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“It’s gonna be okay, there’s help coming soon.”

Hurt/Comfort Roleplay Prompts

Itachi wants to think he can’t believe it.

But he can, actually. 

He never liked Yashiro. He was always the loudest and most aggressive of all of them. And it only got worse after his Father’s passing and Itachi’s induction as clan head.

Itachi hated violence. But he’d refused to bow down to Yashiro, citing that his age didn’t give him any more swaying power in the clan’s affairs.

The man was a coward at heart, but apparently he wasn’t bluffing when he said he’d like to deck Itachi. 

And like the non-violent idiot that he is, Itachi actually took the full punch.

He knows, he knows, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva into the kerchief his wife gave him a few minutes ago. His mother is on his way, and though she isn’t a trained medic, she does keep all manner of supplies on her. 

Maybe Yashiro would straighten himself out if Itachi fired him, or moved him to the back during clan meetings. But that would be exercising too much power, and as angry as he was right now, he still thought he could just talk the man down.

Stupid. 

”Don’t get up yet, you’re still bleeding.”

Hurt/Comfort Roleplay Prompts

Sasuke’s palm pressing against his shoulder means more than his words, because Itachi was about to attempt just that. 

He’s woozy, having lost nearly a pint already, and the thought that he’s ruining Sasuke’s sleeve and several of the balls of yarn strewn about him saddens him more than anything.

In his twenty one years, he’s had a variety of weapons used against him. From fine lines of string, to serrated shuriken and kunai.

Sturdy knitting needles was new. He brought it on himself, really. Disobeyed Sasuke’s orders to go outside without his supervision. He’d only run out of yarn to finish a quilt for his brother. It was meant to be ten minutes there and back. 

“They’re just scared…” he whispers, turning his gaze up in Sasuke’s direction. Please don’t go after them, this is my fault. They’re harmless mothers, acting in the need to protect their children. 

Yet it is Sakura who loses her temper and shouts at the group of women nearby, tending to Itachi’s shoulder just as he passes out due to the blood loss. 

👤🔀👤 :)

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

The situation is….not ideal, to say the least.

Itachi had been attempting to keep a low profile, far away from the village and its happenings, but it’s difficult when the reflection you caught in the window was of blonde hair and blue eyes. 

This meant the woman he woke up next to was….

Itachi doesn’t think he can manage to pull off Naruto’s personality. The bandaged right hand curls into a loose fist, working his way through the home room by room, trying to find any sign that this isn’t real.

A tug on his leg reveals Naruto’s daughter, exuberant and insistent that he sit down for breakfast. Itachi can’t find the will to tell the child no, knowing he must do something to correct this soon. 

👤🔀👤 (sagekisame, enjoy being twice as tall and powerful)

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

Was it normal, he wonders.

To feel a bit of genuine horror at seeing your own body less then a meter away from you? 

At least–

At least it was breathing. Itachi’s hand is trembling. His blue hand. A quick glance in a kunai and he confirmed he was piloting his partner. But why? None of them had done anything out of the ordinary the night before. They traveled across two countries in one night, and set up camp in a dense cluster of trees. 

He reaches over, and prods at his own shoulder. ….Get up.

okay, 👤🔀👤

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

Something is off in the time it takes consciousness to return to him. His body feels ill proportioned, a heavy weight on his chest. Itachi keeps still, listening to the sounds around him, taking in everything before he dares open his eyes.

The mattress he is sleeping on feels softer. More of him is sinking through.

The sheets are of a differing material. The air even smells different. 

But none of that compares to the slow burning internal panic when he sits up and realizes that not only is his location different, so is his body. 

His brain refuses to adjust, making the simple task of slipping out of bed and locating a mirror that much more difficult. It is laborious.

Pale skin, and white eyes. This is a Hyuuga, but Itachi cannot put a name to a face alone, tucking his shirt around his chest tighter in an attempt to flatten it, and alleviate some of the discomfort.

A release is pointless, and only heightens the sinking feeling in his stomach. He can think of nothing in last night’s activities that would merit him waking in a different body, with full motor control. 

The panic must be pushed aside. Itachi locates a stray hair tie on the girl’s dresser, and pulls his hair back. He has to rummage through the girl’s clothes, trying to find something suitable to wear for travel, and something he can layer to flatten the chest further. 

The maids find it odd that Hinata doesn’t greet them on her way out. Her new hairstyle looks nice, however. 

Surely the Leaf will not mind if he borrows one of their messenger hawks to send Kisame a message. Itachi would just leave right now… but he remembers that the Hyuuga clan are even more possessive of their own than the Uchiha ever were. 

‘👤🔀👤 (can we do this?)

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

This isn’t good. 

This is one of the worst possible situations he could think of. And he’s still racking his brain trying to figure out exactly how this happened. The Yamanaka are famous for a jutsu which takes control of another’s body, but… 

Was this actually reciprocal? Was Sasuke running around in his body?

The room he’s in is dark, and musty. Only two candles near the door illuminate anything. But it’s not as if Itachi doesn’t know where he is.

This is one of Orochimaru’s bases. Somewhere Sasuke knew–

If he’s escaped from Kisame he’s likely returning here…

Itachi takes a deep breath, tipping his head back, eyes firmly shut. Just relax, Itachi. You need to get out of here, and find Kisame.

👤🔀👤

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

The sound of the alarm clock going off at 5:30 sharp actually terrifies Itachi. He awakes with such a jolt, straight up onto a sitting position, fists balled at his side.

…This isn’t the inn Kisame selected.

Brows furrow, as his vision clears and he’s presented with a single person room. There’s a problem when the edges aren’t blurred, and when the entryways are clear in his sight. 

Performing a genjutsu release serves no purpose, and Itachi is left staring at his hands. The skin is darker… 

Wary of his surroundings, he exits the bed slowly, inspecting the nearby rooms to make sure that he’s truly alone. Channeling chakra to his eyes proves useless, but at least the attempt is made.

The face in the mirror is one he does not recognize. But the flak jacket hung tidy behind the bathroom door tells him that whomever he is inhabiting is a Shinobi of the Leaf.

…Wonderful. 

He does not plan to stay and play pretend. Itachi finds whatever clothes are suitable for travel and packs whichever weapons are available. 

If his hunch is correct, then this shinobi was in his body in return. It presents a load of problems, not only for himself but for Kisame. 

Umino Iruka never does show up for class, but rumour has it he was seen exiting the village gates, with quite the scowl. 

Here have a reason to rant about SasuIta

Sasuke/Itachi

The Mun’s rating || NOTP / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / BROTP / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / OTP

The Mun’s thoughts || Sasuke and Itachi come in a variety of flavors. There’s the more popular Problematic™flavor, in which Sasuke is inbetween his Post-Truth period and before the 4th War Period. He’ll do anything to keep his  brother by his side. He’ll kill for him, even if not necessary. His brother belongs to him and he’ll make sure Itachi knows it. Anyone who so much as touches Itachi will be cut into tiny little pieces.

Then there’s the fluffy “We just want to settle” flavor, in which Sasuke is 35 years old and is tired of fighting and knows he wouldn’t win against the village anyways. All he wants is to be with his brother. He can’t fight for a pardon or justice, or anything else like that, but his brother makes him happy and that’s his only wish. He’s not even specifically possessive, either, and will gladly let people interact with Itachi as long as they aren’t obviously a threat, and in that case he’ll let Itachi take care of it himself first. Please, just let us rest. That’s all we ask.

The Muse’s rating || Fuck NO / Totally bros. / don’t know… / I’d ship it.

The Muse’s thoughts || “….”

MadaIta

Madara/Itachi

The Mun’s rating || NOTP / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / BROTP / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / OTP

The Mun’s thoughts || This ship has the potential to be an awful, awful pairing (which I want anyways, lol). Especially if we’re talking a Madara who’s personality is canon. Imagine if he was actually himself and not Obito during all those years. He’d twist Itachi around his finger more forcefully. You don’t get away with shit talking to Madara, you’re gonna get your hair yanked or a bone almost broken. Madara knows he’s more powerful and will force respect.

On the other side of the spectrum is Dei’s Madara, who not only rescued the relationship between himself and Sasuke, but retired them as Shinobi and moved them to another continent entirely. That was, and likely still is, Itachi’s first healthy (in all ways) relationship on this blog. 

The Muse’s rating ||  NO / Totally bros. / don’t know / I’d ship it.

The Muse’s thoughts || “No.”