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Minecraftttt and/or 1C & 1E for senju siblings of your choice

my choice u say??? i bet u weren't expecting... me to be disproportionately attached to kawarama and itama

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Two little beans on their way to the market 🌼

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aranlae​:

HE THOUGHT ITAMA A CRUEL CHILD .𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆 ?     Hashirama, for his defiance of the status quo, had suffered under their father after Kawarama’s passing. Itama’s question sounded like an accusation, and it made Hashirama cold and angry.

❝ All anyone wants is revenge, and all everyone does is DIE … ❞ His soft voice like a burning cinder belied the storm underneath his skin. ❝ If it meant anything to you, it means that it has to stop. ❞

And order Itama he will, for he wanted nothing more than the boy to get out of his sight. Hashirama ever hated the pain in his heart, and more the ones who caused harm there intentionally. ❝ I will dispatch you to the southern borders, and for the whole duration you will submit to the sole command of our second brother, Tobirama. His platoon will leave within the week. Am I clear ? ❞ Hashirama neglected to say that Tobirama should have answered the State’s incursion two weeks ago. It matters little, as long as Itama wasn’t going anywhere near Uchiha territory from here on out.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖. Itama could not believe the anger that Hashirama displayed through his tone. That was not what he wanted. He found strength in Hashirama, he aspired to be like him; powerful, strong, and with a great will. And for Hashirama to be looking at him like that; as if Itama had been the one to kill Kawarama.

His anger subsided, leaving only the hurtful clenching of his heart as his dual-coloured eyes sought something to stare at, unable to look into Hashirama's brown ones. 〝  Why...？〞he choked, unable to finish his question. The sobs were wrenched out of his throat despite his greatest effort to contain them. When he got his sobbing under control for a little he bit, he asked, 〝  Why are you depriving me of the one thing that could make me atone for my mistake？〞

〝  Kawarama is dead because he was a child sent to war. I may follow him soon．〞His breath hitched. With one sleeved arm, he rubbed aggressively at his eyes. His weakness only showed before Hashirama—never anyone else. 〝  And I shall follow him the way he went，〞 Itama muttered, closing his eyes in a silent vow. 

Though, he had to think of another plan. Because, no matter what he wanted, he could never disobey direct orders from his brother and clan leader. 

#aranlae #aranlae | Senju Hashirama #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

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Uchiha Takami has just found out that Kawarama (whom he has ignored entirely for at least two months, due to a family crisis which he did not deign to inform Kawarama of) has been telling everyone that they broke up, and is now having one night stands with other people.  Does he:

�� A)  Tragically accept losing the love of his life and go deliver a gift to remind Kawarama of him,

>B)  Set all Kawarama’s one night stands’ houses on fire before informing Kawarama that there definitely was no breakup (breaking up is illegal) so let’s fuck,

  C)  Act like he has some idea what the word “reasonable” means

#Senju Kawarama #YESSS

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aranlae​:

HASHIRAMA HAD DEMANDED ITAMA’S SILENCE WHILE HE LOOKED OVER HIM , lest any words provoke the elder Senju leader and remove from him the facade of a medic and healer. The newly returned youngest son of the Senju clan had put all in the clan to turmoil. Not only for the inadequate efforts   (   or failure.   )   of their search teams, but also the prospect of a random power calling the repayment of debt in the future. Strangely, there was no trace of identification to be found. Hashirama thought whoever this saviour was, they either knew their place well, or were incredibly dumb.

Only when all was in order did Hashirama have the width of mind to entertain a reason.

Itama lowered his eyes, refusing to look into his brother’s stare. ❝ I’m trying to make amends, ❞ @circlesofstrength whispered, Kawarama’s face flashing through his mind. 

❝ It was not up to you, ❞ he said sternly. There was no mercy in Hashirama for disobedience, and it would be for Itama’s own good if the youngest learned this quickly. ❝ You acted without my orders and it almost cost you your life. That you live is your fortune, and whatever good hands managed to look at you before I did. See to it that you do not squander your life again, else you will accomplish nothing before your time. ❞

ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Itama always regarded his brother highly, always wanting to please him and make him proud. He stood before him, lower lip trembling as he fought hard to stop his tears from falling. Though, his quiet sniffles betrayed him. He was healed now, able to stand on his feet without wincing in pain, but right now, he found that it hurt much more in his chest than the ghost of the wound on his back.

And to be frank, Itama never thought the clan would suffer without him. He was only a young shinobi, a child soldier. No one important. Yes, he was the son of Senju Butsuma, yes he was brother to Senju Hashirama, but that all accounted to nothing if he couldn't even avenge his brother's death. He was the reason he died and he wasn't strong enough to take revenge against his murderers. 

His fist clenched by his sides as his sadness quickly morphed into righteous anger. 〝  You want me to sit aside as Kawarama's death remains unavenged？〞 Itama looked into Hashirama's eyes, pleading as his tears flowed freely now, leaving wet tracks along his cheeks. 〝  Did Kawarama mean nothing？〞

Do I mean nothing？ He wanted to scream. They were all forced into this war, and if their death went as if mere cattle had just died...then what was the point of it all？All these meaningless deaths.

〝  Then order me, Nii-san,  〞 he demanded, his anger turning into strong wilfulness. 〝  Let me do something right. Let me accomplish something before my time. 〞

#aranlae #aranlae | Senju Hashirama #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

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aranlae​:

MADARA BLINKED . How was he to reject a request without speaking at all ? He thought quite hard about it as he quickly sprinkled a numbing powder over the expanse of Itama’s back, trying to make the work as quick as possible. Once the medicine sets into the blood stream, it should dull the pain further for treatment to start. it was only a localised anaesthesia, a very rare medicine that the Uchiha clan didn’t have a lot of, but he managed to procure it.

Before Madara could reply, Itama was already acting on his own accord ! It gave the Uchiha heir quite a shock, really, and he hummed a little ❝ Huh ? ❞ in surprise. Quickly, a gloved hand was set on Itama’s shoulder, squeezing firmly with a singular, ❝ No. ❞ Indeed, there was no need for it. Uchiha Madara was certainly not low in chakra, but Itama cannot know that, and much less who he was. He didn’t know Itama’s full skillset, and cannot risk any form of identification.

A pail was filled with water from a separate bottle. Madara gave the numbing powder some moments to work while keeping a keen eye on Itama’s movements, making sure that the younger Senju did not remove the blindfold at any point in time. Then, Madara started dabbing the outer peripheral of the wound with a clean wet cloth, with intention to remove much of the dead blood and dirt there. From what he knew, an open laceration like this would require an antibiotic ointment before gauze, before actual bandages to keep that gauze in place. While an Uchiha had perfect recall, he sorely wished his technique was good enough to not cause Itama too much discomfort.

ᴏʜ, sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴋ. Itama thought about the peculiarity of it. But it was only a couple of short words, so his saviour might be having speech problems. The boy nodded his head in acknowledgment, or what he hoped to convey as, and stopped riling up his chakra. The pain lessened until it was not but a dull ache; a reminder of his wound but quiet enough to not cause him much discomfort. 〝Thank you,〞 Itama said in the general direction of the other boy. He lost count to how many times he had thanked him, but the young Senju thought he didn't show his gratitude enough. 

〝You can talk,〞 Itama started, as a way of passing the time, eliminating any awkwardness that might settle. 〝This might be the first time I talk to someone outside of my clan,〞 he admitted, taking yet another spoonful of his delicious food. It wasn't hard to figure out that this boy wasn't a Senju. A Senju would have brought him back immediately to the compound and he would have had to face the wrath of Butsuma. 〝Usually, I am accompanied by my older brother. His name is Tobirama, and he refuses to leave my side after...〞 

...Kawarama's death.

Itama's whole body slumped as he tried not to fall into a depressive episode. 〝Our brother...he...died on a mission a few years ago,〞 he found himself saying, finding comfort in confiding into a new soul. 〝I trained to avenge his death. But, I am still too weak!〞 his voice trembled as he fought the lump in his throat. His appetite was suddenly gone as his mind kept flashing images of that fateful day, reminding Itama why he had stupidly gone on that mission alone. He had abandoned Hashirama's side and went to seek revenge, and almost got himself killed in the process.

Stupid. Stupid Stupid.

He let his hands fall to his sides, the bowl of food balanced precariously on his lap, as he felt the boy working on his back. It burned a bit, but the pain was dulled enough to not let him shy away from the touch. And either way, his emotional pain far exceeded whatever pain a physical wound might spawn.

#aranlae #aranlae | Uchiha Madara #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ #food mention #injury tw #depression mention

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hatredcurse​:

@circlesofstrength | Itama  ❝ i have no wish to rule! no taste for duty! i am not suited. ❞

“Then don’t.”

Simple, matter-of-fact about the ordeal. Tobirama sat at his low table, brush to paper trying to finalize the last bit of paperwork he had left from this week’s affairs. The cold season wearing him in with fatigue, as evident through the dark circles beneath his eyes. “There is no need to rule, if you don’t wish to,” one pen stroke between words,” though, you cannot rule out the possiblity that you might have to in the event something happens to the rest of us.”

Tobirama isn’t, at least he did not want to be anything like their father, so he switched his tone to something more cordial. A soft enunciation of his words in the absence of expressive intonation,” it sounds like you feel as if you are suited to something else. What is that else?”

ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏʙɪʀᴀᴍᴀ's ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ. But, he needed his brother's guidance, so no matter how blunt and straightforward he Tobirama would be, Itama would listen. To an extent. He could not shake the petulant pout that found its way to his lips, as he crossed his arms in defiance.

〝You make it sound like it will not happen, but it will.〞 He huffed, plopping down on the floor ungracefully next to Tobirama. 〝The clan looks up to you and Hashirama nii-san. Makes me feel inadequate.〞 He peered over to see what Tobirama was doing, then wrinkled his face in boredom. 〝I certainly will not be doing that.〞 He pointed out with a roll of his eyes. Though, maybe paperwork was more of a Tobirama-thing.

Itama's waspish behaviour lessened a bit as he contemplated Tobirama's words in his mind. What did he want to do? Well, considering his training, Itama wanted the thrill of missions, to go out there and fulfill his duty to the clan on the battlefield. Hidden in the shadows, striking from the trees. 〝Paperwork, office work, no.〞 He swatted his hand from side to side to emphasise his refusal. 〝I want to go on missions. I want to eliminate our opposers,〞 he mumbled, closing his fist as if crushing an orange. 

#hatredcurse #hatredcurse | Senju Tobirama #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ

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5 Senses Development Questions!

Hear:

How would you describe the sound of your muse’s voice?

What sorts of music do they like to listen to?

If they had to pick three songs to listen to for the rest of their life, what would those three songs be?

What’s their favorite sound?

Their least favorite sound?

Touch:

What’s one of your muse’s favorite textures?

What does their skin feel like? Smooth? Rough?

Do they like maintaining a skincare routine? 

Are there any textures that your muse doesn’t like? Why?

How often do they clip their nails? Do they bite them?

Sight:

Is their vision good, or do they need glasses or contacts?

Do they like to use their glasses or contacts if they need them?

What is your muse’s visual aesthetic? (eg: outfits, colors, etc.)

What normal looking objects appear ugly to your muse? 

Are they good or bad at winking?

Smell:

What does your muse smell like?

Favorite candle scent?

What sorts of shampoo scents do they like?

What’s their favorite smell?

What’s their least favorite smell?

Taste:

If your muse had a taste, how would you describe it?

Are they more of a sweet or salty person?

What flavor lip balm do they usually use?

Do they lick, or do they bite?

What’s their favorite meal to make / eat?

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hatredcurse​:

“Mm, petty house fighting?” he sympathized with him, regardless of what the situation might be.

Izuna welcomed himself to the soft dirt next to him, looking at nothing in particular, but his own reflection in clear water. “I wanted some fresh air. Got far too involved with my own head, and well, now I’m here.” He said with a smile. “Are you skipping rocks or just sitting around. It is a nice day today,” a small comment to keep the ambient reverb echoing.

"Err...you could say that." Itama brushed the back of his head with his free hand, ruffling the white of his hair. "I do not wish to train righ now," he answered truthfully.

Itama looked at the rock in his palm. "I am trying to control my chakra," he said. "Infusing it with the rock." For some reason, his brain lacked the necessary words. To demonstrate what he meant, he aimed the rock at the other side of the river, precisely at the body of the hill. It flew like one of his kunai with enough speed to embed in the dirt. "But instead of that, I want to keep the rock afloat." He shrugged his shoulders. "It is nothing compared to what my brothers can achieve." 

A mischievous glint found its way to his coloured eyes, "you try." He threw a rock at Izuna.

#hatredcurse #hatredcurse | Uchiha Izuna #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju

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A consoling I know from Izuna when Itama voiced his reasoning. The Uchiha had crueler viewpoints born from a crooked philosophy pioneered by Indra. He believed that death will kickstart their blissful reincarnation into the next life and this violator did not earn that mercy. Not quite yet, not without proper send off. Politics came before spirituality, naturally.

“No,” he said, toneless. “They have enough that they shouldn’t need to fuss about nameless dissents.” It was a verbal formality. The real reason was the clan leaders should not know the specifics of these activities. It might corrode the already fragile alliance between the ruling clans and Izuna couldn’t afford that as a clan leader himself. Not to mention the unknown status of Itama (to Izuna) within his ranks, he didn’t want to risk his reputation either.

While the moon was still bright in a cloudless sky, the Uchiha procured a small, thick blade from his belt. “Itama, hold him down. I’ll silence him,” he ordered him. He was already testing the blade on exposed skin, forcing a pitiful whimper from an already depraved man. 

“As for that message, we’ll write it from the pool in his mouth. You compose it and I’ll approve it.” 

  Itama could only agree with Izuna's words. The youngest Senju rarely ever issued orders of his own, content with being a sword that slashes or a knife that stabs. He didn't think of himself as a mere tool, though, he'd rather voice out his opinions if he deemed them fit in the state of affairs. And he would gladly refuse orders or alter his course of actions if the situation called for it. He was not mindless, he'd just prefer if he didn't think much about his endeavours lest he hesistated. 

"Ah, you are right. The less they know, the better." Itama hummed in thought. "However, it must not be known it was our doing." He gestured with a hand over the pathetic man. "We should be discrete." Subtlety and cautioun were in his job description as an assassin already, but he had to make sure. Izuna was a clan leader, if sensitive information like this was dispersed through the lands, it could be the final straw in breaking whatever peace they were trying to achieve.

Itama obediently laid on top of the man. With his elbows against the traitor's shoulders, he grabbed both sides of his face, holding him still so that Izuna could work on severing a spiteful tongue. "Be this a warning for those who dare to tarnish peace with their rancorous behaviour." 

Itama frowned. "Let us hope you have enough blood for that."

#hatredcurse #hatredcurse | Uchiha Izuna #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #blood tw #body mutilation tw

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                      i can smell it in the air,                       the scent of blood.                       i can’t stop remembering.

#[ musings ] - Itama Senju #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju

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ɪᴛᴀᴍᴀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ, or if he didn’t hear them make snide remarks about his brothers while he was hiding in the trees. 

He understood that peace treaties meant he would see more people out of his clan, but knowing that they conversed about him—about his brothers—in bad thoughts, he couldn’t stop himself from confiding into his older brothers. They would guide him, they would tell him what to do.

He recounted what he had heard to Hashirama. His heterochromiac eyes shined a bit, but he refused to let the tears fall. They were out of anger at the mistrust. It was not a secret that most of the mission he went on were assassing missions, he was stealthy, could move as quite as a cat on limber legs. Though, sometimes when thinking about how people treat him, his anger turn into sadness. His jovial front breaking as he tried his hardest not to shed his tears in front of his elder brother.

The way people looked at him in the street spoke volumes.

Itama was a cold-blooded killer. Tobirama was sombre, sarcastic, reclusive.  Hashirama terrified the dear life out of them. 

@aranlae | Hashirama: ❝ you cannot believe such gossip. ❞

And he tried. But they refused to socialise with him, even he let the biggest, widest grin upon his face to convey his sincerest welcomes. As if Itama would wip out his kodachi and strike them down at his first convenience. And if he found someone willing to talk to him, it would later turn out they were afraid of his family. 

〝Are we dangerous, Hashirama nii-san? All we aspired for was peace.〞 

#aranlae #aranlae | Senju Hashirama #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ #ask prompt

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hatredcurse·:

With open heart and mind, Izuna listened, allowing Itama to state his troubles. His hands busied themselves with cleaning of crimson off his steel on his black garments. 

“I never said that we would return him in one piece, Ita-tan,” he smiled at him, one that was sincere to his wishes. A warm hand on his shoulder in consolation. “He’ll return, with what little of himself and whatever pitiful portion of dignity we’ll allow him to have,” Izuna alluded to the visual without spoiling the surprise to their prisoner. 

Like day to night, the mirth in Izuna’s eyes faded into something dark when he had to soil his good graces looking at this eye sore. A sigh from his lips,” unfortunately, no matter alive or dead, the family will likely retaliate in some form. So, that begs the question...”

Cocking his head over, he looked his fellow shinobi in his large eyes,” should we plant his prominent identifiers in another village to deter from ours or send him back flayed, as a warning? Either way, his tongue will have to go.”

Though Itama rarely resorted to unnecessary violence, and would rather his enemies and be over with it, he saw a point of reason in Izuna's words. Though, he could not stop the petulant pout that formed on his lips as he let out a sound of annoyance. "I would rather kill him first then send pieces of him all over his clan's territory." With a grumble, he walked over to the bleeding, writhing man and touched the tip of his sword to his left foot. The man stopped moving so quickly that it almost brought back Itama's joviality.

"Which clan are you from?" Itama asked rhetorically. The gag in that pitiful man's mouth prevented him from uttering a single word, except for irritating sounds of agony. He deserved to die. "I cannot even fathom the stupidity you must have to plan a sneak attack on us, a Senju and an Uchiha, together."

With a sigh, Itama stood back up and faced Izuna. "Should we tell them, Izuna nii-san?" He of course meant Hashirama and Madara, but he didn't want to let the traitor in on their plans. It was more than enough that he knew he wasn't going to die. Unfortunately.

"Let us send him back, tongue cut." Itama shrugged and with a last kick at the prisoner's shins, he stepped towards Izuna to lean against him, stifling a mock yawn with the back of his hand. It had been hours and Itama's enthusiasm waned. "With a message of our own. I believe stupidity runs in the clan, they won't understand a simple warning when it is right in front of them."

#hatredcurse #hatredcurse | Uchiha Izuna #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #tw blood #tw bodily harm #tw body mutilation

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house of the dragon starters

ep1 - 9 .

❝ try not to look too relieved. ❞ ❝ did you sleep? how long? ❞ ❝ no king has ever lived that hasn’t had to forfeit the lives of a few to protect the many. ❞ ❝ i don’t need mothering. ❞ ❝ it is our fate, i think, to crave always what is given to another. ❞ ❝ you’re safe with me, i swear it. ❞ ❝ to elude a storm, you can either sail into it or around it. but you must never await its coming. ❞ ❝ i have only ever defended you. ❞ ❝ i’ve always thought of you and i as having been made from the same cloth. ❞ ❝ you will address me as “your grace” or i will have my guard cut out your tongue. ❞ ❝ i’d rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory. ❞ ❝ you’re always like this when you’re worried. disagreeable. ❞ ❝ i like this position. it’s quite comfortable. ❞ ❝ how sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by hounds. ❞ ❝ we haven’t spoke much…since… ❞ ❝ i was never much of a dancer. ❞ ❝ do you want me to kill him? ❞ ❝ i’m asking with you to come with me…away from all of this. ❞ ❝ come, eat. fortify yourself for the journey. ❞ ❝ you swore to protect me. ❞ ❝ what will they say of me when the histories are written? ❞ ❝ it’s the only thing i have to my fucking name! ❞ ❝ look what my life became without you. a droll tragedy. ❞ ❝ strive to restore whatever scrap of honor you have left. ❞ ❝ our worth is not given. it must be made. ❞ ❝ it pleases me to hear you say this. that i am not alone in my grief. ❞ ❝ if you mean to elicit some anger from me, you should know that you’re failing. ❞ ❝ it bothers you, does it not? ❞ ❝ the realm owes you a great debt. ❞ ❝ all i wanted was for someone to say that they were sorry for what happened to me. ❞ ❝ we must all mourn in our own way. ❞ ❝ do you have a specific course of action to propose? ❞ ❝ we’re both people who have had to cut our own way through the world. ❞ ❝ were that to happen, losses would be incalculable. ❞ ❝ it was not my intent to make offense. ❞ ❝ when steel is drawn, a fair match isn’t something anyone should expect. ❞ ❝ i find i have…few friends lately. ❞ ❝ we don’t belong here. ❞ ❝ i only want to help you. ❞ ❝ you cannot believe such gossip. ❞ ❝ just get out. leave me at once. ❞ ❝ to have every young knight and lord fawning over you…what a misery. ❞ ❝ you’ve been much alone these past few years. alone and angry. ❞ ❝ the road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear. ❞ ❝ you’re young. you will learn. ❞ ❝ this is just what i need…a little adventure. ❞ ❝ care for some company? ❞ ❝ what is this brief mortal life…if not the pursuit of legacy? ❞ ❝ the wise sailor flees the storm as it gathers. ❞ ❝ you are a plague…sent to destroy me. ❞ ❝ for one night, i wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance. ❞ ❝ do you wish to hear my opinion on the matter? ❞ ❝ i’ve been alone. you abandoned me. ❞ ❝ i’ve decided to remain here and read instead. ❞ ❝ if there were another path…one that led to freedom…would you take it? ❞ ❝ we should be free to speak our minds to one another. ❞ ❝ everything i’ve given you, you’ve thrown back in my face. ❞ ❝ answer me. it’s important. ❞ ❝ do you never long for home? ❞ ❝ i know you’ve never seen true battle. ❞ ❝ your heart is even darker than i thought. ❞ ❝ you think yourself a cunning person. your plans are obvious. ❞ ❝ you never were one to stay idle. ❞ ❝ do not speak of this again. ❞ ❝ they whisper about me in the corridors. ❞ ❝ am i your prisoner? ❞ ❝ have the decency to look grateful. do you know what has been done to give you this day? ❞ ❝ love…is a downfall. ❞ ❝ we’re free to do as we please. ❞ ❝ you will make a fearsome knight. ❞ ❝ just take my arm, at the least. ❞ ❝ it seems the gods have been especially cruel to you. ❞ ❝ i will be a stranger when we meet again. ❞ ❝ you dare put hands on me? ❞ ❝ you look so much like your mother in certain lights. ❞ ❝ i have no shortage of allies. ❞ ❝ who gives a fuck what some lord thinks? ❞ ❝ take your fucking hands off me. ❞ ❝ a certain insolence runs in the family. ❞ ❝ meat without wine is a sin. ❞ ❝ i gave up the idea of wearing a crown generations ago. ❞ ❝ are you…are you hurt? ❞ ❝ reluctance to murder is not a weakness. ❞ ❝ exhausting, isn’t it? hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness. ❞ ❝ we have nothing in common. ❞ ❝ you deserve better than what i have been. ❞ ❝ you are an honorable man with a good heart. it’s a rare thing. ❞ ❝ i promise you, in time, you and i together will prevail. ❞ ❝ life has, i know, disappointed you. ❞ ❝ if a king isn’t feared, he is powerless. ❞ ❝ i’d rather ride alone. ❞ ❝ be careful. one could take your words for treason. ❞ ❝ i’ve never seen that side of you…i even doubted its existence. ❞ ❝ i will have the truth of what happened. now. ❞ ❝ do you wish to know your death? ❞ ❝ if we don’t mind our own histories, it will do the same to us. ❞ ❝ i believe you were made to wear the crown. ❞ ❝ we are turning back, all right? ❞ ❝ everyone’s staring at us. ❞ ❝ i would say it’s nice to be home, but i scarcely recognize it. ❞ ❝ most of my years have been spent living in terror. ❞ ❝ all that i have, i owe to you. ❞ ❝ i’ve wondered many an hour what your purpose was in coming here. ❞ ❝ what can either of us know of ruling a kingdom? ❞ ❝ none of this is a game. and yet you treat it like one. ❞ ❝ a matter has arisen that requires your attention. ❞ ❝ night time, you might not be so lucky. ❞ ❝ i have no wish to rule! no taste for duty! i am not suited. ❞ ❝ you flee what other men die seeking. ❞ ❝ i endured it for as long as i could. ❞ ❝ it is ill luck to look upon the face of death. ❞ ❝ you’ve already found enough trouble today. ❞ ❝ who might you be running from, now? ❞ ❝ i am yours and you are mine. ❞ ❝ it has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence. ❞ ❝ how could you allow such a thing to happen? ❞ ❝ do not allow your temper to guide your judgement. ❞ ❝ now they see you as you are. ❞ ❝ you desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison. ❞ ❝ you are wiser than i believed you to be. ❞ ❝ i speak the truth. and you know it. ❞ ❝ while i like your support, i do not need it. ❞ ❝ go to your chambers. you have said enough. ❞ ❝ i thought i wanted it, but the burden is a heavy one. ❞ ❝ i understand you’ve found yourself in some trouble. ❞

#specify muse #though Kawarama’s profile is still under construction

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Itama: *looks over Kawarama's shoulder* What are you doing, Kawa?

Kawarama: *grins brightly* Setting up new explosive seals for Tobirama to walk into. Then boom! It will cover him in coloured pollen.

Itama: *deadpans* Err...why?

Kawarama: *pouts* Because he called me an idiot.

Itama: *mumbling* You probably deserved it.

#ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #ɪᴄ. Kawarama Senju

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aranlae​:

A THUNDERING CAME INTO HIS HEART ! At the words « not Uchiha » the young Uchiha heir swallowed thickly. Well, wasn’t this what he wanted ? Best continue to treat the boy and not confirm or deny anything. No lie if information was withheld, right ? No harm, no foul.

Madara made quick work of unpacking the cloth, revealing a claypot that kept the roast chicken warm throughout his journey. There was a substantial amount, including stewed vegetables in sesame oil, like cubed carrots and potatoes. He scooped with an accompanying ladle, twice into a small bowl and gently set it infront of Itama’s nose, then he put a small spoon into the boy’s hand. Madara also shook a bamboo bottle beside Itama’s ear, to indicate that there was water as well, then he set it by Itama’s free hand. Hopefully, the food and drink will prove to be a good distraction from the pain and lack of sight. Madara did understand that this must be somewhat frightening for Itama, but he could not help the circumstances.

From serving at the side of Imperial Physicians, Madara knew that the upper torso clothes must first be removed and the wound inspected. However, this was the first time Madara actually tried something like that, so he hesitated for a while before daintily trying to tear the shirt by the hips without aggravating the wound too much. He pursed his lips, observing Itama and made sure the boy ate a good amount before he set a gloved hand on Itama’s shoulder, squeezing gently. Madara had to pull away the freed shirt in order to treat the wound, and he was so very sorry for the ensuing pain.

Itama did his best to coordinate his hand and mouth. It was a bit difficult not to see his food and more often than not, his spoon came up empty or it spilled in the journey. Though, Itama could not complain, he was getting food for the first time in days. Delicious food. This was even better than the fish he was used to eating. Sating his hunger, Itama ate with vigour, comforted by the idea he wouldn't be soon weak of hunger. The sound of bottled water by his ear was a welcomed noise to the otherwise silent...cave. Or so he guessed, it certainly smelled like damp rocks.

While busying himself with filling his stomach, Itama did wonder why his saviour didn't want him to take off his blindfold. A guess that only could pass through a child's brain was that the person—or something—was probably ugly or frightening in appearance and it did not want Itama to be scared.

"Umm, so I am not scared of you, can I take off my blindfolds? It is getting rather tight." It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but Itama hoped his saviour would take pity on him.

Waiting for a response, any response, Itama resumed eating, not wanting to let the food go to waste. He wasn't sure when he would get to eat again and he was taught to wisely make use of all his resources. His ears followed the other's movement, and he noticed him getting behind his back. The pain was throbbing dully now that Itama was distracted by the delicious taste and aroma of stewed vegetables. 

With hands at his hips, Itama crossed off the idea that it was some sort of a creature that was helping him. The hands were distinctively human. His thoughts, however, came to halt as his shirt slid against his open wound, sending fresh waves of pain buzzing throughout his body. His arms shook, as he tried to contain in the whimpers that built at the back of his throat.

Itama knew from experience that the person was trying to see the wound, probably to heal it, so he let him take off torn clothes. When the pain subsided a bit, he turned his head to the side. "I don't know if you can use your chakra or not, but if you are low in chakra, you can apply mine," Itama murmured weakly, trying to rile up his chakra like his older brother had taught him and send it to his saviour. 

#aranlae #aranlae | Uchiha Madara #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju #food mention #tw injury

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hatredcurse·:

@circlesofstrength | Itama — Continued

“What are you doing all by your lonesome?” Izuna continued to hide Itama’s vision, leaning in to peak over his shoulder,” it’s dangerous all the way out here with no supervision.”

Not that he could speak for himself. The Uchiha walked himself here with no chaperone of his own, though did not anticipate a guest to cross his path. 

“Do you mind if I sit with you?

Itama's hands went up to remove Izuna's hand from his eyes. "I needed to be out of the house. It is..." Itama racked his brain for a suitable word. "...stifling." He turned around to face Izuna. "Meh. Tobirama nii-san can probably sense if I am in trouble." He shrugged then bent down to pick another stone.

"Not at all," Itama said, beaming, "it is rare that someone wants to accompany me." Then a skeptical look washed over his face in a matter of seconds. "Actually, what are you doing here?"

#hatredcurse #hatredcurse | Uchiha Izuna #v. sᴏʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟɪᴛʏ #ɪᴄ. Itama Senju