#mistssartor

[kageofthehiddenmist]

Starter for the wonderful @mistssartor because damn I am happy you’re back! I really enjoy seeing you on my dash. You write a wonderful Kushimaru.

[notthatmonstrous-blog]

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Kisame flusters a little. “What, you want me to jump for it?” He has a feeling if he goes for the mask Kushimaru will gut him where he stands, but more than that he wouldn’t do that to a comrade for a silly festivity like this. Instead he stands on his toes, places a hand on Kushimaru’s shoulder to force him down the rest of the way, and makes a quick kiss at the very top of the teal marking on his mask. It’s a little chillier than he expected. “That counts, right?” He jokes, because his own jaw is still sore.

[kageofthehiddenmist]

“Hello, Mistssartor,” she said and put on her Hokage hat, “Or should I call you Kushimaru-san? I’ve been looking for you~!”

[notthatmonstrous-blog]

☠ ✗

✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about

               Kisame’s a fairly laid back, level headed person overall, it generally takes a lot to get him angry. He can weather even hurtful insults with a shrug or a laugh, depending on how they’re said. But the one thing that he cannot handle at all is being repeatedly disrespected and treated rudely, or someone he cares about being disrespected or treated rudely. Once someone passes what he’s willing to tolerate, he tends to lose his temper, viciously. At the very least, remember his name or acknowledge who he is you green jumpsuit wearing jerk.

☠: my muse’s biggest fear 

                Kisame’s greatest fear is that he, as a person, is fundamentally incompatible with his idealized world of peace and truth. That, should against all odds he and The Masked Man be successful in creating a new world, Kisame will not be able to exist as a part of it. That everything that has happened to him and everything he has done in the Bloody Mist has ruined him. That he’s just another mindless, wounded monster unleashed upon the world like so many of his comrades. That the urge for bloodshed and violence that seems to permeate his thoughts cannot be unjoined from him. That how easily he lies to everyone cannot be undone, he can never be a good person, he’ll never be fit to live in a better world and all that will be left for him is to be put down like a sick dog so everyone else will be safe from him. 

                 The fear never leaves him, it’s always there at the back of his thoughts, even as he desperately hopes and whispers to himself ‘I am human, I can be a good man’, the fear always answers, ‘You are just a beast’.

[notthatmonstrous-blog]

@mistssartor Continued from “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“A joke?” He barks back, bristling with clear offense. “That was what you call a joke? You know, just because it made you laugh doesn’t mean it was funny!”

He has to keep slowing his walking to match his pace with Kushimaru’s injured hobbling. Which is unusual for Kisame: the other man’s strides are nearly double his on a good day. He’s not unscathed either, gnashing his teeth as he tries to work out several inches of wire-thread that are lodged into the meat of his arm and refuse to come loose. Kisame’s reminded of trying to yank a barbed hook stuck down a fish’s throat.

At the mention of the Mizukage, he blanches, his cringe intensifying further.

“Hey, Kuriarare.” He flashes the man an almost pleading look with all the dignity of a kid caught out past curfew. “...Do we... have to tell the Mizukage?”

[suiigetsyou-archived]

Url thingy: Mistssartor

Opinion of you | Not-Accepting

my opinion on;

character in general: He’s a quiet little shit.

how they play them:Haven’t actually seen them but I checked and they seem to play muse pretty good.

the mun: Dunno never spoke to the mun?

do i;

follow them: No.rp with them: No.want to rp with them: I suppose? ship their character with mine: No.

what is my;

overall opinion: Not to much to get into detail with considering I’ve never interacted with them but they seem like they love the character they play!

@mistssartor

[onsha]

Devil On Your Body

Kushimaru has to have some kinda shit-eating grin under that mask because they’re on what some people call the bad side of town, though Zabuza says that’s the whole damn country, anyway it’s closer to his house and the bastard had just told him about the stockings he’s wearing under the usual Swordsman uniform. Like Zabuza needs another reason to watch those long legs when he moves, shit. It’s not that he hates being teased, at least not like this, not from Kushimaru. It’s that he never planned on taking the bastard to his own house, but it’s the closest place they could fuck from here. He really doesn’t feel like heading across town for someplace decent and the motels around here are riddled with parasites. 

Zabuza growls low. Fine, he knows what Kushimaru likes, knows how to get to him too. His nerves crackle and burn, a permanent itch under his skin for violence that he can never quite sate. Across the canal a noble leaves a Wet House looking full and satisfied, careless like he’s too big to be killed even here, too important, and it just rankles him that much more. The prey doesn’t even see him coming, Zabuza is just there slicing a balisong through the meat of his thigh and it just pours with blood. The stink of fear and the feel of his blade sliding up under the noble’s ribs twice. He’s watching Kushimaru watching him kill, and doesn’t need to see under the mask to know what he thinks. Sees that he’s gone absolutely still in that cold way herons do before they strike, sees those long-boned fingers twitching for a blade. Pulls back his knife and lets the body fall into the canal, let it be swept out to sea. Zabuza faces his comrade with eyes full of challenge and hot blood on his hands.

It’s hours past sunrise by the time they’re both sated, not that it matters much in Kirigakure. It’s summer, which means just enough light to make the world a lighter grey with a tinge of yellow. It also means that the summer heat gets trapped between the sea and the cloud cover to become a thick, oppressive humidity. Stepping outside is like walking into a hot wet sponge that stinks like dead fish, at least in this part of town, the places Kushimaru is used to might be a bit better. There’s nowhere for them to be unless they get a message from the Mizukage stating otherwise. The combination of saltwater and humidity triples the rate of dehydration so only idiots with a death wish pick fights during the day, and since the best combat takes place at night most people spend the summer days just trying to keep cool. 

Zabuza has indoor plumbing, one of the few luxuries he actually agreed to when becoming a Swordsman, and the two of them had cleaned themselves up. Being covered in blood is actually only fun for about the first twenty minutes, after that you start to stink and stick to everything. The mattress had soaked in too much blood to be worth keeping but for now Zabuza had just flipped it over. Good enough to sleep on until he bothers to get a new one. He watches Kushimaru get cleaned up calmly, not angry or leering or even looking smug about the damage he’s caused. Patient as he sits up on the mattress on the floor, face unreadable. The stockings are shredded to bits and are tossed aside and Zabuza thinks about the little noises of hurt Kushimaru made the first time they fucked that night, noises that had turned to screams and then to quiet. Traces the patterns of bites and bruises with his eyes, knows the taller man isn’t stupid enough to think he’s safe. It’s not that he doesn’t care about his own life either, it’s that he enjoys it, he gets what he needs through being hurt by Zabuza. 

Which he admits, if only ever to himself, is a little fascinating even if he doesn’t understand it. When Kushimaru looks up he’s still watching, really looking at him, nude and unashamed. There is silence besides a small plastic oscillating fan that hums as it works to keep the room cool, waves lapping at the dock, gulls laughing at anyone stupid enough to be outside. Normally they’re at a some hotel or one of the properties the older man owns and Zabuza is always the one to leave first, but he’s not going to be chased out of his own house and like hell would he ever ask Kushimaru to stay, even if he might on some level enjoy that. Maybe. The demon watches and waits for a decision to be made.

[onsha]

HC + money or bad habit

%99 of the time he only ever has exactly as much as he needs, exactly as much as necessary. Zabuza doesn’t spend money on himself other than that. He stockpiles money in secret locations and saves as much as he can, behavior learned from spending much of his life in abject poverty. 

He has also spent much of his life in conditions where starvation was either likely or imminent and he lives on only as much food as he needs to keep going. The bad habit is that he binge eats. Every now and then for no apparent reason Zabuza does something like going out and eating 300 pancakes in a sitting. It’s not always the same food and almost never the same place.