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//Your turn for con weekend huh? Have fun!

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((Hey mods/others, just a heads up, but this past week I’ve been getting my cosplay stuff together and I only have a couple more days until the con, but I probably won’t have a lot of time to roleplay until the con is finished. >.> ))

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house-of-snakes:

thekindshinobi:

Chocolate eyes blinked blankly, empty but burning with cold intensity, as Haku focused his gaze upon the serpentine man; his shaky, defeated words falling around man and child like snow. Introductions had been skipped; it was obvious this man knew more of the boy than the boy knew of him, and something alerted the shinobi that this was not kind company. His teeth clenched, gritting slightly as a smirk pulled tight across the man’s pale face, his head held high above his shoulders— above Haku— in arrogance. (…..)

The sannin had stopped his circling somewhere behind Haku, less like a snake at all and more like a vulture now, a demon of the sky who found the meek and gorged himself on fear and on pain. It was a drug to him, this terror… he could taste it on the air when the boy had fallen and it sent shivers of pleasure through his body.

Yes, Child… he wanted to say… Yes, despair, and give to me your torment. Make me feel alive again…make me feel at all… make my heart move.

No, he was not capable of it- this lamb. He was something different than what Orochimaru required… he was a puzzle piece who could not fit into the gap within the sannin’s ribcage, and to force it would be disastrous. He did not want Haku anyway, he had his own plaything, his own man willing to live, to die, and had indeed done both for him already. Still…. it did not repair this demon’s lost sanity. He wondered if anything in the world could… but what did that matter? As long as he had purpose, he would continue to claw his way through life and through the skin of anyone in his way. Let his friends be few, lest they turn to enemies when they gaze upon his true visage, and let his enemies bleed themselves dry into his cup. Let him drown in their lives until he was the only one left standing.

Thoughts for another day.

Orochimaru clicked his nimble tongue against the back of his razor sharp teeth, his lips the color of pale lilac as they twisted into the mockery of a smile and he folded his arms across his chest and turned his body a bit… the raven was a rather tall man, and knew just how to turn his body to make himself look corrupted.. evil.. sinister…. but he also knew how to make himself look small and intimidating- all a farce, a bluff to hide where exactly he really stood. Right now, he played the role of a regal, barefooted thing, noble in disposition, beautiful and exotic, and altogether untrustworthy, though every word he spoke was in truth.

“Zabuza has joined me… I have given him a home, a goal… I have given him a place to rest and be safe. He no longer needs to run, no longer needs to hide in shadows and dodge the Hunters at every twist and turn… I gave him sanctuary. However, he wrung from me a deal- let me be his master, and in return I should give a home not only to him, but to Haku as well. He was most overjoyed when he discovered that you lived… I thought he may very well weep, although a man like that would never shed tears in front of someone like me, I suppose- ah…. it seems I’ve forgotten my manners.”

He’d played this song and dance before, and when he approached Haku, taking a few long steps to pause just in front of him, reaching up to catch a few strands of the younger’s long hair between his fingers, his smile had grown into a devilish and cunning one.

“I am Orochimaru, Otokage of the sound village.. often referred to as one of the three sannin of leaf. A smart boy like you has probably already figured that out, but its always nice to give a name, hm? Would you like to see your master again?”

A feeling of dread swamped over the young boy as the man stopped his incessant circling and stopped right behind him. He could feel the short distance that lingered between the two, the heat of their bodies creating an inferno in the space between; and, Haku knew this was a strategy to install fear in a predator’s prey. After all, he had been taught everything he knew of fighting, of strategy and most importantly of violence by the best swordsman of Kirigakure. Haku may have been just a young boy, but his skill far surpassed that of many men’s. He could handle this serpent’s intimidation. He was strong.

His small, fragile back was turned to the man but the shinobi could tell he was smiling, it was almost as if he could feel the corner of the man’s lips pull upwards into something ugly. His smile, one which Haku was sure was twisted and full of malice, almost burned his skin. What beautiful, pearly white fangs the dark serpent must have. What a nice sight to see before the serpent strikes. “Zabuza has joined me… I have given him a home, a goal… I have given him a place to rest and be safe. He no longer needs to run, no longer needs to hide in shadows and dodge the Hunters at every twist and turn… I gave him sanctuary. However, he wrung from me a deal- let me be his master.”

Haku choked. He couldn’t breathe, he felt faint— hollow. There was no way what this man, this complete stranger, said could be true. If Zabuza was indeed alive, risen from the dead, a man as strong as he would never succumb to a master, for he is a master. Then again, the lamb had became the shepard in absence of it’s herder, so it was only justified that without the master’s servant, all he could do was serve. What a shame it was the world worked in terms of equivalent exchange. Choosing to dismiss the truth, the shinobi blinked, his fists clenching in pacified anger— his life’s story. Zabuza had given him a home when he was without shelter. Food, when he was hungry. A purpose, some kind of makeshift love, when he was worthless. He taught him how to fight when he was weak, how in order to live, one must find a single purpose and hold on to that and under ANY circumstance, do not give up. Zabuza had taught him sacrifice, how to give give life in order to live, that sometimes someone else’s wellbeing is more important than your own. That sometimes someone else’s life is more important than yours; and, wasn’t that what Haku had died for? He had lived, breathed, fought, killed and died for his master, for Zabuza, there was no way that such a resilient man would— 

“YOU ARE NOT ZABUZA’S MASTER.” Haku shouted, consumed with glorious anger, something he hadn’t felt in so, so long. He drew in a long, dry breath before he parted his gentle lips, now curled in agony, once more to speak, “And you surely didn’t give him a sanctuary. He had a sanctuary! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND—” He was reacting just as the man wished him to, a puppet moving as the puppeteer planned without the movement of any strings. It was evident in his piercing eyes, heavy with satisfaction, as the serpentine man slithered before Haku; yet, he couldn’t calm his anger, so he kept feeding the beast’s wicked smile. “—HE HAD IT WITH ME.”

Suddenly, the man reached out and Haku watched with empty eyes as he intertwined his pale, pale fingers amidst raven hair and he was calm, free from his anguish. It was a gesture he remembered from his childhood, his mother’s hand that was carved just like his own, shinning like stars swimming through a blackened universe as they clawed through his long hair. But, this man had the hands— the touch— of his mother, but the twisted, cunning smile of the devil himself. How could he not give in? “I am Orochimaru, Otokage of the sound village… …Would you like to see your master again?” Haku’s body relaxed and his hands unclenched, sluggishly the shinobi rose one arm and placed his hand around Orochimaru’s, a tangle of hills and valleys of bone stretched tight over skin surrounded by a velvet black ocean. He tightened his grip, urgently almost, and forced his gaze to the ground. He smiled, thinking how defeated he must look. Zabuza had never taught him to give up. That, he learned on his own.

“A shepard without a lamb is nothing, and a lamb without a shepard is just as hopeless. Orochimaru, take me to see my master. Take me to see Zabuza.” Haku’s voice broke, “Please.”

tobi-sama:

tokujougekkou:

doorjutsu:

tobi-sama:

//WHY WERE YOU READING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! LMFAO

for the record this cap is now saved on my computer as

//my bicuriousity got the best of me T_T

//OMG LMFAO HELP I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

YOUR BICURIOSITY

SO YOU DECIDE TO READ NARUTO SMUT BETWEEN AN UNSTABLE AND MISUNDERSTOOD CHARACTER

AND A GUY WHO LIKES TO BLOW SHIT UP

OMG HELP I ACTUALLY CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

//if you are bicurious, allow us to direct you to the better smut scenes, or if anything, our favorite fanfictions. we’re all half gay straight women pretending to be men here!

((If you want gay sex, look no farther! I’ve been shipping ZabuHaku for 10 years! In fact, I shipped them before I knew what shipping was! Or homosexuality for that matter! Nevertheless, I can hook your lovely bicurious self up with my library of ZabuHaku smut. It’s full of gay sex AND feels! Hooray!))

hyuuga-heiress:

thekindshinobi:

“You’re a wise girl—”

“—Maybe I’m just a fool, but I would like to believe it’s possible to end every conflict with peaceful methods. Maybe, I’ve just had enough of war.”

I hate to admit so, but I believe war will never end while everyone is different. People clash- not just in war, but in ordinary life. Until everyone has the same temperament and goal, the world will not be truly peaceful.

At least, that’s what I think…

“And as much as I hate to admit it so, you’re right. Man was born to fight, to survive, and what purpose would peace serve do for such a violent nature?”

“—But, that’s why mankind crafted such a beautiful thing called, hope, right?

amaranthelegy:

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hyuuga-heiress:

thekindshinobi:

hyuuga-heiress:

Tenten was right. I am the least violent kunoichi…..

Is that a positive thing?

“Sometimes peace is a greater weapon than violence.”

I agree, yet not every conflict will be ended by talking and debate, and peaceful methods alone. 

“You’re a wise girl—”

“—Maybe I’m just a fool, but I would like to believe it’s possible to end every conflict with peaceful methods. Maybe, I’ve just had enough of war.”

(Source: animelove-xoxo)

abyssofpaper:

Konan stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the village of Konoha. The night was of a strange weather and she was of a strange mood herself. What was this village, and what exactly did it mean to her? Lately it felt as if her definition of peace was warping, and her goals, intangible. This village that her allies seem so attracted to… Was she slowly coming to accept it as well? She refused to believe she could harbor a soft spot for such a wicked village, but her conflicting feelings stated otherwise. Nevertheless, she continued observing it, reflecting on her own emotions and questioning everything she could. Her line of work was not one where she could doubt herself.

Overcast clouds clung greedily to the sky above Haku as he wandered forward, cradled by the clothed trees of Konoha. He was in this foreign land searching for war— anything to feel close to chaos again. He had lived a peaceful existence, that of a pure as snow child’s, until the day where everything had went wrong. It was a miracle, he had thought, when he was out by the frozen stream, just playing in the water when he realized he could manipulate it. With his small fingers he marveled in wonder as he was able to lift a small amount of the water up into the air, waving it in infinite circles before he closed his fist and let the water return to the mother from which it came. As quickly as his happiness had came, it fled when he realized what he had just done. At the time, a war was ensuing in his village against people with kekkei genkai— the ability to manipulate water. Panicky, he searched around him and sighed out of relief when he realized he had been alone. He was just a small child, he had his whole life ahead of him. He didn’t want to die.

Quickly, he ran back to his home a smile on his face and his feet swift, eager to show his mother his talent. Surely she could keep a secret. She would be so proud. He had told her to watch, a child with a man’s sense of pride, as he moved the water cupped in his palms up into the air, moving back and forth in a continuous motion. He watched his mother’s facial expression, like the ocean, transition from peaceful to a horrid, scared look; and, cringed when she brought up her hand, fragile as his own, and strike him across the face. She was nearly crying, telling him to never do that again, but he had stood stoic, too sad to cry. That had been the first time he felt expendable, unneeded in this world; but, it wasn’t the last time his talents would bring about suffering.

Only a short amount of time had passed and he remembered being scared. Running as fast and as far as his small, underdeveloped legs could take him, threatening shouts of men stronger than him following him as he ran. They were going to kill him. Haku was the enemy they were fighting against in their war. He was running home, to his mother. She could help him. She was strong. But, he got home, the mob stopping just short of his house, and ran into the house screaming, “Mother! Mother, please!” only to find his father gripping the woman that gave him life, a look of peace in her chocolate eyes as her father killed her and dropped her lifeless body to the cold ground. She had given him more than just his feminine looks. They had been the same. Haku’s father had turned to him, a look of hatred in his eyes, and how Haku was crying, falling onto his knees and shut his eyes, squeezing them tight and then he opened them again and he was surrounded by giant spikes of ice, a crystal cage littered with crimson specks and—

—Maybe the war he searched for was here.

Haku stopped walking, overwhelmed by his memory, and turned his porcelain face towards the gloomy sky. It was too warm to snow, but too cold to rain and it made his knees weak and skin burn. This land was on the verge of something terrible, you could feel it in the air. The chaos he wished to be cradled by was here, there was no doubt about that. His eyes dropped from the sunless sky and let them fall upon the overlooking cliff that rose brave and tall across the horizon. A small, shadowed figure stood, nearly invisible to the untrained eye; but, Haku stood, squinting his eyes and searching to see if the one atop the cliff was friend or foe.