#liontrance

[manifi-art]

talk about the legs pls

Physical attributes | Accepting

Her legs make up most of her height, rather than her torso. No, despite being physically active due to the demands of the life of a shinobi, she does not have a thigh gap. Her thigh do brush while walking. 

On a mission, she’s well-balance and speed (nothing compared to her husband’s). Off duty, she can be a klutz and trip over air. Despite her moments, she is graceful, unless she’s pissed. 

They’re pretty solid from the well-defined muscles she has. 

Her gait shifts from the mood she’s in, like anyone else. She’ll run you over if you’re not walking with a purpose. She’s a fast walker (unless pregnant) and light footed. There is a potential of herself tripping over nothing. If she’s pissed, she tends to walk rather heavy footed and slower, arms folded or by her sides. 

[tennome-a]

“for once… i was right.”

“ It’s notfor once as you’re often right.” The doctor said in reply asthey walked through the corridors of the medical department.

Earlier. It’s nothing but a cough and the ex-heiresswas brushed off by her father. There was more to it, she knew it and didn’ttrust it. She was quick to get medical aid for her father. He could be stubbornbut so could see, especially if it concerned the well-being of her loved ones.  

Once at the medical department, the head of the secondcaste was quick to join her back to the compound. Just a cough he said. No. Thehead of the clan suffered from bronchitis. For further observation he was to behospitalized. Not something he took well.

“ Giveyourself more credit. Your father should be grateful to have you as his daughter.”In a Chuckle, “ I know he is.”

[hxashx]

@liontrance replied to your post “Your brother and nephew are more attractive than you and your girls...”

thx for defending me dad <333

“Most beautiful Hyuuga child.

Marry a Hyuuga, or that title will go to your sister.”

[manifi-art]

Brr!!

Caught in a snowstorm | Not Accepting

Kushina despised the snow. She would walk through it, but that was about all she could handle. The feeling of the icy drops on her face, as she stared up at the white sky. The snowstorm had begun to form whilst on a mission with the young genin. She pushed aside the hatred, knowing it would stir the kyuubi inside. 

She held onto the girl as they pushed through snow that was to her knees and almost to Hinata’s waist. There was no possible way to jump trees in this storm, let alone teleport with a seal. The young teen began to tilt forward, pulling her upright by her jacket. They were both exhausted. The snowstorm wasn’t supposed to hit for another few hours. 

Yet they were caught in the middle of it. 

They eventually stumbled upon a small cave that they could make refuge until the storm subsided. Their clothes soaked from the snow. Gripping the Hyuuga’s wrist as she started to unzip her wet jacket, she gave a stern retort. “Do not take off your jacket, Hinata. You may feel hot, but you need it to survive these conditions.” 

Keeping the genin close to her, having the one blanket she brought along wrapped around them for extra warmth and a scarf around Hinata. It was still cold, but it was what they had to make do. Some warmth but not enough. Head on top of hers, the Uzumaki watched the blizzard roar outside. As her eyes closed, she swore she could have seen the figure of the girl’s mother lingering above them, with a firmer grip on the girl. Words fell from her lips softly.

“Don’t be here to take her away, Michiko. I’m doing my best...” 

[bloodandstrings]

                  PUPPET MASTER. that's what they call him. known for his ability to manipulate people solely for the benefit of his own purpose- he's DAMN good at it, if his success was any indication. (  needless to mention the constant prowling on the streets as police attempt to garner evidence of his whereabouts. instead they find artfully crafted wood in his place fit with glassy eyes and fancy edges. designed to implode their investigation, they work, because eventually they give up their search.   )  yes, he’s always been FREE.

HE’S SEEN. his organization? a HAVEN for drugs and trade, a sanctuary for addicts and those "trying out."

HE CONTROLS. on top of the food chain, he is WORSHIPED as the king of the hierarchy. accompanied by his puppet, he is mystery's disguise, respected and held to the highest standard across the country. few say the puppet is cursed. others say it was what had led to his FORTUNE.

HE HOLDS AN EMPIRE. gangs before him have been wiped out before they could start. losing to a SUBPAR product would only serve to tarnish his reputation. he can't let that happen. (  what kind of businessman would he be, then?  ) 

          there's only one he can't seem to diminish, however.

it is the trademark brand of a highly-addictive TOXIN created to enhance the user's eyesight. as the current market's bestselling drug, many would KILL to have a whiff of it. police were desperate to find the leading source considering the many who'd fallen blind because of it. USELESS. the investigation proved to be a major FAILURE. the PROFITS milked from the drug allowed its beholder to live a life of consistent LUXURY and protection. CLIENTS couldn't talk, WORKERS were threatened into secrecy.

          they did a good job of keeping it hush hush. he’s even blamed, and as much as he would like to take the credit, he knows it is not the art of HIS WORK, because NO ONE was able to crack down the coordinate shipments they came from.

          and that is why he suspects the billionaire hyūga household to be apart of it. ILLEGAL DRUG TRADE? they have the resources, and all of the operations must be over the phone since he's never seen the businessman of the house entering the city's most questionable areas. at least, that's what a little birdie tells him.

          that’s why he’s become all the more suspicious.

months of watching and waiting with the restlessness of his desires tugging down on him, it’s finally time to STRIKE. his goal? search the mansion and scavenge whatever they can use against the drug dealer. if his intuition was right, he could possibly make millions. as long as he got his hands on that recipe... FUCK IT, he would.

the afternoon’s the perfect time , with him being out and its remaining members not home. he's studied their schedules, knows the ins and outs, only determined to make sure everything goes smoothly.

           when his men disable the alarm system from the outside, (  they've learn the password, watching them for so LONG.  ) they sweep in from the window and split up to look. time is their biggest issue; they doesn't have much, mainly because of the SIZE of this house. six hours maximum would give them time to check at least ten rooms. it would suffice, but their pace has to be CONSTANT.

the few servants inside are roaming around running errands. avoiding murder would be their biggest challenge, though it was doable. stealth would have to be on their SIDE. otherwise, he sees no reason to worry as long as they’re out of his way.

that was UNTIL he senses movement in one of the bedrooms he passes in the corridor, a teenage girl's voice following shortly after. eyes widened, he stops. 

              SHIT. shouldn't they be in school?

@liontrance