#young Madaras Twin

[ivyjinna]

I’m the new master of the league you dumb

#bloodborne #good hunter #young Madaras Twin

[scrivenger-grimgar]

"well, the Uzumaki and Uchiha have around 25-ish members again, which would allow them to be reinstated as clans allied to the village by charter right," Tobirama stated, entirely unfazed by the eyes of the many clan heads watching him speak. Itama shifted his tiny (painfully tiny, was he always that small??) body in his hold, gripping on tighter to his mother's fur collar. both he, Kawarama, and Nawaki were heartbreakingly silent through the whole ordeal, even when the resurrection started by way of the lost Hatake boy, Orochimaru.

"but the Hatake and Senju still only have less than 10 and 15 members respectively, meaning that there would be a power imbalance between the four newly resuscitated clans. given the feud that is, arguably, still active to some of us revenant, it doesn't seem wise to leave it be."

and that was the crux of the matter. several members of both the Uchiha and Senju that had been resurrected had died when the Senju-Uchiha blood feud had been ongoing. both his brothers (his brothers!!) had died far before the village had even been a thought in Hashirama's wood cork of a brain, along with Madara's own siblings, like his older brother Hidehiko, Izuna, their younger brother Matsuri and his twin sister Shouko, and their youngest sister Choushi. thats not even mentioning the adult shinobi under the same circumstances; 22 year old Senju Yasuiro and 28 year old Senju Fuushinshi had attacked and injured Uchiha Kouga, and also injured the man's 12 year old niece Uchiha Rukia, before Tobirama, Madara, Hashirama, and Mito managed to tie them all down.

(if Fuushinshi was sporting a break in his arm, in the same place as young Rukia, well. That was between Tobirama and his cousin.)

"Thats not even mentioning the non-clan shinobi who were resurrected, who, in all likelihood, are probably related to one of the four clans in question. if they become affiliated with said clans is entirely by their own choice." he said, his tone brokering no room for argument. Tobirama was honestly surprised that he hadn't been interrupted yet, but it might be the shock of having so many once-dead shinobi in Konoha's meeting hall.

pursing his lips ever so slightly, he looked to Hashirama, holding Kawarama who was making faces at Itama, then to Touka who was standing behind Mito and holding Nawaki. his brother tilted his head and Touka nodded, flickering her chakra in code pattern for 'plan, question.'

Tobirama sighed, mostly as a visual sign of reluctance for the other clan heads present. 'contract, agreement. kill, home-clan; fade, wild-clan.'

Hashirama's eyes sparkled, his smile not fading from his face in the slightest.

"our agreed upon solution to both the power imbalance and the lacking size of the Senju and Hatake clans is to incite the charter's directory number fourteen."

only two of the clan heads seemed to recognize what he was referencing, tjose being the Nara clan head, as expected, and Madara, who literally co-wrote the damn thing with him. Madara threw his head back with thundering laughter, which Tobirama related to on a personal level.

it was extremely ironic that the ones to end the Senju way of life would be the very people who had been hurt by it the most.

Itama jerked in his arms at the noise, so he adjusted his grip to hold him tighter. several eyes landed on the still laughing Madara, who Tobirama knew was not going to explain anything. the Nara head didn't look any worse, so he either knew what the Senju used to be like, or he simply didn't care.

Tobirama had expected most of the clans to not have invested in that particular article after it was written, but... he was extremely unpleased with Hiruzen's puzzled, near silent question of "the what?"

Madara's laughter died off with the (to most) unexpected line of, "wonderful play, Senju." vicious smile almost mocking to anyone unfamiliar with him. which was everyone except him, Mito, Hashirama, and Izuna.

Tobirama simply inclined his head in acknowledgement. he ran one hand through his hair, carefully avoiding the carefully disguised braids he'd tied into it this morning with Hashirama, Touka, and Orocchi.

"to answer your question, Hiruzen, 'the what' is the clause in the village's Constitution that states, 'when a clan is no longer large enough to support itself and its members, an allied clan who is willing and able are to induct the clan into their own, allowing the continued survival of the bloodline. this can be enacted when a clan's number drops beneath the range of the clan's expected member count.'"

clearing his throat, he continues on, projecting his voice to call over the now disorganized shinobi.

"in essence, this means that the senju will join either the Uchiha, Uzumaki, or Hatake clans, as those three have priority over other clans in the village due to both personal and blood relations being closest. thus, to avoid further power imbalance in the number of members to each resurrected clan, the Senju will be hosted by the Hatake clan."

#the 'orochimaru fucked up the edo tensei by adding hiraishin bits and now he has 7 dads and moms' au #giving these bastards free reign over the village ends up causing untold damage. they built it. but still. #butsuma is rolling in his grave. mostly cause tobi's holding a rave on top of it. a /grave rave/ so to say. #the senju's culture of 'i am a weapon first and human fifth' finally gets eradicated #tobirama's grave rave #konoha scientists #the implication is that naruto should've been taken in by the uchiha after his parents died #and that naruto AND sasuke should have been raised by the ino-shika-cho triad clans after the massacre #and that kakashi was supposed to go to kushina tsunade orochimaru or fugaku #creative writing #writing #naruto #naruto au #senju tobirama #senju hashirama #uchiha madara #uchiha izuna #hatake clan #senju clan #uzumaki clan #uchiha clan #resurrection au #senju itama #senju kawarama #senju nawaki #uchiha sasuke #ninja politics

[sapphiresenthiss]

Charming young man, isn't he...

I very rarely create/draw OCs... But this one is a soon-to-be roleplay OC of mine and @scaralovebot and I just had the sudden urge to draw him! He's the firstborn of Madara and Tobirama and one of twins they'll eventually have. He's the only one who inherited Tobi's albinism but the majority of Madara's physical features (except those exotic eyes & fabulous eyelashes of Tobirama's). Humble guy... Takes after his stuck-up Uchiha father 😂

His name's Sasaki (also @scaralovebot 's idea).

#madatobi #tobimada #naruto #fanart #senju tobirama #madara uchiha #oc #albino #mdtb

[amgeryporcupine]

Hi :)

This is for that one anon whose request I've mistaken for something else.

Hmm where do I start? Honestly, this whole TobiMada family thing that I thought of first came out to be angsty lol.

Like how Tobirama and Madara get together, or how it's possible for Madara to get preggo (not a/b/o). The original back story I had in mind can be defined as "it gets worse before it gets better".

But enough of that- let's just say they both lived happily ever after with many kids.

Please know that I'm poop with names so I just reused a bunch.

1st born - Quadruplets

Izuna (1st) was named after his late uncle. He is the Uchiha clan heir and the biggest troll Konoha has ever seen. He is also Itama's shoulder to cry/whine on. He may act carefree but he is the best when handling diplomatic missions.

Kawarama (2nd) is very much a grump, short-tempered, and has the issue of people standing behind him. He also happens to be a sensor as strong as his dad but would often get overwhelmed so his brothers are always there for him in case it gets too much. He is very protective of his siblings but he can be overbearing sometimes.

Itama (3rd) is a moody crybaby. He's like the combination of his uncle Hashi and his late uncle Itama. He loves to annoy his brother Kawarama for the sole reason of: "it's because Kawa-Chan makes funny faces when he's mad" even if he gets hit in the head and loses a few brain cells. He is also very well-loved by the people of Konoha as his character and behavior remind them of their previous Hokage (Hashirama). He is also expected to be the 3rd Hokage when Tobirama retires from the position.

Sousuke (4th) loves playing with fire. No words can describe the number of forest fires he's caused or the small villages he accidentally burned down. He's a pretty chill guy and very very straightforward with his words. He is socially awkward but he tries his best. He is considered a good team leader and would often be sent on S-rank missions, even if he prefers to do it alone. Some would say that his strength and thirst for a good fight came from his mother (they're not wrong tho).

2nd born - Triplets

Satsuki (1st) has a very poised and dignified persona. She loves dressing up in expensive kimonos with intricate designs. She doesn't listen to anyone's bs unless they wish for a painful death by drowning. She has received many suitors from different clans but none fit her high standards (Tobirama's practically leaping with joy as his daughter will stay as his princess forever. Or so he thought). She is also an Iryo-nin along with her two sisters.

Makoto (2nd) is a perfectionist. She is also a clean freak and practically tidies up any mess her sisters make. She loves to read books let be they novels, or medical texts. She's not one to dress as fancy as Satsuki but she'll let herself be dressed up like a doll as long as her sisters won't bother her for the next hour. Most of the time oblivious when someone is interested in courting her. She has a history of "accidentally" sending her suitors to a friend zone.

Nagisa (3rd) is very energetic and adventurous. Not disgusted with handling anything, even bugs (for which Satsuki and Makoto would lose their vocal cords). She loves trying out new things and would often encourage her sisters to join her in it. She is also the mediator when her sisters bicker too much. Has been in many relationships before but it doesn't last because her partners couldn't keep up with her. (her dad and older brothers take very much care of her exes, and the twins are glad to have another to add to their collection).

3rd born - Twins

Hikaru (1st) and Kaoru (2nd) are two peas in a pod. They won't do anything without each other. Are born prodigies and have made many of their own jutsus. Unintentionally handling S-rank missions (only because of how often they get the unfortunate chance of being dragged into one) leads to gaining Jonin-rank at a young age. They dissect (animals) to study the organ system, skeletal structure, find the cause of death, etc. They received a human cadaver on their 10th birthday after presenting the things they've studied through years of dissecting and the council found it beneficial to give them the chance in order to contribute to the greater good of medicine.

4th born

Harumi is the epitome of sunshine and rainbows. It would take a lot of convincing for people outside Konoha to believe that this little girl is a spawn of Senju Tobirama and Uchiha Madara. She has mastered the deadly "puppy dog eyes" and has made uncle Hashi her favorite victim. She was a surprise to the family. Madara never thought that he'd conceive again with his age, but nonetheless, he and his husband were ecstatic to meet their youngest. Tobirama would drop everything he was doing if his little Harumi ever requested to be carried. Harumi got called "Hime" as a joke at first but the Senju and Uchiha both agreed that she is indeed a "Hime" and nothing would change that.

Wips related to this au

The whole family goes to the beach but in a modern setting, the quads as babies, and all 10 of them in one photo.

There's another fanart of this au in my old account @angeryporcupine

#tobimada #tobirama x madara #madara uchiha #tobirama senju #madara is a bottom #tobimada family au #my fanart #my oc art

[cloudaintfair-archive]

I got a nasty encounter with a Neji fan who constantly belittles anyone who's been on the other side of Neji's ideals ie Hinata, Naruto.

NGL, they're so nasty that discredit Hinata in every way.

They're a lot worse than any Uchiha fan I've ever encountered, not that there were many to begin with, but still.

Anyway, in one of their tirades, in a post where someone claimed that Neji would adore Himawari, she claimed that the divide between the Hyuuga clan still exists in Boruto.

Despite the war arc claiming that the Cadet Branch not serving the Main Branch anymore.

But, let's go to the Boruto era, since their claim is that the Cadet Branch still serve the Main Branch like slaves.

Look at Hanabi's forehead, do anyone of you see a curse mark there?

Why did I ask if people can see the cursed mark on Hanabi? Because Neji's father was Hiashi's twin, and Hizashi being the younger twin, received the curse mark at a very young age.

Which would have been Hanabi's fate had the Hyuuga clan continued their tradition of marking the younger siblings and casting them out to the cadet branch.

I thank @madara-fate and @samasmith23 for the manga page because I found it on their page.

edit: added the missing letters and words and spelling mistakes

#naruto #naruto shippuuden #neji hyuuga #hanabi hyuuga #hinata hyuuga #hyuuga neji #hyuuga hanabi #hyuuga hinata #neji hyuga #hanabi hyuga #hinata hyuga #hyuga hinata #hyuga neji #hyuga hanabi

[kankuroplease]

How come Katsura has three kids with Shino and only one with Madara? Also, which man do you like Katsura with the most?

Katsura was originally made for Shino ✨

As for the number of children differing, there are a few reasons to that;

the first being that she never sees herself becoming a mother, so growing a large family is the last thought she’d have.

With Madara, she feels uncertain. Not about their love (she loves very deeply and wholeheartedly), but about the future as a whole.

She knows he loves a good fighting opponent. His strength is part of his charm

But if he dies, what would happen to her and their young child(ren)? Can he honestly promise that he’ll always come back to her? That if the fight weren’t survivable, he would retreat

If he could look her in the eye and swear he would always return to them, she’d give him as many children as her body would allow

But if not, she would rather only have their one child to protect if it comes down to that vs. having to tend to a flock of children while trying to survive.

On the opposite side; if his brothers and mother are alive, she’d feel a lot more comfortable with having more children and less like they’re on borrowed time.

With Shino, she’s known him so long and the Aburame have always treated her kindly. So when the time came, starting a family with Shino felt right/safe

Twins run in Katsura and Aori’s family. Aori knew about this and has mentioned it but, Aori also loves babies more than Katsura. Who automatically tunes her out when she gets into her baby fever-like rambling.

She was NOT trying to have 3 kids, she just thought it would be nice for Shigeki to have a sibling and felt secure in doing so given how calm and cozy their lives were

Cried for a week and even had Hinata byakugan check her because she wanted it to be a lie. But nope, they were there. So three kids it is.

#ask #OC: Katsura #Madara x Katsura #Shino x Katsura #kpz naruto founder au #tw pregnancy mention #tw pregnancy #In short; Katsura needs to feel safe to want to pop out a baby #while Aori would have one of those huge af families if she met the right partner 🤣

[asukaskerian]

Reread cherry wine recently and I can’t remember what theories I had about the older generations whether it’s senju mother or Yoritomo other then o was at least close to some spoiler lol

But I do remember and really enjoyed not just the court intrigue but also how Tobirama interacts with the young girl Hanazura and recalling that for the end of the last chapter.you built a really big world and even people who are not the protagonist feel really fully fleshed out and their own persons with their own lives, personalities and anxieties. Esp the Uzumaki who are just present in memories, remembered letters or references by the senju brothers. Mito’s siblings esp her twin sound so funny and clever esp the the part where they agree with Hashirama about trusting people but also a joke about using it for your own gains as a trick lol. Very far away from the village but I feel like it gives them this good presence and shows how they’ll fit into the senju clan and the lives everyone has outside of the plot or feud. The senju and Uchiha clans feel very full and real places people (including the protagonists) spend decades living in and being family and fighters in with friendships, rivalries and people they just can’t figure out how to work with even when they want the same things.

Happy new year!

aaaaaahh #._.# thank you so much.

the naruto world is so FULL of background people doing background things, except in this time period! i gotta fill it up so it doesn't feel like the four guys + mito and maybe touka and hikaku are the only real people there. but oh man, the constant "am i introducing too many ocs. they're background filler, why do i know their favorite food and family dynamics" fretting. XD; it's a full capital and two full clans and it'll be a full village eventually...

hanazura should be popping up next chapter! in that scene i'm ... suposed to be writing right now. <_<;;

i kinda felt like accidentally i had gone with a cliche "young teenage girl is cheeky and charming" too often and failed to differentiate several OCs because inuzuka girl that tobi met is like that! and young girl that madara meets at the tea party is like that! and the hagoromo nieces.. yeah, no, THEY are faking it because they think madara is into that. now i'm busy differentiating inuzuka girl and the other one. one of them has significantly better manners to start with. XD

#ABO quest #writing yays

[aroacesigma]

vanis tedtalk abt enstars: go

okay so you have 3 agencies producing 15 units! i'll list leaders first.

STARMAKER PRODUCTION has fine (Eichi Tenshouin, Wataru Hibiki, Yuzuru Fushimi, Tori Himemiya) Trickstar (Hokuto Hidaka, Subaru Akehoshi, Makoto Yuuki, Mao Isara) RYUSEITAI (Chiaki Morisawa, Kanata Shinkai, Shinobu Sengoku, Tetora Nagumo) ALKALOID (Hiiro Amagi, Aira Shiratori, Mayoi Ayase, Tatsumi Kazehaya)

Fine are like the pseudo-villains, esp eichi, but it's mostly just a farce. eichi acts in a lot of ways that directly hurt people (and caused an entire arc called the war) but usually does what he does with good intentions behind them. i have mixed feelings on the guy tho so. sdkjgh . also stream hajimari no fantasia. Trickstar is like the unofficial "main" group of enstars and tbh i dislike their music but they're a cute little unit. best friends. love mao btw. mao is also ritsu's childhood friend and also they're kinda gayasses together. RYUSEITAI is based off of like, superhero shows :) their whole gimmick is being superheros and their music is very upbeat and fun :) silly little guys. ALKALOID is a new unit in !! and they are silly. mayoi and tsumi are gayasses. hiiro and aira are gayasses. the entire unit is in gay love. #win. for realsies tho they are touted as "underachievers" and are the main unit in the !! main story alongside crazy:b :)

COSMIC PRODUCTION: Eden (Nagisa Ran, Ibara Saegusa, Jun Sazanami, Hiyori Tomoe) made of the combination of the units Adam (Nagi + Ibara) and Eve (Hiyori + Jun) Valkyrie (Shu Itsuki, Mika Kagehira) 2wink (Hinata Aoi, Yuuta Aoi) Crazy:B (Rinne Amagi, Niki Shiina, HiMERU, Kohaku Oukawa)

cospro with the bangers :) Eden was created as the kinda anti-trickstar and played the villains? but they're mostly chill. their music is very horny but it slaps. do not look at the choreo for dance in the apocalypse DO NOT- /lh valkyrie has. A Past. Ex-Valkyrie had Nazuna Nito in it. shu was a dick and broke up ex-valk tho so now valk is just shu and meeks. mika's a freak and shu is also a freak. peace and love (i love valkyrie) 2wink is made up of two twin brothers ! they also have A Past. go ask lis of lisxdumbr fame is you want a tedtalk on them shes The 2winkP in these parts Crazy:B are the other sort of "main" units of !! bc they are also new :) silly little guys. i don't even know how they formed tbh but Rinne and Niki have known each other since they were 18/15 respectively and used to be in another unit when they were that young that later dissolved??? idk. they're gayasses tho. himeru is there. kohaku is gay for aira. they were online besties. kohiiai the world btw. RHYTHM LINK: UNDEAD (Rei Sakuma, Kaoru Hakaze, Adonis Otogari, Koga Oogami) AKATSUKI (Keito Hasumi, Kuro Kiyru, Souma Kanzaki) Ra*bits (Tomoya Mashiro, Nazuna Nito, Hajime Shino, Mitsuru Tenma) UNDEAD has rei. rei is a vampire. ritsu is also a vampire. also rei is a pathetic grandpa (hes like 20 but acts like he's like 70) bc of the war. but otherwise is a gayass with kaoru. idk much abt undead tbh. koga is a wolf. adonis is the most normalest guy and is kinda gay with souma. AKATSUKI has keito who loves glasses. kuro is shu's childhood bestie. souma has a sword and is also very normal except that one time he said that he'd kill someone? idk. i don't know a lot abt akatsuki either. ask spixi abt them actually. Ra*bits are the cutesy little dudes. nazuna is their niichan. they make banger songs (listen to pocket ni uchuu ooh you wanna listen to pocket ni uchuu so bad) that are also very cutesy. i enjoy them idk. tomoya normalest guy. hajime is kind of a yandere abt him. fucked up little dude. mitsuru goes dash dash :D and is cute. nazuna is in college. NEW DIMENSION: Knights (Tsukasa Suou, Leo Tsukinaga, Ritsu Sakuma, Izumi Sena, Arashi Narukami) MaM (Madara Mikejima) Switch (Natsume Sakasaki, Tsumugi Aoba, Sora Harukawa) Double Face (Madara Mikejima, Kohaku Oukawa)

uhu newdi my beloved ! Knights founded as a direct consequence of the war! founded by leo and izumi (izumi suggested the name. btw.) and very integral to the story. i am not going into that here this is long enough as is. anyway. leo's a silly little composer who goes "uchuu~" and is obsessed with aliens. besties with madara. gayass with izumi and ritsu. izuritsuleo the world btw. izumi is a prissy little bastard who i love for some reason. prettyboy. a dick to most people but cares underneath. also hardcore yandere for makoto. even stalks him and shit. not cool izumi. ritsu is a vampire who's sleepy all the time and relies a lot on mao. bpd guy imo. my beloved also. arashi i told u abt already but i love her dearly. big sister knight <3 and kasa loves sweets and is a silly little dude !! MaM is madara's unit ! he calls himself "mama" and takes on a motherly role for a lot of people :) also claims to be anzu (the protag's) childhood friend. they were not childhood friends but anzu just goes with it i guess. besties with leo. saved his ass during the war also. Switch are my beloveds. my meow meows. natsume is a magician and a flirt and calls anzu "kitten" and i hate him but also would kiss his very punchable face. gayass with tsumugi btw. he's actually very caring underneath his rough exterior. tsumugi is the resident cringefail malewife. guy who goes "uwah!" i love him. knew natsume as a kid and made a promise that if their red string of fate ever broke that he'd grow his hair out to tie it back together with his hair. which he does btw. he grows his hair out bc of that promise. believes a lot in luck and stuff. sora is a cute little guy ! very energetic ! he has synesthesia but it manifests as him seeing people's "colors" kind of like auras, and every enstars character has a color from sora :) people's colors also reflect their mood !! Double Face died. yeah they're dead. ANYWAY. mama and kohaku kill people. that's it. did i forget to mention that kohaku was raised to be an assassin and kills people? yeah. that 15 year old has killed. anyway df died and mama is going on hiatus and kohaku is just kinda there.

ok this got very long. have fun

ok this sounds SO COOL WHAT THE FUCK . also love how long the knights paragraph is in contrast to everyone else lmfao . i downloaded and i will get on it after i eat my breakfast !!!!

#asks #seknots-izumimir

[bythepen98]

[Long || Pinned]

I typically draw whatever interests me depending on the day, but I probably should've made a list first to make it clear what those interests are.

Note: I'm very fic reliant. I could like a show but what REALLY gets me into them is the fan content bc they tend to flesh things out more, in a way that I can understand, and make me appreciate characters/events that were not properly explored in canon. Idk if that's gonna be an issue but I'm sure there are elitist people out there who only claim canon content while bashing everyone else for enjoying fan theories and aus.

🚫Oh and some proship warning, I guess? (I've seen other artists include it so..) Excluding my notps, I'd read any story with ships I probably didn't know existed so long as: I already like one or two of the characters in the ship, the thought of them together makes me curious instead of repulsed, and if the story itself looked too interesting for me to ignore.🚫

Shows/Series I'd make or already made FA for:

MHA

Haven't caught up to the manga yet but loosely following the anime. Read quite a bit of lengthy Deku centric fics, and that + what I've gotten so far from the show are what fuels my headcanon aus when I draw them.

Naruto

Tbh I only watched the og kids Naruto when I was young and any shippuden knowledge I have is a mix of posts from other fans, Google, and fics. Already said this before in an older post but I read a lot of time travel/fix its so I just assume that when similar events are included in more than 2 timetravel fics (if it's still set in naruto's timeline and not like, minato's or pre konoha), then that's probably what happened in canon. I also just Google any shippuden powers or characters I'm not familiar with, which is quite a lot but it works for me.

ATLA

Finished it years ago. Memories are vague but posts from other fans and canon adjacent fics help me remember.

HP

Finished the books years ago, probably before or around the same time as ATLA. Only properly watched 5/8 of the movies. Heavily read a lot of fics. Memories of the og content is vague and sometimes I'm not sure if what I know is canon or just widely loved fanon (like the Black library).

SVSS

A MESS.....I loved it. I love the fancontent more though ngl.

Mob Psycho

Haven't seen season 3 yet but I highly enjoyed the previous seasons. I actually first watched Mob and MHA around the same time so I have a soft spot for them.

Demon Slayer

Enjoyed it. Gotta finish season 2 first

JJk

Loved season 1. Planning to watch the movie soon.

FMA

Finished it. GOAT anime.

Basically I just want to draw all my fav shonen boys (eventually). My fav action manhwa boys too. Dk when it'll happen so we'll have to see.

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🩷 Ships

Deku ships, though my main ones are:

Bakugo x Deku

Todoroki x Deku

Shinsou x Deku

Shigaraki x Deku

Dabi x Hawks

Todoroki x Bakugo

Kaminari x Jirou

Shinsou x Kaminari

Toga x Ochaco

Unironically, dfo x Inko

Naruto ships

Shikamaru x Naruto

Kakashi x Naruto

Gaara x Naruto

Naruto x Hinata

Sasuke x Naruto

Sakura ships

Sasuke x Sakura

Kakashi x Sakura

....let's just include the important uchiha characters x Sakura

Shikamaru x Sakura

Sasori x Sakura

Ino x Sakura

Kakashi x Obito

Shikamaru x Temari

Sai x Ino

Lee x Gaara

Jiraiya x Oro

Minato x Kushina

Hashirama x Madara

Tobirama x Madara

Zuko x Katara

Sokka x Zuko

Zuko x Mai

Harry Ships

Tom x Harry

Harry x Draco

*insert slytherin here* x Harry

Weasley twins x Harry

Harry x Luna

Harry x Hermione

Hermione Ships

Draco x Hermione

Tom x Hermione

*Insert slytherin here* x Hermione

Weasley twins x Hermione

Harry x Hermione

Unironically, Viktor x Ron, Ron x Pansy, *insert Slytherin here* x Ron

Harry x Pansy

Blaise x Ginny

Ginny x Luna

James x Regulus

James x Snape

Snape x Lily

🚫remember me liking time travel aus? Make of that what you will//Marauders Era🚫

Luo Binghe x Shen Yuan

Luo Bingge x Shen Jiu

Mobei Jun x Shang Qinghua

Teru x Mob

Demon Slayer canon ships

Tanjiro x Inosuke

ot3

Sukuna x Megumi

Maki x Nobara

FMA canon ships

....these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head. Will just make edits in the future if I want to add more.

#pinned intro #pinned tweet #interests #long read

[narutocharacterpolls]

ROUND TWO

HYUUGA HIASHI vs OONOKI

Reasons for submission under the cut

Hiashi

branded his 4 year old nephew with a curse mark

emotionally abused Hinata because she was kind

after all of this he has the audacity to act like some harmless grandpa Boruto

is a torturer, slaver, and abuser

he sucks

enslaves half his family including his twin brother and nephew

dismisses his daughter because she’s too afraid of him to show any confidence

is either a massive cunt or complete idiot

treats all family members horribly

Oonoki

ugly

arrogant prick

hypocrite

possibly the main reason why Deidara turned out evil

hates young people

was mean to Deidara

doesn't deserve the ability to fly

didn't die when Madara threw a rock at him

grumpy old man

stubborn

talks bullshit

annoying af

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Look At Me || Madara Uchiha

Synopsis: in which Madara Uchiha is doomed from the start. until he meets Hashirama Senju.

Content Warnings: implied canon character death, referenced gore

Notes: This is for the amazing @thel0v3hashira143 for the Konoha's Founder Club Server. I hope you like it 🥰

“If I disappeared,” Madara said. “Would you look for me?”

“Of course,” Hashirama answered, squinting up at him. The light from the setting sun hitting his eyes and catching them alite, twin amber flames searching through his obsidian depths. “Of course I would, Madara. I would never stop looking.”

And that was that. At ten years old, Hashirama had more resolve than most of the adults Madara knew. Crouching there, by the river they had met not too long ago, he looked no different than the other Senju Madara had slaughtered in battle. Sure, he was only eleven but Madara was no stranger to bloodshed. His father introduced him to the battlefield when he was seven, had awkwaned his sharingan the same year when he witnessed his elder brother’s deceased body being torn apart by coyotes. It was not a pretty experience but it had done its job — given him access to a power all true Uchiha should have. And yet the void within his chest had only gotten larger, a black inky swirl of angst and anger in the center of where his heart should be, spinning faster and faster each passing day until he could barely breathe.

“Oi, Mada-chan!” The brown-haired boy grinned up at him, wadding into the water. “You gonna stand there sulking all day?”

Madara frowned. “You know I don’t wish to get wet.”

Hashirama snorted. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud. We only have an hour till sundown, come here and play with me!”

“No.”

The word had only barely passed from his lips when he felt a root sprout from the ground and slither around his ankle. His eyes widened.

“Hashirama, don—argh!”

The wood-user cackled as Madara splashed into the water, emerging looking like a wet cat. “Ha! That’s what you get Mada-chan!”

Madara glowered. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Stop calling you what, Mada-chan?”

“That! It’s unbefitting of me and—”

“Aww, I think you're a bit over your head, Mada-chan.”

“Hashirama, I’m warning you—”

“Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-cha —” He let out a yelp as Madara lunged at him, dunking his head underwater.

Hashirama shoved him off, sputtering and giggling, his wet hair falling over his forehead. Madara watched, a small smile tugging on his lips.

The air passed easier from his chest.

_

“You are fraternizing with a Senju.”

Madara sat kneeled in front of his father, a young boy of thirteen, head bowed low, almost to the ground. His tongue swiped over his chapped lips, fingers curling over his knees in an attempt to hide their trembling.

“I don’t know what you mean, Father.”

His father’s voice was dangerously soft. “Don’t you, Mada-chan?”

The nickname sent a violent flinch down his spine. It sounded different coming from his father’s lips — sounded cruel and twisted and terrifying. 

“F-father, I—”

“Look at me, boy.”

Eyes stayed trained on the ground, he tried once more to appease his father’s anger. “Father, I didn’t—”

“I said look at me!”

And so he did. His eyes were mesmerizing, red and spinning and petrifying and Madara found himself lost in them, every nerve being pulled from his body, into those eyes like knives, sinking into his flesh, cutting him open so that every secret he had ever kept from his father was now exposed for those very eyes.

“I see.” Said his father.

Madara screamed.

—

“I’m sorry Mada-chan.”

The Uchiha winced. The voice was Hashirama’s. But that was impossible. For one thing, he was in his room in Uchiha territory. Curled into himself, laying on his cold bed. He thought he might be shaking, but he wasn’t sure. He thought he might have stopped breathing. 

“I’m sorry Mada-chan.”

The voice was so much like Hashirama’s Madara had to lift his head and look around his room. But of course, Hashirama wasn’t there. Couldn’t be. Not after his father had promised his death.

And he never broke his promises.

Izuna padded into the room quietly. 

“Anija—”

Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan

His head was full of the brown-haired Senju. Of the blood sprouting from his chest as his father stabbed him over and over in his mind’s eye. A beastly sound ripped from his chest, smothered only  by his pillow and his will not to worry his younger brother, who was gripping his tunic, eyes wide and sad.

“What do you want, Izuna?”

The younger Uchiha regarded him carefully. He was sharp, even at the young age of nine. “Father has returned.”

Madara suppressed a shudder. 

“He claims to have slaughtered a Senju heir.”

Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan

“He’s..brought back a spoil.”

“Get to the point, Izuna.” Madara spat. His head was splitting open, pounding so violently he was sure it would burst.

“Well—”

Any words he would have said were cut off by the harsh opening of his door, by the sound of their father’s heavy boots stomping towards him. There was a soft trickling sound following him, of liquid hitting the wooden floor.

“Madara.” He cringed away from the sound of his name leaving his father’s voice.

“One would think it was the floor calling your name, by the way you’re staring at it so intently. Look at me, boy.”

It took everything in him to sit up and meet his father’s eyes. 

“I’ve killed him.” There was no emotion behind the carmine of his father’s sharingan. “Do you hear me, boy? I’ve killed Hashirama Senju.”

And in his hands, grasped by brown bowl-cut styled hair, was a severed head of a young boy, too burnt to recognize.

Madara threw up on his father’s shoes.

—

He did nothing after waking up in the morning. He did nothing, wanted nothing, and was therefore unable to do anything. It never made any sense, anything, just laid there listening to the blood run through him.

He awakens to find Hashirama still dead with the sword remaining in his chest. He is unable to eat, sleep, sit still, fix anything.

Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan

—

He was so young and so doomed

A boy.

Only thirteen.

—

It wasn’t until his father died and Madara was made the new head of the Uchiha did he meet Hashirama again.

It was the beginning of March, snow falling like ash around them and Madara was leading the Uchiha forces. He is twenty-two years old now. It was hours later, his armor dripping red into the snow, did he catch sight of auburn hair. It was longer than it was before, waist long and flying behind the man whom it belonged to. Madara couldn’t move. Could hardly breathe, even as the battle raged on around him. 

That couldn’t be Hashirama. Hashirama was dead, he had seen him die, his father had shown him all those years ago—

And yet Madara knew it was him. He would know him blind. That was Hashirama. That was Hashirama.

Those amber eyes met his from across the battlefield. His lips moved, and though he was too far to hear, Madara could’ve sworn that the wind caught his voice and brought it to his ears.

“Mada-chan?”

Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan—

The order was out of his lips before he could register them.

“Pull back.”

“But, Madara-sama—”

Look at me, boy.

Incoherent words fell out of his mouth. He took a step backward, eyes zeroed on the Senju warrior.

“Madara-same, are you—”

“I said pull back!” He snarled, saw the Uchiha next to him flinch. His head was pounding. What had he been thinking about again?

Look at me, boy.

Izuna placed hand on his shoulder, his calm voice anchoring Madara once more. “Let us pull back. 

He didn’t mention Madara’s shaking form.

—

His father had died when Madara was nineteen. Years of battle had finally caught up to him and he lay on his deathbed, breaths coming in raspy and battered. Madara felt nothing as he held his father’s hand.

“Madara,” He had breathed, “You will lead in my stead.”

“Yes, Father.” “You have grown strong…A worthy heir.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“Look at me, boy.”

He had. 

“It’s been six years since I—” His voice had caught, held hostage by rasping coughs. “I will release you now, Madara. Look at me, boy.”

“I’m looking, Father.”

“Look at my eyes. Look at me.”

It had taken everything in him to raise his gaze from the tip of his father’s nose to the scarlet swirl of his sharingan. The red of his mangekyo caught him in one final trance—one final torturous stupor.

“Realse.”

The sudden change in pressure in the room had made his ears pop. Pain had burst through Madara’s chest, making him gasp, his hand flying to grasp the material of his shirt. Slowly, he looked down at his trembling fingers.

“Father, you—” But Tajima Uchiha was dead. And with him, the genjutsu he had placed on his first-born son. The recurring visions of Hashirama being stabbed again and again by his father’s sword, limbs torn apart by vultures, all because of him—

Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan, Mada-chan—

The head in his father’s hand— had it been real?

Look at me, boy.

Had anything even been real?

—

He had spent the next three years in a maddened daze. Izuna had handled his affairs for him. Had done everything for him the best he could until it was time to face the Senju again. He couldn’t hide anymore. The Uchiha had needed their leader and so their leader Madara gave them. He had marched into battle, mind numb to everything but the sword in his hand. That was until he had spotted the Senju he had believed was long dead. 

—

They met again, three months later. The same battlefield, the summer sun just beginning to make its grand entrance.. More Senju blood adorning his armor. But this time Hashirama had fought his way to him, until he was standing directly in front of him, until those familiar amber eyes forced their gaze directly onto him. 

“Madara.” He breathed. “It really is you.”

Hearing his name from his mouth — his full name and not that nickname that had caused him so much pain — almost made his shoulders sag with relief. His sharingan-clad eyes swept over his form.

“You look well.” His voice came out dry, refusing to betray the hammering of his heart. 

���They told me you were dead,” Hashirama continued, eyes wide and incredulous. “I searched for you, I sent Tobirama to feel for you chakra—”

Madara vaguely remembered Izuna telling him that trees had randomly sprouted near the compound years ago. 

“I’m glad you are alive and well, old friend.” The Senju’s lips tugged into something of a smile.

“You’re wrong, Hashirama.” Madara spoke at last, fingers tightening around the hilt of his war fan. “The boy you once knew has long since died.”

“And the dream we once shared?” Madara could not bring himself to look him in the eyes, just like he couldn’t bring himself to look anyone in the eye anymore. 

“Madara, you once told me you wanted to build a village; a safe haven.” His voice was pressing against his hardened heart. Shoving against the cracks, making them grow.  

“We can do that still. Madara, I know you’re the head of the Uchiha,” He pressed a hand against his own chest, desperate. “I now lead the Senju. Madara, together we can end this war!”

“End this war?” Madara’s voice was soft even in his own ears. “This war will never end, Hashirama.”

“It can. It will. I know you believe that as much as I do.”

In truth, Madara was tired of this endless bloodshed. He had spent years in that godforsaken genjutsu, watching the man in front of him die in the back of his mind. He can feel the past all around him suffocating him, poisoning him. Did he want this war to end? Of course. Did he believe that it could end? 

He raised his eyes to Hashirama’s.

“And how much do you believe in it, Hashirama?”

The world stopped spinning. The trees around him, the very air seemed to lean in, anticipation heavy in the air. Something sparked in Hashirama’s eyes—a realization. He knew a last chance when he saw one. 

And the silence broke. A scream. A familiar voice.

“Tobirama, no!” Hashirama roared and Madara turned in time to see Tobirama’s sword slicing across Izuna’s side.

Izuna.

He didn’t know how, but somehow he was by his brother’s side, holding him up, holding him close. Not Izuna. An inhumane sound crawled up his throat. Kami, not his only brother.

“Madara—” “Treachery.” Madara snarled at Hashirama, holding his brother closer to his chest. “ Get away from us. Take one step closer and I’ll—”

“I can heal him.” 

All the Uchiha and Senju around them had halted, crowded around them. Madara stared at Hashirama. Froze really. That was until Hashirama wrapped his warm hand around Madara’s icy wrist, gently pulling him away. Izuna’s grip tightened on his, a cracked “Anijia” leaving his lips and tearing at Madara’s heart. He watched, helplessly, gaze breaking from his brother’s and back at Hashirama’s, who smiled at him gently.

“Let me show you how much I believe in it.” As if hypnotized, Madara stepped back, though his grip on Izuna’s hand never loosened. Hashirama placed two hands on Izuna’s chest, closed his eyes and a green glow emitted from them. Izuna’s faltering heart began to beat steadily again, and he slumped back, his expression that was once contorted in pain, now slack and peaceful.

“He’ll be asleep for a few hours.” Hashirama let his hands fall back to his sides, turning to Madara once more, grinning cheekily. “So. How bout it, Mada-chan?”

This time, Madara didn’t flinch away from the nickname.

—

“How about, The Village Hidden In The Leaves?”

Hashirama snorted. “That’s a pretty stupid name, Madara.”

Madara glowered at the man standing beside him, overlooking the plot of land that would soon become their safe haven. “I believe you said I could name the village.”

“Yeah, well that was before I knew how shit you are at naming things.”

Madara crossed his arms over his rippling chest. “I’m the one that named Izuna, you know.”

Hashirama rolled his eyes good naturedly. “And you went with the name of a mountain.”

“Fox spirit, actually.”

Hashirama placed a hand on Madara’s shoulder, eyes glowing with pride as he looked down at the soon-to-be village, the Uchiha and Senju milling about. “Look at it, Madara. Look at what we’ve done.”

And he did. 

The air passed easier through his chest.

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Hidden Within the Arrangement (8/?)

A/N: Happy holidays folks, I come bearing a gift of angst AND fluff?! This chapter has definitely been the most difficult one to write so far and while, I'm not completely happy with the outcome, I hope you guys will still be able to enjoy this extended part of the story. I'm finally introducing a long awaited character so here we go!

Warning(s): mentioned/referenced couples violence, mentioned/referenced child death, angst, some foul language, misunderstandings galore, arranged marriage, etc.

Word Count: 5.25K+

Taglist:  @tsukihimeyfan

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 “We’re going to get you Mada’!” 

 “In your dreams otouto!” 

 Jerking his body to the right, Madara let out a laugh of triumph at skirting around the corner without the embarrassment of slipping and wiping out, which occurred last time and had gifted him with a bruise on his right hip that ached madly for days. 

 “They’re gaining on us, aniki!” 

 Ryuma tightened his grip on Madara’s just a tad firmer, his voice erupting with squealing giggles from its place beside the older boy’s right ear. “Faster, aniki, faster!”

 Behind them were three racing bodies of various colors, a devilishly grinning Izuna leading the pack, the twins of Kaji and Kasai flanking his sides with ear splitting grins of their own. 

 The multitude of their small feet slapping readily against the floor announced their entrance into the small sitting room their mother often claimed as her own throughout the winter months, a shout of triumph escaping Madara and Ryuma’s mouths in perfect unison whilst they skidded to a grinding halt. 

 With a basket of yarn settled beside the crackling hearth, mother was needling away, the soft clicks of her needles meeting filling the once peaceful air coming to a halt while the young woman watched on with slight displeasure. 

 “What on earth is going on here,” Mother rested the near finished scarf within her lap, one brow arched in question. 

  “Look out!”

  Before either boy could even attempt to answer the woman, three bodies slightly smaller than Madara’s own crashed into him with a shout, sending the eldest and youngest flying to the floor in a pile of arms and legs.

 Laughter erupted from the five boys from their place on the floor, Ryuma able to wiggle free whilst Madara laid trapped at the bottom of the pile of bodies, Izuna laying prone atop him as Kasai and Kaji perched haphazardly on top of him, giggling like mad men. 

 Mother suddenly was standing above them all, having ventured over to their position in the chaos most likely, with a grinning Ryuma perched on one hip and her fist on the other, a look of fond exasperation worn on her unblemished face. “How many times do I have to tell you boys, no running in the house, hmm? You little rascals!” 

 In a blur of movement, her snake-like fingers were flying across Kasai’s exposed stomach, inciting a squeal of glee from the four year old whilst he tried to flee from their mother’s harmless assault. Knowing better than to wait and lay prey to their mother, Madara and Izuna began to squirm in earnest to free themselves from the pile, laughter from the five boys filling the air. Finally, after much struggle, Madara broke free, a shout of excitement escaping the eight year old as he crawled away from the carnage their mother wrought and to an excitedly clapping Ryuma, the three year old giggling madly at the situation unfolding before him.

  “Wait for me!”

  Izuna, after narrowly escaping the Uchiha matriarch’s clutches as the twins became her unwilling victims of tickling torture, scrambled over with a laugh of his own, raven locks messily tussled from the struggle. 

 After a few more moments passed, mother’s reign of terror came to an end with a victorious laugh, a twin settled on each of her hips, her painted smile warm and playful. “Oh how the mighty have fallen!”

 “Mama, let go,” Kaji fruitlessly struggled against the dragon of a woman with little fervor, his giggles making him incapable of doing so. 

 “I don’t believe I will,” Mother practically threw the twins into the air, plopping each of them herself down on her shoulders with little effort. “You boys were supposed to be asleep ages ago! If your father sees that you’re still awake, he’ll tan all of your hides.”

 From his place in Madara’s own lap, Ryuma gifted the woman with a smile. “But we’re not tired mama!” 

 “That I can see, but that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to allow you rascals to stay up any longer than you already have. Come along now.” She nodded towards the open doorway, kind but unrelenting. 

 A chorus of ‘awws’ filled the air whilst Madara and Izuna stood to their feet, the older brother placing Ryuma on his hips without a second thought. “But mama, papa will never know!” 

 “Oh, he’ll know alright, especially when he finds all of you running around the halls, making a mighty ruckus like you just were! Then the lot of you will whine and complain when he wakes you for early training as punishment, just like you do every time, and then I’ll have a handful of grumpy boys on my hands. It’s a no win-win situation for all of us in the end!” 

 The march to their shared room came to an end far too quickly for Madara’s taste, watching on in defeat whilst his mother set the twins on the ground and rolled the door to the side, gesturing them inward. “Now, accept your defeat, and crawl into bed. Your father should be home any minute now and you will need to be asleep before he does.” 

 With a cacophony of unwilling grumbles, the five boys scurried inside, Madara setting Ryuma on his futon before venturing over to his own beside Izuna.

 Quick to settle beneath the covers, Izuna piped up from his bed, an innocent almost shy smile on his face, “Mama, can you tell us a story?” 

 “A story? Was my lullaby earlier not enough for you?” 

 “Stories help us go to sleep even better than lullabies, mama!” Kasai gifted the woman with a tiring grin, the exhaustion of the day slowly creeping up on the young boy. 

 Let out an exaggerated sigh of surrender, mother settled herself into a seiza between Madara and Izuna’s futons, promptly pulling their comforters up to their chins. “Fine, fine, a story it is! Now, what kind of story do you want to hear?” 

 “Ooo, ooo, the one about the Blessed One!”

 Mother chuckled at all of their enthusiasm, shifting her body just enough to rest on her right hip, brushing stray locks from Izuna’s face, “Let me see, how does that story go again? Ah, yes.” 

 “In the days of the Sage of Six Paths, there were two sons, one who had incurred the Sage’s favor and the one who bore the first Sharingan. Angered by the Sage’s favoritism towards his brother, our progenitor abandoned his home and everything he knew in hopes of finding solace and support elsewhere. Day and night the brother journeyed, searching high and low for a place to declare as his own until one day, with a wary soul and worn feet, he found settlement amongst a set of mountains. It was there that he was warmly welcomed by the small settlers, and they provided the brother with food, shelter, clothes, and company for the first time in months. The one who welcomed him with the greatest fervor was the clan head’s lone daughter and what an oddity she was, with hair white as freshly fallen snow and eyes red as wine, skin marked in crimson tattoos that stood out beautifully against her pale skin. As practitioners of the ancient religion, the clan believed the daughter to have been touched by Amaterasu herself, viewing her as a Blessed One amongst their small community. Wowed by not only her appearance but also by her wit and charm, the brother chose to settle in the village and spent many of his days with the daughter, learning and exploring the vast mountainside the valley below. A year had passed by the time he gathered the courage to ask her father for her hand in marriage, in which the clan head readily agreed. So in time, the brother and the Blessed daughter fell in love and married, bringing forth five sons of their own. Following their sons’ births, the brother ventured downwards into the valley below in search of wild game and berries, only to be met with his brother and his followers. Upon meeting one another, a great battle occurred, and in hopes of sparing the village and his newfound family, the brother led his attackers away from the mountains and fled further into the continent. Afraid of his brother following him home, the brother never returned to his family and was forced to begin anew in the Land of Fire, in turn creating the Uchiha clan of which we are a part of today. However, even with his new people and clan, the brother yearned greatly for the Blessed Woman from the mountains and died facing the great twin mountains in hope of her watching down upon him. It is said that those born with the features of the Blessed Woman are her reincarnations and that they are searching for her beloved husband in hopes of one day reuniting with him once again. As legend has it, their eternal love for one another is why the sharingan is tied to our emotions, especially to that of love, and why our chakra affinity happens to be katon, for our love burns deeply for those we love.”

 Tiny snores echoed across the room as the story came to a close, the twins, Ryuma and Izuna now peacefully slumbering in their futons whilst Madara laid with heavy eyes. 

 “Mama?” 

 Brushing away his messy waves from his eyes, mother watched on in fond curiosity. “What is it, my dearest?”

 “Do you think,” Yawning quietly, the eight year old snuggled further into the covers, keeping just one eye open. “-I’ll be able to find someone to be my Blessed one day?” 

 A smile that Madara was unable to decipher grew on the beautiful woman’s face, her hand coming to cup his cheek. “Oh, how great is the fire of an Uchiha’s soul, for it shines brighter than the heavens and its blaze is more scorching than the magma that serves as the veins of this world. The Uchiha feel deeper than any other, our love is stronger than any storm imaginable, and all cower at the symbol of such emotion, the Sharingan.”

 “-But now, oh now I see that could be anything farther from the truth because there was never any hope for whatever we call this sorry excuse for an arranged marriage because there never was any to begin with! Because you are incapable of love-!”

 “As long as you possess our clan’s dojutsu, Madara, you will find your Blessed, that I am sure of,” Her index finger came to gently tap the space between his eyes, a weird reminiscent like sadness filling her dark irises. “Just remember, my little spitfire, to treat your Blessed as if they are Amaterasu herself, for you only have one lifetime.” 

 “You have rejected my courting gifts, you have insulted and assumed every step, you have not come to me with your discontent regarding our courting but to my brother when it is truly none of his business,” With the calm before a storm, Tobirama refused to break eye contact with Madara’s crimson-obsidian eyes, voice steady as the earth beneath their feet. “I have accepted your terms, your rules, your culture, your barbed words, your hatred for me. So, what have you done but do the opposite?” 

 “They will be your soulmate, a rarity amongst those on this earth, the fan to your flame, your other half.”

 “You are no better than I in the end, Uchiha. The only difference between us is that I am willing to accept the monster that I am.”

 The rain that day had done nothing to cool Madara’s raging temper, each raindrop sizzling angrily against his magma hot skin whilst the Senju standing before him cut the two of them apart with the skill of a surgeon. His words cut deep, their meaning searing Madara’s bones without mercy, his heart crying out in agony whilst his mind imploded on itself. Everything had become too loud yet too quiet, senses going haywire all while this facade of an arranged marriage was cracked open like a roasted chestnut, his faults laid out before him and damning. He had tried to escape, to withhold the explosion of emotions and harsh memories growing within him, but in one shove and an accompanying shout, Madara had ruined what little was left to salvage between him and his intended. 

 “What did you do?!”

 In a blur, Tobirama had somehow ended on the ground, slouched against the gateway, snowy locks growing dark with crimson, a smear of fresh scarlet blood marring the wood behind him. Madara had been unable to move, to breath, to speak, to do anything whilst he numbly watched Izuna hurry to the bleeding teen’s side–he had caused this. Tobirama’s head lolled about without coordination as Izuna asked if he was alright, clearly in a daze of some sort, yet before either Uchiha could move to stop him, the teen was lifting a shaky hand and was gone in a flurry of leaves. Neither Izuna or Madara had known what to do as they stood in the middle of the storm, both sopping wet and minds reeling, unable to say a word or think a thought. They both remained quiet for the rest of the evening, even after dragging one another inside, both too shocked to speak until finally, at breakfast the next morning, right before stuffing a small mouthful of rice into his mouth, Hikaku had broken the silence between them. 

 In his typical deadly calm demeanor, Hikaku placed his bowl on the chabudai before him with a sigh, body primed and voice stern. “Alright, what did you two do now, and don’t try to convince me everything is fine. You two are never this quiet unless something bad happened, so spill it already.” 

 Much to Madara’s chagrin, Izuna beat him to the punch. 

 “During the storm yesterday, Senju Tobirama paid us a visit.” Clearly distraught both physically and emotionally, the nineteen year old refused to make eye contact with either of them. “It didn’t go well.” 

 “What do you mean ‘it didn’t go well’,” Hikaku shifted his gaze back and forth before it ultimately came to settle on Madara’s hunched form, concerned realization dripping thickly off his person. “Madara?” 

 Growing agitated, Izuna piped once more as Madara choked on the lump caught in his throat, emotions fluctuating dangerously within his chest. “He didn’t do anything, it was that Senju Demon-!” 

 Their cousin paid the teen no mind, his dark and heavy gaze never leaving Madara for a second. “Madara, did something between you and Tobirama-sama?” 

 “It is as Izuna said,” The lump in his throat promptly grew in great proportion as answered his cousin’s query. “The Senju paid us a visit and it didn't go well.” 

 “There is more to it and you know it. No, what happened between you two and Tobirama-sama?” Hikaku’s face contorted into an unrelenting glare. 

 *Bang, bang*

 Before either brother could gather the strength or will to even broach the truth of yesterday’s fallout, two loud bangs echoed from the front of the house, a shout of rage following close behind. 

 “I know you’re in there, Uchiha! Come out and face me!” 

 The three Uchiha males sat at the table stupefied, the voice of an enraged Senju Touka reverberating throughout the home. Madara and Hikaku shifted their questioning gazes to a fearful looking Izuna, the teen promptly throwing a defensive glare their way, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. “What are you two looking at me for?!”

 “I’m going to give you till the count of five to come out here and face me like a man, Uchiha, peace treaty be damned!” 

 Growing annoyed with the noise the female Senju was generating because how dare she demand things of any of them, Madara stood to his feet and stalked out of the dining room, Hikaku calling after him. 

 “Madara, wait-!” 

 "One, two, three-!" 

 He waited for no one, wasting no time to march up to the sliding door and sliding it open with a resounding crack, temper flaring dangerously the moment his obsidian irises met Touka’s fiery pools of rich soil. “What do you want, Senju witch-?!”

 The Senju stood firm in her spot in the doorway, a nasty snarl marring her typically stoic facial features as she brutally cut him off mid-question. “Where is he, Uchiha?!”

 Madara glared at the threatening kunoichi with eyes sharp as kunai, the earthquake of emotions with him growing more violent with every passing moment. “I have no idea what you are speaking of, blasted woman!”

 “Don’t you dare act as if you’re stupider than you already are, you Uchiha bastard,” Moving to place her face only inches from his own, a growl as aggressive as that of a mother bear protecting her cubs ripped out of her throat. “Where is my cousin, where is Tobirama?!”

 “Your beloved baby cousin isn’t here, hasn’t been since last evening when he barged on our property and promptly lost his mind. Not that it was surprising if you truly think about it, seeing how animalistic he can be at times with his bloodlust and all.” Izuna, having joined Madara in the doorway at some point in time, gave the Senju kunoichi a leveling stare, practically daring her to try and do something to his aniki all while a concerned Hikaku came to stand behind him. 

 Touka let loose another menacing growl, hands curling into tight fists as she moved to attack the younger Uchiha brother. “You have no right, I’ll-!” 

 “You’ll do nothing, Senju witch!” Madara forced himself between the two, readying himself to put the bitch in her place, not caring that she was Hashirama’s cousin or not. “Now get off my property before I-!” 

  “Before you do what, Madara-sama?"

  The ice cold voice of Hashirama’s curse of a wife froze the Uchiha clan head mid sentence, Madara’s head snapping over to the side to see the damned Uzumaki demon strategically standing there, primly dressed and poise set to perfection. A look of indifference sat on her face but oh he knew better; the quieter and more polite Mito was, the more dangerous she became. 

 Stepping forward to settle beside Touka with grace, the Uzumaki princess’s once stoic face split into a warm, endearing grin of imminent danger whilst she gifted them with a bow of apology. “Please forgive my cousin’s brashness Madara-sama, Izuna-sama, Hikaku-sama. She does not mean to cause any misgivings between our families-.” 

 “Like hell I don’t-!” 

 Mito ignored the haughty kunoichi with the skill of a well-practiced politician, placing a dainty but daring hand on the woman’s forearm. “-we are simply in search of Tobirama and hoped you had seen him recently. He never returned home last night and when we went in search of him at his lab, we found quite a disturbing scene.” 

 Madara’s body stilled as if he had been caught in a Nara’s cursed shadow paralysis jutsu, mind sent reeling as his heart began to beat incessantly against his ribcage. A disturbing scene-?!

 Hikaku, who had remained quiet until that moment, spoke up from his place behind Izuna. “Is Tobirama-sama alright, Mito-sama?”

 “See now, that is our dilemma, we do not know if he is or not,” Worry graced the Uzumaki’s features, her earrings swaying from the faint breeze in the air. “When we arrived at Tobirama’s lab, we found blood and broken glass but he was nowhere to be found. It seems he may have been in a struggle with someone but the likeliness of this is extremely, seeing how heavily warded the space is.” 

 “Can you not sense him anywhere in the village?” The youngest of the three Uchiha placed a grounding hand on Madara’s shoulder, Hikaku shifted his gaze between the redhead and the Uchiha clan head, as if to gauge his reaction to the situation at hand. Mito Uzumaki was known for three things; her spotless etiquette, her mastery in fuinjutsu, and her impressive sensor abilities. If she was unable to sense Tobirama, that could only mean-.

 His heartbeat only seemed to intensify as the woman responded with a shake of head in the negative, deep violet-almost-black irises peering up at the men in concern. “I have not been able to sense him all morning. He has either hidden his chakra signature or-.” 

 “Someone has cut him off from his chakra,” Izuna finished unhappily, his glare set on the two women never fading. “And you think that we’re behind it, don’t you?” 

 Releasing a growl of indignation, Hikaku settled a glare of his own on the nineteen year old.

 “Izuna!”

 Yet the teen would not have it, pointing an accusatory finger towards the Uzumaki. “Oh please, they wouldn’t be here unless they suspected we were a part of this madness!” 

 “Izuna-sama, please do your best to not misunderstand us nor our queries, we are simply attempting to retrace Tobirama’s steps to better understand where he may have gone,” Mito slid her hands within the sleeves of her kimono, face darkening with seriousness. “The only reason why we are even here is due to the fact that we have found a faint yet present hint of his chakra on the gateway of your property.”

 What hint? Tobirama had left nothing in his messy retreat, nothing aside from-. 

 Shit. 

 As if a predator was moving in for the kill, the Uzumaki demon stared at Madara with bloodthirsty eyes, just waiting to feast on its prey, which just so happened to be him. “Now, answer me this Madara-sama, why is my otouto’s blood smeared on your gateway?” 

 “What?!”

 Hikaku’s outcry of indignation forced the clan head to wilt before the small group, his gaze never leaving Mito’s.

 “What happened wasn’t our fault! Your cousin trespassed onto our property, rambling like a mad man about aniki being incapable of love and accused him of putting their arranged marriage in jeopardy!” Izuna was practically frothing at the mouth now, hands clenched into fists of fury. “Madara told him to leave and when the Demon refused, he-!”

 Never had Tobirama refused to leave. No, his ever self-sabotaging temper had gotten the better of him and hurt an already hurting individual. Madara realized this as he absentmindedly listened to Izuna and Hikaku bickered, his dark eyes never leaving Mito’s own, and much to his horror, he came to realize something even more troubling. In his anger, he had never taken the time to think as to why Tobirama had been upset or why he had spoken like that, too riled up by Izuna and the unexpected show of crippling emotion from the teen to fully grasp how dire the situation had been. For the first time, Tobirama had truly shown his emotions and what had Madara done in return? Oh, he belittled him, accused him of wanting child murder, of trying to dissolve the peace treaty and in turn destroy the village that he himself had greatly contributed to, and top it all off, Madara had assaulted him without a shred of reason other than he lost control of his emotions like some young child. 

  “You are no better, Uchiha.”

  At times, the truth hurts and kami, it hurt now more than ever and Madara deserved to feel every bit of that pain. Because Tobirama had, whether he deserved it or not. 

 “-was Tobirama bleeding when he left this yard?! Answer me!”

 At the feeling of hand roughly grabbing his collar, Madara was abruptly forced from his thoughts and back into the present, right into the snarling visage of Senju Touka. “Are you stupider than you look, bastard?! What did you do to Tobi?!” 

  No more lies, no more skirting around the issues at hand, no more ignoring how broken his and Tobirama’s arranged marriage already was because of their mistakened ignorance. It was to face the music. 

 “I shoved him,” the effect of his words was immediate, various reactions coming forth from the four people standing in his vicinity. “To accuse an Uchiha of being incapable of loving another, it is equivalent to saying that they are a heartless monster and it is one of the greatest insults an Uchiha can endure. I lost hold of my temper, but I hadn’t realized just how hard I had pushed him or that I pushed him at all until I saw the blood from the back of his head smeared on the gateway.” 

 He turned his attention back to Mito, his heart heavy and his consciousness even heavier. “He shunshinned away before we could do anything to help him.”

 The dragon of woman watched him with calculating eyes, flakes of righteous anger swimming about in her dark irises, before finally, much too little relief to Madara, she sighed in reluctant defeat. 

 “None of that matters now, what does matter is that Tobirama's chakra has become undetectable and he is nowhere to be found and injured. If Tobirama hit his head hard enough to bleed, we also need to assume he is concussed but coherent enough to be capable of shunshinning to his lab,” She shifted her attention to Touka, fresh worry flooding her facial features. “He must have landed on one of his lab tables, meaning he most likely has additional injuries aside from his concussion. The pool of blood we found on the floor of his lab was small but still worrying; he could be bleeding out somewhere as we speak.” 

 “You never mentioned that there was a pool of it,” Izuna cried out, clearly disturbed by the events unfolding before them. 

 Touka was swift to give the boy a mocking sneer. “Sucks to have important information withheld from you, doesn’t it Uchiha?” 

 “Enough! Arguing amongst ourselves is not going to assist us in locating Tobirama-sama!” Hikaku’s shot a stern glare that was searing hot, just daring for one of them to object, and after seeing that neither had something to say, he set his sights on the tree brain’s wife. “Mito-sama, you said you’ve been retracing Tobirama-sama’s steps up to his lab, correct? Is it possible he shunshinned elsewhere in the village, a place he felt safe enough to recover in or perhaps someone to stay with?” 

 It took the Uzumaki a moment, but a dawning look of realization flooded both her and Touka’s face as their gazes shifted to one another before the two women turned to the three Uchiha. “In times when he had migraines, Tobirama prefers to spend time with my husband in his office at the Hokage Residence.”

 “Says that the dolt’s earth chakra is grounding or some bullshit,” Touka pulled away, clearly making to leave. “Let’s hope he’s there, Mito-.” 

 “Wait!”

 Madara moved before he even realized what he was moving, his gloved hand coming to take hold of the kunoichi’s arm in hopes of halting the woman for just a second. She originally spun around with disgust, but he must have looked quite pitiful for the sickening emotion lessened just a tad the moment she saw his face. “We’ll come with you. The more of us, the quicker we’ll be able to find Tobirama.” 

 “Hhmph, don’t act like you care about Tobirama now just because he might be in danger, because of your actions no less! You’ve treated him like utter dog shit from the moment that peace treaty was signed!” Never one to surrender in all the times Madara encountered the female Senju, Touka wasted no time on pouncing on the Uchiha’s tender faults. “Why on earth should we believe that you give a damn enough to help us find him after all that you’ve done?!”

 “Because, he’s my Blessed One.” 

 Hikaku and Izuna’s necks should have let out a resounding crack with how fast their heads snapped towards his direction, mouths agape in a mix of emotions he didn’t have the time to decipher. 

 “And what in the fuck is a ‘Blessed One’,” Touka growled in question, shifting her body just enough to inform Madara he had successfully interrupted the kunoichis departure. 

 Face growing hot, Madara moved to explain, but found the words would not leave his mouth, embarrassed at having to explain something so intimate to an outsider, the cousin of his intended no less. 

 “A Blessed One is an individual that is believed by the Uchiha to be a child of Amaterasu herself, one of red eyes and snowy hair,” Much to his relief, Hikaku rose to the occasion as he often did when the clan head became flustered. “Tobirama-sama’s very appearance is why we pushed for the arranged marriage in the first place, for Madara-sama, our clan head, to be married to a child of our patron goddess is the greatest show of empowerment an Uchiha can ever obtain.” 

 “They are also believed to be one’s true soulmate, the yin to an Uchiha’s yang. Rare and highly coveted by all of our people.” 

 “If all of this is true, if Tobirama truly is a ‘Blessed One’ like you say he is.” Mito implored, curiosity killing the cat. “Then somewhere, hidden behind all of this callousness and brisk behavior, you believe him to be your soulmate, don’t you?” 

 Somewhere, deep down past all of the trauma and confusion and inter-clan mishaps between them, a part of him that represented the young child still within himself believed that the pale boy Madara saw staring back at him across the battlefield all those years ago was his soulmate. 

 “-It is said that those born with the features of the Blessed Woman are her reincarnations and that they are searching for her beloved husband in hopes of one day reuniting with him once again.”

 The hopeful awe that had filled the chest of that young child, the sudden inability to take a breath because the boy standing before him was everything Madara could have ever wanted, had been overshadowed by the bloodsoaked fields and countless years of needless war amongst their peoples. Life had been cruel to place them on the opposite sides of conflict, having them born as inherited enemies and tied to one another by a thin, red string of fated lovers. 

 “Yes.” 

 Though it was no answer of extravagance, the single word that fell from his stiff lips had the weight of a million. 

 Much to the Uchiha’s surprise, for he had been expecting a dismissive scoff at the least from the Uzumaki, a soft, genuine smile of understanding grew on her painted lips. “Then let us all be on our way, shall we?” 

 Before any of them could speak, a burst of leaves had been left in the redhead’s wake, and before doing the same, Touka gifted Madara with a glare of warning. “If we find my cousin dead, no peace treaty will stop me from removing your head from your shoulders. Got it?” 

 “Crystal,” Madara slumped forward with emotional exhaustion, this much outward expression wearing on his bones. 

 “Smart answer, dumbass.” 

 With that, Touka was gone, leaving the three young men in her wake. 

 “You really meant that, didn’t you,” Madara didn’t have the energy to face Izuna head on. “The whole thing about Tobirama being your soulmate?” 

 Refusing to touch yet another emotional can of worms, Madara readied himself to shunshin. “We shouldn’t keep the Senju and Uzumaki waiting. Either join us or stay behind, it’s your choice.” 

 Not wanting to wait and see what his brother would choose, Madara performed the hand signs needed and thrust his chakra forward, shunshinning himself one step closer to finding his missing husband.

 ~~~

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[rarepears]

Masterpost [July 2022 ideas 1/2]

July 2022 (1/2)

Find the second half of July's masterpost here.

lan wangji finds himself being married off to cang qiong sect auluo binghe

shen jiu's brocon brother au

imagine if itachi uchiha was reborn as lan xichen au

hashirama and madara reincarnates as wei wuxian and nie huaisang respectively au

sung jinwoo is a farmboy au

shang qinghua in bungo stray dogs au

wei wuxian reincarnates into svsss as an imperial prince and raises a dead shen jiu as a fierce corpse (and his future tutor) au

give me a tech illiterate Jinwoo who's feeling the impacts of growing up poor w/ single parent & then struggle to raise sis on his own au

shen jiu was aizawa's hero teacher and then becomes bakugou's as well au

shen yuan is married to yue qingyuan and everyone thinks that shen yuan is shen jiu's older brother when he isn't au

lan wangji finds himself being married off to cang qiong sect au

Dolores must be the wizarding world’s name equivalent of Karen.

Mama Jiu tea party in which multiple shen jiu's with kids meet up to discuss life au

sung jinah transfers to ouran high school after high orcs destroy her previous high school au

 Sung Jinwoo who is a professor AU

if sung jinah used her internet slang for evil aka she bullies jinwoo with it au

sung jinwoo x tywin lannister au

Sung jinwoo ends up with a baby Hibari (khr) au

mdzs modern verse poolboy wei wuxian and music professor lan wangji au

xanxus's cloud guardian is shen jiu (and cloud!luo binghe tags along) au

 the married life of sung jinwoo and wen ruohan au

PIDW reborn as cats and Shen Jiu is the lucky cat owner au

cumplane i didn't know that was you edition au

aizawa's chronic pain the TMJ edition au

if yue qingyuan and shen jiu were actually blood brothers but shen jiu was too young to remember their family au

in which the system places shen yuan's soul into shen jiu's body in a very very different way au

hibari reborn as a lannister au

shen yuan unknowingly is dating his son's teacher au

solo leveling meta

shen jiu moves to gotham with baby!shen yuan to start a new job at wayne enterprise and his new neighbor is jason todd au

Nie Mingjue X Meng Yao - married AU

shen jiu gets a thirsty onlyfans system so he never goes to cang qiong au

jason todd has no clue what the fuck is going on but he's oddly popular among these svsss folks when he's just trying to kill them au

if luo binghe did not join cang qiong then what would happen? au

pitch black is the guardian of tik tok au

sung jinwoo time travels and now there's two sung jinwoo's au

gojo x tony stark

Yue Qingyuan revives a dead Shen Jiu and Cang Qiong assumes that Shen Jiu must be Yue Qingyuan's childhood love au

twink!Sung Jinwoo (except he's the immortal monarch of death) X Endeavor au where hawks is SufFeRiNg

 sung jinwoo's english name is chad sung au

 hibari reincarnates as Lang Xichen's twin au

single parent of a plant baby thy name is shen jiu au

aizawa gets himself a posh european boyfriend named hannibal and it's going GREAT until it's not au

Sung Jinwoo is Jinah's maternal grandfather who reawakens as S ranked hunter au

the svsss war on drinking milk to prove ones true noble heritage au

tifa (FF7) reincarnates as jiang yanli and thus jiang yanli x nie mingjue

#masterlist #masterpost #bnha #boku no academia #naruto #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #svsss #solo leveling #game of thrones #manhwa #star wars #yuri on ice #mdzs #mao dao zu shi

[kendochick-moor]

Hey Moor! I love your writing, your Art of Datibg a Rich man series is one of my absolute favorite fanfics ever!!!

I’ve got a writing question but please ignore this question if it’s annoying or you don’t feel like answering！I want to know how to you write your characters thoughts and emotions so well?? I noticed when I was rereading the Madara prequel to Art of Dating a Rich man it’s always clear, sometimes painfully, what he’s thinking or his emotions are - BUT you never really write “madara thinks” or “madara feels”.

Maybe this is a selfish ask but I’ve been trying to write and and I want to get better but I can’t seem to communicate thoughts or feelings well without it sounding clunky or awkward. When I think of good writing and the kind of quality I want to be able to achieve someday, your works always come to mind. There’s something very natural and graceful about how you write your characters that they’re almost tangible ( if that makes any sense?) but I can’t seem to do anything even remotely close.

Again, please ignore the question if you want. But you should know in all seriousness I reread your fanfics seasonally and can’t thank you enough for the joy they bring!!!!!

Magic. :)

(Jk!)

Also, thank you very much for the compliment! <3

To answer your questions!...

1. I treat the people in my stories (fanfic and OF) like people. :) I refer to them the way I would refer to people whom I know, with emotions, attitudes, shortfalls and motivations, all of which can change over time, like real people do. :) I don't know why/how, but it makes it easier for me to write them when I consider them people instead of characters.

2. A friend of mine once beta'd an early fic for me for the Saiunkoku Monogatari fandom and she left a comment that has stuck with me for 15+ years: "What’s another way to say this?" BOOM. THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT. It's the crux of 'show, don't tell'. Instead of telling what someone feels, think about how it could be shown/displayed/conveyed: a furrowed brow could indicate concentration, concern, anger, confusion. A simple gesture can convey so much--and it may mean different things for different people (characters). Context, dialog, situation and characterization will fill in the blanks--but that furrowed brow is what indicates to the reader the impact the situation/action has on the people (characters) in it. I think very visually (constantly.... I am the one who hears a song and within 20 seconds I have a scene/story that reflects its emotion/impact). It's a compulsion, tbh. It's why I have so many WIP. But if/when I find my writing/a scene is dragging, the first thing I start checking is, "what's another way of saying this?". (And then choosing a passage that I think would be more meaningful/impactful if I changed how it was presented.)

3. I am really impressed you noticed this, because I don't know if I have mentioned it often: I very much avoid using the words, "feel/felt". "Think" is another, though I admit that I have been lazy and started using it again more recently. :) Thisr relates back to #2 above: don't tell what your character/person feels/thinks--show it via their actions and behaviour.

I am not sure how familiar you are with K-dramas, J-dramas and Taiwanese dramas, but I find they employ symbolism and actions very effectively to convey intention and meaning.

Example: Imagine a young woman (who was forced to hide her gender and live as her twin brother for reasons). She may still long to be able to someday live her life as a woman, but is afraid of what her family will think since she has been a boy for so long. What may reassure her would be her family telling her that they support her. But what would show it? Her father presenting her with a beautiful dress, possibly one she admired in secret, and him telling her he has always been proud of her, no matter what/who she was. (Kudos to those who recognize this scene from a particular K-drama!) Does her father specifically outright say, "Go, be a woman now!" ? No. He gives her the tools and his support so she has the agency and confidence to embrace it herself. He shows her (and, in turn, the audience.)

You mentioned TAoDaRM above. :) This fic may come across more naturally written because some characters and actions are based upon real people, and that made writing it much easier. (Hashi and Tobi are based on very specific people, for example, who are very important to me.) I tried very hard to SHOW emotion and reaction in this story with body language and dialog (and parallel scenes--where dialog or actions in one scene are repeated again later to compare and contrast the growth of a character or compare him/her with something that was previously mentioned... think of Sakura’s dinners with each of the men, or when Madara teases Hashi about Hashi someday being jealous of him, or of one man saying, "the girl or your brother", and Madara repeating it to Tobi...) These words, actions, scenes and parallels are all quite deliberately placed to bring the reader's attention to the importance of these scenes and events. Different contexts give the words different meanings and evoke differentemotions. :) Again with the goal of making these characters feel like real people.

If you would like more examples or would like to talk through any of this, let me know (I am a flaming narcissist and love talking about myself and my work). I genuinely enjoy helping others, so if you'd like we can chat about your stories, I can beta for you, and/or if you're on Discord we can voice chat and look at your strengths and goals together ❤.

EDIT: .... there's also extensive use of Resist the Urge to Explain (RUE) in TAoDaRM... but that's another post for another day. ^_^

I hope this helps! <3

Happy writing!!! I have a massive amount of respect for you analyzing your work and wanting to improve!!

[electrasev5nwrites]

Ninja Daily: Vapors 24

Uchiha Itachi looked once more at the picture of his target, Uzumaki Naruto, and considered banging his head against the wall. It would be most undignified and out of character, but then again, so was the fact that he had managed to overlook the fact that his otouto's sensei had taken one student before the team with the jinchuuriki. Just one—which was more than a bit unusual. Even Itachi himself had been on a genin team (if only for about a month).

He had sent a query with a mutual contact about young, red-headed kunoichi in Konoha's active forces in an attempt to figure out who that girl had been. There couldn't possibly be very many, he had thought. Only about a third of the active forces were female, only 26 percent of which were under the age of twenty, and he knew that the vast majority of Konoha's citizens were far less colorful than those of Mist or Snow.

As it turned out, there were only two kunoichi who fit his description, and both of them shared a last name with his jinchuuriki target.

When he had received the initial briefing on his target, it hadn't taken Itachi long at all to put a few pieces of information together and come to a few conclusions. He certainly hadn't missed the connection between the boy's birthday and the day that he was sealed, and his last name implied that he was a direct relative of the former jinchuuriki. Public records listed that woman as one Uzumaki Kushina who had been listed as dying on the day of the nine tails' attack. The fact that his sister shared a shade of this Kushina's unusual hair color seemed to lend credence to the theory that she was their mother and not some other relative.

It seemed most likely that the woman had died in childbirth in a Madara-assisted tragedy and it had been covered up for some reason, Itachi had surmised. Perhaps it had been intended to prevent her name from being smeared after her death by upset villagers looking for a scapegoat for the horrors of that day? If that had been the intention, it had worked well enough. Itachi remembered the confusion of the days after October tenth and the moment that fingers had seemed to point at the Uchiha clan on the basis of a legend.

If Madara was to be believed, the villagers had been onto the correct path of deductive reasoning even if the people they pointed fingers at were innocent. However, when they turned their resentment towards the new jinchuuriki after his identity became clear, they had failed to show such clarity of vision.

After all, it was obvious even to Itachi who had no memories of seeing the man in person that this Uzumaki Naruto was the child of the fourth Hokage. The resemblance was far too strong for any other conclusion to be reached. Unless Namikaze Minato was an absolute monster of a man, he would not have sealed a demon inside his own child without being certain that it was safe. Itachi was certain that both of those children were kept under tight supervision. It would explain Jiraiya's connection to the girl and why he was taking a personal interest in Naruto when conventional wisdom would have indicated that the boy should have been kept within the village while S class criminals hunted him. Konoha's jinchuuriki was a treasure of the country for more than just the contents of the ink on his belly.

That heritage meant, he concluded rather bitterly, that the twin of the jinchuuriki may well be a person of interest on her own merits rather than as a note about a possible weakness to use against Naruto. No child of the Red Chained Death and the fourth Hokage would be content with mediocrity.

Still, no amount of Uzumaki sealing or Namikaze speed (he had been doing a lot of reading up on the two figures he had previously only known about in a passing sense) would explain the girl's strange visions. Unless it was a bloodline ability that had been concealed? Very possible, he concluded. Anyone with sense at all could tell that it was a very dangerous ability that could easily be misused. If the Uchiha had really had the predictive powers they boasted about, they would have denied everything that hinted at the ability and hoarded it as best as they could.

Then again, if it had been an Uzumaki trait, their village probably wouldn't have been destroyed, Itachi mused rather wryly. He struggled not to let any irritation rise. 'This is an unproductive line of reasoning.' He blinked slowly, lifting his head to view the sunrise outside his window. 'Without more information about how such an ability would function, I cannot draw conclusions about what limitations it may possess or what a user would do with it.'

What was more important, Itachi decided, was determining if he should act on the information he had unwittingly stumbled upon or not. His initial plan had been to stall retrieving the Nine-Tails for as long as possible and feeding Jiraiya information that would hopefully lead to the incapacitation of Akatsuki personnel to prevent their goals.

It seemed unlikely that the girl would do anything to interfere with those aims. Perhaps it would just be best to gather what information he could and step carefully.

There was an awkward four-way stare off between Aiko and the three genin she would be leading on a short messenger mission as a way to get them a little experience outside of the village and give her experience with command. She swallowed, hard.

The genin just looked so… tiny. Had she really been that small only two years ago? 'No,' her mind supplied. 'I was one of the tallest kids in the Academy when I was nine. At their age, I must have been four inches taller than that.' A voice that sounded a little like Sasuke's was laughing hysterically at her somewhere in the back of her head. She resolved to never let him know about this mission if it didn't go well.

They didn't exactly look impressed with her either, to be fair. They were probably not expecting a thirteen year old Chuunin who didn't even wear her flak jacket.

She spent a moment wondering where the hell that thing was. The one they'd given her at age eleven had been far too large to wear. Maybe it was in the back of her closet somewhere.

The three children in front of her (and they seemed like children, even if those headbands made them adults) were from the group that Tsunade had bumped up into the genin corps to free up more experienced ninja to take the missions the village desperately needed to function. They probably weren't happy knowing that they wouldn't be getting a real Jounin sensei until the village found its equilibrium again, but they were at least smart enough not to voice the doubts they were obviously having. Their best chance for escaping the trap that the genin corps sometimes became was to find a sponsor in an upper level peer… like Aiko.

She cleared her throat and pasted on a smile. "Ohayo, I'm Uzumaki Aiko and I will be your team leader." There was a beat of silence while the eleven year olds glanced at each other with varying levels of skepticism and uncertainty.

Aiko committed to memory that the girl with the sleek black pigtails and blue eyeshadow in a white halter top and slit blue skirt was Akira, the dirty blonde boy beside her in a green sleeveless tee was Ken, and that the other little girl, a shy thing with shaggy bangs who was practically swimming in loose yellow clothing, was Emiko. She led them to the red bridge her team liked to meet at before folding her legs and encouraging them to sit on the sun-warmed wood as well to look over the mission brief.

"Have any of you been outside the village before?" At the three heads that shook silently, Aiko sighed and leaned back. She readied herself for a lecture. "All right then. The town we are going to is near our closest border outpost, normally manned by Chuunin," she started easily, cracking one eye open to be sure they were paying attention. "Can anyone tell me why that this mission is going to be run by a team of genin instead of a single Chuunin posted on border duty?"

Akira was apparently insightful enough to guess that the Chuunin at the border were basically glorified genin. When her teammates gave her scornful looks, Aiko cut in by ruffling the girl's hair.

"That's right, actually. In much the same way that you three were promoted before you were to normal genin standards because we desperately needed to fill the ranks, so have they been promoted. Therefore, while it is normally acceptable to take one Chuunin off patrol to run messages, we will be doing that off and on for a few weeks so that the border outpost doesn't lose any strength. Does anyone think they know what all they will need to bring for a mission like this? Feel free to ask questions."

"Um…" Emiko bit at her lower lip and looked down. "Should we bring full camping equipment? I mean, it's pretty warm this time of year, and they're so heavy that we won't be moving very fast if we carry them everywhere."

"Good question, but I think you'll be surprised by how cold it gets at night," Aiko informed in an amused tone. "I would pack a change of clothing other than what you wear out of the village, at least one of which is for colder weather. Normally you would be right about camping equipment, but I will have that under control. I need to practice my sealing anyways. So when we meet, lug your sleeping bags along if you have them. If not, at least one warm blanket."

"Weapons?" Emiko asked with more confidence this time.

"No more than you can carry in your holster, and only the kind you are most skilled with," Aiko confirmed. "I hope you all had good survival scores, because I will be making sure you can take care of gathering and preparing food within Konoha's borders on this trip." She made a face. Because the class had been graduated half a year early, they hadn't yet completed their curriculum. That meant she might be walking sobbing children through their first time skinning a bunny rabbit. Joy.

They gave each other uneasy looks, but let that pass without comment.

Then Aiko broached the topic that Kakashi never had with his genin team. "Your outfits," she started, watching with some amusement when all three of them glanced down, "are unsuitable for field work. I expect to see you report for duty with close-fitting clothing of dark or camouflage coloring and any flapping sleeves or such secured with bandages or clips that won't snag. Mesh or other light armor is recommended, and I don't want to see any polyester blends. That means cotton or other breathable fabrics. Does anyone not have clothing like that in their wardrobe?"

When two hands went up and the other wavered uncertainly, Aiko heaved a sigh and wondered why the hell the Academy didn't make this point more often.

She swiveled her ankles to place her feet flat on the red painted wood and stood up without bothering to unfold her legs, letting her left leg slide over to stabilize her weight. "Alright then, follow me kiddies. I will finance exactly one work appropriate outfit for all three of you, since I know you haven't been earning much yet. But I will be very disappointed if I don't see that you've added to it in a month or so. I know that weapons and food are important, but your clothes are ninja gear too."

The next day, she and her three mini-me ninjas (clad in long-sleeved tunics much like her own, complete with adorable little masks that Ken had been decidedly unhappy about) met at the gate. Izumo didn't bother to hide his snorts of laughter, eventually descending into desk-slapping hysterics. Aiko tapped her foot, unamused and with her lips pressed so tightly together that they were turning white.

That was about when Kotetsu looked up from his paperwork, scrunched up his face at his idiotic coworker in disgust, and then caught sight of Aiko and her three genin. His face turned green.

"Am I seeing things, or has Hatake finally figured out how to reproduce by splitting in thirds?" he half-whispered as if afraid to catch her attention.

Aiko turned bright red, cheeks coloring under the half-mask and slapped down her mission orders with more force than necessary. "Cut the crap, please" she snapped briskly. They didn't have to be such total dicks all the time. Okay, so maybe she hero worshiped her shishou a little bit. But that didn't give them license to mock her. He was actually a really freaking awesome shinobi. On his worst day, blinded and with both hands tied behind his back, he could easily put the hurt down on the two of them at once. They had no right to be anything less than reverent towards such a fine specimen. Besides, his preferences in mission gear were both practical and good-looking.

"Sure thing senpai," Izumo wheezed, not noticing his coworker disengaging from the conversation and snatching the last of his cruller.

She reached over and hit him upside the head. It took a few minutes of glowering and paper stamping to get them out of the village, at which point her ducklings tried to give her inquisitive looks. "Don't ask," she practically growled. "They're just jealous."

The eleven year olds noted her stomping and clenched fists. Wisely, none of them commented, though they did exchange looks behind her back that they probably assumed she didn't sense.

It quickly became clear that the genin were still innocent enough to be delighted by their first trip out of the village walls. Not for the first time, Aiko wondered if the strictly enforced restriction of travel was actually intended to cause children to associate the freedom outside with the glamour of being a ninja and not something that everyone should be able to experience. She said nothing, however. It wasn't a productive area of discussion, especially when she was the only person she knew whose formative ideals hadn't been purposefully engendered as part of Konoha's military culture.

She drove them at a grueling pace to the outpost more because it was professional than because she needed to work off irritation, stopping only once for a twenty minute break and sympathetically watched them struggle to get down as much water as possible with shaking fingers, flopping down onto the cool dirt.

"Slow down," she cautioned mildly after giving them a few minutes to make bad decisions. They probably wouldn't want to listen, but it would only be fair to give them the information to make the right choice. They'd remember it later. "You'll regret it if you make yourself sick. Use small, constant sips. And don't just fall over like a dead cat, stretch so that you don't get cramps."

'Wow, timid little Emiko has an unexpectedly fierce glare,' Aiko noted. Outwardly, she gave them a big silly grin that she was sure they could see through her mask. That surety was partially based on the fact that Akira grit her teeth and began breathing slowly through them as if she was counting her breaths. She forced her smile to move upwards, creasing her eyes. One of them actually managed to achieve mild killing intent.

'Hey, this is actually pretty fun,' she giggled to herself while doing her own stretches. She was just doing what she had to do—keeping them on task and moving at a respectable speed. The transition from training to be a shinobi and even introductory level shinobi active duty wasn't an easy one.

"Okay kids, break's over!" She did her best not to relish the overly-dramatic wails that came after. It was a veritable chorus of "that wasn't twenty minutes!"

It hadn't been. It was twenty three minutes, but breaks always felt too short when you were still coming down from a stomach-churning workout.

The next time that they stopped, it was for the night. It felt more than a bit silly to spend more than one day en route to the outpost. On her own, Aiko could have made the trip in about five hours. Her shishou undoubtedly could have done it in four. But luckily for her poor genins' sake, Aiko had possessed the foresight to ask Iruka-sensei as to just what speed she could safely push fresh genin to. The surprise on his face had indicated that either the common sense approach to information gathering was rare or that Iruka wasn't usually the person people asked. She wasn't sure if she should be depressed by that lack of practical habits or wonder if there was something wrong with Iruka's assessments that would lead people to avoid asking him those types of questions.

As it turned out, Ken had the quickest reflexes and brought down a hare first. When Emiko brought down the second, she had them skin and prepare them while Akira gathered wood, lit the fire, and went out on a short hunt for edible berries.

She split the watch into two-hour segments that night, taking the last watch herself and running a short perimeter check while Emiko practically crawled back into her sleeping bag with gummy eyes.

When tummies grumbled and the bags had been re-sealed back into one of the short scrolls Aiko tucked into her hip pouch, she withdrew four energy bars and passed them out. "If we hurry, we can pick up our package and stop for lunch at a teashop close to the outpost," she said mildly, knowing perfectly well that the thought of real food would be irresistible after having those terrible bars for two days in a row.

She let Ken take point and set the pace when they left again, taking the rear position so that she could keep them all in sight and keep an eye out for threats. It would be pretty terrible to have her genin swiped out from behind her on her very first command. Aiko was pleased to note that her admonishment about speed had been taken into account and Ken was setting a pace that had both him and Akira panting. Emiko took much longer to seem to give out steam, face flushing pink about the time that her teammates first had to take a five minute breather for drinks.

"We need to veer east," she advised mildly, letting Ken choose the exact path. She would have taken to a higher route through the trees, but the rookie genin were all unfortunately still bound by gravity's rules and had to take the somewhat more circuitous route around the thickest copses of trees.

Of all the people in the world who could have been manning the outpost, Shikamaru was the Chuunin who ambled out to meet them. He shook his head wordlessly, giving the panting genin a somewhat pitying look. "She made you run the whole way, did she?" Dark eyes passed over Aiko's sweat-free form. "I'm glad you weren't my sensei, Aiko-senpai."

Akira lifted her head to give Aiko a strange look, darting back and forth between the two Chuunin. Her expression was most politely described as 'incredulous'. Aiko was mildly offended. She was the same age as Shikamaru and about as tall as he was. He didn't really look any more impressive than she did. Maybe it was that damn vest? Goddamn, she was going to dig through her closet when she got home. If the smallest size fit Shikamaru's skinny ribs, hers should work fine now that she was older.

Of course Shikamaru caught the look. "When are you getting promoted?" he prodded, giving a slight smirk at the way she glowered. "If I'm Chuunin material, you're Jounin material."

"What, you want to share all the fun you're having?" she asked dryly. Then she shrugged artlessly. "It's a long story, that begins and ends with Kakashi-shishou mouthing off to a Hokage and telling them they aren't qualified to make decisions about promotions. There may have been pointed comments about someone's alcoholism and relative lack of intelligence. At this point, I think it would be best if I just let Tsunade-sama forget I exist so as not to draw any attention. I'm fine with Chuunin clearance anyway."

The boy snorted. "Bet she liked that." Shikamaru dug around in his hip pouch, extracting a brown paper bundle tied with blue string. "Here. It's too troublesome to hold onto this longer than I have to. My supervisor keeps checking to make sure I haven't lost it. It almost seems like they don't trust me or something."

Aiko snorted. "That's an adorable package," she deadpanned, unzipping her own pouch and tucking the surprisingly hefty 4x4x2 box inside.

It was in fact very cute, but the colored string was actually a message itself. It would have been yellow if the missive had been top priority. As it was, a blue stringed message wasn't worth dying to protect. More importantly, it meant that she hadn't lied to her genin about stopping for lunch.

She withdrew her own package from her thigh holster. Shikamaru raised an eyebrow but didn't comment about the fact that she had sealed everything inside a scroll instead of carrying it normally. It hadn't been an impossible amount of material—a few letters with updated orders, a package from someone's sweetheart that she suspected contained baked goods, and a few porno mags and personal items that had been unofficially entrusted to Aiko when word got out that she would be making the deliveries between Konoha and the outpost for the next few weeks. Officially, such things were contraband and personal belongings other than regular letters from family were not allowed on base.

Unofficially, it was widely accepted that border duty was magically even more fucking boring when one was off duty and extracurricular reading material was traded for prices that luxury goods were back home.

Aiko certainly didn't mind bringing the reading material with her; although a couple of the men who'd handed them to her seemed to expect to be beaten roundly about the head. She wasn't sure if the fact that they expected her to scream 'hentai' but had delivered it anyway meant that they were brave or just stupid. There was a fairly good chance that anyone who gave a thirteen year-old known for a cool head reason to scream about perverts would end up full of holes before Anko stopped to evaluate the situation. She did so love to puncture things.

Aiko did, however, mind the idea of passing adult contraband out to her bright-eyed genin to stick in their packs and carry. They were eleven, after all. Hence the sealing scroll.

"There's a 100 ryo delivery charge," she half-joked, trying not to wince at the idea of the expense she'd sunk into sealing it. That wasn't particularly cheap, and it hadn't been for her benefit.

"Ha, no." Shikamaru stuck his hands in his pockets and slouched, looking upwards like he was praying for strength. "I suppose I should get back to work now."

"Not likely," Aiko deadpanned. She turned a critical eye to her ducklings. "Does anyone need to rest a little longer, or are we ready to set out?"

Her brave trio of genin agreed that they were ready to leave (probably thinking with their stomachs) so she waved absentmindedly to Shikamaru and a woman she didn't know who yanked the scroll out of his hands and began to unfurl it before they had even set off.

The sun was cruel and yellow like the eye of a snake, sending punishing lashes down on her deceptively frail shoulders even through the material of her kimono. Temari flushed with heat, eyes darting back and forth between the two males arguing. She considered cutting in, but her newfound bravery around Gaara only went so far. It wasn't like he wanted anything ridiculous, after all. Better let him deal with it.

While all three of the siblings had been promoted to Chuunin after the far-too-eventful exams in Konoha (mostly because Gaara had informed the Council that they had been promoted and left without another word while they sputtered), they had been sent on very few missions as a team. This was in large part because the triumvirate of Sand elders jockeying for power and position placed very little trust in Gaara. She suspected that this mission was largely a trust exercise. Someone was sticking out their neck to demonstrate that the demon container could be controlled for the first time in his life and sent on a mundane mission. If they were wrong, there would doubtlessly be hell to pay. If Gaara snapped in Konoha and so much as stepped on a housewife's toes, Suna could very well be manhandled into even more painful settlements and treaties.

Of course, it was also possible that Gaara had delivered one of his once-frequent threats in order to finagle a rather extended trip to Konoha because he wanted to see his friend. Either way, it mattered little to Temari. Regardless of why, she was taking him back to the place that had changed his mind about defining himself in opposition to every other living being. Temari thought it was a bit of a hellhole- unpleasantly damp, full of loud and obnoxiously dressed weirdoes, and definitely more than a little bit hostile to Suna nin lately- but she was going to have to go and make nice with the Hokage regardless.

It still seemed strange to her that one fight could have altered her baby brother so much. It was almost a shame that she had been cowering behind a copse of trees for most of it and missed whatever the hell Uzumaki Naruto had said to convince Gaara to change his entire philosophy of life. Sometimes she woke up in the morning, saw the sand on her bedroom floor that indicated Gaara had checked on her during the night, and suffered a panic attack that constricted her throat and made it impossible for her to breathe before she remembered that he no longer wanted to hurt her. The absence of the threat almost weighed more heavily on her mind than the ever-present danger had for years.

They set off for the Land of Fire without words. Kankuro was not with them for this mission, a fact that would have worried her far more if she didn't know that he would be safely ensconced in his workroom while they were gone.

This mission was important, of course, but Temari, who had been trained in niceties since she was old enough to toddle, was really the only one being sent as a diplomat. Gaara had definitely not had many of those lessons, a fact which she had awkwardly tried to remedy in the past week when she heard he would be coming with her. With Gaara included on the team, she needed no other escort. It would have been too threatening to send another member at this delicate stage of negotiations. Besides, Sand had been so weakened by the failed invasion and Orochimaru's misuse of their forces that even the removal of a single talented Chuunin from the village could mean the difference between an adequate response force within the village walls in case of an emergency and being totally overrun.

That was probably why Councilman Shu had been arguing with Gaara about going, she idly noted. Despite being frightened of Gaara, all in Sand respected his strength.

She let him set the pace. It was no skin off her back if Gaara wanted to travel at insane speeds. Kankuro wouldn't have been able to keep up. Temari herself was misusing wind jutsu in order to travel on top of her fan while her red-headed brother sprinted like a man possessed. He didn't do things by halves, Gaara.

Of course, he didn't sweat either, she pouted when they reached the oasis where they habitually stopped to refill their water skins. It was unfair. The barrier of sand that protected his skin from even fatal glows also seemed to keep Gaara's porcelain skin safe from wind and sun burn. She wasn't utilizing the air-based jutsu that kept the hot air off her skin with a cushion of artificially cooled air—it was stupidly difficult to maintain while flying at high speeds, and the gusts she experienced on top of her fan kept her from getting too hot.

They didn't save her from minor sunburn, however, so she took a moment to withdraw her little blue pot of lotion and rub it onto her cheeks and the back of her neck while they stopped. Gaara's nose flared as if the scent bothered him, but he gave no comment.

#vapors #uzumaki aiko #electrasev5n #ninja daily #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

[kankuroplease]

the twins are very cute, I need headcanons of tenten being mom

Tenten used a marker on the bottom of their feet at the hospital to tell them apart and later nail polish

She actually caught on to their personality differences quicker than everyone else

Definitely the protective mom. She doesn’t let Neji’s men (outside of Lee) or Madara be around them.

Was super worried about leaving them at home for her first night out after having her daughters. She knew they were in good hands but, her babies 🥺

Would make sure to buy them something while out

Loves them dearly, but it creeps her out a little when they talk in unison

She’s pretty hands on with them and often takes them to the parks she used to go to as a kid

Wants them to learn martial arts for safety, but her oldest twin doesn’t show any interest and gives Gai Sensei a hard time at their lessons unless Mugen is there.

She’d go all out for their Halloween costumes. People expect her to dress them up cute, but they have a monster theme going

She’s fine a active wear and old clothes as a mom and doesn’t necessarily dress up unless she has to she cleans up really well and the kids love seeing mama look like a princess

Doesn’t care if the twins get into the prestigious academy and tells Neji they shouldn’t be judged so young. Especially because they’re not going to be held to the same expectations as their older brother

Cuts the crusts off their sandwiches and makes fun shapes

Reads them adventure stories for bedtime

Once they’re a bit older, she’s taking them to work with her to teach them about automotives

She’d have a hard time relating to her oldest as she’s hyperfeminine and uninterested in getting “dirty” (she doesn’t want to work and wants to wear frilly things/just be cute💀)

But wouldn’t stop trying to find common ground with her

It would be much easier with the youngest as she’s into sports and cars, just like her mom

Each year they got older, Tenten would ensure that their aware that they have a choice they don’t have to follow their brother and father

No matter how different the girls may act, they love playing a good prank on mom (and dad). So tenten will learn to watch for signs

Takes time to personally teach them how to play soccer

She will have kept every bad school art project they’ve made

#ask #tattoo shop au #tsau: tenten #kpz tsau 🖋️ #kpz tsau ℹ️