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[ultimumspes]

🖊️ I have pictures of her in my art tag!! 👀

Yoshi got put in Takemikazuchi’s old yukata! Again, tumblr will probably ruin the quality, so just try opening the image in a new tab!

[toxicserpent-blog]

continuation from here  ;  @bcnafde

               It would be a lie to say he randomly chose to help a stranger, simply out of kindness. He was curious about her appearence and wanted to know more, and this incident felt like a stroke of luck. A little knowledge hungry, you could say.

               He purses his lips, figuring he's done the best he can from healing most of the injury with his medical ninjutsu, successfully regenerating some of the fractured bones without taking up too much of his chakra. He takes his hand away, then reaches into his back pocket for a small roll of gauze, beginning to wrap the woman's hand.

               "You'll need this for support. Try not to flex your fingers too much."

               He smiles, but it's a little forced. Smiling tends to make people more comfortable, so he tries it.

               "Maybe you could tell me a little about yourself in return? You look familiar."

[pillarofpeace]

Night Lights [Yahiko & Yoshiko]

continued from here [x] @bcnafde

“Not for me, no.” Yahiko matched her smile with an amused one of his own. Such sincerity and brightness was rare even among the shinobi of the Rain, but almost unseen on the faces of foreigners who were often frustrated that a mission would send them to scout such an unpleasant location. Yahiko knew that look well, and had worn it himself on occasion. His country could make even frogs and fish grow sick of the rain.

Her geniality drew him closer, and he came to stand at her side, gazing up at the towers that she had been staring at when he found her. Each lamp threw a hazy ring of light into the mist and rain, and that’s where it stopped. The orange glow that enveloped the city in the dark seemed to exist on its own, as if simply a part of what night was in Amegakure. Like the ever-present smell of metal, or the sleepy izakaya whose patrons never lingered for long after the first drink.

“Pleasant, huh?” Yahiko mused, one hand finding its way to his hip for lack of anything else to hold on to. “I don’t think even the people here would call it that, but I’m glad you think so.”

The rain fell less heavily on the streets that weaved between the towers, most of it catching on some balcony or awning higher up, but the few citizens who were still out so late passed Yahiko and the foreign shinobi with vinyl umbrellas and hooded coats. No one looked at them, and plodded quietly along to their destinations as if warding a storm.

“The name’s Yahiko, by the way.” He flicked a finger toward her headband. “Not that it’s my job or anything, but I like welcoming newcomers to this place. No one else’s gonna do it.”

[kaknzn]

“I don’t care how tough you are. You can’t ignore that.”

     The gaping hole in his chest might have been a problem for another man, but Kakuzu had a stash of other hearts to back him up, and his body was already on the mend. Of course, it hurt  like hell; letting other people know how much pain he was in was going to give them an edge over him in battle though, and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

     Kakuzu just grunted at the younger Taki, and kept his eyes fixed on them, his nature of mistrust and his vulnerable state wouldn’t let him give away more than that.

      “What about you? We’re both in rough shape from that fight. We aren’t exactly comrades... but enemy of my enemy...”

[shikkotsunin]

🌸 // hello i hope u dont mind......

Name: Adamant Fortress

Classification: Ninjutsu

Nature: Earth & Crystal Release

Class: Defensive

Rank: B-Rank

Derivation Jutsu: Crystal Release: Crystal Encampment Wall & Earth Release: Earth-style Wall

Though a relatively simple jutsu to execute, its defensive capabilities are nearly unparalleled. While Yoshiko utilizes Earth-style Wall to create an enormous earthen wall dozens of feet in height while Sakura uses Crystal Encampment Wall to coat that in even thicker defenses and form a flat plane overhead to act as a thick roof, providing defense from below as well as encompassing them. Any enemies who come too close will be absorbed by the crystal, making it difficult to approach with melee attacks.

[ultimumspes]

“ how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ? ” @ muse of ur choice!

“You can’t,” the Uzumaki answered simply, fiddling around with an old crumpled sheet of paper and trying to turn it into one of those pretty origami flowers he was partial to, “The opposite is true. If you want to destroy a monster, take down something bigger and badder and crueler than you...You have to become bigger and badder and crueler than them in return. And when all is said and done, it’s also up to you to decide if you can forgive yourself for that.”

[ketsuekki]

mist nin brat.

"A brat, am I..?"

Minami finished plucking scabs from her wrist, nails instead finding place beside the gentle curve of her hip as Yoshiko's words took root in her ears, short and sinful and scathing. She turned, the very air itself seemingly stolen of its voice as the wraith approached the older, shorter woman.

How dare she call her a brat? She, a creature of fickle, senseless morals slathered onto a child-woman's body?!

"I appreciate jokes, Hisakawa. I like them, even, but the next time you call me that, I'll skin you fucking alive."

There was no humour to be found on Minami's tongue.

[ketsuekki]

⭐️ hey u >:U

HEADCANON TIME!!>:3 hey u

Minami was sixteen when they first met, coming across each other in a town near Fire’s northwestern border. It had been ravaged by an ongoing gang war, anyone and everyone becoming caught up in the violence. With Konoha too far away and too expensive, the people turned to Taki for support.

Normal folk were terrified. They’d run to their homes for safety — and find none. The Bloody Wraith, as they called it, slaughtered dozens in the night, many of its victims found dead in their own beds. People would wake up to find the streets covered in blood and viscera, pouring into drains like there had been some horrific flood. They begged the waterfall ninja to rid them of their monster.

Dressed in civilian clothes, Yoshiko was unrecognizable as a ninja. Night had already fallen when she was approached by a young woman, green hair nearly obscuring her bruised face completely. Eight months pregnant and more than a little shy, Minami walked awkwardly to the stranger. There was a crumpled pamphlet in her hands, held against her chest as if it was something precious. The woman - girl? - spoke, but her voice was so quiet it better belonged to a ghost than a human.

“I’m sorry, but, um, can you read this for me?”