#nurturedbyblood

[kaknzn]

“ papa , dad fell down the stairs and after laughing at him for twenty minutes I feel bad cause he won’t get up. “ ( IM SORRY SKSNK )

     Kakuzu peered over the banister, down to the ground floor of their home where Hidan seemed to be laying prone, then looked back at Sarada.

     “He’s... fine. Your Papa is taking an unscheduled nap. He’ll wake up in a few hours good as new.”@nurtured-by-blood @infernoforced

[peepingtoad]

// @nurtured-by-blood liked for a starter {x}

Jiraiya was doing this for Nagato and Konan--which was easy enough to do... at the beginning. But then they’d begun to enlist some real characters. The sort one saw adorning many a wanted list or poster, who Jiraiya had only previously heard of in fearful whispers on his travels.

How was he supposed to fit in around people like this? His doubts about the direction of Akatsuki were ever-growing, needless to say, but he would support those two until the end. If that meant playing nice with the most unsavoury of criminals, then so be it.

��Read any good books lately, uh...” Damn. Why didn’t they wear name tags? He sipped his tea, hoping that would make it less obvious that he hadn’t the foggiest. This one wasn’t that well-known compared to, say, Kakuzu. “... fella?”

[koukennin]

@nurtured-by-blood cont. from ( x )

     ✖ II —Itachi had expected a couple of years, something like hundred, because that wouldn’t surprise him with Hidan’s abilities at all, but the answer that he got did in fact surprise the midnight-haired male, making a brief show of the emotion dance in obsidian hues before stoicness once again took over. Observing for a bit, the slender male watched the other, picking-up the change in behavior immediately. A thing that hadn’t gone unnoticed even if he was focusing more on the fact that Hidan might be be older than the histories which he had read throughout his years.

Curiosity immediately bloomed within the softly defined chest of the Uchiha. It wasn’t anything new that Uchiha Itachi had a thing for history or anything that could be something from legends, so of course Hidan’s age woke such a simple - yet, deep emotion within the midnight-haired male.

     ❝  So true immortality. It must be heavy.  ❞

Like time itself could be, Itachi could only imagine how lonely such a road must be.

[aloeverabastard]

//OOC About Mun

Name :  Cherie, Cherry, Ree, waifu

Height :  5'3”

Nationality :  Mexican/White

Favourite fruit(s): Lychee, Peach, satsumas

Favourite season(s) :  Autumn

Favourite scent(s) : petrichor, lavender, rose, orange blossom, sakura (its faint but still nice), gasoline.

Favourite animal(s) :  shark 🦈 and sea cucumbers （ｏ大ｏ）3

Tea / Coffee / Hot cocoa :  Tea and Coffee. Hot cocoa is ok but im not the biggest fan of chocolate.

Average hours of sleep : 5?

When my blog was created :  this one? December 2018

Random fact : i have a blood disease called Von Willebrands disease

Favourite food(s) : Curry of any kind, gumbo, soondubu jigae, Tom Kha soup, Pho, Taiwanese beef noodle soup, grilled mackerel and gunpowder rice, Salmon in general...basically all my comfort food

Favourite meme : it changes

Pronouns :  she

Favourite book series :  Harry Potter i guess

Favourite video game(s) :  Okami by far

Favourite subject : Art

Guys / Girls :  Yes

Last time I cried :  I forgot but I know it was recent

What I should be doing :  working

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Tagging: @deidaraiwa @starrustarru @sutiliscor @zetsu-official @realkisamefacts @kaguya-facts @cityalien

[aloeverabastard]

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💚💚💚

L3 w Zetsu

Here ya go, ya big gay. 😏

[kyuubiheir]

          with a shake of his head  ,  menma walked across the apartment to fall into the empty space on the couch next to his 'friend' term a loose one  .  menma didn't have friends  ,  just people who tolerated him  .           “     you and y' god  ,  oh so just a self sacrifice thing then  ?  well do what ya gotta do  .     ”          he'd never understand it  ,  being an atheist surely didn't help  .

          closing his eyes as he let his head fall back against the soft of the cushion  ,  he didn't need to look at hidan  ,  he could just hear the irritation within his tone  .           “     geez calm down will ya  .  i needed a place to crash for the night  ,  lost my keys at the bar somewhere i'm sure  .     ”          re-opening his eyes  ,  a cant of the head in the other's direction with that glimmer of a smirk  .           “     besides  ,  i knew you'd be awake doing your weird shit and c'mon y' know you love my charming company  .     ”

 ↪     continuation     ━     @nurtured-by-blood  !  *

[kaknzn]

“…Do we always end up on top of each other?” -Hidan

Training turned Tension

     @nurtured-by-blood ♥

     His shoulders rested against the cool dirt beneath him, heart beasts poised to attack. However, the battlefield between them stilled. As the dust settled, and tensions passed, Kakuzu realized he’d lost. Not because Hidan had him on the ground on his back, but because instead of wanting to fight, to throw Hidan off of him and continue the match, he wanted him to stay right where he was.

     Kakuzu swallowed back the thick realization in his throat and kept his face stoic under his mask. The way the sun lit behind Hidan’s head, and the endless blue sky made him feel like they were falling into each other made Kakuzu’s head spin.

      It was then that he realized that Hidan had said something above him.

      “What?”

[kaknzn]

⚠️

Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.

     @nurtured-by-blood  ♥ 

     That’s more blood than he’s used to. One of his hearts was failing. Looking at the blood soaked through his shirt, he knew he’d have to replace it soon. Damn that lighting type chakra. He would need to find some improvement to his iron shield technique soon to prevent this from happening again. It was just one heart, and of course he had many in stock, but it didn’t make the death any less physically painful.

     Replacing it would have to wait until morning. The wound was already stitching itself shut anyway. He would have to work harder on his jutsu. His weakness was becoming more pronounced in battle, and was leaving a large hole in his defenses. Hidan wouldn’t be able to count on him if his techniques were falling behind. 

     Looking up, Kakuzu caught sight of fuschia eyes in the mirror.

     “I’ll clean up the blood when I’m done here,” he said. Still clad in his ANBU armor, Kakuzu was exhausted from the mission. “Sorry.” What was this feeling? Weakness? 

[kaknzn]

Today my dumbass boyfriend ate dehydration packets and laundry detergent.

And you know I'm not even disappointed because his breath smells like Gain.

[kaknzn]

😍 (3 things Kazoo loves about his favorite Jashinist)

send me 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them.

     “You make a decent cup of coffee, you eat from the trash so that saves money I guess, and you’re not horrible looking. But you better brush your teeth if you think you’re bringing that garbage mouth anywhere near me.”

@nurtured-by-blood

[kaknzn]

Whats personal space? -Hidan

Send “What is personal space?” for your muse to invade my muse’s personal space.|| Not accepting

     For what little could be seen of Kakuzu’s face, it certainly gave away more than he’d wanted it to. Sometimes, Kakuzu would forget that Hidan wasn’t in the hole anymore. It was difficult, facing how long he’d left his partner to rot. He wasn’t the same man he’d been when Hidan had been buried. Neither of them could ever be the same.

     Kakuzu could only be grateful that words didn’t have to pass between them for an embrace to take place. That was the beauty of their partnership. Even after what was more than twenty years apart, Hidan still knew him. Even through the changes, through all the suffering Hidan himself had gone through, they knew each other. They didn’t always need to talk. It would be humiliating to ask anyway.

     This way, they could simply be quiet. They could let their suffering pass, and they could focus on the good within the four walls of the home they’d carved out here.

     “You’re heavy,” Kakuzu commented. A positive. It was a much better alternative in his lap than the skeletal frame he’d pulled from the hole. Thank goodness.

[kaknzn]

Toot toot 👀

Send me “ Toot toot! ” to give my muse a kazoo!

      This had to be a joke. His boyfriend was not a funny man-- this stupid, plastic, play on his name. How... insulting.

     At least, he wanted to be insulted. He wanted to yell at Hidan and tell him off for spending money on something so incredibly pointless. But.. Hidan had found this, thought of him, and purchased it as a gift. How could he be angry? Kakuzu didn’t receive a lot of gifts.

     He ran his finger along the shiny, red, plastic outside, and then put it in his pocket. It probably wasn’t the reaction that anyone would be expecting. In fact, he surprised himself when he uttered a quiet but sincere:

      “Thank you.”

[kaknzn]

"Do you know if there are any police around? Cause I’m about to steal your heart. " -Hidan

     @nurtured-by-blood

     “Steal…? From me? Over my dead body.” hssssSSSS sS sS sS

[kaknzn]

Wakey wakey. 😏 -Hidan

Send “wakey wakey” for my muse to stumble into the room, barely awake, bedhead all over the place, and still in their sleeping clothes.

     God, he could use a good cup of coffee. Last night had been brutal with nightmares plaguing him. Each time he breathed in, he could taste the dirt in his teeth, the way the wind cooled sweat and blood on his body. 

     Coffee probably isn’t the best choice, he decided, as his stomach roiled at the thought. The fear from his dreams began to slowly subside as he set the kettle on to boil for a cup of tea instead. With a discontented sigh, he grabbed a piece of fruit from atop the fridge and collapsed himself into one of the many chairs around the dining table-- though it was mostly used as a drop station for various akatsuki member’s things. 

     Kakuzu focused his gaze intently on a pile of bloodied senbon left on a paper towel. Surely they were still dripping with poison. He ignored his partner as he sunk his teeth into the banana without even peeling it. 

     He hated mornings.

[kaknzn]

😍 // @hidan-isweartodrunkimnotjashin

Send me ‘😍’ for your muse to catch mine staring lovingly at your muse

     Kakuzu was used to people looking at him. He was rather conspicuous. To say the least. Tall, clad in a dark cloak with garish red clouds, green eyes, mysterious mask, and a general aura of murder about him, Kakuzu was more than used to being glanced at. Usually those looks ranged from query to hatred, and some even quite afraid. 

     Kakuzu was not used to being looked at with love. 

     Not once had anyone in his life spared him a glance of affection. Here Hidan was... looking at him like that. 

     In public no less.

     Nauseating, he thought to himself... but he couldn’t help the slope in his shoulders, and the loosening of his fist as he exhaled a sigh. If anyone cared to glance their way at that moment, they would catch the tender way that Kakuzu looked back at Hidan. It lasted a mere blink, and then Kakuzu turned his head away to look back at his map.

[kaknzn]

Modern Switch-Up

@nurtured-by-blood

Hidan grimaced and gave the taller man a once over. The stranger had just walked up to him asking for his help as if he knew him. The people around the neighborhood that did know him knew to stay the fuck out of his way. So why was this guy acting so fucking comfortable?

He saw the strange mans hand curl into a fist and tightened his hold on the small scythe he kept in his jacket. Whoever the guy was, he didn’t trust him. He wasn’t planning on doing a sacrifice tonight but, hell, Lord Jashin wouldn’t mind.

“I’ll help you remove that head of yours if you dont back the fuck up.” He took the scythe out of his jacket and clicked the release for the blade. He preferred his triple bladed scythe but seeing as he wasn’t planning on hunting tonight and had left it, his more portable one would have to do. “Jashin is always looking for more souls,” he sneered.

     What the hell? Not that Kakuzu could really be surprised by the fight instinct in his partner, but a quick look over gave him the impression that perhaps something wasn’t quite right. Ready to defend himself, he took his eye off Hidan for only a moment to look around his surroundings again. If they got in a fight, then it would definitely draw attention. 

     “As much as I enjoy our usual conflict resolution, Hidan, now is not the time. Where the hell are we? What is this place?” If Hidan were to attack him, at least he knew he could hold his own. 

     There was so much to process that Kakuzu felt a little bit dizzy. Were they even in Ame anymore?