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     Two masks had been released from Kakuzu’s back, the beasts of slick tendrils at work while their master sat idly by. Wind dug at the ground, a crater deep enough to shroud it from view growing even larger with each scoop of earth it threw upward, while Lightning prowled at the outskirts of the clearing to keep the deer at bay. Kakuzu rested on a fallen tree, elbows on his knees and fingers laced together. Black eyes didn’t leave the pit.

     This was taking much longer than he anticipated...

     It was then he heard something. What, he couldn’t discern, but he stood regardless. Only a few steps were needed to reach the edge of where the Wind beast sat within the hole. The creature was prodding (gently) at what Kakuzu had quickly discovered was a head. And while he knew exactly whose head it was the amount of decomposition had made his partner almost unrecognizable.

     ❝Mm... There you are.❞

          // @mortuiflores // ʜɪᴅᴀɴ

[waltzfire-a]

❛ oh, come on. you didn’t have to do all of... THAT. ❜ beads of sweat rolled down his cheek. was he nervous? yes. did he tend to get nervous around inosuke? sometimes. what exactly is tanjiro looking at? not even his keen sense of SMELL could figure it out.

@mortuiflores  ( inosuke )  /   STARTER CALL !

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@mortuiflores​ | liked for a starter!

As Tazz was walking through the halls of the Butterfly Mansion after having gotten a wound treated yet again, an unfamiliar scent reached her and made her pause in her steps. She sniffed the air, noticing that the source of the scent was coming closer. When the stranger turned the corner, she blinked when she saw that his face was a bit.. familiar.

That was when she realized that it was much like the Wind Pillar’s, fierce eyes and even a scar going over his face. Though he was a bit taller than Sanemi and had wild black hair in a mohawk, she could see the resemblance. She couldn’t help but let out a small sound of interest as she tilted her head, “Oh...?”

As he came closer, she pursed her lips and turned towards him, “Say, would you happen to be related to Snowflake- er, Shinazugawa Sanemi? Your face looks strikingly similar to his..” She discreetly sniffed again, realizing that his scent was similar as well before a friendly smile came to her face.

[pasttorn]

PROTECTION STARTERS ! ⟡ NOT ACCEPTING !

@mortuiflores​ said: "You are not okay." / hyakki to taho

       -- ❝ elder brother... i-- ❞ he starts, MOMENTS from answering like he wanted to, but trails off once he turns to look at them. whatever he was about to say is forgotten, shoulders slumping as gaze observes the other-- for once GLAD they couldn’t see the expression on his face.

       even with his desire to admit otherwise, to CONFIDE in the other as a sibling, rather than an acquaintance; the words are bitten back, believed to be better off left unsaid. with a deep breath, a hand comes to rest on hyakkimaru’s shoulder, gripping it lightly in a comforting manner as he offers them a smile & a slightly more upbeat tone. ❝ ... i’m alright. i TRULY am. more importantly, i’m worried about you. you must find it unpleasant to not see like a normal person. ❞ i wish i could fix that, he wanted to continue, but didn’t. not when their father’s hold on him was still strong, the inner debate between morals & duty still STRUGGLING to decide on a victor.

        & that was all he could say, or all he could bring himself to say. after all, nothing he was going through could EVER compare to what hyakkimaru had experienced-- he had no position nor no standing with which to say / admit he wasn’t, in fact, okay ( the worries seemed almost petty, borderline childish, when put side to side with his brother’s own problems ). for even with their forgiveness, pride & guilt wouldn’t allow him to relent & admit. not after everything he’d done & everything he’s said. at the very least, he could find solace in knowing they were happy, in knowing THEY were alright.

[repetiita-a]

@mortuiflores​(hidan)| STARTER

“I would advise against going into the shrine. You are incomplete. And if you are incomplete upon entering the shrine... You will not come back."

[wieldbrave]

*   ​ @mortuiflores asked   ⇢   while inosuke has nowhere near the expertise of tanjiro when it comes to food preparation , he also isn’t one to be willingly outdone , even with things he has no experience with. ESPECIALLY with things he has no experience with. ❝ i can do it too ! see ?! ❞ and he’s trying , he really is , but the onigiri he holds out to show looks more like a lumpy snowball than the other’s perfectly shaped triangles.

          it’s  been  a  while  since  tanjiro  last  made  this  much  food  for  the  benefit  of  others  (  a  stray,  sorrow - filled  thought  that  he  immediately  clamps  down  on  before  it  can  take  root  ),  but  it’s  as  satisfying  and  comforting  as  he  remembers  it  to  be.  he  works  with  quiet  diligence,  his  body  carrying  him  effortlessly  through  the  motions  as  deft  fingers  mould  the  handful  of  rice  between  his  palms  into  a  neat,  perfectly  shaped  triangle.  he  can  sense  inosuke’s  ever  intense  gaze  on  him,  watching  his  every  move  like  a  hawk  as  he  wraps  a  sheet  of  nori  around  the  mound  of  rice  and  rolls  it  through  a  bowl  of  sesame  seeds  before  placing  it  beside  nineteen  other  identical  pieces  of  onigiri.

          that  seems  to  be  the  final  straw  for  inosuke.

          tanjiro  startles  slightly  as  his  friend  suddenly  reaches  past  him  to  snatch  up  a  handful  of  rice,  roughly  mashing  it  between  his  hands  with  overzealous  gusto  to  form  a  peculiarly  lumpy  piece  of  onigiri,  which  inosuke  presents  to  him  with  obvious  pride.

          a  bright  smile  blossoms  across  tanjiro’s  features  as  he  claps  with  rice  covered  palms,  sweet  words  of  praise  tumbling  past  his  lips,   ❝   i  see,  i  see!  you  even  gave  it  a  unique  shape!  it  looks  delicious,  inosuke  —  let’s  wrap  it  in  nori  and  put  it  with  the  rest!   ❞

*    inbox call!

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mortuiflores replied to your post: zenitsu: sir, we don’t sell burgers here. ...

my first thought went to inosuke shouting at zenitsu with a “hey paNINI HEAD”

inosuke: OI PANINI HEAD! zenitsu: spell panini inosuke: .

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