#corruptedware

[shisuiuchiha]

Oh what is that Meathead doing now. Shipping himself with Itachi? I won't stand for that. Roses and blood.. *shifty eye roll*

[eternalserpentlair]

Whispers in the shadows.

Orochimaru had long dreamed of attaining immortality and was willing to do literally anything to achieve it. He killed people, betrayed friends - he was the worst of them all - but he didn’t care what others thought of him. After all, he was a self - proclaimed revolutionary who had decided to rebel against nature. He wanted to know everything; to discover, to learn, and to understand. That’s why he went to certain places and sought out the knowledge he so desperately needed. He was patient.

Since he was constantly on a kind of "journey" he encountered many things. However, he never expected that one day he would come across an unconscious man. An… Uchiha. Yes; at first, he approached the body, expecting the stranger to be dead. But when he realized whose body it was… he had to act. It was instinctive - he simply took Itachi’s body to his hideout, where he had previously set up a sizable laboratory.

Since he was almost as skilled in medical matters as Tsunade, he was able to administer the proper medicine and provide the man with essential care. Though the man remained unconscious, Orochimaru kept checking on him - not only because he was, in this case, a doctor, but… also because he wanted to. He didn’t know exactly what had happened to put the man in such a state, but he knew he wouldn’t get an answer anytime soon. So he sat in a chair beside the bed and… read. Out loud. Poetry. Verses.

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[obitoanon-archive]

@shisuixuchiha @corruptedware what's our threesome ship name?

Itaobishis

Shisitaobi

Obiitashis

Obishisita

I like the last one rolls off the tongue nicely. Or we can just go for uchihacestwhores.

[eternalserpentlair]

Whispers in the shadows.

cont. @corruptedware

The current coughing fit gave him a certain kind of clue; it guided him here and there. Something was finally happening, and Orochimaru could counteract it. Influence reality, shape it. He loved that ability to act upon the real conditions of the world. Sasuke possessed it as well and did whatever he pleased. He acted decisively and pursued his goals - ambitiously, over corpses if need be. There was a certain charm to it.

He had no objection to what was happening. Itachi could finally do whatever he pleased. He could just as well leave this place, though it was still ongoing. He allowed himself words that flowed freely from his lips.

— Rest is key right now. While you were sleeping, I administered the appropriate medicines; they should start working soon. The coughing is a different matter altogether, although I’ve figured it out. Almost. For now… rest, Mr. Uchiha. Gather your thoughts and answer yourself - what will you do next? How will you act in the face of what is?

[historias-multorum]

@corruptedware continuing from this.

"What? You didn't like the hug Kiba?"

[historias-multorum]

@corruptedware continuing from this.

Crap! He noticed her!

"N-Nothing!" Karin quickly answered. "I was just-! You know, just looking around." Hopefully that would work.

[motherofsharingan]

Mickey hummed at the response given. That made sense. Shinobi were trained killing machines, so maybe they’ll be eternally tormented once their mortal life is gone. A bit morbid, yes, but she’d been genuinely curious about someone’s perspective.

“You? I don’t believe that, baby.” Ginger’s gently toyed with Itachi’s hair, her own gaze lifted to the sky now.

“I don’t believe that. What you’ve done isn’t greater or lesser than the rest of us,” she told him quietly. “I don’t necessarily care what happens after, except.. maybe it’s silly to think, but I hope to be reunited with my parents.” A small pause, her attention shifting back to her son.

“You.. really think we’d all go to Hell, Itachi?”

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[lvyeshou]

slurred words + konan

- @corruptedware

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk. | @corruptedware

A tremor ran through Gai’s body. “Ughh,” Gai clenched his fists in mid-air and shuddered at the thought of the kunoichi’s techniques. “Papercuts… Her techniques—mmm—very beautiful, but—“

Gai gags then, but manages to hold his bile. Maybe he drank a little too much?