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         Kisame joins in Hidan’s laugh openly. Eyebrows furrow sharply as he continued, nudging the white-haired with and elbow. He’s on fire that day with his takes and glad someone appreciates.

        “Kakuzu-senpai’s an bass type? Makes sense! He’s looks like an strings—type of musician. HhAHahHAAH!” Waving an hand over the face, expressing his seriously toward the moment following. “I know a bit of harmonica, Hidan-san. Doubt that would work for a band, nee.” “What would you play? Besides, you know; with the life your targets. Hehehe.”

" STRINGS! STRINGS!! " Hidan was on the floor by now, pathetically grasping about Kisame's legs for balance. " SAS - SASORI - CHAN DOES STRINGS!! I heard he's got a full orchestra up his sleeves!! "

Finally taking a deep breath to regain control over his gut, Hidan slows his laughing and looks up at him from his back. " A harmonica still makes a nice sound, my man! " he encourages with an affectionate pat of Kisame's foot, " It could still work for a western kind of song! As for me, hmm, I think I'd play the drums! " With a bright, goofy smile, Hidan played air drums and kicked his legs up like a child.

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xoxo we're writing only the finest of headcanons here tonight my good girls gays and they's 🤪

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xoxo muse goals : hidan's just everyone's boytoy & he doesn't give a single fuck -

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Just Hidan and his fucked up faces 💀

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Hands down my FAVORITE Akatsuki duo 🤣

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Cover them up meme ❛ ֊ ❛

And fem Hidan version lol:

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Much too focused on being the center of ATTENTION, Hidan nearly trips backwards onto Hiruko's back, DRAMATICALLY regaining his balance back lnto his own two feet and away from the puppet.

OH... THIS could be FUNNY...

Giggling like a little boy, Hidan playfully circles him as if expertly sizing up his musical prowess by sight alone. " I'd say STRINGS, but you have enough puppets to make your OWN band, or so I've heard, right? So that's TOO easy... " He then gave a light knock to Hiruko's rear to test the sound. " You could make a good DRUM... but... HMMM ~ " He seemed to be taking this oh so SERIOUSLY before he popped a squat to meet the puppet square in the eye.

" You... could BE... THE SCREAMING THROAT SINGER. "

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While  it  may  not  be  obvious,  Sasori  is  never  far    away  &  he’s  always  listening.  So  with  alarming  ease  &  despite  Hiruko’s  hulking  form,  he’s  crept  over  to  the  source  of  the  mornings’  entertainment:  Hidan  &  positioned  the  alarming  puppet  right  behind  him.  ❝ Hm,  and  what  instrument  do  you  propose  I  would  play ? ❞  

Asks  Hiruko’s  deep,  gravelled  voice,  cutting  through  the  momentary  silence  between  Hidan  &  the  rest  of  his  victim’s  audience.  He  seemed  to  be  somewhat  genuinely  interested  in  hearing  Hidan’s  thoughts  on  the  matter  for  all  its  worth.  Perhaps  for  the  first  time.  He  really  was  bored,  wasn’t  he ?

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"Hidan-sen.. Hidan." No senpai? Tobi isn't happy here. "Did you eat my lunch? It's gone." And his first guess is Hidan, obviously.

" Did I eat your what? "

He doesn't really know what he's eating. Just that it isn't his. AND that he was famished as fuck. So naturally, being left unsupervised and vulnerable, Tobi's food had no choice but to be eaten. By a very hungry hedonist.

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@asaraltu xoxo

The true face of the Akatsuki was often masked. Truly, there was no real reason behind why he did it; anyone who could've recognized his face or his chakra were all long dead, but the mask stood for something. As the one who truly led the Akatsuki, he was a symbol of them, the endgame they both knew and didn't. Many knew him as the somber interloper, the one known as 'Tobi' despite how he shamelessly answered to Madara. And why shouldn't he? Like a god, he was who he was, and nothing could conceal that. Still, there were times when others were a bit more... daring than others. Hidan seemed to be such a man.

Madara had been engaged in going over missives that would be sorted between the Akatsuki and the ninja of Amegakure, their lot receiving the S- to A-rank ones only while the rest would be handled by the villagers. It spared their lives, and many wound up grateful due to the lack of Jonin or other high-ranking ninja that had been picked off during the wars. That left them as Amegakure's benefactors, their watchmen in the face of such brutal times, at the wiles of larger countries who would've otherwise sought to decimate them.

In the midst of such contemplations, Hidan seemed all too eager to make a nuisance of himself, even if the Uchiha found it charming in its way. But, as it would be, there was a pecking order to follow, one he enforced quite rigidly. Turning his body, Madara felled Hidan like a tree to the tatami and hovered over him, hands binding one of the Jashinist's wrists as he leaned in close to those bewitching violet eyes.

"Don't you know it's sacrilege to worship at the altar of another god? Or, are you an allotheist in the making?"

Droning... DRONING... It was one of the ( surprisingly, MANY ) moments Hidan wished he could just up and die. Out of boredom, out of lack of stimulation, out of having to hear Kakuzu count or plan his umpteenth earning. If said partner's eyes weren't near completely DEVOID of anything human, Hidan could've sworn they were twinkling with delight over the sheer number of bodies he could bring to the PISS HOLE -

Oh NO. FUCK no. Not THAT again. Hidan's internal groan almost became audible until a mischievous grin TWISTED the corners of his mouth. He may have been new. He may have yet to learn the ettiquette of respect for the ranks ( although whether or not he'd still be down to follow them was debatable ) , but his head had grown as large as his lifespan now. He was too valuable to the organization. They couldn't kill him. At WORST... they'd knock him around a bit.

Which... honestly titillated him. Very few things made you feel alive when void of the threat of death. But in the presence of so many powerful MEN... And in the way his eyes dragged over a strong, hidden jaw behind a motionless mask as their behind - the - scenes leader yammered on... The rest of Madara's ensemble left everything else to the imagination, but it was good enough. He'd decided. ' Yeah, this guy can kick my ass. ' It'd be MUCH more fun than POLITICS.

So Hidan did as he dared, scooting up next to their leader to drape a leg over his lap, masochistically anticipating the BEATDOWN that was sure to come.

And it came... GOD, did it come. His mouth TWISTED into an IMPISH, regretless grin as he, too, LOCKED into the bright red brimming behind the mask. He simply coughed to relieve a bit of wind that had knocked out of him and OBEDIENTLY wiggled into Madara's hold on him. " Your ASSOCIATES here must've told you OTHERWISE, but if YOU'RE looking to do some converting... " he responded, about as subtle as a GUN...

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With no means to see the sun, Hidan had long lost track of the days. Every once in a while, he could've sworn he'd heard some echoes, vibrations, the smallest hints of a living life above despite a myriad of exoskeletal creatures making their home amongst his scattered tissues. Nonetheless he moved with his every might. With what little facial and accessory muscles he had, he displaced as much dirt and debris as he could with the hopes that loosening the soil would cause the ground above to give...

... but eventually willpower wasn't enough. He could feel his disconnected limbs atrophy by some undefined power ( or curse ) . It was agony. Absolute agony. Just as he felt his conscious failing him, however screaming and reverbing through the emptying of his skull, his blurring eyesight caught the faintest speck of light. Though just the light of a distant star... it was blinding.

And he SCREAMED with all his might, deafening despite not being anywhere near his lungs, spewing dirt and insect remains from the hole in his face.

" I'LL KILL YOU!! " Hidan screamed at the top of his throat at the blurry face before him, " I DON'T NEED MY ARMS!! I DON'T NEED MY LEGS!! I'LL MAKE YOU FEEL EVERY OUNCE OF PAIN I'VE FELT SINCE BEING BLOWN TO A FUCKTILLION PIECES!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE WRATH OF JASHIN HAS IN STORE FOR YOU!! YOU'RE GONNA BE IN SUCH PAIN!! SUCH!! GLORIOUS!! PAIN!!! "

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      Sakura must have been digging for hours. Pulling out body part after body part. The bastard really was in a million pieces. She wondered if he was even still alive. Sure she was told he was immortal but also he’s been in this hole for years now at this point. It was a good sign that his body hadn’t rotted. Any normal human would have long been decomposed. It was also a good thing she was as strong as she was otherwise all these rocks would have been a problem. Really getting her workout for the day. Well it was basically night at this point.

“Where is his stupid, dumbass head?”

      There would be no point in gluing the guy together without that. Sakura was pretty sure this was high on the list of insane things she’s done. Reviving an Akasuki member. Reviving the immortal, fucked up one at that. But he would be just perfect for training with her daughter. Could beat him bloody and wouldn’t die. Would be so much better than beating on a lifeless dummy. Besides, if he stepped out of line, she’ll just punch his head off and leave him like that for a while. Finally, she saw a bit of silver white hair,

      “Hah! There you are!” She grabbed right onto Hidan’s hair and just yanked him right out of the ground. Shaking his head a bit to get the dirt off, “Oiii, you still alive?” Sakura just had his head there, dangling it by his hair. Had this been anyone else, they would probably find holding a severed head to be gross but Sakura was no normal person. She found it morbidly fascinating. Even his head hadn’t rotted. Though, naturally, he looked pretty fucked up. She had heard Shikamaru, literally, blew him up. It was going to take forever to piece him back together.

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xoxo spring break, sup y'all ~ ♡

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xoxo oooooohkay ! so it's been a very unexpectedly busy couple weeks or so, my queue's been emptied, so i'm gonna come on back & attempt to... assimilate with all you lovely people!

xoxo as i browse the dash to send memes, reblog some of my own, read rules & return new follows, etc. , i got a few questions to ask of y'all since i'm like super new around here and rp communities can be super different ! so ! ( & pls feel free to reply to this post with answers to any or all of these if you can spare the time ♡ )

① which of the following muses ( please be honest ! ) do you think would be best to get interactions with?

tsunade

jashinist oc ( s ? ) of varying ages

fandomless oc with many aus

this homocidal maniac i'm on rn

② how do y'all best start interactions?

inbox memes

starter calls

wishlist posts

greeters?

③ are sapphic / wlw / lesbian ships popular around here in general? asking for your friendly neighborhood dyke ( me )

xoxo thanks sm for helping me out !! i have very limited time / energy to go about settling into a new community here bc i'm training to become an emt & in the midst of trying to move out of an abusive living situation, so any advice to get around the naruto rpc is very much appreciated ♡

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i originally drew this as part of that “give me 6 characters to make fan art of” challenge but i like it too much so i’m posting it on its own uwu

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what an incredible first guess

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