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@zokucho
TEMPORARY PINNED. this is a mutuals only roleplay blog for uchiha mikoto from naruto, written by m (she/her, 22) and in the process of revamping. canon compliant with headcanons to fill in gaps.
minors do not interact! topics such as child abuse, genocide, death, mutilation, incest, etc may be featured (and tagged appropriately). dead dove, do not eat.
are people... mayhaps... still active here...
itachi realising his mother is also a person with thoughts and feelings of her own is what got me ngl.
are people... mayhaps... still active here...
Penny Dreadful Sentences, Condensed
(Sentences from Penny Dreadful (2014-2016). Adjust phrasing where needed)
"A wise man would walk away from this house and make a concerted effort to forget everything that occurred last night."
"There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration: piercing the tissue that separates life from death."
"Join me. With me, you will behold terrible wonders."
"We cannot unmake the past. We shall live with our guilt, you and I."
"You're hunting for a man, but you need to start hunting for a beast."
"As you grow up, you'll learn we all do things which cause us shame.
"If one is to engage with the primordial forces of darkness, one must expect a bit of social awkwardness."
"When the poets write of death, it's invariably serene. I wonder if that's what it is really."
"We've all done things to survive. There are such sins on my back it would kill me to turn around."
"Do you ever wish you could be someone else? Just run away from your life?"
"Do not weep. It brings no solace."
"When you asked for my company this afternoon, I did not expect this."
"You never change - except, of course, in every way that matters."
"You think you're going to be a hero? You are not. None of us are."
"This is worse than I knew it was going to be."
"Don't think I can't look into your wretched black heart and see the machinations laid bare!"
"All sad people like poetry."
"Do you think I don't understand what it is to be different?"
"Do you ever think what it would be like to be like other people? Normal people?"
"You'll never get your soul back. Not ever. Do you understand that?"
"True evil is, above all things, seductive."
"Do your ambitions not exceed this?"
"I've tasted success, and it's a meal I now wish to devour."
"How many scattered corpses will you leave in your bloody wake before your life has run its course?"
"You offer me a normal life. Why do you think I want that anymore?"
"You can't die until you've served your purpose."
"I'm not the man you knew. There's blood on my teeth, and in my soul, I think."
"Before you speak another word, I ask you to consider this: how valuable is your life?"
"I want to liberate your truest self: the beast that prowls around your heart."
"In this mortal world, you'll always be shunned for your uniqueness - but not with me."
"You have no sense of the terrors I will bring onto you."
"I've suffered long and hard to be who I am. I want my scars to show."
"If we're to continue, you must know how dangerous this is. How dangerous I am."
"I love you for who you are, not who the world wants you to be."
"The sun shall never shine so bright for me now I have walked in darkness. I cannot be the man I was."
"You think you're bold? You think you know sin? You're still learning the language. I wrote the bloody book!"
"I am, as you know, no stranger to killing."
"I don't want to make you good. I don't want you to be normal. I don't want you to be anything but who you truly are."
"You have tried for so long to be who everyone wants you to be - who you thought you ought to be. Why not be who you are instead?"
"It is too easy being a monster. Better to try to be human."
"Do you not yet comprehend the wicked secret of the immortal?"
Coughs.
thinking about mikoto’s behaviours as a wife… she would always plate fugaku’s meal first, even when he was not home, and herself last. she would greet fugaku at the door, sitting seiza as was most respectful, and would take his things. she always waited for fugaku to speak first at meetings, so that she would know whether or not to stay quiet; she would never disagree with him publicly, in fear of making him look weak in front of the clan.
adds this... the fact that even here, she still sits behind fugaku and says not a single word for the entirety of their argument. from the way she looks at him, it’s clear that she disagrees with him ——— hence why she stays silent. she can’t undermine him in front of his own son.
however... in the novels, itachi’s wellbeing being threatened is the only time she’s spoken against fugaku. in itachi’s depressive period after his teammate’s death, she insists upon his right to a childhood and asks for fugaku to take itachi into the kmpf, for his safety and his happiness...
uchihaprodigy·:
“But still…” He looks to his mother for guidance, dark eyes searching for subtle shifts and nuances in her expression. There’s an ocean, vast and endless behind her eyes and in this moment it’s calm, content. The swift adjustments made to his posture seems satisfactory and Itachi’s little heart swells with pride.
He is free flowing liquid, ready and willing to fit the molds shaped by the rules of society and clan etiquette. Moldable, impressionable still, until the cap of his vessel is one day sealed shut. Until then, there is space for him to meander, to learn within the channels carved out by his parents.
The next piece of fruit he selects is a strawberry, and his face scrunches for a split second as the juices burst on his tongue. It’s sour. But the expression is fleeting; quickly smoothed out, edges tucked back in, as it should be.
“I suppose…” He takes some time to pick his words, reluctant to let his thoughts run lest his sentences end up polluted with ums and ers. “I suppose we can have a celebration.” If his parents and jōnin and Shisui all attend birthday celebrations, then it must be the right choice to make, despite his personal preference. “Can we invite Shisui?” Fingers, small and sticky sweet, push other fruit aside to find another piece of mango. “And maybe Izumi too.”
❝ Of course you can. I have already discussed it with Father... He’s fine with any number of guests, as long it’s reasonable. Shisui and Izumi are very welcome. ❞ There was little either family head was unprepared for, especially when it came to Itachi. This day had been discussed in advance almost half a year ago, allowances for possible promotions in the meantime considered and planned for. His development, his pleasures, his childhood... Those were one of the few things Mikoto found the courage to insist upon, even if it meant the artful sewing of less sentimental justifications into her and Fugaku’s discussions. A reminder of the Heir Apparent’s presence and close coming-of-age, she had said; a display to the clan that we remember our customs.
❝ Oh, Itachi... I bet your cheeks taste even sweeter than those fruit..! ❞ Empyrean features melt into a small laugh, a faltering of her otherwise well-prescribed persona. Maturity refined his manners, but he was still a child, a child she had borne and cared for when he needed love to survive. Fugaku’s son, the Uchiha Prince, the Konohagakure Prodigy; but still her little boy. She would not fall to the distorted madness of the poems and epics and plays; her Itachi would never be anything but her Itachi. Medea’s touch would not befall Mikoto.
❝ It’s hard to believe your nameday has come upon us so soon... To me, you will always be my baby, even when you’re old and grey... ❞ The dark of winter in the form of her eyes, warm despite it all, glance down at the boy.
❝ ... I’m sorry, Itachi... That was a little unbecoming of me. Now then... How would you like to send those invitations? I can always pick up some paper ones this week, or... Do you wish to go ask them in person? ❞
uchibito·:
the ground was hard & freezing beneath his knees, the thin fabric of his pants did nothing to ward off either. he focused on it now, eyes downcast. that was easier than holding eye contact, he couldn’t imagine even attempting. “ thank you, ” he mumbled & did not really mean it. there was no doubt that she was telling the truth, it was not mikoto he questioned, the thought didn’t occur. he did not deserve that pity was taken on him. “ i will tr harder next time, i promise. i can make the clan proud, i—— i know it. ” obito absolutely did not know it. he hoped, though. had to.
❝ Such is the will of the Uchiha Clan... ❞ There it was : the litany of their bloodlines. Everything for the collective, prestige over the personal. No sin, no suffering, no transgression against the natural laws was ever too much if it came beneath the great fan of Susanoo-sama’s wishes. Mikoto would not intervene there. It was only just that Obito strove to contribute to the Clan; he was young, had at least another decade to ready his body for the great service, but nobody in their family would deny him the right nor obligation to earn his place amongst them.
❝ Stand, Uchiha Obito... You have honoured me and my Lord husband enough for one day... I believe it is my turn, now. The clan elders have told me everything on what a good boy you are. ❞ A gentle hand ‘pon his shoulder, unspoken urging of him to face her. ❝ Are you busy for the rest of the evening? I would like to speak more with you... ❞
hissins·:
A small bead of sweat accumulated on the boy’s cheek as he averted his gaze from his mother’s , slightly embarrassed . Did she not think of him as capable of handling his own ? Small , tiny cheeks puffed out in a slight pout before he winced in pain . Maybe…he shouldn’t have done that action . His mother’s actions in taking care of his minor injuries made his softly grin . The tender love and care that was being put into it , he could definitely feel . Earlier doubts were blowing away like smoke . ❝ Thanks Kaa-chan! I’ll try my best not to .❞
Her question seemed to take him aback . The sheepish look suddenly returning back on his face , brows furrowing . The youngest child was always said to be the most impatient or so they say . ❝ Nii-sama and tou-san were busy today so…I decided to do it by myself . Not like father would have stayed long enough to watch anyway… ❞ an aching heart , a downcast look . Sasuke had ingrained it within his mind to make his father notice him , to make him proud of what he was accomplishing so far .
❝ Your father would be happy to hear you’re working so hard... ❞
She bites down the usual excuses : Itachi is a full fledged shinobi now, he can’t control his time, Fugaku is the Clan’s father as well as yours, he has to set an example for the others... What did those things matter to a child? Their eyes were ones were unclouded by the inner-worlds of adults; all they saw was an absence, all they felt was an absence. A young heart felt new wounds all the greater compared to a scarred one.
Mikoto frowns at his gaze, a subtle pinching of her ‘brows. Soft hands (free of callouses, of any marring; a testimony to her own skilled care) come to cup Sasuke’s face, lifting his eyes to meet her own, a reflection of the mother in the son and the son in the mother, creation and creator. She really could not help but spoil him when he made such an injured image... She remembered her own parents; the way love and hatred formed a kaleidoscopic relationship, the way she would have done anything to be their daughter, not just a name in their dossier’s [FAMILY:] subsection.
❝ In fact... Father has assured me he’ll be home by dinnertime. How about we tell him then, Sasuke? He can watch here, in the garden... ❞
Rarely was Mikoto downed by an affliction for more than half an hour, the longest nap she would take to recuperate in-between chores. As a matriarch, she was meant to inspire stability; always present to soothe the clan’s worries while her husband-head worked, always a shining beacon of health to inspire faith in the clan’s future. As a mother, she was to earn her keep in the home; Fugaku prone to draining overtime, Itachi studious and ascending, Sasuke too young to do anything but live. For Mikoto, there was no such thing as a break.
( Now... If only my body would understand that. )
❝ I’m sorry, Itachi... I’ll be up soon... What would you like to eat? ❞
A certain nobility pervaded the woman’s actions, even as sweat made itself known across her body. She strokes @empyrcal‘s head, shifting within her futon. A good boy; a boy lost. Mikoto knew she only had so much time before a prodigy’s life took the small joy of making breakfast for her son; she did not wish to waste what little childhood the village would allow him, what he would allow himself.
Mother’s love personified : as salves, as gauze, as the gentle stroking of @hissins's back, a reassurance to signal him to rest. Sasuke was cultivating himself the best a child could, but even children are slaves to their bodies. His had yet to catch up to his ambition, motor skills a future ally but a current hindrance. The only cure was either to stop, or to keep going. Mikoto sighed, adjusting the tape fixed to his face, tempted to lay a kiss upon his cheeks... But, as was the case with one so young, the likelihood it was not just his flesh that was wounded kept her from coming any closer.
❝ There you go : all better... As long as you don’t pick at it, it won’t scar. ❞
❝ Sasuke... Have you been training by yourself? ❞
the random smudges of blood without a clear cut is from them touching the other's face, byeeee.
the way their corpses are laid out from their original position (sitting beside each other, facing the same direction) implies a) mikoto died first and b) it was neither painless nor immediate for either of them.
an image that brings me endless peace is the uchiha fam resting together
It was rare for outsiders to come to the Uchiha district after the Kyubi; so rare, in fact, that seeing @sociieties was a shock for Mikoto, ceremonial mother to all who lived here. She was not her husband; she did not have every name of her kin memorised by heart, nor every face, but she knew an unknown when she saw one. A strangeness overtook her. Familiarity in the interloper; a smattering of genetic markers that made Mikoto pause with an animal recognition. Shopping could wait.
❝ Good evening, sir... ❞
❝ Excuse me, but... Are you perhaps an Uchiha? ❞
Bear sculpture made from leftover rice straw in Japan.
mikoto .
