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mariegocf · 11 months ago
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I hope you like it ☺️...
@kankuroplease
@kumeramen
@galaciearts
Hanami is the only Uzumaki with uchiha 👍lol
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jambolaja · 10 months ago
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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…
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dieselfutures · 17 days ago
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IJN Ashigara
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helio-art · 6 months ago
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🩸2024 VS 2019🩸
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.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
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galaciearts · 1 year ago
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au where they all lived b/c i said so >:P
couple doodles under the cut
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drowningindango · 2 years ago
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[Myoko x Touka]
Isn’t it nice when you have the power to make fake manga panels?
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heronoegg · 1 year ago
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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.
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kishimotomasashi · 2 years ago
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If you could only understand the relationship between Madara and the older sister I made up for him that exists in my head
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green-character · 2 years ago
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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. 
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hibiscusseaart · 4 months ago
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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 :
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(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?
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drowningindango · 2 years ago
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My babies 💜✨
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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.
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matchstixx · 7 months ago
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The People We Think We Know
Chapter 1
Pairing: Tobirama x fem!Reader
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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.
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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madarasthicc · 2 months ago
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Severed Ties: Swallow Me Whole.
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///next chapter of my Severed Ties stories of Madara’s family. Ages in this chapter are Madara: 23, Kuro: 20, and Izuna: 17. Art above by @vita-divata and it’s beautiful!! I love it so much!!
Being clan head had a whole host of issues, some he never even imagined being issues. But between Kuro’s fierceness and Izuna’s finesse it certainly helped keep him balanced being a feared warrior to other clans but a cool headed leader for his people. Not that he was perfect by any means. He felt he could never live up to Myoko’s potential or his father’s legacy. But life went on, he couldn’t let himself be held back by his fears and insecurities. He had two younger brothers to watch over, a whole clan to lead.
And watch over them he did. He kept them fighting at his side during battles. Who better to trust with his back than his only brothers. What better way to make sure they were safe. But that didn’t mean they were both happy with the arrangement. Kuro was whining for his own team. Had been for some time and he was wearing Madara down.
“I’m currently your age when you ascended to clan leader. Surely I can lead my own team.” Kuro huffed, flopping back into a chair opposite of Madara.
“Yes, but I was too young to be a clan head.” He pointed out rubbing his eyes. Why couldn’t Kuro just be content with things. He was always one to make a fuss if things got too stale or boring. “It’s not that I don’t trust you with your own team. I need you with me. I trust you to watch my back, I trust you to fight at my side.”
“And it’s not that I don’t want that, but keeping your best warriors in the same team is crippling us elsewhere.” Kuro pointed out. “Put all your eggs in one basket and others don’t get any.”
“That’s not how that saying goes and you know it.” Madara growled, eyeing Kuro with narrowed eyes.
“You know what I mean.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at Madara’s growl. He got up from his chair and moved closer. “Mada~” He whined, draping himself over his brother’s back. “Mada~” He whined again, letting more of his weight rest on Madara.
“Fine! Fine. I will set you up with your own damn team.” Madara finally relented. This had been an ongoing tug of war between them for some time. Kuro could wear him down like no one else. And it wasn’t like his brother lacked team leader skills. Madara didn’t really have grounds to deny his request. Not any that would keep him letting someone else from leading their own team. He just was worried for his brother’s safety.
“I can’t pick my own?” Kuro asked, still leaned over his shoulder weighing Madara down onto his desk.
“Be thankful I’m giving you one at all. I will not have you running into battle with friends and unseasoned warriors behind you.” Madara snapped, a sign no one should continue questioning him. Kuro got off him and raised his hands in defeat.
“Yes, sir.” Kuro chuckled, saluting him. “Just let me know, I want to train with them before we go into a battle.” He laughed again as Madara merely grunted.
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Madara hated to admit Kuro had been right but Kuro certainly loved to point it out. He could be so annoying when the mood struck him but he supposed that was the role of younger brother’s. Sending him with his own team to a different battle front was increasing their victories. That in turn increased their clan’s standing among other clans and broadened their lands.
“Be careful. The Senju are not to be taken lightly.” Madara warned his troops. “They are a large clan and they work extremely well as a team. If you are surrounded there is no shame in retreating. I’d rather lose a battle, than lose more of my people. We can always regroup back together to win another day.” He said firmly looking around at the throngs of shinobi before him. Before letting them disperse he pulled Izuna and Kuro to his side.
“Kuro be careful.” Madara said, eyeing his brother warily. Kuro hadn’t necessarily always been cocky but he certainly was getting that way.
“I did in fact hear your speech.” He said adjusting his armor, not even bothering to look up as Madara spoke with him.
“I am serious. Hashirama is revered as a god among his people, if he is on the battlefield do not go out of your way to fight him.” Madara warned. Kuro was getting big headed now that his squad was one of the most successful. And while Madara had no problem praising those who deserved it, he didn’t want his brother to bite off more than he could chew. He didn’t want to lose anyone else.
“Why? Want to fight him yourself? Still have some feelings for your secret friend?” Kuro snapped. His brief friendship with Hashirama was still a sore subject. Whenever he managed to piss either of his brothers off they liked to slap him in the face with it.
“By divine what is your problem? No, I don’t want to lose any more people than necessary and I don’t want to lose you.” Madara snapped, grabbing his arms and shaking Kuro.
Kuro merely scoffed and shoved Madara’s hands from his arms. “I won’t lead my men into a fight we cannot win. You know that.” He pointed out, but at least this time looked at Madara.
“I know, but I’m talking about you specifically,” Madara said, his voice softening.
“Do you doubt my fighting ability?” Kuro asked, tilting his head looking at Madara seriously. His hands lifted to rest on his hips, a frown on his face.
“No, but I cannot win against Hashirama alone.” He said softly. “Please be safe.”
“Fine, mother.” Kuro huffed, before laughing and giving Madara a soft shove. “I’ll be careful, who else will keep you in check?”
“Me?” Izuna pointed out, rolling his eyes as he approached the two of them. He had stayed out of their little bickering moment.
“Hardly, you’re so much better at keeping him socially in check.” Kuro pointed out ruffling Izuna’s hair. “Why do I get a special speech and the baby here doesn’t?”
“Because I stay at his side.” Izuna said dryly, swatting Kuro’s hand away from his hair.
“You two were always tied at the hip together. Don’t fear, little one.” Kuro teased him by pinching Izuna’s cheek. “I’ll be safe and back home to bother you more.”
“I’m not worried, the Senju will see your big head and realize they need to hurt your pride to win.” Izuna said grinning.
“What a rude little shit you are.” Kuro said, chuckling, this time pinching and pulling on both of Izuna’s cheeks. Kuro laughed as Izuna whined and swatted his hands from his reddening cheeks.
“Enough.” Madara said, trying not to laugh. It was nice to just be siblings around each other. “Kuro, go join your team and make your way to the west. Remember do not fear retreating.” He added.
“Yeah yeah yeah.” Kuro said, waving his hand. Madara pulled him in, pressing their foreheads together.
“Please be careful, come back home to us.” Madara said softly. He had a sinking feeling, but tried to push it away. Had to push it away, he couldn’t let himself be distracted by anything.
“Of course Madara.” He said, patting Madara’s cheek before he left them.
“You don’t normally spend so much time scolding him.” Izuna commented when they were alone, his hand rubbing his cheeks.
“He’s been reckless.” He pointed out. “I was watching him training, he’s developed a new jutsu but it’s still unstable and hard to control. I’m worried he’s gotten too cocky and willing to risk himself.”
“Hm.” Izuna thought it over. “Maybe but that’s what makes the three of us a good balance. One must balance between confidence and humility to efficiently lead.”
“When did a seventeen year old get so wise?” Madara asked, smiling.
“Unlike you two brutes, I read.” Izuna pointed out before laughing. It eased the knot in Madara’s stomach, things would be alright as long as he had his brothers at his side.
“Let’s go, no point in worrying like old maids. He’ll be fine.” Madara wrapped an arm around Izuna’s shoulder leading him off to their own squad.
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Kuro cursed himself. He was surrounded. He had made sure his own men were retreating but now he had no way out himself. There were too many men surrounding him on foot and in the trees above.
“Well, well, well Uchiha, all alone now. Did you really think you could take us all on?” One Senju asked him.
“I know I can.” Kuro said grinning. He knew they were likely to lose this battle, but it seemed they could retreat with little loss. Now all he had to do was keep his promise and make it back home. This time he would listen to Madara better, temper his pride more. He wasn’t invincible as much as he wanted to think he was.
He was doing well enough holding them back but he was getting tired. They were playing with him, slowly beating him down. The air left his lungs as he was kicked back, not necessarily from the kick to his guts but from the realization. He wasn’t going to make it home. There were too many of them and while he had certainly evened things out he was still surrounded. He wasn’t so cocky that he couldn’t see a losing fight in front of him.
“You’re all very lucky to witness this fight.” Kuro said grinning, looking feral with blood in his mouth. He was going to die here, and the thought didn’t scare him as much as it probably should have.
“Oh still talking big, boy?” An older man asked, chuckling. “Lay down your weapons, we’ll make your death quick.” He offered.
“Never.” Kuro snapped, squeezing the sword and fan tighter for a moment. He’d have to drop them though for hand signs, he’d have only one chance to pull off this jutsu. “You’ll bear witness to the Uchiha’s greatest jutsu.” He said, dropping his weapons he made quick work with the hand signals. “Fire Style! Majestic Destroyer Flame!” Breathing deep within himself, he released the wall of flames. He had never tried it in a combat situation before. It swallowed each shinobi before they had a chance to save themselves. Those who weren’t swallowed, screamed as they were lit a blaze. But he was pleased to see it did exactly as he expected. Exactly as he wanted it to do.
The only problem was the land around him was too flammable. The trees were catching fire, his only escape gone as well. And suddenly there was no escape. Walls of flames surrounded him and many others. Just past the walls of flames he could see water users attempting to kill the fire. And that just wouldn’t do, if he were to die he was going to take as many Senju bastards with him.
Again he cast his jutsu, it wasn’t as strong as before as he was losing oxygen with so much heat around him. His last thoughts were how sorry he was, he’d defied direct order not just from his Clan Head but his elder brother. Kuro picked up his weapons once more, stood there and let the flames consume him at last.
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Madara saw the flames as he and Izuna made their ways west. “No no no no Kuro you fucking moron.” He groaned, speeding up. While he hadn’t told Kuro not to use that new jutsu of his, even Kuro had admitted it was still too new to use. Apparently the battle was going poorly enough he felt the need to use something so massive. It wasn’t a good sign.
“Madara! Slow down!” Izuna called out as he watched his older brother zip ahead of them.
“I need to get to Kuro!” He ignored any more that Izuna said, instead focusing on getting to those flames. It had to be Kuro, had to be that stupid massive jutsu he was trying. He couldn’t imagine so many Uchiha using that many fire style jutsu’s at once to create that many flames at such a massive volume.
He reached over the cliff, startling to see both Uchihas and Senjus running from the massive flames. The fire was rapidly growing, spreading out as if it was a wild animal. Sharingan activated he began to look over the battlefield. “Come on, Kuro.” He growled trying to pinpoint the start of the fire.
“Madara-sama!” One man gasped reaching the cliff top.
“Where’s Kuro? That fucking moron.” He growled, grabbing the man. “Where is he?”
“He was surrounded by the tree line.” The man shook as he looked over the valley below trying to find where he had been.
“Tree line?” Madara let go of the man, and began to look again.
“He had us retreat before we were surrounded. I swear he was bringing up the rear before the flames broke out.” The man explained.
Finally Madara could find this ‘tree line’ the man spoke of. It was engulfed in flames. “No no no-stay put!” He yelled making his way down the cliff side.
“Madara-sama wait!” The man called out but did as he was asked and stayed put at the cliff.
“Kuro!” He called out, looking over each ragged Uchiha who was making their way to retreat. Some noticing Madara, worried he was going to force them back out front. “Go! Move! Up the cliff!” He said pushing them behind him up the hill side.
“Kuro!” He screamed reaching the bottom of the cliff, now seeing the sweeps of flames. It was swallowing enemies and allies alike. “Kuro!” He screamed again, the very air burned his lungs but he couldn’t leave.
“Madara! We have to get back.” Izuna called, grabbing his brother’s arm. He had finally reached Madara’s side again. It had taken Izuna some time to catch up and take in what the battle field had become. To think his brother developed and released such destruction that could not tell the difference between enemy and ally.
“Not without Kuro. We are not leaving him behind.” Madara snapped, face wild as he stared at Izuna. “We have to search for him.” He turned back trying to see if he could find him in any of the faces approaching the cliff side.
“Madara.” Izuna squeezed his arm and then reached down for his hand. “Madara-“ his voice cracked as he looked out in front of him. “Madara, there is nowhere to search that isn’t up in flames.”
“No. He is not this stupid, he would not disobey a direct order.” Madara growled, yanking his hand from Izuna’s hold. Izuna held his hurt from his face, Madara wasn’t intending on being cruel. He just didn’t want to accept the fact that Kuro -
“Where then? Where, then, would you like us to search?” He flung his arm out, “Madara! Look! Look, the battlefield is on fire!” He said, twisting Madara around and shaking him in hopes of shaking sense into him.
“I’m not leaving him behind! We are not leaving without searching!” Madara snapped, covering his face as a gust of wind blew the flames closer. The heat was starting to get to him, under his clothes and armor, he could feel the sweat prickle at his skin.
“He’s gone! Stop being so fucking stupid, we need to move back before we’re swallowed up.” Izuna bellowed as the wind swept more heat their way.
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Madara punched Izuna, knocking him to the ground. “He’s not- he’s not gone until we find a body.” He said suddenly feeling breathless and dizzy. Kuro couldn’t be gone. Not until he saw it with his own eyes. He wouldn’t believe it.
“Stay here and catch on fire then.” Izuna pulled himself to his feet, dusting himself off, and fled above to the cliff top.
Madara only stayed a moment longer. Growling he jumped his way back up the cliff and away from the flames.He stayed there, watching as many of the Senju’s fought with their water jutsus to extinguish the raging flames.
It took days to finally extinguish all the flames and there wasn’t a lot left. Kuro had certainly accurately named it- Majestic Destroyer. It had destroyed most of the landscape. All that was left was some bodies burnt beyond recognition, ashes that could have been anything, and some weapons that had weathered through the heat.
He spent the next few weeks combing through the dead land searching for anything. Anything that showed Kuro had been there, that he was truly gone. That there was no hope of bringing him home. It was disgusting work to do but he felt he was the only one to do it. Rooting through soot and ash, coming across the rare body or spare parts. Izuna waited each day at the compound doors for Madara to return.They didn’t say anything and merely did the same thing the next day.
Izuna held Madara when he returned, grasping Kuro’s blade to his chest. While, logically, Izuna had known Kuro was dead it was another thing to “see” proof his older brother was gone. The Senju didn’t take prisoners, and it was unlikely they would even know Kuro was of the mainline anyway. The rest of Kuro’s squad returned home, so his brother had sacrificed himself so his men could return home. It was devastating, though he was proud, his brother had given his life to save the rest of his men. Had given his life taking as many Senjus down with him with the largest jutsu he had. Probably one of the largest jutsu any Uchiha had. Madara had told him it was named Majestic Destroyer Flame. Very appropriate for what it did.
They placed a headstone next to the rest of their family. There hadn’t been anything left that could possibly be a body to bury. Madara hadn’t let go of the blade since finding it. Both his and Izuna’s eyes spiraled with the red of the Mangeyko Sharingan.
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admiral-26 · 9 months ago
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Kako and myoko
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Definitely not mako and kyoko
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instant-bull · 9 months ago
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Thinking about an AU in which Tobirama is a weird human-cat hybrid (basically a bakeneko but without the supernatural powers).
It's inexplicable and is believed to be a curse, which nobody knows how to lift. Around the age of 6, the clan elders would finally decide that too much resources and focus was put on this cursed boy and if nothing can be done, he needs to be killed ("what if he's a youkai? if so he will grow up and eventually bring destruction to our clan, maybe even outside it." they basically see him as a ticking time bomb of Something Terrible).
Of course Hashirama, who loves his brother and doesn't believe him to be evil (he's esoteric per usual in my fics) figures it out and warns Tobirama, helping him escape the Senju compound and adjacent grounds. He instructs Tobirama to hide in a specific place and wait for him, but in the meantime he's found by the Uchiha clan.
Now, since Tobirama was carefully raised away from outsiders, nobody knew about his existence, which made it particularly interesting for the Uchiha to find him. Learning that he's a rejected Senju (it's simple to extract information from a 6 year old), they actually take it as a point of pride to take him in. Besides, they ate very curious as to what kind of creature he is.
Tobirama is very distrustful and scared of all those new faces, but overtime learns to trust Tajima: he's an adult but he's kind to him and doesn't look at him in that strange, off-put way other adults usually do.
Tajima, while warming Tobirama up to his new environment, is also adamant about keeping Tobirama in his Senju roots: nobody calls him by his clan name nor even mentions the Senju around him, but Tajima wants him to remember where he came from. He knows Tobirama won't assimilate, and he'll always be different than other Uchihas because of his looks and lack of Sharingan. Despite that he tries to take care of the boy as best as he can, even though it's mutually agreed upon that he's not his father and Tobirama is not his son.
Accordingly, Tobirama for the most part keeps himself separate from the Uchiha brothers: at first it's because they are mourning the death of Tajima's firstborn, Myoko, who was killed in combat. Later, it's because he just can't seem to be able to connect with them (nor is he really interested). He rather spends most of his time training, exploring the forest, catching fish for the compound's cooks and running small errands. He only becomes a shinobi once his relationship with the clan seems strong enough to bestow trust upon his loyalty.
In the background there's quite a bit of interpersonal drama between Hashirama and the clan, Tobirama and the Uchiha brothers, Tobirama and the Senju, Madara and Hashirama cementing their secret relationship, Tobirama learning that Uchiha killed his beothets (whom he only remembers as babies), Senju killing off another two of Uchiha brothers: it's not a good time. But there's kitty Tobirama.
I should really just go and write a fic huh
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galaciearts · 11 months ago
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simple lil ref sheets for the uchiha brothers! now to work on the senju
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