#hyuuchiha

[frogprinceus-a]

@hyuuchiha

"So, Sasuke, what did you want to talk about? You called me to the landfill for a reason, right?"

[historias-multorum]

Slip of the Tongue

@hyuuchiha continuing from this.

Tsunade will have her hide for this...

But you know what? Who. Cares.

Tsunade was a woman who drank and gambled as she pleased, and no one bothered to bat an eye. Why should Shizune be any different? Well, obviously she wasn’t one to gamble... She just never saw the allure for it. Another thing? Shizune is a horrible drinker. A true lightweight in every sense of the word.

And yet, for once, she didn’t care about any of that.

“Heyyyy, sir! S-Sir-sama... How’d you find me anyway?”

[duckbuttsurvivor]

{ Starter for @hyuuchiha }

     It was rare when Sasuke had some free time, but even when he did he felt uneasy. He had to be doing something otherwise he would fidget about all day.

     “Ugh, I can't take it anymore.” The Uzumaki hopped to his feet as he shouted, he just couldn't sit still and trotted off. 

     Maybe he would find someone to spar with, it was better than just nothing.

[xkaekox]

@hyuuchiha wrote (from here):

    Idling for the moment as he waits to meet old teammates for a spar, Sasuke’s attention is drawn elsewhere as the woman approaches. He has yet to meet her in person, but there’s still enough he’s heard to hazard a guess at who she is before she offers. Despite her insistence otherwise, Ryū’s a bit of a social butterfly. At least, more so than he’ll ever be. New faces she’s accrued manage to pop up every so often.

    Either way, her introduction - given in two parts - earns a curt snort. Not so much because he finds it funny, but because this Kaekō seems about as skilled in the art of socializing as he is. Sasuke decides to take that as a possible sign they’ll get along, and affords her a small smile.

    “Uchiha Sasuke,” he returns verbally alongside her handshake, more so to be polite than out of necessity. There’s hardly anyone in Konoha who doesn’t know him - or, of him - for better or for worse. “Glad to have a face to put to the name. I’m better with the former than the latter, I’ll warn you now.” Possibly because of his bloodline’s focus on sight rather than hearing. He can pick anyone out of a crowd, but give him a list of names? He’ll struggle.

    And given she brought it up, he asks, “How did you happen upon our mutual acquaintance?”

Kaeko rarely initiated things like this, but she has a curiosity burning within her, and it only grew stronger the more Ryuu divulged about this man. Painted by Ryuu’s thoughts and feelings on the subject of him, Sasuke was easily someone Kaeko wanted to know. She didn’t care about his image--neither the one he created nor the one created for him. Rather, she wanted to know the person who lived beneath all that bullshit. For some reason, she felt like she could get along well with that person, and that was appealing to her.

Of course, she acknowledged that Ryuu knew him in an infinitely more intimate manner, and there was no guarantee that side of Sasuke was open for anyone else to see. Kaeko was drawn in either way, though. At the very least, he could make a great training partner, right?

Now that the heavy discomfort of approaching a near stranger for no other reason than to ‘get to know them’ had lightened, Kaeko felt like she could relax a bit. She mirrored his small smile. “I recall flinging an unwanted comment her direction, just a stranger speaking out of turn.” The memory pulled her lips into a more prominent smile. “I liked the way she fielded it.”

Kaeko shrugged a shoulder, then. “I guess, after that, we kinda just... I dunno...” Kaeko started to pinch the pressure point between her thumb and forefinger absentmindedly. “Guess we just... kept on.” Her eyes shifted elsewhere as she sifted through her recollection of their shared time together thus far. “We were in the field together at one point too,” she mentioned.

[btsasukes]

Salad? Bolt who?? I don’t know them.. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[historias-multorum]

🍱 (Shisui to Itachi, hyuuchiha. Don't ask questions. He won't answer them xD)

Send 🍱 to crawl into my muse’s room through the window with Chinese take out

@hyuuchiha

“Shisui… There’s this brilliant invention that’s out now. I’m sure you’ve heard of it, it’s called “the door”… Mind-blowing I know! But we can use the door now… We don’t need to use the window at 9pm at night.”

[btsasukes]

I really wanted to make some hyuchiha babies because I’ve been in my sasuhina feels lately and just thinking about their children motivates me to draw them. Im better at traditional art so here are some sketches! I don’t know her name… yet lol. I like how her design came out though.. :)

[asaraltu]

As open as she is to second chances (especially given her choice in husband), even Hinata can't help but be a bit nervous at the concept of Madara living so close. But that doesn't mean she abandons her manners. Upon their most recent crossing of paths, she gives a small, polite bow. "Good afternoon, Madara-sama." (hyuuchiha, for your Moon Moves On verse!)

@hyuuchiha

It wasn’t peace, it wasn’t redemption. Simply a begrudging realization that he was a touch bastard difficult to kill (if not unable to be, now) and much easier to appease, that the village had allowed him life outside of prison and instead on a hellishly strict parole he’d agreed to, with provisions. The genocide of the Uchiha clan had been a crime they hadn’t bothered to atone for, hence why his existence would squeeze the blood from their veins exacting what was owed to his people, come in the form of a heavily subdued Shin Uchiha he’d managed to attain with laughable ease. Using his body for his own means, the clones would be allowed to live freely as a new generation of Uchiha, minor transformation jutsu dying their hair dark that made them look like his sons in a manner of speaking.

The boys had politely informed them of the Hyuuga kinswoman’s presence, even Madara mildly intrigued. Had he not looked well enough, he might have thought her a vague resemblance to his own mother. That, and she didn’t bear the curse mark that he’d learned to sense long ago.

“Mm, main branch? My own mother was a Hyuuga kinswoman of the main branch; you remind me of her, somewhat.”