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multi-muse prompt – always accepting!

Tsunade + Konan

I absolutely love the idea of Tsunade meeting Jiraiya’s lil ame gremlins. She was against the idea of him staying with them for so many reasons, and one of them is because she didn’t want to be left behind. She’d already lost both Dan and Nawaki, and during the time Jiraiya was away taking care of the trio, Orochimaru turned out to be... Well, Orochimaru, and to be alone in the midst of all of that really took something from her. I’m not saying she resents a handful of snotty lil kids, but that’s absolutely what it is. Perhaps getting to know Konan after Jiraiya’s death would make a really interesting thread/plot line! She’s angry and super ready to throw fists, but what if that doesn’t happen? Juicy. On that note: what if she stays instead of Jiraiya? Tsunade’s first pupil and all the extra stuff Konan would learn from growing up under Tsunade’s wings???

Itachi + Konan

There’s not a lot of room for pretty much anything when it comes to the two of them simply because they’re both too closed off and distraught of their surroundings, but if we take that away? I think Itachi could really find a friend in Konan, safety and warmth even though he’s underserving. Plus it’d do WONDERS for Itachi to know that: ‘yes, wars are the worst and you did what you had to to prevent that' from hearing about Konan’s childhood and experiences growing up in a country wasted by war. Not that it’d change anything, but it would help to, you know, know that he wasn’t crazy for trying anything to avoid it. And perhaps, idk, Konan would take some comfort in something Itachi has to offer? I really don’t know what it is, Akatsuki!Itachi is devastated but it’ll be fun to look for it! There’s always alternative universes and anything that ends with Konan braiding Itachi’s hair has my heart.

Kimimaro + Konan

Am I crazy? Or ‘post-konoha’s-destruction Konan finds this weird teen in the woods and decides to let him stick around’ trope is not so bad? I live and die for any timeline where Kimimaro gets to experience different versions of what he had with Orochimaru - which is pretty much what he’ll do for the rest of his life: look for a purpose to walk this very earth, SOMEONE to give him meaning. It’s not healthy or ideal in any way to attach himself to another person like that, but it is what it is. And perhaps Konan would make a good mentor, and maybe show him he can be his own person? It’d lead to absolute failure bc he needs someone to play the role of a beacon of light in his life, but she could try? Again, am I crazy?????

(   @enjeruuingu​   )   WROTE   :

"you're lonely too." [ jiraiya! any verse works 'v'/ ]

Lonely .   Now that was quite the accusation , especially coming from someone like Konan .   Jiraiya couldn’t help but chuckle , the sound far too tender for the hardened &&. scarred face from which it came .

The years had not been kind to him since he ABANDONED HIS DESTINY , but so had he not been kind to the world .

❝      Ya think so ?      ❞      He tipped back the rim of his straw hat to regard Konan properly , a curious curl to his lips that , however slight , still managed to seem mocking .      ❝      Well , I have to disagree .   For me to be lonely , I’d have to CARE , wouldn’t I ?   Besides , I’m never lonely with you around , my dear .   That lifeless look in your eyes is all the company I need .      ❞

@enjeruuingu​​​​​ says:  Hugs him from behind, making sure to hold him gently.  // 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 

   It’s nice. Warm. Like an apparatus of nurture. She was something otherworldly. The mere touch of her skin against his feels like a bubbling river of pastel blue, calming and grounded in it’s nativity of tenderness. Konan often times felt like a beacon of sanity to the Reaper. Her presence DULLED THE BARBED WIRE of his nerve endings, making him feel more like static and less like a HOUND. The chaos was still there ( as it always would be ) but it was contained. Regulated. Understood.

   Hidan’s eyes are cast on the ground toward him, looking beyond the flooring. Without thinking his hand comes to rest over the arm she has wrapped around his waist, remaining silent. 

          Maybe she’d spend the night with him.            Maybe she’d rather hang herself from a fishhook.

@enjeruuingu​​​ says: Kisses him but only when she knows no one is looking, hooking her hand gently around his necklace. ( just like the fanart >:3 ) // 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍

   Always expect the unexpected. A strange saying to live by, but apart of Hidan’s mantra nonetheless. So why does he feel off guard when a force suddenly guides him at the neck by his rosary, both diverting and gaining his attention all at the same time. Then there are lips pressed again his own, and a familiar scent filling his senses. Oh?

   In that moment, he allows her to OWN him ; melting into the little minx’s daring kiss while only allowing himself to get as close to her as she pulled him. As his willpower grew thin, any time her lips would hint at pulling away he’d crane his neck to catch her once more, sporting an arrogant smirk. Only a few seconds pass before his blood is surging south and he’s confessing like a sinner in church:

“Ah, hell...Definitely not where I should be. Hopefully, Nao doesn’t get too pissed at me for bein’ late. Ah well, his fault for forgetting I can’t navigate for shit on my own.”

Tomoko sighed as she ran a hand through her hair, frowning softly. She should probably pay more attention to where she was going, but who the hell had time for that? 

@enjeruuingu​ says: she has another paper bouquet of flowers for him , she's leaving it on his night stand as he lays on the bloodied symbol of his recent ritual . ' try not to over do it this time around , hidan . ' // 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍

    [ . . . Amen ]  Rolling back from the depths of his skull are his irises ; glazed and straining to refocus following the high of his Holy butchery. Prayers were of the utmost importance following a kill. Hidan was thankful when he was allowed the time to actually complete one without being rudely interrupted. So as the choir dies and the hymns reach their end, he lifts at the neck to avert his gaze from the ceiling ; only to find an ORIGAMI BOON laid upon his night stand. 

                           Did she . . . ? 

   NO - such a celestial creature would never step foot in his living quarters. He had tried, countless times both in jest and legitimacy, to have her so much as STAND IN HIS DOORWAY, and every time he’d meet rejection. What purpose did the Akatsuki’s Angel have for delivering such a benevolent gift? AGAIN, no less. The first paper bouquet was a welcome ( warranted ) So what the fuck was this? A bribe? A message? A warning?