#uchiha sachiko

[navigatorsghost]

Okay so Death Note / Naruto doesn't seem to have that much Venn overlap in fandom terms judging by the scarcity of crossovers on AO3, but just. Just hear me out for a second.

Hypothesis: Sachiko Yagami's maiden name was Uchiha.

Suppose she was a teenager at the time of the Massacre. She escapes through some kind of dimensional jutsu (probably something related to Kamui) and finds herself in the Death Note world. She learns to fit in, she survives. She marries a cop because that's what you do if you're a good Uchiha girl. And it's fine! She loves Soichiro! She's perfectly happy with the prospect of a low-key lifetime as the devoted wife to a police chief and mother to his children; that's, like, majorly aspirational stuff where she comes from.

Except she's still genetically an Uchiha. And that's how her firstborn son wound up with an outrageous dramatic streak, a keen intellect overshadowed by a mindboggling superiority complex, eyes that flash red under stress, and a terrible conviction that he knows what's best for everyone on the planet and this gives him the right to kill anyone who gets in his way. Not to mention the name of 月, which ought to be pronounced "Tsuki", as in 月読­ ,"Tsukuyomi".

Light Yagami is a goddamn Uchiha on his mother's side and this explains literally everything.

(How would shinigami eyes have interacted with latent sharingan genes? It's probably just as well we never found out.)

[usagirln120]

Who are the 15 Chosen Ones?

Izuku Midoriya who was destined to defeat All For One.

Satoshi Mochida who was destined to defeat Sachiko Shinozaki.

Makoto Naegi who was destined to defeat Monokuma (who is Junko's father in this AU).

Natsu Dragneel who was destined to defeat his brother Zeref Dragneel.

Hiccup Haddock who was destined to defeat Drago.

Bill Denbrough who was destined to defeat Pennywise.

Tanjiro Kamado who was destined to defeat Muzan Kibutsuji.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng who was destined to defeat Hawk Moth, who's true identity was eventually revealed to be her future father-in-law Gabriel Agreste.

Naruto Uzumaki who was destined to defeat Madara Uchiha.

Luffy D. Monkey who was destined to defeat Teach D. Marshall.

Mike Wheeler who was destined to defeat Henry Creel.

Finney Blake who was destined to defeat Albert Shaw.

Luz Noceda who was destined to defeat Belos.

Ryan Ezrahler who was destined to defeat Silas Vorez.

And Emma (from TPN) who was destined to defeat Peter Ratri.

Just like in the original Harry Potter universe, their roles in defeating the most powerful dark wizards of all time was foretold when the Divination Professor (Bruno Madrigal) was doing the job Interview when he got the prophecy but unlike Trelawney he actually remembered it.

[hellcifrogs]

in terms on your OC’s, what are the main ones past? Like the basic things li,e thier relationships with parents or upbringing

I've been trying to come up with more ideas for their families, but other than their appearences I did get team Shinichi's families names and general ideas~

Uzumaki Tamako is Kenshi's mom, she ran from Uzushio and lived moving around until she became pregnant and decided to settle in Konoha. She died when Kenshi was around 7 I think. They knew Kushina from afar, like distant cousins, but didn't get many chances to get closer.

Inuzuka Shita, married a civilian medic, Sachiko. Very fierce, but absolutely in love with his little girl, Ashi. Sachiko was the only one to easily control and order Shita around. He died on the mission following the news of Ashi's passing.

Uchiha Ryuuji and Uchiha Manami, childhood sweethearts who lived an almost fairy tale love, until war started. Ryuuji used up his sharingan enough to go blind by the time Sho was around five. Manami was still alive by the time of the massacre.

Bonus: I still want Shinichi to marry someone, maybe for the everyone lives version.

[batwolvixie]

Sachiko Uchiha Hyuga

Sasuke and Hinata second daughter.

A perfect combination of both her parents, the first person ever to wield both the sharingan and byakugan.

[historias-multorum]

November Muse Line-Up

So these muses will be on main in November. I am picking the muses that could use more love. Any new muses being added will automatically be on main too.

Remember, the muses NOT on this list WILL NOT be active.

Naruto Muses:

Madara Uchiha

Izuna Uchiha

Tsunade Senju

Shizune

Kakashi Hatake

Hana Inuzuka

Itachi Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha

Hinata Hyuuga

Karin Uzumaki

Naruto Uzumaki

BNHA Muses:

Aizawa Shota

Sir Nighteye

Tamaki Amajiki

Tsuyu Asui

Shoto Todoroki

Tenya Iida

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Muses

Jonathan Joestar

Kei Nijimura

Osomatsu-san! Muses

Karamatsu

Jyushimatsu

Osoko

Bleach Muses

Everyone

Resident Evil Village Muses

Donna Beneviento

Cassandra Dimitrescu

One Piece Muses

Everyone

SailorMoon Muses

Both

CTRNF Muses

Everyone

Tokyo Ghoul Muses

None

Demon Slayer Muses

Both

Miscellaneous Muses

L Lawliet

Miles Edgeworth

Sonic the Hedgehog

Makoto Tachibana

Princess Tavra

Tilly Green

Haku Yowane

Zakuro

Ulala

Serenity

Minami

Sachiko

[kyuusou]

.:The Echoes:.

Canon Muses: 

Izumi Hirawa (Uchiha) (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Maito Gai (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Hinata Hyuuga (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon Moegi Kazamatsuri (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon Hanabi Hyuuga (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Maito Dai (Test) Info || Verses || Headcanon Sakumo Hatake (Test) Info || Verses || Headcanon Kushina Uzumaki (Test) Info || Verses || Headcanon

OC Muses:

Younger than Himawari Uzumaki’s generation:

Sachiko Hirawa (Uchiha) (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Awayuki Tarakida (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Kawaki and Boruto Uzumaki’s generation:

Shachi Hyuuga (Secondary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Kujira Hyuuga (Secondary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Reiu Tarakida (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Mirai Sarutobi’s generation: 

Enoki Yuuhi (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Konohamaru’s Sarutobi’s generation:

Kanae Kogane (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Iyoko Yamanaka (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Kiyomi Hyuuga (Kaguya) (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Hanae Hyuuga (Kaguya) (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Neji Hyuuga and Naruto Uzumaki’s generation:

Mukuri Tarakida (Secondary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Baichou Kuriarare (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Tomoyo Hyuuga (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Itachi Uchiha’s generation:

Zanka Haruno (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Maito Gai and Iruka Umino’s generation:

Bijin Yuuhi (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Shinju Hyuuga (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Hanako Uzumaki (Secondary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Momoko Kousaku (Secondary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Jiraiya and Sakumo Hatake’s generation:

Hakubai Kousaku (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Botan Kumanushi (Tertiary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Satoshi Yuuhi (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Hiruzen Sarutobi and Danzou Shimura’s generation:

Setsuko Kogane (Teriary) Info || Verses || Headcanon 

Hashirama Senju and Madara Uchiha’s generation:

Kuroba Senju (Hinageshi) (Primary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Umeko Uzumaki (Secondary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Minushi Urokome (Teriary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Hinoko Hyuuga (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon  Tsubaki Nakamura (Quaternary) Info || Verses || Headcanon

[musedbyalli]

The five-year-old Uchiha girl looked up with her big, dark eyes at the older Akimichi girl. She was eating her favourite chips, which were sold out. She showed a small package with dried fruit candy. “Do you want to trade all of my candy for one piece of your chips?” She asked.

//I hope it's okay to send Sachiko (Izumi x Itachi child) to Chouchou :D

ChoCho had almost missed the presence of Sarada's cousin, until she saw her showing the candy she was offering to trade. ChoCho was tempted to reject the offer, since these were some of her favorite chips that she had managed to snag the last of at the store.

Something about the big, dark eyes staring up at her made that rather difficult though. Thankfully, she did enjoy the candy that was being offered to her. The Akimichi would have to make some adjustments to the offer though.

She shook the bag slightly and held it to where the Uchiha could see into it - the bag had probably between a half and a quarter way left filled with chips. "How 'bout I give you the rest of the bag and you just give me half of your snack?" With it being a small package, she'd just hold her hands out and allow Sachiko to pour it into her hands if she were to accept.

[kusunogatari]

[ ObiRyū October | Day Twenty-Nine | Along the River ] [ @abyssaldespair ] [ Uchiha Obito, Suigin Ryū, Uchiha Sachiko ] [ Verse: River Runs Deep ] [ Blood, death ]

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He was barely a toddler when the raids came through. When houses burned, blood ran, and lives were lost. Among the fallen were his mother and father, leaving him only with his grandmother to raise him in her little house along a creek. Memories of that night were fogged, blurred...and only faded as he grew older.

By the time he is six years old, they are all but gone, knowing only his grandmother’s house and her love.

Little boys, however, are mischievous little things. And Obito is no exception. Inquisitive and daring, he often wanders around the woods behind the house, sitting at the very edge of the village. Animals and spirits alike scurry from his sight, sticks held like swords as he battles imaginary foes. And other times, he jumps around in the creek, catching frogs and salamanders, and sometimes even little fish!

But that’s not all that lurks in the water.

Sitting on a rather large rock along the bank one afternoon, he catches his breath, having just finished chasing a bullfrog. His bare feet are all muddy, the hems of his pants wet. Sachiko will surely scold him, but...he wasn’t paying as much attention as he should have. He had a frog to catch! Dazedly watching the sunlight warp and wiggle along the surface as it tumbles over some stones, Obito then slowly sits up straight.

...is...is that…?

Blinking large eyes, he stares at a gap in the rocks. It almost looks like there’s a face there...looking back at him from the water.

“...hullo…?”

Rippling with the flow of the water, the face...blinks!

It is a face…!

Forgetting his manners for a moment, Obito goes plunging back into the water to get a closer look. And as he does, the being’s eyes go wide...and it disappears.

“...huh?” Looking around, he searches for...whatever that was. “...hey! Come back!”

Behind him, unseen, the face peers around his previous perch, watching him silently as he goes rummaging around in the little rapids.

“Come back! I just wanna see ya! Where’d you go…?” He peers into crevices in the stones. All that looks back is a crawfish, clicking its pincers menacingly. “Aww…”

“...what do you want?”

“Yah!” Startled, Obito scurries forward, spinning around and bracing for a blow. But all he sees is the little face behind the rock. “...who are you?”

“I asked you first!”

He stares. This kid - girl? - has hair as white as snow. It curls about her ears like the white foam that gathers around the rocks. And the large, mirror-like silver eyes in her face are like a snake’s, pupils long and thin. Her ears are pointed, and the beginnings of moonstone horns - little more than nubbins at present - peek out from her temples. “I, uh...I thought I saw a person in the water! Was that you…?”

She nods. “Mhm. This is my river!”

At that, Obito frowns. “...river…? It’s barely even a creek!”

The girl’s cheeks puff in a pout. “That’s because I’m still little! See?” Out she comes from hiding, revealing she looks no bigger than himself, maybe even a little smaller. “I’m young for a river! But I’ll grow!” A finger points north. “My mother is over there...I branched off from her banks. Someday I’ll be just as big and strong as she is!”

“...uh…” Obito’s a little skeptical, but who is he to tell a river spirit what is and what isn’t? “Okay. So are you...a kami…?”

“Mhm! You can call me Ryū,” she offers.

“Do you have a shrine?”

At that, Ryū balks, suddenly pink with embarrassment. “N...no. Not yet…”

“But every kami needs a shrine! Are you really a kami without one?”

“O-of course I am!” she rebukes, stomping a foot and sending a huge splash outward, knocking Obito over to sit in the shallows. “Someday I’ll have a big shrine, and you’ll have to come pray to me for your fish and your water!”

Braced up on his palms, Obito stares up at her. Okay, so...she’s stronger than she looks. “O-okay! I...I didn’t mean t’make you mad. M’sorry. I’ve...never met a kami before. Just the little ones that run around in the bushes! Bāchan’s got a whole bunch of little houses for them in the garden!”

At that, Ryū perks up. “...she does?”

“Yeah! I leave ‘em candy sometimes.” Grimacing, he hauls himself to his feet, dripping. “Ehhh…” It’s gonna take forever for him to dry off!

Studying him for a moment, Ryū then claps her hands. At her beckoning, a whirlwind dances over the top of the water! With a few turns, it whips all of the water out of Obito’s clothes, his hair left standing on end.

Seeing as much, Ryū breaks out into giggles caught in her hands.

“...what?”

“N-nothing! But...you’re dry now!” Suddenly looking coy, she smiles behind her palms. “...I didn’t mean to knock you over.” Barefoot, she walks atop the water to where he stands, offering a hand.

Nervously, Obito takes it.

“Step up!”

“...huh?”

“Just do it!”

Looking unsure, he does as asked. And like a solid step, his foot rests atop the water. “...eh?!”

“Other foot, now!”

Gawking, Obito takes another step. He’s...he’s standing on the creek!

...river.

“Is...is this magic?”

“Mhm!” With a tug, she takes him back across, letting Obito step off onto dry land and ridding him of the last of the water. “There!”

“Er...thanks.”

“Be more careful next time you go splashing around for frogs, huh? You never know what might be in the water,” Ryū teases.

It’s Obito’s turn to pout. But he doesn’t really have a retort, either. “Okay, okay…”

With that, Ryū gently ushers him back toward the house where Sachiko begins calling him for lunch.

When Obito turns around, she’s already gone.

...that did really just happen...right?

At least he’s not wet and muddy anymore.

“There you are!” his grandmother greets as he steps back up into the house. “Catch any fish?”

“Nah...tried to get a bullfrog, but it got away.”

Sachiko chuckles, ruffling his wind-puffed hair. “Well, someday you’ll catch some. Then we’ll have fresh lunch, hm?”

“Hey, bāchan?”

“Yes, dear?”

“You believe in kami, right?”

“But of course!” The old woman points to the kamidana that looks out toward the entrance with a gnarled finger. “I still put out offerings for our house spirit. And whatever I can for the little ones in the garden.”

“There’s one in the creek, behind the house!”

At that, Sachiko’s eyes widen. “A river spirit…?”

“Yeah! She’s little, though. Like me!”

“I see…! Well, we’ll have to make her feel welcome, won’t we?”

“Mhm!”

With a little blade, Obito takes some branches from the forest, and begins to whittle in his spare time. More than once, he nicks his fingertips, having to stop and stuck on them to stop the bleeding. With little nails his grandmother gives him, he carefully starts constructing his very best attempt at a tiny little shrine. While he knows it’s nowhere near a proper one...well, they all have to start somewhere.

When it’s finished, he goes about settling it in the proper spot. Carefully wedging it protectively in a nest of stones, he stands back to let Ryū come up and take a closer look.

“...what is this…?”

“It’s a shrine!” He braces proud hands on his hips, looking smug. “I made it all by myself! With bāchan’s help.”

She just...stares at it.

...and Obito starts to get nervous.

“Do...you like it…?”

After a pause, she turns to him, chin trembling and eyes teary.

Obito stiffens. “Wh-? What’s wrong? Is it -?”

“It’s perfect!” she cuts in, leaping forward and latching onto him tightly, forcing him to spin slightly at her force to avoid falling over. Around them, a joyous wind eddies and ripples the water in an arc. Face hiding in her neck, she quietly mumbles, “...thank you.”

Above her, Obito’s cheeks tinge pink. “...y-you’re welcome.”

Every morning, he and Sachiko dutifully come out and leave an offering. To Obito’s surprise, Ryū never shows herself when the old woman is around. It’s only in front of the boy she emerges from the water, always miraculously dry.

“How come bāchan doesn’t get to see you?”

Sitting on one of the rocks by her shrine, Ryū hums. “...well...sometimes seeing a kami can be a bit, um...much for people. And I don’t want to frighten her.”

“You wouldn’t scare her!”

“...no,” Ryū agrees, still frowning. “...but it can still startle them. And it’s not good to startle old humans. It can make their heart go too fast. For you it’s okay, because your heart is young and your mind is open. Sachiko-bā’s mind is open, but...I’m afraid her heart might not do well, ne? So I want to be safe. Humans don’t live as long as we kami do.”

That makes Obito stiffen. In truth...he hasn’t ever given his grandmother’s mortality any thought. To him, she’s a constant. She’s always been here, so...surely she always will be!

...right?

“...but…?”

Seeing the conflict in the boy’s face, Ryū gently sighs. “...we river spirits can help with healing - water is the element of it, after all. I’ll do my best to help keep your grandmother healthy for as long as I can! But, Obito...all things have to pass eventually. It’s part of life, ne…?”

Frowning heavily, he wants to argue...but despite his young age, he also knows she’s right. He sits beside her, looking somber. “...yeah…”

She carefully leans against him. “Just make sure she drinks water from my river every day, ne? I’ll do all I can.”

“...thanks.”

Time, however, stops for no man and no kami. Seasons blend together, rising and falling as years begin to pass. Obito gets a little older, and a little older. Sachiko, however, hardly seems to change: sitting on the rear engawa and slowly fanning herself, looking over the water with a Buddha smile.

And it’s not just Obito that grows. With every passing wet season, the creek behind the house grows a little deeper, a little wider. Reeds grow along the banks, which Sachiko teaches Obito to weave into baskets to hold their food. Fish begin to swim in the currents, Obito spearing them for food whenever the weather is good, as well as finding freshwater clams and crawfish. And every evening, little glowing mushi float over the water, their light reflecting along the surface.

They, however, aren’t the only kami that start gathering by the river.

A kappa spoon shows up. Lurking in the waters, she watches the humans with her amber eyes. And every so often, an okuri inu wanders from his guarded path to drink from the banks.

Ryū welcomes them all. Like her waters, her physical form also matures. Taller, her silver-threaded white kimono grows with her, the patterns shifting and changing depending on her thoughts or mood. Her hair is longer, falling nearly to her tailbone: a mess of waves like her rapids. And the horns at her temple have grown, with several branches that curl out behind her head.

A few years later, Obito makes a second attempt at her shrine. This one is bigger, more refined, and set atop a stone slab he hauls in along the riverbank. Ryū still keeps the first one, nestled among other treasures beneath the water.

Even other villagers begin to make offerings. Sake and plum wine are poured into her currents with every harvest. She brings rains in the Spring, and cool winds in the Summer.

Life is peaceful.

...but peace rarely lasts.

At the elders’ requests, the boys begin to learn how to fight. Obito trains with blades and armor, often practicing his forms behind the house.

With doleful eyes, Ryū watches.

She still remembers how her mother’s waters would run red with blood when war swept over the land.

And like the turning of seasons, war once again falls upon them. The boys wait anxiously for the day it finds their village.

That is all they are: boys.

Children.

As Summer wanes, the fighting finds them. Samurai on horseback, intent on conquest, ride through and alight thatch roofs. Men who dare lift blades to them are cut down. Blood pools in the mud of the streets.

It all seems so hopeless.

“No...no!”

With every ounce of effort she can muster, Sachiko makes her way to the banks. In her arms, slack and unconscious, is Obito. Blood runs down his face...and horrible burns pucker his flesh.

“O-kami-sama...please! Don’t take my boy...don’t take what I have left! Please...please spare him…!” Stepping into the water, she brings his body with her. “Save him, I beg of you…!”

Emerging from the water, Ryū’s face is tightened with emotion. Water drips from her form, kimono heavy. “Obito…!”

“O-kami-sama…” Sachiko reaches a trembling hand, which Ryū gently takes. “Please…!”

Looking near tears, Ryū then turns to her friend. Carefully, she urges him further into the current, palms at his cheeks as he floats along the surface. A wind begins to eddy around them, the god’s eyes closed as she concentrates.

Around her, the water begins to shimmer, taking on an emerald hue. As it washes over the boy in her arms, his wounds begin to close, scarred and pink.

His eyes open, looking foggily up to her face. “...Ryū…?”

“Shh...you’re safe now…” Glancing aside, she motions to the kappa. “Hold him here.”

“Where are you going?”

Her silvers turn to steel. “...to finish this.”

Face slack, the kappa doesn’t argue, watching as the god approaches the bank.

Water brings life, washes wounds, and nurtures fields.

But so too can it drown.

Within moments, tumultuous storm clouds gather over the village, dark and rumbling. Lightning strikes, winds whipping. Torrents of rain begin to fall, dousing the flames. And as Ryū walks the street, forks of lightning find marks in the samurai’s iron armor. The god’s wrath washes over the village, scourging the invaders and leaving the villagers untouched. Screams of terror sound from the samurai, who scramble to retreat.

With a geyser-like hiss, Ryū shifts into her true form: a ribbon of white and silver scales, needle teeth bared in fury as claws dig into the earth beneath her.

“BEGONE!”

...then there is silence, broken only by the rain.

Staring out after the warriors, Ryū watches as the hiding villagers slowly reappear. Mourning cries begin to build for the fallen. Hands reach for the burned and broken buildings.

But those who survived will rebuild.

At each of the wounded, Ryū stops and does what she can. Many are saved. A few are still lost. Only once all are accounted for does the rain begin to ease, the clouds lightening and starting to scatter.

Returning to the river, she carefully brings Obito to the bank. Already the kappa has peeled away what remains of his armor, his body light.

“O-kami-sama…”

Turning her head to Sachiko, Ryū watches the human cry in relief, smiling as tears tumble down her face.

“Thank you...thank you.”

Softening, the god brings her snout to the old woman’s brow, carefully resting the cool scales against her skin.

“Ryū…?”

In a blink, Ryū retakes her human form, knelt and bringing Obito’s head to her lap. “It’s over. And I doubt they will return. Not knowing an angry god watches over this place.”

With a swaying, scar-marked hand, he reaches up to cup her cheek. “You saved me.”

“Of course,” is her soft reply. “You were my first friend...you built me my first shrine. You are forever nestled at the center of my heart, Obito.”

Smiling, he lets his eyes close, exhausting overtaking him.

For weeks, the village licks its wounds. Homes are rebuilt, graves dug, memories shouldered. And along the riverbank, a proper shrine is raised for their patron god. Dragons adorn every surface: painted, carved, and molded.

Standing within it, Ryū quietly takes in its beauty.

“Well...I think this one is better than either of mine.”

Turning, she alights as Obito enters. Still recovering, he leans heavily on a crutch. “They are all beautiful,” is her retort. “It’s not the appearance, but the intent. And yours were always the most heartfelt. So too is this one. But I will always treasure yours the most.”

Head ducking, he goes red.

“How are you wounds…?”

“Fine...I’m just sore. I’ll be all right. I was lucky.”

Her gaze drops at the memory of the fallen. “...it won’t happen again.”

“I know.”

Considering him for a moment, Ryū then crosses the floor to stand before him. “...you know, I wouldn’t be as I am if it weren’t for you.”

“Huh…?”

“You befriended me, and respected me. Believed in me. All kami need to be believed in and remembered, lest we disappear. Without you...perhaps I would have dried up. Faded away. But now...now I’ll flow for generations. And it all began with you.”

Now quite brightly blushing, Obito has no retort.

Allowing a smile, Ryū takes his cheeks in her hands, bowing his head to plant a kiss on his brow. “...thank you, Obito.”

“B-but -? I should be thanking you! You saved me, you -?”

“I did what I had to. What I wanted. It seems...we needed each other.” Her hands lower, taking his spare gently in her grip. “...and so...we will be together. Won’t we…?”

Looking a bit dumbfounded, Obito then softens and shuffles closer. “...yeah. We will.”

     This is depressingly late, but honestly I just...got too burnt out. Things I were trying weren’t working. So I gave up for a few days, let my brain rest. I THINK I can finish, now. One more free day for my choice, then another prompt from Meg, then we’re done! At least it’s not December, yet :’D      But anyway, some kami verse! I am...a huge sucker for this, okay. Japanese mythology is so interesting. I feel like maybe I don’t know enough to write this kind of thing perfectly well, but I try! It’s a bit like Obito’s bakeneko piece, but...reversed! lol      Anyway, gotta get some stuff done, but I’ma try to at least start another one tonight. We’ll see how it goes~ Thanks for reading!

[galacov6]

Hibana Uchiha | うちは 火花

Hibana Uchiha is a kunoichi from Konohagakure and a member of the Uchiha clan. She is the daugher of Ushio and Natsu Uchiha, and the niece of Romio Uchiha, who she looks up to like an older sister. She is said to greatly resemble her ancestor, Sachiko Uchiha. After graduating from the academy, she was placed on Team Jūri, alongside her best friend Kaiko Aburame, and Shikamori Nara. Her birthday is February 16th, her blood type is O+, and her height is 5'4.

When Hibana was 5 years old, her Sharigan activated and has been unable to shut off ever since. As such, she has been seen by many as emotionally unstable or overly sensitive- something that makes her a target for some of the meaner kids in her peer group. However, she is a cheerful girl, although she had a tendency to be a little demanding or forceful at times, never in too serious of a way though, and always liked to stand up for what she considered right, such as taking a stand against Shiori Aragaki, a bully classmate who she considers a rival of hers. Hibana isn't above retaliation either, being the catalyst of her Shiori's broken friendship with Sayato Yasuda with the latter also being the target of Hibana's own affections. Hibana and Sayato eventually became friends after graduation, and Haine Kamiya sound rounded out Hibana's social circle.

During her genin days, she is stuck doing most of her missions close to home in the Leaf because of her jonin Jūri having certain restrictions placed onto him by his clan, and while she is annoyed by it, she mostly just misses getting a chance to hang out with Sayato and Haine as they're often out of town on their missions with their respective teams. Hibana and Romio are the first two people Sayato comes to after the incident that ended up with Shiori and Akio dead, and helps to bring Shiori's body back to the village in turn.

Barely getting any time to process the death of her rival, Hibana entered the chunin exams and managed to graduate alongside her friends Sayato and Haine (amongst other competitors who also got promoted). For a while it seems all is calm and she continues going about missions, although this time with a lot more freedom due to her rank up to chunin.

But a series of unfortunate events starts to unfold throughout the village. And Hibana's disappearance is just one of them...

A short time prior to the Uchiha Clan Massacre, Hibana and Sayato have a heartfelt moment together. Hibana wants to share a secret with Sayato- that she's unlocked her Mangekyo Sharingan, how she obtained it, and when, as well as the fact that she can now deactivate her Sharingan, but not wanting to shock anyone she's been keeping it up constantly to not arouse suspicion. Sayato shares a secret of his own: the truth behind Shiori and Akio's murders. With them both getting these things off of their chests, Hibana shares a kiss with Sayato and tells him that he won't see her for a while, but she'll be back one day. Sayato tries to get more answers out of Hibana, but she gently knocks him out with a genjutsu and by the time Sayato wakes up, she's long gone.

Sayato didn't mention this interaction with anyone as the investigation into her started to kick off, as he was already being accused of 2 murders by many in the village, so he didn't want to add more fuel onto the conspiracy theories. After the massacre the search for her dies out, with no family to keep prodding and spearheading the efforts to find her. Uchiha is a name marred with tragedy and that is what many assume what happened to Hibana.

But is it really?

1. by 6thplanet 2. by soaringmoon 3. by cordifolium 4. by whinyatra

[pachu09]

Uchiha OC's I would include in my Blessed AU Mada/Tobi fic ( if you don't know what I'm talking about please do visit the Mada/Tobi Fandom and search for the tags, Blessed AU) that I still haven't posted on AO3 😅...but these Fanarts are already posted in there. 🙂

I'll explain who they are, a little introduction to you all.

Uchiha Akira ( age 24 )

Eldest of Tajima’s son's.

Most level headed too.

A genius equal to Tobirama’s intellect.

He can easily go toe to toe with Hashirama if they battle with each other.

Protective of his siblings but had the tendency to beat them up if they pisses him off.

Will eventually aggressively court Tobirama’s Twin but he'll go about it — by entirely overwhelming the Senju that the man would be force to concede to him.

He fights using a black bladed Katana he himself created.

It is rumored he can used all of the Elemental affinities without problem.

Uchiha Kazuya and Haruka ( ages 18)

Youngest of Tajima’s sons ( Haruka is the first one to be born Kazuya following after 20 minutes of hard labor )

Mischievous and likes to annoy everyone

No one's safe from their pranks ( except Tobirama and Itama )

Had almost been engaged to Senju Itama ( which Izuna vehemently protested because he had 1st dibs for Itama )

Immature at times but can be pretty serious when the situation calls

They manifested their Mangekyou Sharingan at 7 years old due to a traumatic event that no one spoke of.

Their weapons are Odachi for Kazuya and Chokuto for Haruka that Akira created as a gift for their 16th birthday.

Uchiha Sachie and Uchiha Sachiko ( ages: 16 years old )

Distant relatives of the Uchiha Main Family.

They were given the task to Guard, Uchiha ( nee Senju ) Itama at all times.

Sometimes acting as the boy’s Handmaiden even.

Ferocious in battle.

Both develop at the same time a mature Sharingan at the age of 12.

Sachie wields a long Axe while Sachiko uses a Scythe.

[cafeinthemoon]

The Leaves of Her Garden - Chapter XVI

Title: The Leaves of Her Garden

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Madara Uchiha x reader

Rating: Mature

Word count: 3163

Chapter (s): 16/?

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Interlude, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15

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Chapter XVI - The Week Before the Travel

 If you thought your life has been through enough changes the moment you arrived at the Uchiha compound, the week before your husband’s farewell came to show you that there’s nothing that has already been through many changes that couldn’t be transformed a bit more.

The mornings were reserved to your shinobi training. You always used the same place of the day you learned how identify your chakra pathway, the garden. You liked it for its quietness and privacy: it was like whenever you were there, you could never be interrupted by someone or something unexpected. It seemed to work as a fence to another world, where time stopped just for you two.

Your progress came faster than you were expecting. Yes, it’s true that you were far from becoming a skilled shinobi like the ones you met there, but what you were capable of doing now were impressive when you considered that you were an adult who never had any preparation until then.

After learning how to control your chakra, your first challenge was to practice with kunai. When Madara put a blade on your hand for the first time and explained what you were supposed to do with it, you couldn’t feel anything but the uncomfortable weight of the weapon; you almost told him you didn’t want to hold anything like that again, but since you were going so far and you asked for that, you couldn’t look behind. When you found out you could transfer your chakra the kunai, holding it became strangely easier: your hand no longer trembled and you felt at will to throw it at the closest tree. The first time you did it, you ran to look at it closer and were surprised of how deep the blade entered the wood.

You then started to train your defense: for now, it was better for you to learn how to protect yourself and avoid conflicts, just as you wanted in the first place, and Madara stated that this part of your training would make things easier when you started to learn attack methods. This time you felt less difficulty to adapt because of the previous session you had before the ceremony; you also noticed the difference between striking using your chakra and just relying on your physical strength: your movements were more fluid, faster and well led. You felt less tired at the end too.

You were almost happy with your results when Madara decided to include the kunai in the process.

- But you almost don’t use any weapons when you’re fighting – you protested, using the vision you had with Hashirama as a parameter – Besides, if I won’t be attacking anyone I don’t need to know everything about a weapon right now.

His response was to laugh and disappear, taking the spot behind you right after; he held you neck and you felt something cold touching your skin. It didn’t take too long for you to recognize the sharp texture of the kunai. You froze.

- I forgot to say that these weapons are not only used for long-range attacks – he whispered to you – It’s not uncommon that a victim find themselves exactly like the way you are now. And what would you do in such state?

- I…

- It’s better to learn how to avoid it, right? – he replied for you – Besides, not everybody has the luxury of obtaining success in fights with their bare hands. For most shinobi, it’s unrealistic.

Yes. You almost forgot that, just like the Senju head, the Uchiha one was not a common man. Maybe if you had more contact with common shinobi you could have developed comparison methods that would sound more fair. But you didn’t say that to him. You just nodded and continued your training.

Later, by noon, it was the time when you were taken back home to clean yourself, eat and have a time to rest. You wouldn’t see your husband for a long time then: as the head of the clan and being busy with the preparations for the travel, spending the mornings with you was the best he could do for you now. Not only this, but you also thought that it wasn’t healthy for a girl to spend too much time in the company of a man, even if this man was as close to her as a spouse; you needed the company of other women too, and common people who had nothing to do with war and politics.

Fortunately, Ayane and Aiko kept visiting and taking care of you after your marriage, and while you developed an even closer friendship with the first, you started to see the second as a new mother life has decided to give you. Being with them, talking, eating and even working together (because after your insistence they allowed you to perform some of the house tasks) was refreshing; the moments you spent with them were of pure and simple joy, and worked as a period of rest from the intensity of your husband’s company.

One day, when you and Ayane were walking at the house’s surroundings, you finally had some time to continue that conversation you started when you were preparing for the wedding.

- So, y/n-sama… I hope everything went well during the wedding night.

There was no embarrassment in the girl’s words, so you felt at will to speak. You smiled and, before you noticed, you were speaking much more than you thought you would.

- Well, I… I don’t even know how to explain this to you! It was strange and incredible and… – you sighed and turned to her – Beautiful. At first, when you left me in that room, alone, dressed for the night, I was scared. I went to the porch to take some fresh air and to observe the stars. After some minutes, he came. I turned to him and it was like... I mean, now I was a married woman, about to be taken. I never felt the reality of my new condition so deep as during that moment.

You lowered your tone, and a sort of sadness was sensed in your words as you relived those memories.

- Do you remember the state in which I was brought here? I was still grieving the loss of my mother, and just lost my job and my house. But now I was given a new family, protection and a home. I wasn’t expecting this. It was so overwhelming that I started to cry.

You paused, trying to process your feelings. Ayane encouraged you.

- And what did Madara-sama do when he saw you crying?

A smile grew on the corner of your mouth and you sensed your face warming up.

- He hugged me and took me inside. He told me not to thank him with tears. I thought about that. He was right, you know? It was not the time to cry. Not anymore. He closed the porch’s door behind us and was going to start to touch me, but I was so nervous that I flinched at his first movement. He noticed it and told me to sit on the futon. He went there too and spent some time in silence, doing nothing, just looking at me. It was… unsettling, but not entirely bad. It was... – you sighed – Oh, it’s so hard to explain!

Ayane smiled.

- It’s alright. I think I know what you trying to say.

You felt relieved to see you were making some sense despite the confusion inside your head. This gave you the courage to continue speaking.

- You know how intense are Madara-sama’s eyes, Ayane. Every time he looks at me, I feel like all my clothes are nothing, because he’s looking inside me. As if I was naked from body and soul. That night it was the same sensation but deeper, so that I wasn’t sure I would be able to stand it. That was the first time something like this happened to me. It was scary to think that from that moment, I was going to be the wife of man capable of such thing.

You laugh at yourself at this.

- Tell me. Are all the Uchiha like this?

The girl laughed hard at your question.

- Well, none of them are exactly like Madara-sama, of course, but all of us who are Sharingan bearers have some intensity in our eyes. But I think that since you already experienced the strongest Sharingan of our time, you’d have no problem handling the other ones!

You smiled and were about to tell Ayane about the experience with the Mangekyo Sharingan, but something held your tongue. You somehow sensed that it was not the type of thing you should tell other people, no matter how close was your friendship with them; that was a pure, unique sign of intimacy that didn’t belong only to you, but to Madara as well. Something only for you two. You decided to tell part of the story then.

- There was a moment when he talked to me about his life – you started – He said he already experienced fear and loneliness. He told me he understood how I was feeling and that the best thing he could do for me was to share his experience. And it worked. Somehow our feelings started to blend as one, and I was no longer afraid. I finally let him touch me.

Ayane’s curiosity was only excited with this strange narrative of yours. She came closer to you, whispering as if someone could appear and interrupt the conversation at any moment:

- And how was it?

You looked at the sky when you replied.

- It was… wonderful. In a strange way. At first I was uncomfortable, and even thought I was going to get hurt, but little by little I got used to it. I felt like I was not alone anymore. I felt I was part of something again. Visible. Desired. I felt… safe.

- That is quite an explanation, I must say – she replied with a smirk – And then, what happened?

- Well, I felt a bit tired and ended up taking a nap – you laughed – But he took care of me when I woke up and spent the night by my side. It was weird, because I am not used to sleep with other people so close to me, but it was good.

You decided you were away from the house for too long and started the way back, hurrying up before a worried Aiko could go after you.

***

Your life was not only training and talking, of course.

Following the protocols established when you accepted the role of Sachiko, you had studying sessions about History, Politics and Arts to improve your intellect. Since you were used to a routine of books and research thanks to your experience as governess, it wasn’t that hard to stay for a couple of hours occupied with them, but when the evening approached you couldn’t resist to a period of rest. Aiko would bring you tea and food, and you either stood with her talking about your day or listening as she told you stories of her youth, Ayane’s childhood or important things you were supposed to know about the Uchiha, or went to your room to draw or play the koto while you waited for Madara to come back.

You skills with the carbon were developing in a satisfying rhythm now that you had more time to dedicate yourself to this pastime and less anxieties clouding your mind. You made countless sketches and finished many of them in the evenings when you were alone after the women left and before your husband arrived. Your memories, the people you’ve met and the places you’ve been – the entry of your first house, destroyed by war, the house of your adoptive mother, your room there; your lost friends, your mother, your student, Izuna, Aiko, Ayane, Madara; the garden you were training with him, the forest, the river – all was turned into art.

You also composed new songs or parts of songs for your koto when you weren’t feeling like drawing. You wanted to show some of them to Madara; they were better than that one you’ve wrote for your student, which was never played by you again.

You weren’t sure of how or why, but even before you could see him inside the room, you always felt the moment he arrived; you weren’t able to explain exactly how it happened, but you could feel what it seemed to be a sudden change in the air whenever he came around. You have noticed this trait since you met him for the first time, but it was like after your training sessions your capacity of feeling it has increased. You’ve been willing to talk to Madara about this strange sensation, but you didn’t know how to introduce the subject.

He would always come to see you by night, after finishing his activities and taking care of himself. He used to find you immersed on the strings of the koto or sitting on the couch, a drawing on progress on your lap. You always waited for him to start the conversations; despite the intimacy you managed to build in those few days, you still sensed you couldn’t invade some parts of the territory that belonged to him: if he had to tell you something about it, he would do by himself.

On the other hand, he was always interested in how you spent your days when you were not with him: he would approach you and sit by your side, surrounding you with one arm, and listen to you while observing your drawings or the way your fingers would slip through the instrument’s strings in an unconscious manner as you spoke; from time to time, he would use your pauses to make a specific question for something you didn’t explain so well or forgot to say, but most of the times his questions were directed to how you felt about the things you saw or what you thought of the situations you got through. It was strange in the first days, for you never were the type of speaking your mind so easily, but Madara had a way to find out the things he wanted and his questions were made in a smart, assuring manner, so you never felt forced to tell him anything. As time passed, you noticed that those direct talking about your feelings made you more good than if you kept all of them to yourself.

After those conversations, you would organize your things in the place of the room you reserved for them and prepare to go to bed. Sometimes you would spend a moment alone at the porch, but there were nights when the breeze were too cold for one to stand there for a long time, so you just let Madara close the door and went directly to the futon.

***

He took you most of the nights during that week. None of those times were exactly like the wedding night, but in all of them there was something you enjoyed most, whether it was the way he took care of you right after, how he allowed you to sleep in his arms or the things he said while touching you, praising your body, the smell of your hair or your voice when you said his name. At first you were afraid that you would always feel the same discomfort of the first time, but it didn’t happen: as time passed, it was like your body was slowly adjusted to his, and your pain diminished until it was almost gone. Between those nights there were one and another when he came later and you ended up falling asleep on the couch; there was a time when you thought you were carried by someone at some point of the night, but you weren’t sure if it was a dream or not until you woke up next morning on the futon and saw that your husband was already gone.

An important change that occurred was that instead of limiting himself to touch you, Madara taught you some of the things you were supposed to know as his wife, such as how to use your lips, your hands and even your voice to give and gain pleasure. For he was your first man everything was new to you, which sometimes led you to some uneasiness or doubt whenever something seemed too strange to you, but here you ended up knowing another side of Madara: he was an excellent communicator; none of these things were shameful or to be treated with secrecy, and neither he wanted you to see them as such, so that he would always speak clearly about his wishes and fantasies while encouraging you to speak about yours; he also sensed whenever you felt uncomfortable with something, even when you didn’t speak. It wasn’t the case that you had thought so much about these things before meeting him – you naturally knew it would be expected if you ever became someone’s spouse one day, but the thought was too vague until then; you were never too worried about it. However, now that staying with a man was a main part of your life, you started having ideas. It was a side of you haven’t discovered yet. And not only you, but Madara was more than pleased to know about this side.

There was a night when he noticed you were urging to tell him something, but refused to speak. You were already lying on the futon, your back turned on him, when you felt him surrounding your waist with his arms; soon you felt a soft kiss on your shoulder.

- You want to tell me something, don’t you? – you heard him whisper – What is it? Is there something bothering you?

Your face warmed up with the question.

- Not bothering me. It’s just that…

You sensed his arms tightening their grip.

- I see… – another kiss, longer and warmer – There is something you want to do.

You didn’t reply. His leg entwined with yours, his knee between your thighs. You were almost lying on your stomach, his body heating up your back, his nose smelling your hair, his hands starting to come and go all over you.

- Don’t be shy, girl. If there is something I do not approve, it is false modesty – he approached his lips from your ear, his voice so low you’d swear you were hearing it in your head – The rest I can handle.

You smiled and finally told him what you had in mind. It was funny that once your thought were turned into words, it seemed something simple, even silly, compared to some of the things he taught you. Still, he showed immediate interest and helped you with everything you wanted.

[certifiedhitmaker]

HEYYY YALL (talking to my nonexistent followers) DID YALL MISS MEEEEE?

Anyways this one’s different! Do they deserve to get their ass beat? 🤨 by me of course 😌 and these are just characters that I think need to be humbled or I simply DONT like them

Starting off strong with Bakugo Katsuki 💥

He deserves to get his ass beat because of season 1 and 2 ish other than that hes good

Yukio Okumura 😐

1000000% DESERVES TO CATCH THESE MUH FUCKING HANDS 👊🏾👊🏾 FUCK THIS MF I WISH THEY’D KILL HIS BITCH ASS OFF ALREADY THIS STUPID BITCH

Boruto Uzumaki 😐

100% I hate this whiny ass brat bro like I literally could not STAND the show. I kept going ONLY for mitsuki and shikadai. HONORABLE MENTIONS: Inojin 1000% and Sarada 99%🗿 I hate sarada but I hate inojin more because of how he talks to Chōchō

Akainu 🥲

YES YES YES HE DOES! HE KILLED ACEEEEEEEEEEEE I HATE HIM I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!!!!!! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM!!!!! Garp and shanks get an honorable mention BECAUSE THEY COULD HAVE STOPPED ITTTTTTTT 🥲 THEY LET MY BABY DIEEEE

A lot of yall gon hate me for this one but it must be said. Sasuke uchiha 🔴

Yes and ill beat his ass to kingdom come. Hes was the biggest asshole the ENTIRE show even though everyone around him was literally trying to HELP him 😃 like wtf

Danzo .

This is self explanatory and I will 1000000% bring his ass back to life just so I can kill him again

Yuki cross

UGH THIS BITCH IS SO ANNOYINGGGGGGGGGUH SHE 100000000000% DESERVES THESE HANDS!!! SHE IRKS THE HELL OUT OF MY FUCKING SOUL! BRO WHY TF IS SHE SO ‘HELPLESS’? SHE PICKED KANAME OVER ZERO HAD HIS CHILD AND THEN WHEN KANAME DIED WENT TO ZERO AND HAD HIS CHILD AND THEN KILLED HERSELF TO BRING BACK KANAME

Suzune and Kushida

I couldnt find any gifs of kushida but I dont think yall understand HOW MUCH I HATE THAT STUPID BITCH SHES DJDBJSBDJSBXJB I WANNA DELETE HERR I dont hate suzune as much but KUSHIDA is so fucking annoying

Sachiko juraku

THIS BITCH is FUCKING AWFUL I LITERALLY CANNOT EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW MUCH OF AN AWFUL HUMAN BEING SHE IS 🗿

Taiga. A lot of yall are reallyyyyyy gonna hate me for this one.

I cant stand her and I wont ever like her 😐 sorry not sorry🤷🏽‍♀️ shes a shithead and I hate her and shes fucking annoying.

This turned into me ranting instead of actually answering the questions lmfaooo 💀

[obitos-slut]

꧁ʀᴇᴅ ғʟᴀsʜ꧂

ᴀ ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ

Chapter 2

"Sachiko Wake up! Lord third has summoned you!" Kushina yells, "yeah yeah I'm getting up!" Sachiko yells back. Sachiko gets ready & runs downstairs. "Sachiko! Get back here and eat your breakfast!" "Sorry aunt, I've gotta go to lord third!" Sachiko says and runs out "hey get back here! Minato! Say something about it!" Minato looks at her confused and Kushina replies "oh forget it!"

"Lord third, you called?" Hiruzen looks up from his paper work and smiles and says "yes sachiko, i called you here to talk to you about something important" "what was it that you wanted to say to me?" "Wait a while, let Minato come here". They wait for a bit then Minato shows up. "Lord third" "lord third, now will you tell what you wanted to say" hiruzen Chuckles and says "yes, now I'll tell you, i wanted you to join team Minato and asset them with missions once in a while cause you don't seem to have friends, and to survive the shinobi world you'll need teammates" sachiko's eyes widened and she says "i don't need teammates! I can work on my own!" Minato looks at sachiko "Sachiko" sachiko looks away in embarrassment "sorry..." Hiruzen coughs "as I was saying, sachiko uchiha will be doing missions with team Minato from now on" sachiko sighs in defeat and dismisses herself

"Glad you could make it here sachiko" Minato said with a smile. "Who is she?" Obito asks, "she's my niece, sachiko uchiha" Obito looks at her "uchiha? She has red hair" sachiko points at the clan symbols on her clothes "I'm from two clans: uchiha and uzumaki" Obito says"that makes sense now" Kakashi groaned "can we just go and do the mission now?" Minato chucked "yes, come on"

"Obito Are you okay?" Sachiko asks, Obito wipes his tears "y-yeah! I'm okay! Ouch!" Sachiko force's his face to look at her, and gets medical supplies from her pouch on her belt, "that hurts sachiko!" "Tch... Stop moving or i can't clean the blood" "sorry". Rin was walking by then spotted sachiko and Obito, "Obito is your face okay?" "Yeah! It's fine" obito said and walked away with rin

"Well he left me here so i guess I'll go to the uchiha compound" sachiko thought and teleports to the uchiha compound

"Good morning, aunt mikoto" sachiko said with a bow, "no need to bow dear, did you need anything?" "I just thought to come here since I didn't get assigned to any missions" mikoto smiles "do you want anything for lunch?" "Now that i think of it i haven't eaten anything today" "you do rush stuff and forget to eat, now sit down and eat" mikoto ordered "y-yeah, one minute let me wash my hands"

[armorsleevedsinglehit]

i have been meaning to make the proper team madara post for a while, but things kept coming up, so here we go at last

biwako senju: the baby of the group. she’s the youngest member of the team and also the one with the least practical experience. her parents only agreed to let her study to become a shinobi under the condition that madara would be her teacher, as they hoped he’d scare her out of wanting to become a ninja. however, she’s very stubborn, so this hasn’t happened yet. she’s a nervous wreck and cries easily. she hates confrontation and isn’t good at setting personal boundaries with people; therefore, she often bites off more than she can chew when dealing with friends and family members until she reaches a boiling point of frustration. she likes flowers and has a wicked wit once you get to know her. she also has a lot of chakra.

seishi uchiha: weapons enthusiast. her specialty is shurikenjutsu. she’s about a hundred pounds soaking wet and is absolutely fascinated by scary stories and tales of battle and other macabre things like that. she is an anxious mess around other human beings and much prefers to be alone, or with animals (she’s one of the few humans yosuzume tolerates). she has dark stringy hair, a bit like the girl from the ring, but in a cute way. her sense of humor is super dark and can catch people off guard. she’s a nail biter and fidgeter, and she has a soft side. she awakened her sharingan due to her having a massive crush on sachiko. she also secretly likes arts and crafts.

sachiko yamanaka: she’s something like the mom friend of the group, always looking out for her team and everyone else around her. she’s an older sibling, and older than everyone else in her class, so she feels obligated to take care of everybody. she’s also a little bossy and can sometimes rub people the wrong way. also she really wants to be an adult; she thinks she’s mature for her age but she doesn’t know how to not take herself seriously. her mother is the clan leader, but she’s closer with her father. she works in his flower shop but thinks flower arrangements are silly and trivial. her shinobi knowledge is limited to mostly mind jutsu and short range attacks.

[batwolvixie]

The Uchiha Hyuga Family

Sasuke with his love,Hinata. And their children Hasaki and Sachiko.

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MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

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Mephisto Phele and Haruhi Uchiha

Koichi Haimawari and Shoto

Ash Suzuki and Reo Mibuchi

Rinnothy Flores and Sachiko Fujinuma