We are Humans

The Passive Saint of Martyrdom. Indie Uchiha Itachi RP blog [Under Construction.] Written by Bunny

[xuchiha]

leafmedic:

Oh that jerk. 

He knew goosebumps broke over her skin when he touched her there, a fleeting caress along the small of her back. Itachi, she’d learned, seemed to like nesting his palms right there, letting his long fingers splay over the curve of her ass underneath as he pulled her closer or during the times that he guided her down a hall. Or when he held her there, one hand gripping her hip and the other pressing just there as he thrust–

“Scrambled eggs could work.” Milk and a bit of salt would work and hide the lack of ingredients available best. Plus some toast would be nice and if it was too terrible, Sakura could always just walk down to the cafe down the street.

Only reason why she hadn’t gone there in the first place was the cafe didn’t have Itachi.

“Is it? Is it really?” Affecting a higher pitched tone and feigning surprise, Sakura milked her sarcasm for all it was worth. “The laundry basket is in the very same closet it has been since you moved in? Are you really sure? Itachi, I would have never known if you hadn’t told me, thank you so much.”

She didn’t mind continuing as she walked out of the kitchen, scooping up the tshirt and pants and folding them neatly. They were clean and while she hadn’t been planning on wearing them again that day, Itachi’s utter lack of food had her thinking there might be a change to those plans. She placed them on top of his dresser and nabbed a hair tie before returning to the kitchen.

“Seriously. ‘Laundry basket’s in the closet’,” she repeated, imitating his voice as best she could. “Like I haven’t spent enough time here to know that. Or is that your way of telling me to keep my clothes on?”

A smirk danced over her lips as she sidled up to him, reaching for the bread. Anko would skin the man alive if he ever insinuated such. 

“It’s been at least a couple months since you guys cleaned Naruto’s apartment, right?” Sakura popped a few slices in the toaster and tried to remember the last time she let them in there. “Shit, wait, it’s been like six months, hasn’t it?” Her nose wrinkled in disgust at what that meant. “Maybe we’ll go straight over there as soon as Anko’s home. There’s a bookstore down the street I can sit in and then you’ll both be in a better mood tonight.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing outright. She was only being a smart-ass because he’d gotten one over on her. He’d seen the look on her face as he’d brushed against her skin. That glint in her bright eyes was the same one she got just before she put her mouth to his skin - a hint of desire mixed with a lot of mischief. 

“No need to be so sarcastic,” Itachi raised a brow at her, but couldn’t completely mask the smile that tilted his lips. “I assume you woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Obviously so, seeing as it wasn’t my bed. “If you must know, the laundry basket used to be where the sound system is now, but that was before your time.” The smirk grew. 

The eggs began to hiss in the pan and he kept a close eye on them as he leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. “Actually,” He hummed as she returned, “I believe it was more of a hint that you’re wearing too much.” 

He was going to take that line of thought further, but the coffeemaker chose that moment to ding and he pushed away from the counter. “Now I know we have creamer. I just picked some up yesterday - mind grabbing it for me?” 

Despite coming from a wealthy family and receiving more than enough money to pay the bills, there were few things Itachi splurged on. There wasn’t a point in owning expensive furniture and matching plates when chances are they’d be ruined before he finished school - he’d learned that lesson during one particular St. Patrick’s Day with Anko. Coffee was one of those few things. He kept enough of it on hand to fuel a small army and it was all high-quality stuff, not the cheap sludge that was found in tin cans. 

The ironic part was that he couldn’t indulge as much as he wished - his heart was still too weak. 

“Yes, I’m actually looking forward to it.” Sasuke was a fairly tidy person, but Naruto, even though he was a literally walking ray of sunshine, left a wake of destruction in his path that fell just shy of needing a hazmat crew to clean up. To Itachi and Anko it was like the Disneyland of stress relief. By the time they left, it would sparkle. 

“Anko won't be home until tonight though. Are you planning on sticking around?” 

[sagekisame]

RP - White Flag

[xuchiha]

sagekisame:

“A bar, huh?” Kisame followed the gesture. It was rare that Itachi would point things out, so it had to be somewhat important. Kisame though of it, and then he decided that if Itachi wanted to go, who was he to deny it? “Alright, let’s go in. If we have a bite and a drink, then when we find the inn, we can stay indoors all night.”

He turned and went there. “Maybe they’ll have recommendations for good inns.” Guessing inns was good, asking was better. “You do the talking, okay? Order whatever fo dinner, but I’d really like a Leaf beer to go with it. For some reason I’m really in for some beer. Don’t know why.”

“Yes,” was Itachi’s only response as he fell into step with his partner. It was out of character for him to suggest any sort of leisure, but even Uchiha Itachi tired. It had been months since they had any time to rest and recover.  

He followed Kisame, quietly listening to what the older man had to say as they made their way towards the bar. “Alright,” He agreed softly and ducked into the building, “Let's eat first, then we’ll ask about lodging. Just find us a decent table.” 

Itachi stepped away from him and made his way to the large bar. The place was mostly empty except for a plain-looking man drying glasses with a hand towel. Itachi placed their order quickly - including a beer for Kisame, and some decent sake for himself, and sought out his partner once again. “It should only take about five minutes.”  

[xuchiha]

leucomystax:

She looks him in the eye when she flips her cards. His seven pair doesn’t hold up to her eights, and she smiles in a ‘nice to meet you’ way before moving on. It feels nice to take his money; he concedes like he has in previous rounds, like everyone in the room is his equal. A laugh tries to creep it’s way out, but it doesn’t show on her face.

The broach reenters in the pot, and it’s the same story all over again. 

“This isn’t really our crowd, is it?” she interrupts before he can call, “You could do a lot better than a broach the next town over.” 

Hopefully, he would take the bait. There wasn’t much data to go off on, other than the fact that he’d single-handedly murdered his entire family. Nothing about what he liked, or who he was before. Was he violent before that night? Did anyone see it coming? She could understand the pressure of being the firstborn of a prominent family, she knew plenty, but this… Maybe flashing her money was a mistake. He didn’t seem to be bothered. Maybe he wasn’t a sore loser. That seems like something she would have heard about.

Her heart stayed calm.

          Thin brows arch at her hand and he lifts his gaze to her face, taking another sip of sake. She was playing at something, but Itachi was never good at reading false-kind facial expressions. He relinquishes his money. The cards are dealt again. 

          Itachi calmly shuffles his hand, organizing them in the way in which they will be placed. Before he can reach the decision to up the ante, her voice reaches him, warm and low. 

          He watches her out of the corner of his eye for a moment before he turns his head to regard her. The silence stretches before them as he seems to search her face, but eventually, he turns back to his hand and speaks. “I am not here for the money. Nor am I interested in going anywhere, especially not with you.” 

[ws09]

Edotensei Shisui&Itachi

[avenger-hawk]

なるとろぐ by 嘔吐 on pixiv Posted with the artist’s permission. don’t remove the source. Reblog, don’t repost.

[avenger-hawk]

シスイタ by Soong on pixiv posted with the artist’s permission. don’t remove the source. Reblog, don’t repost.

[avenger-hawk]

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[horrorcat]

One sad Uchiha boy

[xuchiha]

pinkettemedic:

Emerald orbs narrow as the pinkette gazes down at the ANBU only known to her as Kama; her patience with him was growing as thing as his clearly was. “You could just say jump like a normal person —" she grumbles under her breath before gracefully landing beside him on the forest floor, her team immediately following suit.

The relationship between the two parties was turbulent to say the least. From the get go, the team leader Kama was frustrated to discover that they had no knowledge of ANBU tactics or signals; something that clearly was outside the scope for medics of all professions. One thing was blatantly obvious; he was a perfectionist who expected nothing less than his colossal expectations to be be met by all associated team members, regardless of their level of involvement.

Forcing the most insincere smile imaginable, the medic faces Kama directly; “So sorry for the wait,” Sakura sings sweetly, her tone laced with the strongest dose of sarcasm she could muster. The attitude of the broader team seemed much more understanding by comparison; just what was his deal?

The team of eight had been traveling north for the best part of the day, seeking out a rouge-nin that had taken it upon themselves to fusing poison on their weaponry; a common practice for peer to peer combat, butting such tactics against commonfolk was nothing short of cruel. Growing irritated at the lack of discussion, the maiden looked around the circle at her four masked comrades, “The town is only one klick away. What’s the plan?”

Lip reading was one of the first things taught to a young sharingan user. It was particularly useful in spying situations, and in this case, to read the lips of one smart-mouthed medic. Itachi made it a point to give her his full attention, the blank face of his mask staring down at her as she landed beside him. 

Her overly sweet apology caused half of his team to tense imperceptibly, but Itachi elected to ignore her false placating, but did raise his chin so he was looking down his nose at her. 

“I was just about to go over the plan.” The tone of his voice made it clear that he was getting tired of her interruptions, though he didn’t call her out on it. If she had an issue with his leadership, she would’ve likely said something by now. At least that was the vibe he got from her - she spoke her mind and it got her into trouble quite a bit.

At least she had guts. tako hato tora

“Tako and Hato will take the southern entrance,” The two ANBU nodded in turn as he addressed them. “Tora, as you are best suited for scouting, I’m sending you ahead. Report back as quickly as possible.” Itachi flicked out two fingers and the third man in his squad disappeared. 

He took a moment to breathe before turning to the leader of the secondary squad. “Haruno, I was told that you are the only one on your squad that can engage in battle, correct?” It was something to do with a medic’s rules, he supposed.

“I will need your input on how to direct your team if this is true. As it stands, I was looking to enter from the North and wipe out the enemy as quickly as possible. If your team is unable to fight, we might have to leave them in relative safety until we clear the town.” 

[xuchiha]

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG. Post TEN characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as and might bring back, then tag ten people to do the same. ( If you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can. Feel free to go over ten, too. )

TAGGED BY: @pinkettemedic TAGGING: ALL OF YOU

CURRENTLY PLAYING: Itachi Uchiha Sasori @sasori-no-akasuna Deidara - @transitxry Kakashi Hatake - @hataakes Sakura Haruno - @sakruh Multimuse - @mythederogue HAVE PLAYED / MIGHT BRING BACK: Kakuzu Hidan Konan jfc like a lot ok dont look at me WANT TO PLAY: Honestly I’m totally open to rping just about any character in that Nart series. I’ve thought about Shisui and Tobirama at times. But I’m one of those people who, if you tell me an idea involving your muse and a character I don’t play, chances are I’d be TOTALLY DOWN to rp as that character with you. Either using Discord or my multimuse whatever suits you best i s2g im a junkie.

[leafmedic]

Spouse Application || @xuchiha

HUSBAND APPLICATION:

Name: Itachi Age: Always 4 years and 10 months older than you. Do you have a pet name for me?: Yes. Do I have a pet name for you?: Does Smart-Ass count? I’m starting to think it’s actually my middle name. Are you attracted to me?: From the second I saw you. I still can’t believe how perfectly you fit into our weird dynamic.  Why do you want to marry me?: Because you would be the perfect wife. But maybe I am biased due to the fact that I love you and would like to be with you forever.  Big wedding or Small wedding?: I would say a small wedding, but the Uchiha family doesn’t do modest. If we try to keep it small, my mother will take over and suddenly we will have a wedding fit for royals.  Do you see children in our future?: Please. 

That cheeky son-of-a–

Her lips twitched. A smile was coming whether she wanted it or not, but Sakura managed to hold out until she finished reading it for the second time. It was ridiculous. Typed, formatted, cover letter included with all the extras, and she couldn’t hold her laughter when she finally flipped to the third page – a bibliography. Citing their dates, different moments through their relationship that led to this overwhelming love she held for him.

Immediately, she knew how to respond. Looking around, she scoured through the apartment. There had to be a red pen around here somewhere. Not in his desk or hers – though she did nab the purple one in case nothing else turned up – and then continued through each room. Finally, sitting in the junk drawer in the kitchen, a little red pen that would be perfect for this application

There wasn’t a single thing not marked. His name underlined with a ‘Full name, please’ scribbled next to it, a ‘Really?’ next to his age. Silly man just had to be technical. She circled his pet name for her, managing to fit in that he should always expand on his answers for maximum points then placed a single check next to her pet name for him.

She paused over the attraction. Oh, she knew how he felt. That Halloween party would forever be remembered, walking–skating up and seeing him. She hadn’t even noticed his costume at first, simply been struck by his appearance. Stupid Uchiha genes. 

Skipping over that, his next answer got a heart. The wedding answer was expected though she didn’t mind a large one. A huge party to celebrate marrying the man she had fallen in love with? Sakura couldn’t find it in her to say no. The last point was only met with a ‘2+’ on it, happy to know they both wanted children. It definitely made things smoother.

At the bottom of the page in the open space, she finally added her own response to the overlying question:

Application accepted, final grade pending presentation.

If this man thought the paper got him out of getting on one knee and presenting her with a ring, was he certainly in for a large surprise.

[wi-fu]

please don’t feed the sasuke

[levieenrose]

wanted plots

[xuchiha]

levieenrose:

this is a very small list of things I want to write out, and I probably shouldn’t be considering how many 1x1s i have but, for most of these I would prefer to write female, but if for sure I can write male if need be, also these can all be f/f as well. idc I just want them 

Muse A has been struggling for years to make in into the professional sports, spent their whole life playing the sport and had basically dedicated every second of their life to making it.Muse B would be the one supporting them through it. Being their number one cheerleader, icing every injury and watching every game tape with them. think naley ok w/ or w/o the kid. (for this one I’d like to play muse B bc I know nothing about sports) 

pls give me a (( prince and me )) based plot. basically a scandinavian prince goes to university in a different country and tries to blend in and is totally normal apart from the fact his roommate is his security man and he meets a normal girl / boy and he falls in love w her  but she doesn’t know who he is and he likes that bc everything is normal and chill and then s/he finds out and then a bit of angst

Secretary and Boss of a major corporation, this is pretty self explanatory, Muse A (sec.) would know the ins and outs of their daily lives, have everything they liked memorized to a T.  Basically Muse B (boss) would be lost without them in more ways than one. sexual tension and pencil skirts are my shit ok. 

 the “underground” fighter who’s always getting roughed up and almost constantly has a black eye or a broken nose and that’s the way they earn money and they keep coming into the ER and there’s always a nurse there patching them up and they’re the sweetest person ever and they just 😍😍😍 after them

Pls a hot as fuck high school music teacher who never really got out of their leather jacket and biker phase and used to be in a band but now teaches high school students what real music is and is notorious for being arrogant and vv sarcastic and a kindergarden teacher who loves kids and wears lilac/pink/purple color cotton shirts and smooth pants and is cute as a button and imagine them teaching the kids to make flower crowns and music teacher sees a flower crown on him and smirks and teases him about how cute he looks

A love affair AU. Like every time she has a fight with her boyfriend, she goes to this other guy and they mess around, and maybe, secretly love each other. And just like, he’ll whisper things like “Want me to make you forget?” And just.

you snorted coke off my tits and fucked me in the bathroom at a party last weekend and here I am … sitting in the front row of your classroom on the first day of your course …

a “your parent’s running against mine in this upcoming election but we hooked up at a party a couple months ago and this just got a lot more complicated than it should have been” 1x1 please

ANY LONG DISTANCE OR WRONG NUMBER OH BUT I LIKE TALKING TO YOU PLOT. 

[meezumaki]

[xuchiha]

@pinkettemedic

Itachi couldn’t say he was pleased with the mission specifications, but he knew better than to turn it down. His team had been irritable with their lack of challenging missions as of late, and debating specifics with Tsunade-hime never turned out well for the ones who dared to do such a thing. The mission had fallen in his lap - literally, as Kakashi-senpai had dropped a file folder as thick as the hilt of his ninjato in his hands one morning - so it would have to do. 

He dropped silently from the trees and spun his index finger above his head. The rest of the squad quickly complied, descending from the shadows as one. They formed a circle, facing one another and Itachi’s dark eyes regarded each operative before turning his head to address the four shinobi who had yet to follow his simple instruction. 

Logically, she probably didn’t understand ANBU’s silent hand signals, but Itachi had no patience to teach her at the moment. “Haruno, I would appreciate it if you and your squad would join us.” The words themselves were sarcastic, but his voice was monotone.

Two of his teammates glanced at one another, sensing their captain’s displeasure, but remained silent. The third turned and Itachi brought his face back around as the nin spoke, “Kama-taichō, is it truly necessary...?” He gestured towards the medics and tilted his head but Itachi only shook his head minutely in return.

“Hokage-sama’s orders, Tora. She was quite insistent.” 

[lhzthepoet]

Will you try to love him?

Him and his tattered heart and death in his rib cage; with a name like poison. War is in his tongue. His entire body is made of collapsed stars.

Will you try to love him?

Even if it’s a thin line he walks, with a face half in the light and half in the dark. Him, with scars in his heart and holes in his back; cracks in place of skin. He is a thing of destruction.

Will you try to love him?

Him, with his nightmares during the day and demons in the dark. Atlas’s burden rests on his shoulders. He craves for light, grasping for rays in his miles of night.

Will you try to love him?

Him and his reckless love and secret pain. His is a silent grief for the sky, for the earth, for the heavens. The universe is confined in his flesh.

Will you try to love him?

Even if he clings to foolish hope and leaves prayers in your mouth. Him, with chaos for eyes and blood in his lungs. He remembers how to fall. He remembers how to burn.

Will you try to love him, the angel that fell from Heaven and then rose from Hell?

L.H.Z // Will you try to love him

[evartandadam]

木漏れ日

“komorebi- sunlight filtering through trees” Commission for pantherite on tumblr!

[ingeniousmedic]

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