#tenebrisforibus

[sunagakurenosato]

”i’m gonna miss you, you know.”

There was a palpable pause as Sasori packed his scrolls into Hiruko. Sasori had never been missed. He left his tribe when he was young and hurting, and no one thought to seek him out —not even Granny, who probably took a few days to notice. He hopped off the next one in search of beauty and met little resistance, which was expected-- being the oddity of a bunch of oddities.

The children of the desert liked to remind themselves that they were all subject to the shifting desert sands, buried and forgotten at the gods' whims. Sasori sought to be something more than that. And yet, he wasn't entirely sure what to do once he is that--- at least something... to someone.

"I'll miss you too," Sasori turned to Tobirama, a smile slipping out despite himself. "I'll be back in a few months. Maybe three," three is a good number, he thought to himself. Perhaps earlier, if the desert gods permit safe passage. "And I'll bring back some things!" Poisons, of course. He'll milk whatever vipers he would pass by-- perhaps a whole nest of them. "And books... I know someone who is in charge of a whole library of books! They mentioned one that had a dual soul theory--- we could study that."

[lvyeshou]

“GAI-SENSEI!” Tenten shrieks. She shows him the mobile phone. Their latest little video has just broken the 10k streak. “Look!!!!!! All because we took a short shot of Madara-san!!!” She laughs hard. That was so unexpected!!!! He gotta tell his tenant that he’d gone viral!

Gai peers down at the view count — ten thousand?! “YOSH!!” A loud clap resounds as they high five, before Gai is pulling out his own phone to pull the reel up. “It was a stroke of genius to include him in this trend. You make a great creative director with your impassioned efforts.”

It’s only in the evening that Gai gets to show Madara the reel. He plays it back for him:

Tenten’s voice from behind the camera, asking members of Team Gai one at a time how many years ago they were born. Lee enthusiastically cries, “FIFTEEN!”

Neji glances up to the camera, arms crossed across his chest. “Fifteen.”

Then Lee’s voice takes over as the camera zooms in to Tenten, who winks and says, “Fifteen!”

Tenten’s voice again, and Gai strikes a flamboyant pose before confidently saying, “Twenty-one!”

Then finally, a shaky shot of Madara, with Tenten barely getting the question out amidst her laughter. He shoots Tenten a weird look behind the camera, then grumbles, “Ninety-t—-”

The reel cuts to a picture of a dinosaur with Madara’s face edited over it.

The reel loops back to Lee, and Gai taps on the view count. “Madara-san, you’re VIRAL!”

Madara is giving him an extremely irritated glare. Gai grins. “We’ve got to film more reels tomorrow! Tenten’s got a whole week’s worth of content in mind already.”

[sunagakurenosato]

hc + food, sasori 😂

Warring States + Founders Era Sasori

There are two sides to this:

Firstly, since Sasori was a desert nomad who had decided to strike out on his own, he had known hunger and thirst-- the likes of which he thought would be the end of him. Some days, they will travel the steppe where there are animals to be killed, flora to be harvested. Sasori is well versed in preserving food for ages to come--- well past how long they would stay fresh sealed in a common scroll. At other times, they would go long, long days without meeting another soul.

A man will do what it takes to survive-- especially traveling alone where no true taboo exists out of the mind. So he will eat whatever he needs to--- be it regular meat, desert rodents, insects, arachnids, offal, long pork, you name it. This is also why he starts out in his travels with a waifish appearance, short and skinny for someone his age.

So imagine his surprise when he arrives in the lush (and freaky) forests of Hi no Kuni. (They are so freaky, how do people live here when they can't even see the horizon?!) Imagine his surprise when he sees fruits just hanging on trees, ripe for the picking. At some point, Hiruko was so full of food because Sasori was in utter disbelief that this would not be a one-time deal. (He got a tummy ache eating all of the mangoes because one had already turned mushy and he wasn't about to let food go to waste.)

It is Tobirama and Madara (@tenebrisforibus) who open up to him the concept of a food trip. Which in this era means taking up shinobi jobs in places where the local food scene is fire and then eating their way through the region. Like a true foodie, he does keep a scroll with maps, drawings of the food and little descriptions once he's gotten the hang of writing.

In the peace times, they would hang in Tito Jimmy's karinderya or his wife's sushi restaurant next door. Sasori finds it curious that there are preparation techniques that makes the sea food not taste... sea food-y--- and that this does not rely on butt loads of yogurt or spices like it does in his home. He tries to take a peek at the kitchen whenever he can.

[sunagakurenosato]

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@tenebrisforibus

There is a new sign in front of Sasori’s stone house that reads:

“Do not feed Scorpio. (Scorpio is the scorpion)”

Beneath the sign was said scorpion, which was about the size of a common house cat—so a baby, as far as giant scorpions were concerned. She would have been treated as such with a little bed indoors if Sasori didn’t find the hand of one of his experiments peeking out of her chelicerae, gnawing on bone.

@tenebrisforibus

Tobirama is fifteen and, according to his unusual friend, 'growing like a weed'. (In a few more years, Sasori will be terribly miffed to find that Senju do not grow like weeds, but in fact, sprout like trees.) He pauses outside the seemingly nothing mound of sand, before the hidden doorstep of which is tethered a scorpion that is the size of a house cat. Tobirama stares at the scorpion, who stares back. Behind the Senju is a sack filled with, ehm, interesting little specimen from-- "Don't feed, huh," Tobirama mutters to himself. "Suppose you'll let me pass without getting stung, then?" He asks, addressing the scorpion, who-- of course, cannot reply.

"She's skittish around strangers." A patch of red hair poked out of the tree trunk where the door to Sasori's workshop was. It was a myth that young scorpions were more venomous than their older counterparts--- but they were more likely to be defensive and sting at the slightest provocation. "But she produces a healthy amount of venom--- quite a lot recently, if you're still looking for some."

Reconstituted to modify whatever struck Sasori's fancy. He's been tinkering with how to convert it into a corrosive gas.

It may or may not be due to a voracious appetite. Giant scorpions could go weeks without food, but this one goes chirping for seconds just a few hours after it's eaten. And growing at an exponential rate at that.

Speaking of--

"Do I need a bigger door?" Sasori turned to Tobirama. And a higher ceiling. Shit, he's going to need to move isn't he.

[defiantflames]

You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. (Madara)

The weight of his father’s words press his gaze to the floor. He knew the moment he disobeyed orders his father would hear about it. The burn of justification fills his chest, and pushes back the rising tide of shame and disappointment. Fighting against the heaviness, he wrenches his eyes from the floor to stare directly at his dad.

“As a shinobi, that’s always the risk we carry. You know that tousan!” Words hot and reckless, still a fresh solider too eager to give everything for the pride of fighting for home and family.

@tenebrisforibus / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄

[motherofsharingan]

The young ravenettr pursed her lips at no answering, but she did catch sight of those eyes flicker at her. The book is lowered to properly keep staring at Tobirama. Hm. She’s primarily here because she had gotten bored of watching her uncle do the very same thing, but at least with him she’d get answers back.

Maybe he’s simply too focused. But he didn’t tell her to leave outright. Least not yet. So she tried again.

Mikoto crept closer to the desk and carefully leaned over the stacks of papers, not giving a glance at what they read.

“Can I help? Give the approved ones to daddy?”

@tenebrisforibus

[sunagakurenosato]

@tenebrisforibus

Tobirama listened with interest to his acquaintance's words. Hashirama said much the same; the Senju learned everything they could of the forest and all things within it. He has seen Hashirama turn plants into life-saving medicine, and likewise saw him turn them into opposites. The puppet continued to lumber as Sasori walked beside it. "I can eat spicy things just fine," Tobirama replies. "But I think, what may be spicy for you might be lethal for me. I think I better brace myself just in case." He looks around at the vast golden horizon around them. "There's a likely spot for a well." He points. "Ten kilometers thereabouts. A good, nice depth..."

"I'll ask Granny to mix yogurt in," Sasori nodded his head. Not that Granny was known for being a cook--- not much other than her poisons and her... eccentricities. "She's weird by the way. But if you want a steady supply of poisons, she's the best at extracting them."

Sasori turned in the direction that Tobirama pointed. "You can sense it from this far?" He has known of no other sensors besides Tobirama —the remarkable features of that kind of shinobi unfurling themselves only on occasions such as these.

He, himself, had no talent for extending his senses further than the mid-range fighting he was used to with his puppets. At least, not without help.

Sasori lifted Hiruko's head with his chakra strings and attached one to the stolen eyes that rested behind Hiruko's petrified skull. The dead eyes might only have had a fraction of a living Hyuuga's depth of vision--- it was still leagues beyond what a normal eye was capable of seeing.

"I see it," the shadow of the well. And a heading. "We'll need to make sure it's not poisoned."

Ambushes in the desert were not uncommon.

[uchihasghost]

Leans against. Yawns.

Tobirama leans against him and Madara lifts a hand from the scroll unfurled in his lap to hold at his cheek, to tuck the other's face into his neck. It's really too warm to indulge, but there's a cross breeze from the courtyard and they've been too busy for casual affection lately.

He lets the other rest there a moment before he taps the letters closest to his left knee.

"Have you seen this sequence of lettering before?"