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Rules & Regularions

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ This is just a blog dedicated to the character of Naori Uchiha, a filler character from the Naruto anime. These are some rules that I would like you to know. <3

I. ‎ This is a Naori-centric blog, with drabbles, ideas, HCs, and other stuff. But, this isn't just a blog for roleplaying, it's a mix of my Naori-centric babble along with Naori roleplaying. Something important is that Naori isn't only exclusive to a particular character/OC when she's roleplaying.

II. ‎ Something important about this is that the purple font is: Naori, otherwise it will be your adorable Mod.

III. ‎ Please be kind to the other blogs that interact here, whether you have an anonymous blog, a simple roleplaying blog or you're just here to write <<be nice>>, please. You're more than welcome to gush about our dream girl through my Askbox or my DMs. <3

IV. ‎ My DMs are always open if anyone wants to talk about everything and anything at the same time. Naruto fandom, Naoricore, ideas, whatever. The mod doesn't care.🖤

V. ‎ If you have any questions or concerns regarding these rules, you can send me a message to my DMs or Askbox, I will be happy to answer you.

VI. ‎ Please understand that the Mod may be very busy so it may take a while for me to respond, but that doesn't mean I'm upset with you, if I am I'll let you know always with great respect.

VII. ‎ Have fun with this blog and let's be nerdy and weird together, this is tumblr guys, let's enjoy this moment!

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Uchiha Week 2023 Day 1:

Brotherhood / Uchiha Kunoichi

First post for Uchiha Week 2023! umm please ignore the fact that she's a literal filler character I still like Naori (and please don't ask why I didn't just fucking draw Mikoto or smth idk either)

@uchiha-event

who is naori uchiha? i don't remember her

That girl who invented the izanami. She's a filler character but she's kinda have a cool design and before Sarada she was the only known female uchiha possessing a Mangekyou sharingan

"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…?”

thank you uchiha naori for having impressive 12 seconds!!! of screentime in episode 338 :D

economy so bad we doing fanart of filler characters (the woman who used izanami on another uchiha npc)

(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 // 🖤

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*