#madara is so unlucky and he gets so mad about it

[domoz]

the best thing about learning to play mahjong is that now i can have mahjong playstyle headcanons

#hsrm for example would play so agressive and win 5 piddly all simples hands in a row before losing it all immediatly #tbrm refuses to play because doing well relies too much on the random chance of drawing good tiles #and when he DOES play he becomes woman doign math .gif #<- (ket as well btw. but he thinks its fun) #izuna is soooo lucky (he cheats) #madara is so unlucky and he gets so mad about it

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 43

Spoiler for my stories

Cont of CH 41.

CHau Kohaku walks toward you holding a baby, Mofumofu after he went away when he finally break the fight with those two ( Mad hatter who now arguing about Doll letters that he don't send to his owner yet even so his owner is on the place as he is now. )

CHau Kohaku: omae. (｡Ӧ3Ӧ) I found the (stupid) fluffy me.

Mofumofu: (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ~~!!!

Mad unlucky rabbit: (ʃƪ＾3＾）woah what an adorable baby, more innocent looking than the one who holding him.

CHau Kohaku glares at mad unlucky rabbit as he cannot curse out loud in front of a child: (`ー´)

You holds the fluffy one who happily hugs you.

MC: uwahhh. My cute baby.

Mad unlucky rabbit: (´ε｀ ) hmmp. Blob is cute too

MC: (◍•ᴗ•◍) I'll summon blob then.

You snap your fingers and the mooching chubby bunny fall onto aira hands, as he find his lil form in familiar embrace the bunny happily stumps in happiness in Aira hands.

Mad unlucky rabbit: uwahhh my baby, my precious baby! I miss you! (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

you stare up in the sky as if thinking of something: oh we have more visitors.

As you said that a portal appear.

Mad unlucky rabbit takes out ax hammer as he stood beside you: don't worry mc I'll protect you!

CHau Kohaku held you in a secure hold on one hand And the other held a gun pointed at the portal: this presence... (`ー´)

Suddenly four men in suit come out, the most sticking thing about them is that they all share a face, the one in the middle seems to be the leader and wearing shades with his jacket on his arm.

???: Pardon my I intruding into your mini world. But Mikejima Madara is here for your reported by someone, Core Fae MC. B-)

MC: woah it's gang of Madara Mikejima. (*´▽`*)

Doll: your not even worried someone reported you?? (￢ ￢) not that I question it.

MC unfaze but rather excited: ∑d(°∀°d) I never was reported before so it's cool experience!!

Doll: (ー_ー゛)

Mad hatter: hmm (◕દ◕)

Reaper: is this because of the kidnapping??? (；^ω^）

MC: *gasp. ITS CALLED SURPRISED ADOPTION! (っ˘ω˘ς )

CHau Kohaku to Mikejima: get off my spouse kkoma world, Mikejima. (`ー´)

Mikejima and other Madara:... "Spouse you say" (•ˇ_ˇ•)

Mikejima and other Madara: (ಥ﹏ಥ) MY CHILD DONT TELL ME YOUR MARRIED WHEN YOU WORK WITH ME!! ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

Doll: why does this seems familiar scene.

Reaper: ye I think I heard of this before...

CHau Kohaku: who you? Why should I invite the likes of you?(`ー´)

Mikejima and other Madara: ԅ( ͒ ۝ ͒ )ᕤ I was your work partner In DF multiverse police! How could you forget your mama!!

MC: what's that??? (*꒪ヮ꒪*)

Mad unlucky rabbit: ( ꈍᴗꈍ)don't worry about it too much mc.

Reaper: oh I just realize one of the Madara is from my world. One of the after life train conductor. ( ╹▽╹ ) Why is he awake... ヘ（。□°）ヘ

Mad hatter stare at the Madara from twisted wonderland au who stare at his direction with fake ass smile:.. (◍•ᴗ•◍) I saw a familiar face too.

Doll: wow there's stuff like those huh. In the end we can escape the likes of Madara Mikejima. (︶︹︺)

Mikejima: if you won't invite me in your next wedding I will arrest your spouse for kidnapping and transportation of non native to your kkoma world.

CHau Kohaku: you have to face me first before you get to touch my omae. (`ー´)

MC: (っ˘ω˘ς ) ooh then free to attend. Mama is always free to attend.

CHau Kohaku: ....

Mikejima: very good. (ㆁωㆁ)

Then they all give you wedding gifts

Mikejima: I was late because I have to get my fellows to attend the wedding with me.

Doll/Reaper/Mad hatter:.... (・_・;)

MC: (●´u`●) thank you and it's fine.

Mad unlucky rabbit want to comment but he saw that those Madara are really going to arrest you and he don't know much about them. But he sure will make sure it's not wedding of two. (`ー´)

#KOHAKU OUKAWA X READER #PINK KKOMAS

[officerjennie]

May I present to you: The Spite Hour

Where I write (for no more than an hour) out of sheer spitefulness at people who very rudely say something shouldn’t happen.

This very first set of snippets on The Spite Hour brought to you in part by: “Madara would never dote on his descendants/children, that’s stupidly ooc” and “OOC characteristics are wrong and shouldn’t be in fanfics.”

Pairing: MadaTobi

Setting: Madara and his husband are brought back to life by a jutsu mishap, and are now alive and well in Naruto era Konoha

It was still a bit cool for his liking to be eating outdoors, though Madara was willing to do so anyway just to see the content look on his partner’s face. At least inarizushi could be eaten well enough cold, and the warm tea they both sipped on helped fight against the early spring breeze.

The street near them bustled with people, faces he had no names to, and Madara did his best to memorize and place them in the clan’s he knew. Since the academy had let out for the day, children weaved in and out of their parents’ legs, strangers having to side-step out of their way to keep from being knocked over by the midday energy buzz.

One child wasn’t so lucky as to avoid running into anyone. He seemed too small to be an academy child just yet, his pace lacking the hurried edge of those rushing to get back home and play. In his hand he clutched a single stick of dango, gaze focused up on the sky instead of in front of him, and his dessert was lost to the dusty path below when he walked straight into a civilian man.

The boy wasn’t scolded, simply patted on his head and given a sympathetic smile before the civilian continued on down the street. His pout still suggested a loss of great proportions.

Madara grabbed a napkin and one of his own desserts as he stood up, carefully weaving over to the child and squatting down next to him.

“Be more careful next time.”

Nodding frantically while Madara ruffled his hair, the boy accepted his gift with a bow before continuing on, every once in a while peeking back over as Madara made his way back to the table.

“You won’t even share those with me.”

Madara scowled at Tobirama’s teasing tone, promptly picking one inarizushi up and shoving it in the bastard’s mouth - and snickering at the confused coughing it earned him.

He knew why the villagers avoided the child, though he’d already made his stance on the matter very well known - as had Tobirama, who had gone off on all of his former students (especially Hiruzen) and secured the Uzumaki boy a decent home not on his own in a small apartment.

Fear was a nasty thing. It infected all it touched, something Madara knew all too well having grown in an age where fear touched all.

Still, this was a child the civilians shooed away from their shops. A child so many overlooked and called a monster. And Madara had not spent the better part of his first life building an alliance and this very village just to let a child be treated in such a manner.

Treating the brat to lunch every few days and dealing with his idiocy was a small price to pay to do his part. Seeing this small boy smile and laugh now made it worthwhile, so different from the child he’d seen at first: alone, neglected, wanting desperately to trust someone but afraid to do so.

“Hey, Ojii-san, I don’t look stupid do I?”

“Eh?” Madara made sure to pinch the brat’s cheek for calling him an old man (he might have been around over a hundred years ago, but he’d not come back from the grave just to be blatantly disrespected over his bowl of udon). “What are you on about?”

“A kid at school said I looked stupid.” Naruto rubbed at his now sore cheek, his voice far too loud for the quiet restaurant they were in. Not that anyone would dare to tell him to leave, not with Madara eating at his table. “Said my clothes were stupid. Too orange.”

Madara snorted at the silliness of the topic, chin in palm as he turned to stare out the window. Knowing the minds of children though, it was possible Naruto was honestly bothered by what the other kid had said, so he made sure to add, “Nothing wrong with orange. It’s my favorite color.”

“Right? It’s the best, you know!”

“Yes, yes. Now eat your vegetables, brat.” Madara pointed at them firmly with his chopsticks, ignoring the immediate whine his demand received. One way or another, he’d get the Uzumaki child on a proper diet eventually.

One look at that little shit, and Madara knew he was trouble.

In death, at least, he’d escaped the terror that had wrangled his little brother into a relationship. Faced now with the carbon copy of said terror, Madara didn’t know whether to admit defeat and leave or aid the child as he’d been asked to.

The image of Tobirama floated into his head, stern and ready to lecture him and deny certain activities from not helping his student’s descendant. It was enough to heave a sigh and drop out of his spot in the trees, ready to face the headache waiting for him.

Peace had been good in a lot of ways for the Uchiha, one of which being a downward trend in the activation of the mangekyo sharingan. Of course, that meant that those who did activate it were left with few teachers, and Shisui was one of the unlucky ones who had done so early on in life.

“Madara-sama.” The bow gave him pause. It wasn’t all that surprising that the boy would know him, but the behavior spoke against the overlayed image of a young Kagami he’d had in his mind. He shook his head as Shisui straightened back out, giving the boy a once over.

“You know what we’re here for, now- why are you covered in dirt?”

He was. From head to toe, clothes and skin and all. As if he’d been rolling around in it all morning.

Shisui gave a smile that brought Madara horrid flashbacks of little, conniving devils, and it took considerable effort not to wack his head like he’d done to the boy’s grandfather all those decades ago.

“I didn’t have anything clean to wear after training, so I just came like this.”

“Nothing clean to wear.” One eyebrow raised, Madara studied him. “Have your parents not done your laundry lately?”

“Oh I don’t have parents.”

The other eyebrow quickly raised alongside the other, Madara’s arms crossing while he frowned down at the smiling boy.

He might not have had much free time to spend on the Uchiha children in his own time, but he knew enough about loss to know that smile was a lie.

“You’re coming with me.” Ignoring the confused blinking, Madara put a hand on Shisui’s shoulder and immediately started to guide him away from the training grounds. He didn’t stop until they’d reached his own home, shoving the boy inside ahead of him.

Tobirama’s own awed shock at seeing someone so similar to Kagami in his own home was quickly replaced with his usual determination. Shisui was sat immediately down at their table, Madara setting to work fixing a meal for the boy (because apparently no one had thought to feed him) while Tobirama chatted away with him, a crazed glint in his eye that told his partner all too well where his thoughts were spinning away to.

Looks like Fugaku would be getting a stern lecture in the near future, and Madara was most definitely not going to step in the mad Senju’s way. It seemed their work on fixing up the mess the village had become in their absence had just begun.

#the spite hour #madatobi #madara #does this follow canon? nope #lots of divergence and i don't care #tw: mentions of child neglect #honestly just hate when people say others shouldn't write something #especially when they're rude about it #unedited #write and let write #more spite hour to come in the future