貪欲の司教

[bishopofgreed]

Kakuzu of Naruto Shippuden || about || rules

previously suturedninja

21+ only. mutuals only. written by holly (any pronouns, 30+).

heavily headcanon based! please read the About!

Earth Grudge Fear/ biology headcanon || a note about the "miser" trope || makeup of the threads

Status: Hiatus.

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Location: Givens Books Little Dickens in Lynchburg, VA, USA

[taoreshi]

What if they kissed? @ Jin ♡

What if They Kissed? Status: Open

I owe the man a debt, was what Jin's master had said en route to some backwater village, one of those stubborn human footholds that should have wilted long ago, yet, with roots entrenched, persisted. It was peculiar. Gambler, addict, and no-life, while extraordinarily talented, his bound summoner had fallen on hard times. When the bottom of the mug could not satisfy that gaping lost purpose, it was women. Expensive women. All to say, he was not a man who paid his debts. Not from the sweat of his own brow, at least.

Normally, Hiroto at least had the courtesy of informing Jin what was expected of him before hand. If he should be a man or a woman, to offer sex or a drug-induced high that the poor soul would be chasing for the rest of their lives. This time, it was mere accompaniment. Had Hiroto grown a spine at last? When they entered the back room of the inn, the crackle of a hearth staving off the nippy weather, a deep, gravelly voice rumbled like displeased thunder. "You're late." "I know, I know..." Hiroto grimaced. Jin slipped from behind his summoner, his bright patterned colors muted as not to draw attention. His antenna were trucked like a laurel crown, his wings laying flat, wrapped partially about his shoulders as though they were no more than an eccentric, strangely cut cloak. His eyes met a pair of impatient violets, standing at the evident debt-holder's side. He burnished a most hateful, three pronged scythe and a blessing that had Jin smile, thin, and concentrated. Covered nearly head to toe, one would think that the debt collector's face would be unreadable, but the scowl was etched in his every fiber, radiating like a dismal miasma. "Let's talk numbers." Hiroto finally made his way to the seat across the table from the scowling old man, but did not even fully sit when the old man snapped. "You said you'd have it. All of it." The man growled, not something raspy at the back of the throat, but cavernous and deep. Clearly, whatever patience he had to collect his due ryo had evaporated. "Told ya Kakazu..." The divinely favored man chuckled at his companion's expense, gripping the shaft of his weapon like a dog waiting to be loosed. Something to be said then, about this Kakazu. Quite the impressive training.

Hiroto sharply inhaled, nodding his head. "Got a bit. But I also got..." Jin stilled. He knew what came next. "... got an experience you'll never have again." A hand gestured to the wall Jin quietly stood. His head canted prettily, dangerously. Ah. Same tricks, but streamlined. Hiroto held his summoning contract, after all. Termination would banish Jin from the mortal plane who so dearly cherished. Clearly, the mortal did not feel the need to ask. Hiroto expected Jin's assistance.

"...You have one, and only one chance to explain." Kakazu stated. Clearing his throat to present his pitch, Hiroto began, sitting down and leaning back, making himself perfectly comfortable. Like he had all the cards, ready to throw them on the table like the cheat he was. "I'm sure a refined gentleman like you has had every luxury in the book. But have you had the pleasure of being tended to by a god?"

If this was the cue for Jin to make an entrance, it was one that went nearly unheeded. The mothfiend instead stepped into the dancing light of the fire, harsh shadows carving his face. It had been one thing to have Jin lend his power to the benefit of his summoner, but to reduce his divinity to something a human could shell out to pay for their own bad habits was.... Suicide. "Oh, don't be modest Jin!" Hiroto aggressively encouraged. But before he could try to wrangle anything further from his summon, Kakazu stood snatching up his ledger. "He's all yours Hidan." While usually a fool in debt was worth more alive, the whole thing was foul. The man had a chance, he squandered it thinking that such overtly crude exchanges were at all as valuable as the ryo Hirito owed. "Fucking finally!" Hidan howled, kicking the tri-bladed end up in the air and catching it. "See if your 'god' can save you!" He jeered, quite amused as Hiroto pushed his chair back too quickly, causing it to fall flat on its back. He scrambled to Jin desperately, hiding behind his figure as the Jashinist loomed. Now that Hidan had been made to wait, he was more hungry than ever. But what Hidan nor anyone in the room expect what happened next. Six arms wrapped gently around Hiroto's figure, across his torso, angling his neck upwards so that summon and master met eye to eye. Suddenly, Hiroto began writhing and struggling against Jin, blabbering how 'he couldn't do this' and 'I summoned you!'. But it was futile the moment their eyes met. Light pulsed through Jin's once dull patterning, wings flaring brightly, dangerously. The air pulsed with a stomach churning chakra, light distorting and warping. "K̸͔͂á̵̞k̴̬̰͘ã̵̢̚z̸̮̠̑ǘ̸̡͎̉,̷̢̆̋ was it?" An angry buzzing rattled the air, words dejointing, desynching. Sound detached from words, they felt more than they could be heard. The cyan pulses of light tasted like wrath, senses muddling and blending into mush. "Look away." He instructed. Kakazu instinctively heeded. Hidan defiantly did not. Pulse after pulse, Hiroto's screams turned to laughter, manic, frenzied. He choked on his own bile, spasmed uncontrollably. Hidan crumbled to the floor, motionless, but eyes wide, unblinking, moving wildly to trace a thousand different things that only he could see. It all ended when Hiroto's body hit the ground with a thud, abandoned like the mistake he had become. Jin silently stepped over his seizured form, leaving him to what was the throes of a cardiac event. Once in front of Kakazu, those same, blackened hands cupped his face, the warmth of his face near enough to prickle. But already, Jin's form had become translucent in places. Only the kiss of eyeslashes could be felt before a disembodied voice whispered, "Open." The fading wisps of Jin's form rapidly evaporated with the final heartbeats of his master.

[bishopofgreed]

The only magazine he might be tempted to pick up XD

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[kuzmich-isterich]

another part with some wips that will be in the zine about them

previous part

[bountyman]

rp partner: so idk how u feel about really dark threads and violence and gore and stuff but–

me, putting my finger against their lips: i’m in

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Twitter meme redraw with Hidan and kakuzu hehe

[bishopofgreed]

Your muse as a boss fight

[bishopofgreed]

"I saw you die."

Resurrections, Good and Bad || Accepting!

To Hashirama's credit, the man HAD been dead a moment ago…

But staying that way was no longer an issue. 

Though the same couldn't be said for the Takigakure shinobi struggling in Kakuzu's vicelike grip. The younger man had gotten lucky in killing him once, and Kakuzu intended to replenish the heart that was taken from him. His fingers tightened on the doomed man's throat as he glared at Hashirama from the corner of his eye.

Funny, running into the Konoha leader again. Funny how many times Kakuzu had damned him for not finishing him off during their fight. Funny how, in the end, he was glad he didn't. A dead man couldn't get revenge for the wrongs done to him by his village. 

“You’re about to see him die as well, unless you turn and walk away. This doesn't concern you.”

[senjuhashirama]

Maybe it was because he grew up in times where brutality, war, and injuries were an everyday bread, or maybe he was used to body modifications from daily hospital visits, but he didn't flinch when he saw Kakuzu; it didn't make his stomach turn, it didn't send shivers down his spine. He saw worse, in faces of the dead and the living. "I doubt anyone from Takigakure will be in that village, however I understand your concern, and I want you to feel safe. Therefore, we should order the food and eat it somewhere out of the way," he proposed.

"Oh, I have been there, yes, many times. We visit the place with my children, they love the restaurant," he said quietly.

"They have different kinds of meat, it's a yakitori place. They grill the meat with the real white charcoal… it preserves the taste of the meat," he explained with an attitude of a regular visitor.

"Maybe I can even order the sake! It can untie and our mouths!" he said maybe too enthusiastically right before he stopped. His eyes widened and he started to shake his head. "No, no no- I didn't mean to…" he panicked. What a stupid metaphor. He just couldn't help himself but to make a fool of himself. And for what, a few glasses of alcohol?

Hashirama walked forward toward the village, leaves and tiny branches cracking under his boots.

"Or do you want… to eat something else?" he asked. Because he grew up poor and in the forest, he wasn't a picky eater himself. There were times he only had rice with ume for dinner.

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Whether it was forced or not, Kakuzu found himself… sort of grateful for Hashirama's non-reaction to his face. He knew he'd get used to it, and he'd grow to brush off whatever more offensive reactions other people might have in the future. 

He gave a slight nod at Hashirama's proposal, though he was once again taken aback by the man's insistence on him. Wanting him to feel safe? Kakuzu hadn't felt safe in months, but he could appreciate the consideration. 

He listened to Hashirama speak of the restaurant with the knowledgeable phrasing of a regular customer. It DID sound good, worlds better than the foraging and hunting he'd been doing. Talk of the sake didn't interest him as much, but Hashirama's sudden backpedaling confused him for a moment. What was he so worried about? Was it— oh. He thought his phrasing might have offended the Taki nin.

Kakuzu gave a quiet huff and shook his head as he followed. 

“Don't worry about it. I don't drink much anyway, so the sake is all yours,” he said, falling silent for a moment as he thought. “Does this place have liver, too?”

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another

[bishopofgreed]

// she's so pretty💕

[rpm3mes]

describe my my muse like a pokedex entry!

ex: this creature/pokemon/species loves to swim in the lake in the late night as the moon recharges their energy!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR RESURRECTIONS, BOTH GOOD AND BAD *  assorted dialogue for that moment when a character comes back to life... but did they come back as themselves, or did something go wrong? adjust as necessary

how long was i out?

it was dark, and i heard voices. i was trying to get out.

don't look at me. i don't want you to see me like this.

tell me the truth. how long was i gone?

who brought me back?

i don't remember what happened. one second i was there, and the next...

you were out for quite some time.

don't worry. i've got you.

i saw you die.

i can't live with myself if you're gone.

i don't know how to function without you here.

wipe those tears away.

i'm right here! there's no need to cry.

something feels off about you.

are you sure you're all right?

you don't sound like yourself.

that wasn't supposed to happen like that.

your death was all my fault.

i never should have gone in there alone.

can you please tell me what happened?

no one is telling me how i died.

i didn't hear anything while i was out.

that was a bit weird.

i'll be fine. just have to deal with this nasty bump on my head.

is that my blood or someone else's?

you were not supposed to do this.

he was supposed to stay dead!

this was never meant to happen this way.

i think you made a mistake in coming back.

i can't live without you.

i'd really like to avoid dying again if i can help it.

is this the first time you've died?

there must be something we can do to bring them back.

i think i can heal them.

death is only the beginning.

maybe you should have stayed dead.

is that really you?

don't ever leave my sight again.

there you are! welcome back! how was it, being dead?

did you see god?

are you the one i should blame?

let's just hope there aren't any consequences to this.

you never should have interfered.

i don't really feel like myself.

ever since i died, i've been feeling sort of strange.

that's what death does. it puts things into perspective.

is death something we should be able to reverse in the first place?

this is a very bad idea.

why can't you just stay dead?

please reverse the spell.

i'm not ready to say goodbye.

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how do you become so well read?

by reading