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[uchiha-madara]

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Madara had a hard life. Being a special forces operative, being forced to retire after something had been found on his record--but was expunged due to his family’s occupation. Killing an officer above his rank should have ended any career he was in, but the extent of the Uchiha’s influence went farther than that.  It was easy for him to slip into a criminal’s life--being popular and elected was even easier than that. Some people hated him, but his following on social media was..more than adequate to drown those people out.

Not only was he a work-a-holic, he managed to oversee a criminal empire on top of his duties as the popular politician who was generally well-liked and regarded as a good person. It was a very interesting juxtaposition, and the irony was not wasted on him. His empire was balanced, but so very easy to topple if he slipped up even once. It hung by a single, golden thread.

In his off time, he was always around one of the clubs that he owned, milling around, drinking, watching the dancers. But, of course, sometimes the girls left and he would have to hire others. They would sign NDA’s, contracts keeping them silent of the criminal activities that they saw there, and those that thought about opening their mouth simply...disappeared. He rarely saw to them personally. He had other people for that.

Of course, he also amassed a fortune, and would frequent other clubs, looking to buy them out. For money-laundering purposes, it was easy to hide his..illegal activities behind a few false names and shell companies that had nothing to do with him. In this club, however, someone in particular caught his eye. He’d visited a few times, scouting it out. It had good business.This club would be a solid investment..

And thus, he situated himself at the stage, a roll of bills in his hand and a killer smirk across his face.

“Hello, Miss. It’s a good day to make money, isn’t it?”

It would be best to become a regular, then, wouldn’t it? Money talked, after all. He would make back what he spent at least a hundred times over. 

[chidorikiller]

shattered-by-sparks replied to your post “Hey, think of instead, a girl worth fighting for.”

"Like butter wouldn't melt. I like it~"

    “Would you like dinner tonight even better?”  // @shattered-by-sparks​

[peepingtoad]

|| @shattered-by-sparks | plotted ||

Jiraiya hadn’t at all been looking forward to breaking the news to Rin, although to her of all people it shouldn’t come as a surprise. He knew it, and she’d no doubt heard about it by now, given how directly it affected her—that in a few short years, the Akatsuki would be mobilising with the aim of relieving all Jinchūriki of their Tailed Beasts, killing them in the process. Meaning that the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki must embark on his training, while the Three-Tails must protect herself. 

That was the situation put simply. But there was one troubling, perhaps trivial-sounding detail amid all this movement that Jiraiya could no longer ignore. And that was that since meeting the initially unassuming keeper of the Sanbi, with the clever idea in mind of having her help to prepare him for his task, things had become... interesting between them. Very interesting. In fact...

...Well, damn it, he’d been happy, because impulsively hooking up with Rin that night had been the beginning of something wonderful.

It was impossible for him to put a finger on what it was about her (aside from the obvious) that lifted his spirits, that gave just a touch more legitimacy to his cheerful demeanour than could sometimes be the case. Not that he’d been a miserable wretch before her, but... there was just something about her that really made him feel every smile he wore. Something about her effervescent, flustered energy at the same time as being an awful little flirt, yet at the same time possessing such deep emotional wisdom that Jiraiya felt himself opening up to her with so little difficulty, and that was what made their connection beyond the physical so inevitable. Likewise, she was always so honest and unashamed with him, too, never seeming to be afraid of showing him her insecurities.

Except for when he left.

There’d been a few times now, where he’d had to go off to gather intel, leaving Naruto behind too, and Rin had put on a brave face to bid him goodbye. Or had simply not shown up at all to see him off, which was telling in itself... but even had he seen that brave face every single time, Jiraiya would still know that all wasn’t completely okay.

That was why he invited her to his place tonight, on the very night that plans to leave were set in stone for under a week’s time. It was horribly short notice, and yet if Rin wasn’t to turn up on the morning he and Naruto left for three gruelling years... then at least, the way he saw it, they’d have tonight, right? He wouldn’t be upset at her either way, of course, but the ghostly voice that stubbornly murmured ‘just in case’ did demand some sort of send-off.

The light rap on his door alerted him to Rin’s arrival, and with a nervousness akin to that prefacing a first date, Jiraiya straightened out his clothes before answering with a wide grin.

“Ah, you’re here!” He greeted sunnily, then found himself proceeding to not move at all for a moment while simply beaming down at Rin. “...”

Yes. Obviously she’s here. Good work, Jiraiya. Now invite her in.

[capteinoblivious2-archived]

it must be fate // @shattered-by-sparks​

Fuck, he was super duper late to the mission briefing. He could already feel Sakura’s fist in his face and the scolding that would eventually follow. Still, his mind was nowhere to be found, only dark blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror, wondering for a moment, if perhaps his soul had left his body that night. Like he remembered it in way too much detail, the kiss still vivid, the press of skin against his own still familiar and not to mention, the way she was literally playing with him. The way those eyes dared him to go further. “Fucking shit,” he muttered, Kurama laughing somewhere in the back of his mind and if Naruto was not so into her, then he’d probably tell that fox to shut up, but it really was funny. The funny kind of pathetic that Naruto knew best.

Nonetheless did he gather his clothes, pulling them on in seconds and as he stormed out of his appartement, he had almost forgotten about his jacket. That most precious thing to him, honestly. It was like a memoir, a piece that was meant to be with him at all times. He hadn’t even taken notice of the two different pair of socks he was wearing, much less the bedhair as he quickly jumped across roofs over to the hokage office. The blond still managed to tie his headband as he jumped through the opened window of Kakashi’s office. 

“Good morning,” he muttered loudly enough, but Sakura was already onto him and he was happy about not being punched, but it still wasn’t pleasant how the girl forbid him to go out drinking again. Sakura wasn’t his mother ?? “The alcohol surely wasn’t my problem yesterday,” he argued, stepping in front of Kakashi and his eyes were literally glued to the desk for a rather long minute. That was at least until he caught sight of the woman he had met yesterday.

She was still pretty. Not like he thought that would change over night... but goddamn, she was real and everything they did happened indeed. He quickly averted his gaze, meeting Kakashi’s that seemed to look right through him. It was then that he noticed just how terrible his outward appearance was---like a complete idiot and it didn’t take for Sakura to laugh at his hair or nag the the choice of his socks. He was already making a fool of himself without her help.

[dirt-ninja-archived]

@shattered-by-sparks liked for a lyric starter so have Obito being possessed by black Zetsu

 song

“ It's no use I can't control it ”

[bitchplz-its-sasuke]

💋💋💋 all the kissie kisses for Sasuke pls!

 Send 💋 to straight up kiss my muse!

The action was very was unexpected but not unwelcome. The feeling of her soft lips brushing against his milky skin rose a small laughter from him. Before he could question another kiss was placed on his skin, the nose this time and one more ! Right on the other cheek. A small smile was drawn as he attempted to make eye contact but that was a bit harder than usual since his mind was fogging up. His cheeks warmed up, a rosy tint stained them as the only words that were able to leave his lips were,  ❝ Uh…thanks.❞ 

Sure he would have loved to be kissed on the lips, have their first real kiss but regardless he wouldn’t complain about any kind of kisses from her. She could do as she pleases with them, he’ll go along with everything, because anything for her.

[curseofire]

shattered-by-sparks replied to your post:   “You know, people joke about being late to your...

//pffff, didn’t COMPLETELY die, just died a little bit, jfc, I can’t with this!!

[ ofjrioghaeriojf that’s how obi always refers to it--- ‘didn’t completely die’ ‘semi death’ ‘the first time’ he’s p flippant about it hfioerjf ]

[kusunokihime]

     [ Hey lovelies! I just wanted to give a quick draft update - I know I’ve been super slow as of late, life has been rough and moving blogs (though refreshing) also meant some lost time, so! Here’s just a confirmation that I DO have these drafts, and they WILL be replied to soon! Apologies for the waits :’D

@capteinoblivious x

@shattered-by-sparks x

@oc-lootcrate x x

@silverfaxg x 

@scnjuclan x

@quiet-kunoichi x 

@frogprinceus x x x 

@masshirohebi x 

@nations-united x 

@redlineoffate x 

     That’s all I have that’s my turn in the tracker, and they’re all currently drafted! If anything is missing PLEASE let me know! Also if you want anything dropped, that’s never an issue. Just wanted to update y’all since I know I’ve been rather AWOL as of late - but never fear, I have these in my drafts! I’m just slow ;w; ]

[bitiing]

@shattered-by-sparks asked:        ❝ you’re so used to being mistreated. ❞

POETRY SENTENCE STARTERS.

         Rin’s words confused the pain scale. She sure knew what it was like to be mistreated — with the Three-Tails sealed inside her without permission or choice. Fear, anger, contempt was not so different from what Karin had experienced all her life. The difference might be in appearance, there was no warning of ‘jinchuuriki’ stuck on the woman, but the redhead’s skin was practically a welcome card. A range of abuse that caused the same traumas, that’s how she preferred to look at things. No signs of pity, just solidarity, the kind that only exists between people who have lived in the same hell.

      Crimson eyes searched the older woman’s shirt, the abdomen more specifically. There should be a complex seal, hidden beneath layers of fabric like the darkest of secrets. Instantly her skin burned, each bite mark hurting like the day they were made. ❝ Just like you. Do you see them? They fear you. ❞ With a nod she pointed to the street, civilians walking with their families, carrying shopping bags, speaking loudly. ❝ And you did nothing. We live in an unfair world. ❞ A tight little smile on the corner of her lips. The young Karin did not do anything to deserve all the abuses either, but the older version resolved that problem.

[chidorikiller]

"Hey, think of instead, a girl worth fighting for."

       “Oh, believe me, I’m already thinking about you. I think about you almost all the time, you know.” // @shattered-by-sparks

[peepingtoad]

// @shattered-by-sparks​ 

Seldom did a man like Jiraiya seek out help from another, what with the vast sprawl of his experience (both as a shinobi and generally in life), and yet what he now potentially faced was something completely and utterly foreign to him. It was exciting, in a sense, but he’d also been out of this particular game for so long that he wasn’t sure how good he’d even be anymore. 

Would he be patient enough? Would he have the right technique? Would he be able to learn new ones?

Well of course he would. He was still very confident in that sense—overconfident, perhaps—but the niggling uncertainty and potential of completely messing up something this delicate was enough that he could set aside his pride. Only a fool wouldn’t, when the exact right person to assist him was right here in the village.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kakashi’s lovely friend……... Nohara Rin, is it?” Jiraiya said smoothly when he found her, cradling his chin in a curled hand and grinning roguishly as he ‘remembered’ the name. Only somehow, he didn’t think the act was coming across very convincingly. So down came the sleazy charm as quickly as he’d donned it, and with that he sank heavily into the seat beside her. 

“Okay, I’m just gonna cut to the chase here, my dear. My sources tell me that you may be the only one who can help a man in need of something… rather niche.”

[capteinoblivious2-archived]

nighttime // @shattered-by-sparks  ( continued from here )

The voice, harsh and a little raspy caused her to almost jump out of her skin, but there was no mistaking it. Rin had never had the pleasure of meeting him thus far, but there was no doubt the owner of that voice was Uzumaki Naruto.

With a short gasp for air, Rin bent over, planting her hands on her knees while giving the blond a glance from the corner of her eye.

“Well, right now I’m looking for my heart that just jumped out of my throat!” she scolded lightly. “You often sneak up on people and scare them half to death?”

“I only do that with pretty ladies.” Naruto checked her out obviously before cracking his signature grin. Well, okay, he might have drunk a little and would never sneak up on strangers, but it was weird enough for someone to still be out at night alone - especially this lonely. The blond took a look around himself, realising he was quite far away from the bar he had been at with Shikamaru and Chouji. He was sobering up already, the male supposed, his hands felt cold while his cheeks were still kind of hot.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to, y’know,” he muttered, taking a deep breath as he walked closer, “I mean, you are pretty, duh, obviously, but I didn’t mean to scare ya.” He made sure to keep a good distance, his whiskers stroking his cheeks as he took a closer look at her. He was always talkative - drunk or not, but with alcohol in his system he was a lot bolder.

“So... I’m Naruto and... it can be quite dangerous at night. So you shouldn’t... stay out so long.”

[noharin]

@shattered-by-sparks replied to your post: shattered-by-sparks‌: //I’ve said it before and...

The Rin’s clubbing together to BITCH about how their baby was cheated. Kishi can kiss my ass tbf regardless of how he wrote his female cast. They deserved better.

//okay but look I’ve been saying this since day one. Rin wasn’t even a character to him, she was a plot point for Kakashi and Obito’s pain. That’s it.

We make her better.

and damn right they’re gonna band together because ‘fuck this we all deserve better’ and raising each other up mmhm mmhm

[bitchplz-its-sasuke]

@shattered-by-sparks​

Rin was the girl who seemed to have every boys heart, by every boy he meant his uncle Obito, and Sasuke seemed to be no exception to her spell. At first he proclaimed his love for her at the age of six  because his parents rumored of an arranged marriage for the young Uchiha when he grew older. Itachi spoke up saying perhaps Sasuke should choose his own girl to marry, and obliviously Rin being the only girl he truly knew it seemed like the simple choice to pick her and she seemed amused by the idea, so a good sign right ? Of course he had to wait till he was older to marry her, and it may have started as a joke something he may grow out of, right ? Wrong, he had already made her a ring, ( because he didn’t want to take his mothers ring form her, even through she tried to insist,  but the child wouldn’t take it. ) a single ‘forget me not’ flower which he preserved in resin and added onto a gold band. 

The years went by fast, now the age of 21 he still didn’t forget or give up on his gold of marrying his favourite girl. He hadn’t mention the ring to a soul, it was something he wanted to surprise her with when the time came, hoping it was something she’d like, he often thought it about it, perhaps he should just buy a proper ring, maybe the flower seemed a little childish. He was lost in though fighting with himself he almost forgot why he was waiting out in the front gates of the village. 

Rin was returning ( kakashi and Obito but whatever), and  he wanted to greet her, perhaps treat her to lunch. Nothing beats a good hot meal after days of camping out on limited supplies. Upon seeing her figure grow in his field of view, a smile couldn’t help but take over his features.  ❝ Hey, hope it all went well, ❞ he greeted while removing the bag off her shoulders, allowing her some rest. 

[slughime]

     Tsunade was not entirely pleasant to be around on her, well, grumpy days. These were the days where everyone else was having an especially good time with their loved ones (which was most festival days in villages, it seemed). These days reminded her of what she had lost, what she had left behind, and what had left her. Or, really, who. 

     In act of mercy, Tsunade had released Shizune from the responsibility of being around her moody self, so the young woman could celebrate happily, wandering around the festival meeting people, trying foods, playing games, whatever she wanted, really. Tsunade just planned to sulk.

      She was headed to a restaurant to eat, having already had a couple drinks, when she nearly ran into a young woman. Finding--once she looked at her properly--it was a Konoha kunoichi. “Gomen,” she murmured her apology under her breath, moving to keep going so the other wouldn’t recognize her on the off chance her luck kept being bad. // @shattered-by-sparks​

[whitefangwanderer-a]

’ For who could ever learn to love a beast? '

[ beauty and the beast sentence starters ][@shattered-by-sparks ][ Accepting ]

     “If you’re a beast, I don’t think there’s even a term for what I am.”

     The quip is meant to sound light-hearted, but they both know better. He realizes she’s not referring solely to her nature, but rather to the literal beast of the tailed variety sealed within her form. But Kakashi gets the feeling this is one of those rare times he shouldn’t default to reflective humor. So, he sighs…takes a moment…and then does his best to reassure her.

     …not that he’s very good at it.

     “Look, Rin…” Hands in his pockets, he stares at the ground in front of him, trying to gather his thoughts. “…if someone - anyone - ever decides to base who you are on your bijū, they’re a bigger idiot than you should ever have to deal with. You’re not the sanbi…just like Kushina wasn’t the kyūbi.”

     A single dark eye lifts to give her a glance. “…you think there was anything faked or forced about how sensei loved her? You think there was ever a moment where he looked at her, and rather than seeing Uzumaki Kushina, he saw a nine tailed demon fox? Well…besides when she lost her temper,” he can’t help but quip. 

     “…all that aside, I’m serious, Rin. You being a jinchūriki’s got nothing to do with being able to find someone who loves you the way you want to be loved. If Minato and Kushina could do it…then so can you, and whoever’s unbelievably lucky enough to tie you down.”

     At that, he casually lifts his book, expression aloof. “…of course, they’ll have some standards to pass,” he offers nonchalantly: a none-too-subtle hint of him being rather critical of anyone who dares get close enough to her. She’s one of the few good things he’s got left, after all. “But otherwise…you’ll get there. I know I can’t just tell you not to let it bother you, but…when it does, remember Kushina. Remember sensei. It might’ve been cut short, but…what they had seemed like the real deal. You’ll get there, too.”