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okinasekai:

It absolutely burned. Of all the possibilities, that was certainly not anticipated. A heavy shout echoed from his throat as he helplessly shook his head and rolled across the ground in complete agony. It felt as though his eyeballs were melting, it was borderline the most excruciating pain he’s ever experienced. 

When he felt the back of his scruff gripped by her hand, he instinctively snapped his fangs in her direction, but nothing became of it. He couldn’t very well fight if he couldn’t see, and the scent of ash filled his nose, he couldn’t rely on his strongest sense, either. This bitch had rendered him useless. 

❝ I’m going to GET you for THIS! ❞

Currently, it remained an empty threat. As much as he tried to deny it, Katsu was at her mercy. 

“ Shut the hell up. You aren’t gonna do anythin’, ”          She snapped, more than irritated because she was in pain. Akatsuchi was now bandaging the bite wound, and she was grumbling something about rabies and ‘mangy dogs’.

“ You’re lucky he’s with me, dog. I’d skin ya for a new coat if he weren’t. ”                   Kurotsuchi sounded like she meant it, too. Akatsuchi, for all his kindness, went so far as to apologize for her behavior. But, he clarified that they couldn’t let the wolf-man go. Though, admittedly... “ I’m not sure what to do with him, ”         The young woman quipped when the throbbing in her forearm was bearable. “ Like...do we keep ‘im? As a prisoner? ”         They were both young and inexperienced with hostiles. Akatsuchi eloquently shrugged.

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uchihascrusade:

The name didn’t appear to immediately ring any bells, perhaps for her lack of interest in other villages and their notable shinobi at the time. But as she thought about it, she seemed to squint her eyes and nod slightly, remembering something.

❝ I believe I recall my brother once fighting someone with that name, but I’m afraid the name isn’t familiar to me otherwise. ❞  

Generally, everything Madara once said stuck to her mind like glue, but his battle stories of victory all started to mash together and sound much the same every time he told them. Perhaps that is why he ceased from boasting of his victories to her as often as he once did. But now, she’d give anything to have him back, to listen to these stories again. To just have her brother… 

❝ Too fresh? You are Tsuchikage, that alone means something big, dear. If anything I can admire your position. ❞ 

After all, women in power and leadership seemed to rub well on Tsuna.

“ Your brother fought him post-mortem, but I can’t remember if they fought ‘fore I was alive. ”        Kurotsuchi lifted a shoulder in a shrug. Tsuna would know better about the Sandaime’s history with her kin. She, after all, had been eye-witness to history. “ My gramps is old, but, I dunno if he’s that old. Founders old. We’re descended from the first Tsuchikage and the warlords ‘fore him, but, y’know...timelines. They're hard to read. I’m not so good with ‘em. ” At the mention of ‘something big’, the young woman’s brows arched. Surely the title was an impressive one, but... “ Oh, yeah-- you came from an era where there were no female kage, huh? ”

“ I think it took too damn long for it to happen, t’be honest. And then it was Mei, Tsunade, myself...one right after the other! ” It was the thought that counted, the Kamizuru reasoned.  “ I'm the first Tsuchikage like me, but, I don’t aim to be the last. ”

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okinasekai:

He sneered at her remark, as he knew her words to be more than true; Iwa nin were indeed, trouble. A group of nearby folk glanced over, somewhat menacingly, too. It would soon become apparent that Katsu and these men had subtly surrounded the Iwa pair, they were working together. Rogues and bandits, each from their own backgrounds, working together to survive, like that of a pack of wolves. 

Much like a wolf, Katsu takes a step forward as though to initiate a sprint, but before his second step would hit the ground, his body transformed into an oversized grey wolf, he  snarled as he ran towards her faster than the average shinobi would, he was on her in a matter of a single second. 

Oversized fangs made an attempt to vice down on her wrist, meanwhile, the others began closing in, too. It was an ambush. 

The ground quaked beneath the devastation that was Akatsuchi’s earth technique. The Shield, living up to his monicker, leapt to action far faster than the woman currently pinned under the massive wolf had. With the breath knocked out of her lungs, it took her a moment to react. Rather than scream in pain when the wolf’s teeth clamped around her thin wrist, she saved her breath to inhale-- 

And spit hot ash into his eyes. Once the wolf was off of her, she didn’t even take a moment to recover. Leaping to her feet, she stood and grabbed a fistful of the fur at his scruff with her uninjured hand. Akatsuchi had taken care of the other assailants.  “ Fuckin’ dog. You're gonna pay if I lose my hand. This is my dominant one! ”           She growled, already thinking of the diplomatic nightmare this was going to cause for her grandfather. She’d never heard of one of this man’s clan turning into a wolf, but she knew he was from the Leaf Village. As for his ‘friends’...well, they didn’t matter, now. None of them had been skilled enough for the right-hand and bodyguard of the Sandaime Tsuchikage. They had sorely underestimated their victims of choice. Akatsuchi had switched from savage warrior to doting friend in a matter of seconds, and she allowed him to take hold of her forearm and inspect the damage done. 

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[ open ] from Gai because he isn't the noble gentleman for nothing 8^)

                                   non-sexual acts of dominance || accepting

Before her hand could reach the frame, someone taller had come up behind her and struck first. She froze, for a hot second, gaze focusing on the hand that had shoved the door open– for her, she presumed.But, by her ancestor’s rusty pick axes– she’d never seen the likes of this shinobi before. Even his hair was odd.‘ Does he style it like that? ’      She wondered, nose crinkling.

She’d gotten really good at tuning men out, particularly those older than her. This was, of course, thanks to her grandfather’s constant lecturing. This man was no different. Ignoring his rather long introduction (he was a nice person from Konohagakure, apparently), the jōnin gave the loud man a once-over before side-stepping his arm and quipping,“ What the hell’re you wearing? ”

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okinasekai:

@yontsuchi ✕

❝ I doubt it. ❞  he answers, truthfully. But his tone was equally aggressive as his voice seemed to growl coarsely. Now that she had drawn attention to him, it was going to be impossible to steal anything. Irritated, he brings a hand to rest on his hip. 

On his person, he did not wear anything in relation to a headband or means of village identification. He had ditched his crossed out Konoha headband many years ago, but his clan markings still gave his origins away. He couldn’t change that, as much as he wished he could.

❝ And it ain’t any of my business, but as Iwagakure ninja, you ought to be cautious ‘round here. Never know who might jump ya in these parts. Folk here aren’t exactly accepting of your kind. ❞

A glare was given to the Iwa pair, his hatred for their village still remained. Back in his youth, he took down a great deal of them, but also lost a great deal of comrades to them, too. He’ll never forget carrying his best friend’s body home from war. 

He still suspected Iwa nin to be at fault for his parents’ deaths, too. 

❝ Go back to where you come from, or else you’re just lookin’ for trouble. ❞

“ I don’t go lookin’ for trouble. I am trouble. ”               Her chest puffed out, cocksure of herself even as her gentle giant of a comrade was trying to pull her back. Akatsuchi was everything good in Iwagakure. He was big and strong, with a heart to match. Kurotsuchi? She was the dull echo of the warlords that had founded the village. Rough at the edges, aggressive, and proud. Her teeth grit in a crooked grin, and she rose up on her toes, as she was yet too unskilled with her grandfather’s levitation jutsu to utilize it. 

“ My kind don’t got a taste for dog, either. ”         She snapped, leather gloves crackling when she clenched her fists. The Kamizuru was now certain of how she recognized this man-- he was one of those ‘stinking dogs’ from Konoha. And, it seemed he had quite the opinion. Any slight to her village was equivalent to spit in her father’s eye, so far as she saw it. Akatsuchi tried his damnedest to pull her back, but she was already rearing for a fight. “ C’mon! I can take him, ‘Tsuchi! ” Possibly an odd monicker, given name traditions in Iwagakure, but...

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[ clean ] Dei cleaning a smudge of something off your muse's cheek. ( most likely using the tongue on his hand. B) gross. )

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The smoke was so thick, not even her attuned eyes could see through it. Her knobby knees would have been knocking together had it not been for her wide, battle-ready stance. Thin fingers curled into fists as if this trembling, freshly promoted chuunin could do something the Iwagakure Explosion Corps. and ANBU could not.“ DEIDARA! ”     She probably should have been quiet. Someone older and wiser would have told her that, anyway.

“ Fuckin’ hell… ”           The sheer magnitude of the damage meant the man she’d brazenly pursued had more firepower than she’d anticipated. That was her fault. She’d never paid attention to what Onoki had taught the blond. It hadn’t…sat well with her, watching her grandfather dedicate time to another. No matter how much she liked that ‘other’.Now she regretted not being more attentive. But, just as she was wondering whether she was walking straight to her doom– doom stepped out of the smoke and walked straight up to her. Her guard had been down long enough for her to not notice his approach, and she stumbled back.They were both young and scrappy. Neither of them honed into their full potential. But there was just enough raw power there, and Kurotsuchi’s mouth already salivated with the want for her kekkei genkai’s lime and ash. “ Deidara, what the hell are you doing? ”Even before she barked at the question, she knew the answer. “ Look at your hands– ”He reached for her and she forgot to recoil. That is, until a tongue swiped up the sweat and grime smeared on her cheek from her trek through the rubble left in the boy’s wake. Her face twisted in disgust, and she smacked his hand away.“ Get– get that away from me. A kinjutsu is forbidden for a reason, nii-san! Now you can’t– ”Come home, was the unfinished thought.

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[ stare ] from Katsu, gotta determine if she's got any valuables worth stealing 8)

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It was not uncommon to be stared at when abroad. Iwagakure’s red shinobi uniforms stood out when the nin weren’t in their natural climate– and Akatsuchi was just so damn big.“ Yer blockin’ my view, ”      The girl muttered to her friend, bumping her shoulder against his forearm. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that one particular crowd member was still staring at them.“ …huh. ”

The corner of her eye twitched and she whipped her head to glare right back at the man. He was fairly average when compared to the incredible image the man to her left struck, but she thought she recognized the marks on his face. With a very unsubtle ‘pssst’, she got Akatsuchi’s attention and jerked her thumb towards the man not ten meters away from them.“ Isn’t he from Konohagakure? ”

She didn’t like Konoha on her best days. Today was not one of those good days. The longer he held her gaze, the antsier she became. It felt like a challenge, and made her cheeks prick with heat.Before Akatsuchi could say anything, or stop her, she spun on her heel to approach the man that reeked of dog and poverty.“ Hey! Do I know you? ”Though an innocent enough question, her tone made it aggressive, closer to ‘What’s your problem?’

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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Deidara: I told you I was good to drive, yeah.

Kurotsuchi: Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate.

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that handwriting meme that’s going around is really interesting, but there’s no google font for kurotsuchi’s barely legible chicken-scratch. 

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❝ Kuro-chan~. Come out and P L A Y. ❞

“ Hush up. I’m not gon’ play a game with ya, nii-san. ”    She’d already played a game. That game was called ‘pre-drinking for an advisor’s meeting’. ( That explained why she was carrying her shoes instead of wearing them. ) 

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disfgured:

it takes him a second to recognise who she is, the only time he’d met her was from one of the more … hazy periods of his life. she looks different now, somehow, but obito’s never been one with enough vocabulary to properly describe the things he notices.     ‘ huh. ’ she hates him, which is normal, but she’s here to try and discover something about him. 

that’s different to the way people usually hate him, and it’s enough to break him out of his meditation and look up to her, although is posture doesn’t change at all. ‘ i’m sorry for the inconvenience. when you do discover the answer to the question, i’d love to know. ’

Crossing her arms over her chest, she assumed a casual position-- leaned back against the wall opposite him, brow arched and chin tipped upward with pride. “ Are ya sorry? ” Because it was in her own nature to be snarky with apologies, the yondaime had a hard time swallowing them from anyone else. 

There was something-- she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was off. Something was off about him. He wasn’t playing to the pre-ordained script she’d thought up when coming down the hall. He was too docile. This, too, was as disappointing as the vulnerability she detected in his body language. “ Yer an Uchiha, right? I’m guessin’ this village just has a soft spot for the likes of you. ” Might as well get something out of this interaction, she supposed. “ What are you going to do? Now, I mean-- I ain’t lookin’ for no five year plan. ”

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Goodbye Iwagakure

Fixed. Yeah, her boobs didn’t look good. So here is the picture once more, with better boobs! Boobs are seriously important, guys.

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cinderspewed replied to your post: -Pushes.- B)

“First off, I am. Second, you’d end up missin’ me all over again.”

" Firstable...shut up. Secondable, "        HRK.

“ Sorry, jus’ threw up a lil’ in my mouth. ”

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-Pushes.- B)

she nearly lands on her gotdamn face (but makes the recovery look sort of cool) . “ ... ”

“ If ya were so eager t’die again ya coulda just said so. ”

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setsukix:

❝ Ah, no. I’m from a very small town. It was a really big change when I moved here. ❞  she explained as she forced a smile through the pained memory of it, but she was so used to faking smiles, that they generally seemed genuine nowadays. 

Her eyes grew wide with astonishment as she looked at Kurotsuchi afterwards. From the capital? That sounded incredible! It was no secret that Setsuki was definitely in awe of this, but clearly, she had been in awe of the Iwa kunoichi from the very beginning. Everything the other boasted about only increased the amazement that Setsuki felt towards her. 

❝ That’s incredible, ne! You must be really respected back home, right? Oh, and I’m a Chūnin! I don’t think I’d have what it takes to be an ANBU. ❞  She was clearly modest about it, after all, what was someone like her in comparison to someone as great and mighty as Kurotsuchi? Maybe one day she could be just as cool! 

Kurotsuchi’s ego inflated by the second around Setsuki, it seemed. The blue-haired kunoichi was so eager to praise the Iwa nin, and the Kamizuru was more than willing to eat up the attention.

“ Well...I am the granddaughter of the Tsuchikage. Of course I’m hot shit. ” Manners, apparently, were not included in her training. “ Yer a chuunin, huh? ”        Innately competitive, Kurotsuchi was now sizing the other girl up. Though already a jounin herself, anyone within her age-range was an immediate threat to how ‘cool’ she was in any given situation. But...it didn’t seem like Setsuki was trying to usurp her. Extending a proverbial olive branch, she dropped her arm over the other girl’s shoulders. “ When did ya wanna go? There’s no festivals comin’ up, but-- we can throw our own party back home. ”