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With a reddened face and tears still fresh in the corners of her eyes, it is obvious she has been crying. But she would force a smile and wave it off. 

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You are a terrible mother and a horrible wife.

She tries to not look upset by that. She really does. But it doesn’t work in the end. 

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REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version

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“Come now, let’s get you dried off.” Smiling, she doesn’t question the other’s state. An explanation would come in time. 

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Don't come near me or my 48 dogs again.

@ofninken 

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Wipes at her eyes with a small smile still upon her face, tears eventually slowing after she wills them to do just that. “Sorry. I’m alright.” 

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     Her arms opened and Sasori felt his heart drop in his chest. She was still accepting of him—more than that, she was open and willing to embrace him. Not many did that even when he was the supposed picture perfect child. 

 The composure he struggled to keep was fading fast. Fingers trembling, Sasori was reduced to the child he was and accepted her hug readily. Even after what he had done, Karura was warm. 

  “I’m sorry—”       His first words to her, as if still expecting her to push away and already begging her not to. 

  “I’m not a good person anymore…” 

Arms immediately wrap themselves around his form. She doesn’t mind in that moment that she was hugging somebody who could be counted as a criminal. She didn’t even think like that. After all, this was Sasori and even the coldest of people deserved some consolation. Sure, he’d done bad things. He wasn’t pure. That was certain. 

“I’m not the one who needs to be apologized to given you’ve done nothing to me.”

Yet she smiles softly and pats his back lightly. She wouldn’t stop hugging until he pushed her away or asked to be let go. 

“I’m not going to argue. But, Dearest Sasori, you are not alone in this world. I will always be here. Many ninjas are murderers these days so you are not the single murderer in this village. They will give you nasty looks. They will be harsh. But when you need peace, come here.” 

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ツ - any pets? ☂ - favorite season? ✐ - fave types of movies?

ツ - any pets?

( I actually have a lot of pets! I volunteer at an animal shelter every weekend since I have off work on those days usually.  I count every single animal in there as my baby, so I consider them my pets!!! But at home I have four dogs! ) 

☂ - favorite season?

( I really enjoy Autumn because cold air is nice to feel without having to use a coat. Plus there is Thanksgiving, many times to enjoy nice drinks and you can cuddle!!! ) 

✐ - fave types of movies?

( Romance or Superhero movies probably! I have a weakness for Marvel, you see. ) 

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ASK THE MUN

‼ - real name? ✺ - eye color? ✁ - hair? ☿ - zodiac sign? ☃ - tall/short? ❅ - any sports? ✈ - hobbies? ❤ - single/taken? ツ - any pets? ☂ - favorite season? ✐ - fave types of movies? ❣ - how would it be your ideal date? ☣ - phobias? ☠ - fears? ✘ - hates? ° - ever were close to death? ♧ -….. on drugs? ♠ -…..smoked? ♦ -…..had alcohol? ❥ - sexual orientation ♚ - favorite eye color? ♛ - favorite hair color? ♪ - music you like? ✌ - favorite bands/ singers? ♒ - fave animes? ❦-.fave characters? ✿ - fave kind of clothing? ღ - mottos? ✬ - photo of me?

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–( @karvra )—

  Sasori hadn’t been released for long after what he had done to the 3rd Kazekage. It was amazing they had reached a compromise at all, but it seemed lady luck shined on him. Now he was simply on probation. 

 Oh did the young man hope to whatever God there was that Karura didn’t hate him, however. His artwork, his recent behavior, his selfishness, all good reasons for her to keep to herself.  Who knew how she felt. 

But he was going to find out. 

 “Karura—”    Sasori knocked on her door, aware of the nearby shinobi keeping their eye on him.        

She had been working on making a blanket when a knock sounds upon the outside of the door. Of course, she was alone in the house but that didn’t stop her curiosity from shining through. Tilting her head and blinking, her tools are settled down on the table before her. Who could that possibly be? At such an early hour, too? 

Standing and making her way to the door. Once opened, her eyes catch sight of the male standing before her. Her expression drops for only a moment before concern shines through. 

Opening her arms, she gestures for him to step closer so she can hug him. She doesn’t care if he denies her, it is worth a shot. 

“Sasori.“ 

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❣ but *side eyes cause ichibi!karura, cue heart ache*

Send me ❣ and my muse will tell you what they love the most about yours !!!

“Choose one thing? That is hard!” Tapping her chin with her pointer finger, she hums quietly. Thoughts race as she tries to figure out what exactly she loved the most. It really was quite the tough question. Her husband was full of lovable qualities. But…

“Your smile when it is actually unguarded and real.  It’s a cheesy answer and honestly I cannot decide! But your smile is one of the many things I love about you. The way it still makes me feel like we just fell in love and how my heart beats quicker when I see it.” 

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Yondaime Kazekage and Karura-san

( source: セキ @pixiv )

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Send me ❣ and my muse will tell you what they love the most about yours

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You're hot holy shit. Rasa is a lucky man.

“O-Oh!! Thank you! …I think…” 

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cfmusings:

i choose you. && i’ll choose you, over && over && over again. without pause, without doubt, in a heartbeat, i’ll keep choosing you. 

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Midnight. ( drabble )

It is dark when she gets up and makes her way to the window overlooking the village. Several nights of sleeplessness followed after the event of Shukaku’s Sealing (as that was the name they had started to call it ) and it was wearing on her. Dark circles had started to shine through skin underneath her eyes. Irritability had been something she had been more prone to than ever. It hurt to think about the previous night. The sounds of her mind echoing as a deep voice called out again and again. 

                              K I L L . . . . . K I L L . . . . . K I L L . . . . . 

Her mind was strong from previous years of shinobi action but this was pure torture. The beast never stopped. Reasoning with Shukaku had proved fruitless, given the beast hadn’t done anything but stare at her from its “cage”. The word cage was used lightly with her given she preferred to see their situation as something as a co-existence. They both were caught in cages honestly. But none of that mattered too much in the moment. There was something on her mind other than the ruthless string of violent suggestions. 

Her mood was dropping rapidly which was making her mind more and more weak toward the mental attacks of the One-Tail. It had been nearly two weeks now yet she still lingered on the fact that she was with child. What happened if she didn’t make it? What if the beast harmed her baby? Or any of her family for that fact? There were many questions. So many questions and very little answers for said questions. 

Taking a deep breath, she would move out the door in a swift motion, leaving her sleeping husband behind her for the time being. Escaping toward the roof for as soon as she reaches her destination, she collapses. Hands grip at her ears, a silent scream parting lips. It was getting to be too much for her. Rest didn’t come easy no matter what and she very well might kill her child with her idiotic actions. Both factors of the matter were enough to make her break at the seams. 

Slamming a fist against the roof -- no sound even sounds or echoes over the blowing winds and stirring sand -- and allowing tears to slide from the corners of her now shut eyes, she presses her forehead against the material of the roof. 

                                                             “Please.... No....” 

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2 doodles of ichibi jinchuriki karura bc siGN ME THE FUCK UP.

blame @karvra and their anon tbh