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[sandshield]

open.

gaara holds up his hands, fingers curled inwards to mimic paws, "...nya?"

[beatstalent]

@unmeikatte / sc.

and as the team wait for their next mission (which was still around a week away), despite lee having all the time in the world to prepare — he seems like he cannot contain his excitement! jogging around (or more so orbiting around neji) — lee huffs and puffs in a rhythm, before increasing his pace.

"we must always be prepared—!!" he chimes between huffs, "whether the mission is one day away, or one year — we must remain sharp, neji!"

[vsagis]

@loveheir said: “Pancake is mine now.” Katsuki declares while sitting cross legged on the floor, stroking the rabbit’s fur. ( he’s been watching too many rabbit videos

"Nuh-uh! Get your own bunny, Pancake is staying with me!"

[rabbitprose]

                            picks  them  up  and  tosses  them  over  his  shoulder.

[redqheen]

𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖘,     make themselves known into existence,      into the very air that surrounds them and the chamber of the painted table.      he moves as his name describes      :      silent scurries of legs that are not noticed until too late.     until he is close enough that demure,     scarred palms are now held in his own scented hands.     the gesture is welcomed.     softness expressed between two allies in the privacy where they can be comfortable enough to do so.     𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.      ❛      GOOD.     then you know i mean it when i say fire and blood will come to fruition should anyone dare harm my people.      ❜     and that means you too,     dear spy.     it’s not needed to be spoken for the gravity of it to be understood.      𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬,     a promise made and a promise to be kept.

so there is it,     that break past the facade that gives a little insight into the spies mind.     fingers now free of his grasp she turns to press them down flat upon the painted table.     gaze remains locked upon king’s landing,     the lion figurine seated upon it before she flicks it over.      it makes a dull thud once on it’s side.      ❛      𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚔,    such fine patterns that their prey never see their untimely demise until it’s too late?      someone like you,     varys is needed.     𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊        who our duty lies with are safe,     fed and have a roof to sleep under when the night comes.      ❜      

❛      𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚.     they swing on the pendulum,     from one ruler to the next.     speak in honey soaked words to faces but spew venom and poison when their backs are turned.      ❜      tiers pull into a tight line and then she turns,     hip pressed to the table’s edge.     𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗,     𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖓𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖓𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊.     a dragon is a fearsome adversary,     deadly enemy to face.      but what is worse,      is when they have allies who are just as dangerous.    𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎,     𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑.      ❛      should they cast even a not so pleasant look your way,     they will face the dragon.     you will not be stepped on,     you will aid me in breaking this wheel.      ❜

continued from here.         @lyspider

[sandshield]

@bakisensei asked: “ Where did you come from? ” / accepting!

and such a question was to be expected — learned from his father, pushed further into his habits by those who had attacked him, gaara's steps were often completely silent. it was like he was a ghost; weightless and non-existent — always appearing around the corner, and oft, people would immediately launch into instinctive retaliation.

it was something he was used to; something he chose not to question anymore.

"i made you some tea," a small cup set delicately aside, as they're to discuss important matters together. gaara wondered if baki was more attuned to his ability to seemingly reappear and disappear, or if a sense of recklessness rested in his stomach...

but while he believed in baki's strength, thoughts couldn't help but drift. years and years of being feared left him to wonder.

"let's sit down," despite gaara's softer nature now, the moment he set down a heavy gourd, was confirmation enough of his strength. that alone was often apt to send people running —

— but those days were over now, weren't they?

the way gaara looks to baki, a look that was poorly-disguised paranoia of being too imposing, was indication enough of his fear of going back to that time.

[vsagis]

@jikanyahana for Anko!

"Okay, I love it for you how your popular culture froze up whenever it was you stopped consuming it, but I absolutely do not love it for me.” There’s only so many times he can mourn a great movie or game reference being completely lost on the other. “Cancel your plans, fishboy, I’m about to give you a run-down of everything you need to know, whether you like it or not.”

[vsagis]

continued from @paterprouno

Izuku lets out an exasperated sigh and spreads his arms helplessly. "Does it always have to have a purpose?" He doesn't expect the other villain to give him an answer, nor does he need to get one.

The way he sees it, keeping the nomu unused just in case is wasting resources, but he's not going to say it out loud. It's like playing a video game, buying some good potions for your character and saving them for the big boss battle, but then you blink and you finished the game without ever using them. Kind of pointless.

"Well," he's obstinate in his decision to use different wording, even if the video game metaphor sounds cool, "Isn't it, like, important to show them you're powerful and can destroy them just like that?" A pause. "And the drama. And that je ne sais quoi the nomu have, the eldritch horror, the beast that gets up after every attack—"