#v;akatsuki

[sun-flowerfields]

🌻🌻🌻

She hated this, the Akatsuki always had her meeting their members in odd places. This time it was in a run down village tavern, her cheek lazily resting on her hand as she sat there. She hasn't seen the same person twice so far, not that it mattered-it's not like they could miss her with her damn hair the way it was. Just look for the short woman with a mask sporting horns and long ass red hair—boom!

Do wanted to eat something, though, it was just annoyingly risky to show too much of her face around these people. She could change her hair if she had to disappear, she couldn't change her face. She had information on a certain sannin, one that's apparently been a pain in everyone's ass lately.

@shisui-uchiha-anon

[longlastinggate-moved-blog]

@crackuzu

“Kakuzu, Hidan has made several different ridiculous complaints about your behavior while the two of you are out. Konan, Yahiko and myself have all gotten these complaints. Many of them are just ridiculous banter that is to be expected of him, but some of them are just plain abuse on your part.” It is obvious that Nagato is displeased with all the complaints.

[servantofjashin-blog]

(Open)

His thumb idly traced the upside-down triangle that hung from his rosary, the beads making a soft scraping sounds as they dragged over the surface of the table. He was in apparent deep thought, his fist pressed over his mouth as he stared at the symbol of his god in a silence that was almost worryingly uncommon for the normally loudmouthed man. 

[servantofjashin-blog]

[Open to any Akatsuki]

It was a rhythmic thumping. Hard, firm thumps of skull against a wall.  And they didn’t stop even as the door to the room the Jashinist occupied was opened. 

“Fucking...damn bitch...damn...”

Hidan was bashing his head against the wall as he muttered, apparently having done so for a while since his forehead was bleeding and there was a bloody mark on the wall in front of him.

He continued to mutter his curses, knocking his forehead against the rough wall, not minding the blood that ran in spider legs along his face or the one who had intruded. 

[servantofjashin-blog]

“Mhnnfrighn...”

“The fuck...?”

[servantofjashin-blog]

fumettsu

“Before you find out...”

“It was all blondie’s fault.”