#izuna ic

[hatredcurse]

Was this to be the end of a relentlessly bloody chronicle, or merely the next chapter?

The Senju docked their many carriages outside the Uchiha stronghold, one of the nicer ones with an actual multi-level castle within for presentable negotiations. A plundered capital, really, but all assets were fair game in war. Soon the deep crimson and desaturated blues of the Uchiha fort was invaded by the brighter, louder colors of their rivals slicing down the middle of the township towards the double-door entrance.

The princeling's best men lined the roads, the doors, the halls samurai and shinobi alike. The lot of them strung taut like bowstrings, the many of them stringing taut their bowstrings, arrow tips positioned and trained on every Senju personnel walking the stone floors up to the negotiations room.

Izuna sat back on his carved marble seat, none too relaxed, but with a confidence all the same. His many silks draped over him, inviting the Senju as welcoming diplomat instead of the soldier he was well-known to be. But mistake not his callous hands and scarred wrists, harboring the victories of many battles.

" My lady, " he greets with a wide beautiful smile, " it is my honor and utmost pleasure to host you, Senju Kaname. "

A thought passes through Izuna's mind — one of great scrutiny against Hashirama. For a dealing oh-so important, he could not be bothered to represent himself? Instead, send his own daughter in his stead. Did he have ulterior aims? Did he hope to seduce the second Uchiha son by dangling a princess before him and placate his cruelty? Madara's cruelty? How curious.

" I am here representing the whole of the Uchiha clan, you may refer to me as Uchiha Izuna, second son of Tajima and co-leader of the family. Lord Madara is attending to matters elsewhere and cannot join us today, but I assure you that the Senju will receive all necessary accommodations and rulings from me as they would him. "

Not that there was any doubt. A precautionary measure, as it would not have been the first time Izuna has been written off by egotistical lords and ladies purely on basis of his birth. Nay, it was inconceivable for two brothers to hold stewardship of a whole clan with equal measure; it has never been done before. A queer thing, indeed.

" Please approach, I would like you to sit at my table, my lady, " he slackens his shoulders marginally, projecting this aura of geniality and openness. Ease the nerves of all that stood, beating heart, in this room.

Before she could make her move, Izuna continued his spiel of greeting: " It seems we've found ourselves on such a peculiar situation, no? "

Starter for @hatredcurse || Continued Warring States AU

Fuck.

Kaname had read about something like this, among the chronicles of her great-grandmother.

Some lord or other with too much money and too high of an opinion of himself thought he could tempt two powerful but rival clans of unmatched fighters into cooperation with a large enough reward, that he could sway generations of bad blood into unifying under his banner.

It would have cemented his victory for certain. But that time blood outweighed gold, and and both clans had subsequently refused his contract in their outrage. That lord and his bloodline was long since gone from this world, but the wheel turns as it always does, and little changes.

A certain tension instantly fills the large space as the Senju's presence is noted. But starting a fight here would not be in any of their best interests.

Not only would it doubtlessly insult the stout lord who sat proudly ahead of them draped in his silks, watching them expectantly, it could very well end with all their heads decisively removed by the samurai that either sat kneeling or stood along the walls, watching the shinobi with jugdemental eyes.

The apparent representative was unmistakably Uchiha in appearance, albeit unfamiliar to her, and she eyes him from head to toe briefly. At this distance, even she can feel the powerful chakra that ripples from him.

A small smile curls Kaname's lips.

Though as she strides past him, her own entourage staying back a few paces, and gaze focuses on the lord as she kneels, then bows deeply until her forehead is pressing to the tatami.

“My lord. My name is Senju Kaname, and it is my honor to present myself before you in the place of my father, Senju Hashirama.”

Her voice is high and clear, giving weight to each word to ensure they reached the lords ears.

“On behalf of my father, I wish to express our gratitude for the generous offer you have extended to our clan, and that it would be his pleasure to accept it once the terms have been settled.”

Indeed, the job offer extended to the Senju had included that they would be fighting alongside a second shinobi clan…but he had failed to mention which one. And with the Uchiha here, she could only suspect what that meant.

She doubted that this would have an outcome much different than that of the incident immortalised in the Senju's records.

[yowyowyaoi]

*at a dessert cafe*

Izuna: *enjoying a vanilla ice cream cone*

Tobirama, blushing: You know, I really like the tongue technique you have with that thing, Izu. Makes me wonder what else you can lick like that ~

Izuna, also blushing: Well —

Madara, at the table behind them: Your blood off the floor after I send you to hell, Senju.

[necronatural]

the crazy part about spending a year and a half away from founders fandom is that im starting to see the same stupid ass shallow meta because people obviously get into it by the most popular fics and as social creatures try to expand on that shallow understanding that's already not very substantive and mostly made-up yet retreading territory that's been gone over 10,000 times by other people who had just gotten into founders through the same popular fics, adding nothing, simply participating in a sort of founders initiation before you get your own opinions on these featureless blorbos

[nidaiime]

@hatredcurse sent:

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﹟ possessive sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  heated  sex  after  one  was  jealous .

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        TOBIRAMA NEVER THOUGHT HIMSELF A JEALOUS MAN. Until the moment he noticed Izuna's amicable personality and flirtatious antics garnered more than a few heated looks from people around them; men and women alike. Almost as if he had no control over his actions, Tobirama sauntered over to where Izuna was happily chatting with a respectable man, eyelashes fluttering in a way Tobirama knew the other couldn't resist.

        Not bothering to hear what either of them had to say, the Senju grabbed Izuna by the collar of his alluring, silk robes; roughly dragging them out of sight. The Uchiha's winsome smile disappeared from his face but hardly Tobirama had cared, eyes fixated on the arresting beauty of his lover.

        “You are playing a dangerous game, love.” His voice dropped low, almost warningly as he crowded into Izuna, pushing him against the decorated wall. “I have seen the way they look at you. I sense the way they are around you.” Tobirama almost let a growl rumble from his throat, as the arousal of people he didn't care about hit him from all angles. “And you,” he lowered his eyes to stare at Izuna's lips, painted a divine red in contrast to his fair skin. “And you are taking pleasure in this. In knowing the effect you have on them.” 

        He leaned closer, only a hairbreadth between their lips. “On me,” he whispered, capturing his lover's lips in a possessive kiss, drinking in the other's moans greedily as if his soul would leave his body if he didn't get much of this, this life essence.

        The Senju wasted no time into teleporting them back into the comfort of their bed, festivals be damned. He had a lover to claim for himself, a lover who spent all night teasing him with his playful jabs and his coquettish smiles. Remembering the events of the night only spurred Tobirama into tearing Izuna's robes to the side, scarcely caring about ruining one of the raven's favourite robes. The only words on his mind were claim, bite, ravish. 

        Mine.

        “After tonight, you belong to no one but me,” he promised, licking a long strip from Izuna's neck to his collar, pleased at the whining noise barely escaping the Uchiha's lips, like he wanted to smother his sounds to spite the wolf.

        “Let me hear you, Izuna,” Tobirama whispered, softly biting at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, before increasing the force of his bite to leave a claiming mark where anyone could see were Izuna's robe fell from his shoulder as they usually—enticingly—did whenever Tobirama was around.

        Blood left his brain, travelling south and taking with it all Tobirama's thoughts. In a quick flick of his wrist, he undid the belt of his hakama, letting it fall from his waist, revealing a hardened bulge beneath his undergarments. “You are mine.” A dark promise, followed by a harsh kiss that almost drew blood. “You are mine from the day you started seducing me.” 

        Tobirama parted away Izuna's dress, allowing him a clear view of his pale legs, and his own hidden bulge. Palming it teasingly through his garments. “Your pleasure belongs to me.” He leaned forward to rub their cocks together, a soft moan of his own falling from his lips. “Only I who is allowed to bring such noises from your lips,” he continued, almost talking to himself at this point. 

        Izuna's sweet moans and quiet whispers fuelled the Senju more. A kunai appearing in his hand before he put it to good use, tearing carefully at Izuna's garments. “Mine,” he murmured, reaching forward to grab the oil from the table next to them with one hand, the other busy freeing himself from his own undergarments.

        “I would ask if you are ready, but,” he stopped, pouring some oil over his fingers. “But I do not have to ask, do I?” smirking as his slick fingers teased at Izuna's inviting entrance. “You are already ready for me, my love.”

[oh-no-its-bird]

Here Before and After Me, Chapter 4

Izuna wasn't exactly above killing a child. He wouldn't enjoy it, it would probably haunt him in his dreams for a good few months before he found some other horror to drown it in. But he would do it, if he had to. And if this child really was some secret, prodigal youngest Senju brother— or, God forbid, Tobirama's own spawn, (Sage help any woman with enough poor taste to lay with that brick of ice) then it really might be for the— "Hatake Kakashi, stand down." Ffffffffffuck never mind.

HERE BEFORE AND AFTER ME CHAPTER 4 IS HEREEEEEEEE LETS FUCKING GO I STRUGLED SO HARD WITH ACTUALLY PLUGGING IT INTO AO3

[belit0]

I love your writing. You could write a story with the Uchiha Madara, Izuna, Obito, Itachi and Shisui: Their partner is a very stoic and calm person, but only they know that when it comes to sex he is completely wild. T/N loves her intensity and the breeding fetish of the Uchiha clan. She loves to be filled with semen, The next day, at the meetings, everyone praises her strategies and her character,Only a few, including them, know that T/N uses sex as a screwdriver to maintain her stoic character, They don't mind; she looks amazing in those moments.

Thank you!!!

Madara

She sits at the head of the war table, cool as ice, explaining tactical routes with the same steady tone she used to beg him the night before.

Madara watches her from the corner of the room, unreadable, one arm draped over the chair like a throne, but his mind?

Still lost in the memory of her mouth parting with a broken moan.

He had her face down, body arching, nails clawing at the furs as she chanted the same plea over and over—

-Fill me. Gods, Madara—breed me.

And he did.

Over and over.

Watching her composure fall apart until she was just his, marked and ruined and full of his cum.

Now? She speaks of siege formations.

Her hands don’t shake.

Her eyes are sharp.

No one sees the light bruising on her thighs beneath her robes.

No one hears the faint tremor in her breath when he passes behind her seat.

But he leans in, lips brushing her ear, and whispers:

-Still leaking, aren’t you?

Her breath hitches. Her voice doesn’t falter.

She’s perfect.

And only he knows why.

Izuna

Izuna lounges during the meeting, legs spread, a grin tugging at his lips while the rest of the clan leaders discuss diplomatic routes and supply management.

(Y/N) is across the room—flawless posture, even tone, nodding to the elders as they commend her brilliance. Someone calls her invaluable.

Izuna nearly chokes on his laugh.

Invaluable? That same calm, collected woman was riding his cock the night before like she was possessed.

-Harder, Izuna—deeper—don’t stop- please-

She said it with her teeth buried in his shoulder, her hands in his hair, and her pussy squeezing around him like a vice.

Now she sips tea.

Offers strategies.

Barely spares him a glance.

But her fingers twitch when he smirks at her.

She knows he’s remembering it all.

The scratches she left on his back.

The way she’d begged him to come inside, to keep her full.

And oh, he had.

He slouches lower in his seat and bites back a groan.

-I’m gonna ruin you again tonight.

Obito

Obito isn’t even trying to hide it.

His eyes flick to her every five seconds.

No one seems to notice how pink his ears are, how stiffly he’s sitting, how he flinches when someone compliments (Y/N)’s discipline.

She’s across the room, voice like still water, calculating and elegant.

Her words are perfect.

Not a crack in her poise.

The same woman who was screaming his name last night.

She had her legs over his shoulders, hands in his hair, whimpering:

-Obito, please-I want it in me—

She was shaking.

Wild.

Insatiable.

And he gave it to her.

Again. And again.

Now?

She’s nodding to an elder like she didn’t cry from the overstimulation, like she didn’t grind back into his cock long after she’d gone limp.

He adjusts himself under the table, flustered and breathless.

No one can tell.

Except her—who glances at him for half a second.

And smirks.

Shisui

Everyone loves her.

Naturally.

She’s poised. Refined.

An effortless strategist who speaks with grace and walks like nobility.

No one sees her like he does.

No one sees her with her head thrown back, thighs trembling, moaning like a whore with his cock buried deep inside her and her nails drawing blood across his chest.

-Shisui—I need it—fuck, I need you.

And he gives it to her.

Every drop.

Every desperate thrust.

Every filthy whisper about how greedy her pussy is while milking him.

Now she sits beside the Hokage like a statue of wisdom, while he tries so hard not to stare at her mouth.

That same mouth that sucked him dry last night, moaning around his cock like she was made to be ruined by it.

Someone praises her again.

Someone says she’s grace under fire.

And Shisui, with a barely-contained smirk, leans back and murmurs:

-You’ve got no fucking idea.

Itachi

Itachi doesn’t speak during the meeting.

He watches.

(Y/N) commands the room effortlessly.

People hang on her every word.

Her eyes betray nothing—not the way she sobbed his name last night, not the way she wrapped her legs around him and begged him not to pull out, not the way she came apart over and over while he whispered:

-Take every drop (y/n). You want to be full of my cum, don’t you? Fuck, You want to carry it.

And she did.

Willingly. Shamelessly.

Her voice had broken in his hands, her composure gone, melted into cries and curses and promises she’d never say aloud again.

Now she’s polished marble.

Unshakable.

But he sees the faint shadows beneath her eyes.

The tension in her fingers when she clasps her hands.

The stiffness in her posture that only comes after a night of being pinned, fucked raw, and left trembling.

He keeps his face blank.

But when they leave, he falls behind her, just a step.

And leans in.

-You were dripping down your thighs this morning.

She doesn’t answer, but blushes lightly.

[ladiebythesea]

Because I have to project at every opportunity: Tobirama and Izuna meeting at a conference where they are presenting their undergrad research. Tobirama gives Izuna his little spiel with his poster and Izuna grills him on his research for like twenty minutes. Naturally, Tobirama is prepared for all of his questions and Izuna is very impressed by his knowledge. Later, Tobirama returns the favor by grilling Izuna on his research and they switch to talking about what presentations they’re most excited to hear. Tobirama invites Izuna to a microbiology talk and even though Izuna is bored out of his mind, he goes along because Tobirama is cute when he’s all excited about science. They go for coffee afterwards and spend the rest of the conference hopping between different presentations and spending their breaks eating ice cream and taking walks together. Turns out their colleges are only a couple hours apart :)

Extra: Tobirama did research on bacterial reproduction (shadow clone jutsu but irl). Izuna researched domestic cats. Also, consider: the two of them in their business casual khakis and button down shirts with their little conference lanyards like the absolute nerds they are.

[nidaiime]

@hatredcurse sent:

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[Wet Dream Prompt]

“Oh, Lord Senju, go easy on me!”

Izuna moaned, himself greedily sitting down his full weight on Tobirama’s cock. Having restrained this irritating man at the wrists against the mahogany headboard, the Uchiha princeling had full control over his majesty’s body. Well, almost everything, save for the throb of his dick aching in the squeeze of Izuna’s tightness.

His own hands wandered over his own chest, thin fingers tracing over all his porcelain curves and tight muscle. His chest was pushed forward with a beautiful arch in his back, providing the very wonderful sight of Tobirama’s length bulging through the Uchiha’s front.

Bound at both wrists and ankles, Izuna further restrained Tobirama at the hips with his knees, forcing Tobirama to behave as the Uchiha took control of the rhythm; switching between a steady rock of his pelvis or posturing himself tall enough, threatening for Tobirama to slip from the heaven of his warmth before he dropped himself hard against his hips, happily taking all that the Senju had to offer.

“You’re such a naughty boy for liking this so much,” he berated him, a sickly sweet look in his lidded eyes,” who knew you were such a slave to little pleasures. It must make you sick that it’s coming from me.”

His hands eventually stopped putting on a show and sought the hard muscle of Tobirama’s chest, the chorded muscle of his arms, fingers massaging into the skin as they worked themselves up to his throat, seizing him hard around the throat; thumbs pushing into the small spot just beneath his Adam’s apple. As if it pleasured him too, Izuna’s moans raised in volume, lips parted with a drunk look overtaking his usually restrained expression. 

“C’mon, give it to me, baby. I can feel that you’re close,” he quickened his pace, really feeling the Senju’s eagerness hitting all the right spots in him. 

He knelt forward placing a hard kiss on his captive’s bound mouth, digging his knees into Tobirama’s side, encouraging him to finish, to claim him as his own—

—End Dream from Izuna (:

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        TIGHT. So tight.

        The ropes almost snapped in half from how hard he pulled, having half a mind to just cut them down with a wave of chakra and take control over the other, showing him what he was capable off. But something about being tied, completely under Izuna's control had Tobirama trying to writhe and move his body to meet every demand, further submitting to Izuna despite himself.

        “Izuna,” he groaned, his head moving to the side as the hot, wet, tightness of Izuna's body almost damned him into hell. “Untie me,” he said but his order fell weak to his own ears. He liked it. 

        A bit too much.

        Bucking his hips upwards, Tobirama dove deeper into Izuna's warmth, cock sliding against his insides as the precum eased the movement. The squelching sound was filthy to his ears, skin slapping against skin as the Uchiha bounced over him, his eating his dick eagerly. “Just let me...” His words contained a dark promise. The moment Izuna would untie him, he would be trapped under Tobirama's larger body with no place to move, helpless ravished by the wolf of Senju.

        The thought along with the tightness around his cock, Tobirama was so close--

        Then Izuna choked him. “Fuck,” he swore, breathing heavily through his mouth, chest heaving with his breaths, almost jostling Izuna over him. “Are you close?” he asked, watching the Uchiha princeling through half-lidded eyes, the visual of complete debauchery  adding to his pleasure. “Fuck it, I am so close. You are good,” he admitted, not letting the teasing words get to him. “I am so close,” he repeated, hips bucking wildly and out of rhythm. 

        He bit Izuna's lips, basking in the taste of the other. He was surrounded by everything Izuna; his smell, his sounds, his taste, his heat, his tightness--

        Tobirama's eyes shot open, breathing loudly into the eerily quiet room. He sat up, confusion clouding his mind for a second before the sticky feeling running down his thigh woke him up. 

        Fuck.

4. Tobirama is very aroused.

5. He had an orgasm in his sleep.

6. He is now looking for Izuna to tie him up.

[autoauthor]

More Home Economics TobiIzu

So, the two of them get paired again as part of a project on budgeting. Both of them are from wealthy households, but Butsuma requires Tobirama justify any purchases he makes or pay with his own money. Meanwhile Izuna has never shopped for himself a day in his life.

They go to the supermarket to make a grocery list and Izuna just picks the most expensive of every food item because surely that means they're better quality.

Izuna: "How much could a banana be? 12?"

He's confused at why they need to factor in cleaning supplies because why can't they just use soap and water?

Hikaku ends up getting roped into the whole mess and is so done with the both of them. He didn't sign up for this. He is applying to the farthest possible university.

Meanwhile the project is being completely derailed. Izuna insists on having money budgeted for recreation so the three of them end up going around the city doing what amounts to various date activities - dragging Hikaku around to third wheel.

Now he could leave them and go do something productive with his time, but that runs the risk of the two of them realizing their own feelings for each other and the headache that would lead to.

Somehow, despite this, they keep having incredibly romantic moments together. They sing a karaoke duet. They share a single milkshake together (a second one was not in the budget). Tobirama holds Izuna's hands while they're out ice-skating.

Obviously they get full marks.

[doveywovy]

if u are still open to tobiizu prompts I submit: The classic "Tobirama saves an Uchiha child" story. The child in question is Izuna's

this stalled out massively but here's the scrap i ended up writing for it, largely based on my characterization of izuna as a man who Desperately Does Not Want Kids: (content warning for references to extremely dubious sex)

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Izuna, by all technicality, has four children. Three sons, one daughter. They're his only by technicality.

Madara is infertile; all his other brothers are dead. He's obligated, then, to carry on the main family line entirely on his own. There's a war on- they didn't have time to wait around and find him a spouse, not when he could die at any minute. His partners were selected for their desire to have a child, their good genetics, and their willingness to keep out of the way of clan politics.

What followed was something adjacent to sex, for reasons Izuna cannot verbalize. Sex involves some level of enjoyment; this was simply mechanical actions taken under a sort of existential duress. Even if he could've enjoyed the process, the looming prospect of fatherhood (even in title only) had necessitated the use of chemical assistance to get to the end result. Some of the women attempted to win him over, while others seemed as resigned to the matter as Izuna was. He was relieved when the elders deemed the matter resolved- enough heirs, statistically, that even with the ongoing war they needn't worry about running out. Four in total.

Three sons, one daughter. He sees them as little as possible, acknowledges them even less. That was never part of his obligation, even if it upsets Madara. Uncle Madara does most of the fathering, if the women involved hadn’t yet found partners to raise the tots with. 

Because of this separation, he barely recognizes Miyuki when he spots her- tucked beneath the arm of his rival.

She’s five years old, but Tobirama has her swaddled like a baby. Her little face is peering out, bright black eyes and a ruddy complexion from the cold. 

His blade lands with a soft thwump in a distant snow drift, and tobirama’s arm is still raised in defense as he glares at him. “Don’t let your children wander.” He says.

Izuna’s blood freezes, and then he realizes Tobirama’s using a more general ‘your’. He has no idea he’s got the Uchiha main family limply dangling in his grasp. 

 “This one fell into a pond and got trapped beneath the ice.” He holds Miyuki up. Her swaddling is reinforced with ninjawire, preventing her from lashing out and attacking as much as it’s keeping her bundled up and warm. 

Why is she bundled up and warm. Why is she alive. 

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"Report." Izuna mutters, the sting of the icy air hitting the back of his throat. He doubts she'll have much to offer, but any additional information could stop the dizzying tilt his world has taken.

Miyuki says, watching Tobirama dart into the distance, “His fur is soft.” 

Is she talking about his fur ruff, or his hair? How exactly did she get a hold of either? In a scrambling attempt to attack him, or as placation from the man? 

[hatredcurse]

Continued » @woodblxssomcrowned

In some ways— this was surely a sin.

If not, total hypocrisy on the prince's end.

For years he's scoffed at his elder brother's affability towards the Senju clan. At times, he thought him weak, yet Izuna found himself entangled in the eldest daughter, sacrificing all that pride to steal a kiss, or two, or many.

It was none to gentle. Nothing the only princess deserved, which by fairytale standards should be gentlemanly, soft, yet firm. Izuna went against the standard when he pushed bodily into the princess, gathered all her hair into a tight tangle within his fist and pushed his lips onto hers. He seized her and her breaths as if it were his last taste of lust and hunted for more with such a unfounded greed.

Was it the lingering prejudice he held for the Senju? A sleight of spite he carried for her uncle, he doesn't know. His body reacted disjointedly; his mouth eating away at hers, his hand stroking along the pulse of her jugular, testing if it should fall into reflex and hug up into the column of her throat.

Kaname broke away. She read him from beneath the curtain of her lashes as he did her.

" I think, " he did not falter his grip instead allowing his rough hand to enclose the beautiful width of her neck, " I could drink from those lips of yours for an eternity and I'd still thirst for them. "

He leveraged the hold he had on her, using it to angle her head just enough to press a wanting kiss on her throat.

Flattery aside, he flicked those onyx eyes upwards to watch her expression," the better question is if you trust me. " His thumb presses into the skin, threatening to squeeze in the delicate cartilage, but not enough to bruise. Not yet. He had to know.

[sukea69]

Izuna wears her nails sharp and long. They glint like bloodied knives in the streetlight, bright against the black plastic of her vape. She exhales a cloud of strawberry ice, and even from metres away it drifts into Tobirama's face.

"No one will sleep with you, with nails like that," Tobirama tells her. It's not quiet on the city streets at 11pm, but Tobirama's heels still ring like gunshots on the pavement.

Izuna smiles a blood red smile and flicks her tongue out across the mouth of her vape.

"It doesn't matter what I do with my hands, babygirl, it's mouth that matters. Maybe you'd know that if you were hotter."

Tobirama snorts and crosses her arms.

"There's no one in that club hotter than me." Fact. If she had wanted to, Tobirama could have been on billboards. She turned it down for the thrill of discovery, of flesh and lives beneath her hands.

"Bitch." Izuna says. Her smile has faded and all that's left is ugly heat, eyes burning, mouth twisted.

"Slut." Tobirama says, eyes on the way Izuna's entire body ratchets tighter.

It's going to end the way it always does, torn lace panties and Tobirama's new white rug stained with lube and blood and cum. Scratch marks down her back and bite marks on her neck.

Tobirama smiles.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Some Cardcaptor Sakura stuff ended up on my dash and now I'm thinking about a classic magical girl au. Magical girl Izuna my beloved,,

Has anyone done that yet? Am I going to have to be the one to do that? I'm totally going to have to be that guy aren't I. You know what tho, I think I'm ok with that

Alright;

✨️ Magical girl Izuna time ✨️

I think one or the biiju should be his animal mascot / contractor. Kurama is the obvious choice but Matatabi could be fun, and also like, cmon, fire cat.

Alternatively though in a totally different direction, maybe Amaterasu can be the contractor. It could both play into Uchiha lore and also have some shit about his power coming from the rising sun with his magical girl transformation. Maybe he gets stronger the higher the sun is in the sky, and then weaker at night to the point that he can barley even transform. Maybe the villain of this hypothetical magical girl show could be contracted by Kaguya, and get stronger with the moon in contrast.

Fun scene where despite it being night, he's able to transform because of sun lamps or some conviniently placed solar pannels or smthn.

Maybe the villain of that episode was depending on tech or something, so he gets to shout some quippy line about how "Oh yeah don't you just LOVE the wonders of modern technology!" Before fucking bludgeoning them to death with a magical girl staff or whatever his weapon is

Anyways, set it in vaguely highschool because this shit is always set in a school and I wanna have fun hitting all the tropes.

It acts on a "monster/villain of the week" system with some big shadowy bad guy apparently pulling the strings behind the curtains. The monsters are all existing people or animals, "corrupted by the shadow of the moon" or something along those lines. The moon promises them power to fulfill their wishes but then the wish will inevitably go wrong or the power will be too much for the person, corrupting them.

Izuna uses the power of Amaterasu's light and violence to purify whatever person/animal and return them to normal. Only some people are harder and sometimes require some good old power of friendship yelling to get through to them (this does not stop Izuna from usually just defaulting to violence tho)

Amaterasu lore dumps on him that they must be being corrupted by the power of Kaguya-hime, who was sealed away over a thousand years ago. And that with each monster made, she must grow closer to fully escaping. Which is why it's important that Izuna purify these people as fast as possible, to make sure that Kaguya doesn't receive power from their contratracts with her.

In the meanwhile, they need to brainstorm a way to put Kaguya back in her prison if she escapes. Because if she continues corrupting people for their energy, unless Izuna finds out how she's able to communicate with them from her prison, she will escape.

I want Hikaku as the token best friend who's let in on the magical girl secret (maybe by accident at first) and helps from the sidelines despite having no real power (he's the one who would have pulled in clutch with those solar pannels / sun lamps)

Tobirama can be the classic "ice prince" character who Izuna kind of hates and has a stupid rivalry with that usually seems one sided; Till he manages to rile up Tobirama enough to bite back

Touka as a foil to Hikaku but for Tobirama, acting as his best friend and occasional pain in the ass for both him and Izuna (she thinks Izuna is hilarious and that the stress migraine he causes Tobirama is good for him)

Seemingly clueless Madara and Hashirama, who turn out to be the reincarnations of the guys who originally sealed Kaguya away. They've both just graduated and seem to be too busy entering the adult world to notice Izuna getting caught up in magic shenanigans

School princess and shrine maiden Mito, who's ancestor was someone who helped to seal Kaguya, and who's family shrine still contains some hints at how they did it.

Itama as that one specific trope of a really sickly guy who everyone at school is always gossiping about, and who Tobirama is wayyy overprotective of.

Izuna, Hikaku, Touka and Tobirama are all in the kendo club. Hashirama and Madara were kendo champions and rivals before they graduated and now Izuna and Tobirama seem to be taking up their mantles.

So, Izuna is defeating new moon-mad monsters every week. A lot of them seem to pop up in conviniently nearby places, but he's no closer to finding out how Kaguya supposedly gets in contact with them.

As his adventures progress, he sometimes catches the coat tails of a mysterious other magical girl, but magic prevents him from remembering their face. But they'll appear and help out when he's in a really bad situation, and he sometimes catches them just watching. Suspicious!! But they're too fast for him to ever pin down for a real conversation.

Anyways; Eventually it seems like the monster of this week is going to be a steadily growing tense and unstable Tobirama. Izuna had started to learn the signs of oncoming moon-madness, and he can sense Kaguya's power eating away at him. He swoops in just in time as he sees the power start to consume Tobirama, only to watch as he's somehow able to fight back and regain control.

Still, Izuna will do his due diligence and burn the power away before it can turn him!

Tobirama does not seem to appreciate this. At all.

Queue identity reveal! Only not on Izuna's end.

So, the first twist in our story is that Tobirama ends up being the bad guy.

Flashback some months ago to when this all started:

Tobirama somehow stumbled on Kaguya where she was sealed away. Just like how Amaterasu can only interact with the real world through Izuna, without a magical girl contracted to her to act as her hands, Kaguya could do nothing to escape. So when Tobirama found her, she was immediatley readying her pitch; promising him power, knowledge, all sorts of things if he just helped to set her free. Even offering to bring back his dead brothers.

Though... well, Kaguya's power was fickle. All gods powers are. Amaterasu was only able to contract Izuna without exploding him with the heat of the sun because he was already born one of her children. And Tobirama isn't Kaguya's to claim, which means he ran the risk of getting fucking vaporized or corrupted or going crazy if he accepted the contract.

But with the promise of bringing his brothers back on the table, he wasn't about to say no. And maybe it was through sheer fucking stubbornness, but he was able to handle it. Kind of. He's managing.

(Which is why Izuna can't just purify him with Amaterasu's light or by talking him down, like he does with every moon-mad monster he fights. He's not possessed like they are, he's a proper countracted magical girl, just like Izuna)

Tobirama was able to bring back Itama and give Kaguya some more freedom behind her seal, but still mostly locked away as she was, Kaguya didn't have the power to bring back Kawarama as well, and Itama was brought back weaker than he'd died as.

Which is when Tobirama took matters into his own hands.

He began approaching other people, much like Kaguya had approached him. Offering them contracts with Kaguya on her behalf— only they turned out to not be able to hold on to the contracts like he could. Being corrupted or going mad and becoming moon-posessed. Still, each contract he made added to Kaguya's power and brought her a little closer to escaping her seal. (And closer to giving Tobirama his last brother back)

(And hey, with Izuna keeping the damage to a minimum and helping purify the people after, Tobirama didn't have to feel as guilty about the damage he was causing)

(Still though, when it looked like Izuna was struggling, he'd try to pitch in. Or when a person made an especially desperate wish or had a specific goal to fulfill with their contract, he'd try his best to help with that. If only as an apology)

But stubbornness wasn't enough to keep him safe from the sharp edges of Kaguya's power forever, and as time passed and the more contracts he made and power he gathered for Kaguya, the more he began to risk being consumed himself.

Which leads back to the here and now, with Tobirama assuming that since Izuna attacked, he'd been made. And Izuna first being really fucking confused, then really fucking concerned, then really fucking mad.

They fight, Tobirama gets away, and the next day Izuna gets to experience the most painful school day of his fucking life. Starting with the realization that, while he can recognize Tobirama since he saw him transform, Tobirama doesn't actually know Izuna is the magical girl

Interlude:

Izuna: What the fuck why did he get a wish when he became a magical girl, I want a wish why the fuck didn't I get one

Amaterasu: :3

Izuna: AND PANTS?? WHY DOES HE GET PANTS???

Amaterasu: teehee <3

Izuna: Don't you fucking teehee me right now

Tobirama, knowing he's going to lose himself to Kaguya's power and aware that a) he's come too far there's no backing out now, and b) he's ok with losing himself if it means he can at least bring Kawarama back, decides to go full throttle. Skips all his classes and dissapears to go do shady shit behind the scenes as he massively moves up the time table for setting Kaguya free

He's already losing himself, might as well pump more power into people to create bigger, badder monsters— getting Kaguya even more power and putting even more strain on himself

This is about when Touka finds out what's happening with him, and decides she's ok with embracing the morally gray lifestyle for her bestie. She gets Tobirama to agree that once Kawarama is back, hes ending this shit for good. But till then, well, she always did tell him she'd have his back no matter what. Now she gets to parallel Hikaku even more!!! Yay!!!

Queue final battle time! Kaguya is on the very edge of escape and funneling more power into Tobirama than ever! Tobirama is either about to explode from the inside out or turn into a whole moon monster, it's unclear but he is this fucking close to losing it all. Quite literally, actually.

Touka gets to have a teeny bit of Kaguya's power for this battle, knowing the fight would be short enough and that she has enough self discipline to not immediatley go moon-mad.

She gets to face off with Hikaku, who gets his kendo sword blessed by Amaterasu so he can fight back against her moon powers.

It's all very dramatic and Tobirama gets to fully break out of his ice prince shell as he and Izuna scream and beat the shit out of eachother.

Im thinking that no matter what happens, Kaguya still gets free in the end and it's revealed that actually she and Amaterasu are like, bitter exes and this whole thing was a fucking lovers spat

Season 2 is just 20 episodes of Izuna being mad at Amaterasu as she and Kaguya make out passionately in the bg

Kidding. Probably. Idk I'm having a lot of thoughts rn, there's a shape of something to continue the magical girl train but I need to go do work shit so I'll leave this here for now and come back to it later

[belit0]

HIHIHIHIGIHI I JUST RANDOMLY GOT AN IDEA SND IF I DONT REQ IT NOW IM GONNA END UP FORGETTING IT IN LIKE 20 MINS AND NEVER REMEMEBRR IT AGAIN AND I THINK YOU CAN WRITE IT GOOD SO UH ANYWAYS

what do we think about indra, sasuke, izunax reader with just naturally cold skin but theyre like completely unphased about it

like he just holds their hand one day or something and it’s like “?? what the fuck🤨” bc theyre so cold

ALSO SORRY FOR REQUESTING SM I THINK I SENT ONE LAST WEEK SORRYSORRYSORRY

No problem, there's no limit to how many requests you want to send me! Just be patient with me—sometimes it's hard to keep up with everything that comes in, and I like to take my time to write each one with good quality.

Indra

It happened in passing.

The war council had ended, the halls were emptying, and she remained seated beside him—silent, poised, always collected.

Indra reached for her hand without thinking, a fleeting gesture.

But the moment their fingers touched, a sharp pause struck his features.

He pulled back half an inch.

Then frowned, narrowing his eyes at her hand like it had personally offended him.

–You're cold.

His voice was calm, but there was a very real undercurrent of judgment there.

–Are you ill? Injured? Dying?

(Y/N) didn’t even blink.

–No. That’s just how I am.

Indra stared again, as if that answer were unacceptable.

Then, with zero warning, he covered her hand with both of his, palms like embers compared to her icy skin.

–Ridiculous.

But he didn’t let go.

And from that day onward, he simply held her hand longer—less out of affection and more out of some unspoken vendetta against her body’s temperature.

Izuna

–Damn, wait wait, okay, okay... Who died and brought winter into your bloodstream?

Izuna had laced their fingers together during a walk—nothing more than a flirtatious gesture, all teasing grin and swaggering stride.

But the moment he felt her skin against his, he stopped in his tracks and stared at their hands like he’d just touched a ghost.

(Y/N) raised a brow.

–Dramatic much?

–No, no, you don’t get it.– He pointed at her hand, then at his. –This is warm-blooded Uchiha flesh. That is ice. What are you, part snow spirit? Should I be worried?–

She just shrugged, completely unbothered.

–It’s always been like that. You’ll get used to it.

Izuna snorted, but still kept holding on, swinging their linked hands a little too hard.

–I better. Or I’ll start bringing gloves on our dates.

A beat.

–Wait. Do I get an excuse to buy you gloves now? This might actually be perfect.

Sasuke

It happened by accident.

(Y/N) had handed him a book she’d borrowed, their fingers brushing briefly.

He stilled.

His eyes flicked down.

Then up.

Then down again.

–You're... freezing.

There was no drama in his voice.

Just confusion.

Suspicion, almost.

–Yeah. I run cold.

She didn’t even react, going right back to her seat like she hadn’t just left icicles on his palm.

Sasuke stared at his hand, then at her, frowning slightly like she’d broken some unspoken law of biology.

He didn’t say anything else.

But the next day, when she sat beside him, there was a small packet waiting on her desk.

A discreet pair of hand warmers.

No note. No explanation.

She looked at him. He didn’t meet her gaze, only muttered:

–Don’t let it happen again.

(Y/N) smiled faintly, tucking them into her sleeve.

It was his way of saying he cared.

[domoz]

drabble trade with @doveywovy with the prompts "mermaids" and "sharing body heat"

The air hangs still and quiet in the way it only does in the morning after it's just snowed.

Probably, Izuna should be thankful for the unseasonable turn in the weather. The cold has driven witnesses indoors and the usually deadly fauna of the swamp he travels through into hiding. He's never liked weather like this, though. The sharpness of the chill makes his jaw ache, and he finds himself paranoid that somehow his own breath will give him away.

Ice has formed a crust on the sides of his little boat and more forms on his oar every time he lifts it from the water. Soon enough he's going to have to stop and scrape it off, before it makes it awkward to navigate. But he’s hesitant when even the gentle drift of the boat sounds too loud in the silence.

There are rivers and lakes in water country, but not widespread enough to make learning to hide beneath them particularly worth it. Even this swamp is probably only two meters deep in most places -- the canopy of the trees above are so thick that they would make a better hiding spot for nearly anyone looking to ambush him.

That's why he's unprepared for the boat to suddenly be pulled out from underneath him. With the whip-crack speed of a predator springing on its prey, two thick arms hook under his shoulders and pull him backwards. He doesn't fall into the water, but into flesh -- slick and freezing cold.  He tries to pull away, instinctively kicks backwards, but whatever his foot meets is a single solid mass, and all he gets for struggling is flipped onto his back, face forced into the rough wood and freezing cold water that's sloshed over the sides. Even his legs aren't left free as something thick and muscled wraps around them.

Whatever it is that's on top of him isn't human -- but it also isn't trying to kill him, or else it could have done so by now. Instead, one arm -- pale white and scaly when Izuna cranes his neck to see it -- moves to wrap around both of his arms while the other moves to start tearing open his clothes. Icy-cold claws rake down his skin and start going through his pockets, tossing knives and coins and food pills all around the deck of the boat and over the side.

 The thing’s grip has become weaker in the meantime, and Izuna uses the chance to free his right elbow backwards -- it earns him more weight pressed down on him, not less, and an angry hiss.

"What kind of useless human doesn't carry matches?" A deep, accented voice growls out above him, "Or even a flint?"

The only thing that keeps Izuna from responding with 'the kind that can spit fire' is the fact that he can't follow it up with a fireball right in this thing’s face. Which means he has a moment to realize that this thing can speak, and if it can understand him then he has another way to worm his way out of this.

"The warm kind." He answers, as understanding about what's happening clicks into place, "The kind that might help you if you let him up and ask nicely."

He punctuates his point by taking as deep a breath as he can manage in his position and warming it with his chakra as he lets it back out. It turns the air around them into warm steam before it drifts away, and Izuna can feel the muscles wrapped around him clench as the thing hunches over as though trying to capture the heat.

There is a long moment of hesitation, then a sigh through clenched teeth. Weight shifts off of his chest, enough for him to push himself up and turn around, though his legs are still trapped under the bulk of -- yes that's a fish tail.

The creature that's caught him is something out of a peasant fairy tale. Mermaid -- or man, as it were -- the sort of creature that people say lures men to death with its beauty. Izuna supposes he can see where they're coming from -- the physique of the top half is almost improbably perfect -- though the effect is lessened both by the fact that the thing has just mugged him and that he's clearly miserable. The man’s hair and eyelashes are as white as the rest of him but they sparkle with ice, and now that his arms aren't down Izuna's clothes they're crossed over his chest in a hopeless bid to preserve warmth.

"I'll only need you to stay until the cold front is gone." The merman informs him, mouth not quite forming correctly around the words. "Then you can carry on as you please."

Which could be days or even weeks -- plenty of time to find an escape. Or, Izuna blows out another warm breath and stops himself from smirking as the merman can't stop himself from leaning into it, plenty of time to make a new friend.

[igneous-crocnroll]

Awwwww oh my gosh that Zappa design is so cute!!! (sorry I didn't do my homework and check if someone had already asked, I should have looked further)

If I may continue my curiosity, especially since I know a lot of the critters you draw are of the fluffy sort, have you done Answer before? (Actually looked through your tags this time and don't think I saw him) since the closest things he has to animal motifs are snakes and frogs bc of his battle summons, would he still be fluffy to you? Scaly? Is there any hard and fast rule to help you decide what to make a character? I'm interested in your creative process, if you're willing to share it!

Don't worry one bit!! I was actually thinking about drawing him once more, I welcome repeat requests! Buuut if they are repeats, I encourage suggestions of poses, situations OR perhaps different outfits (I've drawn an acr Faust followed by a requested Strive Faust, for example), otherwise the poses I think about just keep getting crazier...

The last time I drew answer was AAAGES ago, and I was a bit shy about tagging my art since I was just getting into Guilty Gear... I'm always shy about invading a tag with my funny animals at first. Either way I don't blame you for not finding him (he was untagged) and this is my chance at redesigning him!!

I think both snakes and frogs fit him very well - though to account for his spikes, we can make him a Spiny bush viper or a Crested Forest Toad.

Draft edit: I typed a whole article about my animal-picking process and it's making the post LOOOONG, so here it is below a cut!

I think... When making a character an animal, I like to discuss it with a few friends first, bounce some ideas off of them. It usually comes down to "what animal I want to draw"

There are of course moments when the work is done for me (Like Leo, Croe, Izuna, etc.) but even then a reversal of expectations is always fun. I don't think anyone would disagree that Elphelt is bunny like, but I made Aria, Valentine and Jacko lizards*, so how can I finangle this conundrum in a way I'm satisfied with? Well, I give Valentine, Jacko and Ramlethal things like manes and mammalian-like ears, and gave Elphelt horns and a lizard like tail. Meeting in the middle! I like to restrict hybrids and fantastical creatures to special characters (the gears and the valentines, for example), but I do often make exceptions for characters I really like (Hi Baiken!).

(*Own bias. I'm a croc! I'm a dragon! I'm a croc and a dragon and I like my reptiles! Aria happens to be a monkey tail skink because I learned about the existence of this animal recently... and they have prehensile tails! How cool is that?)

Though not Guilty Gear, back in The Day I made Lisa Silverman from Persona 2 half mountain bongo half lioness hybrid. Not to get too deep into her story, this was both to consolidate her connection to the zodiac Taurus, to her friend Tatsuya, and her feeling of otherness from those around her. Sin would also count as a hybrid, but it only really shows when he's older. Don't mind his tail.

Some other times, I like to keep in mind the region they're from and try to pick an animal from there. This is why Axl is a badger! This can play a bit into hurtful or boring stereotypes, so I try to be careful about it. That's also another issue - a lot of animals are used for insults (rats, snakes, cows, pigs, etc.) and even though I never do this out of hatred, someone else can misunderstand me, so that's another thing to keep in mind.

If characters belong to a group, I can follow a theme! With the Conclave, they're ancient creatures from rrroughly the ice age, and I try to have one mammal, one fish, one reptile, one bird and one, er, something else. Work in progress. Which one of them is more bug-like...

But the most important part to think about, for me, is motifs. Bedman and Delilah, with their oneiric motif, are sheep, because of "counting sheep"... Though Delilah could've been an owl, a creature quite associated with the night-time. Faust is an old world vulture, because though looming, creepy, with an odd gait (you HAVE to go see videos of vultures walking about, its so funny), he's doing an essential job, and he's actually quite kind! The Jellyfish Pirates are marine animals, May being an otter because of her speed and strength and Jovial Disposition. Frederick is a Gorilla, not just because of the jokes regarding his play-style, but because despite their looks, they are usually timid, gentle and inquisitive animals.

It's also because of motifs that characters like Ky don't have a single set animal. He's a wolf because of canines, he acts as a bridge between mankind and "the beasts", a pack animal who is quite fierce in battle but cares dearly for his family. He's a unicorn because of his dichotomy with dragons, because of his newly acquired gear blood (fantastical animal!), because of his Noble Appearance, his royalty, and lets be honest he's kind of horsey isn't he.

Sometimes I like to go for lesser known animals whenever I can, because to be quite honest I love zoology and I want everyone to appreciate the great variety of fauna that exists in the world! Sadly it doesn't always work out, because it's easier to recognize a character as a Lion than as a black-footed cat. It's the thought that matters, I suppose!

Even after an animal is picked, that choice can change because of my best friends the shapes. I've been told my art is very "shapes" (sic) and it is In Fact a point of character design I focus a lot on. Your first impression of a character can say a lot about them! Sometimes the conjuction of the animal's shapes and the character's shapes don't work out, in which case I can make them an Interesting Inversion Of The Norm, if that would make sense for the character, or I can pick another animal. Jam is currently in Animal Limbo because she was meant to be a hedgehog (spiky hair... yeah, sometimes I can be basic), but they're not exactly known as "agile" animals unless you count a certain blue blur. Stocky legs make for cruddy high jump kicks.

(Though I think it's pretty obvious I like to draw characters on the stockier, heftier side. Never be ashamed to follow your heart when drawing a character, it's what makes your art yours!)

When drawing my pear shaped dragons I have a lil bit more freedom, since I can just pick and choose different parts.

Thennn... When it comes to colours, I usually stick to variants of the hair colour, if it happens to be distinctive enough. Inevitably I'll pick colours from the outfit because they're associated with the character (sol is red, ky is blue, i like funny animals, and I bet so do you!), but usually change a bit of its values so it doesnt blend into the actual outfit.

Faust's feathers are my self-proclaimed greatest moment of genius, being greenish blue and inspired by his shirt. It's not like there was much hair to pick from!

Sin and Dizzy were a special case of being the fanartist's precious favourites, with their colours, designs and patterns being tweaked since... 2023, I think? You can go back and see just how different they both looked!

Now, everything that comes next, the sky is the limit! How will them being a funny animal affect their behaviour, fighting style, what funny jokes can be made? Its all up to you!