#seineijashu

[pricetobepaid]

if he says it out loud, then he’s going to have to hear what it is. And he’s not going to like who he is when he hears it. 

Gifted to: @seineijashu

(insp.)

[dissociaticn]

seineijashu asked: ❥✗☾❣♆♥

idk some headcanon meme // not accepting // @seineijashu​

❥ : Describe a verbal way they would express complete trust.

"I have you.” Because it goes both ways.

✗ : Explain how they portray feelings of hostility or dislike

On the surface, Kabuto remains very level-headed when dealing with those he dislikes or hates. His go-to is to clench his jaw and smiles while secretly fantasizing about their demise. As a spy his personal feelings towards others don’t matter so it’s very hard to catch him letting the mask slip unless he wants you to. But that doesn’t mean he’ll forget your discretion either. Kabuto is an incredibly petty, jealous person who will put you on his kill list without a second thought. You may not die today or tomorrow but one day when you’ve long forgotten how you pissed him off Yakushi Kabuto will orchestrate a very tragic accident. So I guess to answer the question Kabuto deals with feelings of dislike by murder.

☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?

Bold of you to assume Kabuto sleeps. Depends. Sometimes he can be found sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on tea or coffee. Other times he’ll be with Orochimaru entangled in the sheets and afterglow. In canon he might go down to the labs and putter around with menial tasks. He uses the time to let his mind wander and think about anything from petty grievances to complex problems. In modern he can be spotted reading medical journals and making notes. You’ll never find him doing nothing. 

❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.

If you pre-empt what he needs, even if it’s in a small way. He’s not used to be people stepping in and being reliable. Kabuto has a very ‘do everything yourself’ mentality. The hardest part is probably getting him to allow you to be decisive. Most people don’t get far enough for him to trust them to do a good job.

♆ : Are they prone to violent outbursts or thoughts?

His thoughts are constantly riddled with the violence, usually over relatively petty issues. He’s definitely someone who finds it therapeutic to to imagine the thousand different ways he could murder you. Kabuto manages to contain himself most of the time, but it’s the equivalent of putting a tight lid on a pressure cooker. Eventually he erupts. There are a few clear triggers for his violent outbursts, usually involving instances which challenge his worldview. Kabuto maintains a very black and white view of human nature. While he understands there is technically a lot of nuance he dislikes the idea that said nuances provide uncertainty in his analysis of situations, people, ect. Those who act foolishly based on love, friendship, or for intangible ideals are idiots in his mind. When they espouse their philosophies they run a real chance of pissing him off. Their views challenge the very nature of his own cynical understanding of the world and portray a level of unconditional security and comradery which he has never had.

♥ : Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

Everything. Kabuto is actually a very emotionally based individual. This has proven unfortunate as he favours a hyper-rational approach to life. Such a duality has often left him attempting to rationalize the irrational. Get mad at a 12 year old Naruto for risking his life to protect those he loves? Totally rational. Kill subordinates who may get too close to Orochimaru out of preemptive jealousy? Totally rational. Inject the DNA of Orochimaru and then start a war in his memory after his untimely demise? Totally. Rational.

[fireblight]

they’re both lesbians.

❝Is thatー is that some sort of... village? Jutsu? Rank?❞ nobody ever gave her the gay people exist talk, and her lack of familiarity with the term is making her increasingly agitated. She hates not knowing things around him, even when he seems to be in a good mood.

[archontem]

how does radonis feel about nevarra and the mortalitasi?

That… varies and depends on a lot of factors.

During Inquisition, Nevarra and Tevinter are on the verge of going to war and Radonis is not happy with that. He makes it extremely clear in Magekiller that having to hold a double front, in the south and in the north, would be disastrous and absolutely unfeasible. 

Now… Radonis doesn’t like King Markus Pentaghast. He thinks the man is weak and manipulable and, granted, if Radonis were the one to manipulate him then he would at least tolerate the presence as something useful. As things are, it’s more likely that Markus is in the hands of the Mortalitasi themselves.

The Mortalitasi are mages who perform ritualistic-religious magic and who have political influence, despite being technically under the influence of the Southern Chantry. Philosophically, their doctrine is actually Tevinter in origin (founded by Tevinter mage Vitus Fabria who was advisor of Caspar Pentaghast). Radonis is neutral towards them as far as their spiritual/magical ideas go, politically speaking he finds himself between respecting them for how they inserted themselves in the world of politics and power despite restrictions and watching them warily and attentively — more or less for the same reason. They have power, they are to be taken into account if he wants to mess with the Nevarran rule.

Now, the war itself was quite obviously being instigated by the Venatori, who had not only infiltrated the Mortalitasi but were also controlling King Markus with blood magic. That’s not enough of a reason to make a blanket statement about Nevarra, in Radonis’ opinion. His… feelings towards the nation as a whole are probably as blurred as they can only get when a possibly hostile foreign power is also historically tied to your own, as Nevarra used to be a Tevinter “city state”. Also at least one Archon was half Nevarran (half Planasene because that was the name of the tribe back then, but). 

All in all, it may well feel like side-eyeing hard your slightly-more-southern relative.

[lrolrona-blog]

@seineijashu || oral traditions.

“ ...I hope that Suigetsu following me doesn’t mean that you’re not here. ”

As Mitsuki’s gaze focused, their hands quickly withdrew into their sleeves. They were hiding something. Or, were allowing a serpent to crawl into the folds of their yukata. Both were equally likely. “ Nobody will tell me how to use senjutsu intentionally. They said I have to wait. ” Mitsuki found that there was a sour taste to admitting that they needed help. They had wanted to prove they could figure everything out on their own. ‘ Aniki wouldn’t have had to come. ’

[copycaat]

'pain is weakness leaving the body' (eyes emoji)

          @seineijashu     ||     meme     ||     concussion!

          ‘ your ... mom’s a weakness leaving the body. ’     the words are strained, slurred, like he’d been drinking and he got kicked in the gut, or something. despite the half-assed insult, he continues gripping orochimaru’s biceps to hold himself some semblance of upright. it’s simply not every day someone is fast enough to cold-clock him right in the face, and well -- frankly he feels like he’s drowning. it’s the mask, the blood, sticking to his skin.     ‘ did we win? ’

[moudokv-blog]

@seineijashu​ || ( clinical trials ) and tribulations.

It took only a moment to realize that there was now company in the room, but it was several clicks of the clock before the hunched figure lifted their eyes. They had been staring at a computer screen for so long, it took a moment for them to stop squinting.

Sasori regarded the other quietly, tongue pressed to the roof of their mouth. Their initial thought was-- disinterest, but it was colored around the edges with annoyance at the unexpected interruption. They idly thought that they might recognize this person-- or, perhaps were supposed to be expecting them. Their schedule book was halfway across the desk, though, so there was no way to confirm without being obvious. Clearing their throat, they turned in the office chair to fully face their...’visitor’. “ Are you early for something? ”       A polite enough question, if it hadn’t been punctuated with a hard click of their tongue.

[uzubasa-blog]

                                                               TO  SAY  HE  WAS  NERVOUS  WAS  AN  UNDERSTATEMENT,  a  hand  outstretched  for  the  other  to  shake;  boruto  did  his  best  to  be  polite.  knowing  this  was  mitsuki’s  parent,  the  blond  wanted  to  make  a  good  impression  for  his  friend.  

                            ❛   it’s  nice  to  meet  you  ---  i’m  uzumaki  boruto,  my  dad  said  you’d  be                                                                             coming  for  a  meeting  of  some  kind  ??     ❜

//  @seineijashu

[nedzuita]

everything ending in 5 !!

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

          yamato is almost obsessively neat; he spent most of his formative years in a barracks type situation, shared space, so he doesn’t have a whole lot of stuff in general to make his home/workspace cluttered. when he’s home he makes sure to dust and do his laundry and keep up with the dishes, and he showers at night before he goes to sleep. 

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

          i’ll consider this a short term goal, but on the small-side we’ll say learning to bake? he’s never really had the time for it, so it’s been a goal for a WHILE, but it’s something he would like to learn soon.

          as for the biggest, we’ll say ‘staying alive’, and call that a short term goal simply because when you’re a ninja, you gotta take that shit one day at a time.

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

          it’s really dependent on the time period in his life. as kinoe, he sees himself dead or continuing to serve danzo. as tenzo, he sees himself dead or continuing to serve in anbu, and as yamato he sees himself dead or continuing to babysit team kakashi (or back in the shadow of anbu, and he’d never admit it but that’s not what he wants for himself when he’s out). after retirement? who knows. maybe a carpenter.

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

          honestly? i dont think he finds anything he enjoys to be a waste of time. gardening, architecture, and working are all useful, and getting fucked up and stuff is something harmless and fun that he does when it wont interfere with his job, so like... where’s the waste? to him, if he’s enjoying himself, there isn’t one.

Superstitions or views on the occult?

          i wouldn’t consider him superstitious at all, and i think he finds the whole thing a little... silly. that being said, he also believes in being good to nature so that it’s good to you, but like... i dunno. if someone tries to scare him with tales of ghosts or demons he’s always just like ‘yeah sure bud’. 

[frogprinceus-a]

@seineijashu like for a starter

“Yo, Orochimaru! Did you read my book? Isn’t it wonderful?“

[blondbomshell]

hc + hhhhhhhaaaaabits. habits quirks and mannerisms

mmmmmm, I wanna write about this but I seriously haven’t written him in so long it’s so hard to put myself in the mindset again, but this is me trying. 

When he’s really concentrating on his artwork he sticks out his tongue a little bit to the right top of his lip (like me!). When he’s in the zone he can’t be interrupted unless it’s really urgent. 

He always has to be right, even when he knows he’s wrong he’ll figure out a way to be right “but what if…”. 

I don’t know if he’s short tempered but he has a LOT of intense feelings about everything, like a fire. If it’s not super important he will keep enough inside until it explodes, and it will in fact explode. 

He cannot concentrate in any setting where he has to pay attention to something for more then like 15 minutes, he lives in the moment and his time is precious. A ticking time bomb. 

He plays with his hair a lot and forgets about cutting it so he has a lot of split ends that then someone will scream about and he’ll trim them. 

He’s not neat at all, like in my mind sasori and deidara share a room and his side is super messy and it makes sasori super angry. 

That’s all I got for right now, thank you my love for asking me. 

[prinseling]

“I want you to be happy, too."

DESPITE EVERYTHING, IT’S STILL YOU.

         “ i am happy. i really like it here in the village. ” he swings his arms, sleeves moving back and forth beside him as he rocks on his heels. “ i’ve made friends at the academy. it’s nice being around them, even if they think i’m a little weird. i even got invited over to lord seventh’s home for dinner. i think i’ve settled in just fine. ”

[dissociaticn]

 “ You think you don’t need me, Yakushi Kabuto? ” Orochimaru presses his face close to his former medic’s, expression austere, an attempt to mask his desperation, his dependency. “ I made you. You call this living? ” He gestures haughtily to the room around them, sparsely furnished, a few papers strewn on the desk.

  “ You were so much more than this, ” he whispers, mouth to Kabuto’s ear. “ You had influence. You had power. You could make the dead return to this Earth only for them to kneel at your feet. ”

  He is desperate. Every word that comes out of his mouth is a manipulation, a lie, or a metaphor. He is a viper and a ruin, basking in the shadow of what he once was, a shed skin. A larval form. Lost without this man. Projecting his own need into Kabuto, deflecting his own feelings to the last.

 “ I conquered a country for us, ” he hisses, skeletal, shaking hand fisting in Kabuto’s collar, pulling him closer. His tone shifts back and forth between hostile and cajoling, as though he is unsure how to act. “ I made you a god, Kabuto. The world trembled at our feet. Together we moved mountains. Together we defied God. For what? For this? For them? ”  

     “ I don’t- ”, Kabuto’s breath caught in his threat. Excitement? Fear? When it came to Orochimaru those two things became one in the same. He  placed a steadying hand on the nearby table, even as he allowed himself to be pulled forward. He could feel his own heartbeat and wondered, does Orochimaru sense that? How could he not. 

     It wouldn’t take much to rebuke him. By the looks of it a shove might do the trick. But with Kabuto currently residing in Orochimaru’s current base alongside Karin and Suigetsu, a confrontation like this had been inevitable. “ What good was that power without you helping me to wield it? ”

     “ I was nothing more than what you made me. And the man you created could not survive without you. ” But that was no longer who he was. At least, that’s what he had been telling himself. Still, the temptation was there, seductive in its pleas. How he had longed for times like these when Orochimaru would need him, only him. 

     He can not waver. Not now. He’s the desperate one, not me.

     He placed his free hand gently on top of Orochimaru’s. “ Desperation never suited you. Why not find someone else? You were always good at that. ” 

@seineijashu​ cont.

[fireblight]

how stupid does she think we are?

❝Not sure if stupid is the word, per se. More-so... historically unreliable based on a history of crimes. Which, to be fair, is not untrue.❞ Still, you'd think they'd go easy on me at the very least...

[archontem]

@seineijashu

       orochimaru smiles with teeth.

  ❛ my, my, radonis, it’s a little early on in the night to start hurling accusations— the servants haven’t even started watering down the wine yet. if this is the kind of salon you host, i can’t wait to see how many people are dead by the last waltz. ❜

   with a melodramatic little huff, bejeweled hand poised on one hip, orochimaru turns sightly, catching sight of himself in a polished marble column nearby.    ❛ i’m surprised you’d call it an act with such ease, you know. i personally think i chose my host well. the hadrians might not be the most respected pigs in the pen, but they do have the prettiest daughters. and, might i add, not as stubborn as some. ❜  

 his painted lips twist fondly, ever-hungry eyes roaming the archon’s finery, coming to rest on the imperial headdress.    ❛ but i suppose you didn’t need my help, after all. the years certainly haven’t rounded off your edges in the slightest … i do believe lady hadriana, first of her name, was indeed also the only of her name when we last met. how long has it been, radonis? ten years? fifteen? ❜

  lady hadriana (first of her name) is a comfortable host, certainly; a suitable amount of fury and vanity, and beautiful enough to hold him— like a well-made pair of boots, or a fine nevarrite hairpin. but she was no crowning glory— just a placeholder until something better, and brighter, and more powerful came along. to think that radonis had turned him away, and accomplished such a lofty goal all on his own; with not hide nor hair of unspoken magic to help him make the climb.  the thought that such a magnificent ambition didn’t need his help to be realised—

         it just made orochimaru hungrier.

 obscured from general view behind the crystalline wine glass, a fiendish and inhumanly long tongue protrudes from the demon’s borrowed mouth, and flicks at the air like a serpent’s, running the length of his lips in anticipation.

« About fifteen. » 

The last time he’d met his own personal demon, Radonis wore no golden crown, and the Ring of the Ferryman did not adorn the third finger of his right hand. The last time, they were in the fade, ever-shifting, a realm where everything (or almost everything) was possible. 

Radonis remembered a face pale like death, and black flowing hair, flowing like the ambiguous words the demon offered, in an equally ambiguous voice. Now the demon wore Lady Hadriana like a pretty glove. He observed the way the woman’s tongue moved, like a snake’s, and then over her lips with the suggestiveness of a lover --- and she certainly wouldn’t have been the first woman to make more or less subtle avances at him; but the point here was, of course, that she wasn’t exactly a woman. Not any longer. What was in her took precedence over whatever else she’d been before. 

A very faint sneer stretched his lips. « I shan’t deny that your forbidden fruits have always had their appeal. Claiming the contrary would be a rather cheap lie. »

(Orochimaru, coming to him as a very young man, with talks of the future. Coming to him again, with talks of ambition, of lofty goals, of the help that he could have from him. Of all the demons Radonis had ever interacted with, this one had by far been the most alluring. Of course Lady Hadriana would accept such offers and fall prey to possession like some untrained child from a Soporati family.)

He looked away from his half-hidden, privileged place between a column, a window, and a heavy curtain, a little nook that was made for conversation such as these; beyond the parlour, the guests walked in the corridor, known faces and known smiles.

« Pray that we are not seen, my lady. The hearsays that would spring from a talk in this little venue would gain you a lot of attention from many people. Whether they would be the right people or the wrong ones likely depends on the point of view. »  

[uchihasghost-a]

have you ever lost sight of yourself?

have you ever? // accepting.

         “ do you think i would be here if i hadn’t? ”

     the true heart of the question was whether he’d ever had a self to begin with. a core part of him that hadn’t been corrupted by war and death and loss. he can’t even begin to remember a part of his life that hadn’t been touched by the inky black fingers of death and destruction. perhaps he’d been destined on this path a long, long time ago.

     perhaps it is that same path that allows him to walk the world again, albeit in a weakened state. power corrupted, and without it, there was no clouds to hide behind.

         “ what of yourself, orochimaru? i’ve heard many a story about you. ”