#senju mitsuba (oc)

[historias-multorum]

August Muse Line Up

Okay, so for August, I’m really gonna focus on muses that doesn’t get a lot of attention or love or are new. So these will be the muses on main for August. As a reminder: 1. You will NOT see the muses that aren’t on main unless its in a preexisting thread/ask. 2. DO NOT ask/request a muse that is not on main, the answer is no. 

Naruto Muses

Naomi Uchiha (Madara and Izuna’s mother OC)

Madara Uchiha

Izuna Uchiha

Tsunade Senju

Hana Inuzuka

Itachi Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha

Ino Yamanaka

Tenten

Hinata Hyuuga

Haruhi Uchiha

BNHA Muses

Aizawa

Sir Nighteye

Natsuo Todoroki

Shoto Todoroki

JJBA Muses

Jonathan Joestar

Mitsuba Higashikata

Osomatsu-san Muse

Karamatsu

Bleach Muses

Byakuya Kuchiki

Isane Kotetsu

Pokemon Muses

Chaser Trainer Resila Pokemon XD Gale od Darkness NPC/OC

Gym Leader Elesa

Resident Evil Muses

Everyone: Donna and Bela (plus Cassandra and Daniela once I finish their bios)

Miscellaneous Muses

Haku Yowane (Vocaloid)

Renji Yomo (Tokyo Ghoul)

Zakuro Fujiwara (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Hinatsuru (Demon Slayer)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)

Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon)

Sailor Star Healer (Sailor Moon)

Ami Bandicoot (Crash Team Racing Nitro Fueled)

Liz Bandicoot (Crash Team Racing Nitro Fueled)

Tachibana Makoto (Free! Eternal Summer)

Pauline (Mario)

Darcy (Winx Club)

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Prompt from @mermaidelephant : 

Two of your characters have to infiltrate the estate of a noble obsessed with fashion. How would they dress and how comfortable/uncomfortable would they be in their new clothes? How do they feel about the noble’s fashion hobby?

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This had to be one of the more…interesting…tasks Mitsuba and Gen had encountered during their hunt for two particular Uchiha men. Hints of their whereabouts had taken them to strange places, but this was by far the strangest—and, perhaps, the most dangerous. Nobles weren’t to be trifled with, after all. Not openly, and especially not by two rogue shinobi connected to one of the most well-known clans of the land, uninvited and unwelcome.

Ah, if Butsuma or her brothers caught wind of this…

But, no. Intel was intel. If Mitsuba worried before there was a problem, it would only distract her from their goal.

There had been reports of an eccentric and grossly wealthy noblewoman called Tenryū Momoka hiring the Uchiha clan to guard the caravans that brought her deliveries of extravagant riches and garments thieves would fetch a pretty penny from—if they could make it out alive. Uchiha presence, though, summarily ended any pilfering.

The reports, however, were only rumors. They needed proof. Receipts, correspondence, sightings… Anything that would lay the next stepping stones and set their search on the right path. And, in order to get that information, they had to play a part.

Namely...

Infiltrating the noblewoman’s manor as one of her several well-dressed and perhaps equally noble guests. 

It wasn’t a huge issue as far as appearances went—everyone wore a mask on the manor grounds during the so-called ‘one-hundred day festival,’ so their identities were safely concealed.

The masks resembled those the future ANBU would wear. Porcelain. A bit heavy. In the shapes of fox faces and cats and boars. The ones Mitsuba conjured up through her wood release and painted with swift and sharp smears of paint, however, were much lighter and only noticeably different if someone got much too up close and personal. The lenses of her glasses did press up against the eyeholes uncomfortably, but she wouldn’t have to bear it for long. They’d be quick. In and out in less than an hour. Any longer, and they ran the risk of getting caught.

“I can hardly fathom this type of lifestyle,” Gen muttered at her side, keeping close perhaps not out of necessity, but because they were both adrift in this strange and whimsical world of fashion and faceless forms that seemed so detached from their reality, and if they drifted too far away from each other they may never find their way back. They’d be forever lost, flitting about and chatting and laughing and drinking. “This is a waking nightmare, Mitsu.”

“Only if you think of it that way. But it is definitely distasteful.” She eyed him curiously through the narrow eyeholes of her mask, wondering if he’d ask why she had no trouble with lace-up strings or buttons or frills or the more restrictive seams of these ‘strange and foreign’ fashions when he himself seemed to squirm and itch to return to his sleeveless top and haori and loose-fitting pants. It hadn’t been easy, tracking down the woman’s past stolen outfits, but it had been a stroke of luck that they only needed minor alterations to fit well. 

Whoever Tenryū Momoka was, she had access to the far corners of the world, not limited to their land or their culture alone. Western styles Mitsuba was familiar with, once upon a time and likely forever, rang true in fitted pants and double-breasted coats lined with golden embroidered accents. And the full, satin skirts of what could have been Victorian or Georgian-era gowns. She’d never cared to learn the distinction—and, besides, in this world, they probably had different names. Something that even resembled an intricate and flowing Indian sari was displayed by one of the masked guests among them.

If she and Gen hadn’t been dressed in the same vibrant hues and patterns as everyone else, their drab and neutral forest-tones would have stuck out like two sore thumbs.

She did wonder, though, if Momoka had gifted these outfits to her fellow nobles as costume or if they were only on loan until the festivities reached their end. Festivities that also had influences from far-away, much bolder and free than what she’d come to know in this world.

Moving through the crowd, however, was simple due exactly to that boldness and freedom. No one noticed two guests slipping away into the shadows of the manor halls, where the world fell still, and almost quiet, when the doors were closed and when they crept further and further in so that the sounds and music outside were nothing but a whisper.

Inside the manor—inside was possibly worse. More than a manor, she’d go so far as to call it a museum, expertly crafted and curated and creepy, with a plethora of fashions that mirrored those found outside and included headwear, hats, and styled wigs. Some hung up on display boards, some fitted to wooden mannequins—

Gen gripped her shoulder as they came to a halt in the middle of the strange exhibit. “We may have made a mistake coming here.”

“Have you always been such a scaredy-cat, Gen-sensei? It��ll be over soon.”

Mitsuba opened the nearest door—and wished she hadn’t.

She stood before the rows upon rows of fanned-out kimonos suspended on stand-up hanging racks and briefly felt the sting of a not-so-far-off memory that involved her late mother’s own garment. No—not so much a sting, but a shiver that raced down her spine. The colors of the fanciful garb before her took on dull, cool silver and blue hues all awash in the hazy hauntings of the past that no longer, if ever, welcomed her. 

She closed the door with a definitive snap. “…Let’s not go in there.”

“Who did you say was a ‘scaredy-cat,’ again?” Gen eyed her with a wry smile, but she ignored it and crept to the next room with purpose.

No matter how many doors they opened, the contents were much the same. No signs of a study, of personal quarters, of a library, or anything useful, and their time ran short.

It wasn’t ideal, but…

Until the hundred days of revelry were up, they had quite a few chances to return and run a thorough search.

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I woke up for some reason so lemme hit you with the flip side of this: if kawarama or itama accidentally ate something poison she'd use this measure in a heartbeat and on instinct to save their lives with absolutely zero malicious intent

in light of remembering that people actually do eat activated charcoal, a known emergency treatment, i can’t help but think that if butsuma or tobirama ever ingested poison, mitsuba would take great pleasure in picking up a handful of hearth coal and shoving it down their throats