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Prompts Announcement!

First of all, thank you all for your interest! The other mods and I have discussed extensively the prompts, and have decided to have book genres and art movements as master theme for this year's Kakuzu event, in tribute to our very own Kakuzu's love for books. We don't expect anyone to make a whole baroque or symbolic painting, and your writing doesn't have to fit that day's genre if you don't want. You can take as much or as little inspiration from them, mix them, or ignore them completely. Romance is of course possible for all prompts and genres!

We haven't dedicated a single day for free day, as such we accomodate for it any day.

We have also decided to add "vibes" to each day. If they spark inspiration, go ahead!

Transcript of the prompts :

Day 1 : Affiliation + Identity + Masks. Genre : Mystery. Art movement : Surrealism. Vibes : The Unknown, The Many, the Hidden

Day 2 : North + Shogi. Genre : Symbolism. Art movement : Symbolism. Vibes : Alternate settings, Understanding or accomodating the unexplained.

Day 3 : Hobbies + Parnership. Genre : Slice of Life/Realism. Art movement : Impressionism. Vibes : Appreciating the mundane, Kakuzu's day off.

Day 4 : Body horror + Monster/Human + Earth Grudge Fear. Genre : Horror. Art movement : Expressionism. Vibes : Graphic and gorey.

Day 5 : Immortality + Mythology. Genre : Fantasy. Art movement : Secession. Vibes : The Unreal.

Day 6 : Memory + Pioneer. Genre : Autobiography. Art movement : Portraits. Vibes : The Memories, the Sentiments, the First Times.

Day 7 : “Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.” + Tough Skin. Genre : Tragedy. Art movement : Baroque. Vibes : Wrath, Greed, Pretended Indifference, Resilience, the Imperfect.

Please remember to check the rules if you haven't already! Have fun creating, we're looking forward to your posting!

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Kakuzu week - Day 5 - Fantasy

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Rebirth

Kakuzu week 2023 day 7: Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages

Kakuzu was sure the first heart would be rejected. He gasped, tried focusing on a single bright star on the horizon as his two organs pounded out of sync. If he could overcome this, the feeling of his body on the verge of mutiny, then he could endure anything. He clutched at his chest, fingers digging between the new stitches. Just below the surface, his insides felt like an abyss of writhing worms. No. It was an abyss of writhing worms. The threads twisted around his finger tips at his beckoning. What had he done? And if this was just the beginning, what would he become? Vengeance and rage no longer coursed through his veins. They’d become his veins, ligaments, nerve endings, all hidden beneath a human facade, ready to lash out. Better than any tendon or bone. At least that’s what he told himself. Because right now the shortness of breath and chest pain didn’t exactly scream of unfuckwithable power. It just kind of felt like dying.

He didn’t have time to dwell on it. There were more elders to make victims. More neighbors to make mourners. More life to make his own. And he’d take it all, purge extraneous hearts later if he couldn’t bend them to his will. He couldn’t finish off Hashirama, but he’d finish off this village, ensnare the elders in a hell of his own making, his rib cage their prison.

Two hearts warring for chakra and vasculature, he stalked down the stone pathway to the next house. He didn’t let himself take in the village glowing in the moonlight. It had always been a kind of prison, hadn’t it, with all of its expectations and conventions? Villages were replaceable. And apparently hearts were as well.

The second time was easier. The writhing threads more obedient, more ruthless. A crack, a squelch, a new racing pulse to tame.

The third time yielded an even greater surge of chakra. He could get used to this.

Back on the footpath outside, the omnipresent rush of waterfalls greeted him once again, but he turned his back; they were no longer the sound of home. Rivers raged in the valley, grinding stone to dust. He’d seen wind whip through this valley, felling the weak. In the dry season, when the waterfalls faded to thin whisps, he’d watched lightning strike and wildfires rage. And yet with destruction, each element carved a space for the life that endured.

This wasn’t a tragedy. It was a rebirth.

Kakuzu hardened his fist and burst through the last elder’s house.

Happy birthday king! 🖤🫀🎂 not a super happy ficlet but just a little something I pounded out waiting for my delayed flight (sorry for typos!) inspired by the wonderful kakuzu week prompts.

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Interest check for Kakuzu week!

Hey! If you are a fan of Kakuzu, like us, then perhaps you’ll be interested in Kakuzu week, a fandom event spanning a week from the 8th of August to the 15th of August to celebrate our favourite old man!

Many forms of content are accepted, and you can check the rules first to make sure you know the boundaries of this event.

Here is a link to the interest check, which will help us mods determine what prompts to have for the event! Suggestions are always welcome! 

The form will be open for 10 days, so if you’re interested make sure to fill it out before July 13th!

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Hello everyone and welcome to day 1 of Kakuzu Week! All the mods are very excited to see today's submissions :D