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Well, hello. You're a curious little thing aren't you?

[He doesn't know the symbolism behind glittery heart shapes and sparkles, but he's still being tailed by a violently neon bubble with happy bobbing hearts. It just earns it a slightly crooked smile and quirked brows.

Izuna's spectacles hang a bit loose, and he shoves them back up the bridge of ( Read more... )

Your name is Arthur...?

[Someone's escaped from the clinic..! Contrary to his big brothers wishes, most likely, the littler warlord is puttering in aimless patterns about the kitchen in a familiar routine of tea-making and breakfast preparing. Why yes, it's evening-time, but his internal clock is skewed beyond repair. It will take him quite some ( Read more... )

[The snow falls in soft glittery patterns, swirling and chasing invisible currents in artful frozen swirls. Isn't it pretty..? It's all the PCD catches for awhile, just merrily broadcasting this frozen winter wonderland. Until the sudden explosion of feathers. The view is suddenly swarmed with a flying whirlwind of beating wings and beady red eyes ( Read more... )

Good m -

[He looks terrible. His hair's as much a mess as its ever been, and his clothes look slept-in. His cheeks and nose are flushed pink. Stuffy and sluggish, Izuna starts the feed and then gets caught off-guard by a sneezing/coughing fit when his mouth opens to speak. Instead he ends up hunched and clasping his words away behind one hand until ( Read more... )

An entire year of this ...

[Tricky, tricky PCD. It enjoys showing this clan at their shining moments, like ... this one.

The house he's kept in such immaculate order is in disarray. It looks like a tornado swept through his kitchen and demolished everything in sight, and the source of the temper flare perches innocent on the counter.  A simple cast- ( Read more... )

[The video jostles around, then auto-focuses on one long-lost Uchiha. He's blinking his eyes as wide as he can, then squinting them again, first one and then the other. It pulls his face into odd expressions as he scrunches comically and wiggles up his nose.

The cause for his squirming discomfort - and imminent embarrassment (he'd intended a voice ( Read more... )

[He's smaller than he used to be. Thinner, gangly-limbed, his hair looks combed for once even if it's messily so and his skin has less of death-pallor than before. He's staring down a monster, with his kusarigama clutched in one fist, chains dangling in dangerously spinning loops, and his war fan in the other.

The monster rears back, baring its ( Read more... )

[What better way to force recovery from a traumatic event? By pretending nothing ever happened, nothing happened, everything is fine. Yes, of course. Everything is just fine. Nothing at all's wrong. That's why the night before he stripped every last ume off the tree Hashirama had given him, leaving it bare down to the budding flowers and washed ( Read more... )

[There's no preamble or context leading up to the video. It's meant to be private, so Izuna spares no wasted breath on filling his audience in on what the one person intended already knows. He offers no censorship, since the man doesn't suffer a weak stomach.

( Cut for disturbing/triggery imagery. )