ninkyōryū

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Naruto summon/ninja beast oc || about || rules

21+ only. mutuals only. selective. written by holly (any pronouns, 30+).

Regular dinosaur verse available!

Low activity, WIP

[taoreshi]

Even if the critical tension of the night sloughed off Zabuza's shoulders in waves, moments like these were often determined by snap decisions. If Haku had misjudged or Zabuza disregarded his assessment, blood would have been spilled. They took the lucky breaks when they could get them. Haku pulled a tattered blanket around his shoulders and huddled to the warmth of the fire. For all his cheeriness, he could not hide the fatigue that crept into him so easily. And, in silent response, Zabuza moved, mechanically to scoop from the pittance of mushroom and lemon grass soup and push the bowl into Haku's hands. "Eat." Haku mumbled something about 'Suraya' and the crocodile, but became winded quickly. Zabuza thought it was an exchange; Haku to eat for... what the rogue shinobi could only assume was to assist the behemoth reptilian skin the tough carcass. Not that he really thought an apex like her needed anything of the sort, but if it would quell Haku's worries and get calories into him, Zabuza was fine to acquiesce. Zabuza approached at Suraya's flank, well within her field of vision. "The legs on that thing are thick. Tail too, if you don't want to be picking scales out of your teeth." He paused, eyes flashing to the gore, entrails spilt, blood thick in the air. He could feel Kubikiri's excitement buzz from all the way over here. Kubikiri, however, was not the blade for the job, a detriment in size and appetite. Zabuza produced a slender knife and let it catch the glint of the fire. Armed, but not dangerous until given a reason. "Thing's fuckin' huge." He commented under his breath.

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Suraya focused on the task at hand as Zabuza looked after Haku. They'd have something more substantial to eat shortly, she'd see to that… but skinning some of the smaller parts required a dexterity that she didn't have. (Now that she was paying attention, it felt like catching the sword like she did might have chipped one of her teeth… an ill-advised action in retrospect, but she's not fantastic at coming up with good split second decisions.)

But that dexterity was something the knife-carrying swordsman was better suited for. She nodded and stepped closer to the head as she finished tearing the armored scales away from the back. “Your help would be appreciated. The sooner the cleaning is done, the sooner the cooking can start.”

“The tail and back are where most of the meat is on a creature like this, so those parts are all yours. I tried to leave most of the insides intact as well, so you two can have your pick of them.”

You both look like you need something as nutrient-dense as possible.

She regarded the carcass with a tilt of her head after hearing his comment on the size.

“Do you think I should have found something bigger?” She said, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

[velvetandverse]

─ ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ Injury/injured starters

a mix of injury/injured starters (stab wounds, broken bones/limbs, bruises, other general injuries) from both the whumpee and the bystander/caretaker cw: mentions of blood and injury

𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝/𝐖𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐞

“I’m not dying.”

“That is a lot more blood than I was expecting.”

“I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.”

“I wasn’t prepared for that level of pain.”

“Oh… that’s definitely worse than I thought.”

“If I pass out, don’t panic.”

“It’s just blood. Stop panicking.”

“I’m trying really hard not to freak out.”

“Okay, maybe it’s a little broken. I’ve had worse.”

“I swear if you draw a penis on my cast—”

“Nobody else needs to know about this.”

“I didn’t realize how many things require two hands.”

“Can we skip the part where you tell me ‘I told you so?’”

“That’s probably not supposed to bend like that.”

“Please tell me you brought painkillers.”

“On the bright side, I don’t have to go to work.”

“I’m sitting down because I want to, not because you told me to.”

𝐁𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

“What the hell happened to you?”

“You look like you’ve been run over.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“I thought I was going to lose you.”

“Can you walk?”

“Next time you throw yourself into danger, I’m breaking the other arm myself.”

“Just hang on for me. You can do that, yeah?”

“Don’t thank me for helping. Just stop getting injured.”

“You call this ‘not that bad?’”

“I need you to stay awake.”

“If you ever pull something this reckless again, I’m dragging you straight back home.”

“You broke your arm making toast?”

“Can I sign your cast?”

“You were supposed to stay behind me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“Don’t scare me like that.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?” *using their middle finger* 

“Your face is turning purple.”

“You’re supposed to be using the crutches.”

“Someone has to make sure you don’t wander off and break the other/another arm/leg/body part.”

“You’re not fooling anyone with that limp.”

“Sit down before I make you sit down.”

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

“You’re bleeding.” “That’s usually what happens when someone gets stabbed.”

“Why is your eye black?” “Long story.” “I have time.”

“Don’t touch it.” “I wasn’t going to.” “Yes, you were.”

“Please tell me this happened while fighting something cool.” “A door.”

“Leave it.” “Leave it? It’s sticking out of you.”

“How bad is it?” “Do you want the honest answer or the comforting one?”

“I said I’m fine.” “And I said you’re bleeding through your shirt.”

“You should’ve left me.” “Don’t ever ask me to do that again.”

“Need help with that?” “No.” *pause* “Yes.”

“How bad is it?” “[Name] carried me here.” “...That bad, huh?”

divider by: strangergraphics

[xfthemist]

"There's no sense in taking any pride from it if there's no one to rule at all, though that may be a more human experience--the need to conquer and control may very well be written in our DNA at this point." Kasumi couldn't find much enjoyment out of such a tyrant lifestyle other than the appeal of proving her clan's worth to those that had tried to extinguish the blood that burned their veins. It was a pipe dream, really. She was comfortable in the niche she had found and saw no reason to gamble such a steady position for some frivolous status. "I can't turn my nose up at their decision. If this world were not so advanced as it is now I too would probably stay within the safety of my home ground, but then again maybe I wouldn't. I also enjoy exploring new lands and the wonders it holds."

A hand reaches for the belt bag on her backside and pulls out a worn and stained notebook. The edges of some pages are wrinkled and uneven, a stark contrast to the rest that are pristine and straight from being untouched. Thumbs flip through the broken in pages to show various written descriptions and less-than-perfect sketches of fauna and foods she had encountered over the recent years during distant expeditions, "I try to keep a record of things that interest me and as proof that they exist. Many are simply delicacies that are impossible to obtain here..." Kasumi looks back to the beast with a mildly amused expression, "I'd say you would qualify as something to document, no?"

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Perhaps it was. Suraya couldn't quite remember if such a thing had ever been an issue back on the island. There were occasional disagreements over territory, but conquest for the sake of conquest? No. That did seem to be a human thing.

The woman pulled out a half-worn notebook and Suraya crept forward out of curiosity, circling behind her to get a better look at it (whether she was invited to or not). Ah, so it was something of a personal journal, then. She gave a soft, rumbling laugh.

“As a creature of interest or as a delicacy?” She said with a toothy half-smile, but moved an appropriate distance away so the kunoichi could jot down her appearance if she wanted.

“But I can sympathize with the search for hard-to-find foods. It's part of the reason why I prefer the mainland. You humans get so creative with the things you eat.”

[kikaichuno]

"Good to hear." Shino comments, already imagining how it'd feel to eat pieces of clothes and metal with any food; a disagreeable experience. As the dinosaur drinks the water, Shino makes sure to screw tightly shut his cabbage soup container. If he didn't, he'd spill it all over himself with how much he's sinking into the moss!

"For now, I do not require help." Shino mutters, his form soon vanishing into the comfy moss minus for his legs and the reflection of the sun against his sunglasses in the dark hole. His insects crawl around, the light also reflecting off their chitinous bodies. He must appear as if insects are swarming him in the moss - technically it is the case, but they are his own.

"I'm Aburame Shino. Do you have a name?"

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She didn't quite believe that he didn’t need help, but… if he insisted, she wouldn't interfere. She finished at the stream's edge and stepped back, shaking water droplets from her snout. She regarded him (or rather the legs still visible from the mossy enclosure), and then tilted her head. The spino leaned closer, squinting at the glistening things that appeared to be swarming him.

“... are you aware you have bugs on you, Shino?” She asked, peering into the hollow he was vanishing into. “And my name is Suraya.”

[bishopofgreed]

“He clings to his hate so stubbornly, because once the hate is gone he’ll have no other choice but to deal with his pain.”

Credit.

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// ngl been bedrotting all day. Got a casserole made for dinners this week and dishes done so I guess that's one thing. But Sunday gloom and pre-monthly emotional bullshit are chewing on my brain and not doing wonders for my desire to be on any of my blogs.

Might binge a show or play Slime Rancher 2 or something, idk. I've slept enough today, I don't need to make my sleep schedule even worse 'cause the next 2 days are long ones

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[Headcanon Questions] 🌧️ - What kind of weather matches their soul?

Headcanon Questions || Accepting!

“My soul? That's not something I've ever thought about before,” she said with a tilt of her head. “... you know those times when it's raining, but where you are is still bright and sunny? I think that fits me.”

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Suraya gives a yawn as she stretches and slowly gets to her feet. She shakes off the cool of night and lumbers off towards the nearby lake. Water, find a sunny spot to warm up, then she'd get some breakfast.

[raesource]

headcanon questions

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?

❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?

💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?

🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?

☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?

🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?

🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?

🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?

🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?

🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?

🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?

💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?

👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?

🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?

😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?

😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?

🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?

✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?

⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?

🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?

🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?

🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?

🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?

🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?

💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?

🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?

🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?

🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?

🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?

🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?

🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?

☕ What’s their comfort drink?

🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?

🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?

🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?

🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?

🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?

🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?

🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?

🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?

🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?

🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?

🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?

🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?

🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?

👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?

🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?

💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?

⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?

[titantread]

Things to watch this weekend:

Seven Kingdoms

Made in Abyss: Dawn of the Deep Soul

Project Hail Mary

[titantread]

-watches Love, Death, and Robots instead-

[titantread]

Things to watch this weekend:

Seven Kingdoms

Made in Abyss: Dawn of the Deep Soul

Project Hail Mary

[keydekyie]

The creature that wants to kill you will not growl.

The function of a growl is as a warning. It is a communication that violence is available as a tool, but is not preferred. Other outcomes, besides your death, are available and should be considered.

But the creature that wants to kill you will not growl.

If your death is the goal, then growling will only serve as a delay and may result in your escape, which runs counter to the goal. There will be no growl, no warning. There will be no snarl or hiss or bluster. The creature that bares its teeth with the intent to kill only does so to bring closer its fangs to your demise.

The creature that growls does not want to kill you, but will if it must.

I advise you to appreciate the warning. You may not receive another.

[voirlvmer]

“We talk so much of  light, please let me speak on behalf of  the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”

— Maggie Smith, from “How Dark the Beginning”

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She's dozing in the shade of a few trees overlooking the beach. All that's left of the shark she'd caught were a few charred scraps in the sand, being fought over by a handful of seabirds.

Yes, she did use a fire attack to add some color to the dead beast after she'd eaten the liver. Not as successful or as tasty as she'd hoped, but it had been consumed all the same.

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💙🌊

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“Maybe we should get out of here.” //Hi :D ! !

Don't Belong Here || Accepting!

Why? was Suraya's initial thought. Was she anxious about something or was she picking up on something the spino was missing? She lifted her head and sniffed at the air in the direction the forest path was leading, and paused as the wind shifted, carrying a new scent from somewhere deeper in the trees.

"... there's a group some ways ahead. Not from the Hidden Leaf."

Not that that inherently meant trouble. Shinobi from other nations had any number of reasons to be visiting Konoha. She glanced down to the medical-nin.

"Is the village expecting any visitors today?"