#› ᴵ'ˡˡ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵐᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵈᵃʳᵏᶰᵉˢˢ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶠᵉˑ

[koukennin]

--- Shisui.   ❝ we could have had — should have had — a life together. ❞

✖ II —The world was cruel, no, rather life was– it had taken and taken without showing a moment of remorse, something that they both had suffered from which was why they were here; about to part ways. Although they had fond memories together, this made everything crumble down on the silent, slowly breaking, Uchiha who felt like he was SUFFOCATING due to what was happening before his very eyes, for he knew what this was– knew what this would lead to, Itachi was a genius after all, even though this didn’t require a genius to figure out.

  For once, the Uchiha desired to beg, beg for his best friend to stay— for them to share this life Shisui spoke of, for who was he going to turn to when all this was over? When he was going to walk this path in utter darkness? But no sound left the tender lips as sable locks covered obsidian hues filled with pain–PANIC, Itachi didn’t want this, didn’t desire for the familiar warmth to disappear from his life. Shisui was so much more than a mere friend, he was his lifeline, a guiding light that always gently showed him towards the right path, something that had saved the younger from a life of loneliness.

                                             ( please don’t… )

  How could something be this painful? This heart wrenching? It felt as if a knife was slowly penetrating his heart, twisting in an open weeping wound.

                                                      ‘we could have had’

  could, such a painful word. A word that he wished would merely disappear along with this cruel fate that he was suddenly graced with. He knew never mind how much begged, never mind how much he plead, Shisui wouldn’t change whatever path he had chosen for himself, but even so, slender digits still reached out in desperation, attempting to grab the falling form when that familiar warm light suddenly fell off the cliff, however, the words he heard leave his best friend’s lips made Itachi’s body freeze up while his entire mind screamed for him to ignore them; ignore Shisui’s last wish yet, he couldn’t, for he knew that this wasn’t his to decide never mind how much he otherwise desired.

                                              SHISUI  !                                                   SHISUI  !!                                                       SHISUI !!!

   Soon tears escaped freely, spilling down ivory cheeks as white and white clashed against each other while UNIMAGINABLE pain wrecked through the youth’s body — SUFFOCATING him to the point that even his now loud painful sobs sounded strangled. Slender legs gave away, making pale knees connect with the hard ground below as the pain became overwhelming, yet the gift Shisui had graced the younger Uchiha with was safe–kept away from possible thieves.

  Broken, was the only word that could describe the lone figure upon the cliff, although, after what felt like hours the youth finally rose, lifting himself off the ground with an emotionless expression that was far too dull– far too EMPTY to be good for such a young kid as red liquid overtook pure, resulting it to leave crimson clear tracks down pale skin. Meanwhile, two sharp lights—like stars could be seen in Itachi’s eyes, sharper and brighter than ever before;

                                               the Mangekyo Sharingan.

A gift he would gladly have left untouched if it meant reversing what had just transpired.

[iiryoku]

Tag post 01

Tobirama:

⁛ ░ a mind unlike any other. ( TOBIRAMA. ) ⁛ ░ the pages of the mind. ( MUSINGS. ) ⁛ ░ a pile of paperwork. ( ASK. ) ⁛ ░ yes that’s a smile. ( CRACK. ) ⁛ ░ youthful thoughts. ( CHILD MUSINGS. ) ⁛ ░ an era much better than the last. ( VILLAGE LIFE. ) ⁛ ░ ripples in the river. ( AESTHETICS. ) ⁛ ░ what’s hidden beneath flesh as white as ivory. ( HEADCANONS. ) ⁛ ░ carnal desires that the body & heart craves. ( KINKS. ) ⁛ ░ a soul as old as time & a mind as sharp as a scalpel. ( IC. )

Daiki:

▓ × *ﾟ‘ﾟ≾ ask. ≿,  ᵛᶤˢᶤᵗᵒʳˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᶤᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʳᵒᵒᵐ  ▓ × *ﾟ‘ﾟ≾ crack. ≿, ᵃ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ && ˢᵐᶤˡᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐ ˢᵘᶰˢʰᶤᶰᵉ. ▓ × *ﾟ‘ﾟ≾ musings. ≿,  ʷʳᶤᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤᶰᵈ'ˢ ᵖᵃᵍᵉˢˑ ▓ × *ﾟ‘ﾟ≾ wardrobe. ≿, ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ. ▓ ≾ aesthetics. ≿, ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵇᵉʸᵒᶰᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ. ▓ ≾ DAIKI. ≿, ᵖᵃˢˢᶤᵒᶰ ᶤˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᶤᵗᵉ ᵃ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵘʳᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ'ˢ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢ & ᵖᵃˢˢᶤᵒᶰ ᶤˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ. ▓ ≾ interactions. ≿, ᵗʰᵉ ᶤᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶤˢ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶤᶠᵘˡ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ; ˡᵉᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵒᵘˡ ᵃˢ ᴵ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ▓  ღ┊≾ ship musings. ≿, ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵏᶰᵒʷˢ ᶰᵒ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒᶰ; ᶰᵒ ᵇᵒᵘᶰᵈᵃʳᶤᵉˢ; ᶰᵒ ᵈᶤˢᵗᵃᶰᶜᵉˑ ▓ ≾ brainwashed!verse. ≿, ᵀᵒˣᶤᶜ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ʷᵃˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ; ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉˢ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ; ᵃ ᵐᶤᶰᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᵐᵃᶜʰᶤᶰᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᶜᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢˑ ▓ ≾ NARUTO!VERSE. ≿, ᴱᵛᵉᶰ ᵃ ˢᶤᵐᵖˡᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵉᵃˢʸ ʸᵉᵗ ᴵ ʷᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵗʳᵃʸˑ  ▓ × *ﾟ‘ﾟ≾ talents. ≿, ᵀᵃˡᵉᶰᵗˢ ᵃᶜᵠᵘᶤʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʷᶤˡˡ & ᵖᵃᵗᶤᵉᶰᶜᵉˑ ▓ × *ﾟ‘ﾟ≾ OP!VERSE. ≿, ᵃ ᵖᵃˢˢᶤᵒᶰᵃᵗᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᵃᶤˡᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃˑ Akame:

🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᵀʳᵃᶜᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵖᵃʷ ᵖʳᶤᶰᵗˢ⋱ ᴀsᴋ ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᴳʳᶤᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ʷᵒˡᶠ⋱ ��ʀᴀᴄᴋ ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᴬ ˢᵘᶰˢʰᶤᶰᵉ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᶤᵈᵉˢ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ʰᵒᶰᵒ�� & ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵈᵘᵗᶤᵉˢ⋱ 🇲🇴🇩🇪🇷🇳!🇦🇺 ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳˢ & ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶤˢ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ⋱ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉᵈ ʰᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ⋱ Aᴋᴀᴍᴇ ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᵂʰᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ ʰᵒʷˡˢ & ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰˢ⋱ ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ˢʰᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶤˢ ᶜᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ⋱ 🇩🇦🇸🇭 🇬🇦🇲🇪🇸 ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ˢᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ⋱ 🇼🇴🇱🇫 🇫🇦🇨🇹🇸 ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᵂᵃᶰᵈᵉʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵘᶰᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒᶰ & ˢᵘᶰ⋱ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᴬ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳᶤᵗᵃᵍᵉ⋱ 🇼🇦🇷🇩🇷🇴🇧🇪 ⌡ 🌙 *ﾟ ‘ﾟ ･⌠ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ʷᶤˢʰ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ;; ᵇᵘᵗ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ʷᶤˡˡ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ⋱ɢɪɴ﹙ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ﹚ ⌡ (ᴅᴀʀᴋ﹗Aᴋᴀᴍᴇ ᴠ) ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡ; ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᶤᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ⁻ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵃᶰᶤᵐᵃˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ Itachi:

*ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ ask. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ saved., › ᵗʳᵉᵃˢᵘʳᵉᵈ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳᶤᵉˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ ic. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ meme *ﾟ‘ﾟ��� ▓ promo., › ᵃ ᶰᵉʷ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉᶰᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᶤᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ᵃ ᶰᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ ˢʰᶤᶰᵒᵇᶤ ʷʰᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗˢ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰᶤᶰ ᶤᵗˢ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˑ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ'ˢ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ˢʰᶤᶰᵒᵇᶤ ( ITACHI ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ musings., › ᵘᶰˢᵖᵒᵏᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ˡᶤᶰᵍᵉʳᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰ ᵃ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵐᶤᶰᵈˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ ooc. ›  ᵍᵉᶰʲᵘᵗˢᵘ ᶰᵒ ᵐᵘᶰˑ, tbd. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ aesthetics ., › ˢᶤᵍʰᵗˢ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵏᵉᵉᶰ ᵉʸᵉˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ᵞᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵉˑ ᴺᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉᶰˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ˒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘˑ ( SASUKE ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵉ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐʸ ᵍᵘᶤᵈᶤᶰᵍ ˡᶤᵍʰᵗˑ ( SHISUI ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ crack., › ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗᶤᶜᵏˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵉᶰʲᵘᵗˢᵘ; ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( 1 )., › ᵃ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ ˢᵉˡᶠˡᵉˢˢ & ˡᵒʸᵃˡ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵇᵉᵃᵗᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵉᵗ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( 2 )., › ᴵ'ˡˡ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵐᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵈᵃʳᵏᶰᵉˢˢ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶠᵉˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ misc. *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ playlist., › ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵃᶰᵗ ᵐᵉˡᵒᵈᶤᵉˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( ANBU )., › ᴺᵒ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵃᵍᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵒᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʸᵉᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᴵ ᵃᵐˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( Blind!Modern ), › ᵀʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏᶰᵉˢˢ ʷʰᶤˢᵖᵉʳˢ & ᵈʳᵃᵍˢ ᵐᵉ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ʸᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃˢᵏ ʳᵉᵐᵃᶤᶰˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ desires., › ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ ᵈᵉˢᶤʳᵉˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵖᶤˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ ˡᶤᵖˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( YOUTH ).,› ᶤᶰᶰᵒᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ᵐᵉᵃᶰˢ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ; ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶤᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵉˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ shipping musings., › ᶠʳᵃᵍᶤˡᵉ ᶤˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶰᶜᵉ ᶤᵗ'ˢ ᵉˣᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ & ʸᵉᵗ ᶤᵗ ˡᵒᶰᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ about.,  › ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏˢ ʳᵘᶰᶰᶤᶰᵍ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵍ ᶤᵛᵒʳʸ ˢᵏᶤᶰ ʳᵉˢᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵉ���ᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵐᵃˢᵏˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ likes.,  › ᵉᶰʲᵒʸᵐᵉᶰᵗˢ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍˢ & ˢᵉᶰˢᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ haevatein,  › ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷʰᶤˢᵖᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵃᶰᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ˢᶰᵃᵏᵉ; ʸᵉᵗ ᴵ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰˑ ( LOKE )

*ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶰᵒ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ; ᵖᵘʳᵉ & ʷᵃʳᵐˑ ᴬ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ; ᵐʸ ᵏᶤᶰᵈᶰᵉˢˢ ʷᵃˢ ˡᵉᵃʳᶰᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘˑ ( MIKOTO ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖʳᶤᵈᵉ & ˢᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃᶰ ᶤᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢʰᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶰ ᵁᶜʰᶤʰᵃˑ ( FUGAKU ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ᶤ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐʸ ᵒʷᶰ ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᶤᶰ; ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ʷʰᵉᶰ ʷᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʷᵒʳᵉ ᵐᵃˢᵏˢˑ ( KAKASHI ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ᵇʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃ ˡᵒʸᵃˡ&ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˑ ᵞᵒᵘ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵃᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ; ʷᵒʳᵗʰʸ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᶜʰᵉᵉʳˢˑ ( NARUTO )

*ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( Samurai ), › ᵐᶤᶰᵈ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵃʳᵖ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃˢ ᵠᵘᶤᶜᵏ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗʳᵒᵏᵉˢˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( Parent ), › ᵃᶰ ᵘᶰᵘˢᵘᵃˡ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ᵐᵒᵘˡᵈᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵐᶤᶰᵈˢ ᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ&ʷᶤˢᵈᵒᵐˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( College ), › ᵃ ᶠᶤᵉʳᶜᵉ&ʸᵒᵘᵗʰᶠᵘˡ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʰᶤᵈᵈᵉᶰ ᵇᵉᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ᵐᵃˢᵏˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓  carnal sensations.,  › ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᶤᵒᶰ ʷᵉ ʳᵘᶰ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʳᶤᶜʰ ᵈᵉˢᶤʳᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶠᶤʳᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ᵇᵘʳᶰˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( Twin ),  › ᵃ ᵇᵒᶰᵈ ᵘᶰˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃᶰʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ; ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᵃˡᶠ ʷʰᶤᶜʰ ᶠᶤˡˡˢ ᵐᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵈᵉᵛᵒᵗᶤᵒᶰˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ verse ( Team Dango ), ʷᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵖᵃᵗʰ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ & ˢʰᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ˢʰᶤᶰᵒᵇᶤ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃ ᵇᵒᶰᵈ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᶤʳᵒᶰˑ *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ gallery. › ᵃ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵃ ˡᶤᵒᶰ & ᵇᶤᵍᵍᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶰ; ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵃᵈᵐᶤʳᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰˑ ( IZUMI ) *ﾟ‘ﾟ･ ▓ haevatein, › ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷʰᶤˢᵖᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶰᵃᵐᵉ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵃᶰᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢ ˢᶰᵃᵏᵉ; ʸᵉᵗ ᴵ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ ᶤᶰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰˑ ( LOKE ) SABO

⁛ ░  ᴠɪꜱɪᴛᴏʀꜱ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴇғ ᴏғ ꜱᴛᴀғғ, - ( ask. ) ⁛ ░  ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ ᴀʀᴍʏ​, - ( gallery. ) ⁛ ░  ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ; ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ​​, - ( ACE. ) ⁛ ░  ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ɪɴ ғʟᴇꜱʜ; ʙᴏᴅʏ & ꜱᴏᴜʟ​, - ( LUFFY. ) ⁛ ░  ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʟᴇ ꜱᴋɪɴ; ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ, - ( SABO. ) ⁛ ░  ᴄᴏʟᴏʀғᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ & ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ​, - ( aesthetics ) ⁛ ░  ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀ ᴏғ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ​, - ( likes. ) ⁛ ░  ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ·ꜱ ᴘᴀɢᴇꜱ, - ( musings. ) ⁛ ░  ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ·ᴛ ᴅᴇғɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ; ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴠᴇɪɴ​, - ( KOALA. ) ⁛ ░  ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴡᴇ·ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ​!, - ( gallery. ) ⁛ ░  ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ & ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɢᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ​, - ( verse 2 ) ⁛ ░  ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ & ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, - ( verse 1 )  ⁛ ░  ʟᴏᴏᴋ I·ᴍ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ; ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜱꜱ, - ( crack. ) ⁛ ░  ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ & ʀᴀɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ʙʟᴜᴇꜱ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ​​, - ( IC ) ⁛ ░  ʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛꜱ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ·ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ, - ( queue. )

⁛ ░  ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, - ( visage. ) ⁛ ░  ᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏᴜꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ, - ( isms. ) ⁛ ░  ᴡʜᴀᴛ·ꜱ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪɴ, - ( about. ) ⁛ ░  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ, - ( headcanon. ) ⁛ ░  ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ, - ( mun related things. ) ⁛ ░  ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ ғʀᴏᴍ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, - ( save. ) ⁛ ░  ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ&ғʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ, - ( verse 3 ) ⁛ ░  ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ&ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, - ( YGO!AU ) ⁛ ░  I ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ&ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ, - ( True Blood!AU ) ⁛ ░  ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴜꜱ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍɪɴᴅ&ꜱᴏᴜʟ, - ( twin verse. ) ⁛ ░  Sʜɪɴʏ~, ( promo. ) ⁛ ░ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏғᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ&ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ, - ( modern verse. )

⁛ ░  ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘꜱ, - ( playlist. ) ⁛ ░  ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟʟɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ, - ( playlist 2. )

⁛ ░  Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, - ( siren verse. ) ⁛ ░  ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ, - ( for mun. ) ⁛ ░  ᴋɪɴᴅᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, - (  sweet things. ) ⁛ ░  ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ, - ( tag ) ⁛ ░  ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ꜱᴜɴғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ, - ( tag. ) ⁛ ░  ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ ɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ɪ·ʟʟ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪɴɢ, - ( ship reflections. ) ⁛ ░  ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ, - ( wishlist. ) ⁛ ░  ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ, - ( verse 4 ) ⁛ ░  ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏғ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ɢᴀᴢᴇꜱ&ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇꜱ, - ( desires. ) ⁛ ░  ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ, - ( pet!au. ) ⁛ ░  ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴀɢᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, - ( wardrobe. ) ⁛ ░  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ғᴏʀᴇᴛᴏʟᴅ & ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘɪꜱᴄᴇꜱ’ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, - ( zodiac. ) ⁛ ░  ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ’ꜱ ʀᴇᴀꜱꜱᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇꜱᴛ ғᴏʀᴍ; ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ, - ( tag. ) ⁛ ░  ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ, - (  royalty!au. ) ⁛ ░  ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴀ ғɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ɢᴇɴɪᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇʀᴀsᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪɴᴇ, - ( MH musings. ) ⁛ ░  ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪᴇs ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ sᴋɪɴ&ᴇɴᴅᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ sᴍɪʟᴇs, - ( talents. ) ⁛ ░  ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ sᴇᴇɴ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴍᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ; ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛᴏɴ ᴏғ ғʀᴇᴇᴅᴏᴍ., - (  MARCO. )

[koukennin]

"Happy birthday, hm!"

Random ask. I Always accepting. I @bxngbocm I BIRTHDAY ASKS.

   Oh, a smile was instantly pulling at the corner of his lips upon hearing those words. He was really getting pampered and for once, Itachi didn’t mind it in the least. Especially, because this was Deidara who was gracing him with this. He might have been down in the dirt this morning, but now, with the blond here, Itachi forgot his worries, even if it was just for this brief moment. 

       “  I guess, I got exactly what I wished for then, “

left fair lips where the smile could still be seen lingering. This day turned out to be okay, something Itachi was grateful for.

Feeling extra affectionate, the slender male went over to lift the familiar chin upward, with a single digit, before gracing the familiar lips with a brief kiss. Since he was the birthday boy, he should be able to take whatever he wanted, and right now, that was all he desired.

[koukennin]

❝ i’m here, Itachi-san.. ❞ :')

Random ask I Always accepting. I @duellatore

       ✖ II —  Blood, thick and sharp stood out against ivory skin, against fair lips as the Uchiha supported himself against a nearby tree due to the coughing fit that had just wrecked his body, leaving him heave for breath, for anything that would stop the tightness in his throat and the piercing pain in his chest as slight sweat rolled along, more than normal, pale skin. Skin that clearly indicated the man’s very much declining health.

Hearing the familiar voice, feeling the presence, Itachi for once didn’t shield himself, didn’t try to disappear as fast as possible, mostly because he couldn’t.

                                    “  Musashi-san.. Thank you.  “

Itachi had killed the words that had almost escaped his lips, to instead, be for once, grateful for a familiar presence, despite the way his digits shakily reached for water and a few pills - more than usual, but if that would keep him from failing his goal, so be it.

[koukennin]

@nurtured-by-blood cont. from ( x )

     ✖ II —Itachi had expected a couple of years, something like hundred, because that wouldn’t surprise him with Hidan’s abilities at all, but the answer that he got did in fact surprise the midnight-haired male, making a brief show of the emotion dance in obsidian hues before stoicness once again took over. Observing for a bit, the slender male watched the other, picking-up the change in behavior immediately. A thing that hadn’t gone unnoticed even if he was focusing more on the fact that Hidan might be be older than the histories which he had read throughout his years.

Curiosity immediately bloomed within the softly defined chest of the Uchiha. It wasn’t anything new that Uchiha Itachi had a thing for history or anything that could be something from legends, so of course Hidan’s age woke such a simple - yet, deep emotion within the midnight-haired male.

     ❝  So true immortality. It must be heavy.  ❞

Like time itself could be, Itachi could only imagine how lonely such a road must be.

[koukennin]

@haevatein​ cont. from ( x )

          ✖ II —  Itachi had been alone for a while, not that it bothered him all that much. Loke was allowed - even as his team partner - to take breaks, to do whatever he so pleased. The stoic male wasn’t about to request the taller to stay if he didn’t wish to though, it felt odd being all alone, even if it had only been a few hours, as normally, Loke filled the darkness with chatter and endless suggestions of what they perhaps could do. It reminded the Uchiha of a past long since gone, a past that he could no longer simply look back at and smile without any form of pain blooming within his chest. Itachi remembered the time when he could, when he had still been able to look back and smile at memories that had only carried warmth, a warmth that now pulled at his heart, tearing at the dying organ that felt heavier than the heaviest rock within his softly defined chest.

Loke’s warm and carefree personality, never ending attention seeking mouth and actions, reminded Itachi so much of,

                  Itachi,                                   what’s with that expression?                                           you know I can still see you, even like this.

Blunt nails dug into a ivory palm, repressing the memory that haunted his dreams, his nights, even when he was awake, they didn’t leave him alone, didn’t let him rest and yet, at times, he found himself smiling ever so slightly, such a rare emotion on his ever masked face. His mask might not be physically, but mentally. Beneath it were cracks, where tears and crimson liquid were desperately trying to fill the gaps, but to no avail, something which Itachi had accepted a long time ago.

Having none of Loke’s chatter dancing in his ears, made way for trains of thoughts, filling the stoic male with reminders of what was to come and an awareness undisturbed, which fell upon the pain within his softly defined chest where lungs were burning. This was something he had been able to ignore with Loke’s presence. To think that the male’s simple presence - and at the beginning, annoying - running mouth, could make him forget the pain that laid beneath his perfect surface. Loke was still somewhat of an enigma to him though, one Itachi didn’t mind having not solved yet, as the male was strangely.. interesting. The stoic male would be lying if he said that he hadn’t, somewhere along their journey, grown kind of fond of the other. Especially, with how many times the taller of the two had helped him with that warmth that soothed the pain, soothed his nightmares away and all the things eating him up like acid from the inside, it was a warmth that he had come to associate with the flamboyant male.

Suddenly feeling a familiar presence, Itachi peeked up from where he had been sitting against a tree, only to catch the heavy scent of blood dancing in the air, making the ivory featured male push himself up without a second thought before slender legs carried him closer towards the familiar male. The gurgling sound of blood escaping lips, made midnight hairs stand on edge at the base of the silent male’s head, it was such a familiar - horrible - sound due to having experienced that over and over.

                                                  How did this happen?

left fair lips before Itachi could even think about his words as it shocked him to the core. He had never seen Loke injured, not like this - ever. The taller male just didn’t get injured, he always seemed to be able to avoid such a deadly thing and here he was, coughing up blood.

Activating his sharingan, to see better, Itachi went closer to examine the damage. It was unsettling to see the extend and slight panic was already forming within his chest, making the keen mind speed up. He needed to help, needed to figure out the best course of action. The fine eyebrows upon ivory features, knitted in concern and concentration as sharingan ran over the injured male. A puncture wound, an arrow lingering in the strong back.

He will ignore that statement. Itachi wouldn’t accept such words when the other could barely stand. Deciding to take things into his own hands, the stoic male side stepped the other, uncaring about the blood as he went closer to the arrow while ignoring the panic choking him. To be honest, he didn’t wish to be left alone, not again. Not when he had started to finally accept and understand his emotions towards this enigma that was Loke.

Around the arrow seemed to be lacking a great flow of chakra, making it clear that something was blocking out a much needed flow, if this continued, the taller male would die, Itachi knew that now, now that he had gotten closer and examined the weapon stuck in Loke’s back. He needed to get it out, luckily it was thin at the head, crimson hues could see that due to the entering wound. A strange aura was dancing around the arrow, almost looking like that of flames and yet, it felt so cold, unpleasantly so. This was a jutsu unknown to the elder Uchiha, for usually element channeled into weapons would dissipate as soon as it hit the target and yet, this one still admitted some odd elemental energy that made a strange chill enter Itachi’s body.

              ❝  Answer me truthfully.                                 If I pull this arrow out, can you heal?   ❞

[koukennin]

The fiery fox has returned, hopping around and between the legs of the Uchiha, emitting that foxy snicker. In his mouth was Itachi's akatsuki ring, imprisoned between fanged teeth. What a thief!

Random ask. I Always Accepting. I @taleseternal

      ✖ II —  Itachi wasn’t even surprised upon seeing the sudden appearance of the familiar fox. However, he was a little surprised by seeing his familiar ring between sharp fangs, resulting the stoic male to slowly kneel down to appear less threatening before the fox.

                          ❝  Hey, careful not to swallow that, okay?  ❞

He was much more worried about the creature than the actual ring. After all, it was just a symbol of who they were, a symbol that was nothing but a lie to the ivory featured nin. This act he was doing and all these lies, he had made a mask out of, it was something deeply fake, but moments like these, were real, just like the fox not far from him.

Reaching out, slender digits caressed beneath the fox’s chin with a rare smile decorating fair lips.

         ❝  I don’t wish for you to get stomach aches because of me being careless.  ❞

[koukennin]

hc + nostalgia

Meme. I Accepting. I @foundsweets ( AKATSUKI )

      Itachi experience quite the amount of nostalgia in the form of longing for the past, longing for what he does no longer have. Sometimes it comes in waves of emotions that surface due to someone or an action as certain things reminds the missing-nin of the time where his life wasn’t shadowed by Death’s door and his lungs weren’t feeling like they contained sharp pieces of glass. This is also due to his sharingan, which burns moments into the user’s mind - into Itachi’s mind, making the man easily remember certain things which are both bad and good. 

Nostalgic moments however, doesn’t get allowed to reach the surface and breathe in Itachi’s mind, most of the time, due to the missing-nin pushing the memories, the feelings, to the back of his mind and deep down until he is left numb, almost as if he turns off his emotions entirely. They are there, for the briefest of moments though, and at times, they even grace the stoic male’s heart, making Itachi’s eyes glaze over behind that cracked, messy yet, so deceivingly perfect, mask he wears.

However, emotions always win in the silent nights, always breaks that mask into a million pieces like the stoic male’s heart, which shatters in a very similar manner, almost every time Itachi sleeps, for there, there is no pushing the nostalgia back, no way to drown it and stop it from reaching up to breath. In his dreams - nightmares, it’s heavy and takes a painfully tight hold, breathing heavily at the surface.

[koukennin]

@duellatore  liked x for a small starter.

       ✖ II — Information came easy if you knew where to look and where to search, something Itachi Uchiha knew as he went through the area he found himself in. Luckily, not many at this point had heard about the Akatsuki, hence why no one reacted as the stoic male went through the village.

   ❝   Excuse me, but can you tell me where I might find a place to rest for the night?   ❞

[koukennin]

There is a flower placed next to the Raven's bedside. A black rose with crack-like lines breaking up the dark color with a gleaming red, like embers burning underneath the ashes of a campfire, the crimson seemed to breathe as if it had a life of it's own. The flower was eternal, and would never wither no matter what neglect it would recieve. Who had put it there for Itachi to keep? Loke had, and he hoped not to be too questioned about it. It is a gift, on a day of giving and expressing fondness.

@haevatein  - VALENTINE ASK.

     ✖ II — Slowly waking up, the missing-nin’s endless obsidian hues opened, blinking, adjusting to the light all around as the sound of birds chirping away could be heard dancing in the air outside, coming from the nearby open sliding-door. It was a beautiful morning, with warmth filling everything as the rays of the sun shone down, bathing the land in its grace. 

For once, it had been a peaceful night of sleep, no nightmares, no haunting images, no angry voices, it had merely been darkness with warmth encasing his person, making the usually tired male feel lighter, less drained and overall good. Well, as ‘good’ as he could feel with his disease still eating him slowly from the inside out.

Slowly, unhurriedly, Itachi craned his neck to his right, only for his eyes to catch an unfamiliar blur of black, sharp red and crackling yellow, a blur which seemed to pulse, resulting crimson to immediately melt into obsidian. Soon, the stoic male could see exactly what it was that was greeting him in the early morning. It was a rose, not just any normal rose. It was a beautiful black rose with leaves that seemed to carry embers beneath them in a way that made it seem as if the flower was breathing, crackling in a manner that reminded the silent Uchiha of a campfire. Its appearance was breathtaking, and Itachi found himself soon reach out to let slender digits gently touch it, making him realize that despite it perhaps having the chance of burning him, he didn’t care. However, it also came to his realization that it in fact didn’t as soon as he touched it. It felt pleasant and inviting to the touch and rare wonder could be seen gracing the ivory features.

It was the first time that he had ever received something akin to this, and for once, Itachi was a bit lost, lost for words as he slowly sat up with the rose now in hand while gazing at it like it would help him feel anything, but the confusing emotions currently in his chest. However, after a whole minute of staring at the beautiful flower, a rare soft smile appeared upon the fair lips as a warm chuckle followed as he instead focused on the part of him which instantly knew who this gift was from.

Deciding to get up, Itachi gazed all around, looking for the male currently having pulled at his heartstrings - as much as the stoic male didn’t like to admit that. Crimson hues finally located the taller by the open sliding door, sitting there, clearly enjoying the rays beaming down.

Slender legs soon carried the missing-nin over until he was right beside Loke. Slowly, silently, the Uchiha leaned down and without warning, fair lips connected with the corner of the redhead’s lips, enabling Itachi to feel the warmth that something within him could grow addicted to if he wasn’t careful, before speaking softly ‘thank you’. With that, Itachi pulled back and joined Loke on the wooden step with the rose resting within his hold like a precious item that needed protection from the world around them. It was only fair to grace Loke with his own type of gift, even if it opened a path that should never have had a chance to begin with.

It was rare for Itachi Uchiha to bestow affection upon anyone, especially due to his own rule; never grow attached to anyone. And yet, it was happening as if an unknown force was pulling him towards something that would undoubtedly spear his heart in the end, in the most painful manner. However, right now, such thoughts were left in the back of his mind as he silently sat there with slender digits running along the beautiful flower within his grasp.

[koukennin]

More than friends (Loke is but ofc hes acting ignorant to said romantic feels)

Meme. I Accepting. I @taleseternal

     Did obsidian hues linger in the current battle, yes, yes, they did. Watching the fiery form of Loke which moved like grace itself and with a fire like a wild storm, swirling in a way that took the silent male’s breath away, despite not being able to see properly. Loke’s chakra was enough, enough to fill Itachi with adrenaline and enough to make his heart dance wildly. Warmth, warmth, warmth, so much, warmth, a feeling that awoke longing to touch, longing to linger and yet, Itachi was doing his own little dance, taunting familiar eyes to watch as he moved in closer, closer than he had to, to aim crimson depths at the taller with a look that might have made it clear what emotions were dancing beneath pale skin as a small hint, despite a brief one, of a smile appeared on fair lips.

[koukennin]

You and I would make powerful and beautiful little mistakes. -winks-

Random ask. I Always Accepting. I @haevatein

           ❝    Do I need to teach you the basics of reproduction, Loke?  ❞

Last time Itachi looked, they both had male genitals. Well, he hadn’t looked at Loke’s private area, per se, but he had accidentally seen an outline one careless morning, where he had had his sharingan active due to looking for his nail-polish. And the male, well, he had just stood there, with a smirk no doubt - Itachi had been able to hear it in his voice - when Loke had spoken upon seeing the crimson hues accidentally gaze lower than usual. 

[koukennin]

casually gives itachi a warm hug upon the raven's return. he had been gone for a long while, it was sort of nice to see him come back in one piece. ' heya~ '

Random ask. I Always accepting. I @taleseternal & @haevatein

         ✖ II —  Upon his return, all Itachi had expected was a short greeting and perhaps a cheeky smirk, but this, this was not something the Uchiha had expected. It was, in fact, something that made a surprised glint dance in the crimson depths, making the emotion clear for anyone that would take one glimpse at those endless pools that usually showed nothing but stoicness, an expression that was natural on the silent male’s face for most people; those who truly didn’t know any better. 

Relaxing against the warm hold, a deep inhale was taken as his body quietly vibrated with a pleasant sensation, almost as if he could finally relax. It almost felt like…

                                                      Hey, Itachi.                                                           Welcome back!

that warmth, that had greeted him whenever he had returned from a mission in the form of a bright smile and warm hues.

                                         ❝     Greetings, Loke.   ❞ 

A small smile was hidden against the familiar male as fair lips released a tone that held a edge of softness before Itachi schooled his ivory features.                                 

[koukennin]

Trust me

Meme. I No longer accepting. I @haevatein

       ✖ II —  It was difficult to trust people – people were like snakes; waiting for the best moment to strike. Filled with venom that was lethal if you didn’t see their bite aimed at your throat. Hence why Uchiha Itachi was always on his guard - well, almost always. Since he had partnered with Loke, his tall and thick walls had slowly lessened to the point where only a few remained, the few hiding the mental wounds which he carried and his past, something that the stoic male wasn’t going to simply share. Not because he feared the outcome, but because it was still something that haunted the Uchiha till this day. The wounds still left bleeding in their wake as if they were sharp knives cutting into tender flesh -  so easily damaged.

                                           Trust me

Such simple words and yet, they held something powerful and meaningful, if the words could be accepted by the stoic male, which they strangely could. 

Loke had more than a few times showed that there was no reason not to trust him. He had been there when his lungs had screamed in agony and when his mouth had been filled with that foul copper taste, when he had passed out and when nightmares had haunted his nights. Loke had been there every single time he had requested him, and stayed, when fair lips had asked for it. So, without further hesitation, obsidian hues closed, showing complete trust as he let the taller male do whatever he had in his mind.

                                                                    I trust you

a statement left unspoken, as the silent male relaxed before the other with a peaceful sensation filling his mind.

[koukennin]

@haevatein cont. ( x )

       ✖ II —  It burned, filling his entire body with pain that took a hold of his nerves, setting them on fire, making the usually elegant body tremble slightly and wreck with gurgling coughs that made it clear that blood was appearing places where it shouldn’t be. The colorful liquid coated ivory skin, standing out like a dark spot upon a snow-white wall against it as unsteady, shallow breaths, not reaching as deeply as they were supposed to, escaped in a chaotic dance that held no rhythm. It was a feeling Itachi should be used to, but he never did. It was beyond painful to be unable to take a deep breath, to fill your lungs with much needed air without them screaming in agony like you were inhaling acid that ate you from the inside out. 

He needed-- needed his medication, needed to numb the pain and just lessen the symptoms, but this time it was a strong attack, sending the usually elegant male almost to his knees. The medication hadn’t been good enough this time, Itachi knew that now with how painful this was. It was supposed to help, supposed to push it back and slow it down. 

                                                  I need more time, please..

He did, he needed more time until that fateful day where he would fight his little brother, but at the moment it seem like his lungs were giving up, resulting the man to wheeze and the sharp mind to swim with pain.

Obsidian hues gazed up from their slightly lidded state when he heard a voice, a oh so soothing voice that made the deep hues slowly close as the panic he felt lessened slightly due to Itachi focusing on calming his frantic breathing that almost sounded like choking. The voice made the midnight-haired male remember, remember a familiar voice that had made him feel calm, so many years ago.

                                                Itachi.. listen to my voice, breathe..                                                             Just like that..

                                     Shisui... Shisui.. don’t go..

A single tear escaped due to the sudden memory, slithering down an ivory cheek as warmth suddenly wrapped around him like a blanket. His chest, his insides felt like they were humming instead of screaming in agony like they had mere seconds ago, and what felt like an impossible feat that had lasted for an eternity finally happened; a deep breath was taken, filling his lungs with much needed air that left the ivory featured male exhausted and oh so tired and immensely relieved.

It felt as if the sun had punctured the thick treetops and decided to soak into his body, caressing his internal wounds and showered them in what could only be described as tender warmth - a warmth that took the pain away and left the almost blind man gasping for air, before Itachi focused on the familiar presence before him, a presence that hadn’t been sensed earlier due to all the pain he had been in.

Obsidian hues were heavy lidded as the smaller male took a step towards the presence before him, instinctively, in search of the warmth that had graced his face before disappearing, only to fall forward with that calming voice in his ears and a softly spoken name;

                                                   ❝   Loke..  ❞

[koukennin]

‘ regrets ‘

Meme. I Accepting. I @haevatein

         ✖ II — Quietly, obsidian hues watched a slender - blurry - hand, watching as the nails remained clean - neat and yet, Itachi’s mind kept on reminding him that those hands were anything but that. They had been coated in blood; familiar red liquid of his own linage and yet, they looked nothing like that as the hands were kept very clean. To think, that he could have painted water red with them a few years back. However, the memory that always popped into the keen mind of the silent male whenever he looked at right hand was..

                                     Don’t stop me Itachi..                                                                             SHISUI !!!

It was a painful memory, a memory stuck in his mind as if it happened yesterday, it was the curse of having these eyes and yet, so many desired them, so many wanted to obtain the sharingan like it was the best possible thing ever, with no flaws whatsoever, when in truth, it was something that cursed every user to see their most pain filled memories, and all the things that were once there but are there no longer. Itachi wasn’t able to forget things, wasn’t able to just simply throw those memories away, all because of his eyes. He felt a unique kind of hatred towards his eyes due to that, but at the same time, no shame, no hatred towards his surname could be felt - nothing towards his bloodline either. No, Itachi Uchiha was still proud, even if felt such sorrow, such heartbreak due to his ability to remember everything his sharingan saw, like an old picture-book filled with photos from the past. Itachi regretted, regretted quite a few things he never spoke about, one of them being how he hadn’t been able to save Shisui. It brought at times, such amount of pain to him that he felt like he was choking on air and his heart was being ripped from his chest, if only that was the case.. 

                                              ❝   Shisui.. He..  ❞

There was a reason why he never spoke of Shisui’s death, why he never opened up about his nightmares, it was a topic still cutting deep into the midnight-haired male’s very soul. How he had been so close to grabbing Shisui’s hand as he had fallen to his death. It was painful, so much in fact, that the usually stoic male was struggling for a brief moment to speak, the man who never had any issues being forward, bold or direct, who always carried a mask like it was a part of his very features.

❝   I regret being unable to save him, unable to see the warning signs                   and being unable to be there when he needed me the most.                                      I resent my very existence for it. I watched him die,                                                                                   when I could have saved him.