#masked-stitches

[sharkfinx]

< ⟳ @masked-stitches​ | Plotted starter >      Less members made things difficult for sure, no missions were deployed until the teams were sorted out with the best outcome. Names and photos were tossed over the old crusty table as both of the senior members could talk about their preferences. Kisame didn’t nonchalant picked a few, reading though pages without much interest.

  “ Neh, Kakuzu san. Anyone catch your eye?”

[senjuhashirama]

"What’s wrong with it is that you're going to have to wear that hat later."

“Well, of course I will wash it before placing it on my head, of course.” 

“Who do you think I am, an animal that would put the hat on my head without washing it? You would put my hat on your head without washing it?!” 

[asaraltu]

HashiKaku please?

Sammie, you KNOW how I feel. Fuck it, you know it, I know it.

I will go down with this ship. I know there isn’t a whole lot on them, but the fact that so much of Kuzu’s ruin came from Hashi and the enemy-lovers potential it holds is SUCH a goldmine. It’s a such a lovely sandbox with so much potential I can’t get enough. Blowing up the enemyship? Making them deep (if one-sided) rivals? Kakuzu filled with revenge and one of the most notable people in the ‘beef with Hashi’ club aside from Mada himself? Fuck, I love it. The fact that there’s so many blanks to fill makes my eyes boggle with delight I LOVE THEM.

I love and would die for this ship. It’s my mlm OTP for Hashi and I have no ragrets.

[hidan-san]

“I think you need to relax.”

“Pfff. You know I can’t do that, Kakuzu,” Hidan sneered, but unconsciously made an effort to lower his shoulders by trying to loosen his taunt muscles. The attempt remained largely unsuccessful.

‘You need to relax.’ Bullshit! He needed to fight, to maim, to kill. He was his Lord’s weapon on this earth, the arrow in his bow – and therefore always under tension, always ready to rain death and destruction on this world.

True relaxation, the bone-deep satisfaction of both body and mind at peace… That would only be possible after an offering to his God. If Jashin was sated, happy and relaxed, Hidan was sated, happy and relaxed. It wasn’t too difficult a concept to grasp.

“It’s been too long. I can feel him grow more and more restless by the day.”

Clenching his teeth, Hidan immediately scolded himself for not holding his tongue. Watching Kakuzu’s growing annoyance as he serenated about his beliefs was usually one of Hidan’s favourite activities, but neither he nor Jashin were in the mood for the blasphemous doubts of a non-believer after more than a month without a sacrifice.

On the blurry edges of his consciousness, he could feel the impatient tapping of long, pearly nails, and the sound crawled like ants under his skin.

[koorinohebi]

@masked-stitches​

Continued from 💰

Hmnnn...

It wasn't very hard to discern whether an organization comprising of S-class criminals were one for small talk or not. Based on their reputation, it didn't seem like anyone from the Akatsuki was the type to play to too many pleasantries, but Kiomi, being the way the she was, still decided that she had nothing to lose anyway, other than money.

"Me? I don't really want anything." She started. "Not right now, at least."

As someone whose always looking for ways to gather information, the young Oto nin wasn't opposed to using any method possible, nor was she opposed to getting it from any kind of source. There were certain risks to take, depending the individual and the transaction, but invaluable informants were always worth the risk. Beside, unwise as it was to approach someone that would no doubt be a complete threat, Kiomi had learned that good intel often found itself rooted in dangerous soil.

"I'm always looking for a way to expand my information network. Even if it's just a hint, I'll take what I can get when the need arises." Even if it meant procuring it from a den of alleged monsters.

[movedoverthehcrizon]

@masked-stitches​ liked for a starter !

          after being reanimated during the war and finding out the jutsu cast had backfired, rendering her immortal, mito had decided to take some authority in konoha, helping out her granddaughter and the new hokage with rounding up all the villains who had managed to slip by them during the war. having been tasked with going around and confirming who had been recaught and not, the elder took her time, walking in graceful strides until she came across a particular cell, her brows furrowing slightly as she peered at the ravenet.

                                       “ you there, speak your name. “

          his apearance was somewhat familar, but she could not figure out if she knew him or not. the pen hovered over the clipboard she had been given, her dark gaze unwavering. ever since being revived her mentality had been somewhat unstable. she was finding it hard to find inner peace with the fact she had been brought back from the dead. it was an gastly feeling. but even more than this it caused some health problems from time to time, and some mental health issues. but being a woman of tranquility mito managed to keep herself together with adjusting to her new life as an immortal. after a few more moments of staring, her expression contorted the slighest before she leaned back and hummed.

               “ i see. you were the shinobi who was sent to assassinate hashirama. “

[shikkotsunin]

😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

Conversely to anger? Sakura plots. She assesses the source of the stress and figures out how to overcome it, especially if anger isn’t viable or appropriate. She’ll strategize, lay in wait, then strike. Sure, a lot of people see her as angry and volatile as Tsunade, but they also forget that being a med-nin of that caliber involves a lot of thinking, a lot of patience, a lot of working through problems instead of plowing through them (even if pummeling your problem across a village is a hell of a lot more satisfying).

[mita-rashi]

“Five thousand for the sex.” (lol I saw this and immediately thought of Kakuzu)

Anko badges out - it’s habit, even if it’s his chart that she has open - before she swivels on over to him. Her favorite grumpy patient, here for his yearly check up. Which is really the only time she gets to see him. It’s not like he does anything outside of their visits, as far as she can tell. No primary care provider, no ER visits, nothin’. He’s a boring old grump who only shows up when she yells at him to.

Probably because she’s the only doctor who would bother calling him to remind him that he’s due to be seen. They both know why that is: she enjoys his company far too much. 

“Are you being nosy, Kakuzu?” Anko asks, scooting up close. So far he’s been the only patient tactless enough to comment on her excessive sweater usage. Or maybe her face is finally getting fat? She’s going to have to check on that after his visit. 

“I know for a fact you are a stingy old shit to the girls up front when they try and collect your copay. Are you really offering me money for the sex of my baby?” 

What if she’s just getting fat, huh? Wouldn’t he feel bad then! (He wouldn’t. She knows this.) 

“Anyway, she’s a girl. I haven’t told any of my coworkers yet. My husband, however... he’s a pediatrician and I am sure his entire staff knows by now. But you’re the first one on this floor that knows, OK? So keep it to yourself.” 

It’s a big secret, old man. Don’t blow it.