Thank You Uchiha Naori For Having Impressive 12 Seconds!!! Of Screentime In Episode 338 :D

" 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?"

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.

emerges from hiatus thinking once again about Naruto; specifically the Uchiha 🖤

*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:…

(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 >:’(“

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*

“But you’re not real…” “I never was.”

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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.”

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