orquidee-e
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(Headcanons#001–Yes seriously, from a girl who is not an artist and can only draw pretty eyelashes for you✨)
My headcanon in a modern AU is… that Itachi likes face masks and Sasuke likes to tease Itachi about it, but—! Itachi always ends up putting a face mask on Sasuke after he ends teasing him, and the younger brother always ends up like: “hOW u darw >:’(“
Naori moved quickly when she saw the pink-haired woman lose consciousness. Fortunately, she managed to catch her in her arms before she hit the ground.
Gently, she placed a hand on the young woman’s forehead, noticing that she had a slight fever. While Naori’s face remained calm, inside she was filled with worry and unease.
Slowly but steadily, she lifted the woman onto her back, making sure not to hurt her by accident. Luckily, the young woman wasn’t heavy enough to make it a challenge for Naori.
She carried the unconscious woman through the forest, keeping her eyes focused on the path ahead. She moved as quickly as possible but with care, determined to get her to safety as soon as she could.
After what felt like a long journey, Naori finally reached her destination.
The Uchiha clan, known for its majesty, wealth, and power, had a main hidden stronghold but also maintained secret and temporary settlements for emergencies. The southern inn —where they now found themselves— was one of these locations. It was a small ryokan-style cabin situated in a secluded clearing within the forest. Surrounded by dense foliage for natural concealment, it was further protected by genjutsu scrolls to ensure its secrecy, made by the younger brother of the village leader as a peace gift for the clan.
Naori brought the unconscious woman inside the cabin, laying her briefly on the tatami floor while she prepared a futon. Once it was ready, she carefully moved the woman onto it and covered her with a blanket to ensure she could rest.
For a moment, Naori considered taking her to the rest of the clan, but she dismissed the thought immediately. The clan’s current situation was too delicate with some members deserting to seek more power, and a stranger’s presence would not be warmly received, especially during such a tense time.
The inn’s interior was surprisingly clean and cozy, given how rarely it was used. Still, Naori couldn’t shake the feeling that this place, like so many others, would likely vanish in the future, becoming yet another forgotten remnant of the clan’s history.
Naori resisted the urge to sigh, instead she sat in the Uchiha clan seiza style next to the futon where the pinkette was, just waiting patiently for the young woman to wake up.
The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.
The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.
". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.
"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.
She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.
// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!
Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.
Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.
She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.
Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.
Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.
The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.
She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.
Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.
Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:
“Excuse me, miss.”
@crystalstylehexagon // 🖤
I feel like we are not talking enough about the fact that Sasuke and Itachi are the sons of a police officer. Imagine a no-massacre AU where their respective friend group comes up with some brain-dead idea that will most definitely get them in trouble.
Sasuke: "NOOOO. That's illegal. I don't want to sit in an interrogation room with my dad or his work buddies."
Itachi: "Wouldn't it be humiliating for the police captain if his son ended up being a criminal offender, though? Anyway, ANBU-issued legal immunity goes brr"
While the young woman explained her situation, Naori listened in silence, not interrupting her even once. As she spoke, Naori observed her features: the girl must have been at least seventeen years old.
Too young. And yet, in the world they lived in, parents would rather send their children to warfields to learn how to survive than face the pain of burying them.
Her eyes fell on the burn mark on the girl’s right arm, noticing it only then. Naori was no stranger to such injuries, not in times like these, when many of her companions ended up wounded.
When the girl finished speaking, Naori paused for a moment, thinking carefully before responding in a soft but calm tone:
“I understand. I can offer you a place to rest and tend to your wounds.”
Without waiting for a verbal or physical response—or even searching for a look of gratitude or relief in the woman’s jade-green eyes—Naori turned around and gestured gently for her to follow.
“Come. I’ll guide you there. It shouldn’t take long to reach it.”
Naori started walking, making sure to keep a slow pace so the wounded woman could follow without difficulty.
The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.
The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.
". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.
"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.
She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.
// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!
Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.
Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.
She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.
Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.
Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.
The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.
She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.
Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.
Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:
“Excuse me, miss.”
@crystalstylehexagon // 🖤
You up for some training?~
@shisui-uchiha-rp
Naori had finished sharpening her two swords when she heard the voice of the young man who had become quite familiar to her. She didn't get up from the rock she was sitting on.
When she looked up, she wasn’t too surprised to see him. Shisui — as he had said his name was — was a young Uchiha who had been found floating in a river, apparently unconscious, with his eyes injured and his body poisoned, and, wearing strange clothes.
The clan's doctors had managed to remove the poison from his system. They had also managed to save the young man's eyes, which had now also miraculously recovered.
The young Uchiha's eyes had been damaged. Apparently, his attacker had tried to rip his eyes out, but luckily, the person responsible had not succeeded. His eyes were only injured, but little by little the young man was showing signs of improvement.
Naori smiled faintly at the young Uchiha’s enthusiasm, finding in him a kind of younger brother figure.
"Yes, I would like to."
Stares at with big ol’ chibi eyes.
Naori blinks slowly, feeling something like cuteness aggression bubbling in her chest.
"... Are you lost?"
TO ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL MUN’S THAT PLAY FEMALE MUSES: i love you. you are wonderful. the difference in attention that male muses get compared to female one’s is absolutely disgusting and intolerable. ladies deserve love. they deserve attention. ladies are fucking fascinating and are entitled to just as much regard and adoration as the male ones. SPREAD THE LOVE AROUND TODAY Y’ALL. LOVE ON A LADY MUSE.
hiii!!
naori is my favorite character 🌗thanks for making a blog for her!
In fact, Naori is also happy to be here. She says that she's not real but she wouldn't mind having a little fun here <3
“…” smiles softly from her little safe space of introverts.
Naori blinked slowly as she observed the reaction of the pink-haired woman.
The woman was fast, she wouldn’t deny that.
She didn’t flinch at the kunai pointed at her, though it finally gave her an idea of what the pink-haired woman was.
‘A kunoichi…?’
Naori tilted her head slightly to one side, noticing how weak the woman looked. It seemed like she was about to faint at any moment.
Having seen and confirmed firsthand that the woman was, in fact, no threat to her or anyone —at least not in that state—, she deactivated her Sharingan, as if attempting to reassure her.
She spoke again, this time more softly, in a calm tone to avoid startling her.
"You have very quick reflexes… I was wondering if you were lost and needed help."
The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.
The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.
". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.
"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.
She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.
// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!
Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.
Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.
She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.
Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.
Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.
The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.
She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.
Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.
Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:
“Excuse me, miss.”
@crystalstylehexagon // 🖤
*stares everything from the heaven where the fillers and death characters exist.*
Sasuke is so lucky that Itachi’s blind ass couldn’t see him coz that man would be scandalised by his fashion sense. Like I’m completely convinced he’d break character just to tell him to cover up.
Sasuke: I’m here to avenge our fam—
Itachi: what the fuck are you wearing?
Sasuke: excuse me?
Itachi: you’re excused. And please cover up. Are you not cold? Stop showing your bare chest like that. Did your shirt get torn up? I told you to always have a spare.
Sasuke:…
Fantastic depiction of Van Gogh's Sunflowers for this modern obi.
It's not the first time I post Van Gogh-inspired kimono items, but the textured here are really *chief's kiss*
The pinkette looked around, trying to navigate where the heck she was.
The fourth shinobi war didn't go as planned, and survivors were forced to retreat and flee to seek shelter from the moon goddess. Then that idiot, Naruto did something and smacked the ground with chakra infused and used some sort of reverse summoning and now she ended up here.
". . . Where am i?" Sakura looked around. She was still in her jonin pants, one of her sleeves still missing, the burn mark still eminent on her right arm, it stung still like a son of a bitch. The girl was covered in scratches. bruises and her candyfloss hair was covered in dirt, but her priority now lay in finding out where the fuck she was and how to get back where she belonged, even though she was dangerously low on chakra, so she had trouble sensing around her surroundings as well.
"This forest is like a maze!" She whined after a good thirty minutes of walking, flopping down on the ground tiredly.
She wandered, trying to navigate as best as she could within the forests, unaware of the pair of eyes watching her.
// A little hello from my favorite muse, Sakura!
Naori watched the pink-haired woman from her position.
Her clothes—unlike anything she had ever seen before—were worn, as if she had come out of a tough fight. Her hair, the color of cherry blossoms in spring, was dirty and slightly disheveled, giving her a messy appearance.
She noticed how the woman could barely walk. A civilian? Impossible; her arms bore muscles that symbolized strength. A farmer’s daughter? Unlikely; they were too far from the nearest village that wasn’t under the Uchiha clan’s domain.
Was the woman the daughter of a clan member? She didn’t think so. Her hair was far too striking, and if that were the case, word would have spread of an Uchiha with that hair color. Another clue that disproved her deduction was the woman’s eyes, resembling those jade-colored gemstones.
Her Sharingan spun, trying to discern whether this was a trap to lure someone in. That seemed the most likely explanation.
The Uchiha clan had been fractured by internal war between those who hungered for more power, causing many to turn on one another. Some used decoys, forcing civilians or travelers to play the role of bait to lure in the more compassionate members of the rival group, only to ambush them.
She was about to turn away, convinced this was nothing but a trap, when the pink-haired woman suddenly sat down, trying to catch her breath and sweating.
Naori noticed the small tremors in the woman’s arms; she was exhausted. That was when she realized this was no trap after all.
Slowly, but cautiously, she approached the woman from behind. As soon as she stopped behind the pink-haired stranger, she spoke in a calm, gentle tone:
“Excuse me, miss.”
@crystalstylehexagon // 🖤
A purple heart for the Goddess of the Uchiha 💜👑
“I am a human, not a goddess… but thank you…”
Naori thanked the anonymous person, accepting the purple heart almost timidly. Despite not being able to see this person face to face, she thanked them for their support with a subtle but soft smile.
"yeah i know the hurt is worth it" (Itachi Uchiha)
Naori blinked softly at the man's words. His pale skin, dark circles and stress marks under his tired eyes revealed the young man's pain without the need for him to tell her.
'How much did people hurt him? How many people failed him?' She asked herself. And despite the pain she could see in those eyes as deep as the legends she heard as a child about the open sea, she also saw the fierceness in his gaze beneath the tiredness and emptiness of his eyes. He is like a broken warrior with his sword about to break but still fighting for a goal.
"I know that too" was the only thing she answered knowing that no one else but him and her along with others would say the same.
@musedbyalli
I woke up and said: heavens, why don't we make our muses?
Naori is happy right now (at least that’s what I think), although she decided to stay in the corner to watch more comfortably.
“…” She smiles softly.
i’ll tag:
@sasori-rp , @kikaichuno , @thedevotedhealer , @kaminoshisha , @naga-ame-of-the-mist , @kiigan , @uchihasavior , and anyone who wants to do it is also welcome uwu ₊✧
𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇✨
I tag everyone--!!
Mulan (2009) dir. Jingle Ma
Gothic imagery for this modern kimono by Furifu, mixing crows, manor, black cat , witch, etc.
I love the complete look with spiderweb haori, crescent moon bag, and cat in the moon obidome.
Delicate pattern for this black ground haori, with a discreet pattern of matsuba (pine needles), kinoko (mushrooms), and dainty birds.
I also love that refined cream obi, depicting maple leaves caught in a spiderweb:
" years " sentence prompt .
writing prompts based on astrid s' song ' years ' .
" is it your fault if you fall in love? "
"when you know that you could hurt someone is it your fault if you get involved? "
"no one gets me like you"
"yeah i know, i got everything to lose"
"i got everything to lose"
"it's a mistake"
"my heart's gonna break"
"it'll probably take me years to get over you"
"yeah i know the hurt is worth it"
"when you're close to giving up"
"give into another touch"
"you're falling in and out of love (with me)"
"you'll be coming home to me"
"sleeping where you shouldn't be?"
"i can't tell you to leave"
" i know that i'm better off without you "
"you're probably better off without me too"
"when you meet someone who has someone, is it your fault if you fall in love?"
intimacy . // meme .
“please… just kiss me…”
“i really want to feel your hands on me”
“touch me.”
“kiss me.”
“hold me…”
“just a little longer”
“come closer”
“keep whispering”
“god you make me feel alive”
“i want your tongue all over me”
“put your hand on my thigh”
“i love the way your hand feels”
“you smell so good”
“i don’t want to let go”
“i don’t think i can let go”
“there’s something in the way you touch me”
“your breath leaves goosebumps on my skin”
“closer…”
“more, please…”
“your breath is so warm”
“your hands are so cold”
“your hair is so soft”
"I see there's another Uchiha...."
Obito eyed Naori carefully.
‘An Uchiha from another era’ Naori thought as she looked at the man in front of her.
His face covered by a mask putting her at a disadvantage of knowing his true identity, of knowing who the real him is. But his Sharingan shone like a firefly in the darkness of his mask, like a blood-drenched moon seeking to be noticed in the gloom of the night. Was he hiding from the truth or from the real him without wanting to face the consequences?, “From your appearance, I suppose you are not interested in showing your identity to the world, even to you.” Naori spoke, she paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, “Who are you…?”
At 25 and 30 years of age humans fully develop their brain, this is known as the brain of a fully developed adult human, Itachi never had the opportunity for that..
Kids start losing their baby teeth when they're around 5 and keep losing them by the time they turn 13 (generally speaking). And Itachi had, by that time, seen a war, been sent to a dangerous organization which made him kill people older than him, saw his best friend die, had to carry out the massacre, including killing his parents.
All before he lost his baby teeth.
