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Jugo natural para subir el hierro (tipo batido funcional)

Si te sientes cansada, con la piel pálida, caída de cabello o falta de energía, puede que tengas el hierro bajo. Este jugo natural combina ingredientes vegetales ricos en hierro con otros que mejoran su absorción, gracias a la sinergia entre vitaminas, minerales y especias funcionales. 🌿 Continue reading Jugo natural para subir el hierro (tipo batido funcional)

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HIII LOTUS<33 hope you’ve been well w everything!!

may i pls request angst for jugram like im DYING for more jugram content on tumblr and angst is so good thank youuuu

- 🪻anon <33

The one that got away ᢉ𐭩 Jugram Haschwalth x reader

𓂃۶ৎ context: Jugram loves a shinigami, you. But later on chooses to ultimately serve under his majesty. Later on, he learns that the beloved shinigami he loved has been arranged to marry someone else. Realizing his mistake.. does he take to action?

𓂃۶ৎ warnings: angst!, female! reader, quincy x shinigami, arranged marriage.

a/n: Hey 🪻anon! Tysm for this request, It was a bif rushly made but I hope you like it :) also idrk if this is angst?? if someone can message me and help me with angst😢

A shinigami in love with a quincy? That’s something that could never happen in a billion years, well that’s what Jugram Haschwalth thought at least.

He soon realized that was possible when meeting you.

He hated the fact that you could make him smile like nobody ever has, you were an enemy. And he was your enemy as well, so why did you treat like so normal?

He accidentally met you, he never thought he’d ever see you again after that one encounter. But one day he found you sitting by the lake, the place he goes to relax. When he saw you, he turned away but you noticed him already, calling him out and telling him to stay.

“Don’t be so rude quincy, why don’t you stay?”

You knew from the start he wasn’t a shinigami or an arrancar, you just had that instinct on him—that he was a quincy.

Jugram was hesitant about talking to you, he couldn’t figure out what your intentions were. But he still turned around and sat with you by the lake.

At first he found your kindness a bit irritating, he had no intentions of entertaining you. But the more he saw you, coming around him, things shifted.

He found himself coming back to you, even though he never wanted to come back to you, he did. Of course you weren’t going to say no to the handsome quincy.

You two would secretly meet up with each other whenever you both could, you would be doing most of the talking and he’d listen.

There were a few times where he was supporting the conversation but it was rare. When he did though, he’d talk about being the right hand man to a man named his majesty, you obviously knew it was Yhwach.

“Sounds stressful.” You said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“It quite is.”

He was grateful for you, you always listened to him. He was accepting that he was falling in love with you, but he knew it could never work. He’d try to push his feelings down for you but it could never just stay down.

It was helpless.

Your presence made everything better, he’d never admit that though. Even though he felt this way towards you, being the right hand of his majesty was an important job of his. Meaning that he could never actually have a relationship with you. But that didn’t mean that he’d stop meeting up with you.

“Hey! Jugo!” You said, running down the hill to once again secretly meet up with him. He turned around, Jugrams hair majestically blowing by the wind. His gaze softened up, just a bit— once laying his eyes on your figure.

You and Bazz-B are the only people who have ever called him Jugo, he didn’t care when Bazz-B said it, they were old close friends after all. But with you? He loved when hearing you call out to him so casually, he found it adorable.

“How are things with your family?” Jugram asked as you hugged him, he didn’t hug you back but once you pulled away, he held your figure, not letting go. He wasn’t much of a hugger, but he did crave your touch at times, it’s natural.

“Great! They finally left the guy alone, y’know? The one I was supposed to marry.” Ah yes, that. You’re apart of one of the noble families in the soul society. You were being pushed into marrying the current head of the Kuchiki clan, Byakuya Kuchiki. Since his wife recently had just passed away. They needed a lady for the clan, so the Kuchiki clan and yours came together, trying to set an arranged marriage. But neither of you were going to put up with it.

Eventually, they stopped trying and just dropped it.

“I see.. Well how do you feel about that?” Jugram asked, moving a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear, his touch lingering on your skin longer than expected.

Deep down, he was grateful that that the families finally left you two alone. He knows he cannot have a relationship with you, but that doesn’t mean he wants you to go on and have a relationship with another man.

“I’m super happy! Now.. I can finally focus on someone else.” You said in a teasing tone, poking Jugrams chest. He chuckled before grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips, lightly kissing it.

“Who may that be?” You giggled, blushing by his romantic gesture.

“I don’t know.. a certain quincy. His name is Jugram Haschwalth. You know him don’t you?”

“That would be me.”

“You’re right!”

“So Jugo, whats with that shinigami girl you’ve been meeting.” Bazz-B said, mocking the right hand man. Jugram turned, widening his eyes ever so slightly. Surprised that Bazz-B found out about the you.

“How did you..”

“Never mind that, whats you should be focusing on is how she’ll be dealt with once other people find out about her.”

Bazz-B had a point.

“How would his majesty react to this? Don’t you think that he’ll just kill her off.”

Jugram clutched his fist, the thought of you disappearing, just because of him.. caused him to feel cautious and anxious about things with you now.

He knew from the start it could never work, but he couldn’t help but be captivated by you. But then again..

He was the right hand man of the quincy king, he had much better things to do than to be hanging around with a shinigami, right?

“If you say a word, you know very well what will happen if you do.” Jugram said over his shoulder when he walked away from Bazz-B’s presence.

He walked angrily to his room, wondering on what he should do. He could either risk your life and continue to be around you, or leave you alone and focus on his path. Both were big decisions he had to make, and one was a bit more important than the other. Knowing what he has to do, he clutched his fist once more, his nails dug into his skin, drawing blood.

He told himself that this was the best, he didn’t want to cause any trouble for you either, you’re a shinigami.. if someone found out about you, they’d for sure hunt you down. They’d think that you were trying to seduce the right hand man of the quincy king.

He was doing what he thought was right, the path he thought he was destined to go down on.

“Well then.”

Jugram rushed to the spot to find you, and obviously he did. He noticed the glowing, bright and the excitement in your eyes once you noticed his presence.

“Jugo!” You exclaimed, you immediately moved your feet, running to him. You fell into his arms and looked up with him with a cheeky smile, “I waited for you again!” Jugram couldn’t stare at you for long, he turned his gaze away from you, looking at the grass beside you.

And he didn’t even say anything, or do anything. Usually, he’ll kiss your forehead as a hello greeting but.. there was no kiss. “Is something wrong?” You removed yourself from his grasp, anxious on what was happening.

“It’s best if we sit down, let’s sit by the lake.” Without any more words, Jugram walked forward, towards the lake. You watched him walk away, looking at the back of his head. You could feel your heart getting heavier with each step you took to catch up to Jugram.

“What’s going on?” You mumbled out when taking the empty spot next to him on the grass. Jugram didn’t dare to look at you, he continued to look straight forward, observing how beautiful the water moved in the lake.

“It’s best if we cut ties.”

Your heart dropped.

Was he finished with you? Was he done using you for entertainment of his own? What did you do wrong? Did every moment you two had mean nothing to him? What was the point of all of this?

“You’re serious?” You went to grab his hand, but before you could he pulled away, preventing you from reaching him. You looked at him with wide and now tearful eyes.

“I don’t understand.” You continued to look at him, you could only see his side profile, he still wasn’t turning to you.

“I don’t think you will understand.” Was all he said. It was annoying how even now, Jugram looked magnificent as ever, the sunlight was highlighting his sharp features, along with his long blonde hair. The wind was blowing lightly, causing strands of his hair to get into his face.

“You don’t think.. I’ll understand?” You said, offended by what he meant. Did he think you were some loser shinigami?

When you were to engrossed by your thoughts, Jugram got up from his spot, gaining your attention then.

“Please, Don’t go.” You grabbed onto his pants leg, trying to make him sit back down but he shook his leg to get you off of him.

He looked down at you, you could then see the hurt in his eyes, if he was hurting this much, why couldn’t he just stay? why did things have to turn out like this?

“This is for the better, I don’t.. want anything happening to you.” Those were the last words he ever said to you before he walked away, you quickly stood up from your spot, watching him walk away. You so badly wanted to reach out to him and stop him but would he get angry with you if you did?

“Please! Jugo..! Nothing will happen to me, I’ll get stronger and won’t you be there for me?” Jugram then stopped his steps for a second, turning his fave slightly, only showing his side profile. He looked at you one last time before he took off.

“Jugram..”

It’s been well over a year since Jugram left you that day. Everyday you thought of him, wondering what went wrong, what you could have done differently, what could’ve made him stay.

But today was a day where those thoughts shouldn’t be thought of.

Today,

You were going to marry the head of the Kuchiki clan, Byakuya Kuchiki.

After being abandoned, you were depressed, devastated by the loss of your love. Your clan took notice of this a couple months later, so for some odd reason.. they asked you if you would like to be arranged to marry the head of the Kuchiki clan.

You had enough of their nonsense, but you were sure that Jugram had no intentions of coming back. He has probably moved on with his life, maybe found another lover since, a quincy instead of a shinigami.

“Okay. I will marry Kuchiki Byakuya then, for the clan.” You announced your agreement to the marriage in front of the whole family, including the Kuchiki family. You remember seeing Byakuya’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

It’s not like he’s a bad guy, you honestly wouldn’t mind marrying him. But since your heart belonged to someone else.. it was a bit hard to come around to. But he’s gone, perhaps with another woman.. you couldn’t just wait around for him.

Byakuya on the other hand, didn’t like the idea of remarrying. He preferred to stay a widow for the rest of his life, but his grandfather had convinced him that it would be for the clan, so he agreed.

Well anyways, today was the wedding day for the arranged wedding. You were wearing the finest and richest shiromuku, along with a wataboshi.

Your only request for the wedding, was that you get married in near that lake.

“I have a request, Kuchiki-Sama.” Your voice was soft and low, it lacked confidence. “I would like.. to have the wedding at this lake. It’s quite elegant and perhaps suiting to your taste..?” Surprisingly, Byakuya did not argue, he agreed to where the wedding will take place at.

You looked at yourself in the mirror before leaving to the lake, you felt beautiful and you were beautiful. You would’ve imagined that you were going to have this moment with the person you love most, Jugram Haschwalth.. but it seems like it really wasn’t going to ever happen.

It should’ve been him, is what you thought.

“M’lady, we should be heading out now.” You snapped out of your mind and quickly walked out of the room.

Byakuya would be lying to himself if he said that you didn’t make a beautiful bride. Everything was incredibly beautiful about you this day.

You walked down the aisle, holding the arm of your father. Today should be a happy day, but Byakuya didn’t even see a slight smile on your lips.

It was a short wedding, the both of you wanted it that way.

“I do.”

“I do.”

As the wedding was finishing up, you could see someone, in the shadows, watching afar.

They looked familiar, could it be a family member who you forgot to greet? You squinted your eyes to get a clearer look.

That’s when you met his gaze.

“Ju..go.” You muttered out, it was almost by instinct on how fast you ran towards his direction, you caused a sudden commotion because you ran away so quickly once everything was over.

It was a bit hard to run to Jugram because of your dress, but you made it. You were a panting mess, you looked at him for so long that he averted his gaze from you.

“What are.. you doing here.”

“I was here to find you.”

“What do you mean? You mean you came all this way just to find me? What? Did you expect that you were going to find me sulking and waiting for you?!”

He turned his gaze to you once again, eyeing you. “No. But I was wishing that I would.”

You cried.

You couldn’t help it.

What if you waited long enough?

Would you actually be with him then?

“Well it’s too late. I’m married now, you can see that.”

“I can.”

“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?! I waited for you for so long. I visited this lake almost everyday! Why couldn’t you just come during those times?!”

“I did visit this lake, I never found you.”

“You.. did?”

Jugram hummed in response.

Jugram waited for you everyday at this lake, hoping he’d find you but you never showed up. So when he had enough of waiting, he’d leave. And that’s when you would come around, waiting for him.

“Lady Kuchiki! Please come back!” Your new name was already being used, but you still turned your head to the person calling out to you.

“Kuchiki, Huh? Is that what I call you now?”

“As if you’re going to ever see me again.”

“Of course I will, I was hoping I could take you away from all of this.”

You froze, was he joking with you? Is Jugram really going to take you away from all of this? Was he going to love you once more? and stay?

“Y/N, please come out. Our family is waiting.”

You then heard the voice of your husband, he was calling out to you.

“You’re too late, Haschwalth.”

Jugram watched as you turned away this time, usually you’d be the one watching his back as he walked away from you but this time? He was doing that instead. How funny.

He watches as you sweetly called out to your new husband. Seeing your husband filled him with rage, he so badly wanted to rip you away from his arms, the way he casualty touched you.

But in the end he knew this was all his fault.

If he just trusted you.

If he just had more faith in you.

He shouldn’t have thrown you away so easily.

For a year, he spent time to get stronger, just so he could come back to you and stay with you, protect you from any quincy or even shinigami that came your way.

But he just wasted his time.

ngl this was lowkey butt, this was SO rushed.. I’m sorry

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BOTH 🍒 JUGRAM X F! READER X BAZZ B ＫINKTOBER DAY 25: DP

🐙 Requested by: Anonymous. Hnnng. Afab reader with DP with Jugram and Bazz-B??? omg 😳 I'm sorry- ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. there is always a way to stop a fight... jugram and bazz fucking you at the same time. dp. 🐙 wc: 1,1k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

- “Then why don’t you fight me, huh? Jugo!”  - “Calm down, Bazz-B…”  - “Ha! Bazz-B?! Come on! You won’t fight for her like you don’t fight for being the succ-“ - “Shut up!” 

You get in the middle; their eyes are blue and red fire, their veins pop from their temples, foreheads and squeezed hands. 

Their hearts beat so fast they tend to lose the rhythm; you can feel it in your palms, as they land on their chests to separate and stop an imminent fight. 

“Stop, guys… please” you murmur, they have gone silent the moment you step in between them. “Stop fighting, my heart hurts when you do this” you continue, acting like an angel in distress… but it was you who gave them another reason to want to kill each other.

Jugram sighs, he takes his hand from the pommel of his sword to put it on your cheek. His blond, long eyelashes flutter over sky orbs that fix on yours with deep regret. 

Bazz, who also stays silent, takes his arm in a much more violent way around your waist. 

“Leave. Her. Alone” he grunts, snatching you against his chest. 

You enjoy the natural warmth of a man that’s made of fire, that also turn Jugrams into a conflagration of hate and jealousy. 

He lifts his chin a little bit, looking at him from the side with superiority intent. Perhaps is just pain, but that’s the only way Jugram had been taught to behave. 

“She is the one to decide” the blonde states. 

“Yeah! Who is it gonna be, (Name)?!” bazz answers back. 

You take some air, passing your hand through Jugram’s small of his back to bring him closer to you and your “captor”

Your eyes go from the mohawk man to the prince, and biting your lip you whisper your final resolve…

“Both… I want both of you… I don’t wanna chose, I want to be shared”

To them, the word <both> had been pronounced in slo-mo. Your lips moving so slow, so juicy, so tempting. A perverted proposal that Bazz-B took as a challenge, while Jugram pondered whether letting reason win or desire… and of course, the scales ended up tipping to lust… 

Immediately after, both attack your neck. A kiss on your right, and a kiss on your left. A bite here, a bite there. Hands around your waist, sometimes crashing their fingertips with the other right in the small of your back. 

Engulfed by their masculine frame, your fists clench to their white Sternritter uniforms, pulling them closer, so close to your body. 

You want their mouths on yours, you want them freed from their pristine clothes… you want the darkness of their souls letting loose and all inside your own. 

Their lips take turns to kiss yours, while one attacks your juicy mouth, the other bites your neck and your collar bones. And then, their hands, playful, blatantly, desperate, rip the buttons that hold your white uniform together. 

There is nothing they wanted more than seeing your naked skin shine with the faint light of the Silbern… the cold surrounding the palace can’t reach your skin, and the bumps on your flesh are only caused by their soft grunts… the heat of their hands, making their way all over you, it is even making you sweat. 

You, feeling so loved and desired, want more… you pull from their clothes even harder, wanting to rip them, to tore them. Yet, you stop yourself, you don’t need to do it, you just need to let their manhood win… a poor damsel, their object… is it that bad to feel that way from time to time? Just, and only, as precious as Heika’s blood? 

You let them do, and by the time you realize, there was no need to ask for it. Bazz walks around and stands at your back. His arms snake around your waist to the front, falling down your belly button. You can feel the hardness of his sex against the small of your back, while his chin rests on your left shoulder. 

As for Jugram, he prefers to stay right in front of you, crunching to devour your chest, breasts and nipples. Sucking, biting, licking, while his index softly caresses your already sensitive lips, forcing his fingertip to bury on your mouth. 

Your explosive lover reaches for your core, spreading your labia until finding your clit. He focuses there, getting his fingertip hotter, just enough to make you squirm in complete warm pleasure.

You try to reach for both bulges, blindly groping as Bazz keeps your head back with his hand on your mandible and his teeth carved on your nape. 

“Desperate, (Name)? What do you want? Tell Jugo and I” Bazz whispers on your ear.

You moan; “what do I want? Both… didn’t I tell you earlier?” 

“Heh…” he answers back, taking a quick look at his blonde friend who had stood up just on time to look at your raptured façade pleading for their dicks. 

“At the same time, (Name)?” Jugram asks, speaking up for the very first time since this is all started. He is a man of few words, and that even made him a little blushed. 

You nod; desperately, moving your hips back and forth to graze both hardnesses… “Please, Jugo, Bazz ~” you purr. 

Enough, that was enough for them. Their pants fall down the floor in a matter of seconds, their sexes, impetuous, violent, hasty, already play against your folds. They get wet, they soak into your neediness… please, please, please. I want you both inside, I wanna feel you throbbing right inside at the same time. 

The first to open its way inside wasn't Bazz, but Jugram. His eyes told his friend to stop, to let him go first, to let him do it before him. And Bazz acceded, he understood you needed the balanced intrusion of someone not -that- explosive. 

When the blond slid right in, you let your head rest on Bazz’s shoulder, trapping his mouth with yours, and kissing him desperately as his friend started moving in and out of you. 

Jugram carves his fangs on your neck, like a vampire, something that kinda looks so proper to him. “Bazz… come on” he mourns, still with his mouth against your flesh. He knows your insides are ready to take him as well; he couldn’t keep your milking walls to be enjoyed just by him only.

“Ready, love?” Bazz whispers, guiding his tip to your entrance. At first, the touch of their manhood stop them for a little bit, but lust prevailed… no friendship, nor brotherhood could stop them from getting deep, deep inside of you. 

And so, with your mouth opened agape, and short breathing filled with random sounds that couldn’t form a word, you feel yourself full. With synchronized rams, stretching you till the point of feeling like ripping in half… trembling, biting, kissing, whining. 

Full, make me full. Both, both, both… Full, we will make you full…

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Jenny Jugo (Victoria in Dover, A hopeless Case, Our Miss Doctor)—I just love her! She was an Austrian actress during the 20s & 30s & 40s who was among the big UFA stars. She was beautiful but still appeared to be natural and likeable. Often she played witty, smart, independent and confident (for the time) modern women both in silent and in talking movies. For example in one movie she's a maths teacher who has to prove herself to her male colleagues who doubt she is actually good at mathematics. And she ends up not only being successful at teaching the high-school graduates but even getting to lecture mathematics at university afterwards. (Our Miss Doctor) Or in A Hopeless Case she plays a young woman who is very superficial and spoilt at first but then decides against marrying the good situated man her father wants her to marry and instead is dedicated to successfully study medicine although everyone advises her to stop. She's really a great actress who I always enjoyed seeing in movies ever since I was a child. (Also she always appeared to have thick curly hair which was a great representation for little curly haired me because in movies you rarely see women with that hair type being considered beautiful as well.)

Mary Pickford (Coquette, Tess of the Storm Country)—"America’s Sweetheart”, “Queen of Hollywood”, her and Douglas Fairbanks were the og it couple, owned her own movie studio, had both a drink and a hairstyle named after her

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Mary Pickford:

She was a pioneer in early cinema! She acted, wrote, and produced numerous films and was one of the founders of the United Artists film studio, along with Charlie Chaplin and her husband, Doug Fairbanks. At the height of her career in the 1920s there was nobody more famous. She was widely known as "America's Sweetheart." She won an Oscar in 1929 for her performance in Coquette (1929) and then a lifetime achievement Oscar in 1979.

She was an absolute pioneer in the very early days of feature films. She co-founded United artists and managed her career brilliantly.

Mary Pickford wasn't just a silent star, she was a huge historical figure for film. I really cannot emphasize how involved she was in creating and shaping the film world. She was completely passionate about the theater world (from a young age!) and still revered even after she lost relevance. Her tenacity, her beauty, and her intelligence is what made her the first actress labeled as "America's Sweetheart." She just has this glow, a wonderful sweet disposition, and warm heart. She often introduced other women to motion picture and helped them showcase their talent. She was an astute business woman, although when asked about this she said "Well you know this business angle is much exaggerated, because most people don't expect much sense of a woman 5 feet tall. If I were 5 feet 8 they would say I was a very poor business woman!" She was friends with Amelia Earheart and had terrible luck in love. Please just learn about or give thought to my sad small sweet girl.

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como realizar un laxante de jugo limon

para esto solo necesitas un vaso y limones, recomendable que sean 7 limones los que exprimas ya que tienen mas efecto en el proceso de hacer ir al baño aunque si tienes menos cantidad puedes usarlos no pasa nada, lo que debes hacer es simplemente exprimir todo el jugo del limon en el vaso que no se te escape ninguna gota entre mas jugo tenga el vaso mejor, cuando ya los hayas exprimido todos echale agua tibia para que funcione mejor aunque si no tienes, agregale agua fria al vaso hasta que quede casi lleno y estaria terminado.

aunque si queremos aumentar su efecto podemos agregarle:

-pimienta de cayena.

-curcuma.

-hojas de sen.

-semillas de lino.

-aceite de oliva.

-jengibre rallado.

-menta fresca.

-canela.

-miel.

-bicarbonato de sodio.

-sal de mar.

-jugo de aloe vera.

una cosa no importa la cantidad de ingredientes que tu decidas agregar, al hacer eso solamente hacemos que se combinen los diferentes efectos y beneficios que contiene cada uno de ellos.

efectos y beneficios de cada ingrediente mencionado anteriormente:

pimienta de cayena: tiene propiedades estimulantes y puede ayudar a regular el movimiento intestinal.

curcuma: tiene propiedades antiinflamatorias y puede ayudar a aliviar el dolor y la hinchazon en el abdomen.

hojas de sen: son una hierba natural que tiene propiedades laxantes y se puede usar para hacer té.

semillas de lino: son una fuente de fibra soluble que puede ayudar aumentar el volumen de las heces y facilitar su eliminación.

aceite de oliva: tiene propiedades laxantes y se puede usar para agregar humedad a las heces.

jengibre rallado: tiene propiedades antiinflamatorias y puede ayudar a aliviar los colicos estomacales.

menta fresca: tiene un efecto calmante en el estomago y puede ayudar a aliviar el malestar estomacal.

canela: tiene propiedades antioxidantes y puede ayudar a estimular el movimiento intestinal.

miel: tiene propiedades laxantes suaves y puede ayudar a aliviar el estreñimiento.

bicarbonato de sodio: puede ayudar a neutralizar los ácidos del estómago y aliviar la acidez estomacal.

sal de mar: tiene propiedades antibacterianas y puede ayudar a aliviar la hinchazón y la distensión abdominal.

jugo de aloe vera: tiene propiedades laxantes suaves y puede ayudar a suavizar las heces.

algunos datos curiosos sobre el jugo de limon:

-Hacer ejercicio: el ejercicio regular puede ayudar a estimular el movimiento intestinal y aumentar la efectividad del jugo de limon.

-Tomar antes de acostarse: beber el jugo de limon antes de acostarse puede ayudar a estimular el movimiento intestinal durante la noche.

-Repetir con frecuencia: se puede repetir la mezcla de jugo de limon varias veces al día para mantener los efectos.

-tomar con el estomago vacio: es mejor tomar la mezcla con el estomago vacio, ya que los acidos del estomago pueden descomponer los ingredientes y hacer que sean mas efectivos.

-beber lentamente: se debe beber lentamente para permitir que los ingredientes se mezclen adecuadamente en el estomago y puedan ser absorbidos.

-tomar a temperatura ambiente: si se tiene sensibilidad al calor, se puede beber la mezcla a temperatura ambiente en lugar de caliente.

[suika-suigetsu]

Since Karin can smell chakra: what are you HCs for the characters' chakra smelling/feeling like.

Aaah, I've been waiting for this question... Expect a long answer from me, as always... 👉👈

First, I must say that the smell Karin senses goes far beyond the "smell of roses" or "smell of sweat", as you said. She can sense whether a person is good or bad, and whether or not they are lying, exactly as some people believe animals do when they smell us. But, as we know, she has proven to have a much greater sensitivity than animals or any power in any Village.

Still, we want to know the real smell too, lol. So I'll try to give a description of both - the physical smell and the smell of their "nature".

Sasuke Uchiha

Chakra Smell: Aside from the time when Sasuke was going through a bad phase, his smell is as pure as his personality. If we take into account what Karin herself says, Sasuke's smell is "dark and cold". This may seem like a bad thing, but I think it's the feeling of being in a cabin on a snowy night. The cold is comforting, and unlike the heat of a sunny day that burns your eyes, you feel an almost hypnotic desire to watch the snow falling, and sometimes, an deadly impulse to stand under it, even though it will hurt you at some point.

Physical Smell: Sasuke doesn't seem to be very vain, but he certainly doesn't allow himself to get dirty to the point of smelling. As someone who is always traveling, he must smell like the grass and bushes he passes by, and he also has his own soap and shampoo (which he prefers to have a non-perfumed scent, but still give off a fresh and pleasant aroma), which he takes with him to bathe in when he stops at a Ryokan on a regular basis, or if he has no choice, in some secluded stream.

Jugo

Chakra Smell: Jugo's chakra essence must be the best of all. Besides being a good person who seeks peace when he is not under the curse mark, he never lies. There are some scenes where Jugo holds Karin in his arms or touches her in some way, and even though she is so "skittish", she never seems to mind. I always compare Jugo to a big teddy bear that you can hug, vent and cry for hours on his shoulder, and even though his expression remains the same and he will not give you an answer to your problems, just the fact that he is there already makes you feel good. He smells like "home".

Physical Smell: In Shippuden, he smelled really bad. Jugo didn't seem to have been taught how to bathe, since he probably didn't have anyone to take care of him since childhood. He didn't cut his hair and almost never changed his clothes. He smelled like sweat, blood, and of course, animals. In Boruto, Jugo smells minimally good because Suigetsu and Karin taught him to take better care of his hygiene. He cuts his hair regularly and takes a bath (at least every three days...). He still wears the same curtain he wore in Shippuden, and I'm sure he lets the birds do their business on him and doesn't care... So you better enjoy it while he smells like soap right after a bath, because when he goes to the forest, he'll smell bad again.

Suigetsu Hōzuki

Chakra Smell: The worst smell on Team Taka. Suigetsu was a cold-blooded killer practically since birth, there was no compassion or kindness in his personality, and I don't doubt that he would easily lie to deceive an enemy (or for less). His smell was like being caught in freezing rain after a bad day. However, we saw his personality change along with Team Taka. He became a reliable companion and learned that the lives of others matter. In Boruto, even though he still has his acidic personality, he is clearly not as cold-blooded as he was in his teens. He smells like... Being caught in a drizzle after a happy day. It's still annoying from one perspective, but from another, it makes your day even better and makes you want to stop and let the thin layer of water accumulate on your face and give you that cold, funny feeling.

Physical smell: I don't think Suigetsu smells like anything... His sweat shouldn't have a very strong smell and the scent of any soap or perfume shouldn't stick to his skin for long, thanks to his anatomy. Some people think that his water ability is something that can be activated manually since it's listed as a jutsu in the Databook, but based on his statements and the times he was caught off guard and liquefied, he's literally made of water 24 hours a day. Odorless and tasteless.

Karin Uzumaki

Chakra Smell: A very strong smell, just like her personality, for sure... Due to her difficult past, she ended up creating a thick shell around herself, so she was not honest about her feelings, most of the time, in addition to being unnecessarily ignorant with people, as if she wanted to protect herself in advance. Imagine that you went to a bookstore, and there is that delicious smell of new books everywhere and you could spend hours there, but there is that side separated by a chain where there is a warning for sensitive people not to approach... You feel an immense urge to go in there, wanting to take the risk to see what you might find, but at the same time, the fear of getting a lecture and being thrown out forever makes you unsure about going any further. In Boruto, the same thing. But I think you are so intrigued with all the other interesting areas that the bookstore has that you don't care about checking that forbidden area. Maybe one day, who knows.

Physical Smell: The best of all. Karin is extremely vain. Not only does she love perfumes and has a collection of different scents to match her mood of the day, but she also uses a product for each area of her body, knows what kind of cream to use for each season and doesn't let cheap shampoo touch her hair. Her skin is very soft, and even when she goes on long trips, she *needs* to stop and take a shower at least once a day. If she can't, she uses perfume to not smell so bad. This also keeps the scent of her chakra disguised from potential enemies.

Bonus: Orochimaru smells like "Danger, move away immediately and carefully or you will be bitten". But he physically smells really good and is almost as vain as Karin. Mitsuki smells like a baby because he IS SO BABY. And Log smells like cigarettes, obviously... His chakra smell shouldn't be too noticeable. I feel like he smells like sitting in a leather chair and reading a good book.

[orochiposting]

Naomi Senju | Part 1 & 2 Settei & Designs

+ full bio & facts !

art credit to @ redflowersuki on instagram ! Name: Naomi Senju 直美 千手 Age: 26-27 (part 1) 30-31 (part 2) Date of Birth: July 13th Zodiac: Cancer Status: Alive Current Affiliation: Konohagakure Height: 5’2 / 157.5cm (part 1) 5’4 or 162.5cm (part 2) Weight: 120 lbs or 54 kg Rank: Jonin / Medical Nin MBTI: INTP Gender & Pronouns: Ciswoman & She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Romantic Interest(s): Su (@/lemony_su on insta), Zanaku (@/cursedjinchuriki on insta)

Part 1 + 2 Facts ᯓᡣ𐭩

Daughter of Lady Tsunade and Jiraiya

She was a child prodigy

Wood Style User

Begins training for her Hundred-Healing’s mark with her mother during part 1 & unlocks it at the beginning of part 2

Attained one of Orochimaru’s curse marks around the same time as her teammate Anko. (one of the early forms, before Jugo)

Her Curse Mark form’s design is inspired by a mouse.

The Jonin vest she’s worn since age 16 when she became a Jonin once belonged to Orochimaru. It is among his abandoned belongings after he attacked and fled the village, and Naomi is unable to just leave it in the trash. She wears it as a reminder of who drives her hate, passion, and what she’s working towards (aka bringing Orochimaru back)

Spends most of her time in part 1 attempting to locate Orochimaru, both to ‘bring Sasuke back,’ and to bring her old sensei to justice. (or to bring him… home)

Often seen reading her father’s novels

Meets both Su and Zanaku (in that order) during early shippuden

Gains the sword of kusanagi after episode 138 of the anime.

Personality Traits ♡⸝⸝

Positive – Persuasive, Analytical, Convincing, Intuitive, Efficient, Caring, Blunt, Honest, Often on High Alert, Observational, Passionate, Intelligent, Calculated, Ambitious, Tactical, Creative, Studious, Witty, Unconventional, Aloof, Merciful, Understanding, Hardworking, Innovative, Resourceful, Resilient

Negative – Abrasive, Emotional, Bipolar, Stubborn, Morbid, Obsessive, Indecisive, Undisciplined, Somewhat Disorganized, Addictive, Impulsive, Paranoid, Resentful, Self-Destructive, Temperamental, Snarky, Restless, Sarcastic, Perverted

Life Motto – “If you’re not obsessed with your life, change it.”

Fun Facts⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

She is ambidextrous (both right-handed and left-handed, technically.)

Naomi roughly translates to “straight and beautiful.” The kanji for Nao means “blunt, honest, and/or frank.” And Mi which means “Beauty.” 

A heavy drinker and regular smoker 

She's read every one of her father's 'romance' novels

Close/Best friends with Kakashi, previously close & even protective of/with Obito during their childhood

Like her mother, she's often called a 'princess' due to her clan and heritage relating to the Hokages throughout the village's history.

Her favorite color is lilac 

She's an 'oddly skilled cook' according to anyone who's eaten food prepared by her. 

The Jonin vest she’s worn since age 16 when she became a Jonin once belonged to Orochimaru. It is among his abandoned belongings after he attacked and fled the village, and Naomi is unable to just leave it in the trash. She wears it as a reminder of who drives her hate, passion, and what she’s working towards (aka bringing Orochimaru back)

Spends most of her time attempting to locate Orochimaru, both to ‘bring Sasuke back,’ and to bring Orochimaru to justice. (or to bring him… home)

Capable of Water and Earth Release. Eventually learning how to perform Wood Style Release due to a mixture of reasons such as; Her Senju heritage, her natural chakra nature being water and her being capable of earth release, her chakra control and ability to mix the natures at will, and the Hashirama cells from Orochimaru’s initial curse mark form.

Despite taking after both of her parents in a multitude of ways, she refuses to ever begin or try gambling due to how it affected her relationship with her mother when she was young.

As a child, she felt insecure because of her albinism until her mother told her about her great-uncle Tobirama Senju - who also had albinism. Naomi began to wear her face paint like him on her cheeks afterward, but only two instead of three in a way to also nod to her father.

Attains Orochimaru’s old sword of Kusanagi after his death in Episode 138 of the anime. The sword being dropped after Itachi kills him, retrieved by Pakkun who is later tracking Sasuke’s scent and transferred from Pakkun to Kakashi to Naomi. 

Clan Info⟡

Clan Name: Senju Specialty: The Senju clan is known as "the clan with a thousand skills" (千の手を持つ一族, "sen no te o motsu ichizoku") because they can master ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, and other techniques to give themselves a variety of skills for fighting. The Senju clan's name, "Senju" (千手), directly means "a thousand skills" or "a thousand hands." Kekkei Genkai: Wood Release + Hair Manipulation Ninja InformationHome Village: The Hidden Leaf / Konohagakure  Current Village: The Hidden Leaf / Konohagakure Academy Graduation Age / Genin Age: 6 Chūnin Promotion Age: 10 Rank: Jonin Previous Teammates: Anko Mitarashi & Tokuma Hyuga Previous Sensei(s): Orochimaru Nindo: “What is meant to be will always find a way.” referring to how she truly believes if something is meant to be, it’ll happen no matter what. Natural Chakra Nature: Water (although capable of Earth, Wind, and Wood.)

Stats ❣

Ninjutsu - 4 / 4 Taijutsu - 2.5 / 3 Genjutsu - 3.5 / 3.5 Intelligence - 4.5 / 5 Strength - 5 / 5 Speed - 3.5 / 3.5 Stamina - 3 / 3 Hand Seals - 4 / 4 Total - 30 / 31

Likes

Reading

Romance or Action/Adventure Novels

Rain

Drinking

Training

Red Spider Lillies

Mice / Small Rodents

Smoking

Snakes

Cooking Meals (for herself or others)

Picnics 

Long Hair (both on her or those she finds attractive)

Routine/Repetition

Competition 

Caffeinated Drinks (Especially Tea)

Studying (Jutsu’s, Science and History) 

Particularly Fond of Biology 

Teaching / Educating 

Misunderstood People 

Children

Dislikes

High Pitched Voices

Hot Weather

Eggplant (the actual vegetable) 

Having Her Picture Taken

Crowded Rooms

Mushrooms

Winged or Flying Insects / Bugs

Sweating

Lightning 

Riddles

Her Hair Being Touched 

Losing to Those She Considers Weaker than She is

Gambling Without a Strategy (So Most Gambling)

Sour Sweets or Foods

Laundry

[1ichtbringer]

what I like about the portrayal of juazz’s friendship is that despite all the deep love and care they obviously have for each other, there’s also this realistic miscommunication and misconception of each other’s circumstances.

it just feels very natural given they both have very troubled backgrounds and already had enough on their plates with their own struggles, while growing up codependently in an unstable environment.

jugo has learned to survive by hiding his thoughts and emotions, instead dutifully following orders to survive poverty, his parents’ absence and the (sexual) abuse by his uncle, which prevents him from ever developing his own agency.

bazz, on the other hand, initially comes from a noble family and is naturally very prideful. after losing both his parents and his home to yhwach troupes, however, he primarily expresses his hurt through a burning anger (pun intended).

while they silently agree to join the sternritter to kill yhwach, they’re actually on different terms regarding their feelings of yhwach himself as bazz truly resents yhwach for robbing him of his home. but jugo doesn’t have an actual reason to hate him. on the contrary, yhwach, in a way, has saved him from further abuse when he killed his uncle. jugo just follows along for bazz’s sake, but of course, they never explicitly talk about this.

bazz’s revenge plan consists of joining yhwach’s forces with the final goal of killing him, however it’s important that he’s the hero in this scenario, that he is the one who gets chosen and takes revenge for his family - he never thinks of the possibility that jugo might be the chosen one. meanwhile jugo still has this misconception that it would be enough for bazz if one of them joins the sternritter, which is why he’s confused and saddened when he sees the displeased look on bazz face.

it’s clear that they both feel betrayed in their own ways, jugo because he recognizes jealousy in bazz’s expression and bazz because his best friend abandons him for yhwach’s sake. yet they both continue to secretly care for each other.

jugo ignores his ongoing provocations, protects him from other sternritter and constantly carries a part of bazz with him (his old emblem to be exact). while in between all his anger, bazz tells him that he’d accept no one besides jugo as ywach’s successor or that he’d still believe him, if jugo told him he hadnt know about the recent auswählen process thus reassuring him that he hadnt betrayed bazz.

they don’t communicate well and grieve fundamentally different, yet after all these years, the love is still there.

[delirantesko]

Obscurecida (texto, janeiro 2025)

O Sol artificial surgiu, e com ele toda uma leva de promessas que não passam de sonhos. O que deveria ser supostamente eterno, mas que agora morrem assim que os olhos se abrem.

Não foi o Sol que sofreu com a mudança, pois a noite não é seu domínio, e sim de sua companheira Lua, que refletindo parte de sua luz original o torna um eterno vigilante, mesmo quando as criaturas com olhos precisam fechá-los, quando a mente precisa de uma distração para a arena constante que é a sobrevivência, quando o corpo precisa recarregar as energias depois do cansativo dia desperto.

Essas luas (luzes?) artificiais, servindo como almas de robôs, são guias que levam apenas a um lugar que sempre será o abismo, desafiando o toque de recolher imposto pelo astro-rei.

“Eu, o Sol, descansarei. Eu que nutro, dou calor, luz e vida para o planeta inteiro agora permito que não precises caminhar sob meu jugo, meu olhar. Como ousas me desobedecer, ir contra minha instrução? Teu castigo não será decidido por mim, já que és completamente responsável por tuas ações.”

“Luminárias são para os insights dos letrados.” aqueles que desprezam o pálido, calmo, manso e sereno brilho da Lua.

“Não te julgo: saiste de sua casa onde tinha abrigo e alimento para explorar a floresta escura. Os espinhos precisam rasgar a carne, os predadores também precisam se alimentar. Nada mais natural que isso. A lua também te assiste, sabia? E ela está acostumada a ver sangue.”

Inspirado no belo texto de @jeskadutra

[starcry-the-wolf]

A little headcanon on clans' ancestors and descendants. A little more under cut.

Important note: none of that was in Naruto canon. It's entirely my fanon that I found curious enough to share. Also I have to note that I do think of most fillers as of canon events. :)

A little about Hoshigaki: I personally think that Hoshigaki are children of sin something between a human and a shark. This seen when Kisame turns into a more sharklike being while being merged with Samehada, this probably being a result of Kisame himself containing some genes that have relation to sharks (as Samehada doesn't look anything like a shark herself).

(It's chapter 472, page 12) In this form Kisame is seen to be very... sharky, I'd say. Also, none of this features are directly taken from Samehada despite they are merged, so I'll assume Samehada is simply providing her chakra to Kisame to stimulate his transformation. Perhaps, Kisame can transform even without Samehada, given enough natural energy is devoured by him, but we'll never know that. Also I think that their fangs are genetical, not handmade. They are born fanged, not sharpen their fangs over life with some artificial methods (same goes for Hozuki).

A little about Hozuki: I found a manga panel (417 manga chapter, page 7) with Suigetsu being mermaid-shaped, and that made me think — perhaps Hozuki clan during evolution found that form the most stable and comfortable to go around in water? Which kind of makes sense, as it's both fish-shaped at its tail, which allows to move around in water freely and human-shaped at front, allowing a human (as Hozuki are obviously human) to be better at handling thigs without the need to learn to act in another shape.

About the Iburi: Following the same logic as with Hozuki, through it wasn't shown in the anime, I think that Iburi were able to create something wing-like to easier move around in the air. Yes, they are shown to be unstable and weak in the anime, but my personal take on this — the clan is already weakened, suffered from inbreeding and chakra deficiency a lot, thus not being able to manipulate steam in a normal way. Iburi's ancestors certainly were stronger or they won't have survived to modern Naruto days.

About Jugo's clan: well, I was thinking that if there is a clan that can turn their bodies into liquid and a clan which can turn their bodies into gas, there must also be a clan that turns their bodies into solid things! As a result of short research, I realised that it fits Jugo's clan. I also suppose it takes more chakra to create solid things than to create liquids and gases, so Jugo's clan would've had to get more energy.

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

Soy…soy lo que dejaron. Soy toda la sobra de lo que se robaron. Un pueblo escondido en la cima, mi piel es de cuero por eso aguanta cualquier clima. Soy una fábrica de humo, mano de obra campesina para tu consumo. Frente de frío en el medio del verano, El amor en los tiempos del cólera mi hermano. El sol que nace y el día que muere con los mejores atardeceres. Soy el desarrollo en carne viva, un discurso político sin saliva. Las caras más bonitas que he conocido, soy la fotografía de un desaparecido. La sangre dentro de tus venas, soy un pedazo de tierra que vale la pena. Una canasta con frijoles. Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra anotándote dos goles. Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera, la espina dorsal del planeta es mi cordillera. Soy lo que me enseñó mi padre: él que no quiere a su patria no quiere a su madre. Soy América Latina, un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina. [Tú no puedes comprar el viento, tú no puedes comprar el sol Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia, tú no puedes comprar el calor Tú no puedes comprar las nubes, Tú no puedes comprar los colores. Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría, tú no puedes comprar mis dolores…] Tengo los lagos, tengo los ríos, tengo mis dientes para cuando me sonrío. La nieve que maquilla mis montañas, tengo el sol que me seca y la lluvia que me baña. Un desierto embriagado con peyote, un trago de Pulque para cantar con los coyotes. Todo lo que necesito, tengo a mis pulmones respirando azul clarito. La altura que sofoca, soy las muelas de mi boca mascando coca. El otoño con sus hojas desmayadas, los versos escritos bajo la noche estrellada. Una viña repleta de uvas, un cañaveral bajo el sol en Cuba. Soy el mar caribe que vigila las casitas haciendo rituales de agua bendita. El viento que peina mi cabello, soy todos los santos que cuelgan de mi cuello. El jugo de mi lucha no es artificial porque el abono de mi tierra es natural. [Tú no puedes comprar el viento, tú no puedes comprar el sol Tú no puedes comprar la lluvia, tú no puedes comprar el calor Tú no puedes comprar las nubes, tú no puedes comprar los colores. Tú no puedes comprar mi alegría, tú no puedes comprar mis dolores…] Trabajo bruto, pero con orgullo aquí se comparte…lo mío es tuyo. Este pueblo no se ahoga con marullos y si se derrumba, yo lo reconstruyo Tampoco pestañeo cuando te miro para que te acuerdes de mi apellido La Operación Cóndor invadiendo mi nido perdono, pero nunca olvido Vamos caminando (Aquí se respira lucha) Vamos caminando (Yo canto porque se escucha…) Vamos dibujando el camino Vamos caminando (Aquí estamos de pie) QUE VIVA LATINOAMÉRICA

[lavacamu]

Capítulo 5

Al otro día, te despertaste de tu letargo, dándote cuenta de que Capitano, anoche, había puesto un manto extra sobre ti antes de que te quedaras dormida. Tocaste el manto, te percataste de que seguía tibio… posiblemente tenía algún mecanismo o energía elemental que lo mantenía así, aunque desconocías su funcionamiento. Después de darte un baño y cambiarte de ropa a tu otra muda de uniforme de sirvienta, bajaste las escaleras para preparar el desayuno de tu amo. Vivir sola te había hecho aprender gran cantidad de platillos, solamente experimentando y por como habías visto que tu amo cocinaba. Ahora, te las arreglaste para hacer pan horneado, algunos huevos revueltos, su café, y una jarra de jugo natural. Esperaste media hora, y después de eso fuiste directamente a si habitación para tocar la puerta, a lo que no recibiste respuesta. Te diste cuenta de que él se había ido. 

La intriga te mantuvo enferma mínimo una semana, hasta que te acostumbraste a vivir con ella. Cuando comenzaste a trabajar con Capitano, te habías convertido en una persona muy estricta con los horarios, con la higiene y con las tareas, así que, que él no te haya avisado que se fue, y mucho menos cuando va a llegar, derrumbaba los muros de tu tranquilidad, ya que no tenías idea de qué tareas hacer. Siempre que él llegaba, le esperabas con un baño caliente, comida caliente recién hecha (y postres, los que él adoraba), la casa totalmente limpia, la mesa puesta… entre muchas otras cosas, tareas que habías solamente si él llegaba a casa. Por una semana estuviste haciendo esas tareas, esperando que él llegue, pero no lo hizo. Te acostumbraste nuevamente a la soledad, aunque, en tu cabeza, no dejaban de vagar ideas tontas de que él tal vez te había abandonado, de que posiblemente nunca vaya a regresar… o mucho peor, a él le había pasado algo malo y por eso no regresaba. Apartaste esos pensamientos negativos de tu mente mientras, un mes y medio de la partida de Capitano, te encontrabas mirando por el gran ventanal de tu habitación. La temporada helada estaba terminando, solo para dar paso a la floreada primavera… pero en la transición de ambas, solo había lluvias torrenciales todos los días, cosa que, sin entenderlo, te deprimía bastante. Por alguna razón que desconocías, el agua te traía bastantes sentimientos ajenos y tristes.

Para tu fortuna, Capitano no se había llevado todo consigo… había dejado su abrigo, el que te prestó aquella noche nevada en la que viste el exterior por primera vez. Justo ahora, mirabas la lluvia descender por tu ventana mientras te envolvías en el calor del abrigo, inundándote con el aroma masculino igual que cada noche que te sentías sola y abandonada por la única persona que pensabas que no lo haría. 

Era medianoche, y sentada, viendo la luna, te estabas quedando dormida en la silla hasta que escuchaste el rechinar de la puerta principal al abrirse. Estabas en pijama, te pusiste las pantuflas y rápidamente bajaste las escaleras, saltándote algunos escalones para llegar al primer piso. 

Y ahí estaba él, venía totalmente empapado, de pies a cabeza, sus botas militares llenas de barro ensuciaban la pulcra cerámica que limpiabas sin falta cada día. Su ropa estaba cubierta de lluvia, y sangre, ya que las pequeñas gotas estilaban, eran de color rojizo, lo que indicaba un previo sangrado. 

Te paralizaste en la base de las escaleras, no estabas preparada para su llegada, mucho menos a esta hora, no, no tenías nada preparado para él y te aterraba su enojo.

“¿Q-Quiere que le prepare su alcoba? ¿Que le cocine…? ¿T-tiene heridas? ¿D-debo lavar su ropa? ¿P-preparar la tina? Oh, y el piso… ahora está sucio, también debo limpiarlo” Cada palabra que salía de tu boca no hacía más que llegar a la cabeza de Capitano en forma de un fuerte zumbido, estaba adolorido y cansado, y lo último que quería era escucharte tartamudear. 

“Calla. Ve a la cocina, trae algunas hierbas, la caja bajo el lavaplatos y entra en mi baño. No tengo hambre, y nadie se va a morir si hay un poco de barro, y te apuras” no fue necesario que dijera otra cosa, comenzó a subir las escaleras con pesados pasos mientras tú cumplas con su recado. Subiste rápidamente las escaleras, viendo las huellas de barro que había dejado él segundos antes, y entraste a la habitación. Eran muy escasas las veces que tenías ese privilegio, generalmente él te prohibia entrar allí. No quisiste hacerlo esperar más, y seguiste las pisadas hasta el baño, donde tocaste la puerta y él te dio la orden de entrar. 

En serio se veía demacrado, estaba sentado en un taburete. Te acercaste, dejando la caja de lado, y preparaste el baño, con agua bastante caliente, temías que estando así de empapado pudiera enfermar, pero él no parecía importarle en lo más mínimo. 

“¿Sabes atender heridas, Rose?” Te preguntó directamente “No… pero puedo aprender” respondiste. Esa determinación en tu voz remeció el interior de Capitano, el que te quedó mirando un rato, y luego te extendió su mano enguantada. “Después de mirar lo que hay bajo el cuero de mi ropa, no hay vuelta atrás, Rose. ¿Estás segura de que tienes la suficiente determinación como para seguir?”

Aquellas palabras te hicieron conectar varios puntos en tu mente, el primero, era el hecho de que Capitano cargaba su casco en todo momento. No sabías si dormía con él, aunque algo dentro de ti te decía que si, además, de que ocupaba varias prendas de ropa. Tú eras muy observadora, aquella era una virtud que te había enseñado tus años de cautiva en el laboratorio; mirar y analizar. Nunca se había quitado una prenda frente a ti, mucho menos, nunca habías visto su piel. ¿Había algo horrible detrás de todo esto?

SIn dudar, tomaste su mano enguantada, la que era considerablemente más grande que la tuya, y con cuidado te deshiciste del guante. Te sorprendió mucho la verdadera piel de aquel hombre; era una mezcla entre piel oscurecida por cicatrices, algunas extrañas heridas, que claramente no eran normales y eran bastante profundas, tanto así, que podías ver los huesos de su mano, era similar a la podredumbre de tus compañeros en el laboratorio de Dottore. Menos mal no salía olor a podredumbre. Además de esas peculiares heridas, habían heridas de las normales, algunas eran quemaduras llenas de ampollas, y otras eran algunos que otros raspones sobre sus nudillos, 

“Sabía que no podías manejarlo. Mejor vete de aquí, mierda, no te quiero ver” Gruñó, apartando su mano bruscamente de tí, como si quisiera esconder esa parte de sí mismo de tus ojos. Rápidamente, te dedicaste a… parece que por primera vez, desebedecerlo. Tomaste su mano suavemente de vuelta, atrayéndola a ti.

“No… solo… eh… estaba pensando en que tal vez las hierbas que traje no serían suficiente, y que la medicina… eh… pues… no surta mucho efecto en esas heridas grandes, en el laboratorio veía que es difícil que curen… pero claro, haré lo que me ordene, señor” murmuraste, mirándolo. De nuevo estaba ahí ese brillo que a Capitano le gustaba; la determinación, las ganas de ayudar, y lo servicial que podías ser.

“Ayúdame a quitarme la ropa. Tengo de estas en todo el cuerpo, no te sorprendas. La sangre seca se suele pegar a la ropa, no tengas compasión y solo quítame todo. No pierdas el tiempo tratando las heridas oscuras y profunda, solo cura las quemaduras y raspones” él te dio órdenes directas para dejar de sentir ese extraño hormigueo en el pecho cada vez que notaba esa determinación e tu mirada. Así comenzaste a desnudarlo, siguiendo sus instrucciones. Después de quitarle los guantes, seguiste con la chaqueta y luego la camisa, era la primera vez que veías el cuerpo de un hombre de su tipo; su espalda, a pesar de estar cubierta de heridas, era fuerte, ancha y tonificada, al igual que su pecho y sus brazos, el grosor de uno de sus brazos fácilmente podía ser del grosor de tu cabeza. Tragaste saliva y ayudaste a quitarle las botas militares y los pantalones. Después de unos minutos, solo quedaban dos prendas importantes cubriendo su cuerpo; el casco, y sus calzoncillos. Cuando estiraste tus brazos para quitarle el casco, él rapidamente tomó tus brazos, alejándote, y te llamó la atención.

“No, ese no lo saques, nunca me saques el casco, Rose, nunca me veas sin él. Es una órden, ¿Entendiste?” Tensa, bajaste la mirada y asentiste, sin comprender del todo su mal humor respecto al tema, si ya prácticamente habías visto todo su cuerpo desnudo. Decidiste no darle más vueltas al asunto y deshacerte de la otra prenda, a lo que él de nuevo te apartó. “No, ese tampoco, ¿Estás loca, mujer? Estás muy rara hoy…” Capitano rápidamente te dio la espalda y se dirigió a la bañera, metiéndose dentro de ella. 

Mientras entraba en las calientes aguas, tu le mirabas la tonificada espalda, imaginando lo fuerte que era aquel hombre… imaginabas muchas cosas, la verdad. Un cosquilleo se extendió por tu vientre, y apartaste la mirada para eliminar esa sensación, así que mejor fuiste a buscar las hierbas y ungüentos. 

Capitano, en cambio, se apresuró entrar en el agua, queriendo esconder la prominente erección bajo su ropa interior. Se sentía, después de muchos años, emocionado por la compañía de una mujer dentro de las mismas cuatro paredes, se sentía eufórico por tu toque… se reprendió a si mismo esas actitudes que no eran de un hombre, sino de un puberto con falta de iniciativa. 

“¿Quiere que le limpie las heridas, señor?”

Santa mierda, Capitano tragó duramente saliva antes de asentir, casi contra su voluntad. Ni siquiera él mismo se entendía, lo estabas volviendo loco de formas que él no entendía, y realmente jamás desearía que tú te involucraras de esa forma con alguien como él. 

Con tus manos, le limpiaste las heridas de la espalda con el agua caliente de la regadera, suavemente. Capitano, para distraer su mente, hizo lo mismo con las heridas que tenía en el pecho y el tórax, esperando que su mente no divague en la tranquila y tierna forma que limpiabas su espalda. No podía dejar de imaginarlo, el dolor en su entrepierna se hacia insoportable con el pasar de los minutos. ¿Esto era lo que le había enseñado sus años de capitán? Siglos de enseñarle a sus subordinados el valor de la disciplina, y ahora él estaba cayendo en sus fantasías solo al dejar que su sirvienta le toque un poco el cuerpo. En su defensa, se dijo mentalmente, hace mucho no sentía la calidez de una mujer sobre su cuerpo… mucho menos había tocado alguna. Cerró los ojos y se dejó llevar por las manos trabajando en su espalda, por los aromas de las hierbas dentro de la bañera, que perfumaban su cuerpo y relajaban el ambiente por el vapor creado, se relajó escuchando tu respiración tras su espalda. Nuevamente, su mente divagaba, imaginando como sería obtener más de ti, soñando en cómo seria sacarte pequeños jadeos de placer y hacer que tu respiración se agitara con la excitación… enseñarte lo que eran los placeres carnales que él podía mostrarte, hundirse en tus pliegues por horas hasta que ninguno pudiera soportar más. Esa última imaginación llevó un escalofrío por todo el cuerpo de Capitano.

“Rose, prepara mi cama. Lleva la caja contigo”

Fue una suerte que te fueras rápidamente, así él pudo tratar de calmar el duro problema que tenía tras su ropa interior… sin tanto éxito. Ni siquiera funcionó tratar de complacerse a sí mismo…

Después de diez minutos pensando en cosas asquerosas para bajar el endurecimiento de su erección, se calmó. Mientras, tú te encontrabas ordenando su cama, las almohadas, y él salió del baño justo cuando prendías unas velas aromáticas con aromas relajantes. Él se había cambiado ropa a ropa interior seca, y además, una bata negra que le cubría hasta las rodillas. Se sentó en la cama y suspiró, fatigado.

“Coloca parches y el ungüento” manda, y eso hiciste. Ahora él se veía considerablemente mejor que hace media hora. Tus pensamientos seguían a todo galope, sensaciones que no entendías, y que eran nuevas para ti. Mientras ponías parches con ungüento por su cuerpo, tu mente divagaba mucho.

“¿Qué edad crees que tengo?” Preguntó él, de la nada.

Lo miraste unos segundos, pensando en cuál sería la mejor respuesta para él. “¿30…?” Titubeas. Una ronca risa fue su respuesta. 

“Rose, tengo 529 años”

El silencio fue tu reacción. No entendías.

“En una antigua guerra, me maldijeron. Por eso tengo esas heridas por el cuerpo, porque, técnicamente… debería de estar muerto, ser un cadáver” asientes ante lo que te dice, aunque te cuesta comprender como alguien puede vivir tanto tiempo “Mi cara esconde aún más enigmas, así que te prohibo verla”

Asientes, no podías ver sus ojos a través del casco que cubría las facciones del capitán… pero podías notar sus ojos fijos en tí, su mirada penetrante que hacía que te sintieras pequeña.

“Eres afortunada de ser humana, Rose. Cuando todo se calme, tienes la libertad de hacer lo que quieras con tu vida, incluso si eso significa que no podré verte más”

Aquello sonaba como una promesa por cumplir, la promesa de que él te dejaría libre, de que no eres una esclava para él… que quiere que tengas una vida feliz, aunque eso signifique no volver a verte.

“Me gusta trabajar aquí” dices, terminando con la conversación, dando por hecho que, aunque muchas oportunidades se te presenten, te gustaría seguir en la finca, trabajando para él. 

“Rose, tu…” él te sujeta el brazo, llamando tu atención. Se quedan unos segundos en silencio, hasta que te soltó. “Vete a tu alcoba, gracias por tu ayuda” 

Asientes, y después de agachar la cabeza en una reverencia, te retiraste. Después de limpiar el lodo de las cerámicas, te fuiste a tu lecho, te recostaste dentro del abrigo como muchas veces, ahora, en lugar de imaginar como se sentirían sus brazos alrededor tuyo, solamente recordabas la calidez de su cuerpo bajo las palmas de tus manos preocupadas.

[omoiintensifies]

So Team Taka is basically an alternative interpretation (Kishi's) of Team 7 if you really think about it.

Like Karin is Sakura for obvious reasons and her dynamic with Suigetsu is basically Naruto and Sakura dynamic.

But most importantly, what we might have missed is, Jugo is Sasuke's alter ego and that's just amazing to me, because Jugo is unintentionally murderous/vengeful (born this way) just as the destiny for revenge was pretty much forced upon Sasuke. But Sasuke has another side too...the animal loving, nature loving...deep in the woods- meditation type, and I think that's a brilliant clue towards understanding Sasuke's character who is usually, very much misunderstood.

Ff writers, do what you will with this information. But tag me, I need good bedtime stories to sleep.

[suika-suigetsu]

Jugo being the Disney princess he always was

I already have two requests to make Jugo a Disney princess...

I say I'm going to do it!! This year, I don't know when. I'm trying to think of the best princess for him.

I know the obvious answers are Snow White or Cinderella, who are better known for the cute scenes with birds, but I really like how Pocahontas loves nature and animals, just like Jugo seems to love them too.

I'm going to decide and do it, for sure. 💜