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She makes a very slow and cautious attempt to bite in his arm while he is not looking. He looks enough like a fish to make her mouth water a bit.
// I am so awfully sorry
“ Go on. ” The velvety long sleeve is whisked away with a simple gesture, arm warmers pulled away with a finger. The towering figure stays still, face stuck in a permanent grin.
“ I love that game! neee. People never come around to play it anymore~ ” He leans his arm in again, ominously leaning in as his jaw barely open to display his sharp pearl teeth.
“ Maa, maybe because I never hold back when it’s my turn. Ke ke ke ke ke ke ke! ”
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'There are many benefits to being a marine biologist' for Kisame week 2023, hosted by @kisames-corner
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'So big, so blue, so beautiful' for Kisame week 2023, hosted by @kisames-corner
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Kisame Week 2023 DAY 6 - Loyalty
Sometimes you gotta choose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Kisame Week 2023 DAY 5 - How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful
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No more blind loyalty, no more trust without planning. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice—Kisame is not even slightly interested in being a tool…At least not a tool which handler wouldn’t care less if he breaks. As the distress started to drown Orochimaru’s prideful expression, Kisame stood as he never felt before. It’s a powerful feeling to be able to cause it just with words instead of a slice of a sword.
“I don’t like to repeat mistakes, nee.” He grins with the whining, though now he feels a bit too bashful with that. Yes, he’s smarter now but didn’t like to brag.
“.......................” Speechless. Kisame is left with his mouth open as it takes a couple of seconds to understand what exactly was going on. Five-course meal, Beautiful Body. He understands where those come from, Kisame understands well the beauty standard he falls on. But compliments are in another league to say right to his face—especially coming from Orochimaru. The man he’s been obsessed over.
“You………you’re such a cunning man. Orochimaru san!!!” Kisame doesn’t know if he laughs or cry of embarrassment as he covers his face with both hands as he bends over, using his knees to support his elbows. “To say those things—.. Doesn’t even look like we’re at each other's necks just a while ago. neeee….”
“You weren't thinking about that when you gave that speech, nee??? nee??” He turns to where Orochimaru walked to. Eyebrow twitching in disbelief. “That what was on your mind when you gave that speech, Orochimaru san? You’re.. You’re..” He raises a finger, taking a deep breath before calming down and lowering his hand.
He sits straight, legs closed as his hands rested over the legs. “ Tsc…… You’re incorrigible. Orochimaru san. I may not have honor, but I do have pride.........My bloodlust driven hunting for you was in the purest of intentions—after all, nee.”
“...A five course meal.” Kisame shakes his head, rubbing his forehead with his palm in embarrassment.
Cooked omurice for us.
It’s like the blood from his face vanished. Was he really going to share a meal with him? He really meant it didn’t he? Regularly. Hopeful eyes stared at Orochimaru’s with a childish smile. He moves his legs as if he tried to be comfortable. Innocently turned his eyes to the other side, scratching the back of his neck.
“Uh! I do—I will, I mean. Orochimaru san… I think I’m clean enough, nee. Why.. don’t you go ahead.”
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Water dripped from his chin as he quietly obeyed, staying still. Observing as the sannin came along to be face to face. A squinty eyes—painful expression when his foot was placed but quickly went away.
He listened as that scene felt familiar; Orochimaru was a great—if not the best strategist he could ask for as a partner. Many times he gave many options of their mission, always having a second or third escape route which after some time made Kisame simply follow without questioning. They always were precise—smart. Orochimaru looked like another person. A true shinobi to be admired.
The lack of clothes didn’t make him timid since the subject was their next step After he was healed. After.
I just need you:
That activated the alarms on his head which wrongfully silenced any other thoughts or explanation, crashing down like a bomb and repeating itself over and over. Kisame’s self control acts immediately to control the damage after. He waits him finish before speaking.
“Orochimaru-san. I always knew there was something glamorous in the way you spoke when talking about our strategies…. The manner of a leader; inspiring, warm and hopeful, nee. You’re a man that could inspire every smaller army to put their soul in an already fated war, only keeping those words as their hope.”
He looks down, looking at those glimmering yellow eyes with the gaze and tone of someone reciting vows. He extends a hand toward one of the bangs that fall from Orochimaru’s face. His hairs is so soft he gently curls it around its finger.
“Every fiber of my being wants to follow you, nee. Orochimaru san. Wouldn’t be bad to be dragged along.” A dubious grin cuts this dense focus. One eyebrow raised, he breaks eye contact.
“However, I was offered glimmering worlds before, as a Kid..as an adult. None of them worked out as they were supposed to. I wonder if I should gamble again, nee.”
“It’s so taunting…” He let the hair uncurl itself from his finger. “But I don’t want to be only a comrade anymore, nee.” Kisame’s hand reached Orochimaru’s neck on a comfortable hold as his grin only grew in size. “You’ll have to gamble yourself with me, nee. Orochimaru san.. We have to s-h-a-r-e a m-e-a-l.”
Orochimaru’s eyes opened wide, then wider. He was shocked. This caught him completely off guard. Stunned, he raised his face to Hoshigaki-sama. His startled expression was on full display. His mouth opened a little. He took a wheezing breath in.
I should’ve thought about it. The meal ceremony. The sharing of meal to communicate trust. And. We. Have. Not. Shared. A. Meal. Orochimaru winced. This! I should’ve known that this would come back to bite me in the behind!
He slapped a hand over his forehead, and he dragged his hand over his face. He groaned. His mind was reeling. I thought I was so clever, and then Hoshigaki-sama floors me. With something like this. What the hell. What the actual fuck. He huffed. I’m an idiot. He put his forehead on Hoshigaki’s knee. I’m the biggest idiot. Hoshigaki-sama had wanted to make a new tradition. A domestic one, based on meals. ‘I want to cut tenderloins for you. I want you to look at me. I want to press my nose in your hair,’ Hoshigaki-sama had said.
I should’ve put biscuits in my pockets. Or fed him an… omurice before taking him into the bathroom.
“Hoshigaki-sama,” he whines, “Why are you so clever.” Does it really matter? Yeah it does. He can’t argue with it. Don’t the deer count? No those don’t. That was a contract of convenience. This is a contract of intimacy. He knows it too. The swordsman doesn’t even have to answer. A meal is a meal.
“I got down here on my knees to-…” he doesn’t say the rest. It’s not very polite or good to say out loud. He just gestures. “You look like a five-course meal!” he bites. “I see this in front of me, and I have to wait longer?”
His fingers touch the shower handle in a very precise and deliberate manner, and the spray stops. And: “I have obsessed about your beautiful body, and- !” His pride makes a stand. His breath fails him. And when I finally thought I had the chance-…?!
Orochimaru slowly rises to a stands, and he puts a hand on his own hip he sways his weight to his other leg, and laughs with his smile to his shoulder. His laugh is self-conscious, and full of amusement. “You’re doing everything right. This is the correct order of events. You’re also giving me…” -feelings. I’m returning to this unique… attachment. “-a little bit of trouble. When I have cooked omurice for us, you’re going to have to eat regularly and enough, Hoshigaki-sama. ”
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a few days ago i got real mad about a certain user on here getting numbers for their obvious AI mdr art but then i deleted it after i got a good night's rest (felt a little stinky about it at the time, don't anymore bc quit putting them on my fucking feed) but a couple people in notes + asks requested to see how i, as someone who actually fucking draws and doesn't just input shit into a generator, can pinpoint out how i know whether something is AI or not, so if there is still interest i can gladly continue this post pointing out the telltale signs since i have some time before bed. y/n?
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After getting Samehada and ignoring a certain Mizukage’s weird plans. Kisame walked by the secret clearances only Kirigakure's shinobi would know…Until a faint breathing is heard. He wonders if it’s because that girl’s last words touched his numbed guilty part of his brain or if he was just tired of the same scene every single time. Kisame stops, staring at the familiar face that stood almost lifeless by a riverbank.
He wasn’t a specialist in the medical field, but knew that an arm wasn’t supposed to turn completely backwards. Gladly the man seems to be asleep when the Kirigakure's shinobi puts that arm back as joins are supposed to be. Rudely stitching some wounds as well.
In the end he let him with his arm in a split made of wood and their own's clothes rags. Leaving the shinobi leaning on a tree's trunk.
“I heard people from your village like to be burned after death, nee. How weird. Kekekekeke.” He talks with himself, choosing to wait a little longer. All is work would go down the drain if kiri's animals found that man asleep.
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