#bloodandstrings

[thirdstartokonoha]

@bloodandstrings it’s time to come back, bitch

[thirdstartokonoha]

“kick his ass for me.”

of course, kankuro’s perfectly capable of kicking anyone’s ass he wishes–nearly as capable as temari, and that was saying something. but, there must be something particularly satisfying about seeing your older sister do it. especially when the misogynistic douchebag starts claiming ‘science has proved women are weaker than men’, and, when confronted by the nasty looks of several girls and the (few) decent men in the bar, starts making period jokes. like a good brother, kankuro brought it to her attention.

she doesn’t necessarily like being violent, and as she crosses the bar to him, she hears her karate sensei’s voice telling her not to use her skills for personal gain. but as she approaches him, his eyes very notably linger on her thighs. and approximately half a second later, temari has no doubt that this is for the good of the entire planet.

an uppercut to the jaw and a kick to the shin has the asshole on the floor, crying for his mother. a shocked silence prefaces loud cheering, and then the bartender’s yelling at her to get out. “yeah yeah, i’m going.” tossing her head, she grabs kankuro’s arm on her way out.

“worth it,” she shrugs outside, “and hey, free beer.”

[thirdstartokonoha]

he hadn't really known what to get her. not really. cheap "fuck you" birthday cards weren't in favor this year, so the best he could come up with was a finger-paint drawing he'd done earlier with his nephew, and by the end of the full hour, the two had been covered in bright, colorful paint from head-to-toe, shikadai riding his shoulder. tiny hands outstretching in an attempt to hand it over to his mother, a snicker from himself when the kid's smart enough not to drop it.

inside the card was a disfigured corpse that looked suspciously too much like her husband, but the title spelled out light and clear: HAPPY BIRTHDAY. creative enough. 2/2

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she’d known something was up as soon as kankuro came downstairs and made a beeline for shikadai. it wasn’t distrust plaguing her, but rather intense curiosity, so she goes about her evening just the same as all the others, finishing her paperwork, double-checking shikamaru’s, and drinking three cups of tea. kankuro loves his nephew, despite everything, and he’s a good uncle to the eleven-month old. his behavior is more than she dared hope for, but as kankuro himself said, ‘it’s not the kid’s fault who his father is’. things are still tense between them, but she knows kankuro still loves her, too. (except it is her fault who she married.)

all in all, she feels like she can’t disturb this moment, but throughout the curious passes her eyes take over her son and her brother, she notices the amount of paint growing on both of them. red, blue, yellow, especially red, covering entire sections of shikadai’s tiny body and impressive amounts of kankuro’s.

the next time she goes to look up, they’re coming toward her. the fact that kankuro picked up shikadai and placed him on his shoulder makes something in temari’s chest ache, mostly unpleasantly. but a few seconds of struggling is all it takes for her to push past it, and bestow a wide smile upon her son. mama is one of the only words he can say (but he’s not even a year old, so it’s very impressive), and he says it now, presenting her with the card.

“for me?” temari asks, eyes sliding briefly over to her brother, who--and she might be imagining it--is smiling a little himself. her heart does that funny thing again, and this time she must distract herself with the card. the title is clearly kankuro’s doing, but shikadai picked out all the colors, she sees, evidenced by his tiny hands, more colorful than they’ve ever been. but her eyes happen upon the image of a corpse, and temari’s smile disappears for a countable four seconds. when it returns, thin-lipped and tight, she won’t look at kankuro anymore.

“thanks. i love it.”

she plucks shikadai from her brother, holding him to her chest, where his tiny face can rest in the crook of her shoulder, where he can’t see her face. her son, hers and shikamaru’s son, who looks remarkably like his father but who, they can tell already, will act a lot like his mother. she doesn’t regret what she did or who she married, but she does regret what it did to her brother. she does regret the knowledge that things between them will never be the same, that they’ll never be close again--maybe if she didn’t know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, she could fake it.

but in the interest of trying, despite what she knows, because his birthday had been worse and if they can just make progress every time they’re together again, maybe there’s a shred of hope she can cling to, she doesn’t leave the room like she wants to. she--slowly, because part of her thinks he’ll move away--wraps one arm around him. it’s a sham of a hug, but maybe, because she has shikadai, he’ll hug her back.

[leafmedic]

THROWS URL AT!!!!!

Let’s Give ‘Em Something to Talk About || @bloodandstrings || not accepting

Do I Follow Them: YES. Why Did I Follow Them: I was a new blog and saw a Kankuro, so I signed the fuck up.Do We Role Play: I actually think we have more headcanons established than interactions. But I’m patiently waiting.Do I Want To Role Play With Them: YES.An AU Idea For Our Muses: I really wanted that softball au. OOH. I really wanna see the two of them in an A:TLA verse. Both benders that move into the city and meet each other. It would be neat!A Song For Our Muses: Hand That Feeds by Nine Inch Nails, particularly the line “What if this whole crusade’s a charade and behind it all there’s a price to be paid”.Do I Ship Our Muses: No. I mean, I’m not against the ship, but I don’t ship our particular portrayals.What I Think About The Mun: CALA IS LOVE CALA IS LIFE. She’s just as unapologetically herself as her muse and I laugh every freaking time I get to talk to her. I just absolutely adore her. Overall Opinion: This one was one of the first blogs I legit fell in love with, from the style to the portrayal to the mun. I will follow for-fucking-ever.Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 

[ikkakusenkin]

@bloodandstrings replied: look at that cheap boob job

plastic surgeries became a thing the second u were born

[thirdstartokonoha]

bloodandstrings replied to your post:[3:41:24 P Jess: THERE IS NO PRSENT JUST BE REAL...

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME.

EVEN ON MY BIRTHDAY

[thirdstartokonoha]

[3:41:24 PM] Jess: THERE IS NO PRSENT JUST BE REAL W/ ME [3:41:50 PM] white anime guy: 6THERE IS SHUT UP [3:41:55 PM] Jess: 6 [3:42:09 PM] white anime guy: SHUT UP THAT WAS A TYPO [3:42:29 PM] Jess: 7 [3:42:33 PM] Jess: WHY IS 6 AFRAID OF 7 [3:42:36 PM] Jess: BC 7 8 9 [3:42:50 PM] white anime guy: ......YOURE NOT MY SISTER ANYMORE

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me me me me

Opinion on;

Character in general: kankuro is a sarcastic asshole i love him but u already know thatHow they play them: u dont know kankuro until you’ve written with cala manThe Mun: soulmates. it’s like talking to kankuro himself and i might be biased bc i love all ur muses but u rly do a sweet job

Do I:

RP with them: hell yes on all her blogsWant to RP with them: always she fucking annoys me tho

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 4/5 heil hitlers

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

--------meme. accepting !!