#Snips Speaks

[raikirikiri]

missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

———

AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

[definitelynotshouting]

[waking bolt upright mid-hgcz] II FORGOT TO FEED THE SCARIANERS

[butchdiaz]

please mom i dont wanna go to work i just wanna write fleabag au forever

[snippity]

moving soon, hoping to clear out some of my leftover artist alley merch! rbs appreciated

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[mantisgodsdomain]

Fandom: Bug Fables. Whumptober Day 14 fill (WIP, complete snip from partially incomplete work)

Bugs were sent out to the other Kingdoms, and different bugs came back- solitary wasps, followed by a handful of bee guards, followed by ants. The more Jayde stayed, the more their unquestioning loyalty towards the King made her shell crawl like larvae were starting to hatch beneath it. It unnerved her that things could get like this so quickly- that no one even mentioned the Queen anymore, even after months with no sign of her, even as the nursery went silent. There were no eggs anymore, no larvae - Jayde didn't know if there was anyone to teach the wrigglers, or if the position had gone unfilled. There were less cleaners around every day, less maintenance workers, more soldiers and enforcers.

Something was wrong. She didn't even know what to call it, anymore- it felt like the world had suddenly been thrown off balance, like she'd been thrown into a different universe where everything was half an inch to the left, and the hive sent bugs out south to raid instead of sending people to bolster the walls. Every month, it felt like more wasps were gone, their places taken with strangers who took their stations with unwavering loyalty. Every month, there was more awakened meat brought to her stew pot.

The kingdom was... she didn't know what to call it.

It felt like walking down the stairs only to have your leg plummet through a rotten step. She knew less faces at the table with each raid. It was like coming home to someone else's family, scents she didn't know perking up at her approach like they were friends, and not strangers. Ants sat at the fresh recruit table where only a handful of young wasps remained, a ladybug she'd never met before staffed the clinic when the last handful of wasp medics vanished, a clay-shelled mantis took the place where a general had sat just last month.

And it felt like no one noticed.

She felt like she was going insane. There were gaps in the colony, gaping wounds where people had once been, but no one would acknowledge it. The colony just kept marching down some unknowable road, possessed by what she could only think to call a form of madness. There had to be funerals, rites for the dead, at least something to acknowledge that something had happened- but nothing did.

Like every bug in the colony had just forgotten the people who had died.

Keep your head down. Don't attract attention. Don't be one of the people who goes missing, too

[maenecoon]

hi guys, mini life update;;

i was pretty busy the past few months bc i needed to pack for college + get a driving license, both of which i've done! 🎉 but that said, i might be taking a longer hiatus (from posting fics) bc i'm about to start college !! so fking nervous but ey, the only constant in life is change and all that stuff

ngl, even though i haven't been posting, i've still been working on a bunch of kimchay ideas, namely the bdsm au (chapters 5/6, because they're twins and i'm still fine tuning it, lol sorry it's taking a while). also a kimchaywik threesome and possibly a guitar tutor kim/student chay corruption fic. all of which are at least at 3k words each and are begging for me to finish them, lmao. so. i promise there are things Going,, it's just taking me a while to get around to completing them bc life is insanely busy rn.

anyways! thanks for being patient and kind and supportive 💞 i'll be back to posting possibly late sept or early oct! take care and have a lovely time~

[the---hermit]

Jorge what the fuck how dare you imply that we'll see Argos in the wisdom saga I CAN'T DEAL WITH THE FEELINGS

[king0fcrows]

Screaming over all the challenges to the narrative in the newest IWTV episode

I love that Lestat walks onto the stage with the intent to remain stone cold as he condemns Louis and Claudia--and instead leaves psychologically wrecked and guilty (he's literally swaying back and forth in the background as Louis and Claudia are sentenced)

Love that Louis' memory is reinforced as less and less reliable with every episode (that shot of him dragging pre-transformed Claudia's body like a rag doll, like a toy? goddamn.)

Love that Daniel is trying to call Armand (my poor wet meow meow, who has never done anything wrong in his life) on his lying bullshit in front of Louis

[jichanxo]

(late) sunday six

thanks for the tag @passthroughtime and @overdevelopedglasses! not gonna tag anybody because i'm late to the party as is :P i've mentioned sensei au/fic a lot in passing but i think this is the first time i'm actually talking about it properly in a text post as opposed to like, tags on my art... anyway, it goes without saying that this has lost judgment spoilers. part of the premise for this fic is that kitakata never becomes kuwana because he only barely manages to fix everything at the last possible moment. mitsuru lives, but only because he gets lucky. something like that. the main fic takes place long after this, but i recently had a go at trying to write mitsuru and kitakata on the roof together, since it's obviously integral to kitakata's character even if mitsuru doesn't fall into a coma. i'm still feeling it out, but it's been an interesting one. very different from what i'm used to. but also cathartic in some ways.

anyway here's an excerpt. putting another warning here for lost judgment spoilers and mentions of suicide.

Kusumoto looked away, sat up. He didn’t really seem to care that Kitakata was there, aside from the knowledge that he couldn’t do anything rash with him here, which he resented.

He wiped at his chin, his eyes, but the movements were clumsy, and he couldn’t clean himself off properly. His hair was still a mess, though he’d tried to make it presentable again. Kitakata suddenly wished he had a handkerchief in his pocket instead of a packet of cigarettes.

“I’m not going to kill myself, Sensei. You can leave if you want.”

He wanted to relieve Kitakata of any responsibility to be here. He thought Kitakata was only doing any of this to cover his own ass.

Kitakata hadn’t given him any reason to believe otherwise.

“Oh, well.” He fished for the first excuse that came to mind. “Haven’t had my smoke yet.”

He pulled one out, took his time lighting it. It’d buy him some time. It didn’t matter what Kusumoto thought of him, and he wouldn’t delude himself to expect that he might think that Kitakata was here because he wanted to be. It wasn’t entirely untrue, after all, that he was just trying to cover his ass. He’d made a mistake, and he was desperate to fix it.

He took a drag. Exhaled. Looked to Kusumoto.

“Do you mean it?” He asked.

“Mean what?” Kusumoto mumbled.

“When you said you weren’t going to kill yourself.”

[faroresson]

So @paddooo and I started watching Blue Jacket and we noticed something funny about Rebecca... also obligatory Reference To Arsene (the persona) because I'm unfunny. I have to do a goemon&yusuke version too at some point

[transredguy]

my hair is too long to be a mullet neow nd its drivin me crazy but im officially scared of hairdressers Forever and Always .

im about to make a very bad decision

[definitelynotshouting]

If you want a scarian kiss writing request, could you do back kisses while preening? 👉👈🥺

Friend i hope u know this singlehandedly spurred me to finish the 2.5k fic im posting when i wake up in a few hours >:] funnily enough it already had preening in it, so it was super easy to slip in some back kisses too<3

Anyway check back on my acct in like uhhhhh 7-8 hours and you will see your request fulfilled 😂😂😂😂 cheers!! :D

[snippity]

I'm making a Samjo acrylic shaker charm and you can get one too! Since this is primarily for myself, I'm only doing a single print run of these.

Preorders are open from now until 6 May at https://snippity.bigcartel.com/.

EDIT: Charms have been shipped! Thank you for ordering from me!

[mantisgodsdomain]

[sadiecoocoo]

Here’s some stuff with my new cat

[redeyye]

the mean girls musical movie is giving me a newfound appreciation for the broadway version. and I didn't even like the broadway version