#Shikari

[artverso]

Shikari - Starfire

[creepa-b0t-inc]

@grimmpheonix let me have their Dog Shrine boss, so bam, here you go

I renamed em Tachi, because that's the name of the font I found AND tachi is a word that can be used to refer to karate moves

(also featuring cameos from @mercair's Shikari and @booripley's Blanca-Chan)

[goo-dripley-art]

every time i see the creepa secret boss masterpost it always looks like hero's about to get Conked, had to draw it lol

(shikari by @mercair, hero sprite by @creepa-b0t-inc)

[mercair]

I just think the lost media brothers would be the only ones to get along with Umbra, ok? ok

Just two drawing i made of Umbra getting along with this two deathheads.

Umbra by @/funnyskelly

sakriss is brushing her hair btw, in case you couldn't tell lol

[uchihashisuii]

late night. | Shisui/OFC

surprise, bitch Shisui/Akari drabble from a request on twitter<3

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Returning to the village late at night from a too-long mission is cathartic, in its own way. Even with exhaustion burrowing deep down to his bones until he can feel the weight of every breath, the struggle to put one foot in front of the other rather than risk a sloppy shunshin. It’s almost worth it, with the streets quiet enough that all Shisui can hear is his own breathing; a blanket of calm permeates the air, indolent, as the handful of jonin meandering from rooftop to rooftop give him a quick nod as he passes. Late enough that it could be considered morning, quiet enough it feels like a dream.

He doesn’t have to worry about questions dogging his heels from other nin, doesn’t have to stop and smile and promise his aunty he’ll be there for dinner later in the week (he will, always). All Shisui has to think about is ducking his head into the Hokage’s office, giving a quick report that he was successful on his mission, and then he can fall into bed and sleep for about twenty hours. He’ll have a proper write-up tomorrow, when he can see straight and jumpstart his brain into working once again. For now, he drags his feet homeward, desperate enough for the familiar sight and smell and feel of hearth and home that he can practically taste it.

He doesn’t bother locking the door, not in a village like this. Leans against the wall as he toes off his sandals, fingers tugging lazily at his holster until he can pull it over his head and drop the worn leather on the kitchen table. Remnants of earlier inhabitants occupy every corner; a stack of dishes litter the sink, a half dozen kunai spread across the tabletop to wink in the moonlight that spills from the open window. A forgotten book, cover a deep red and spine well-worn. Shisui cocks a brow at that, wonders briefly what could have possibly occurred that had Akari strolling down memory lane. Considers it for a moment, with scarred fingers that drag softly, lovingly, across the top; lifting it open for a moment, smiling at the sight of messages and letters passed, a single pressed flower sticking out between two worn pages. Remembers belatedly from his still-weary mind that she sleeps nearby, close enough to touch. 

The book is forgotten as he moves down the hall on muscle memory alone, shadows pulling at his every footfall. The bedroom door is already open when he steps inside, and even in the dark of night still he can see her splayed across the mattress, blankets tangled around bare legs and hair an utter mess. His smile turns tender as he watches her breathe, eyes not once leaving her face as he plucks at his clothes and tosses them somewhere in the vicinity of the hamper - she’ll grouse about it in the morning, but for now he needs her in his arms nearly desperately. 

Shisui takes his place at her side, selfishly burrowing above her. Arm across her stomach until he can curve a palm over her hip, nose buried in the crook of her neck; his eyes fall shut even as Akari goes still the moment he touches her, wide awake the moment she feels him. He doesn’t care if he woke her up, doesn’t care that his hands are cold and that she’s already whispering his name in that exasperated huff, sleep still clinging to her with lazy hands. She grumbles in his direction, rolling over until he’s pressed to her chest, hand coming up to tangle in his riot of curls. Her eyes are still closed, small pinch between her brows; he doesn't have to see her face to know, and he smiles into the kiss he presses, whisper-soft, to the line of her jaw.

She’s warm, enveloping him in her errant affection as their legs tangle together. Her heart beats steady and sure beneath his ear, and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. 

“You’re late,” Akari whispers into the quiet, voice low and rough from disuse. She lifts a hand to ruffle her hair, leans down to kiss his forehead but misses and lands her mouth somewhere beside an eyebrow instead, all affection and no bite.

“Only a little,” he argues, half-heartedly. Feels her soft scoff that pushes her breast further into his skin and he could die a happy man, right here and right now. 

Death is cruel indeed, when Akari shifts until he’s no longer cradled in her arms. Shisui pouts hard enough he’s certain she can hear it, laying flat on his back as she leans above him on an elbow, hair fluffed out around her ears and a frown twisting her mouth.

“Two weeks, that’s what you said.” Her tone makes him fidget, glancing away from the smudged shadows lingering beneath her eyes to instead look to where her hand in clenched into a fist on the pillow. Part of him wants to crack wise about a worried girlfriend left at home, another part almost wants to assure her that hey - they’re shinobi. Par for the course in the uncertainty of their lives; shit happens, missions go long. He knows that’ll earn him a swift kick to the shin and a potentially cold night spent alone on the couch, so he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Biggest part of him wants to pull her down to his chest, ignore her words and her grousing that he loves so much because he’s here in bed with her; he’s home and she’s here and she smells nice and feels nice and holy fuck he’s tired.

He does none of that. Instead he tilts his head, mouth curved into a pout as he looks up at her. Feels like he’s kicking a foot in the dirt, hand caught in the cookie jar. “I know what I -”

“It’s been five.”

His sigh is heavy enough to drown him. “I’m sorry, you know I couldn’t get word out or -”

His world darkens further. Hands cup his cheeks as a weight falls over him. Akari shifts, quick as the seasoned ANBU she is, to straddle his hips and hold him like he’s something precious. She breathes him in, and kisses his words as they come. “Welcome home,” she whispers into his mouth, lips brushing softly over his.

Shisui’s breath comes out in a gust, muscles relaxing until he sinks further into the mattress. He brings his hands up to grip her hips, dragging her down until he can swallow all of her complaints. “Good to be back.”

[ralk-is-peeved]

I drew

I drew @mercair's menagerie for no particular reason, enjoy

[im-s0rry]

i'm deeply sorry.

I'm only gonna tag @mercair , I'll put the characters in the tags and credit people for their bosses later when I'm not tired. Sorry. . .

[hattyhatterson]

the mipys

shikari and bonslick by @mercair

[glitch-the-artist]

Shikari bully’s Bluny, the movie.

shikari is owned by: @mercair

[misskrislol]

dress

Mandatory @mercair tag even tho it’s already on twitter

[tonightto3ternity]

Shikari - Robot Wars

All hail to SHIKARI, all hail to ROBOT WARS

might be one of the best screamo songs in general :3

[artverso]

Shikari - Rogue

[creepa-b0t-inc]

Been spriting Mercair's bosses in their honor, and for fun

I'm also still a huge fan of Bonslick

[eeveedee]

I think I finally found a design I like for Shikari

I gave her extra arms to look more bug like

[mercair]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Happy new year everybody! This year sure was a lot of fun to me.

I've been a part of this comunnity for a VERY long time, and this year felt like all of my original work finally got recognized. Sure, i made some cool stuff before, but this year just felt a lot more special, you know? Anyways i've never been good with words. The point is; Thank you!

Oh also i made this! A little mashup of drawings that i was making just for the fun of it but then i turned into a new year special because it was the only thing i had! It's a lot.

Do you recognize every character that's in here? If that's so then CONGRATULATIONS! You're a nerd :D

Allow me to put the credits for every character in here.

Petaly by Jas

Flaurel by Bep_Celeste

Ind-E by @sepsis-tank

Outdraw by @ralk-is-peeved

Unnamed cat creature by Yuki (I just think they're neat!)

Roti by @followerex

Slush-E by @4444pi

Min-E by @l1zardart1stre

Bluny The Ghost by @glitch-the-artist

Flowlezz by https://www.tumblr.com/flower-guy

I forgot the names of the other ones but those were made by mercair i think.

Anyways, i hope you had a good year, and f you didn't, don't worry! I'm sure the next one will be a lot better.

Goodnight.

[uchihashisuii]

conflicting loyalties. | Shisui/OFC

whats up gamers its me, ya boi. back at it with Shisui and Akari nonsense, this time to fill a twitter request for “a kiss in another world”

im much more active on my twitter than on tumblr if you wanna come hang out<3

anyway genshin au go brrrrr i might be insane actually. shogunate samurai akari and resistance captain shisui imagine if i knew what i was DOING

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The rain is relentless on Yashiori. The storms a constant companion, flashes of lightning threatening to blind as Akari chances a moment of respite, head tilted back to gaze at the dismal sky until rain pours down her face like tears. Thunder rumbles deep in her bones, hand tightening sharply on her katana as she flicks the weapon sharply out to her side, blade stained red with the blood of rebellion. Lightning flashes on her steel, reminding her once more that the Shogun is Inazuma, omniscient gaze following her loyal soldiers even so far from the walls of Tenshukaku. She tries not to focus too hard on the sheer weight of it, uncomfortable and cloying and why is she questioning herself here, now?

It's a truth as bitter as any pill. She knows why her heart hesitates, even if her hands do not. The skirmish carries on around her, bloody and loud and nowhere near as glorious as these hotblooded sons of farmers probably expected it would be. There's no glory to be found as they fight the Vision hunters, outmanned and outskilled as they are. Akari can appreciate the conviction they so clearly possess, even in something as blasphemous as standing against the Almighty Shogun.

Yet surety in one's cause does not a victory bring. They're being slaughtered all the same.

A blur of movement on her right sends a sense of alarm skittering up her spine. Akari blinks the rain from her eyes and takes to a readied stance once more, hand steady on the hilt of her katana and body refusing to buckle beneath the weight of what might just be shame.

He's fast. He'd always been fast. When they were children, running along the beaches and kicking up sand. Chasing waves and dreams, together always. Even through the storm, even after years, she recognizes him all the same. Shisui cuts across the two soldiers that flank her, throats slit before they'd even noticed the danger. They fall to their knees and Akari feels her temper rise, face-to-face with her now-enemy.

In the flash of lightning, she thinks his eyes might be red.

Steel rings against steel, too loud in her ears. The force of his attack makes her teeth rattle in her skull when she blocks, his entire weight thrown against her arm. Yet still Akari bares her teeth, gaining ground with a forceful shove to unsteady him in the sand. Shisui smirks, familiar with her tricks, and pivots to the side. The reminder of their shared and then broken past rises to the surface, a lash of pain across her heart that she does her damnedest to ignore. Knows that she fails, when she sees the mirror of agony break through his expression, mirrored back at her in his dark and lovely eyes.

How they always end up here is a mystery. One Akari refuses to solve. Opposite sides, equally skilled; they find one another on the battlefield and no matter the victor they always limp away. Their blades meet and he gains the upper hand, or she does, and somewhere along the way they devolve into weapons tossed aside in favor of bare knuckles and anger spit between clenched and bloodied teeth. Akari knows him far too well, Shisui sees all that she is and once was; it could end in no other way.

As such it doesn't surprise her when the blade of his sword cracks, his eyes widening for a split second before he aims a kick at her knee, taking away her balance before she has a chance to raise her sword and finish it -

(Would she, even if he hadn't? She knows the answer, refuses to name what it means.)

- and this his Vision blazes proudly to life, a hurried heat of pyro curling protectively around him like a shroud of molten fury, allowing him the time to find his footing. Akari snarls her fury, tossing her katana to the side -foolish, stupid; she'll always meet him on equal ground- and summons the call of lightning to her fingertips, electro Vision proudly hung at her shoulder pulsing in time with the storm.

Her breath comes heavy, annoyance boiling her blood. Shisui, infuriating fucking Shisui, merely smirks at her, rolling his shoulder back and taking the provided opportunity to catch his breath. He knows, they both know - if they meet head-on like this it ends disastrously for both of them, for everyone around them on the battlefield. Their gifted elements at odds with one another, to such a grand and catastrophic end. Akari's throat burns from the sheer rage behind her yell, hands clenching into fists as she sends the lightning gathered around her hands into the sky.

She can hear him laughing, over the din of the skirmish that still, impossibly,m continues around them. He knows they're at an impasse again, the pressure on the shoulders of a Shogunate samurai nigh impossible to bear why cant he shut up for five bloody minutes -

Akari passes through the fire before she'd even considered making such a move. It startles her just as much as it does Shisui, who stares at her with naked incredulity as he rocks back a step. The pyro dies around him, sentimental idiot that he is, and not a lick of flame touches her. She's almost rocked by such an observation, but frustration ultimately wins out.

His breath leaves him in a gust, the shock of her armored knee in his stomach enough to have his legs crumpling beneath him. Akari's grin is victorious, and not a moment is wasted as she follows him to the churned up sand and dirt. Her knees bracket his waist, hands at either side of his face. Shisui blinks, confounded at how she'd gotten him on his back, yet makes not a move against her.

She blocks the rain, and he gazes up at her unabashed with unblinking eyes. Even Akari can see the affection that still swirls within him, the agony of knowing it remains within her, too, enough to make her resolve shake. Not break, not buckle; but even through everything she mourns everything that was and what could have been.

Shisui opens his mouth to speak, but she doesn't give him the chance. Akari leans down and steals his words with her mouth, fingers raking through the sand at the first taste of him. It's familiar, and comfortable; he relaxes beneath her, hands coming up to cradle her hips with the softest sigh that she feels more than hears. His mouth is slick from rain and blood, and he feels nearly feverish from that bone-deep heat inherent in all pyro users. The sound that escapes her throat is nearly desperate, and in a moment of pure weakness she follows the press of his hands until he sits to full height, her dirtied and bruised hands fisting into a riot of curls.

A Shogunate samurai perches in the lap of a Resistance captain, beneath the ever-present storms of Yashiori. Akari presses her chest flush to Shisui's, and doesn't move away. The heat of his mouth is welcome, filling every craving she hasn't admitted to possessing. He still feels like home, and despite tasting of blood still she licks into his mouth, giving him her breath and taking what he offers in turn.