#asaraltu

[senjutsv]

"how did you find me?" madatwinsssss

@asaraltu sent A PROMPT.

??? Madaren looks at his twin brother rather incredulously, as much as he could muster as his head swims in a certain liquor Madaran had put in his tea. It would be the exact look one might give to a pig rolling in the mud. Because, you know, pigs don't do anything beneficial.

❝ Indeed, you have forgotten that WE ARE TWINS. That's why you found the audacity to ASSAULT my drink ! ❞ Madaren tries to sprint forward, but he goes two steps and almost topples. He quickly sends chakra to his feet to steady himself. ❝ YOU'RE DEAD MEAT , brother ! I will pay you back for this ! ❞ Words were all he could right now, but Madaren was definitely cooking up some plan in his mind. Out of the two of them, one could say that Madaren had the ability to be extremely sweet and obedient when needed. Ren can convince father that Madaran doesn't seem himself, and he could lighten his brother's burden… and take all the good missions.

It would also falsely hint to certain senior members that the brothers were fighting among themselves. That could turn into something productive down the line.

#letters to. THE CLAN LEADER #ic. UCHIHA MADARA #asaraltu #twins ✿ [ madaren ] #/ HE'S BEING DRAMATIC asdfasdfh

[daybreakrising]

@asaraltu​ sent:  ❛  why  are  you  helping  me ?  ❜ for kakuzu pls-- :>

The question had been expected. He’d been waiting for it, actually, wondering how long it would take before his motives were questioned. After all, he made no attempt to hide the symbol of his village former village from sight, and despite the obvious, angry scar through its face, it still marked him as an outsider. An enemy, perhaps, under different circumstances. But not for the moment, it seemed.

“Because you looked like shit.” Dual-coloured eyes did not lift from his task, his hands carefully cleaning blood from the wound along one arm. His words were muffled by the cloth that covered his lips - covered the state of his face, more for his own benefit than anyone else’s. “Hold still.” He commanded, his voice taking on a stricter, harder edge as his fingers closed tightly on the man’s arm to prevent him from shifting too much and disrupting his work.

A single thread looped itself from his forearm, calmly snaking its way along his wrist, his hand, until it met the paler skin of his patient. It sought the open gash in his arm, thankfully no longer bleeding. “This will hurt.” He warned, mere seconds before the tip of the thread plunged into skin and began to neatly sew the wound closed. Kakuzu kept his gaze down, watching and waiting, until the thread had completed its task. As it severed itself and slithered back to his arm, Kakuzu inspected its work. 

Satisfied, he gave a single nod, and sat back. “Try not to move too much, or the threads might loosen and I’ll have to start over.” The hint of impatience in his tone suggested that it was not something he would be pleased to repeat. Now, at last, he lifted his gaze to look the other in the eye - or, at least, as close to as he dared. He knew who this was. He’d known it from the moment he saw him. How could he not? He was just as infamous as the Senju. So why had he helped him, truly? He was not a man who operated on pity, or compassion. Well, not any more. Maybe he might have done, once, but that was before. 

His head would fetch a pretty price, of course, if he had the means to take it. But, if his intentions were for profit, he wouldn’t have bothered stitching him up first. Only his head needed to be in one piece, after all. “I won’t ask how the other guy looks.” Better to avoid giving a real answer until he knew for certain what the answer would be.

#asaraltu #muse; kakuzu #v; revenge for the impossible (village betrayal) #thread; asaraltu (1) #( gestures vaguely at timelines ) #( feel free to set this where u like in his timeline tbh i can work w/ whatever ) #( also. i am HERE for this. )

[scurriilous]

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀

@asaraltu closed starter

               ❝ Alright ─ Which one of you FUCKERS did it ?! ❞ 

  Disturbing the peace was a common occurrence for the Akatsuki’s loose canon ; a NEEDLESS RAMPAGE was like a morning cup of coffee to him, something that was as automatic as the buckshots he’d fire in the direction of his colleagues, spitting curses and threats of a Holy smite. 

  This tantrum in particular had to do with the defiling of his newest shrine which had been carefully constructed days prior by the Priest in the organization’s outdoor recreation area; a space normally used for sparring and training. The altar had consisted of sticks and bones strategically manipulated into the infamous Jashinist symbol, accompanied by several sacrificed bodies whose blood smeared surrounding relics, earth and melted candles. 

  Just as Hidan had ventured to the site to participate in this morning’s prayer, he had come to find a BLASPHEMOUS SCENE - the corpses discarded and the religious paraphernalia askew. Any one of these bastards could be responsible. He lets his displeasure be vocally and perceivably known as he bursts into the common area where a number of the other members were kickstarting their day.

                    ❝ Well?! Speak up you fucking cowards!               Or else I’ll start slicing off your heads ONE BY ONE !! ❞

#asaraltu #[ verse i. ] #[ a starter ft. hidan being a baby ]

[sharkfinx]

officer worker kisame..? yes... have this.. 

#| My art #special participation of #kagami--uchiha #peepingtoad #asaraltu #kyousei #B) #enjoy my fellas enJOY #OH OF COURSE #imsical #as itachi

[lunafaeris-archive]

luna & shiemi new years 2022

@asaraltu

#❛ gallery. ﹙Luna﹚ #asaraltu #❛ half a world away. yet the moon remains by my side.﹙Uchiha Madara : asaraltu﹚ #featuring best au dottir 💕💕 #yes it's not technically japanese new years. also shut up. #just look at the pretty colors and be happy

[peepingtoad]

REKT

#the timing of these was INSTANT omfg #both at 5:04 like within the same MINUTE #i'm crying #{musing/open/dashcom} #asaraltu #dystcpiia

[koorinohebi]

So like, every once in a while, I do some random art of people here on Tumblr that I do enjoy seeing on my dash. So today, I pay tribute to one of my favorite Tumblr ships. This one goes out to @asaraltu and @peepingtoad.

#|| The mun's art things || #asaraltu #peepingtoad #Madara Uchiha #Jiraiya #I hope you both like it~ #Feel free to just grab it too~

[dawnedkissedmoved]

@asaraltu​ // sc !

It’s the late hours of the night and Mito’s tangled up in strands of ravenet and crimson locks, the only thing keeping her warm being a thin bed cover, and the presence of another body beside her. She faces the opposite way, dark hues gazing out the window and up upon the brilliance of the full moon in all its glory. Where her bed was located and the size of the windows, it was almost as if the bed were outside in the garden, allowing her to bathe under the moonlight.

The darkness brings her a sense of tranquillity and comfort, more so than the light does. Glancing down to her side, she sees the dark, untamed tresses tangled with her own and grins sweetly, shifting herself a little to take a handful of these incredibly thick locks of hair and use it to cover her eyes, peeking through the shadows of the strands with a childish chuckle.

Shifting again, red locks fall from her shoulders and shield her exposed chest, while she releases the hair which blocks her view. With her attention still focused on the starry night, she sits up and uses a hand to keep her upright, only now turning to face the man she’d spent hours here with, intertwined in more ways than just their arms and hair. 

“I can’t sleep, Madara.” she admits with a sigh, though her smile shows she’s not that bothered about it.

#･ﾟ* ☆ MITO. ꒰ INTERACTIONS ꒱ #verse tbt #asaraltu #YOU DIDN'T ANSWER UR DISCORD SO #I MADE IT KINDA VAGUE #you can pick the verse <3

[naru-uzumaki]

@asaraltu​ : HAHAHAHAHA

the disrespect from grandpa madara tho

#asaraltu #THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWINGGG

[the27percent]

Gently kisses Ati's cheek. <3

It's a simple little gesture but one that brings Atieno a lot of joy. It seems like they were sensitive, oddly sensitive in ways to the smaller gestures. The hints of just enough for them to run wild considering the affection and care behind it all. The care that had went into making such a gesture in the first place. They knew Madara would not do such a thing for many.

But he does so for them. Yes he does. Their smile only widens with that thought running through their mind.

"You're too sweet to me. But hello and good to see you as well." It doesn't take long for them to return the gesture before settling in besides him for a moment.

"Oh .. the cooler months leave me deeply introspective. Perhaps more so than usual. And that's a lot as it is." A dry little joke at their own-self, something he should be long used to by now. "Sometimes I just get a little distracted, feel so away and barely there. Comes with the territory but... little things like that are always appreciated."

#asks #ic #asaraltu #[cute]

[sharkfinx]

@asaraltu​ asked:

Perhaps more earnest than usual, the Uchiha came within Kisame’s proximity and took him by the chin, eyes bright. “What do you want from me, Kisame? Be honest.~”

       “ What do I want from you? ” Eyebrows furrowed down as his smile twisted in disgust, hand grabbed the wrist that so close touched his own skin firmly. Not recognizing that man, not a single bit of that aura said the leader he so capriciously followed. 

      “ Are you sick? Perhaps crazy? Madara sama, thinking about other people needs aren’t exactly like you, ne. Where’s the one that made me accept my fate as only an weapon in your hands?”        Throwing the hand away, burly hands reached to the pale jaw that fit so well in tighten with the pale skin, pressing it without retribution to the earnest eyes that looked over him.       “Get a hold of yourself and remember that you shouldn’t seek soo poorly for the ones like me. Madara sama. I don’t want to be friends.”

#| asnwered #asaraltu #// *looks away* listen i can't explain myself #// I want your ugly I want your disease #//I want your everything as long as it's free #//I want your drama the touch of your hand #///Want your bad romance

[lunafaeris-archive]

♡ Wonder who this could be for! Kek

catch my muse being a loner | accepting.

15 . Laying in the grass at night, accompanied by fireflies.

          She knew it was selfish. She knew it would send the entire household into a panic, her disappearing into the night without leaving any indication as to where she might have gone. It wasn’t as if she felt like their prisoner anymore... her lord husband did everything within his power, short of striking terror into the hearts of his servants and the rest of his vassal state, to ensure once and for all that they accepted her. She was extended every hospitality, even more so now than the night that she, a foreigner and a military scout, was marooned on their shores.

          Why? Because she was pregnant.

          After that, everything changed. She had already begun to question her allegiance to the west, long before she even realized her condition. As terrified as she was, once it was clear and she accepted the fact that she was with child, she considered her mission forfeit. There was nothing left for her there, nothing that would have sent her crawling back to them at the risk of leaving him behind. Even then, the following months after they had safely returned to Ryukuzan were among the most difficult for her to bear.

          She was still at odds with herself, trying to find reason within her fragile state of mind. Trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel, when all of her life she had been taught that motherhood was just another way keep women bound and chained, and out of worldly affairs. Not that she believed Madara would ever submit her to that kind of life... still, she had her doubts. More so about what was expected of her from other members of the estate, or how she would bond with the child once they were born.

          When her time came, she didn’t know what to think. She didn’t know what to do, other than to follow what the midwives said, telling her as calmly as they could to trust her instincts. She remembered that in spite of the rapid, onset pain, her head felt like it was drifting in and out of a fog, limply nodding along to whatever they said. At some point during the birth itself, she passed out... the next thing she knew, she woke up lying on a futon, cold and shivering, wondering why she felt so weak. But more importantly, wondering what had happened to the child.

          It was a girl. Perfectly healthy in every way. Once she recovered her strength and was given the chance to hold her, she couldn’t help but feel overjoyed, something that she never in her life would have believed was rightfully hers. Or that she would ever have a daughter, her own flesh and blood, to love and care for. She couldn’t explain it, even when it went against everything she stood for... but just seeing her was enough. Enough for her to swallow her pride and hold her close, tears welling up in her eyes, knowing that she had made the right choice. 

          Now, less than a month later, everything she felt after the delivery became overshadowed by a growing list of concerns. She still loved her daughter, but what was she supposed to do? She wasn’t used to sitting idle, no less with a child that depended on her. The servants did what they could to help her acclimate to her new role as a mother, but even then she was doubting herself at every turn, struggling to adjust... having recurring thoughts and nightmares that she still wasn’t suited for any of this.

          It was stupid. Irrational. She knew it, yet her thoughts kept her spinning around in circles, making her feel trapped. Which was why she couldn’t help but steal away into the night, to get away from it all, just to run and breathe and find some inner peace if only for a few hours. She wasn’t going to abandon them... she just needed to know that she was still the same person she was before. That she could have her freedom, that she wouldn’t be treated as second class.

          She didn’t know how long she had been running... she only stopped when it felt like her legs were about to give out, the soles of her feet slick with mud, slowing down and collapsing in a field of tall grass. She had run out of the manor wearing nothing but a thin, white linen robe underneath her haori, curling in on herself amongst the reeds as fireflies floated gently on the breeze. She could smell the ocean not far away, something to which she found strangely comforting, eyes lazily drifting between the dim glow of the fireflies set against the night sky.

          It didn’t take long for her to pick up on the sound of footsteps, carving a path through the tall grass in order to find her. She could only imagine how outraged he must have been, after realizing that she’d run off without so much as leaving a note behind. She was prepared for the worst, too tired to make any sort of argument in her defense. She knew she was in the wrong, that none of this would solve anything... but she just had to remind herself of what was out there, waiting for her.

          “... Go ahead. Yell at me. Call me selfish. It’s not as if I don’t deserve it. Not after what I put you through... I never meant for any of this to hurt you.”

@asaraltu

#❛ in character. ﹙Luna﹚ #asaraltu #❛ half a world away. yet the moon remains by my side.﹙Uchiha Madara : asaraltu﹚ #❝ the deepest rivers flow slowly.﹙v : meiji era﹚ #long post tw. #pregnancy mention tw. #you called for angst? yeah you called for angst #gdi all i missed them. i missed this verse ;w;.

[notdrifting]

「BEAUTIFUL CHAOS」 cont. from here w/ @asaraltu​​​​​

      callused hands reach for the dark haired man in the dim light - his touches always searching, pulling at the seams of who his love became; no, not became - who he truly was. it is hard for jiraiya to untangle the memories he shared with madara in what felt like a lifetime and half ago, the memory of lies & manipulation still taste bitter in the back of his throat ( words unsaid, thoughts left to be cast aside ) and yet... there's nothing sweeter than being with him & having him on his arms.

      he blames his soft, weak, heart for this - dearly holding on to memories of a family that had been nothing but fiction, a fabrication born out of need.

      ‘ tch, you don't get it, do you ? ’   jiraiya smiles, a bittersweet thing while he spares madara a sidelong glance - pulling him closer, against his better judgement and fondly nuzzling into his neck. he knows he'll only get burnt being so close to the uchiha - but he can't help himself; jiraiya is, and always will be, a fool for love who never learns. ‘ i choose the chaos within the love & peace - there's no perfection in these anyway, that's the beauty of it. it’s almost poetic, really - the cracks in the dream, brings room for growth... ’

      kintsugi

      ever the dreamer, jiraiya hopes for a better world - he knows madara's heart ( or, at the very least, likes to think he does ) holds the same dreams as his own, though with vastly different ideas on how to achieve them, and that alone is enough for him. perhaps love truly is blind, but jiraiya would always take the rose-colored glasses of self delusion over the bitter misery that the absence of madara left behind.

      ‘ and we'll grow - together, you and i. ’

#i fell in love with the fire long ago — asaraltu 「JIRAMADA」 #JIRAIYA 「interactions」 #「BEAUTIFUL CHAOS」 #asaraltu