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I’ll die for the headcanon that Tobirama is actually the youngest of all his brothers and Butsuma’s children. It adds such a delicious layer of complexity and tragedy to his character and upbringing that is so, so enjoyable to unpack and explore. You can pry it from my cold, dead hands but as much oldest daughter energy as he gives, Tobirama was the baby of his family that was forced into being the pseudo oldest sibling.
What your Favorite character/Naruto ship says about you
These are NSFW and mean as hell don’t come at me
Madara, Tobirama, Hashirama- You want a sugar daddy or maybe u just like history idk
Izuma - Horny he had two minutes screen time that’s the only explanation for liking his character
Shisui - You had a VSCO girl phase purr
Itachi - You have a lot of feelings
Sasuke - You’ve at least thought about having a goth phase
Kakashi - Bottom-leaning switch energy all around. I think you’d like his forehead kisses
Akatsuki - Found the polygamist, probably have an angst complex too
Naruto - You’re annoying lol
NaruSaku - You hope for the best even if it’s not really the best. I think you gaslight people a bit
Genma - Gold you’re gold I see you you see me we see each other
Tsunade - Gay sugar baby
Gaara - Big titty energy you wanna smother him in them
Kankuro - You *went* through a goth phase, still in it perhaps
Any of the dilfs - Taking dick is not a personality trait but you seem to think it is /j
Shikamaru- No no I understand this, very hot
Anyone else in Konoha 12 - boring attention whore
Trading secrets: I'm secretly good at archery, but my family doesn't know about it because when I do shoot, I'm always at my friends' house. I preferably want one of the Uchiha. Any Uchiha will do! Kinky and/or romantic relationship please!
You tense the bow and take aim at your target. Steady breathing and furrowed brows mark the moment when you’re ready to shoot.
A slow, thick hand makes its way across your belly as his arm wraps around you. You feel his breath on your neck. His slick hot tongue glides through your sensitive skin.
“You have no idea how much seeing you shoot turns me on,” Madara’s raspy voice fills your ears “I have to confess, I may have a slight fetish for your hands. The things they could do to me.”
He finishes off biting your earlobe, just as you let the arrow go.
Bull’s eye.
Regina note:
WOAH this turned out to be kinkier than I expected, it’s so hot. Thank you for the ask! I did it with Madara bc I thought he’d be very into your secret😝 I hope you enjoyed❤️💕
headcanon: helga hufflepuff was french
basically, nearly nobody but nobility of the time would’ve had surnames. they all would’ve been [name] son/daughter of [name], which eventually evolved to surnames - anderson andrew’s son, henderson henry’s son, miller as in the job miller, potter as in actual potters, etc.
so. she’s a commoner, so she’s just helga
she comes to england from france
huff le puff - le is french for the...
hence it’s probably a nickname.
which is why all the founder’s names were alliterative... they were nicknames.
Founders Reactions to Divination
Helga: Smiles and nods, kindly takes it into consideration but doesn't truly believe it.
Godric: Won't freakin listen, it's all nonsense. "We decide our fate, and no one else".
Rowena: Firm believer. She's a slut for fortune telling.
Salazar: Says he doesn't believe in it at all, but lies awake at night thinking about it, he's superstitious as hell. Catch him tossing salt over his shoulder.
This is a Madara Uchiha scenario written by me from awhile ago. All characters are fictionalized by me except for the canon characters that belong to the Naruto Universe ;) enjoy!
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”And what of the affairs with the Hyuuga? Don’t you think they are a bit demanding?” Fujita complained with that haughty voice once again to the Uchiha chieftain. Finding everything and everyone dubious, he was never settled with any clan that sought stability in the village. Madara was tired of his antics, but somewhat appreciated it in the same time for his loyalty to him and the clan.
“I will have to discuss it with Hashirama, Fujita. Stop pestering me- I have already countless of other matters to attend to.”
Fujita scoffed, looking as sour as ever while murmuring words Madara could not hear and didn’t care to hear either. He regretted the second he decided to bring him for a stroll around the compound.
People were gathered together. Men were talking to their peers about politics and women were shopping for jewelry presumably for their daughters’ engagements. Children were actually playing around, and Madara never felt more satisfied to see such scenery. It comforted him to see what he had missed in his early days. There hadn’t been a funeral in awhile, there was no mourning of a family nearby and happiness between those young children spread like a virus that was contently embraced. He was proud of what he and Hashirama made of their innocent dream dreamt in hopeless ages.
Few people, mostly widows and women with martyred sons, who did not want to participate in the war had to flee from their clans and move up the forests to the plain fields. They could not bare to see one more loved one die in an unwinning war, and out of frustration had to weasel their way out of the reach of the authorative leader of their clan. Those were looked down upon, seen as people with no honor and no dignity, only cowards. But as soon as the news of a village, a sanctity being built had gotten to them, glad tidings lit up their forsaken gleam. They could not hesitate to return to their people and live among them safe from bloodshed and war. Every few days, folk or family found their way back to their new home to live in prosperity and happiness led by the Lord Hokage Hashirama.
As Madara and his companion walked through the streets, a coach approached the entre of the clan’s compound. Fujita being the bothering observer that he is, halted and brought his fingers to his mouth as to look curious. Madara noticed him halting his steps and raised his eyebrow at him.
“Do you see what I’m seeing, My Lord?” He whispered.
Madara followed his gaze and saw the approaching coach. It was in a bad shape, almost tolling over with all the luggage behind. The squeaky wheels were not that far behind as squeaky as Fujita’s voice, he told himself. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. If they managed to cross the village entre safely, they were regular refugees. Crossing his arms, Madara answered, “What of it?”
Fujita was still eyeing it, “These people are like insects. From whatever hole they come from they find a new home to live in and benefit us nothing!”
Madara was not pleased to hear that. He and Hashirama had discussed it one day. It was necessary for these people to come back and live in their new homes. Usually, these poor people fled because of their devastating situation with no protector or provider. It was important that people reunited.
The coach finally entered the clan territory, and parked in the center, where there were houses nearby and bazaars open, selling street food and such. The coach door opened, and out came an short old woman, murmuring a few mutable sentences as she stepped out of the coach.
“Oy! Too lazy to help an old woman out of your car, now?! Young people these days.” She yelled at the driver, who seemed to have endured quite a lot from this woman the whole ride.
Madara looked on. He knew this woman, but his memory was slowed due to his work. He tried to remember, until it finally clicked. It was Lady Takae, the old woman who used to cook for him and his friends as children. He loved her food, but has always detested her for her nastiness- the old cow. When he finally recognized her, a part of him was nostalgic and was comforted to see her.
After giving the driver a handful of insults, she turned around to the two who looked on. Her eyes quickly fixated on Madara, and stomped towards him with the nastiest face ever.
“You’re Tajima’s son, aren’t you?” Her short figure scuritinized him from head to toe, her face grimacing. “Hmm. Still looking as pea-headed as you were a child.”
Madara gave her the same nasty face, “And you are as more a witch as ever, you old hag!” He retorted in satisfaction.
She glared back at him, “You little nincompoop! Learn how to talk to your elders. I would have expected a warmer welcome than this.” And stuck her tongue out in disgust watching him. As much as a plague this woman was, he couldn’t deny that he missed the insults.
She turned her head back to the coach, “Kasai!” She called. As soon as he heard that name, Madara froze. He had completely forgot about that name and the past it told. Yes, he remembered her very well. His childhood friend. It was long ago that he had stood in front of Kasai Uchiha as she wept and beat his chest, cursing, condemning him and blaming him for the death of her younger brother. As the new leader, she had believed he had the power to stop the madness of war that caused so much bloodshed and gave so many lives from the old ones to the children. Her brother was just that, a child. A victim. He had never felt so guilty. Considering that she was an orphan, he felt shame. She left the next day with her grandmother.
He whispered her name in shock. The last time he had seen Kasai when they were young, she looked ao fragile and as pale as a ghost. Now that years have gone by, he was anxious to know what had happened to her.
“Yes, Grandmother?” A soft and melodious voice came from inside the coach. And Outside she stepped. Everything froze and the market went mute. Everyone stared at the woman in front of them. Madara could feel Fujita’s whole hand cover his mouth with his eyes wide open. Madara himself couldn’t believe what he saw. He saw a woman- no, a swan standing in front of him. Her long black hair reached the end of her rear and moved gracefully with the wind along with her silky sewn raspberry-colored dress, never made before. Her black Uchiha eyes stared right back at him, falling into shock herself. She had grown from an adolescent to a full woman, spellbinding and bewitching everyone in the vicinity. Madara had never seen such beauty before. As someone who got attention himself from very attractive bachlorettes in the village, never had he encountered someone as ethereal as the creature in front of him, and the people who witnessed her could agree with him on this. He was completely blown.
Her eyes looked around at the people who stared. Some women were whispering to each other while looking at her, some out of astonishment and some out of envy. Some men were smirking, others were almost ready to beg on their knees to their mothers for her hand. The sight kind of frightened her a bit, and went to stand behind her grandmother, who seemed to enjoy the attention her granddaughter received and smiled scornfully at them.
Madara couldn’t take his eyes off of her even if he wanted to. She was completly another person. The way her long lashes fluttered shyfully away from his gaze made an insufferable tingle inside him which he cursed at inwardly. She bit her rosy lips, full of modesty and femininity and tended to what her grandmother asked her to do as they stepped into their new house, leaving Madara with an inexplainable feeling.
He had felt something peculiar when he looked into her eyes, and he knew she had felt the same feeling. Something sparked, as much as he hated to admit. Whatever that feeling was, he had planned to bury it somewhere inside him and never acknowledge it again. It felt dangerous to be as sentimental, he felt like a stranger in his own mind with this emotion. Madara hoped to the gods that this would not take over his thoughts as he worked. But he knew damn well it will.
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Was a little bit short for my liking, since I really like long scenarios, but I’m very satisfied with how it turned out! Lemme know what you think!
Some personal Founders headcanons
Salazar Slytherin wasn’t the only one who excluded muggle-borns. He was just the only one who didn’t want them at Hogwarts.
Godric, Rowena, and Helga accepted muggle-borns at their school. Hell, Helga fought for those muggleborn students. She actively went out in search for them.
But when they were creating the parameters of each house it became apparently obvious what Salazar, Godric, and Rowena were doing. Salazar had no shame in admitting it. That he didn’t want muggleborns in his house and why would those students want to be in his house? So they asked to be put somewhere else. And so the Slytherin house became the house of pure bloods.
Rowena and Godric may not have said it but they were doing the same. Rowena made her house for those who were intelligent and creative, and what muggle was that? They were all stupid and lacked imagination. Godric made his house that of the brave, and everyone knew that muggles were cowardly, so how would a muggleborn possibly manage to get sorted there?
Helga was scared. She didn’t want the school she’d worked so hard for to become a haven for only the pureblooded. So she made her house those of the kind. With one exception. That any were welcome in her house. It didn’t matter if they were more ambitious, or creative, or brave. They could make a home in the house of Hufflepuff.
That’s why every muggleborn and half-blood who came after that was placed under the Sorting Hat would whisper, “Not Slytherin” because they already knew they weren’t welcome there. And the Sorting Hat listened. And knew that even if their traits may align better with another they’re home could be with Hufflepuff. Where they were welcomed and safe to learn.
Every year when the Sorting Hat declares a new child to the house of Hufflepuff, you can hear the table erupt into the loudest cheers. Every time. No matter who the child is.
((OOC: I made a little list of headcanons for Rowena, tell me what you think 😊 ▫Space lesbian (but Bi for that one guy, Mr. Helena'sfatherman) ▫Sharp and quick witted, smart sense of humor ▫is a lover but will also fight ▫empowering feminist and v. Opinionated ▫messy room, papers and books every where, probably a stack of dirty dishes on the floor (Helga once tried to clean her room and she was outraged "EVERYTHING HAS A PLACE IN THIS MESS", so Helga only sneaks in to clean up the dishes and touches nothing else) ▫fiddles with everything and is antsy and probably has ADD▫know it all and proud, says "well actually" too much▫loves riddles and games▫QUIDDITCH JUNKIE▫competative▫alto singer and doesn't dance well▫embarrassed of her laugh➡loves making jokes but hates listening to them bc of her laugh▫usually VERY composed▫has a temper▫gets impatient and frustrated but generally p chill ( just don't get her angry)▫lives by a schedule (dude that she falls for throws her WAY off with lots of surprises and drives her INSANE but she loves him any way)▫few close friends and many lovers ▫knows loads of languages▫picky eater and expensive taste▫has insomnia▫Also love love LOVES art and totally started the mass hoarding of it on the walls of Hogwarts And a big thank you to @potterdeer for left me use her glorious face for reference ❤❤))
