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That part where Kakashi meticulously peels the orange and then gets all of the extra pith and white stringy bits... He does all of that just to put the orange back together and basically eat it whole or in perhaps two bites depending on the size of the orange and who he's with. One second he's performing surgery on it and the next it's totally gone.
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What has your muse been trying to heal from — and how far have they come?
zabuza is healing from loving a country that only saw him as a tool. a demon, a mongrel, disposable. he's healing from letting that country he loves so much make him believe he was nothing better than a tool, while he fought tooth and nail to make it better.
he has a kind of love in his heart that he doesn't understand. he grew up during the bloody mist, where value was only seen in power. skill. how you could contribute to making kiri untouchable. all zabuza knows is blood, but he loves his village; he's not just loyal to it, he loves it enough to want to fix what he feels is broken. to do this, he has to redirect the power, except the only way he knows how to do that is through brute force. he is the unhealed product of his environment, attempting to make change with nothing but a love he doesn't know what to do with.
realizing that he is human, that he doesn't want any of this at the cost of haku's life, that he actually wants to see the future he dreams of for kiri is as daunting as it is invigorating. learning the truth of the bloody mist and the involvement of madara is even worse, because while that problem can be dealt with, kiri is still left with the aftermath of it. with people who believe that the bloody mist was the righteous way for the land and won't quit in trying to bring it back, and the outsiders that will only see violence instead of a rich, strong culture.
he's allowing himself to believe in his worth as a human being with feelings, and allowing himself to form genuine connections, while also still maintaining who he is at his very core. this, for him, is healing. his desires for revolution in kiri aren't any different, but his outlook on life— and why he's doing this— are no longer governed by obligation. he's allowing himself to be run by his emotions for once, using both his brain and heart to rid his home of its rot without destroying its roots.
palettes of the soul // @nikushiimi
✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?
aratachi pretends that he's got everything under control when he and kokuō are hiding from iwa and the akatsuki. he has a bit of money with him that he'd managed to take, but it only lasts him so long. it's even harder to get things when he's doing his best not to be noticed with features that are entirely too recognizable. he's homeless and has no money for nearly three years but always acts as if it isn't directly affecting him, and he definitely doesn't think about anything he had to do to survive once he's in konoha.
🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?
on a day off, aratachi can sleep in pretty late depending on how late he was up the previous night. more often than not his internal battery is set to somewhere between 10-11am, which is around the time kokuō starts nudging him awake anyways. he typically won't sleep in past noon, but when no one needs him, he refuses to wake up before 9am.
📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?
when aratachi doesn't understand something immediately, he's pretty harsh with himself about it. he holds resentment towards himself for being known for his intelligence, yet failing to see what was going on right under his nose back home and being oblivious to the fact that he was nothing more than a pawn. not being able to comprehend a topic or idea brings him back to specifically how small and stupid he always felt when he got things wrong growing up, and often without meaning to he ends up echoing a lot of sentiments towards himself that come directly from his father.
symbol headcanon questions / @copycaat ♡
yasu picks up a ton of really mundane, domestic hobbies once they're out of root. some of those include avid bird watching, sewing, knitting, crochet, collecting/making figurines, reading (anything that isn't a goddamn anatomy textbook), drawing (badly, they do art therapy with sai post war), and cooking.
they're an acts of service kind of person, so the people they consider friends are constantly getting gifts, or meals prepped for them, or having their clothes fixed up.
whilst i am working on making a decent carrd, i've compiled some tidbits of characterisation for sasha that are key to this blog. i've mostly salvaged and spurced up bits from my old blog. ✨
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thinking about sakura's Marvelous Nomadic Adventures™️ and the sorts of things she would see/learn/get into:
smaller villages/towns tend to be a lot more friendly than larger villages, but can also be a lot more distrustful. main villages are more technologically advanced and have much more protection, so their distrust (as she's learning) tends to be a lot more superficial. sakura's had people spit at her feet because they can simply smell the shinobi on her
sometimes people care less about her medical knowledge and want her to help in other ways such as: using her mokuton to build/fix things, teaching people self-defense, babysitting their children. she begins negotiating to help people in exchange for them letting her teach them about the body and medicine and chakra energies.
she's seen as a god every now and again. people think she's performing miracles or will see her sage form and put her up on a pedastal, which she then has to try and avoid bc yknow. it's the complete opposite of her goal here. people can be kind but also very obsessive.
children are either afraid of her slugs or try and eat them, which. hm. okay. not an issue sakura would think she'd have, but here she is.
wild animals keep stealing her damn sandwiches.
cryptids like nature energy, especially when you have it in abundance, and man, they are ruthless. being dragged by an ankle through the woods and then waking up in the desert is Not the definition of a chill saturday afternoon.
little old ladies keep blessing her and she doesn't know what it means but she's pretty sure they're adding years to her life. or possibly cursing her. who knows.
when gai blinks his eyes open, he's in a field.
the sky is bright and clear, clouds flowing and changing shape slowly. the air is warm, the tiniest hint of a breeze, and when gai turns his head both left and right, there isn't a single building in sight. just soft grass and dandelions as far as the eye can see.
gai groans softly as he lifts a hand to his head, and despite the fact that he doesn’t feel any pain, it feels like there should be pain. he simply holds said hand to his forehead and pushes himself into a sitting position, and the next thing he registers is how wrong his body feels. like it's too small. when he looks down at his other hand, there are a lot less scars than he remembers having. blinking rapidly to get used to the sunlight, gai rolls himself over, scrambling to his feet and spotting a pond in the distance that he practically teleports to.
looking into the water, gai is met with a reflection far younger than it should be. it's jarring, seeing himself so young, and he touches his face to watch his reflection mirror the action. "this has to be a dream," he breathes, at the same time a soft sight of contentment echoes through the field.
