Her father was holding her hand, his bright and warm voice resonating through her small form, “Be careful Kushina-chan, you’ll get a sunburn if you’re not careful.” A small giggle fled from little pink lips as two big indigo eyes stare up in admiration at the older redhead, meeting identical indigo pools framed by swishing red locks. “I’ll be careful papa! I don’t wanna get a sunburn, it sounds ouchie!” came her small voice. The man laughs at his daughter's statement, reaching around himself to ruffle long red locks with his free hand.

The sun was warm where it hit her back, making her crimson locks glow orange. The beach was crowded, Uzumaki and non-Uzumaki alike enjoying the warm weather while it lasted. Her small hand slipped from his and she darts towards the ocean at speeds quite unlike others her age, much to her father's obvious dismay. He chased her and when he got close, he got a face-full of seawater for his efforts. An affronted huff left now salty lips as he stared at his giggling daughter in feigned shock. Then, he pounced and Kushina lets out a joyous shriek of laughter as he gently tickled her sides. 

For @dobushira

“It’s MONDAY! Let’s get it ON, cunts!” Comes the bellow from the training grounds. The sun had barely set, but already a good number of corps members are very, very, VERY drunk to celebrate the upcoming New Year in only a few days.

Sabito isn’t one to drink very often or heavily; but he’s recently been through a number of difficult and therapy inducing missions, so when several juniors kept refilling his sake cup, he didn’t say no. Which has lead to the current scene; the Water Hashira eight cups in and ready to cause some damage.

His declaration is met with a number of boisterous and equally drunken cheers from the crowd surrounding him. This gives him the flimsy excuse to draw his nichirin blade and wobbly point it at a training dummy whose face is covered by a sheet of paper with the kanji for ‘Kibutsuji Muzan’ written on it.

“I’m gonna show ALL youses how we SLAYERS deal with...with...with fuckin’ DICKHOLES like Muzan!”

⎾ @dobushira​ asked: :🎉 | NEW YEARS MIDNIGHT KISSES | accepting! ✹

Kyōjurō always liked this time of year. It was warm and cozy despite the chill of winter on his skin. It’s almost cozy enough to lull him to sleep and if it were not for this small gathering with the other hashira for a ( rare ) night to celebrate he would have fallen into the comfort of a thick futon an over an hour ago. His body wanted to sleep, but his heart and soul very much needed this night. 

dobushira said: “c o l d ?” || ✢ . ✢

               “oh dear-- thank you tazz...”

          kagaya laughs warm at the feeling of a blanket being draped over his shoulders, having lost himself in thought, awaiting his crows return to update him on the pillars he had recently sent out. it seems he got so caught up that he hadn’t even noticed the arrival of one of them. 

      yet another act of kindness he was unsure he ever truly deserved. but one he would not scoff at. kagaya grips the ends of the blanket with one hand to bring them tighter around his shoulders before extending the other, offering for tazz to hold it.