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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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Volition

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"Training,fishing,camping. Why are you so obssesed with my hobbies?"

hello my dear bodyflicker, what’s your top five hobbies? •⩊•

"Ehhh...how do you even come up with these questions Itachi? Hm?"

"Top hobbies? I have only one to annoy you" he teases

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"Dying? Losing my eye?" He keeps up with teasing and fooling around just to see Itach smiling nore

hello my dear bodyflicker, what’s your top five hobbies? •⩊•

"Ehhh...how do you even come up with these questions Itachi? Hm?"

"Top hobbies? I have only one to annoy you" he teases

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hello my dear bodyflicker, what’s your top five hobbies? •⩊•

"Ehhh...how do you even come up with these questions Itachi? Hm?"

"Top hobbies? I have only one to annoy you" he teases

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Uchiha Shisui

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"Oh, come on, love. Don’t be unreasonable. This is our big chance for a performance, possibly even a collaboration. Besides, I can make these decisions because I know your taste well. And let's be honest, most of the time you’re tired. We travel a lot, and you perform even more. When am I supposed to ask you? Or am I just drunk and useless when you are not tired. Don’t pinch me—I know I should cool it at parties and get more rest."

Recently, they lost their manager, so until they find a new one to handle these matters, Shisui has had to step up and hope he can make the best choices for the band.

Shisui knew very well that his beloved Itachi couldn't see well, so he took the glasses from the nightstand and placed them on Itachi's nose. "Here you go, love. Now you can see better. It's really a shame that we can't do anything to help your eyes," he said. However, it was obvious that Itachi was in the mood for something else, likely planning to look at the pictures in the morning while lazy Shisui snored like a bear. Shisui placed the glasses back on the nightstand. "I already asked, and she said yes." He turned to Itachi, discarded his laptop, and pulled Itachi back to bed with him.

Lying close to Itachi and facing him, Shisui runs his fingers over his face, tucking his hair behind his ear. "How do you feel about adding one more band member, the one who can play the flute?"

«Purple sounds interesting.»

ㅤItachi had to admit, when it came to make-up either on or off the stage, he was a lot less creative than Shisui could be. Usually, the choice would be a simple combination of dark eye shadow and dark eyeliner, occasionally with some glitter sprinkled on top just for that added layer of flamboyance. His boyfriend, though, loved to go crazy with the colors and the styles. No doubt, a purple masterpiece was about to be born soon.

ㅤAs Shisui shared the news, though, his eyes widened slightly in astonishment. «You mean... the Koda Kumi?» A name that he immediately recognized, of course. Who wouldn't? Pulling his arms back so that Shisui could move more freely and reach for the laptop, regardless Itachi didn't stop himself from pinching his lover's side as punishment. «Don't decide such things without talking to me first.» Which he said in a chastising tone, mostly because he always felt the need to be in control of everything that was happening... but the annoyance didn't last too long. It was a fantastic opportunity and, all jokes and teasing aside, he did trust Shisui to know what he was doing and to make the best decisions for the band.

ㅤMaking himself sit up as well, he inched closer to his boyfriend again and rested his chin on Shisui's shoulder, squinting at the laptop screen - currently too lazy and too comfortable to go get his glasses. Even if the photos of the stage looked blurry to his eyes even from such a short distance, but he'd properly look at everything in the morning. For the time being, he wrapped his arms back around Shisui's waist and playfully placed a bite on that same shoulder. «I'm not shy.» Introverted was a better choice of word, in Itachi's opinion. «Do you think we can convince Kumiko-san to perform 'Real Emotion' with us during the event? I love that song, it's in one of my favorite video games.»

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“Why, you little! How could you know what I do behind your back?” Shisui faked his shock, sticking his tongue out at Itachi. By that time, their bags were all set.

He groans loudly upon hearing that. Why dawn? They could sleep and go like normal people do. Yet, was there even one single thing normal about them? "You are the roster of this village, not an Uchiha."

"Itachi...Should we take weapons with us?"

«And I will chop off that hand if you don't put it away in five seconds.»

ㅤIt didn't matter that, one, he currently had his back turned to Shisui and, two, he couldn't see anyway. He knew exactly what his lover was doing, and it was taking a great deal of self-control to keep on the serious expression and not just laugh about it.

ㅤEither way, leaving the packing to the other Uchiha, Itachi focused on finishing the frosting for the cake. Since the cake itself was chocolate-flavored, he picked some other ingredients that would match it nicely: orange, mint, and walnuts. By the time Shisui was back, he was pulling the finished cake out of the oven and ready to start decorating.

«I prefer dawn.» Itachi had always been an early bird, after all.

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heyyy!! um, i am pretty new here and i just wanted to ask if you are open to semi-serious rp plots with minato and shisui working under the anbu black ops with minato? hope you are having a lovely day, don’t be pressured to reply whenever it suits you, or if this isn’t your cuppa tea, no problem. (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

Hello there! ^^ I hope you’re having a wonderful day as well. I would love to roleplay with your Minato. However, I've been experiencing low energy levels lately, so I would greatly appreciate it if you could start the scenario and tag me so I won't miss it. You can find the verses on the pinned post of this page, which may help you decide what you'd like to play. Thank you!

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I do!!!!!!!!!!!

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"it’s truly a wonder that you’re still alive." (Obito Uchiha)

"Says Uchiha crushed by a boulder and manipulated by Madara. Get a life Obito while you can, for if you don't I will crush you far worse than that boulder did" He barks his displeasure married with a vicked grin.

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I need more Shisaku in my life 🥰

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There is way to little ShiSaku stuff out there. We need to change that - be prepared for a week of love for this ship 🥹

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shiita

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"How stupid. Why? Why am I not surprised? You were a master manipulator; I almost believed you, just like everyone else," he snapped, his voice heavy with a growl filled with anger. Was Itachi delusional, or what was his issue? Did he try to find excuses and explanations for his actions? As much as Shisui hated Itachi, he also despised himself for failing and getting killed too early—too soon. His heart pounded like a wild beast running through the snow on a cold, dreadful night. "I am taking you to them because from now on that is your fate andytour new home. You have nowhere else to go nor anyone else would even consider giving you a shelter."

The tips of his fingers traced over Itachi's skin, first gliding over his knuckles, then moving up to his shoulder and the ANBU tattoo. The fingers of a murderer were gentle and soft, like a feather, capable of bringing pleasure while leaving warm traces on the skin. He was toying with Itachi. The need and urge to kill, to peel back human skin just to see what lay beneath, had vanished. He realized that if he killed Itachi, it would be like setting him free. No, Itachi needed to live and endure the suffering for all that he had done.

I was there, I was too cocky and I got caught, but that wretched Danzo had other plans. I spared his life and he gave me you and your eye as a gift. Danzo shall die but not by my hand, for now, Orochimaru will have his last dance with that dog. Or maybe his precious pupil and your brother little cute Sasuke" He said with deep contempt.

A lingering touch continues to dance over Itach's hair, lulling the delusional man into a false feeling of safety. Body pain and torture have no meaning has no effect on Shisui. He was tortured a thousand times, mentally and physically. All that bleaches before the true pain he was forced to feel when he finds out that his best friend killed his father and his lover and on top of that Itachi without mercy killed Izumi their dear friend and Itachi's future wife.

When Shisui found out the truth he felt like a man without water, your body starts to wither and your mind refuses to work going almost mad with thirst. At that moment he wished that Pain left him nailed with his black rods to the wall. Pain and his black rods that block all chakra and send constant pulse-like pain, yes he preferred that then this soul-crushing emotional pain that left him mad with rage with ....

"Save you? And who will save me? You can only save yourself; no one else is left to help, not even our goddess. This is the consequence of your misguided actions, and it's also the consequence I face for leaving my responsibilities in your hands." He returned with a glass of water and a bowl of cold, cooked rice for Itachi. "Refresh and rest. We leave at dawn for Amegakure."

The Akatsuki.

ㅤHis swimming mind was able to, at least, focus on that one name. A name that was... vaguely familiar. He'd heard of it, during meetings with the Council. There wasn't much information to go on about and they seemed to be experts at concealing themselves, but one thing was clear: whatever this group's intentions might turn out to be, they were looking for members and trying to amass a great sum of money. Likely, funds for weapons and hideouts and everything of the sort. Which... heavily implied they did not have peaceful goals.

ㅤWhy was Shisui talking about this group, why- ...why was he saying he would take Itachi to them? Did that mean that Shisui was working for them...? It might have been an obvious conclusion, if it wasn't for the fact that Itachi was currently so impaired in his judgment. That, and... dealing with everything else, on top of it. So, not only his friend was alive, but he was actually working for a potential terrorist organization...? As if on cue, Itachi's gaze fell on the forehead protector that had been crossed out, offering yet another proof of what should be evident.

«Why are you taking me to them...?»

ㅤSeemed like he wasn't about to get answers any time soon, either. If anything, what he could find in Shisui was an amalgamation of poorly repressed anger, hatred, contempt, resentment. Was that what happened to somebody when they died and came back to life...? Was that all that was left, after a near-death experience? The fleeting thoughts kept floating around in his head, like ghosts looking for a place to die, while he watched in silence as Shisui removed his coat and then approached with a syringe in hand. And that only made everything even more confusing, if possible. Itachi's body reacted out of instinct, one of his hands clasping protectively over what was left of his damaged eye socket, but at the same time... instinct was also telling him that he could trust Shisui. He'd always trusted Shisui for everything, why should it be any different now?

ㅤ«When I was in Danzo's cell-» Still clutching the left side of his face, he obeyed nonetheless. With his free hand holding onto the headboard for support, he managed to make himself sit up more-or-less steadily, enough for Shisui to start tending the horrible wound. «You- ...it was you there, right...? You were there, as well? Then-» Pursing his chapped lips, he slowly brought that hand down to rest on his lap. «Why didn't you help me...?» Among all the other questions, this was the one that truly mattered. This was the one that Itachi desperately wanted an answer for. To be given a plausible justification, maybe even to be told that, no, he was wrong, Shisui was never there, it'd all been a cruel hallucination. At the moment, it was this answer that Itachi was clinging onto, the only rock keeping him from drowning.

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"Six sounds wonderful. I'll probably be sitting outside. I would offer you my phone number, but… it's quite a funny story. My phone got soaked while I was swimming." He shrugs his shoulders, aware of how silly that may sound to Itachi. But he can't exactly tell Itachi, 'Yes, I am a siren, and my witch friend still hasn't taught me how to use a cellphone.'

As he thinks about his only human friend, Alustriel—despite her being a witch—Shisui often finds himself absentmindedly touching the pendant around his neck. This pendant enables him to maintain his human form longer than he could manage on his own. Alustriel has warned him many times about the risks involved, yet here he is again, making advances toward another human. Due to the conditions she set, Shisui knows he must behave—or else she will force him back into the ocean.

"I’m afraid I’m too insignificant to catch the mayor’s attention. Plus, with the constant grim expression he has, I really don’t want to get anywhere near him." He adds this last part with a hint of humor in his voice.

"Well then, I shall get going and leave you to your work. See you at six," he said, waving at Itachi as he left the beach. Before he knew it, he found himself at Alustriel's place, whining for help about what to wear and how to behave. Naturally, she decided to soak him in her bathtub to help his body relax and regain stamina. Itachi met a man, but the siren, barely fitting in the human-sized tub, had a tail that was wide and shimmering in marine blue and green. The tail was sticking out of the tub, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through the window. This creature Itachi haven't met.

Dressed in a red T-shirt with short sleeves and casual jeans, Shisui sat outside drinking orange juice, waiting for Itachi to arrive.

And then, just like that, everything was ruined.

ㅤ«Oh,» Itachi's tone sounded almost offended again, like it had before when they briefly talked about the possibility of experimenting on marine fauna, «you are one of those persons. Who like to ruin perfectly good coffee by adding a ton of stuff to it.» Yes, this was the source of the outrage now. Because Itachi was admittedly a coffee purist and firmly believed it should always be enjoyed black and unadulterated. On the other hand, it could also be accompanied by something nice and sweet, like a stick of dango. Or many sticks of dango. So, truly, it wasn't long before he was smiling again.

ㅤ«I know which one you mean. Never been there, myself, but it does look lovely. Maybe we can meet up in the evening? Around six or so?»

ㅤAssuming he wouldn't be delayed by work, of course. It would depend on how the water surveying went - if anything of interest was to be found, then examining it would have to take priority over an impromptu date with an unfairly attractive stranger. And this was quickly turning out to be the first time in his life wishing for something to come up and get in the way of his job.

ㅤ«You are not wrong in that, but there isn't really anything I can do about it. Unless you go talk to the mayor and convince him to hire another professional to come work with me.»

ㅤWhich he said with a playful smile - in a way, being the introverted soul he was, Itachi didn't mind working on his own. If nothing else, if he had to be the one doing everything, that meant he could be sure everything would be done perfectly. It didn't really matter anyway because, the moment the stranger opened that beautiful smile - Shisui, now with a name to go along with the smile - the rest of the world pretty much ceased to exist and Itachi couldn't help but stare in awe.

ㅤ«Nice name,» he said quietly, only vaguely aware of how dumb that sounded; more like something some teenager in high school would say to their crush, «it's nice to meet you.»

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A cup of coffee placed on Shisui's bedside table, along with a small handwritten note:

It's you.

“It’s me? What do you mean it’s me? How on earth do I look like a rabbit? Hey, Itachi, explain this joke of yours!” Despite his confusion, the coffee was still warm, and the enticing aroma drew Shisui back in. He settled back in his bed, enjoying his coffee and the cute whipped cream rabbit on top.

He made sure to go to the kitchen and wash the cup while trying to find Itachi. "Itachi!" he called out. "Oi, Itachi, where are you?"