#bloodandstrings

of course, kankuro’s perfectly capable of kicking anyone’s ass he wishes–nearly as capable as temari, and that was saying something. but, there must be something particularly satisfying about seeing your older sister do it. especially when the misogynistic douchebag starts claiming ‘science has proved women are weaker than men’, and, when confronted by the nasty looks of several girls and the (few) decent men in the bar, starts making period jokes. like a good brother, kankuro brought it to her attention.

she doesn’t necessarily like being violent, and as she crosses the bar to him, she hears her karate sensei’s voice telling her not to use her skills for personal gain. but as she approaches him, his eyes very notably linger on her thighs. and approximately half a second later, temari has no doubt that this is for the good of the entire planet.

an uppercut to the jaw and a kick to the shin has the asshole on the floor, crying for his mother. a shocked silence prefaces loud cheering, and then the bartender’s yelling at her to get out. “yeah yeah, i’m going.” tossing her head, she grabs kankuro’s arm on her way out.

inside the card was a disfigured corpse that looked suspciously too much like her husband, but the title spelled out light and clear: HAPPY BIRTHDAY. creative enough. 2/2

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she’d known something was up as soon as kankuro came downstairs and made a beeline for shikadai. it wasn’t distrust plaguing her, but rather intense curiosity, so she goes about her evening just the same as all the others, finishing her paperwork, double-checking shikamaru’s, and drinking three cups of tea. kankuro loves his nephew, despite everything, and he’s a good uncle to the eleven-month old. his behavior is more than she dared hope for, but as kankuro himself said, ‘it’s not the kid’s fault who his father is’. things are still tense between them, but she knows kankuro still loves her, too. (except it is her fault who she married.)

all in all, she feels like she can’t disturb this moment, but throughout the curious passes her eyes take over her son and her brother, she notices the amount of paint growing on both of them. red, blue, yellow, especially red, covering entire sections of shikadai’s tiny body and impressive amounts of kankuro’s.

the next time she goes to look up, they’re coming toward her. the fact that kankuro picked up shikadai and placed him on his shoulder makes something in temari’s chest ache, mostly unpleasantly. but a few seconds of struggling is all it takes for her to push past it, and bestow a wide smile upon her son. mama is one of the only words he can say (but he’s not even a year old, so it’s very impressive), and he says it now, presenting her with the card.

“for me?” temari asks, eyes sliding briefly over to her brother, who--and she might be imagining it--is smiling a little himself. her heart does that funny thing again, and this time she must distract herself with the card. the title is clearly kankuro’s doing, but shikadai picked out all the colors, she sees, evidenced by his tiny hands, more colorful than they’ve ever been. but her eyes happen upon the image of a corpse, and temari’s smile disappears for a countable four seconds. when it returns, thin-lipped and tight, she won’t look at kankuro anymore.

“thanks. i love it.”

she plucks shikadai from her brother, holding him to her chest, where his tiny face can rest in the crook of her shoulder, where he can’t see her face. her son, hers and shikamaru’s son, who looks remarkably like his father but who, they can tell already, will act a lot like his mother. she doesn’t regret what she did or who she married, but she does regret what it did to her brother. she does regret the knowledge that things between them will never be the same, that they’ll never be close again--maybe if she didn’t know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, she could fake it.

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WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME.

Opinion on;

Character in general: kankuro is a sarcastic asshole i love him but u already know thatHow they play them: u dont know kankuro until you’ve written with cala manThe Mun: soulmates. it’s like talking to kankuro himself and i might be biased bc i love all ur muses but u rly do a sweet job

Do I:

RP with them: hell yes on all her blogsWant to RP with them: always she fucking annoys me tho

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 4/5 heil hitlers

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty