Mulan (2009) Dir. Jingle Ma

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"

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

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 // 🖤

Outfit for Naori Uchiha

Y’s Yohji Yamamoto Fall 2016

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*

"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…?”

Art by Apofiss

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

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“I can exist in your dreams, dear”

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)

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