#imsical

[crazyunsexycool]

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I imagine Lottie would do this. 😂

We are sharing a brain today!

This is the exact video I was thinking about!! 😂😂😂

[sharkfinx]

officer worker kisame..? yes... have this.. 

[musaics]

❝ want to come pick fresh strawberries with me? ❞ .. Says @imsical​‘s Gaara to Kentaro, selected from Summer Fun Prompts!

“Huh? Uh, yeah, totally!” Cue Kentaro immediately standing out of excitement and noisily knocking over the chair he’d been seated in inside Gaara’s office.  Oops.  “Sorry ‘bout that.”  Delicately, he replaces the chair into its correct position. 

..Before immediately bounding off for the door so he can swing it (almost off its hinges) open for the Kazekage to step through.  He’s way too excited.  But less excited than he would be if he knew Gaara was asking him to hang out as a friend and not to act as a bodyguard. Yes, Kentaro thinks Gaara wants him to act as a bodyguard while the Kazekage picks strawberries.  Yes, a guard for strawberry picking. 

Kentaro thought it was silly, but who was he to question his super-awesome leader? 

“So, uh, Kazeka-great,” He begins, grinning that angry-looking grin of his.  “What rank o’mission does this count as? Protecting the Kazekage is super high, right? Like s-rank or somethin’?”

[ironharvests]

♡ + gaahaku 🤧

SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

Who is the most affectionate?

haku! always and forever. for gaara's sanity, all affection is kept behind closed doors. haku enjoys kissing gaara's scar ( if allowed ), kissing his knuckles, the inside of his wrist, and running their fingers up the nape of his neck.

Who initiates the handholding?

haku, probably. it's a physical reminder that gaara is loved, even when he is too busy to engage verbally or take his eyes away from his paperwork.

Who worries more for the other?

lol neither of them worries. well, maybe gaara worries a little when haku forgets their desert gear. the heat could kill them in half the time it would kill the average person.

Who is more likely to ask for help?

haku, probably, but only if it's for something small, like asking gaara to grab something while he's out. gaara is very busy. haku doesn't bother him with unnecessary things.

Who is the one always losing the keys?

neither. unless gaara loses things when he's tired. then, it's gaara.

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

haku! there are little letters tucked around gaara's home and office that haku most definitely broke in to hide everywhere.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

neither, unless gaara finds sleeping with them comforting.

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

neither. gaara is the kazekage, and haku is a traveler without a home.

Who introduced the other to their family first?

hm. probably gaara, just because he has more family to be introduced to.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

gaara. he runs a hand through haku's hair when he can't sleep, on the rare occasion that haku sleeps over.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

gaara's assistants lol. or haku, because they eat a lot anyway.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

haku. there are no ( er, sort of ) political repercussions for defending gaara's name, whereas if the kazekage smashed a rude person into jam there might be a scandal. but in general, they don't really need to defend each other.

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

haku, but they are mild surprises. gaara doesn't strike me as a surprise guy.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

haku. it's a silly inside joke that haku only busts out for inconsequential promises, like "promise you won't watch the rest of the bachelor without me again."

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

gaara.

[shnobiway]

   a cackle is all that escapes from the swordsmen his face deriving into a sneer but not at the fact he should take heed of his leaders threats,  but because he has seen her in action. seen her take many life for the sake of their freedom & village. he knows more about the way she will act on these threats if necessary will go. he stares off through the window upon the sheets of mist that enveloped the village in mystery, what lay beneath that mist. “ she is pretty serious, no ? “ he said with the grin of a demon, “ though doubt you were brought here to chat about the mizukage. but this should go without saying that you’re more then likely going to to kill someone.” and it could very well be someone that he could care about there was a level of concern that can be had with how simple and calmly he uttered those words. without so much as a care. how could he when he’s killed so many friends, former shinobi in arms, innocents. there was a level of regret he did feel to this day, but there was a part of him that reveled in the blood he shed.  while personally not knowing a single thing about chojuro or his upbringing, he looked like a child sitting before katashi.  “  maybe even a village? while the mizukage has done her best to change the ways our village runs in, the seven ninja swordsmen remain second in power to only the mizukage.  “ their were kirigkaures dogs of war who answer when called for no questions asked. or was this an idea of the past that he has yet to shake? after all the civil war has only ended politically, while the battle still raged on to clean out the corruption that the fourth, yagura had sown. he was still adjusting to life after the third shinobi war yet finding solace in the hunter-nin again. to fighting a civil war in the streets they all grew up in and probably played on. kids still played in kiri how unlikely it was as to games like tag, or hide ‘n seek. sure maybe but it held a darker meaning. they grew up strong.   “ there were others who before you who abandoned their duty to this village so i will be the first to state, these blades belongs to the village in word only, but it’s rightful owners are that of the seven ninja swordsmen so try not to run off on us eh? but, my name is katashi isamu, wielder of the kiba fangs. so hey it’s uh nice to meet ‘ya kid “

[kyousei-archive]

     ❝Don’t play a fool.❞

     Yagura sees more than he lets on; he is an observant person when not set to fire with hairpin triggers and disrespect. All he’s done to curb Kirigakure’s history into the shadows is not forgotten when he speaks to Chojuro. This is to be Mei’s choice for succession? The man can hardly speak without avoiding eye contact, or shifting his weight like he was trying to decide where to place his nerves. -- But, it is no longer Yagura’s place to form opinions. Not when the world has changed from underneath him.

     ❝There is always more to be done, feigning ignorance or apathy will get you nowhere. Maintaining whatever status quo is left to you will only turn you into a lapdog.❞

     He supposes Chojuro hadn’t asked for such brutal honesty, but a sour aftertaste had settled in his mouth with the answer he’d received. What else is there? Should he make a to-do list for the Mizukage-to-be? Yagura clicks his tongue with a narrowed stare that would send even the most hardened warriors to their knees. ❝Unless you’re planning to be overthrown, I suggest you find out what else you consider important.❞

          // @imsical​ // chojuro // x

[kxmorebi]

"— So you're telling me that you, the tree guy, don't like plants? Interesting, very interesting." / from ibiki and he's a menace lol

“I like plants just fine!” he insists. Plants are lovely, really. They provide a wonderful atmosphere and do much good for the environment. He just doesn’t find them that interesting. Yamato does not jump for joy when he hears about plants. He doesn’t ask people what their favorite plant is. 

What’s it to Ibiki if he is not obsessed? It’s not like he’d had any say in ending up with the Mokuton. Now he’s supposed to adhere to some stereotype? Not fair. 

“I’m just not much of a plant keeper...a- a- botanist or something of the like.” 

[loveoaths]

@imsical​ gets a starter for chojuro !  ( starter call. )

❛    Chojuro-kun, please do not take this the wrong way, but I am glad you came shopping with me today. Your image needs some work. You are too handsome to dress like a depressed assistant nurse.     ❜  haku waits until the store employee is distracted, then makes quick work of the ink tag and price tag on the fancy new boots and clothes in their arms. they toss the ink tag in a passing old woman’s purse, then press the clothes against chojuro’s chest and gently ( but firmly ) guide chojuro to the nearest dressing room. 

❛     Try that outfit on. I have a good feeling about it !    ❜

[homefronttmoved]

it’s  not  so  much  as  kanna  asking  for  help  as  her  personally  delivering  a  summon  that  involves  another  mission.      kanna never really went on a mission with itachi before.  she’s always with ki - chan and yuugao,  like it’s the simplest law of the land.  she has carved herself a niche in that specific group and she never really expected to be assigned a mission without her usual team    (  or family,  if kanna’s feeling extremely sentimental  ).  but kanna is not one to shy away from a challenge...  even if this one is not as climactic as she would like for it to be. 

          “   A SUMMON,  SENPAI.   “      she hands the scroll over to him just to show the contents of the summon.  truth be told,  the past few days have been quite  SILENT  for kanna.  yuugao had been summoned on a high - profile mission with several other ANBU members of higher rank,  and ki - chan is on another squad as well.  she feels as though she’s left behind for a bit,  not until this mission came of course. 

          oh,  and before she forgets,      “   i prefer  kanna - chan,  by the way.   “      she adds.  there really is no explanation as to why she prefers to be called that way...  she just does.  the same way kiji would prefer to be called ki - chan.  it’s not this way before,  but somehow...  the preference rubbed off on kanna before she could even realize.      \      @imsical​.  kanna & itachi.  continued from here. 

[copycaat]

“ i didn’t kill them. honest.”

        @imsical  //  itachi <3   We have bad dreams the night he rolls in

          Kakashi takes in the scene: 

     Itachi, wide eyed, covered in blood. None of it seems to be his own, and the look on his face might be an attempt at earnestness-- or he’s in some kind of mild shock. It’s a little hard to tell, the kid’s never really been expressive. 

     Several bodies on the floor. It’s hard to count how many at first glance because some of them seem to be in several pieces, but his best guess is five or six adults. 

     “It certainly looks suspicious,” he replies dryly, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping further into the cold room, careful not to slip in the pooling blood. But he’s worked with Itachi a long time, had a hand in training him, and knows this in his bones-- this is not his style. 

     Senseless violence has never been his thing, and that’s what this appears to be. There’s nothing really valuable here, they weren’t sent to eliminate anyone. Kakashi can only hope that if Danzo had given the younger boy an assignment, Itachi would have either told him about it or not gotten caught. That doesn’t even begin to address the practical aspects: Itachi carries a short blade, and while it’s certainly possible for him to have cut so many people into little pieces, such a slaughter is more characteristic of someone with a larger sword and more upper body strength. 

          A duller sword, too, if the ragged edges of some of the slices are anything to go by. 

     He tips his head, uncrossing his arms and holding his hands palm-open off to his sides. It might come off as a meaningless gesture-- he’s far from unarmed, and even if he was, a shinobi’s body is a weapon just as much as any blade-- but he hopes the sentiment is obvious. He isn’t going to hurt him, and he isn’t hurling any accusations either. He just seems mildly curious, perhaps a little concerned. Itachi looks dead on his feet. 

     “Are you alright?” Kakashi asks, tone even. He doesn’t reach out to steady him-- he won’t touch him until he has his permission to do so, unless the kid starts to fall over. “Do you know anything about what happened?”

[tsuyokuma]

+ @imsical​ asks:

     ❝  steal my shit and get hit . ❞ / from tsunade lmao

—    A MESS OF DISCORD RP QUOTES.

            Mayu had snuck up on her without much of a plan, only a pinch of luck and an agile arm to depend on—clearly not the wisest approach when Tsunade quickly noticed her. She swiftly stood up straight upon her expressed acknowledgement, tightly crossed arms as she resigned her attempt.  ❝  hm , fair enough.  ❞, she couldn’t argue with that statement. It was best not to antagonize someone of her caliber. Besides, from her brief time in Konoha she knew that her ‘hits’ were beyond ordinary, this wasn’t a fight she would hope to get roped into. 

            ❝  ... and here i was plannin’ t’get an autograph. whatever.  ❞ Frankly she wasn’t, her boldfaced lie was only a poor cover up—however her true intentions, her true motive made itself known beyond her control; the loud growl churning in her empty stomach. Mayu hadn’t eaten that entire afternoon and now it was audible enough to be heard between the two women.

[peepingtoad]

||—@imsical cont. {x}

And  there  it  was.  Their  cruel  little  games  have  begun  once  again  –  and  right  on  time:  four  and  a  half-empty  bottles  of  sake  on  time,  to  be  precise.  An  automatic  smile  bloomed  in  the  corner  of  her  lips  as  she  rose  the  cup  held  on  firmly  to  take  an  elegant  sip  –  too  elegant,  in  fact,  a  trained  movement  that  didn't  quite  fit  her  silhouette  so  much  as  it  estranged  it.  "—  Oh,  and  so  I've  heard..."  The  words  stumbled  out  slowly  of  Tsunade's  flavored  mouth,  provokingly  –  challenging.

"—  Though,  my  memory  fails  me–  When  was  the  last  time  you  stuck  around  long  enough  not  to  become  forgettable?"  Just  a  ghost  face  in  the  back  of  her  head,  the  phantom feeling  of  a  long  forgotten  touches  that'd  give  her  goosebumps  now  and  then  –  an  annoying  way  to  live,  truly.  "—  Not  that  I'm  opposed  to  it–  fucking  off."  She  would've  kept  it  that  way,  wasn't  it  for  the  very  man  sitting  on  the  other  side  of  the  table.

Well, ouch.

He probably should have known better than to make a comment like that, even in jest. Ordinarily, a past like theirs would deter anyone from doing so, but Jiraiya wasn’t always the best at taking hints—or learning lessons, for that matter. It was only lucky that the night’s libations had rendered him more languid than argumentative, although that wouldn’t stop him from remaining irritatingly neutral about it all.

"Well, that’s comforting to know. I’d just hate to think you’ve been pining for me all this time—” Unlike me—“But forgettable, you say? Well, that’s good. Very good.” It was also a big fat lie, he knew that for a fact. But that wasn’t something that needed to be brought into the light. When they were both this toasted, who knew what manner of disaster would unfold if he was to jab too hard, or too close to tender spots. Even so, he huffed softly at those obvious double standards at play. “Then we’re on the same page. You think I wanted to come back here and face the old man? No way.”

He ignored how stiffly and formally Tsunade’s posture had become, that poise of hers warning him of potential strikes from a sharp tongue to follow, and continued to slouch casually over the table with his elbows planted on the sticky surface, swirling his sake around idly in the cup.

“Sometimes though... you just gotta recognise when you’re needed, and try to do good by people—the few that’re still left to need you, that is. And right now..?” It was at this moment that he fixed upon her a gaze that was somehow both stony and warm at the same time. Stubborn, but with the distinct indication he may yield, in that way only a man madly in love inevitably would. “I need you, Tsuna. You’re the only one that can make sure nobody stands between me and what I need to do. I’m sorry.”

[ironharvests]

oh okay i get it now! ship bias for utakata and shizuma lmao sorry i'm a mess

i answered utakata earlier, so here’s shizuma:

shizuma/buntan: wrow....... let me just say........ i truly think noah and i crafted a fucked up little love story with these two. shizuma is deeply in love with buntan. their relationship is kinda toxic but they love it! they have matching stab wounds and they touch each other’s scars lovingly! they’re mean to each other! but they’re also obsessed with each other! haku considers buntan part of their family which makes her betrayal hurt so good! she is integral to who shizuma is as a person and i adore them. like damn, is this what true love is?

non-romantically, i like every relationship where shizuma is manipulating people. canonically he’s a shithead, so seeing him use that and working with writers who allow him to be shitty has been a breath of fresh air. i can’t wait for more of these.

obviously shizuma/the new seven goes here. you can’t tell me it hasn’t happened probably.

i would love more shizuma ships tbh. the guy’s a real piece of work.

[kyousei-archive]

     @imsical​ sᴀɪᴅ: "— And how is the life at the temple?" The question held no secret meaning other than genuine interest. It was rare the times Gaara would meet with the creature that once haunted him – and perhaps still did, in his past, in the memories he could not forget. "— Is freedom everything you thought it'd be?" / from gaara to shukaku! // unprompted

     ❝--Tch.❞

     Gaara still looks like a spec compared to the massive Bijuu that filled the space of its temple, larger in person than in the confines of the Kazekage’s mind where so many of their conversations had taken place. This is different, Shukaku thinks. Different, but not wholly unenjoyable.

     Opinions of each other had changed drastically in the midst of war. Shukaku, the demon sand priest, the scourge of the the desert, the monster tanuki of legend who cared none for the human lives it took during its rampages, had been lulled into compliance and friendship by a man the village had thought was better off dead. A child Shukaku wouldn’t have minded crushing under its thumb had turned into quite the leader, hadn’t he? Bunpuku would be proud -- of them both.

     ❝’S quiet,❞ the creature finally admits, its tail swishing casually. ❝Better'n bein’ stuck with you all the time.❞ There’s a snort of wind embedded with hints of chakra; its enough to toss Gaara’s hair into even worse of a mess than it already was.

     ❝Still waitin’ on that drink you promised me.❞

[kahenn]

► ibiki demands she says a bad word bc he's like 10yo around her 👁👄👁

(  Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey. )

"What? You're not even going to demand specifics?" she's going to say the lightest one, because she has to be contrary, "...well, damn..."

[peacharchivedtm]

imsical-deactivated20210729 asked: "— I don't think my mother will agree with me stealing baby pictures of Sasuke for you, Karin..." / from itachi!! miss u peaches, xoxo♥

“ oh , come on itachi, pleasseeeeee? ” she drags it out as she leans into him, shoulder bumping against his arm and looks up at him with wide eyes , blinking rapidly. “ it wouldn’t be like -- too much , just a few. ” for her own personal records of sasuke , of course ! “ i just want to blackmail him just a little bit. you’re seriously not going to let me blackmail your brother ? it’s just innocent team bonding! ”