#sayuri tachimae

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My favourite girls 🖤Art by @mheer-mizuki

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Let go Obito x OC

She is at the beach in the middle of the night, feeling the cool sand between her toes. He stands facing the edge of the world, silhouetted in darkness, but when she draws closer, the glow of the full moon lights up his mask. She stops a step away from him, and casts her gaze out onto the edge of the world. Only the rhythmic sound of the waves can be heard, moving in a constant drumbeat in her head.

“Sayuri-chan,” he turns to her, hand outstretched, his voice the musical and light sing-song of Tobi,“Come with me.”

Of course she does. He is Tobi. He is her friend. She lets herself be guided to the edge of the ocean, where the waves lap at her feet. She is blissful and giddy, like she could just float away on the breeze to anywhere and everywhere. Everything is perfect.

Then his grip loosens, and his voice becomes harsh and cold, “Are you ready to fulfil your purpose?”

Purpose? What purpose? Her only purpose is to be Sayuri. What happened to Tobi? Who is this new guy? She doesn’t understand.

Suddenly all is bathed in red and the comforting hand is gone as she is swallowed by the waves. She tries to swim up towards the light, but her limbs are not her own, and something is dragging her down. She tries to fight against it, but she cannot get away from the all-consuming darkness, and she cannot breathe.

She cannot breathe.

She wakes, gasping, sweaty and panicked. He is there, safe and warm, and good, holding her, stroking her hair.

For a while, it is all she can do but cling to him as he comforts her, whispering words of encouragement.

Eventually she calms enough to prise herself away from him, noting how she has left indents in his skin from her nails. She traces them with her finger, following on along his collarbone and up his neck to older, deeper scars, and along his lips, feeling the dry skin underneath the pad of her finger.

The kiss is slow and gentle, a sign of gratitude, and trust, and love.

She settles in his lap, feeling the gentle heartbeat through his chest as he smoothes her hair.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head.

“Okay,” he leaves a kiss on her temple, “Are you ready to go back to sleep, or would you like to do something else?”

In answer, she settles herself under the covers, moving her body round so he is cradling her from behind.

They lay in the dark for a while, curling fingers, and arms, and legs together, and the rain soon starts up its familiar tempo, a constant drumbeat on the windows.

“Obito?”

“Mmm?”

“I want you to hold me and never let go. Never ever.”

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Missed baby’s birthday on the 10th but here is a suitable winter pic I haven’t posted on here.

I commissioned this by artist pandobun. ☺️

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Remember Remember the 5th of November…

Picture of my oc Sayuri Tachimae by PikeiPanda, commissioned by me

I wrote another little one shot which you can read on ao3.

You can also read the original ‘Fireworks’ fic which this pic is based on in the first chapter of the same work.

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Art by emuverso, commissioned by me, for my character Sayuri Tachimae.

Pancakes are a staple part of Sayuri’s diet. I just wrote another little one shot to the ‘Pancakes’ story on ao3.

It sounds strange to say, but for me, this food is very Japanese. The first time I really ate pancakes like this was when I was living in Tokyo.

And there were a lot of cafes selling cute pancakes. Yes, they are a western import food. But the pancakes I was used to were the thin crêpe style ones, made without baking powder.

I don’t really like thick pancakes that much. I find them too stodgy. But Sayuri is Sayuri and I am me.

I had a comment about having non-asian foods in an Asian culture, but in my mind it just fits. And the Naruto universe isn’t really singularly Japanese either…

Anyway, the point of the pancakes isn’t just that Sayuri likes them. It’s that Obito makes them for her. And her mother made them for her when she was small.

It’s an act of affection and the first real solid sign of him acting altruistically towards her. I made up the story of his grandma showing him the recipe. So it links to his childhood and his buried personality under all the lies. And also, I think cooking is like a therapy for him. Like caring for plants is for Sayuri.

It allows him to nurture and care with his hands and make something that is just wholesome and good. I think if they survive all this he would be happy just staying at home and making a lot of baked goods for his family.

There’s a lot of love in those pancakes. I bet they taste delicious.

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Sayuri is still sexier than all of you just fyi

Art by mirucomplex on insta