#bonepierced

[nevermissing]

*casually gives tenten a flower*

– despite herself,    she flushes brightly, eyes finding the offered object in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, gentle hands displaying it to her.  she hesitates, unable to fight how her lips quirk upwards at the corner, and gingerly takes the flower from him, careful not to harm it. 

❝  thank you.  i’ll make sure to keep it in some water – but maybe next time you can show me where you find them so we can see them grow, yeah?  ❞

[nevermissing]

@bonepierced

-- kabuto had asked her  so nicely to either stay with him or to stay within certain areas of the base because he didn’t want the INFLUENCE of others in the base to affect her.  she’d agreed, of course; cracked a few jokes about her being a grown woman and being able to take care of herself, him warning her a final time.  she hadn’t listened, clearly, which was apparent in the way she was wandering dangerously close to the outside of the lines that kabuto had so clearly drawn out for her.

      her irresponsible wandering had led to her discovering the training grounds that kabuto had mentioned she should avoid -- after all, the very people she shouldn’t be near would be using that to practice -- and yet her curiosity egged her on to open the door and peek out onto the grounds.

      tenten had never seen weaponry like the ones he was wielding. smooth, white. almost the same look as ... 

     she watches as the weaponry pierces through his flesh; watches as he does not flinch as new sword-like fragments erupt from his palms, watches as the skin closes up as if nothing had happened. they looked like bones because they were bones. 

      words leave her mouth before she even realizes she’s spoken; she has a WEAKNESS for weaponry, especially any she wasn’t familiar with, and this was something she’d never seen before. ❝ that’s -- that’s incredible. ❞ 

[mulcibercruoris]

@bonepierced

“How do you do that?” The older man takes the bone that Kimimaro just dropped onto the table and takes a look at it.

“Creating bones from within your body. A kekkei genkai I suppose?”

[sinaesthesias]

mason: i am a child of god also mason: kimimaro is Bone Daddy. 

[sinaesthesias]

Kimimaro 6c

i’d sell them to satan for one corn chip. @bonepierced

[hostbody]

@bonepierced;;

Sakon surveyed the landscape as Ukon slipped back in for his usual rest. He couldn’t help but look around with his usual sadistic smile as he counted the bodies on the ground. He had to had it to Kimimaro this time, he may not always be fond of his leadership, but this time he just let him have fun and take care of all of this. Losing count in the late 40s he decided maybe it was time to go meet up with his leader again. 

“So, any more fun for us to have today?”

[hyperacusis-blog]

— @bonepierced

  words were not her forte - never had been and never will be, but even if she had a silver tongue words would have still failed her in this moment. To think that he who embodied everything she wished she could be would be standing there! But it made her curious - what was Lord Orochimaru’s favorite doing out here?

  standing tall in a futile effort to look as imposing as a ninja of her stature could possibly be, Mai swallows thickly before allowing her picked-apart thoughts to finally tumble from her mouth before she could be reprimanded for staring. 

  ❝ So, ah... what brings you to this corner of the village? ❞