.

[niinshu]

#𝑵𝑰𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑼 : ❝ home is where you're supposed to feel safe. loved. protected and want to protect. us? . . . we're still searching. ❞ introducing! an indie & mutuals only multi-muse (side)blog hosting canon & original characters currated to fit into the world of 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐎 produced by 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨. [ carrd ]

follows back from @tentaiiled.

[suitch]

@niinshu sent — ❝ suuuuiii-ōto , i'm home. have you eaten already? ❞ mangetsu trudges through the doorway exhausted. one hand rubs at his aching shoulder and in the other is a plastic bag of food for the night to last until tomorrow. not that he cares if it does; as he manages to bring home food every night since joining alongside the ranks of the legendary seven swordsmen.

The answer, of course, is a no; Suigetsu is still in the habit of conserving their food as much as possible but he's easily distracted from replying the moment he sees Mangetsu plop fresh groceries down on the table. 

It's certainly more than he expected. Is this really what life is going to be like from now on? As tantalizing as it is, Mangetsu is clearly worn out. That puts a momentary damper on his excitement. It's hard not to see the bright side when there's actual food on the table. Soybean paste, vegetables, probably even real fish. High risk, high reward.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"You look beat... welcome home," he says, though he tries not to lay his concern on too thick or sound too terribly eager. "What are we making?" 

[niinshu]

❝ i am , heh. ❞ mangetsu admits with a small smile as he plops down in one of the two rickity chairs they own at the table. finally , to be in the comforting asylum of this poor blend of concrete and cobblestone home. despite it's cracked and withered structure , it thankfully still houses the two brothers like it's meant to.

❝ hope you don't end up missing mackerel and canned tuna too much. we're eating sea bream tonight. ❞ he says , smile growing into a sharp-toothy grin , while unpacking the plastic bag. ❝ heard it's great simmered or grilled. which do you want to do? ❞

[niinshu]

Oh, pale moon rising over the pines, come Lawd away until the sun does rise Leave the day by the, by the door, I don't Care if sun don't shine once more, that's what I said ( Ooh, ooh. Oh, oh, oh. Huh. Mm-hm, mm-hm. Mm-hm, mm-hm ) I'm gonna spend my money on somethin' sweet and strong Gonna move my body through the whole night long Gonna sweat the way I been longin' to, nobody gonna Tell me nothin', that's what I'm gonna do, that's what I said (Whoo) whoo That's what I said. . . ( Mm-hm, mm-hm. Mm-hm, mm-hm. Mm-hm, mm-hm. Oh, oh, oh ) I wanna sing — Like I hear the crickets do I wanna hoo, yeah — Like the owls do (oh) I wanna howl to the moon (oh) Scream, scream like the wild cats do I wanna be, I wanna be naturally free (oh, oh, oh) That's what l'm gon' do~

[niinshu]

found smthn that i cant remember if i threw in my drafts or queue but imma redo it bc it's heavily karui coded in her parenthood. now im gonna rewatch sinners bc smthn smthn smthn i need karui to be as expressive as possible bc i love the development of a woman that breaks out of succumbing to societal norms&standards and grows so damn comfy with herself to be her <3

[niinshu]

would it be absolutely insane to hc the shinobi of kumogakure with lightning nature are able to actually stand & walk on clouds bc of it? . . . yes? i thought so too. . . that's why im gonna do it anyway :))))))

[kikaichuno]

He's pretty fly.

[mournfulroses]

Pedro Salinas, from a poem titled "Reason To Love," featured in Love Is Like The Lion's Tooth: An Anthology of Love Poems

[niinshu]

@taoreshi <3

[musedbyalli]

ChoCho Open Starter

"What do you mean food doesn't fix everything?" ChoCho looked at the other as though they had spoken the most extreme lie she had ever heard. Sure, she knew that food didn't actually solve everything, but it sure seemed to help quite a bit.

[niinshu]

❝ i'm sayin' , ❞ omoi pauses to think very carefully about his next choice of words , for both chocho's sake and his own to avoid hearing karui's mouth. ugh. he lets out an exasperated sigh while digging and scratching at his scalp beneath the overgrown newgrowth of his locs until something comes to mind. ❝ that- ok yeah it feels nice and all to eat but eating as a coping mechanism just invites more problems than you'd realize , cho. internal problems that are a bi- uhhh. . . hard as hell to get back under control , ok? it ain't worth it. ❞ he attempts to explain as he switches the lollipop in his mouth over into the other cheek.

[nipsyyy]

“You like taking care of people because it heals the part of you that wasn’t cared for.”

[coolanimescreenshots]

Rokka no Yuusha aka Rokka: Braves of the Six Flowers

Fremy Speeddraw

[every-karui]

[niinshu]

@taoreshi , how zabuza is probably sleeping:

mangetsu: why you sweaty?

[taoreshi]

Dulling eyes watched on, relegated to spectator to what somehow felt like the severing of his own arm. Zabuza grimaced as though he too felt the demands of the sacred sealing scroll, and when Kubikiriōchō finally vanished in that all-consuming light, the swordsman released a breath he did not know he had been holding. It occurred to Zabuza that it was finally quiet. Not that his mind had been filled with any sort of tangible words, but almost like static, blinders that tunneled his vision. "Tch." Was all he would offer Mangetsu, that warden of the swordsman, taking the scroll a little clumsy. Even a good time after Zabuza was left on his own, he remained riveted in place on his knee. So many places of him felt disconnected and unreachable, body failing to heed his demands. Like it did not answer to him, like it no longer belonged to him. And it was a good half hour before Zabuza asserted himself once more, dragging his exhausted body to stand once more. He did not delay to return to the Mizukage tower, slipping beneath those cool depths of underground chambers until he found his way to his personal quarters. Once shut, the door did not open for the duration of those 12 hours. On the southeast shore, a dense mist had rolled in as it was prone to do at this hour, cutting visibility to mere feet; familiar for any Kiri denizen. But the aforementioned rendezvous spot was strangely absent of a certain swordsman that undoubtedly would have turned up early as an act of defiance in the very least, surely. But when the exact hour drew near, the wisps of fog did not betray an emerging figure, not even a voice. That was because Zabuza was not there. No. Rather, in the quiet lull of his sleeping quarters, the swordsman was dead to the world, his haphazardly sleeping figure sprawled out over his couch spoke of what priorities had ultimately won out. A man could only run on adrenaline and rage for so long, and the crash was inevitable. The bastard had not even made it to his bed, just sat to catch his breath before darkness claimed him and his feverish body. A soft snore could be heard now and again, far beyond any understanding of time nor that he was egregiously late.

[niinshu]

meanwhile , mangetsu. . .

one could call it an optional quest to the original mission. for him , it was a necessity. intel will always be a necessity. something he could gather alone without detection with or without using mist to travel through.

twelve hours. . . the sun would be on it's way to rest for the day once more by the time he needed to rendezvous with zabuza. that is almost too perfect. his original request would have resulted in the same thing but who is he to reject a compromise?

two hours had past by the time mangetsu located his targets. three iwa-nin , obviously armed but their guard? tch. they wouldn't even see him coming. let alone detect him. literally. the hozuki's bloodlust and malicious intent was so deeply hidden that killing them couldn't dare be compared to training. enemies were supposed to be tougher than that. jonin were supposed to be tougher than that. even chunin , as of lately , have grown stronger than them. it was disappointing really. mangetsu hated easy just as much as he hated dealing with an ambush. yes he could handle himself but the over and under guesstimating gets exhausting.

no matter. the trio were now deceased and strung upside down in the trees dangling above one of kiri's greediest treasures: kubikiribōchō. ❝ you've grown quite the ravenous appetite since then , haven't you kubi? ❞ mangetsu speaks low but aloud toward the blade who appears to be happily devouring the blood of it's victims from their sliced dripping necks. he sighed with the shaking of his head , recalling his reaction when he summoned kubikiri out of the scroll.

to say kubikiri didn't attempt to drain him of his energy those times he wielded the blade would be a lie. but hunger of this magnitude couldn't even be compared to samehada's. the difference? sentience aside , despite samehada's bottomless stomach , she was a picky eater and an even pickier selector. kirikubi was neither and wanted energy in the form of either chakra or blood , to the knowledge of the majority. hell , having both simultaneously was even worse for reasons no one should explore. not even mangetsu was willing to go that far in his experiment or letting it happen by mere accident or coincidence. mangetsu was careful. irritatingly careful. ❛ i refuse to feed you my chakra in exchange for your durability. however , ❜ mangetsu grips the hilt tightly in resistance , witnessing his own frown via reflection. ❛ should you last for this fight , you will be greatly rewarded. ❜ 

and a promise is a promise. fulfilled within four hours. then , another three spent meticulously draining the remainder of blood from the corpses before chopping them to bits. sealing both , only this time around , kubikiri and hirame within the special scroll , mangetsu departs from the inconspicuous scene to the southeast shore across his village with less than three hours to spare. roughly fourty-five feet out into their ocean were pilings; each individual one scattered twenty feet from the other. when the mist is light enough , the pilings would be visible but interestingly not what's beyond them. on one of them , it was where mangetsu perched; feeding the aquatic guardians of kiri the bodybits from earlier while he waited out the remainder of his time and when it came , with no signs of a boat breaking through the mist , he grew increasingly confused every five minutes. then thirty minutes doubled and the mist fell thin. then that hour doubled again as the water had grown still. now , almost fifteen hours. . . ❛ where could he be? momochi-san isn't the type to be late. ❜ he pondered his partners whereabouts for another fifteen minutes before finally committing to the act of seeking the elder swordsmen out.

and by some miracle from following his hunch , mangetsu quietly snuck into the zabuza's quarters without encountering the others. partially physically reformed , in the event the man's fight kicks in rather than his flight , mangetsu hovers just above his head; staring. watching. observing , mostly. the steady rise and fall of his chest. the loose humps and curves of the gauze wrapped around his neck and face. the subtle reaction the gauze has to his breathing through the outline of his parted lips. the tiny beads and trails of sweat littered along his forehead fall around the creases of his eyes. shoulders too it seems and by a guess , the back of his neck as well. for someone who didn't have a blanket or sheet over their body , zabuza appeared to be unusually hot. a light fever perhaps , mangetsu assumed.

then. . . without further thinking , for concern was overriding every logical reason why touching this man while defenseless was a bad idea , mangetsu reaches out with his naturally cold solidified hand and lightly presses his palm to zabuza's forehead.

[spindrift-shore]

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[annalovesfiction-deactivated201]

Toneri - The Last

[kankuroplease]

Would you show the Third Mizukage some love?

Your artwork is really beautiful. Every day, your posts are a joy on my dash. Thank you for sharing your stunning character designs. Your Tenko and Inari designs are my favourites.

Thank you~ he’s a mystery beauty (I really want to know why his eyes are closed)

[annalovesfiction]

Give Hinata back! for: we-potatoes