#Myoko

[mariegocf]

I hope you like it ☺️...

@kankuroplease

@kumeramen

@galaciearts

Hanami is the only Uzumaki with uchiha 👍lol

[chi-midorikawa]

(Lynnさんのツイート: "#うまDOKI…"から)

[jambolaja]

Kyoto-Myoko

After short sleep it was time to get up. First I went to Arishayama bamboo forest, 230 JPY bus. Early in the morning there was not to big crowd. I had iceT 140 JPY. Returned back to hotel, shower and packing. Close by was Kyoto Imperial palace with nice garden and I thing I saw weding. Next I moved to Heian-jingū Shrine with nice garden, 600 JPY. In front there was some kind of festival. I…

[helio-art]

🩸2024 VS 2019🩸

.Little redraw of a fanart that I have made for @ahkaraii back on 2019 based on the chapters 60/61 of their Kakashi comic "Five or a lot can change in a year". I just reread everything this week so it had make me want to redraw it🥰

.Original post on my old account

[galaciearts]

au where they all lived b/c i said so >:P

couple doodles under the cut

[drowningindango]

[Myoko x Touka]

Isn’t it nice when you have the power to make fake manga panels?

[heronoegg]

my folders are scattered with unfinished sketches and art so here is one of my ocs her name is Myoko Shitashita (妙光 下下)

Hero name: Jello girl

Quirk: Slime: User is a living edible, gelatinous slime. The user can put some of their slime on another person to heal wounds of varying degrees (Broken bones would require ingesting the slime and continually having it on the area to actually start a healing process) When part of the user is ingested, it can accelerate recovery from various injuries and illnesses. A significant amount of slime must be consumed for it to be effective. The user's slime regenerate is gradual, after providing enough slime for healing purposes, the user may be left with a missing hand or arm. If healing was intense.

[kishimotomasashi]

If you could only understand the relationship between Madara and the older sister I made up for him that exists in my head

[green-character]

I recently read A Silent Voice for the first time ever and please don’t tell me I’m the only one shipping Sahara and Nao. I directly went to AO3, as one does after finishing a piece of media, and sadly there’s only one fanfic about them. 

I know Nao is not a likeable character, I don’t like her either, but we’re free from canon in fanworks. 

[beyondthespheres]

moodboard in the way of Myoko Anno  

[hotelbooking]

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[hibiscusseaart]

some hcs about madara's siblings and rambling about timeline

So, imo Madara will forever be the middle child, the 4th to be exact. I will die on this hill. But there's a question of another siblings. And I really don't like the idea of them being all boys, so fuck it.

I want to use the names of mountains like most ppl do, so for now I have:

Togakushi (83 years before naruto birth) - died at 18 when madara was 11 

Kurohime (f) (81), died at 17, when Madara was 12

Myoko (f) (78), died at 14, when Madara was 12

Madara (76)

Izuna (74)

Timeline looks like this and yes im a freak and i have done a whole timeline in draw.io to help myself visualise everything happening :

(no i will not elaborate on white blubs yet)

And at first, I thought of Togakushi being a boy, since, y'know he's supposed to be the true heir (tm) and stuff. But then my bestie was like "Hey, but what if Madara had only older sisters? Then yeah he can claim that he's the older brother, but not the oldest sibling, plus it can explain his misogyny" and it fucking blew my mind

So yeah, Madara will be the long awaited boy, so he was raised to think that being a boy is the fucking best and way cooler that girls and such. Yay misogyny let's go.

But he wasn't made an heir the second he came out of the womb, bc Tajima (who i think is an only child or his siblings died as well) wanted an heir fast and then he got Togakushi, so he might've raised her first daughter as the heir. Even though I hc Uchiha can be more traditional, like usually women don't get to be heirs and not get trained to be kunoichis, but I believe that in Tajima's reign their finance situation was bad and well, beggars can't be choosers and such.

So Togakushi was like the 'acting' heir, since many expected her then to settle down and get married and then let Madara be an heir, when he's a bit older. But oh well, girls all died fast, bc Butsuma wanted to get revenge bc of Kawarama's death

Btw these two have a full on hate cycle

So Tajima was in love with Butsuma, but Butsuma got married* (year 85bnb), so Tajima got married himself (84 bnb) in hopes that Butsuma will be jealous too, but alas.

Then Tajima planned and killed his Hatake wife in revenge (he could do it only at year 72bnb, about a year after Itama and Tobirama were born, cuz she had a weak health after delivering twins + they were quite close after Kawarama's birth (i think april 74bnb, twins feb 73, its like about a month of recovery). before he fucking couldn't cuz she's a Hatake and she was strong).

After that Butsuma killed Tajima's wife (71, she was a civillain it was easy, Madara was 5, Izuna was 3).

Tajima send childkiller squad to kill Butsuma's kids so he got Kawarama (september year 65bnb, Kawarama was 9, Tobi and Itama 8 and Hashirama was 10 at the time (his birthday is 23/10))

Butsuma killed Togakushi in Senju-Uchiha fight and then ordered to kill Kurohime and Myoko on their mission (winter 65-64)

Hashirama and Madara meet at the river in April-May 64 bnb

*btw you might ask me, Umi, why Butsuma married a Hatake girl (i need a name for her damn it) at year 85 and then waited 9 years to get Hashirama (birth at 76 bnb)?

She's a Hatake from the main line who was married off in arranged marriage against her will. Against the whole Hatake clan's will honestly. I think Butsuma caught her in a marriage hunt (only Hatake clan tradition) bc elders thought that it would be nice to have this leverage against the Hatake clan, cuz Hatake then might cave in Senju's trade demands.

They did but the bride didn't fucking let Butsuma get close, even after marriage. She hated him. And soon Butsuma understood that until he gets his head out of his ass he won't get any heirs.

So yeah it took him 9 years to get on better tems with his wife and she finally let him have her children. I believe that bc before her death she was the one who took care of the kids, that's why Hashirama and Kawarama had a bit better time with their emotional growth and stuff. And bc she died a year after Tobirama and Itama's birth and the only parent is Butsuma now... well... it's not looking good for them huh.

It was also a big disappointment to her, bc Hashirama and Kawarama were full on Senju kids, while Tobirama and Itama were Hatakes to their cores and she spend so little time with them

ok anyway, thoughts on Madara having only older sisters?

[drowningindango]

My babies 💜✨

ArtFight attack on @drowningindango

Myoko and Kurohime by them, Okami by me^^ Wish Tobirama was also mine, but sadly no :c

Anyway, how the peace treaty between Senju and Uchiha goes. And thus peace was made.

[lionfloss]

Myoko, Niigata Prefecture

[matchstixx]

The People We Think We Know

Chapter 1

Pairing: Tobirama x fem!Reader

WC: 2,145

CW: None (9.16.2024)

Madara’s brothers’ names come from sennokami and fineillsignup, I liked their theories.

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Madara isn’t completely surprised when his father decides to take the girl in as a ward. His mother and father had always wished for a daughter.

He had seen the small flicker–not quite disappointment–the day that it was announced that Tajima had been ‘blessed with a fifth son' upon Izuna’s birth. Their second child was planned to be named Myoko, changed to Kou when the medical staff revealed him to be a boy. And initially they brushed it off, happy to have two strong, healthy boys to take up their positions as immediate heirs. So, they tried again, picking out the beautiful and cute name of Kurohime; and everyone chuckled and joked–when Kuro was born–about his mother’s ability to bless her husband with so many sons.

And then Mother nearly died giving birth to Togakushi. Madara was four at the time, but he vaguely recalls the entire pregnancy was rough for her; morning sickness through the entirety of it, fainting spells, migraines, if something could go wrong it probably did. He vividly remembers having to leave a sobbing three-year-old Kou with a one-year-old Kuro while he went running to the medical building the first time she passed out. When Father had returned later that night from a skirmish at the border, he had praised his quick thinking before spending the rest of the night quietly hunched over Mother as she rested, her hand tightly grasped to his chest. The medical team and midwives discouraged another pregnancy when they had to use resuscitation techniques on her and Togakushi during the birth.

Then, one night as Madara lay awake, he listened through a crack in the shoji as the sound drifted down the hall of his Mother begging Father to try one more time. Just once more, to try for a girl once more, and regardless of the outcome they would stop at five. His father quietly, hesitantly, agreed. And soon enough, Izuna was born.

The midwives had chastised them for trying again so soon after the previous pregnancy, and correctly, this time around was fairly hard on her body again. Not to the same degree, but enough so that Mother and Father fully acknowledged that pushing the boundaries any further would end up costing them more than just 9 months of horrible discomfort.

After the midwives leave, Father opens the door to let him and his brothers in to see little Izuna coddled to Mother’s chest. They chatter and coo and awe at him, draped across Mother’s legs and lap. He sits quietly as his brothers eventually nod off in a pile together, small hands twisting and clutching the blankets while he dutifully holds a straight back. And as a five-year-old Madara politely remains at Mother’s side, she gestures him closer, cradling his head to her chest where he can look at his youngest brother.

He’s a tiny thing. Face scrunched but skin smooth and the smallest shock of black hair on his head. Madara can only think of the reason why Izuna was born, the quiet whispers not meant for his ears–recalls that tiny flicker on Father’s face. And when he looks at Mother’s face, she has a soft smile–a genuine, loving one as she has had for every child she has born into the world–but there is a lingering sadness. So, he looks at his youngest brother, his littlest brother, his last brother, and vows to always keep safe this soul that, while loved, is not quite what was wanted.

—

It’s two years after Izuna is born that she appears. The Summer Solstice Celebration was in full swing, with dancing, singing, cheering. Everyone brought out food to pick at, lovers are running about with small streamers, parents with young kids are sitting watching a shadow puppet play, while older kids toss dice. Some of the elders grouse about the lack of the fireworks show, a tradition that was discontinued after the fighting with other clans had grown too costly; a commodity that can’t be afforded when weapons and armor are paramount.

Things are calming down as the sun sets, the younger children are practically comatose from a day of play–to the relief of some parents. The matriarch's of each house are calling to their eldests to come clean plates and dishes, getting only answering groans and complaints. It’s a scream from one of the mikos that has everyone snapping to attention.

Madara races to his room for his weapons as others leap either towards the shrine or into homes. He briefly hears Mother calling for him to come back as she balances Izuna on a hip and tells Kou to watch Kuro and Toga as the sound of her sandals quickly follow behind.

Father is already there with three other shinobi when Madara arrives with a couple kunai in hand. The miko is scolding a small child near the entrance of the shrine that is cowering with her arms crossed protectively over her head. Madara can see the slight quivering rattling her entire body as the adults stare down with distrustful gazes.

“Mayuri,” Tajima cuts off the incensed miko with a stern look, “What happened, whose child is this?”

She turns to him with down turned brows, “I don’t know. But what I do know is that I found her shoveling the food offerings for Amaterasu into her mouth like a starving animal.”

Mother arrives behind him, quickly catching up even when ladened with a two-year-old on her hip. “Madara, don’t go running off like that, you aren’t old enough for battle yet! What if a raid had been happening?”

“Yoko,” Tajima calls, pinching his nose, “If that were the case, you shouldn’t be running about either.”

“Oh shush, husband mine,” she waves a hand as she steps forward. “I could sense that there was no threat.”

Father sighs–a sarcastic ‘I wonder where our children get their hard-headedness from’ dropping quietly from his lips–as Mother swats his shoulder with a coy smile before turning to the small girl.

She silently looks at the child for a long moment, taking in the rice bag that had a neck and arm holes torn into it, a feeble and sad imitation of clothing. The fading light of the sun filters through the back of the shrine, shining through one of the windows to cast a warm yellow square of luminance across Mother as she smiles warmly and lowers herself to the ground.

“Now, what is your name, little one?” She coos.

The girl stares up at Yoko like she is the sun itself. Her breaths stutter out of her unevenly, bringing her hands down to clutch at the front of her rice bag dressings.

“Speak, girl!” One of the shinobi standing about growls, digging his heel into her back, subsequently knocking her to the floor.

The air seems to heat up dangerously as Yoko sends him a scathing look. Madara can see the way Mother’s lip curls into a snarling sneer, the heat of rage licking at her tongue that dampens when the girl speaks for the first time.

“[Name].”

She’s struggling back to her knees as she repeats it two more times.

“And I’m…,” she uncurls five fingers one by one before thrusting them out to everyone. “This many years old.” And Madara practically sees how Mother’s heart melts.

“My, that is quite old!” Yoko cheers with a starlight warm smile that the girl returns with a bashful one. “Do you know where your parents are? They must be worried about you.”

[Name] wilts, curling around herself. She shakes her head. “They went to sleep a long time ago. I tried to wake them up, but I guess they’re dreams are too happy.”

The dread in the air is palpable. Madara is seven, but he understands death. He’s had to ever since he started his shinobi training; even more so as his tenth birthday gets closer, signaling his formal introduction to the battlefield.

Mother looks to Father with a knowing look. Father simply closes his eyes.

His mother and father had always wished for a daughter.

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She looks different, not quite like anyone from any clan that he has seen. The curve of her nose, the angle of her jaw, the lines of her face when she smiles or frowns. Madara notices all of this as she sits at the dinner table with them. His brothers all stare at her as the table is set. She seems blissfully unaware of their eyes, instead her attention gazes about the dining room, tracing the wooden beams and paper shoji screens.

She’s freshly cleaned and wrapped in a clean simple yukata by Mother’s hand–although, the sound of clattering and splashing that had come from the bathroom earlier was a testament to the difficulty of the entire endeavor. The two had come out later with the girl adamantly hiding her embarrassment with her hands and Mother bearing a beaming smile despite her rolled up sleeves being soaking wet. Father had just given her an unimpressed look before carefully pressing about the importance of not scaring their ‘guest.’

Father finally sits at the head of the table, gives thanks for the food and begins to eat. Everyone else calls back their thanks and Madara watches as the girl stumbles through it, trying to mimic the words. He watches as she picks up her chopsticks and leans over to bring the food to her mouth.

The sound of Mother clearing her throat has [Name] looking up at her like a deer watching for predators. Mother pointedly glances at everyone else at the table with their bowls held in hand. Abashedly, [Name] picks up her bowl and straightens her posture; Mother gives a small nod and dinner continues quietly. It’s hard for Madara to fathom how she knows how to use chopsticks and yet is unaware of good manners. Part of him supposes that perhaps she didn’t come from a well off family, or that maybe her family didn’t care.

Regardless, it’s odd, she’s odd.

After dinner, Mother calls out to him as his brothers collect the dishes. “Show [Name] to her room and help her set out the futon.”

“Yes, Haha-ue.” He nonchalantly brushes her hand away when she runs her fingers through his unruly hair, a quiet laugh leaving her as his ears burn red.

He can’t help but think how loud her steps are as they walk through the halls; the boards creak and groan under each of her steps, making the house sing an alarming tune. He isn’t used to the noise of it, even two-year-old Izuna is starting to learn which slats warble and how to avoid them–such is the habits of a shinobi home. It sets his teeth on edge and the hair on the back of his neck stands and won’t settle the longer that he feels her walking behind him.

When they get to the room, one that used to be his aunts before she was killed in a raid, he steps to the side when sliding open the door and gestures her in first. The way bile crawls up the back of his throat when she tilts her head almost knowingly at him makes him want to slam the door behind her in disregard of Mother’s command. But he resists as she steps in and looks around the room. Madara has to force himself to make his movements look less rushed than they actually are. Yanking the futon out of the closet haphazardly in an attempt to make the swing look casual and not like he wants to be ten miles away from this room–from this girl.

When he’s done smoothing out the blanket–as minimal as his effort was–he stands to look at the girl that had been watching him silently the entire time. There is something about her that doesn’t sit right, actions and words feeling disjointed and too experienced for her 5-year-old self. The futon separates them and it feels like his first battlefield, staring down this stranger in his home with the odd face, and odd mannerisms, and odd actions. And he feels powerful as he gathers up a heavy breath to give her a devastatingly serious glare with his words, “Chichi-ue allowing you to sleep here doesn’t make you my sister or a part of this family, you hear.”

And blankly in return, “I know, goodnight.”

Numbly, Madara stares at the closed door of the room that the girl had just shoved him out of, a deep seated embarrassment crawling up onto his cheeks in a warm flush. He doesn’t stomp down the hall, because he is a shinobi and he is above that.

(He hears as his brothers cackle when Father calls down the hall about the racket he’s making; and he swears he hears the girl chuckle too even though he would never be able to prove it.)

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[galaciearts]

simple lil ref sheets for the uchiha brothers! now to work on the senju