Harbringer

Indie canon divergent Mikoto Uchiha from Naruto franchise. AU and Crossover friendly. 28. #motherofsharingan. Est 7/22/25

[motherofsharingan]

“Sitting in the dark, I can't forget Even now I realize the time I'll never get Another story of the bitter pills of fate I can't go back again, I can't go back again”

Indie canon divergent Mikoto Uchiha from the Naruto franchise. Daughter of Izuna Uchiha, niece+adopted daughter of Madara Uchiha. Clan Head. Child to Shippuden ages rped. NO Boruto or Blank Period! (Unless discussed but unlikely).

Clairvoyant. Obsessive. Stalker. Kleptomaniac. Haunted by Shadow Demon. Possessive. 

Mentally Ill. Psychosis. Schizophrenia. Depression. Mania. Obsession Compulsion Disorder. Anorexia. Drug Addict. Hallucinations. Paranoia. Self Harm. Child Abuse + Neglect. Blood. Death. Murder. Suicide (Attempts). Sex. 

OC + AU + Crossover friendly. Mun is 28.

BIO

“Stay, you don't always know where you stand 'Til you know that you won't run away There's something inside me that feels Like breathing in sulfur”

[motherofsharingan]

She was insanely cold. Yes she could grab a blanket or a cardigan to wear but this had seemed a better option. At first. When Rain made that noise.. she blinked owlishly at him, then she giggled. Miko didn’t move an inch aside from stealing a quick kiss from him.

“Yes. Very cold. And you’re very warm. Won’t you warm me up?”

@wanderlustknightofmagic

[motherofsharingan]

Physical activity? Her thoughts immediately went to training. True any physical activity did guarantee to warm up the body, especially in winter but it’s then she noticed the smirk. Oh. Of course. She felt silly for not thinking of that.

“But when have you ever been one to be easy?” She returned in a teasing manner. Miko leaned in for a kiss. “If you want me up this way until Leo falls asleep…”

[pointofnoreturnmeme]

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.

if you can’t see the symbol send ‘kiss mark emoji’.

[motherofsharingan]

She was insanely cold. Yes she could grab a blanket or a cardigan to wear but this had seemed a better option. At first. When Rain made that noise.. she blinked owlishly at him, then she giggled. Miko didn’t move an inch aside from stealing a quick kiss from him.

“Yes. Very cold. And you’re very warm. Won’t you warm me up?”

@wanderlustknightofmagic

[wanderlustknightofmagic]

Shiver and blushing a bit, thus causing him to heat up further and likely be an even more tempting target. A small pout was given while he just decided to grab hold of her hands and guide them to his chest before squeezing. "There are a number of ways that I can warm up my wife, but using my body heat was not high on the list." Punctuating it with a laugh before returning the kiss. The spell remained off, deciding to enjoy this moment to it's fullest.

[motherofsharingan]

Heat was heat and the body did radiate plenty of it. Her plan was to sap as much of Rain’s body heat much as possible. She didn’t mind her hands being moved, it felt more intimate now and she inched closer to him. “What else is there besides body heat? A blanket?”

[lastlivingpotterarchive]

                                         the word ‘savior’                                          means nothing                                                when you’re left all alone                                               and the people you tried to save                                               are dead. 

[batrachised]

love the phrase "but I digress." yes I temporarily got lost in the moors I wander in my mind but don't worry I'm self-aware about it

[motherofsharingan]

Her eyes lit up then. She happily squeezed his hand in turn. Storms were her favorite type of weather, and who better to watch it than with him? Though she didn’t think he wanted to get wet. “Wonderful! Though I think you’d say that to anything when I’m involved,” Miko teased lightly. “Shall we go sit out in the porch, Ru?”

@kagemaneking

[motherofsharingan]

”I support Senju Uchiha relations.”

[motherofsharingan]

“Whore ourselves out?” Mikoto repeated, about incredulous. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Just fucking them and that’s it? I don’t sleep with just anyone, thank you. Just one of them.” Arms crossed beneath her bust. “And if you think as such, fine. I don’t care what you think. I’d rather be his whore than not.”

A small pause. “I don’t see a threat at all.”

[motherofsharingan]

10000 posts!

[motherofsharingan]

Mikoto looked down at the ground then at the fish pond again. She was silent as she listened to him, and fingers found her hair to toy with again. It definitely wasn’t in its hairstyle from earlier, least not most of it, from being put up on a certain way. Now most of it was a mess, half hanging down. She didn’t care how it looked. It was nighttime anyway.

She glanced up at Hashirama. Miko knew he was right. She should go eat something. Who knew when she’ll actually bother to or when she’s actually able to. So she slowly nodded after a moments decision. “..okay. I’ll have something,” she agreed to weakly.

Her mouth opened then closed. Then opened again moments later. “Ah.. kind of. I’ve never.. been able to handle crowds well. I think it’s how I was raised. Little contact with others..” She didn’t like admitting it. She never had liked other people, especially as a baby and toddler. Her social skills really weren’t there. Was it so obvious to the brunet? Maybe. “..sometimes I can’t run away so I’m forced to deal with it, like on a mission or a case. I work better solo or with so few people.”

[senjuhashirama]

The Senju stood up, taking in the night air, light breeze brushing his forehead. "I will give you something to eat," he whispered with a gentle smile. "Please, wait here," he requested. The sound of frogs followed him to the house with sliding doors.

When he came back, his wooden shoes clapping against the stone, with a bottle of sake in his arms he carried as if it was a precious child, he sat back to the bench.

"I think you inherited your hatred of crowds from your uncle. He also doesn't like them. I believe he went today only because of me," he said, his voice soft as a satin. He reached to her and handed her an egg sandwich previously prepared. "Here, have this."

"I don't know if you remember, but when we once saw each other, you wanted to know about your father. About the era of warring clans," he whispered, then poured sake into two cups he pulled out of his pocket. They both had the Senju crest on the outside.

"And… you wanted to know if my brother killed your father, too…" he spoke, then raised the cup.

"Kanpai," he chuckled. He didn't always have words for what happened. Sometimes he didn't want to remember. Today was different, as if the festival lanterns brought a memory.

One of the koi fish jumped to splash water from the pond on their legs with its tail.

"Do you still want to know, Mikoto?" he asked.

[motherofsharingan]

Mikoto remained in her seat, as instructed, Hashirama disappeared into the house. In his absence she undid her hair completely, and shook the ink down like a spiky curtain. Fingers carded through the silky locks, and settled the ends in a pool on the bench so it wasn’t hanging off it.

Her attention was brought back to reality when the brunet came back. She offered a smile, then hesitated before she took the sandwich with a soft “thank you”. Miko held the sandwich between her hands, suddenly uncertain. It was soft. “I.. figured as such. He’d rather avoid people if he can help it. It’s not the only thing I apparently inherited from him.”

She took a bite of her food and chewed slowly. She stared at the fishes in the pond and took another bite. Eyes flicker towards Hashirama, and took the second cup. Sake. Ah. One of the drinks that did wonders. Downing half of it, Miko turned her body towards him. Hm..

”I..I don’t know.” Hashirama held answers. So close yet so far away. Madara never spoke of it. Absolutely refuses to, but she didn’t blame him. She didn’t have her mother for answers either. Hikaku..

“…if you’d tell me. You were there, weren’t you? Fighting uncle.” That’s what the vision showed. Red on red, blue on blue. “Maybe not..intentionally.”

[llibo]

Real loyalty is rare these days

[paper-fairy]

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations - Chapter XXXII

[raven-rei]

I was busy with my books…

— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

[gothredy]

[love]

[citrinebunny]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[iamteisi]

[motherofsharingan]

”I made three types of bread. Please, help yourself.”