I'll see the future with you.

Ask/RP blog for Obito Uchiha Semi-Selective, Multiship, Semi-Hiatus :(

[crybaby-ninja]

The story you don't know 3 - Sudomemo

Your eyes when you smile,Evenyour angry face I love them all the same.

Part 3/3

Credit goes to the Flipnote Artist,  ふく!

[crybaby-ninja]

The story you don't know 2 - Sudomemo

I never said the words.I could never say them aloud.I wish I could go back and stay...

Part 2/3

Credit goes to the Flipnote Artist  ふく!

[crybaby-ninja]

The story you don't know - Sudomemo

I wanna stay next to you.Reality keeps crushing my heart.

Part 1/3

hi so flipnote studio was my favorite back in the day and i was looking at stuff and found this and u know i cry for team minato stuff so i wanted to share this

Credit goes to the Flipnote Artist at the link, ふく! 

[crybaby-ninja]

BOLD THE MUSE’S AESTHETICS ( scary edition ).

bloodied knuckles | tear stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody hand print on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows| a quiet graveyard

a gas station in the middle of nowhere | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | walking along train tracks at night | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma

a ouija board set out on a table | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants  | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs of glaring eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood

BONUS:

old creepy monkey playing cymbals | music box | chandeliers | masks | roses | cape game on fleek | seriously good masque of the red death cosplay | Did I Mention Candles?

Tagged by: @oc-lootcrate (thank you for motivating me to do this lol)

Tagging: Anybody who wants to :D

[crybaby-ninja]

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - Obito

Tagged by: @kusunokihime

Tagging: anyone who wants to!

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 : bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 : house plants, oversized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla-scented candles, aloe vera (zetsu? :o), fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 : femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 : mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 : confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 :  pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized, scrunchies, neat notes, love going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 : soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 : cottages in the woods, in love with greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 : always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 : cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 : loves to paint & do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒 : old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably (definitely) did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

[crybaby-ninja]

chidorikiller:

      “I care. The village cares,” came Kakashi’s retort. He scowled. “And you only sort of saved me–I could have done that myself, remember? You needlessly put yourself in harm’s way, and now you’re injured, which, like I said, endangers the mission.” Still, he watched carefully as Obito reacted to the sight of his own blood, having observed before a similar reaction whenever his teammate saw blood. Being shinobi, blood was hardly uncommon, and Kakashi thought that Obito really had to get over whatever queasiness or discomfort his had over it, but…

    “Here, let me do it.” It doesn’t allow an option for Obito to turn down the help. Kakashi bit down on his kunai, a weapon for safe-keeping in case they were attacked before hand, and quickly reached over to wrap the bandages tightly around his teammate’s arms. Loose bandages would do nothing to stem the flow of blood.

“Whatever,” he grumbles. The rules mattered sometimes, sure, but Kakashi treated them like they were everything, like they were all that mattered. And that was a load if you asked him. The rules, the mission, they didn’t mean anything if your comrades were all gone because of it. As Kakashi continues his rant, though, Obito glowers back, his fist tightening around the bandages and crumpling them slightly.

“Sure, maybe you could’ve done it yourself, or maybe you could’ve died, Bakashi! How was I supposed to know? I just reacted, and that’s it!” He fights the urge to continue, tell Kakashi just what he thought of the stupid mission, but contains himself to an irate growl, forcibly removing his gaze to concentrate on the bandage again. It was sloppy, and now it was wrinkled, too, from his harsh grip, which only increased the burning frustration in his chest.

It abruptly dims at Kakashi’s offer-- or more like demand, considering he doesn’t wait for a response before following through. Obito blinks back up at him in surprise, but the Hatake doesn’t meet his gaze, focused on his task, so he stays quiet while the other works. He clenches his jaw as his teammate pulls the bandages tight, hissing quietly, but he knows enough from Rin that it's necessary and not just Kakashi being a jerk. When he finishes, Obito glances between the wrapped injury and the other boy, his annoyance reluctantly subsiding.

“... Thanks, I guess,” he mutters, studying the tree next to them so he wouldn’t have to meet Kakashi’s gaze.

[crybaby-ninja]

“You’re funny looking.”!The toddler babbles at Obito.

“It’s part of my charm,” he retorts with a pout. Is he really getting sassed about his appearance by a toddler? Are they already teaching Lil Sasuke to be vain? Pff. Uchihas.

He ruffles Sasuke’s hair lightly, brushing off the words.

“C’mon, I got you a present. Don’t tell Itachi-kun though, or he’ll nag my ears off.” He rummages through his bag for a moment, unveiling a cute little stuffed toy. Obito’s been spoiling him rotten, and even though Itachi got on his case for it, he was no better, so. He certainly wasn’t going to stop. “Tada! Just for you.”

[lukas-musings]

        Yeah I hear you     I’m a ｍｏｎｓｔｅｒ

                              Terrible                                     Hᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ                                            𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔…

       Tell me something I don’t know. 

[crybaby-ninja]

"Happy birthday, Obito!" Rin presents a cake, painstakingly baked and iced last night. She hands him a card bearing signatures--hers and Minato's and Kushina's and even Kakashi's--and settles back to watch him. "We also got you presents, but you have to read your card first!"

Obito cradles the cake like something precious, stares at it like he’s never seen a baked good before. He can see the intricate detail in it, no sloppiness to be found in the icing, barely an imperfection in it. He can see the work put into the confectionary, and his heart beats an erratic song, panging with a bittersweet feeling he can’t identify. She offers a card, next, and he carefully, carefully places the cake aside, wondering how he’ll bring himself to eat it when it means cutting it and disrupting the hard work put into making it so neat.

He swallows the lump in his throat, the rising warmth in his face and chest warning him of tears, but he thinks it can be forgiven this once. He peers inside, at the looping and scrawling handwriting of his team (his precious people) each with their own little message to him. Even Bakashi left a signature, even if there was no personalized message. He wonders if the Hatake just couldn’t think of one. 

The card is decorated with birthday cheer, little balloons and confetti and a cute black cat with a pre-printed “Happy Birthday!” message, and Obito was expecting it, but he still quickly brings his free hand to his face to wipe away the tears as they roll down his cheeks. It’s a little embarrassing, but even that is overwhelmed by the happy, warm feeling in his chest. He thinks that he never wants this moment to end. He thinks there’s no possible way he could ever show his gratitude, express how much just this little card and cake means to him, how much his team means to him.

And they haven’t even gotten to presents yet. He’s already a mess. Maybe that’s okay.

“Thank you- Thank you,” he utters, hugging the card to his chest. He sniffles, tries to regain some dignity about him and the right words to say. 

“... Thank you.” It’s all he can manage that makes any modicum of sense and doesn’t end in more sappy tears.

[kuriotea]

cake

[rpxmusings]

                                WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN :                                                                 //  a used up bullet casing                                                 //  the aftermath of something lethal                                                                 //  an echo of inflicted evil

[mushroommantakemebythehand]

Liar

“I need you to see through my act,

to tell me I’m wrong,

to take off the mask,

or else I’ll be left in the lie.

I’ll deceive my way straight to demise.

‘Cause I’m not in a right state of mind.

I just wish I had strength to admit it.

My stubbornness will put up a fight,

but I don’t deserve to win it.

I’m left in the dark pondering my mistakes,

but in the light I swear I will deny it all.”

Liar - The Arcadian Wild

[konohamuses]

When Sasuke heard the news, he would not have admitted it to anyone, but it had felt like his heart had skipped a beat–or maybe a few. He was not the only Uchiha alive, besides Itachi. There was another Uchiha in Konoha. He had been a shinobi everyone had thought dead, an Obito Uchiha, who had arrived in the village a day ago, had arrived back to find the entire clan killed, save for Sasuke and the one who had done it. 

Sasuke had immediately left the Uchiha compound when he had heard the news. There were… many thoughts swirling through his head, and he really didn’t want to confront or be confronted by this other Uchiha, questions asked that he couldn’t answer.

Questions he had himself that now he suddenly couldn’t answer. His job, his whole point in existing now, had been so he could avenge his family and kill Itachi. He had been the only one left, so he was of course the only one who could do it. And now there was another Uchiha? Would Itachi still have meant that Sasuke was the one to kill him? It needed to be him. It needed to be Sasuke, otherwise, what purpose did he have in life now that everyone he loved was dead?

After several hours, Sasuke sought the other Uchiha out, finally finding him wandering the compound. Not knowing how to hide his chakra signature well, he followed behind Obito, hiding behind buildings as the other likely traced the steps of his family and remembered all the people who used to live there, and were now dead. Just like Sasuke did every day. He wouldn’t approach. Not when part of him wanted to beat up this other Uchiha for not having been there, even though Sasuke knew if he had, he’d have been killed, too. // @crybaby-ninja

[crybaby-ninja]

He still wonders what exactly he’s doing, if this is really the right choice. Maybe Zetsu is right. Maybe he is a fool for giving up on the plan. But what’s done is done, and he’s back here. Konoha. He stares at the Hokage monument for a long, long moment, face twisted into bitter longing. He doesn’t think he’ll ever fulfill that dream anymore-- not that he has the right to. He may have been manipulated and prodded along the wrong path every step of the way, but he’s still the one that took those steps.

At least he can say he had no involvement in the death of his clan. He left Zetsu after a plan gone sour and a hole through the heart that still managed to heal, removing something-- a seal-- he hadn’t realized was present. From there, conflicted between returning to Konoha (wondering if they’d even allow him back after his mistakes) and staying far, far away, as far as possible. The decision was practically made for him when he heard of the massacre. How could he stay away, hearing that, hearing there was a single survivor? Hearing that Itachi was the perpetrator and his brother was the last of the living? 

He was lost, and Konoha had always been a beacon in his mind, the home of his comrades, the place he wanted to protect. That vision had soured with Rin’s death, but even that couldn’t completely erase those feelings, and with his decision to betray Zetsu and forsake Madara’s plan, they only returned stronger. The massacre was the straw to break the camel’s back.

That doesn’t mean he knows what to do about it, though, or that he’s stopped doubting himself. He was let off easy, probably due to Kakashi’s influence (at least in part), but the Sandaime had stared at him with weary eyes after his confession and told him the information would remain confidential. The public would not hear of this: it would stay between the Hokage, his teammate, and the Anbu present, probably to prevent the otherwise widespread panic and unease his presence would bring. Obito’s only surprised he wasn’t locked up to rot or officially declared missing-nin and thrown to the hounds, even protested the lack of punishment (because he didn’t deserve it). But the Sandaime seemed to see something in him, because he declared him to be a non-threat to the village, and sent him away.

That isn’t to say his actions had zero repercussions, not even considering what Kakashi probably thought of him (and what Minato’s son would think of him when he found out). He’s certainly not going to be let off his short leash in the Village anytime soon, and he doubts seeking out the last (loyal) member of the Uchiha will do him any favors. He’s got followers, even now, Leaf shadows stalking him from just out of view.

He finds himself in the old district he once called ‘home’ anyway, or something akin to it. He never really felt like he belonged with the rest of them, and his shabby dwelling seemed to agree, hanging on the borders of the Uchiha land, but back then, he’d thought: Once I get the Sharingan, this will all change. I’ll prove myself.

What a fool he was. The butt of some big cosmic joke, he’s sure. There’s no one left to prove himself to now, no one but a lonely little boy in an empty district.

A lonely little boy trying to follow him and remain undetected, it seems. He’ll give him this: it was a good attempt. But stronger Shinobi would have trouble taking him off guard now, nevermind a child in training.

He brushes his gloved knuckles against the deteriorated edges of his old apartment, stifles a sigh, and tilts his head over his shoulder, eyes landing squarely on the other Uchiha’s hiding spot.

“Did you need something?”

[crybaby-ninja]

“ you, are you an uchiha? You look a lil funny” sasuke pointed at the other.

He scratches the back of his head after a pause. Well, blunt (and it still stings, just a little, to have his appearance pointed out so blatantly, but-- he’s just a kid, he doesn’t know any better. And at least he didn’t ask why his face was ugly or something. It could be worse. That, and being questioned about his place in the Uchiha, because more often than not, he wonders himself). He tilts one shoulder in a shrug, letting his remaining eye swirl into the deep reds of the Sharingan as proof.

“Uchiha Obito. You’re Itachi’s little brother, aren’t you?” Sasuke, he thinks. Itachi spoke of him often in fond tones.

[mewssings]

     lie  awake  —  i  sleep  awake      i go to bed with all my lights turned on      so  i  don’t  S L I P   A W A Y      (  i  stay  awake  )

[mewssings]

  i know i’ve been gone a long time, but–   i’m  BACK  and i want what is  MINE.

[mewssings]

          do you think taking away everything i love will                    break me? depress me?                                           …no.    if anything, you are only making me MORE apt to kill you.