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You: Send me a Shisui ship and I will try and make it work
Me, taking aim to throw my Anko/Shisui at you: (ﾉ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Yo! ✨
Well, I'm a man* of my word~
Shisui/Anko is such a good ship 👀 I know I have them in HOPE AU as like "frenemies who have ST" but i could so easily twist that into an actually cohesive relationship...!
Let's get into the details..
Anko and Shisui work because of a few very tasty ingredients:
1) They both have experience with being devoted to the guidance of a superior only to have that thrown back in their face. For Shisui, he believed Danzo was helping (alongside Sarutobi) him stop the unrest without bloodshed only for Danzo to stab Shisui in the back, steal his bloodline, and hunt him for dead and then later orchestrate the massacre. Anko was devoted to Orochimaru, her sensei, only to discover his experimental atrocities and be left behind when he fled, a cursed seal fucking with her chakra in a village that now distrusted and reviled her. Talk about empathetic parallels!
2) they're fucked up in similar but varying ways. Anko embraces and plays on it, she enjoys toying with others and making them squirm and she's made a career out of the more unsettling branches of Shinobi work. Shisui is easy going and socially adept but underneath this lurks the potential for great violence and even greater mental fuckery. Anko might have you tripping balls as she rips out your fingernails but Shisui will manipulate you so good that you won't even remember the pain wasn't your idea. Together, they're a safe space of appreciation and acceptance of each other's viciousness without the need to moderate or sanitise their darkness.
3) they can match energy. Anko is extroverted and Shisui is an ambivert. This means that Anko can tear across the town and Shisui will grin and run even faster (this turns into a very dangerous game of tag that makes every single other person in Konoha wish the happy couple would cut them a break) because their energies feeds off each other. They'll fuck with people as a double act (getting Genma in on this is very dangerous) and bitch together. Shisui is technically the nicer one to approach but Anko is rarely far behind if she spots someone talking to him (and vice versa, although interrupting Anko is more because Shisui wants to witness the conversation OR to take pity on her victim). When they're in their Bad Feels, there is an unspoken level of understanding and any raging and/or wallowing will be done together (whilst Shisui is more likely to mope, Anko might lash out, and Shisui knows exactly how to handle the choking clutch of feeling too much, it's all good)
4) the nickname potential. Shisui will straight up call Anko 'my partner in crime' instead of gf.
Mikoto: your girlfriend? Lover? Other half?
Shisui: my inmate.
Meanwhile, Anko is torturing everyone within hearing distance
Anko: boytoy, wifey, victim, bitch, Twunk, stalker, pet project, sugar baby, parole officer
Shisui: :) yes?
Everyone else: 👁️👄👁️
Basically i think they're so much fun- angsty, yeah ofc, but with such potential for shenanigans too!
Shisui: so there's this plot for a coup and I'm trying to stop it and it's really stressful and also I'm missing an eye, babe, because Danzo betrayed me and stole it ;'(((
Anko: *already priming a massive fucking bomb* do you have his address? Nevermind, we'll hit every important building on the way-
Long story short- a great ship! Enjoy, Anon✨
#torship#torship talks#shisui#ask#anon#shisui shipping#shisui x anko#ShiKo#anko#tw anko#lol#tw violence mention
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The dichotomy of T&I Obito at its finest
#naruto#Naruto Shippuden#uchiha obito#Obito#jounin obito#t&i obito#mitarashi anko#anko#obito and anko#naruto au#naruto shippuden au#my art#it's been some time since I last drew these two#I feel as if I draw better now... or at least I draw Anko better lmao#ANYWAYS#tw: violence#tw: mentions of torture#tw: mentions of death#one would think they're about to battle in the bottom drawing#but no. they're just judging and mad someone messed with their dango#priorities amirite
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imagine taking sex ed but the teacher is kakashi yelling about how important condoms are
That would be a horrible idea
He may read pervy books in public, but he does not want to be the sex ED teacher
#ask#tw pregnancy mention#kakashi would be quick with out details and probably be weirded out having to explain this to a classroom#Iruka is 10x worse than kakashi on being embarrassed but will still try to take it seriously#Gai would definitely be the teacher that has random objects to prove condoms can fit every side#anko would find the absolute worst std photos to keep these kids honest#honestly the only one that would have a normal set Ed class would probably be Asuma#kurenai wouldn’t be a bad choice either but wouldn’t take the kids jokes as easily as Asuma
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jesus fucking christ
#tw: kelly#call of the night#uguisu anko#👁👄👁#i started reading call of the last night on a whim and ended up speeding through the whole thing#i thought it was going to be trashy but reasonably engaging from the way it started#but by chapter 20 it was straight up Good#i can only describe it as having taken a grip of its best core elements and refining them over time#i don't think that happens very often so i was elated#i was not expecting it to be so emotionally mature and nuanced regarding feelings and relationships#the whole experience was a very pleasant surprise!#anyway anko. some motivations i felt like i had to stretch my suspension of disbelief to buy into but they at the core still make sense#but she treads treads that line of simultaneously extremely and unnecessarily cool and profoundly sad and pathetic and that is so tasty#she doesn't become a less entertaining character once she has her character development moment and i'm glad about that
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hot..... hotel..... hotel tr...... transyl....... transylvania....... aughh......
suggestive next pic 🫢
#nordics#aph nordics#hotel transylvania au!#hws norway#aph norway#hws denmark#aph denmark#dennor#anko family#hws iceland#aph iceland#hws sealand#aph sealand#hws ladonia#aph ladonia#obsessed with sealand ladonia brother duo#ik sealand is technically older but he just keeps giving annoying younger brlther#vampire norway#augh#tw suggestive#last pic#i wanted it to be smexy but I got emotional when drawing it because im hashtag lonely#bringing smexy back as a word
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Summary of the Question: Anko is hitting on Naruto while Tayuya is acting like a tsundere for him. Female Kiba is tired of it! She is going to either lick or bite him and mark him as his. That will get the snake bitch and the flute bitch to back off.
"Back you, Snake B*tch! Flute B*tch! He is mine!"
Anko and Tayuya blinked at the rough, barking voice from Kibiya who was giving Naruto a strong, possessive grip as the duo watched in stunned disbelief at the next sequential action of the female Inuzuka of giving Naruto lick and hard bite on the side of the neck to display her status as his mate.
"What the f#ck/Oh hell no!" Tayuya and Anko shouted as they marched toward the smug-looking Inuzuka with murder in their eyes.
#naruto#naruto uzumaki#fem!kiba inuzuka#anko mitarashi#tayuya#tayuya naruto#shipping post#shipping prompt#narukiba#tw possessive behavior#tw bite marks
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Captioned Gifs 9B (Kasuna and Anko)
Anko tossed her hair back as her perverted nephew fucked her from behind. "Oh fuck Kasuna!! We should have been doing this sooner.."
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Hi! Hope you are having a great day! I certainly am thanks to your lovable work! Akami is such a believable and lovable character!
I’m curious if she feels a sense of kinship with Anko due to their relationship with Orochimaru, despite only one being blood related. Or if their relationship is different with other jonin/tukbetsu jonin squad.
On a more lighter note, how does Akami like her eggs? Poached, sunny side up etc? Also between Kakashi and Akami who would win in a drinking contest?
Thank you again for sharing your talent and creativity!
Oh this is so sweet of you to say dear nonnie <33 I am a tad hungover lol but otherwise I am well, better now thanks to your considerate ask and kind words! It means a lot to me 🥹
My blabby answer is under the cut!
Akami feels a tad uneasy around Anko and vice versa.
-I imagine the curse mark isn’t something Anko would speak about freely and while she knows that Akami is not her father it’d still be hard to be around her.
-I think that Akami would keep her distance because she might harbor a bit of guilt/shame about it—and instead of trying to build a relationship she’d probably avoid those kinds of interactions at all costs—-though I do have a scene between the two planned down the line ! (Where they discuss it more)
-I think post war their relationship might be better.
Akami’s two years younger than Kakashi (who I HC is already on the younger end of the jonin squad) so Akami wasn’t in the Academy with them and went right into Anbu after graduation—she really only formed relationships with them because of Kakashi. She’s closest to Gai and Asuma of that gang.
Tenzo is her best friend but he doesn’t get lumped in with the jonin group until much later imo. (Actually funny u bring this up because I touch more on this next chapter!)
sunny side up is probably her favorite, that’s always how Kakashi cooks them or when he’s feeling ✨extra✨ he makes the most delicious omurice—although an 8 yr old Sasuke made her scrambled eggs one morning and they were a little over cooked and a bit too salty but they hold a special place in her heart because of it, so she tells him it’s her favorite and when he wants to cook for her as a kid he makes that and all by himself<33
She will not admit to liking hard boiled eggs—she swears that was all she saw her father eat growing up (it’s orochimaru’s favorite lol)
Oh Kami drinks Kashi under the table even on his best day.
-While I think he can handle himself, and can probably drink quite a bit, to me he’s too much of like a ‘solider’ to have that many vices — and his mainly is in the form of erotic literature.
-Akami on the other hand collects her vices like they are Knick-knacks.
thanks for the thoughtful ask, take care <33
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Anko pokes the open wound on his arm with a nice squish. A little bubble of blood pools up and out.
"Aah, what the-," he whispers exasperatedly at the unexpected sharpness of the angry pain. Frustrated, the Anbu pushes the wounded arm against the other's torso and then uses both hands to shove her violently off and away from him. "Get off me. Leave me alone."
Tiny threads of cloth from her jacket stick to the dirty claret half-dried flesh on his arm. The fresh bloody teardrops Anko squeezed out lazily roll along the cragged moist scabs that begin to form. The gaping wound is pulsating with rage and Tenzo keeps imagening scorching the skin with ember as though that would relieve the pain at all. More than anything, he's angry at himself for allowing this to happen. It's inconvenient and embarassing. The pain is already spreading in the vessels of his arm and judging by his hot and cold flashes, the thing is infected badly. Tenzo grabs his bottle of water and empties the small rest on top of the mess. Diluted blood runs in streams down his arms. "You're a bitch sometimes, Anko."
#mitarashi#gore tw#ask#hi i returned from war maybe i think#i read kinky anko/tenzo smut and now i cant stop thinking about it#it was a little scarring tbh
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bweh. kind of vent-ish, here's some of my writing. tw // physical violence (getting slapped), self depreciation and suicide
I run, feet scrapping against the concrete floor. My thoughts are an entangled mess, my confusion — my fear — my *sadness* making me unable to think straight. To put order in my mind.
I don't know where I'm going. Nowhere, maybe. Some isolated place where no one would find me ever again. Where no one could lie to me again.
My cheek is red; I can still feel his hand against it, as if it never left. It will bruise later, a proof of what he's done to me. To his own niece. Like it was normal, like it was deserved, like *he'd dreamed of doing that for so long*. Like it was all he'd ever wanted. The pain is stifled by the adrenaline, but I know — I just *know* — that it could never be worse than what my poor heart's going through.
I can feel it, right there, deep down, breaking into pieces and pieces and pieces upon pieces until nothing's left of it, nothing at all, and I find myself with an empty cavity in my chest where it once was.
My head is spinning. Tears filing my eyes, falling and falling and falling. I haven't been able to stop them yet. Do I want to?
I want to cry and sob and weep and scream and *grieve*. I want to let it all out. I want to exist. I want to live. It hurts. I want to die. I'll never be anything. I'm too much.
I run and run and run. Kohane called out to me — "An-chan, wait! Don't go!" But she never came after me. None of them did. Why, I don't know. I still don't. I never will. It's all pointless.
I didn't wait to get away. Kohane would never want me now. I didn't want to be more pathetic to her eyes than I already was. She must hate me too, now. I could never be a good partner to her. To anyone.
And Akito. And Toya. And of all of them. And my dad, and Taiga, and Nagi, and everyone I ever loved — Haruka, Mizuki, Rui. And anyone who ever believed in me. And all of them.
I hate him, I hate him for everything. Why? Why did this happen to me? Did I deserve it? Did I do something? Was my mere existence enough to punish me like this? Why? Why why why why—
I run and run and run and run.
To where?
Somewhere.
I run and run and run and run.
Without end.
#🎙️ anko#my writing#not tagging much because this is mostly based on exomemories#tw // physical violence#tw // self depreciation#tw // suicide#mostly mentions#see ya
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@apocalypta-secundus continued from here
“Entirely possible,” the other noted, not commenting on their companion’s shudder; the myriad possibilities were gruesome, indeed. Inhaling a deep lungful of the air, they channeled chakra to their nose to enhance their already-impressive sense of perception. Most ANBU masks didn’t contain features that would lend themselves to scent-based tracking and sensing, but the snarling visage of a canid that gave Wolf their codename had openings to allow them to do their work as best as possible. With barely a twitch of their fingers, they instructed their ninken to fan out and see what they could find, ensuring that anything they themself missed would still be picked up. (The saying about two pairs of eyes being better than one came to mind, though in this case, it was that four sets of noses would be better than one.) “The blood’s rather fresh,” they reported, amicable enough even despite the difference between their personality as Wolf and their personality as Hana.
“We may find the one -- or ones -- responsible soon enough.”
#apocalypta-secundus#Snake Charmer (Anko)#The Alpha's Daughter (Hana)#Konohagakure's Wolf (Hana's Mainverse | Canon Shippuden)#IC#RP#TW Blood#Blood TW#Blood#((This took five years I'M SORRY.))
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Another Year
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tw: discussion of past suicidal ideation
wc: 1.4k
summary: you know that feeling when you've been suicidal but today's your birthday and you're not totally sure how you got here? it's that, but kakashi. hurt/comfort. happy birthday my dude
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Happy birthday.
He looked at the clock on the nightstand, four zeros staring back at him. September fifteenth. Another year survived. Great.
Knowing sleep was a lost cause, he got up and took a shower. After that, he grabbed one of the containers of rolled egg and rice that he had prepared earlier in the week. He ate it cold, leaning against the kitchen counter, deliberately not thinking. Then he finished getting dressed, checked the contents of his pack, and headed out to the cemetery to begin his day.
He spoke to Minato-sensei first. He and Kushina had always been big fans of birthdays. For each one that they celebrated as part of their team, Kushina had gone above and beyond with decorations and surprises while Minato handled the treats and baked goods. There was one year that Obito had tripped as he moved to blow the candles out on an elaborate tiered cake and had faceplanted directly into the confection. Rin had nearly collapsed in a giggling fit when he removed his icing-covered goggles and shook sprinkles out of his hair. The whole incident was blamed on Kakashi somehow, Obito insisting he had deliberately untied his laces so that he would fall and make a fool of himself. That was a good year.
Rin was next. She was also a fan of birthdays, but respected that Kakashi wasn’t. She wouldn’t remind others of the date, but she always got him a gift. He had to admit she had an incredible skill for picking the perfect practical, yet sentimental gifts. The year she give him a set of sealing scrolls in his favorite color that she had worked with Kushina to tailor so only he could use the seal was one that stood out to him. She had been so proud of herself and spent the following week scrubbing chakra-laced ink stains off of her skin.
Third came Obito. He had barely known his own birthday, let alone when anyone else’s was. He was liked enough to be invited to his former classmate’s parties, and Rin made sure to remind him several times before each one whose birthday it was and what gifts they might like. His gifts were usually things he scrambled together anyway, like most of a chocolate bar with a handwritten note. Kakashi had once given him a training guide full of katas for academy students, telling him the material inside might be difficult but he believed he’d be up to the challenge. After two days working on the forms during their training sessions, a passing Anko cackled as she told him that she’d learned the same thing yesterday and could already do it with better technique. That had been one of the few times they all heard Kakashi genuinely laugh.
He finished by stepping off to the side, approaching the lonely stone out of the way. He couldn’t remember how his dad felt about birthdays, but he did remember the last one they had celebrated together. Sakumo had said he could have anything he wanted for dinner, and he had been so excited to try the eggplant from the garden. All day, he searched for recipes to use it in. Miso soup was something he was already familiar with, and it could only be improved with the addition of grilled eggplant. They prepared the meal together and both sat under the tatami with a heaping portion. While he had since perfected the recipe over the years, there was something he would never forget about that first bowl.
Kakashi took a moment to allow himself to miss his old team. Now that he had become a jonin sensei, he understood more about how Minato had always tried his best with them, and the three new genin of his own reminded him so much of those he had outlived. They didn’t know when his birthday was, despite this being the second one he’d had since they started taking missions together. They really didn’t know much of anything about him, though. He’d made sure of that.
The sunlight filtering through the trees told him it was time to head to the training grounds to get his own workout in and still have time to disappear before the genin arrived to be casually late again. He wondered if they would ever catch on. A smile crept underneath his mask as he remembered when Gai had finally figured it out.
Konoha’s Noble Green Beast had been trying to catch him for a test of rivalry for weeks. It was around the time Kakashi had joined ANBU, and he was an expert in evading detection and had insider information on all the good hiding spots in the village. It took a while, but his success was well worth the effort. Once he established which building Kakashi hid in the most often, it was easy enough to arrange food, drinks, desserts, and all their friends to be waiting for him. Gai had chased him down on his birthday, discretely pushing him closer and closer to the surprise party. As much as he hated the attention, the dedication and level of care Gai had put in nearly brought him to tears at the time.
And while in ANBU, there was the time he had worked with Itachi and Shisui to plant a trail of wooden blocks leading to the break room where he waited with cupcakes and all of Team Ro to sing happy birthday. It was the first time he had heard it sung to him as Tenzo, and his blush stretched all the way to his happuri. Itachi swore he saw a flower start to sprout from his thick brown hair, but Tenzo had denied the claim vehemently. Yugao pulled out a single sake bottle and they all passed it around, even allowing the youngest members a small sip. That was only a few weeks before the team split.
He checked in for his usual training ground, then headed over. It was strange to think he was another year older. Originally, he hadn’t planned to be older than thirteen. Then it was fifteen, sixteen, seventeen… when had he finally decided to live? To his knowledge, he stopped actively thinking about suicide around twenty-four. Now, he was twenty-eight. Had he really made it four years without wanting to die?
When he had first talked to Rin about suicide, she listened attentively and calmly, letting him speak at his pace and only pressing him when she needed clarification about if he had a plan and what it might be. She reassured him that plenty of shinobi considered it at one point or another, given the amount of death they see on a regular basis. And with his father’s history, he was at an increased risk of suicidality, but with a support system, he had an advantage in surviving past this. She and Gai remained by his side whenever possible, and Minato and Kushina dropped by his apartment once a week to drop off food “leftovers” and check the state of his home life. Ultimately it was Rin who gave the piece of advice he held on to most dearly.
“Whenever you take a moment to reflect on what’s happening around you, be glad that you’re here to experience it. In the happy moments, the neutral, and sometimes even the sad—take a beat and remember that you’re only a part of this because you are still here, and be grateful that you haven’t killed yourself.”
This, he thought, was one of those moments.
The wave of emotion staggered him. In that moment she first said it, he had scoffed because there didn’t seem to be an event worth being alive for. But despite that, over time he had collected dozens.
Watching a giddy Kurenai kiss Asuma on the cheek and seeing the cigarette he was about to light falling to the ground as his jaw dropped. Minato’s Hokage ceremony, and the baby shower Kushina had in the Hokage’s quarters a few weeks later. The pranks played with different members of Team Ro. Passing his chunin exam on the first try. The never-ending challenges with Gai.
Remembering all the times the elder Ino-Shika-Cho trio had traded off babysitting him while his father was delayed on missions in the field. The time Jiraiya and Orochimaru spent teaching him about summoning animals. Tsunade giving him a cup of watered-down sake when he got his wisdom teeth taken out, and the hell Minato had raised after.
Somehow, he had built a life outside of the trauma he had endured.
Somehow, he found reasons to live and things worth staying alive for.
And despite all odds, he celebrated another birthday.
#kakashi fanfiction#kakashi hurt/comfort#kakashi hatake#tw suicide mention#kakashi angst#happy birthday kakashi
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How does Anko and Hana take Deku fighting outside the system? Do they support it, or not?
Anko is very much fine with Deku fighting outside the system as she doesn't have much faith in the system due to it corruption and incompetence in bringing true justice.
While Hana very much disapprove of how Deku taking the law by his hand and how it cause more problem than it solves.
#naruto#hana inuzuka#anko mitarashi#my hero academia#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#deku#super au#super au ask#vigilante au#vigilante au ask#tw: vigilantism#vigilantism#crossover au#crossover au ask
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He grunted and pulled on her nipples, throbbing in her throat while I stuffed her slutty cunt over and over again. "Make him cum, baby girl..."
Anko moaned and sucked the stranger off expertly, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat with every stroke.
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